#★: fashionkilla! reader

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introducing … fashionkilla!reader. ✶ basically me lots of bitches / fav is currently: CHRIS STURNIOLO

⭒ her way by partynextdoor. sees her tattoos artist more than her dad. future but in girl version. baddest bitch you’ll ever met. make boys cry. livin’ her best life in NYC. #womeninmalefields. her resting face is disgusted. rich??yes. works? nope!! black dresses & gold jewelry. r&b. french tip mani-pedi’s. knows what she wants. ( chris )

seen him on tt for the first time, she knew she had to get him. 1MLN ON TIKTOK, 222K ON INSTAGRAM. chris was quick to follow back. was spoiled before, even worse with him. the way he manages to stand up to her makes her weak. possessive & jealous. most importantly: loyal.

yappin🪽: all the creds of the idea goes to @secretlocket, aka my girlfriend. i wanted to do something i actually feel close to but i also want to embody her as best as i can for yall. no faceclaim used!!

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fashionkilla! reader actin toxic w chris — king of toxic shit. [ SITUATIONSHIP ] 𝇄 𝇃

“i don’t even wanna listen to you anymore, jesus fuck” you rudely dismissed him when he tried to open his mouth again and say bullshit that you barely tried understood. your tone was harsh, not a shred of emotion veiling it — you didn’t care. “you keep sayin’ shit, and i aint got time for this”

chris didn’t understand, he just didn’t understand. his jaw was clenched tightly as he watched you finish getting ready, his hands resting on your desk, the look on his face intense like he would kill with it. “oh yeah? got no time, baby? and yet you’re still here” he chuckled sarcastically, his tongue teasing the inside of his cheek almost nervously.

you rolled your eyes, getting closer to the mirror as you finished applying your powder. “when i do my makeup i just couldn’t care less ‘bout your childish problems,” you had the nerve to shrug, not even looking at him as he approached slowly. chris’s patience then snapped like a frayed wire. his hands, before you could fully process his movement, gripped your face. the dirty—feeling touch was firm but not quite bruising, forcing you to stop your motions and look at him in the mirror.

“childish problems?” he echoed, his voice low and breathy as he spoke close to your ear. his thumb pressed lightly into your cheek, tipping your face upward so you just couldn’t avoid his gaze. eyes dark, drilling into yours through the reflection like a reminder. “that’s funny, baby, because i don’t think bein’ worried ‘bout you not being loyal is childish”

your heart thudded, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you smirked, lips curving just enough to fuel his irritation. “not loyal?” you drawled, voice dripping with more and sharp sarcasm. “that what you think? god, you’re actin’ real stupid now.” you reached up to pry his hand away, but his grip tightened, his thumb now brushing the corner of your lips with calculated pressure. “it’s a party, chris. and it’s not like i gotta be loyal, you ain’t my boy”

he was silent for a moment, there was a hidden clue in the threat of his forced touch; he just wanted to touch you so bad, his hands getting to touch your skin when you’re being like that feels like something rare as gold. “do you really want to do this?” he then muttered, raising an eyebrow. “do what?” you blurted out in response, finally turning to him as you pulled away from his touch—taking advantage of his softening to slip out of it. “go out and live my life? Is that what’s threatening you so much?”

"it's not like that, you know"

“you’re pathetic, chris” you dropped the bomb that you’d been hiding behind your back, shaking your head as you ran a hand through your hair. “you’re so pathetic that i feel fuckin’ bad for you, you know? maybe the only feelin’ i have right now” you weren’t light with your words, you didn’t think twice before hitting him in his weakest spots in that sneaky way.

you were already heading towards the door of your room, the room he was supposed to leave in a fucking short time, while you waved goodbye. “keep cryin”

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𓍼 chris can’t tell the difference between fashionkilla! reader’s lippies…

it was one of the first times chris had come to your house. unexpectedly, you had invited him into your private world after months of acting like a mysterious girl — the one you have to work hard for years to get to know deeply. to say he was nervous was an understatement, his palms were sweaty as he lightly rubbed them against his dark jeans that he loved so much. he didn't know how to move, or if he could even walk on your shag rugs without you getting nervous and rolling your beautiful eyes at him.

your black cat, adorable to him ( matt should see her, his mind said ), was almost more welcoming than you. she started to circle his legs, before gingerly resting her cheek against them when he leaned down to stroke the back of her ears with a ridiculously big smile on his face. jokes aside, the kiss you left on his cheek when you approached him was so much better than anything else. he's sure he shivered, and not just from the cold sensation your rings against his skin had caused.

