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mattslolita · 6 months ago

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dealer!chris who fucked up and talked one of ur “friends” to get advice on how to ask you out

“ugh you wouldn’t even want to date her. You know that she’s cried 3 times last week. She’s such a crybaby you need a woman like me who can handle her emotions” ur “friend” said

but it was to late. You forgot to tell Chris that u and her weren’t friends anymore and Bambi thought Chris tried to cheat on Bambi with her

get it together - c. sturniolo

in which . . . when chris finally decides to make things official, a ghost from the past wrecks everything.

( dealer!chris x black!bambi!fem!reader )

warnings ; angsty, cheating ( ? ), crying, arguments, not a happy ending i fear

"𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓?"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

everyone who were associated with you and chris could tell how you both cared for each other — there was no label on what you had going on, but it was getting almost painful to some people to watch you guys be all over each other without officially having decided to go out finally.

chris definitely knew it was getting unbearable for him. there was no doubt in his mind that he cared about you, and he wanted to be the only one who got to kiss you, hold you, touch you — he wanted to finally be your boyfriend. he wasn't scared anymore that he would fuck up, and he wanted to fully commit to you and him once and for all.

the problem? he had no idea how he should ask you out.

of course he knew you like the back of side — everything you liked, and all the things you didn't like. yet, he found himself conflicted as he tried to think of the way he was finally going to ask you to be his.

which is how he found himself somewhere he didn't expect to be — chris reached out to a friend of yours, madilyn; he hadn't seen her around lately though, and he assumed maybe the both of you have been busy so you haven't hung out together lately because of it.

madilyn seemed really sweet, and chris first texted the girl, she seemed like she was really excited to help him with you — after all, you'd been knowing her since high school so she knew pretty much everything about you.

yet what madilyn failed to mention to chris was your falling out due to the toxic nature of your friendship with each other. in fact, she purposely left those details out as to not alarm chris so that she can move in with her own plan, one that both you and chris were unaware of.

hours prior, you had the spent the afternoon getting ready for a frat party that you both would be attending — chris was sure to make a good amount of money tonight too, and you had even helped him bake some brownies to make edibles since they were a high demand where you guys were going. it was finally evening when chris pulled up to the curb, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh as you hummed and looked out the window at the commotion happening at the house already.

"are your girls here yet, kid?" chris asks you, causing your head to turn to him. you nod to him with a hum, and he nods back to you, "good, cause i gotta handle somethin', then i'll come and find you in there."

"what is it, baby?" you asked him, your doe eyes wide with curiosity, "need my help with it?"

"s'alright ma, i got it," chris reassures you, lifting your chin up with his thumb as his eyes hover over your lips, "you jus' have fun tonight, 'kay?"

"i will!" you giggle excitedly, as chris leans in to plant a kiss to your lips, some of your lip gloss smudging slightly.

chris hurriedly exits the car on his side before quickly coming over to the passenger side to open up the door for you — you step out, your dress waving in the wind almost immediately as chris takes your hand to help you up onto the sidewalk. you beam up at him as he shuts the door behind you, and he wraps a hand around your waist as he locks the car door and leads the both of you towards the house.

chris's hands stay glued to your hips when you guys walk inside, and you find yourself buzzing with excitement as you quickly spot your friends. they see you both arrive, and immediately wave at you, urging you towards them.

"promise me you'll text me if you need help?" you whisper up at chris, your lips slightly pouted, "are you absolutely you don't need me?"

"hey," chris says sternly, pulling you in by wrapping both hands around your waist and pressing you up against him, "m'always gonna need you, kid. right now though, m'doin' this for us. that cool with you?"

there's a sincerity in his eyes that reassured any nervous feeling you had — you nodded up at him, eyes flitting along his lips as you stared up at him. "i'm cool with it."

chris hums, before he leans down to kiss your lips — it's a short kiss, but it's filled with a need that would definitely be fulfilled later on tonight especially with the way you looked so dolled up right now. you pull away first, blowing him one last kiss before hurrying towards your awaiting friends.

chris watches after you, a soft smile overtaking his features as you hug all four of them, beginning to chat them up excitedly about probably whatever was on your mind at the moment.

"hey there, chris."

his attention is pulled away from you when he turns to see madilyn — she's done up in a black bodysuit, eyes littered with glitter and her rose tattoo on her neck looking nice. chris couldn't help but notice similarity in the way both you and madilyn wore your eye makeup, and he chalked it up to it being a mutual thing you both had agreed to.

"you gonna stop checking me out now?" she giggles, batting her eyelashes at chris, causing his eyebrows to furrow at her.

"i'm not checkin' you out," he tells her seriously, and she immediately laughs and waves him off.

"i'm kidding!" she says in a sing-song tone, "now c'mon, let's help you get the girl."

"wait," chris says reluctantly, glancing over at you quickly, "where are we goin'? why can't we jus' talk here?"

"you really want y/n questioning why we're talking?" madilyn asks, underlining venom laced in her words, yet chris doesn't catch it.

instead he cocks an eyebrow at her in question. "you guys are friends, though. i don' see why it's a problem."

"listen if you want to surprise her with this, it's better she doesn't know we talked," madilyn explains sweetly, her eyes raking all over chris's face, "so you comin' with me, or not?"

sending one last look towards where you last where, chris shrugs and rubs a down across his face as he follows madilyn to wherever she leads them. she weaves through the blossoming crowd of people, occasionally looking behind herself to make sure that chris was still following her. chris can't help but wonder why they were going upstairs, but he suspected it was probably for a secluded area so that there was a guarantee that you wouldn't find them at all. a part of him felt guilty because it felt like he was hiding something from you, but he knew he wasn't necessarily doing anything wrong. he was just getting help from your friend to ask you to be his girlfriend, right?

madilyn stops and knocks on an empty door, but no sound comes from the other end. chris's jaw ticks slightly as she opens the door, and she quickly ushers him inside of the room.

he steps inside of the room, the music blasting downstairs beginning to fade slightly as madilyn closed the door behind the both of them. she turns to face chris with a grin, as she takes a step closer to him. "so...whatcha wanna talk about first?"

"is y/n cool with surprises?" chris asks first as he sits on the bed, causing madilyn to poke the inside of her cheek, "sometimes she'll start cryin' if she gets too surprised at somethin' i buy her, an' so i don't wanna scare her."

"tuh, course she did," madilyn mumbles under breath venomously, rolling her eyes slightly. chris gives her a strange look.

"um surprises, let's see..." madilyn says, tapping her chin in pretend thought.

since they were in high school, madilyn knew very well that you were iffy on suprises — it gave you anxiety because you never knew what was coming. she also knew that you probably avoided telling chris because you didn't want to seem ungrateful at the things he bought you, and you had a feeling he would yell at you for it.

but instead of explaining that, a grin overtakes madilyn's features as she steps closer to chris. "oh, she adores getting surprised! one time in sophomore year this junior named christi asked y/n to hoco at a football game. she was on the cheer team too, it was the cutest thing ever. i've never seen y/n so happier."

a complete lie — the story didn't go that way at all. when christi rose asked you to homecoming in your sophomore year, you were excited, but you broke down crying in front of everyone because of overwhelmed you got. you'd had a crush on christi and you wanted to go with her, but the loud band playing as well as the multiple cheers around you felt too overwhelming and you felt like you were going to explode. you cried and cried in front of everyone — some people painted you to be dramatic, others were pitiful, but your friends had helped you through it. unbeknownst to you, madilyn had always held secret animosity for the way you seemed to get a "pass" whenever you cried at any little thing. even christi rose felt bad for the surprise and she still took you to homecoming and you guys had a little fling from it, too. madilyn had been jealous of the special treatment you seemed to get, and she wanted to sabotage it for herself now — and she was going to start with chris.

"really?" chris asks her in shock, shaking his head some as a small smile played on his lips, "she never told me that story, but i could just imagine her."

the way chris's eyes lit up at the fond thought of you made madilyn's blood boil with rage — beside chris, she lets out a loud sigh as she moves to sit next to chris on the bed, entirely too close to his liking.

"listen, i'm a little confused on why you like y/n," madilyn says, causing chris to scrunch his nose in confusion, "like, what do you see in her?"

"as her friend i thought you'd have an idea of what's to like about her?" chris asks, his eyebrows pinched in confusion. a weird feeling starts to settle in his gut now. "hol' up madilyn, you're supposed to be helpin' me with y/n."

"i am..." madilyn drawls in a sing song voice, scooting even closer to chris. his eyes momentarily glance down at her slightly exposed cleavage, causing a smirk to grace her features as her eyes trace over his lips, "you could do so much better than y/n, y'know? she's a bratty cry baby, she thinks once she sheds a few tears she'll get whatever she pleases. but you chris, you need a strong woman who can handle herself. you need me."

madilyn bites her lip as she draws in closer to chris, pulling on the collar of his shirt as she inches even closer to him. "c'mon chris. you know you want me. i saw the way you were lookin'."

