#kiwi's love letter 💌

[mattslolita]

Chris fucking Bambi in the empty locker room after her volleyball game

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"o-oh, chris, don't stop, please..."

the rattling of the lockers in front of you both were loud enough for anyone to notice the current events taking place — but chris didn't care. the only thing consuming his brain was how your gummy walls squeezed his cock with every thrust, your back arched against the bench as he lands a smack to your ass.

"takin' me so good, angel, fuck," chris groans, speeding his pace, grip on your hips so tight it was sure to leave marks.

"m'close," you whine loudly, holding onto the lockers for support, "oh, right there..."

chris's breath fans the shell of your ear, his loud grunts going straight to your core as he nibbles on your earlobe — his hips snap forward, cock brushing against your cervix deliciously as he rams into you. at this point, you didn't even care if someone saw you both; the idea of someone watching turned you on, if anything.

his hand goes down to your dripping pussy, rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit as he continues his assault on on your pussy.

"g-gonna cum," you babble out, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"thas' it angel, cum f'me," chris growls, "fuck..."

you didn't need to be told twice — your orgasm washes over you, legs spasming as you cum around his cock, your liquids leaving a white substance on his mushroom tip. chris's eyes possessively narrow at where your bodies connect with each other, reveling in the fact that it was only him who got to make you feel this good.

"shit gonna fill you up, ma," chris moans, his thrusts getting sloppier, "ah, shit..."

his cock twitches inside of you, milky white essence spilling out inside of your velvety walls, painting them white. lewd moans spill from both of your lips, riding out your highs. chris pulls out of you, his cock falling limp against his stomach as you both catch your breath.

you turned around, smiling at him shyly as he removes a sticky braid from your face, swear coating your glowing features. "do they have paper towels in here?"

"mhm, they're right by the sink!" you tell him as he's pulling his pants back up, nodding.

he quickly leaves to wet some paper towels, and you hurriedly put your shirt back over yourself. when he comes back, he gently holds you in place as he dabs in between your legs with the paper towel. you giggled slightly as you watched him, running your fingers through his hair as he concentrates on cleaning you up.

"alright kid, put these back on so we can go," chris instructs you, holding your volleyball shorts up to you.

you give him a confused expression as you take the shorts, tilting your head slightly. "thanks baby but i'm, where are my underwear?"

a sly grin fixes it's way onto chris's lips as he fishes them out of his back pocket, dangling them in your face causing you to gasp and shake your head.

"you perv! you're buying me new ones."

"don't even have to ask, mama," chris smirks, running his hand along the stubble on his jaw, "now let's go, i got still got one more surprise for your first place."

[mattslolita]

the way i can take both at the same time

fawwwk they’re gonna get me in trouble

[peppermintmochafem]

ok that post about being tied up and gagged while watching a movie together... 😵‍💫😵‍💫 - 🥝

wouldn't it be so good to be controlled in that way? 🥺 to be tied up just because it would be entertaining for me or because it would be fun for me to see you like that. to be gagged so I can laugh at you drooling or because I know you have nothing intelligent to say and I shouldn't have to listen to your silly little thoughts. for any reason or for no reason, but always just because that is what I want

[chickenmetenders]

💝💕💘 [ FALL(ING)DOWN FOR YOU ] 💖💌💞

Happy White Day! To celebrate, here's a Valentine's/White Day-themed collaborative MAMIYA fanzine!!

Featuring lovey-dovey art & fic from 12 creators!

Read it digitally or print it out yourself!

⚠️ DDD spoilers

Get it here! ➡️ Google Drive (pdf)

Directions for printing/binding + contributor credits below!

PRINTING

This zine was designed for letter paper, but I think it should print fine on A4 (I haven't tested it, sorry). If it helps, each individual page is 5.5 in x 8.5 in (140 mm x 216 mm).

We're going to print using the Booklet setting, which requires Adobe Acrobat or Foxit to use. Both programs can be downloaded for free. (I'm using Acrobat for this tutorial, but Foxit works the same way)

To print:

Download the zine file to your computer and open it in Acrobat/Foxit.

Open up the print menu using ctrl+P or by finding the printer icon near the top of the window. The print menu looks like this:

3. Select your printer from the "Printer" menu, then select the "Booklet" option under Page Sizing and Handling, as shown in the image above. You can also check the box near the top of the window to "Print in grayscale (black and white)" like I'm doing, or leave it unchecked to print in color.

4. Select the "Print" button to print.

BINDING

Honestly, you can bind however you want! I chose something fancy this time (because I'm trying to show off for photos), but normally I go for something simpler. Here are some methods I've used to bind zines/booklets before:

Three-hole ribbon binding (this is the method I used here)

Stapling

Pamphlet binding/saddle stitching

Methods I haven't tried but would probably work fine:

Another three-hole ribbon binding method + ring binding

Perfect binding

Machine sewing

Regardless of which method you use, I always recommend pre-folding all the pages before doing any binding. I usually try to fold like 1-3 sheets at a time--enough pages that it doesn't take forever to fold all of them, but not too many pages because I want to ensure each sheet gets creased really well.

Watch out for page order, by the way, because these pages aren't numbered!!

Depending on how you've bound it, it should come out looking something like this. Isn't it so cute??

Feel free to contact me if you need help!

CONTRIBUTORS

Thank you to everyone who participated in this zine!

Gizzia (twitter @ GizziaAobara) Nana (instagram @ honeyqtea) Nikki Bane (twitter @ Ghosty_Bane) Kiwi (@kiwifie) WovenSnow Easter Cha (me) madhu (@bunycube) Rionne (twitter @ dawnspring45) Mio (twitter @ nifocide) Alle (@tindoiimu)

It was my first time organizing something like this, so I'm really glad it turned out so great!! You guys are all so talented and awesome and I love what we've made!!!!!!