“y’seem so shy” you teased him, chuckling as you watched him look around, almost looking lost. “different from texts, huh?” you added, not missing an opportunity to dig in deeper. and he wanted to die when your words brought him back to things he actually typed and sent to you: 'if i come to your house, you don't know what i'll do to you'

“i’m just trying to be a gentleman” chris rolled his eyes, approaching you from behind as you walked towards what he assumed was your bedroom. his arms were wrapped around your waist to keep you close in that way, his cheek pressed against the top of your head.

the interior of your room seemed to be the dream of every girl that was interested in makeup, even if slightly. your dresser was exploding with all kinds of products, a large bed that he could already tell was a cloud — to try as soon as possible — three wardrobes that he was afraid to see the inside of. plus other things he hadn't really thought about too much.

chris let himself fall back onto your bed not resisting the temptation, arms spread wide as he sank into the impossibly soft mattress. a satisfied groan escaped him as he stretched, the plush comfort confirming everything he had imagined. “yeah,” he muttered, half to himself, “this is what heaven feels like.” his embarrassment had vanished into thin air like a dissolving cloud.

you didn’t respond right away, too busy rummaging through one of the drawers at your dresser even though he wanted you right next to him. he watched you, his lips twitching at the way your brow furrowed in concentration. you moved around your space with a casual ease, but to him, this was a rare glimpse into your world. you then turned towards him, meeting the insistent gaze you felt on you. “what do you think of my kingdom?”

chris propped himself up on his elbows, glancing around the room as if he were an art critic assessing a masterpiece. “kingdom is putting it lightly,” he replied, his voice laced with mock seriousness. “this feels more like just shit i don’t understand at all” you raised an eyebrow at him and his playful words, crossing your arms as you leaned against the dresser and smirked. “oh yeah? like what?”

he gestured toward your dresser, his hand sweeping across the sea of beauty products neatly arranged—or chaotically clustered, depending on perspective. “that. aaalll of that. it looks like sephora exploded in here.“

your laugh was loud and unrestrained, the kind of sound that made his stomach flip in the best way, his heart already felt full from the fact that you were warming up to him so much. “you wouldn’t get it,” you said, shaking your head as you walked over to the bed and plopped down beside him to his delight. at that, he sat up fully, leaning closer with a smirk that was both curious and challenging. “try me,” he said, folding his arms.

you raised a brow, clearly amused by his sudden interest. “alright, genius. let’s see how much you know.” standing up again with a brief chuckle you couldn’t hold back, you strode to your dresser and pulled open a drawer, returning with a handful of lipsticks. holding them out like they were your damn kids or just gold, you asked, “these?.”

he leaned forward, squinting at the assortment in your hands. after a long pause, he shrugged. “lipsticks. brown ones?. all the same.”

your jaw dropped, and you stared at him like he’d just insulted your entire existence. “the same?” you echoed, your voice climbing an octave. “bitch, you can’t be for real”you shook your head, grabbing two from your collection before settling comfortably into his lap, the lipsticks right in his face. “one is in the shade livin’ the cream — don’t comment,” you pointed at it with a manicured finger. “while the other is sprinkle sprinkle. they are so fucking different, chris!”

he had that annoying little smile on his lips, and he just seemed to be focused on your body placed prettily on top of him. “mhm. exactly the same”

you groaned, dropping your head into your hands as he laughed. “chris, i swear to god,” you said, sounding desperate but amused at the same time. “the first one has a cool undertone, and the other is warm. it’s not that hard to understand, it is?”

he was still laughing as he set the lipsticks down on the bed, his shoulders shaking. “alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “you win, baby. they’re totally different. i see it now, okay?”

“good,” you said, though your tone was far from convinced. crossing your arms, you narrowed your eyes at him. “you’d better mean that, or i’m kickin’ your ass out.”

he grinned, leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer. “oh, c’mon,” he said, his voice softening as his lips brushed against your neck softly. “I’m trying to learn here. maybe i just need a private lesson. y’know, hands-on.”

the sound of your most sincere and sweet laughter filled the room again, and as you playfully swatted at him, chris couldn’t help but think that he could get used to it. and you should too.

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𓍼 first sleepover at fashionkilla! reader’s house

the familiarity of your room was nothing new to chris since it started to be a routine to be at your house, but everything changed a bit when the lights of your LEDs played with the shadows given by the darkness of the room, the closed curtains preserving their tranquility from the night lights of the city at that hour: 3AM—just the beginning of their very first sleepover.

first night he spent with you, first chance he had to look at you in your most vulnerable and cute state ever. without your usual, albeit light, wall of defense that you put in front of yourself every time. he liked the idea of ​​being able to stay in your space and bed for as long as possible, since every time his heart was devastated by having to say goodbye and take the keys to his car to drive away from you. too lazy, too clingy to tolerate these little annoying things.

“do you wanna watch a movie?” you murmured, adjusting yourself against his body, head in the crook of his neck as your legs, covered in the same matching pajamas, were literally pressed against each other. you had just finished your skincare routine, your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail that was more than comfy. chris was immediately intoxicated by your sweet scent, and his arms moved to pull you even closer into your cuddle bubble. “borin’,” he answered your question, playing with the hems of your top as his fingers grazed the exposed skin on your hips.

you bit your lip to avoid smiling at his touch — involuntarily tasting your gloss too— and hid your face better. “so what do you want to do?” you asked with a hint of impatience, shifting your leg to place it on his deviously.

chris took advantage of your movement to slide his free hand under your thigh, his lips twitching in a smirk as he pretended to think about it. “i might have an idea,” his mouth was pressed against your ear as he spoke, and the chuckle that escaped him was completely genuine when you shivered at such a small thing. you slapped his chest lightly, and raised your head to meet his eyes that shone with a sparkle that spoke louder than words. “god, chris. maybe i meant cuter things, no?”