"sorry to burst your fuckin' bubble, but i don't fucking want-"

"oh my goodness, i'm so sorry!" your sweet voice suddenly sounds as you open the door, "i didn't know any-"

your words were cut short as your eyes widened at the compromising position chris had found himself in with your ex best friend — madilyn's hand was still rested on chris's chest as their faces were mere inches away from each other. you felt the color drain from your face as tears filled your waterline quicker than you could say cheat.

a small sob escapes your lips, and you find your voice restricted as you can't even form words at what you say in front of you. a shaky hand raises as you cover your mouth, beginning to walk away slowly.

chris's heart breaks at the sight of you crumbling before his eyes, his own widening in realization — how the fuck could he have been so stupid? he should've known.

"y/n, wait!" chris says, breaking from madilyn's grasp as he attempts to run after you.

you've made it at the end of the stairs, tears clouding your vision as you try and focus on the steps in front of you — at this point, you could care less about people seeing you begin to sob uncontrollably, but you couldn't help it.

"chris, come back here!" madilyn hisses, quickly following after him as he rushes out the bedroom door towards you. she yanks him back around, and his face is flushed a bright red and his jaw ticks as he stares down at her. "why're you wasting your time? it's literally always gonna be her, isn't it?"

"fuck yes it's gonna be y/n," chris spits, eyes flashing with a fresh wave of anger as he stares down at madilyn with pure digust painted on his features. "you're a shallow fuckin' bitch, whose never gonna be able to fill that selfish fuckin' void inside yourself."

madilyn stands stunned at his words, her face screwed in surprise as chris continues to run after you.

he dodges past the crowds of people, desperately looking for any sign of your braids with the cute pink bows in them — he finally sees you in aiden's arms, all your weight on her as you cry into her shoulder. he feels disgusted with himself for thinking he could tust madilyn. now it made sense why she was never around anymore — how could chris have been so blind to the fact that she had a negative impact on your life?

you lift your head up to wipe the tears and turn back, and you make eye contact with chris — he wants to sink into a hole as he registers the hurt and pain that covers your face. aiden, niyah, riri, and zay all turn to where to you're looking, and scowls immediately paint their features upon seeing chris. niyah quite literally has to hold back riri back from making her way over to chris and giving him a piece of her mind, and riri only stops trying to go when you gently place a hand on her arm to get her to stop.

with one last look towards chris, you allow your friend to begin leading you out of the house — chris is quick to follow you guys out, but you're walking and moving alot faster than he expected.

"please, wait," chris begs, as he's caught up with zay and niyah whilst aiden and riri quickly have you already at aiden's car, "i need- fuck, i need to talk to her, please."

but you're already getting into aiden's car, not even turning back — niyah whirls around to face chris, anger flashing on her features as she pokes a finger in his chest. "you piece of shit! i can't even fuckin' believe i thought you were different, but you ended up like the rest of the people who made it their mission to ruin her fuckin' life!"

the harsh words niyah hurled at him made chris's throat feel dry as his eyes stung — he could blame it on the effects of the joint he smoked earlier, but he knew exactly what that stinging feeling was.

"i'm pretty sure you already know you disappointed us," zay says as calmly as possible, shaking her head at chris, "but most importantly, you hurt and disappointed y/n. just stay away from her, at this point."

a gulp rides down chris's throat, as his jaw ticks from anger and shame — zay shakes her head again as niyah flips him off, both girls hurrying towards aiden's car.

tears still escaped your eyes as you somberly lifted your head up, to see that chris stood there, watching as aiden began to pull off.

( lilly's version 💌 )

the long awaited chris & bambi angst 😬😔 not to get too sad guys, more fluffy & smutty blurbs coming soon ! 🫶 i hope y'all enjoyed this

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives

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saturnluvva · 10 months ago

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IFHY

pairing: fem!reader + enemy!mattsturniolo

warnings: angst, cussing, jealousy?

blue - matt

pink - reader / y/n

orange - Chris

purple - Nick

summary: when matts biggest enemy y/n starts talking to a boy from his hockey team matt gets jealous.

A/N: I hate this. also, might make this a 2 Parter or a series.

- Matt's POV -

I've hated y/n my whole life she was so difficult to get along with. she was either always talking about boys or makeup which are the most boring things ever. it always confused me on how my brothers even tolerated her as much as they did but I guess that was none of my business.

"EARTH TO MATTHEW" nick yelled in my ear like the idiot he is. "Huh?' I replied I was acting like I didn't hear him at first, but I really didn't Wanna believe what he said 'y/n is moving to LA for the next 2 months!" Me, Chris, and Nick moved to LA about a year or two ago because of our YouTube channel.

I hated how Nick and Chris were friends with y/n because that's mean that I couldn't escape her whether it was a short visit, or a long call made by nick.

"wh-" before I could even say what I had to there was a ring at our door "is that her?!" Chris asked as he ran down the stairs. nick shrugged and went to open the door. there she was the worst person in the world.

- Y/NS POV -

I saw nick and Chris opening the door to their house the first thing I did when i saw nick was giving him a big hug since it felt like forever since id seen him. and I hugged Chris right after even Though he kind of smelled like blue cheese. right after I hugged Chris, I saw him. I put our past behind and walked up to him "hey" but i was met with silence and a look that made me feel uneasy `what do you want" finally he spoke. was it the words I wanted? no but it was good from him "hi. how are yo-" he walked away. he always did this maybe it was his way of thinking he's won the argument. but I wasn't arguing with him this time. "what's his pr-" I heard him slam his door. 'Bitch..." I thought to myself. "That doesn't matter! let's catch up for a while until matt learns not to be a dickhead!" I laughed. nick was always the funnier triplet he always knew what to say and when to say. I spent next two hours catching up with Nick and Chris it was really nice I had talked about all the new people and boys I'd met.

- Matt's POV -

as soon as I came out of my room to get something to eat, I heard that annoying bitch "yeah there's this new guy I'm talking to! his names Austin" Austin. I'd always hated Austin I never knew why though. maybe it was his hair. his smile. his face. or his attitude. he'd always just rubbed me the wrong way. but now he's "talking" to y/n I hate him even more for that. not because I like her or anything it was because he never kept a relationship for more than a month and knowing how much of a crybaby y/n is I just know that once the relationship ends, she's gonna come to nick and Chris crying and I'll never hear the end of it. it felt like he was plotting on me, and I hated it a little more than I hated him and y/n.

- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- -

it was 12:00am which was usually the time Chris and Nick were asleep, so I went downstairs to get some leftovers of the canes we had bought earlier. but as soon as I reached the last step, I saw y/n in the living room and walked up to the couch where she was sitting "why are you up so late..." she had jumped from the sound of my voice "just not tired" bullshit. I'd seen her phone in her hand already "texting Austin?" I'd had the biggest smirk ever.

- Y/NS POV -

there he was with that dumb smirk on his ugly face. "No! why would I be doing that?'' "I'm a great liar!" I thought "you're a horrible liar" dammit. "What do you even see in him?" dumb question "he's actually nice to me."

"You should go to sleep. c'mon" "why?" "You know the rule." shit. the rule was that I could only sleep in Nick and Chris's rooms if I go to bed at the same time as them. I've always hated his rule but who was I to break it? exactly. "fine" I rolled my eyes and stood up

I'd l laid down next to him in his bed with my back facing him I didn't mind sleeping in his bed it was the fact that it was his bed.

the curiosity was killing me "so... how many women have you fucked on this bed?" "50" "ew!' I instantly jumped up from his bed and he started laughing. 'I'm kidding." "Maybe like 3 or 4 depends on if you count me actually Cumming at the end" "freak" I was actually disgusted even if he was joking.

"You asked" I ignored him. he was right but I wasn't gonna give the satisfaction of knowing that and he knew it.

I gasped as I felt him lean over me "what?' "You know Austin's only gonna break your heart?' "Shut up." "Nah I'm good sis." I rolled my eyes. it was hard dealing with matt because if he wasn't being a dickhead and annoying the shit out of me, he was being a sassy asshole.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #x y/n #matt x y/n #matt x reader #christopher sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic #angst #fanfic

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byullielle · 2 years ago

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Cocaine Colored Wedding Dress // Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Older by 5SOS, Sierra Deaton. Today is your day. Both of yours. The day you get married to Christopher Bang.

Tags: Marriage, Fuff, Skz!Bestmen, Idol!Bang Chan, Wedding Shenanigans, you are skz's noona

Disclaimer: author doesn't know shit about weddings and ofc its song inspired lmao. your family members would remain nameless. (felix is part of your entourage your own bestman/maid of honor but a guy), i will keep wedding details and furnishings vague as to not kill the imagination but there WILL be a church. for my fatherless/motherless readers, I AM YOUR FATHER NOW ヽ( `д´*)ノ

a/n: i wrote this while travelling so im sorry it's sloppy

As Felix helps you tighten the bodice of your dress, your mind starts wandering at 100 miles an hour, thinking about the floral arrangements and whether or not they were finished on time because you nor Chan had enough time to check last night, hoping that everyone's dresses and suits are complete, praying to every possible deity out there that Chan slept well because you certainly couldn't out of pure excitement, the anxious thoughts now settling down your stomach. "Y/N-ah," Felix's voice snaps you out of it as you look up at him, met with a kind and loving smile from your best friend, "You can look now," he gently states before moving away from the mirror. You take a deep breath and shut your eyes, before turning around, dress moving along to the motion.

Slowly opening your eyes, you could feel unbridled joy with a healthy mix of anxiety spike through your veins like never before. You've tried it, three times even for fitting and alterations but now that it was happening, now that it was real; you felt so gorgeous. Your emotions well up at your throat, stopping yourself from crying before your destroy your make-up.

The veil hangs perfectly behind you, white textile hugging you correctly while it flows like water, your jewelry shines brighter it seems; and you look amazing. The confidence your entire bridal attire gives you is so exhilarating, only one thought of 'I can't wait until Chris sees this,' solid in your mind, pushing all the other worries away. You somewhat anticipated it when you started planning the wedding, but Chan was quite a traditionalist in a sense that he wanted to keep the wedding as sweet and as fun he saw it just as sacred. And he didn't want to see your dress until the day itself which makes you stand here now, your first look at both your outfits.

Felix peers over and smiles at the look on your face, making him approach you before handing you a box of tissue, "Always our crybaby," he jokes lightly with the most loving voice ever, "How do you feel,"

"Amazing," your voice quivers while wiping off the tears from their tear ducts before it could ever escape your eyes. "Oh my god,"

"Well," he laughs, "Let's go?"

You nod excitedly, making him nervous that you'd knock your properly groomed hair over. You hook your arms with him before you exit the bridal suite. The plan was to meet Chan by the place behind the reception which was close to the church you were going to get married in. Your heart was slamming against your ribcage like it was wanting escape, excitement pounding through you like a toddler on LSD. You'd bounce on your heels at every step if it wasn't for the fact that you wanted to be prim and proper for your future husband.

Husband. The prospect was enough to make you wanna squeeze Felix and squeal until someone's eardrums broke and at the same time break down crying at just how lucky you are to have Christopher Bang as your husband. An overworking perfectionist, never stops until satisfied and is rarely so, chronic insomniac—but a man fueled by hard work and passion, driven by his desire to do and give his best; his work and the people around him heavily influenced. A sweetheart through and through, boyish in charm and loving to a fault, gentlemanly and steadfast in his morals and principles. For better or for worse you will stick with him, because you love him for every once of his perfections along with every morsel of his flaws. Your husband, Christopher Bang.

And the most terrifying thing is—you wholeheartedly trust that he'd do the same for you.

"Okay stop!" Changbin calls out before you could even turn the corner, blocking the way. You almost hit him like you would a brick wall but Felix immediately stops you. "For the record, miss bride," he beams up at you before opening his arms for a hug which you wholeheartedly accept with joy. "You look amazing, sweet thing," he chuckles before pressing a slight kiss to your temple, "Congratulations, Y/N-ah. I'm so proud of you two,"

You have to look up to prevent the tears fro falling, slightly smacking him on the chest in order for you to laugh at his response before he beckons Felix to leave a bit, photographer for the moment on standby. Leaving both of you for the tender moment, it's like time is at a standstill, none of you talking much before Chan clears his throat. "Y/N?" he calls out, nervousness evident in his voice.

"Chris," you respond, a little bit choked up before you see his hand pop out from the corner, "Hold my hand please," he asks softly before you comply, feeling his slightly clammy hands, with a gentle tremble within.

"I'm so terrified I'd start crying like a baby when I see you," he half-heartedly jokes, partially meaning it as you laugh out a bit. "Well that makes both of us," you sigh before rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand, "Ready?"

"Yeah," he breathes out, "On three?"

"Mhm," you hum, "One," you start of and he finishes the third count. There's a pause before both of you move to see each other. Instantaneously all of the sparks you've lost, those that have dwindled away comes back to both of you. Unable to help yourself but cry and he remains breathless.

Handsome. You always thought he was but in a white suit, white tie, your favorite flower pinned by his breast, hair decorated with shiny flower pins that you suggested months ago, light make-up on him—he looked ethereal, like he was cut from the gods and you couldn't help but sob at that. "You're so handsome my love," you chuckle wetly, reaching your hand out on his cheek tenderly before he presses a kiss against your palm, "I love you," he simply states before pulling you into a hug, "So so much,"

"I love you too," you tighten your grip on his body reassuringly. "So so so much,"

You two stand there in silence, basking in each other's warmth while you keep the tears at bay. You know he's silently crying with the motions and ministrations behind your back but you let him. It was your wedding day after all. "Should we get a picture?" you whisper against his ear as he nods and detaches from you, "God, I'm already a mess,"

"You're perfect," you laugh before pressing a kiss on his cheek, prolonging the stay of your lips on his skin before producing a loud 'mwah,' "Perfect groom,"

"For the perfect bride," he chuckles before you both turn to the photographer, signaling him that he could finally take pictures and not take paparazzi shots—a running joke you and Chan made when asked if you wanted pictures of the intimate moment. You take a few more sweet and cute pictures before Seungmin comes barreling down the stairs with no reprieve, immediately worrying you and Chan whilst disrupting the photography process. "I am so so sorry I have to barge in like this," he huffs, only in his white button up and slacks, "But the officiant suddenly got the IBS. He's been stuck in the restroom for like, what, an hour?" he explains, "I think he needs to be taken to the hospital,"

"What?!" both you and Chan question in alarm. But before you could think of a response Seungmin clears his throat, "But PD-nim...turns out is a licensed and trained officiant,"

"PD-nim...?" Chan questions before you fill in the blanks, "As in the JYP PD-nim?,"

Seungmin mutely nods. "So long as he gets both your permissions he'll gladly do it for free,"

You look up at Chan who simply looks back at you, a silent conversation happening between the flitting and movement of eyes. "What do you think?" you verbalize as he nods, "Well, it's not like we have much of a choice do we," he sighs and holds your hands, "I'm sorry it has to be PD-nim,"

"Well it'll probably be a bit weird but I don't mind much," you squeeze, "I'd get married to you regardless of the officiant anyway,"

"I am," Hyunjin sighs out, exasperated as Minho and Jisung run around toppling the place over, "Gonna freak out,"

"Channie hyung is back!"

"Fuck!" all three of them simultaneously curse before Chan comes in with a very offended look on his face, Seungmin and Changbin looking at the men in the hotel room in confusion. "What is... happening?" Changbin trails off after seeing the pair peering at the back of the couches while Hyunjin holds his hair in his hand.

"Hyunjin is missing his fucking pants," Jackson exasperates. Chan's brows reach his hairline, "What? Since when?"

"Apparently it didn't come in the dress bag," Hyunjin explains with a tinge of desperation in his voice, "And please please don't tell Y/N noona," he takes Chan's hands and the groom doesn't know whether or not to smack him upside the head or laugh. "I can't promise that," he says a bit stiffly, "Are you sure you're checked everywhere? The floor, the hotel room you used last night?"

"Wait hyung you're such a genius!" Hyunjin vibrates with new hope before patting his pockets down before realizing he already returned the keycard to the room after checking out. "Oh shit," and Chan seems to realize this issue before sighing, "Let's go boys," he strips off his blazer for now before neatly hanging it up the door hooks. "Move out,"

Jackson and Brian stay behind to hold the fort while the 7 men accompany each other to the hotel clerk for moral support should Hyunjin and Chan start breaking down in front of the poor attendant. "God forbid any of her bridesmaids see us," Jisung crosses his fingers, "Or like, let her know a month after,"

"Yeah, like as a funny memory,"

"You guys do know I can't lie to my wife right?" Chan sweats, nervously tapping his leg on the elevator floor heading down. "Worse comes to worse only Hyunjin is gonna die,"

"Hey!" he whines, "Please, anyone but in the hands of noona,"

"I'll do it in her stead," Minho comments before the elevator door opens, offering a "kind" smile to Hyunjin that never fails to send shivers down his spine. Chan leads the barrage of 6 men, heading to the receptionist as he clears his throat. "Hi," he greets, before beckoning Hyunjin to his side, "What was your room?"