“borin’ too” he huffed, before bringing his face closer to yours to peck your soft lips briefly. you melted at that. your arms moved to wrap around his neck, your manicured fingers making their own path through his strands of hair. you kissed him again, though not briefly this time; your lips met in a soft brush, a light touch that almost felt like it wasn’t happening. it wasn’t urgent or lust-filled like you expected it to be, simply a sweet moment that made your chest feel tighter with each movement you made.

then his tongue, in an almost shy gesture, ran across your lower lip in a request to open your mouth. you quickly complied, and moved your head forward so that your muscles could touch, brush against each other. he sighed in delight, the gentleness of his touch becoming a little more urgent as his fingers squeezed your skin.

“did i change your mind?” he murmured against your lips when he felt the need to break the kiss to breathe. “no,” you shook your head as you pulled away, though the action only made him lean in again to make up the distance.

you giggled, placing your hands on his face. “we can’t kiss all the time, baby” you complained, slurring your words in a lazy way.

but he didn't listen to you at all. with a sudden, fluid movement, he shifted, his hands gripping your waist with a possessive urgency. you found yourself straddling him, his lips crashing into yours once again, this time with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. the pace of that second passionate intertwining was anything but slow or shy; it was hungry, desperate, each movement demanding more. his tongue slipped past your lips with a force that stole your breath, claiming you. the neediness in his touch was palpable as his hands slid to your back after it arched due to the pleasure, pulling you closer. your hands roamed down his chest, fingers trembling slightly as they tugged at the fabric of his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

certainly more interesting than any other movie.

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what does fashionkilla! reader and chris’s camera roll look like??

one thing she loves — is taking pictures of money. her whole cameraroll is full of cash,, an embarrassing amount. + when she’s with chris she completely forgets about her phone, so they don’t have lots of pics. the rest of it are js random things she finds pretty, especially herself

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what are fashion kills!reader’s fav fragrances, i trust her judgment 100% !

shes a vanilla girl !! sooo, after all her vanilla routine:

her n1 since always:

or these other 2 sooo good

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fashionkilla! reader honest reaction abt this fit

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what does fashionkilla reader think about chris in that suit

she was like “yea, till it bleeds” & he was SO concerned 💔my girl ovulating fr fr (same)

ON ME NEXTTTTTT

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soooooo fashion killa!reader & chris coded oh my gawwwshies

baby u GET IT. !!!!!

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what are fashion!killa!readers latest texts look like :)

[ CHRIS ML ]: So u coming over or no? — 22:21 [ YOU ]: u have a license now. use it — 22:22 [ CHRIS ML ]: Okay ig 😒 — 22:26 [ YOU ]:

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what’s fashionkilla!reader & chris up to right now 🙂‍↕️🫶🏾

currently 9pm in my time … chris is at your house on a routine basis, finding himself there every night with your blackcat on his lap—in need of the cuddles that apparently only the boy can give—while he waits for you to finish your ‘everything shower’. he’s annoyed that you’re taking so long, but the smell and feel of your skin afterwards is enough to give him the patience he’s never had in life.

he doesn't know it, but you love finding him nestled between your furry blankets as if he belonged there. a domesticity that you found yourself loving, lost without.

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what are fashionkilla! reader n chris up to rn??

it’s currently midnight— and fashionkilla! reader is whimpering under chris’s teasing and torturing touch.

“bitch, it won’t fit” she whimpered, her back arching as her manicured fingers tightened its grip on the sheets and the skin of his exposed back. chris was barely grazing her pussy with his tip. it was leaking pre-cum on her puffy clit, and with slow movements he helped it to slowly spread all over.

he rolled his eyes at her words, putting one hand on her neck while he finally slid in, groaning for both her tightness and the way she was painfully marking his back. “fuck— c’mon, you’re doin’ good” he praised with another small sound of pleasure, all the while his hips were moving in a way the made you see starts. “can’t stop now”

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what’s fashionkilla! reader and chris’s christmas plan?

she’s spending the day with chris’s family!! they all absolutely love her, especially marylou who seems so proud of her son for finding such a girl 😭😭. it's rare that she spent christmas with her family, over the years this has diminished, so chris was more than happy to invite her.

she thought of bringing some christmas cookies she made (they disappeared in 2 seconds). she’s soooo appreciated

mini dump of the day:

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How’s fashion killa readers cat?

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what’s in fashionkilla! reader’s bag?

— the bag:

— the inside:

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does fashionkilla! reader have a bestieee?

@zweigsangel yapper! reader (she does pisses her off when she just can’t shut tf up but yeah ❤️)