"801,"

"Has 801 been cleared yet?" he turns back to the receptionist who starts typing into the console, "Not yet sir. Would you want to re-check back in?" she inquires as Chan waves his hand in disapproval, "Oh, no no, I was just gonna ask if it was possible to check the room? This guy left something really important,"

"Oh, I'll see what I can do about it sir, please wait for a while,"

Hyunjin frowns and clamps on Chan's arm, "I'm really sorry hyung,". He chuckles and pats Hyunjin's head, "It happens. Not every wedding is perfect," he reassures, "I do have to tell Y/N,"

A despaired noise escapes Hyunjin, dramatics unending. He couldn't request Chan to keep it from you either, knowing that keeping something as crucial as this a secret quite possibly could put a wrench on your relationship, both as an affianced couple and in a few hours, spouses. The receptionist smiles pitifully at Hyunjin, and 5 minutes span on like an hour.

After one phone call, she smiles at both Chan and Hyunjin, along with the 4 others lined up behind them, "I'll give you the keycard. Fortunately, room service hasn't cleaned it yet,"

"Thank you so much ma'am!" Hyunjin bows as he accepts the keycard with his two hands, as if receiving his diploma.

And in record time, they make it to the room. They scramble to start looking, Chan in the bathroom, Minho and Jisung towards the closets, Changbin by the couches, Jeongin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin in the bedroom. "It's not here," Jisung mutters, disappointed but Minho gently pushes him out of the way and turns his phone flashlight on, and true enough the pants are nestled on the floor by the corner.

"It's here!" he announces before grabbing the pants, handing it to Hyunjin who was rushing towards him. "Hyung!"

A slap to the back of his head was delivered but Minho sighs in relief anyways, "You idiot," he mutters before cajoling Hyunjin out the door, "Making us nervous and shit,"

The veil falls over your face, white clouding your vision before Felix hands you your bouquet. "Ready?" he asks before you nod, and from your periphery, you see your father enter the room. Felix bows politely before leaving the room, simply just two of you. "You're getting married," he states in a factly tone, "That's the plan," you chuckle before holding your hand out for him to take.

"I can't believe I'm sending you off," he sighs and looks up and down at you, "My darling daughter,"

"Chan'll take care of me," you assure with a chuckle, trying to not cry in front of your father, not when he looks so proud yet so sad at the same time. "I know," he tucks his hands behind him, "It'll be a little bit quieter at home though," he sighs.

You swallow down, lump on your throat growing. "Dad..."

"I don't say it a lot, Y/Nnie," he sighs and places a hand on your shoulder, "But I am proud of you. Where you are now," he smiles, tears lining the edge of his eyes before your lower lip trembles and tenderly touch your father's cheeks, "Thank you," it escapes you as barely a whisper. "You'll always be welcome home," he assures, "Don't worry about the grandchildren for now. Your mother says so too,"

"Yeah," you giggle before taking his arm. "Thank you for everything Dad," you rub it lightly. It surprises you when he pulls you into a tender hug, rare and sweet as you burst into tears, sobbing like a little baby before your mother then enters. "Oh, you made our princess cry!" she scolds before reaching under your veil with a handkerchief and patting your tears away gently, making sure she doesn't rub onto the waterproof make-up. "You look so pretty,"

"Thank you Mom," you giggle when she presses a kiss on your cheeks, going through the veil, "Pretty bride genes run through your blood,"

"Now you're just flattering yourself," your father teases with a fond smile on his face directed to his wife, "Oh shut! You cried during our wedding day you old fool," she lightly pushes the back of his head before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'll go now, we'll all be waiting for you in the wedding hall," she waves and leaves. You could see her wipe her own tears but the door closes on her before you could say something else.

You fan your face and take a deep breath out, pacing around the room while your father patiently sits by the lounges. "Nervous?" he asks. You nod before he beckons you to sit down, easily complying as you face him, "Do you know," he says, "Your uncle tripped on the aisle when I and your mother got married," he starts narrating as you giggle. "He was a spectacle. Everyone was teasing him during the reception," he fondly recalls, "But honestly, I'm secretly glad it happened, I was super nervous to marry your mother," he congresses.

"Really?" you place a hand on your mouth, not really expecting it from your straight-laced father and his impenetrable force of patience and indifference. "Your mother is the most beautiful woman I've laid my eyes on. I'm glad I got to marry her," he sighs, "And I know Chan feels the same. I have never seen someone look so in love in years until I saw him,"

"Only reason you said yes to him asking your blessing,"

"Would you rather I let you marry a man who isn't happy to be with you?"

"Of course not,"

"Exactly," he nods, "I will put an axe through his skull if that look changes,"

"Dad!" you laugh and smack the side of his arm, "Don't say that on my wedding day!" you giggle as he rolls his eyes, "That's a promise!"

You were about to respond when the organizer knocks on the door and peers through the crack, "Miss bride, and mister father," they beckon, "It's time,"

You stand up with shaky hands, taking the bouquet before your father offers his arm up for you to take, hooking your hand against his. You both walk out of the room and head to the path leading to the church, doors nearly empty after the entourage walks in. You vaguely see Chan's figure enter the chapel and walk along before the curtains lining the entrance fall down and block your view after your mother follows afterwards.

"Why am I gonna throw up," you whisper to your father as he chuckles and squeezes your arm comfortingly, "At least not on the aisle,"

"Dad!"

"You'll do great," he genuinely assures, "This is your day, your groom is happily waiting for you at the end of the aisle," he pats your back before the organ starts to play the bridal march, curtains opening as people stand for you. A deep inhale is caught in your throat, nervousness spiking as your father cajoles you into walking.

And then you see Chan, although screened in white and obscured by the veil you couldn't help but be emotional. You don't know what triggered it, but the tears prick your eyes and then you see him reach over his' and pad a handkerchief along. He's crying too. But the smile is so prominent you could see the dimples against the veil, making you giggle quietly, tension in your body dissipating.

The march seems to stretch on longer than you or Chan wished for, but eventually, your father comes over and gives him a short hug before taking your hand and placing it in his'. "Do good," he notions to Chan as he nods. Shakily, you both step forward hand in hand–face to face with JYP, your emergency officiant.

The ceremony starts, people take their seats while Felix and your best friend keep a keen eye on your comfort and your dress. Chan can't stop squeezing your hand reassuringly, catching subtle glances like you were back in high school giggling about. You both sign the wedding papers once your officiant announces it, and when he cues Chan–he faces your parents and gets on his knees, forehead to the ground as you yourself bow, back parallel to the floor as they both nod.

And then you turn to Jessica and Jack, along with Hannah who were watching by Chan's side, and then while Felix takes the bouquet in your hand, you properly fix your dress, get on your knees, and press your forehead against the floor. It wasn't planned, the getting on the floor at least, it was expected you bow but not to the full extent, dress and all. A bit flabbergasted, Chan immediately helps you up after the 10 second stay, "Baby, you didn't have to," he whispers as his family bows back, "I wanted to," you reassure him, patting your dress and veil off as Felix hands back your bouquet.

Then, both of you bow to each other, 90 degrees and perfectly still and solemn.

A surrender of half of yourself to him, and taking half of his. A vow unbent by law and a promise unbroken by love.

The ceremony continues, a bunch more expletives and legalities before JYP senses your growing impatience as he clears his throat and starts with the vows. Your guide is tucked in the bouquet, in between the peonies and roses but you knew it wouldn't really matter much. Chan also has his in his breast pocket, pulling it out before taking the microphone and taking your shaky hand into his'.

"We met during my trainee days. You were working your way into being an intern while I was wallowing in a thin line between courage and impatience, waiting to debut," a pointed look to your officiant, "It was sorta unexpected. You gave me a free drink during your part time job and we suddenly got to talking for hours, I got your number and I headed back to the dorms. I never knew I sealed my fate back then, and looking back at it now, I will never trade a thing for it," he sighs out, looking up so that he doesn't start crying.

You smile lovingly at him, assuring him that if he cries you'll simply laugh it off as a fond memory, not like you'd fare any better than him anyway.

"When I debuted, you were one of the first people I told," he laughs, a bit airy, "I could never forget the squeal that nearly ruptured my eardrums, that was the day I realized I might've liked you," and then you giggle. "You got your dream job during our second comeback. I will never forget that because I was with you, we were watching a movie when you got your acceptance call. That was also the first time you hugged me. You were so happy and in turn it made me happy, that was the moment I thought 'What I'd give to always feel like this', so I sought after that. I sought after you,"

He takes a gulp down of his tears, "You are my hero. You make me happy, so happy. I'd give the moon and stars but you seem to always beat me to it, I always feel loved and cared for by you. And as we make our way to infinity, to a forever only we can create, I want to love and care for you until my lungs give out and I'm an old wrinkly grandpa,"

"I promise to forever cherish you—your laughter and smiles, and all the other things that make you do your happy dance," he tucks the paper away and takes your hand instead, "And I vow to forever protect the love that you give me. To hold it close and never betray that,"

And he starts holding back a wide, goofy smile, making you groan preemptively as he clears his throat, "And hey, I'm not our wedding photographer," he shrugs and takes a comedic look at his bestmen, "But I can picture us together. Forever."

Laughter choruses throughout the chapel while you lightly smack him on the arm, laughing as you roll your eyes at the corny pick-up line. Of course he fucking would.

Handing the microphone over to you, you pick off the paper nestled between the flowers before unfurling it open, "Chanathan," you start, making him throw his head back in laughter, "Was the name I used to tease you with when I asked for your name during that time we met at the cafe. I can't believe that our vows kinda match, but it its the testament if just how much we're soulmates," you look up at him, not reading off the paper.

"It was Chanathan, then Chan, then Channie, then Chris. Then my Christopher. It's like a stake of claim on you," you jokingly quip, "But throughout those times and those names, was also the evolution of our relationship. And I have never been more glad to open up this new era of calling you nothing but husband. My husband Chan, my husband Christopher, my husband Chanathan," you smile up at him, seeing his humored look despite the fond eyes he has for you.

"And I promise to honor every sense of your name, whether its carrying your's or speaking of you. I always have been and always will be proud of you, and not a day would go by where you wouldn't know that," you choke up a bit, voice getting trembly, "There will be nights and weeks and months when we'd be apart, but our souls, and my loyalty would always be unbreakable,"

You take his hand and press a kiss on it through your veil, feeling your heart squeeze in delight as a strangled cry escapes him, "I vow to love you, now and forevermore, and we can be cute little wrinkly old people together till the end of time. I will always be proud to be your wife, and will also make you constantly proud to call your home, I love you, Christopher,"

"I love you too," he whispers and squeezes your hand once more.

"Now," JYP beckons for the ring bearers, "For better or for worse, through sickness and health, and until death do you part," he starts before you slip a paper towards him which gives you quite the stern look, simply making Chan chuckle, "And as you drink from his cup, and he drinks from yours, the first and last sonata you'll sing, with the neverending dread of betrayal hung over the crux of your necks, take these rings," he then signals you to take each other's rings, shaky hands delicately holding them, "And swear,"

Chan goes first, sliding your wedding band on the yhe ring finger of your presented hand. After comes him, with you nervously taking his and slipping on the shiny gold band on his finger. And then you both hold hands, both of yours warmly enclosed in his' as your officiant gives a nod of approval. "You can remove her veil now," he covers the microphone and mutters to Chan who has to take a deep breath to brace himself.

Taking the hem of your veil, he carefully turns it and the white cast is finally gone, seeing his face so clearly you fall in love again. So easily, and so quickly. "Do you, Christopher Bahng, take Y/N L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?"

He smiles at you, "I do,"

"And do you, Y/N L/N, take Christopher Bahng as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do,"

"Then, you may now kiss your bride," he announces as Chan places a loving hand on your waist, one on your cheek before pulling you forward and you cup his cheeks, kissing him with fervent love and passion. It was a mere press to his lips, but the love overflowing was so much you both start crying.

The cheers and claps echo through the chapel before he departs and guides your hand to hook against his arm. "Hello wifey,"

"Mhm, husband," you giggle while wiping your tears with the pads of your fingers, pressing another kiss to his cheek, before moving forward and retreating out the aisle.

Your smile is so wide it hurts your cheeks, a hearty laugh escapes your husband as both of you run down the aisle, hand in hand.

Y/N Bang. You could get used to it.

let me know what you wanna come next; wedding night/honeymoon or reception/wedding after-party

#bang chan scenarios #husband bang chan #skz scenarios #skz bang chan #bang chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids bang chan #married to bang chan #elle✩marital

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saiyanprincessswanie · 4 years ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 33

Hey all, it’s time to bring you week 33 of my reading list. These are all one-shots, drabbles and stories from authors who have either tagged me in their work or they have been recommended to me. Every week, I will put a list together of what I’m reading. I want to do this to help spread the love in the Marvel Community.

If you would like to be added, signal boosted, please tag me in your fics or tag me in someone else’s stories. If you don’t see your story listed it’s probably due to my cut off date I had earlier in the week or Tumblr might have eaten your tagged story. All stories not listed that I did receive will be featured on the following week. Completed series that I’m tagged in will take longer for me to get through but please still tag me.

I had 50 fics this week and had to push off another 20 until next week. Please be kind and patient as I continue to make my way through all tags. The list is almost filled so make sure you tag me for this week.

Make sure you read the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff.

These will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title.

Page break made by @whimsicalrogers

If you can please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is a few days late. This week was crazy as we lost electricity for over 12 hours due to the winter storm we got. I’m working to get this out as I have another storm about to hit us tonight into tomorrow.

💜 Missy

Riding High - Chp 12 - (Frank Adler x OFC) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today

Sleepless In Stark Towers - Chp 13 - Chp 14 - @slothspaghettiwrites

Between the Stars - Chp 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @all1e23

Three Moons Ranch - Chp 12 - Chp 13 - (Bucky x Reader) - @slothspaghettiwrites

Outside looking in - Part 5 - (Bucky x Dark Reader) - @dreamslikeaheartbeat

Empathy Chp 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @captainamericasbeard

Crossfire - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Darkroom || werewolf!Lee Bodecker - @mypoisonedvine

Undivided Attention - (Bucky x Reader) - @navegandoaciegas

Praise You (Like I Should) - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

Only God Forgives - (Dark Andy x Reader) - @river-soul

Thick as Thieves - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @angrythingstarlight

His New Partner Chp 47 - (Steve x Reader) - @star-spangled-steve

A Nice Quiet Evening - (Charles Blackwood x Reader) - @nano--raptor

Proviso - (Chris Evans & Mean Daddy Andy) - @ozarkthedog

Loyalty - (Dark Andy x Reader, Darkish Bucky) - @navybrat817

The Favourite - (Dark Tony x Reader) - @dreamslikeaheartbeat

Overstimulated - (Dark Sam Wilson x Reader) - @dreamslikeaheartbeat

Until the End Of the World - (21) - (22) - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @avengerscompound

Chapter 14: A Meeting of Sorts - (Dean x Reader) - @wonder-cole

Dearly Beloved - (Dark Andy x Reader) - @river-soul

Crybaby - (Bucky x Reader) - @navegandoaciegas

Renewing Vows - (Steve x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Bucky Drabble - @river-soul

Dating for Dummies - (Steve x Reader) - @river-soul

Not Your Forever (6) - (Steve x Reader, Clark x Reader) - @navybrat817

Consolation || (Bucky x Reader) - @mypoisonedvine

Mr President - Part 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @queenoftheworldisdead

Attack of the Winter Wolf: Prologue - (Steve x Reader) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

One Clue at a Time - (Bucky x Reader) - @fandomsandxfiles-writes

A disastrous date - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bad Boys - Part 4 - Ours - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @holylulusworld

Rule Breaker - (Andy x Reader) - @nony-bear

Rouse - (Ransom x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Forever - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

There’s a wolf in my heart - (Bucky x Reader) - @river-soul

When I Find You, I’ll Find Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @river-soul

Too Loose and You’ll Lose It - Chp 7 Part 1 - (Jake x Reader) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

Take it All Off - (Chris x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

Almost Had Me Believing It - (18) - (19) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Just Say It and I’m Yours - Chp 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @whisperlullaby

Creeps and Confessions - (Frank x Reader, Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Watching You - (Lee x Reader) - @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

You’re my Obsession - (Dark Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Headcanon Jealous Andy - @buckyownsmylife

Ghost of You {Epilogue} - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Stupid Made Up Holiday - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

A Valentine’s Cockfectionery - (Ransom x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Nowhere to run (2) - (Dark Steve x Reader) - @sagechanoafterdark

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #frank adler #andy barber #tony stark #charles blackwood #sam wilson #dean winchester #jake jensen #ransom drysdale #chris evans #brock rumlow #saiyanprincessswanie #weekly reading list #recommended reading

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lovieebby · 5 years ago

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G R A C I E ‘ S M A S T E R L I S T

Finally got around to make a masterlist! I’ll try and update it as soon as I post a fic. Whatever has smut or smutty themes will have ** on the title! Ment for 18+ audiences!!!

Assume most and if not all are ddlg or d/s themed!! &All works are 18+ MINORS DNI

Slutty Hours

Daddy’s Good Girl** | 1k+ d/s smut

Henry Cavill

Hard Night | 1.2k Fluff

Dreaded Corner | One 2.2k | Two** 2.3k | DDLG

Movement** | 2.9k Smut d/s

All of You | 2.4k Angst

Big baby** | 1.4k Implied Smut

Quack | 1k+ Fluff

Understanding** | 800 DDLG

Nerd Boy Pwer | 500 Fluff

Shocking | 1k+ Fluff

🌸 Henry Cavill (AUs) 🌸

White Winged Girl (sugar daddy AU) *NEW*

Part One** 700+ | Smut -> Part Two** 900+ | Smut

Part Three** 1.2k | Smut -> Part Four** 1.2k | Smut

♟ Victorian!Henry Cavill (AU) ♟

Frogs & Bears | 1k Fluff | DDLG

Baby’s Day** | 1k Smut | d/s

When Bunnies Become Rabbits | 5.7k | d/s

Bad Girl Behavior** | 800+ | d/s

Small Henry & Character Concepts

✨Lazy Nights✨ | Henry Cavill | fluff

💥 Clark Kent 💥

Bloom | 1k+ | Fluff

🌿 Captain Syverson 🌿

Man Down | 1.5k | ddlg fluff

🐺 Geralt of Rivia 🐺

Moment of Peace | less than 600 | Fluff

Vibrant Hues** | 260+ | smutt-ish

I’ll See You Soon | 1k | fluffish angst

🔮 Tarot Card Prompts 🔮

August Walker -> Leave the Light on

Geralt of Rivia -> Star Gazed

Pedro Pascal

Keeping Secrets** | 4k | Smut

The Crying Game** | 2.9k | Smut | Poly!Oscar x Pedro

Chris Evans

Fake Cries** | 400+ | d/s

| Daddy!dom concepts w Meda |

Henry Cavill (& Characters)

Daddy!Henry cuts your food

Daddy!Henry x Cevans x Reader

Beach day w Daddy!Henry

Daddy!Henry talking you through your tantrum

Sneaking a kitten in while Daddy!Henry’s away

Daddy!Henry gets stern w muddy reader

Daddy!Henry showing you the horses

How Daddy!Henry deals w bratty!reader at a party

How Daddy!Sy deals with a crybaby

Henry’s hand movements

Daddy!Henry forcing lil!reader to cum

Victorian Era!Daddy!Henry x little!reader

Pedro Pascal

Making Daddy!Pedro bracelets

Crybaby w Pedro

Oscar Issac x Pedro Pascal

Little!reader owning her mistake

Grocery store thought

#masterlist #lovieebby’s materlist

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sturnswiftie · 10 days ago

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!crybaby reader just can't sleep... and it's driving !dealer chris insane.

chris is exhausted. after a long night of his phone buzzing nonstop with calls, pickups, and drop-offs, he’s ready to just fucking sleep. but the girl next to him—his girl—has other plans.

as if to prove his point, you huff dramatically, flopping onto your side for what has to be the tenth time in the last five minutes. then onto your back. then onto your stomach. then back onto your side again, your warm body nudging against his like a restless little kitten. one thing about you is that even if you don’t outright say something is bothering you, you’re going to make it known somehow.

chris cracks an eye open, barely illuminated by the soft blue glow of the alarm clock by his bed. “the hell are you doin’?” he grumbles, voice rough with sleep, low and grumbly.

“i can’t sleep,” you whine in response, dragging out the last word like a complaint. the noise makes him exhale heavily through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face.

“so y’just gonna toss and turn all night?”

he stares at you incredulously when you turn to face him fully, a pout resting on your pretty lips. even in the dark, he can feel the heat of your gaze, the way you bat those big, pitiful eyes at him like it’s his responsibility to fix this. and because you are who you are—because you’re his—chris can’t help but suppose that it is.

the brunette exhales then, long and slow, before rolling onto his side and gripping your waist. “c’mere.”

you barely have time to react before he’s pulling you against him, sliding a thigh between your own and pressing a slow, lazy kiss to the side of your neck. you squirm underneath him at the warmth of his breath, another whimper slipping past your lips that goes straight to your boyfriend’s hardening cock.

“chris...” you start, confusion lacing your tone and expression, but then he’s sliding a hand under the hem of your shirt, long fingers dragging over the softness of your skin.

“shh,” he murmurs back in response, sharp white teeth glinting in the soft light filtering his room as he nips lightly at your jaw. “y’wanna sleep or not?”

you do. so you go quiet as a shiver runs down your spine, hands clutching at his arm as he tilts your chin up, brushing his lips over yours in a teasing, featherlight kiss that has you chasing after him for more, only to be met with a smirk.

“relax,” he whispers, those teasing fingers now dipping lower than before, finding exactly what he’s looking for the moment he brushes over your puffy clit, and a soft gasp leaves your perfect mouth. “i got you, baby.”

it doesn’t take long before your body is melting into his touch, the tension slipping from your limbs as pleasure overpowers frustration, replacing your restless pouts with soft, needy whimpers. he’s careful to take his time, to draw it out, making sure you feel every flick of his wrist, every press of his rough palm into your clit while your hips shift down in search of more from the long strokes his fingers offer you. usually he’d chastise you for being so greedy, but he’s too surprised by the quickness in which your orgasm arrives, your grip on his wrist tightening as you gasp against his mouth, falling apart in his hands with your back arching from the mattress.

it’s not until you’re whimpering uncomfortably from his long digits still being inside you that he finally retracts, blue eyes taking in his own glistening fingers before he’s popping them into his mouth, eyes closing briefly with a soft grunt as he cleans up your arousal with great care. the sight of him doing so never fails to make your cheeks warm with embarrassment, wondering if you really taste that good or if he’s so blinded by how much he loves you.

with a soft, tired smirk, chris presses one last slow kiss to your temple as you curl into him, your breathing finally slowing, deep and even.

“better?” he murmurs, already knowing the answer.

but he still listens to the sleepy little hum of agreement you offer in return, your body limp and satisfied against his as he pulls the covers higher over both of you, letting his own eyes drift shut once and for all.

“good girl,” he mutters, and within seconds, he’s asleep to the sound and feel of your gentle breaths against his neck and the satisfying knowledge that his girl is taken care of.

©sturnswiftie

#©sturnswiftie #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo blurb #chris sturniolo drabble #✧.*『chris hours』 dealer!chris #✧.*『chris hours』 crybaby!reader #✧.*『dealer!chris x crybaby!reader prompt』

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sturnswiftie · 3 months ago

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✧.* NEW BOTS!

✧.* you catch your neighbor with your panties... [based off this]

✧.* !crybaby user needs attention from !dealer chris... [based off this]

a/n. please let me know if either of these bots don't show up or work for any of you. i might have to tweak some stuff!

#✧.*binnie babbles #✧.*『bots』#✧.*『matt hours』#✧.*『chris hours』 dealer!chris #✧.*『chris hours』 crybaby!reader #dividers by thecutestgrotto

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sturnswiftie · 7 days ago

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as we know, dealer!chris isn't the most traditionally romantic guy, but he does want to make crybaby!reader happy. so even though he pretends to forget all about valentine's day and teases her for pouting about it because it's just that easy to get a reaction out of her, he decides to put her out of her misery when she's sulking for real and pull out her actual gift—a bunny. and it's just some stuffed animal he won from a claw machine (he spent about ten dollars in that "stupid fuckin' machine" when he'd spotted it because he wasn't leaving without it) and some of her favorite candy, so he's surprised when those big eyes of hers start welling with tears. he thinks she's upset at first and he's fucking nervous because did he really fuck up that bad? but then she's tearfully insisting that she's not upset; she's just so happy he actually did something for her. he definitely rolls his eyes ("y'got me all fuckin' worried kid.. c'mere") and has to shut up those tearful hiccups of hers with a few kisses.

#✧.*binnie babbles #✧.*『chris hours』 dealer!chris #✧.*『chris hours』 crybaby!reader #✧.*『dealer!chris x crybaby!reader prompt』

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sturnswiftie · 2 months ago

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!dealer chris meets !crybaby reader's parents for the first time...

chris stares at the back of your head through the bathroom mirror, watching as your fingers distracted your anxious mind by pulling on his tie for the fifth time now. you’ve been flitting around him in a panic for the last hour—the result of your parents springing the idea of meeting your boyfriend the week before—and while he’s let you get out all these jitters, he can’t help but crack a joke at this point.

“you, uh, thinkin’ ‘m gonna be able to breathe tonight or do i need to be careful about that too? ‘cos you’re doin’ a good job about it,” he teases with a lazy smirk tugging at his lips, watching as you glance up at him sharply. the fact that he’s so casual about tonight is driving you insane, but you take note of the way he lets you fuss over him—staying still when you flatten out nonexistent wrinkles and conceding to your demand of a “breath check”—and you wonder if maybe this means something more to him than he’d like to admit.

“chris, this is serious,” you huff with a frown, stepping back to give him a final once-over.

he looks good. too good. your eyes scan over his button-down shirt (with the sleeves rolled up just a little, because of course they were), dark jeans, clean sneakers. he looks like a boyfriend, a normal boyfriend. no sign of the guy leaning into old frat couches, pockets lined with clear baggies of whatever you need for a fix—within reason, of course.

but you still can’t shake the nerves.

“i am serious, baby.” chris leans back against the sink, arms crossed over his chest as he offers a casual shrug. “your parents are gonna love me,” he insists like it’s the most obvious fact in the world, like he’s telling you the sky is blue, and you feel that same panic from the entire week tugging at your chest.

“they won’t love you if you accidentally mention anything about your job,” you point out with a frown, reaching out for one of his arms to pull him upright again. you ignore the flash of amusement across his handsome features. “i want you to say you’re, like, a manager... for a warehouse. okay?” you breathe out, meeting his stare with expectant eyes.

the brunette blinks down at you. “that’s the best you could come up with?”

“chris,” you whine, your face crumpling with exasperation, but your boyfriend holds his hands up in surrender.

“alright, baby, geez,” he concedes, eyes slightly wide at your dramaticism. “warehouse manager. got it.”

your expression softens slightly once he agrees, but your nerves are nowhere near settled. this is the first time you’ve ever brought someone home to meet your parents—something you haven’t even revealed to chris yet—and the thought of it all makes you break out in a cold sweat. while the brunette is all smartass remarks and street smarts, your parents aren’t. and you really want them to like him.

your heart feels shallow in your chest as you grab your bag on the way out the door, chris’s hand on your lower spine only offering the smallest bit of solace. you wonder if he realizes just how much this means to you or how well you want it to go. you know he cares about you, but is he going to take this as seriously as you want him to? you wish you knew the answer.

as if sensing your anxiety, chris’s hand slides around to press his fingers into your hip and suddenly his mouth is right next to your ear as the two of you head out the door.

“relax, baby. i got this.”

dinner went well. great, actually.

chris slid into the “perfect boyfriend” role so effortlessly that you couldn’t help but be shocked to the core. he called your mom “ma’am,” complimented her cooking without a hint of sarcasm, and even offered to set the table.

and the worst part? he pulled it off like he wasn’t even trying.

“so, chris,” your dad had said after sipping his iced-tea. “you said you work in logistics?”

immediately, your attention had snapped to your boyfriend, eyes widening the slightest bit. it felt like this was the real test, like any second now they were going to see through this entire little act based off chris’s response. you could have hurled your dinner up right there on the table.

“yes, sir,” chris had replied, the title rolling off his tongue smoothly. “mostly warehouse management. lotta moving parts, y’know? keeping track of inventory, shipments... i like to stay organized.”

you almost choked on your water. despite the lie, the way he described his role reminded you a whole lot of how he is when it comes to dealing drugs, only now he was spinning it to be about spreadsheets and shipping schedules. when he glanced at you, there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes that reminded you of his earlier words: relax, baby. i got this.

“well, that’s impressive,” your dad admitted, nodding his head thoughtfully. “i’m sure it’s a lot of work.”

chris shrugged. “just part of the job, sir.”

you swore you could see him fighting a smirk as he dug into his food once again.

after dinner, chris had offered to help your mom clear the table, and you didn’t miss the way she had beamed at him.

“he’s so polite,” she’d whispered to you in the kitchen while handing you another dish to dry. “he seems very sweet, honey. i was surprised you brought home such a hit for the first time,” she admitted with a quiet laugh.

“mhm,” you murmured back, but your attention was elsewhere.

you couldn’t help but glance into the living room, teeth dug into your bottom lip as you watched chris listen intently to your dad go on and on about the football game on tv. you knew the brunette wasn’t really into sports like that, but he stood there anyway, looking genuinely interested in whatever it was your dad was saying. he’d even laughed at one of his lame jokes.

you shook your head to yourself, a small smile on your lips. he wasn’t just pretending; he was trying.

as you walk to the car with chris, his hands shoved into his pockets, you’re both quiet for a moment. you’re still a little stunned by his performance, truthfully, the events of the night still not quite catching up to you yet.

“you... you really pulled that off,” you finally say, unable to keep the surprise out of your voice. when you glance up at him, he’s grinning as he leans against the car, shrugging his shoulders.

“i told you they’d love me,” he reminds you, reaching out for one of your hands to draw you close enough that he can wrap his arms around your waist instead.

you roll your eyes, but you can’t keep the smile off your face. “they don’t love you,” you shoot back, “but they like you, which is kind of insane,” you admit, tilting your head up slightly to look at him better.

he shrugs, looking away, but his smirk softens into something more gentle, thoughtful. “good. i wanted ‘em too,” he says back, but it’s almost so quiet that you have to echo his words, your heart squeezing in your chest.

“you wanted them to?”

chris scoffs, rolling his eyes. “don’t get all soft on me, kid,” he warns. “i’m just sayin’ that if they mean somethin’ to you, then yeah... it means somethin’ to me.”

you stare at him for a few seconds, feeling completely awestruck. something strangely warm fills your chest, three words on the tip of your tongue like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, just waiting to make the jump. you’re looking at him so intensely, and though you haven’t actually said anything, it’s like chris knows exactly what you want to say without hearing it.

the feeling is so overwhelming that you do the only thing you can think of in the moment, which is to lean up and press your lips to his, the kiss warm and gentle with each movement. one of chris’s hands abandons your hips in favor of pressing his fingers into the soft curve of your jaw, his mouth soft but imploring, like he can barely hold himself back from you but he’s trying.

when the two of you finally pull away, you’re both breathing a bit heavier than before, and you wonder if he can hear the quick pace of your heart in your chest, or if he knows that your knees would probably buckle and bring you to the ground right then and there if he wasn’t holding you so tightly.

“thank you,” you mumble softly.

they’re not the words you want to say, and they don’t convey everything you’re feeling for him in the moment, but you relish in the sight of his red-tipped ears and the way his mouth curves up at the corner before he presses one final kiss to your nose and drives you home.

©sturnswiftie

black divider by @rookthornesartistry.

#©sturnswiftie #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo drabble #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo blurb #✧.*『chris hours』 dealer!chris #✧.*『chris hours』 crybaby!reader #✧.*『dealer!chris x crybaby!reader prompt』#dividers by strangergraphics

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sturnswiftie · 4 months ago

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turn that little red riding hood prompt into a story asap and i’ll give you the biggest hug on the planet.

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a/n. i didn't plan on writing an entire prompt for this, but here's a little something since i like hugs.

"chris... please." your voice comes out weak and breathy, your mind hazy from the intensity of the first orgasm your boyfriend had already given you. you can feel that same sensation building in your gut, tight and coiled, as the brunette holds you in place with two strong hands, refusing to let you squirm away despite the way your attempts have grown weaker with the exhaustion seeping into your obedient form.

when you'd teased chris about his costume, expressing your surprise that he'd let you dress him up like such a cute little wolf, you hadn't realized it'd hit such a nerve. but now, as you lay there with trembling thighs hooked over his shoulders and his face buried into your pussy, you're seriously reconsidering ever opening your mouth.

every brush of his mouth sends another jolt through you, teasing you past the edge of what you thought you could handle. you're keen on begging him at this point, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your fingers curl into the sheets beneath your arching spine, both desperate for it to end and aching for it to continue.

from between your thighs, chris watches with great satisfaction and amusement, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive, slick pussy when he departs for a moment. "s'wrong, little red?" he hums, eyebrows furrowing in mock concern. "thought y'weren't scared of the big bad wolf?"

you watch as your boyfriend's mouth curls into a smirk, but you can't form a response. he looks absolutely predatory taking in the sight of you, his full lips glistening with your arousal and his black face paint smeared from nosing up against your spent cunt.

all you can do is gasp with your head falling back when he digs his fingers into the place where your thighs meet your hips, unrelenting mouth chuckling darkly against your pussy as he relishes in every tremor and cry that leaves your pretty lips from yet another orgasm his mouth delivers.

#✧.*binnie babbles #✧.*『asks』#ღ anon #ღ 『★ anon』#✧.*『chris hours』 dealer!chris #✧.*『chris hours』 crybaby!reader #✧.*『dealer!chris x crybaby!reader prompt』

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sturnswiftie · 4 months ago

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call me dumb, but isn't the mask for the wolf scarier than the ghostface mask???

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you're not dumb!!

dealer!chris's version of the wolf is just some furry ears, gloves to wear over his hands, and some face paint that crybaby!reader convinced him to wear after he'd seen the little pout on her face when he'd initially insisted he wasn't "fuckin' painting any nose on." (it's worth it when he makes her wear a matching red lingerie set under her costume for when the wolf catches his little red riding hood at the end of the night <33)

#✧.*binnie babbles #✧.*『asks』#ღ anon #ღ 『★ anon』#✧.*『chris hours』 dealer!chris #✧.*『chris hours』 crybaby!reader

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sturnswiftie · 4 months ago

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oh btw, dealer!chris wants to go as ghost face with crybaby!reader as one of his victims ("baby, you'd look so fuckin' cute, yeah? y'already got the prettiest tears for the part") but she doesn't like the scary mask so instead they're going as little red riding hood and the wolf, which, chris finds equally as perfect for her in the end. <3

#✧.*binnie babbles #✧.*『chris hours』 dealer!chris #✧.*『chris hours』 crybaby!reader

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sturnswiftie · 4 months ago

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speaking about crybaby!reader can you do crybaby!reader and drug dealer!chris helping her calm down while having a panic attack..?

you knew that paper hadn't been your best work. anxiety had riddled your entire being the moment you hit submit, mostly fearful of the grade you'd end up with. you didn't even think of the fact that your professor might be disappointed—that he might confront you about it.

his downturned mouth and heavy tone flash through your scattered thoughts—i expect more from you—and though you manage to hold it together the entire time he's berating you, you're falling apart at the very seams by the time you make it back to chris's apartment.

you couldn't even make it to your boyfriend's bedroom, each step feeling incredibly heavy until you all but collapse onto the couch, sinking into the cushions with the hope that they might swallow you whole. the tears that had pooled in your eyes all the way back in your lecture hall spill over now in warm, silent streams. you stay just like that, your arms wrapped around your knees tucked in tight at your chest, until chris walks through the door.

he's shaking off the cold from the late october air when he takes in the sight of you, a shiver running down his spine that has nothing to do with the chill. his eyebrows draw together as he watches you cry silently on his couch, the only sound in the room being the soft hitch of your breath between quiet sobs that rack your frame. a beat passes as he processes your eerily panicked state before he's crossing the living room floor and bending down in front of you, confusion and worry etched into his features.

"hey.. hey, what's goin' on, petal?" his voice is steady, calm, but there's no mistaking the concern just underneath his question as he watches your gaze shift to him, only short, shallow breaths leaving your mouth. he can see the panic behind your pretty eyes, and the sight causes a painful pang in his chest as he takes your wrists into his hands, drawing them towards him.

"slow down, baby, s'okay, yeah?" he insists quietly, his voice dropping an octave in an attempt to calm you down, to ease that panic tainting your pretty features. "jus' gotta breathe with me, okay? nice and slow, just like this." he makes a show of breathing in deep, and then releasing it slowly, gaze locked on you and the way you try to mimic him. it takes a few minutes of repeating the process, but when he sees your chest begin to rise and fall in the same rhythm as his own, the tremble to your lower lip beginning to slow, a ghost of a smile tilts the corners of his mouth.

"there you go, sweetheart—just like that," he praises you softly, his right thumb rubbing soft circles into the inside of your wrist. he waits until you've blown out another slow exhale before he tries again, "y'wanna tell me what's goin' on now?" he asks, waiting patiently as you attempt to form an answer without your voice shaking. when you shake your head, he's about to insist that it's okay, that you can talk about it later, but then you're swallowing, and he waits a beat longer.

"my paper wasn't..." you trail off for a moment, your voice barely above a whisper. your red-rimmed eyes threaten more tears, but you manage to keep them at bay. "my professor said it wasn't good enough... that if i can't handle the course work, maybe i should switch majors." your voice cracks at the end, and chris watches as you inhale sharply to keep any more emotions from spilling out. his thumb presses a little more firmly into your wrist, feeling your heavy pulse as his mouth turns downwards.

"y'know that's bullshit, right?" he asks in a breathy scoff, something hot and sharp stinging his chest at the thought of anyone putting you down. "you're smarter than half the fuckin' people i know."

he watches as you face crumples with insecurity. "but what if—"

"nah, kid, don't start," he cuts you off immediately, shaking his head. "don't start with that shit. you're gonna pass that class with the best fuckin' grade in there, 'kay?" his blue eyes are firm as they remain locked on you, waiting until you nod your head slowly before he's relaxing slightly, mouth twitching into a small smirk.

"and, uh, if not... y'can always drop out and sell drugs with me." he grins when your whine turns into soft giggles, leaning in to press a soothing kiss to your wrist as he commits the image of you smiling to memory.

a/n. sorry this took a while, but i hope you enjoyed it. <3

#✧.*binnie babbles #✧.*『asks』#ღ hellokittychris #✧.*『chris hours』 dealer!chris #✧.*『chris hours』 crybaby!reader #✧.*『dealer!chris x crybaby!reader prompt』

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sturnswiftie · 4 months ago

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!crybaby reader knows exactly how to get !dealer chris's attention..

“kid’s gonna quit fuckin’ dodgin’ me tonight—’m rockin’ his shit if he doesn’t pay up.”

you listen vaguely as chris speaks, voice dripping with irritation, but your mind is drifting. usually you’re good at being attentive, especially when it comes to your boyfriend—he always teases you for hanging on his every word—but tonight you can’t focus. the brunette has his phone propped up in the car, your facetime call going on about twenty minutes now as he runs a few quick errands. his gaze only shifts to you every now and then, otherwise entirely focused on the road, but you don’t mind. your own distracted eyes are wandering anyway.

chris just looks so good. you try to reason with yourself that he always looks good, that you’re being ridiculous, but you know exactly what it is that keeps you so enthralled: his facial hair. he doesn’t let it grow out often and never to this extent, the mustache he’s suddenly been sporting the last week or so complimenting the stubble on his jaw in a way that has your thighs tightening with need to get rid of the little bit of tension between them.

on the other end of the line, chris continues, “then all i gotta do is drop this green off to some other asshole, and i’ll be home baby,” he assures you, gaze still focused on the road.

“yeah? that’s good,” you hum distantly, but while you hold your phone up with one hand, the other is already beginning to wander.

quiet fingers slide down your torso, slipping over the fabric of your silk slip and brushing over the core of your panties. the contact has your lips parting, a breathy sigh on the tip of your tongue, though you hold it in to remain discreet—or at least you think so. because unbeknownst to you, all it takes is one glance at the look on your face for chris to do a double take, his brow furrowed slightly.

“what are you doing?” his voice interrupts your daze just as your fingers are slipping into your panties and grazing over your clit, the deep, accusatory tone to his voice practically making you jump. your previously absent eyes are now alert as they snap back to his hard blue gaze, irritation and something unreadable lingering there; you know he’s caught you, but you try to maintain innocence anyway.

“n-nothing,” you stutter, but chris’s jaw flexes at your lie and you find yourself sinking further into the pillows behind you, a pout forming on your lips.

“’m sorry, i just—” you pause, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you once again look over the brunette’s newly grown facial hair, your thighs pressing together gently. “i jus’ really like when you don’t shave..” your voice trails off after the mumbled confession, but only because you’re finding it hard to maintain focus again now that you’ve brought attention to your problem. your hand still hasn’t left your panties, and although he’s already caught you, you have half a mind to keep going.

on the screen of your phone, chris glances down at you. “so you’re fuckin’ touchin’ y’self, huh?” he all but scoffs, shaking his head. he’s trying to keep his focus on the road, but you notice he’s sparing you a lot more attention than before. “couldn’t even wait ‘till i get home—just had to get a little attention now.” there’s a bite to his tone as he delivers the words, but you recognize the gentle sweep of his tongue over his lower lip, the way he seems to keep adjusting slightly in his seat as he talks to you now.

“you, uh—y’still goin’, petal?” he suddenly asks, and you find yourself looking at him in surprise, your lips parted to let out a soft exhale. you realize for the first time that while he’s been chastising you, your fingers have only lazily picked up some sort of rhythm again, and you moan softly in response, nodding your head as your teeth sink into the soft pink flesh of your lower lip.

chris groans at the noise emitted from your throat. “feels nice?” he asks you, but he barely lets you nod in response before he’s continuing, a small smirk working its way onto his face. “bet my mouth would feel better, yeah? wanna feel my face on your pussy, don’t ya’?” he rasps, and your fingers brush particularly well over your clit, slipping down your slick lips with a desperate whine leaving your mouth as you nod your head fervently.

“need it so bad, baby—please,” you whimper to him, and you listen as a sharp hiss leaves your boyfriend’s mouth.

“fuck,” chris curses under his breath, the camera suddenly jostling a bit as you watch the hand gripping the steering wheel begin to make a wide circle.

your eyes widen slightly, fingers pausing at the sudden movement on the other end of the call. “wh-what are you doing?” you stutter, brows knitting together lightly. “i thought you had orders to take care of.”

chris lets out a short, humorless laugh before looking down at you. “yeah? think ‘m gonna go make any orders with my shit achin’ in my fuckin’ jeans?” he scoffs, raising an eyebrow as you blush at his confession, your panties already uncomfortably sticky at this point and his words doing nothing to help.

“nah, i don’t think so. i think you can explain to ‘em why they didn’t get their shit tonight since you wanna be a fuckin’ tease,” he insists, but there’s a throbbing in your cunt at his mean tone, and you find yourself listening intently as the car picks up speed.

“and y’better be waitin’ and ready for me when i get home. don’t even think about pressing another pretty little finger into that pussy, baby—y’got a long fuckin’ night ahead of ya’.”

a/n. i've had this idea ever since i saw that picture of chris. kid was feeding !dealer chris content. (and i love that shit)

©sturnswiftie

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