[mattslolita]

i love making new friends ALLLLL the time, y'all don't be shy to talk to me🥰💌

psa. if we’re mutuals, we’re automatically friends. u don’t need to say things like “sorry to bother” or “sorry im annoying” bc ur not. ur my friend. u can come to me for anything. u need help? im here. wanna chat? hmu. just wanna gush abt your muse? go for it. we’re friends. ily.

[jungkxook]

welcome to a long list of tag games that people were kind enough to include me in but that i have fallen behind on and still want to do!! 

🌸5 little things which make me happy 🌸

1. seeing my family/friends having a good time/breaking out into laughter/big smiles 🥺

2. complimenting strangers just to see them smile (alternatively, when a stranger compliments me)

3. a really well-made iced coffee i can’t explain why but it makes my day instantly better hehe

4. writing!!!! (when my words can word)

5. collecting photocards aka little cardboard pieces of paper with grown men’s faces on it for some reason idk either 

💌: URL Playlist Tag 🎧

rules: make a playlist using the letters of your URL

j: jam & butterfly by dpr live u: u love u by blackbear n: never not by lauv  g: god’s menu by stray kids k: kiwi by harry styles x: xs by rina sawayama  o: o.n. by bts  o: one day at a time by ateez  k: kazino by bibi 

idk what the vibes are for this playlist skfnks 

💌: what are your best qualities?

you're fair, reliable and disciplined.

you know when you're listening to a song for possibly the thousandth time and just then, you notice a subtle bassline or a very soft repetitive tune tucked right underneath? and then every time you listen to it it seems to get louder and fuller until the song sounds like somewhat of a more defined, deeper version of what you already loved before? i think that's you. every time people look at you there's more to see, as if you're forever blossoming, developing, growing. you're safety yet you're exciting. you're steadfast yet ever-changing. you're a beautiful person and however calm or sad or unexciting you might feel, you're so easy to return to again and again because you're so difficult to forget. i hope you don't experience a feeling of being used for it, but rather treasured. it's hard to come by people with your heart.

which btscore are you?

ur koocore !! u remind me of chunky boots n leather jackets n goth boy jk !! u are probably always listening to music and thinking about the next tattoos and piercings that u want hehe 

which bts era are you?

black swan era

gifted kid burn out vibes, god tier aesthetic/style, you listen to classical music to study or just because you like it, but please for the love of god stop being so hard on yourself, those expectations that are placed on you come from people who will never be able to relate to you and never have to experience the things they demand of you, they do not define you, you chose who you want to be.

(minus the classical music, i did not ask to be called out like this)

what color is your writing? 📖

The warm brown of a cup of tea

Your writing is a comfort that your readers didn’t really know they were missing. It has a deeper meaning that may be missed by some of your readers but adored by the ones lucky enough to find it. Poetic language drips from your pages like honey, a sweet solace for every reader. Your words welcome all with open arms, encompassing them in a warm embrace that they simply melt into.

(idk if this is true but this was v cute omg)

i was tagged by the wonderful @ddaechwita​ @randombtsprincessa​ @suga-kookiemonster​ @yoonia​ @lurejoon​ for some of the above games!! thank you so much my sweets🥰

idk who to tag tho bc i’m so late on these asdkljaf but if by some chance anyone is seeing this who hasn’t done these and wants to do some (or all of them), feel free to say i tagged you in them heheh

[mattslolita]

omg please lets do this guys !!

⭐ 30 favourites asks

favourite…

1 - season?

2 - classic film?

3 - nostalgia-inducing possession?

4 - shade of green?

5 - gemstone?

6 - hour of the night?

7 - quote?

8 - type of dream?

9 - happy song?

10 - sad song?

11 - character from a book?

12 - creative medium?

13 - memory?

14 - aspect of a person’s face?

15 - decade before the 2020s?

16 - band?

17 - animated film/tv show?

18 - constellation?

19 - poem?

20 - album?

21 - ending in fictional media?

22 - shade of blue?

23 - part of being alive?

24 - holiday?

25 - kind of candy?

26 - person you know?

27 - musical movie?

28 - superhero?

29 - book longer than 500 pages?

30 - book shorter than 300 pages?

[mattslolita]

matt turning his stuffed animals away before he fucks you 🙈🙈🙈

he would sooooo do thus omfg....

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your lips clashes with matt's messily, as you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt — his body was pressed solidly against yours, clothed erection subtly grinding against your clothed pussy causing you to whine from the tension.

"need you, matt," you breath as you pull away from him slightly, biting down on his bottom lip.

matt's gaze on you turns lustful as he stares down at you, a smirk gracing his features as he lifts your shirt over your head hurriedly — suddenly his movements halt, and you watch him curiously as he takes his stuffed pug and turns his face the opposite way on his beside desk before he hovers back over you with a smirk.

"matt, the thing isn't real," you giggle, as his hands grip your hips whilst he slides your shorts down your body.

"can't let him see me fuck you senseless, baby," matt breathes, ridding himself of his own pants showcasing his fully erect cock in his boxers.

[mattslolita]

imagine matt waking up hard and he tries to fix it himself but he needs you so he wakes you up and fucks you

oh fuck this is so hot ??

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matt groans, his hand rubbing across his face as his eyes flutter sleepily — he looks down to where covers are over him, only to see his very visible erection poking at the cover; he's hard.

his head lazily turns to see your still sleeping figure, your body moving up and down with each breath you take. your ass is slightly poked out, since you were turned away from him. he groans lowly, his hand coming down to go into the covers as he grazes his boner just slightly.

"fuck..." he whimpers out lowly, eyes trained on the curve of your ass. he lets out another when you move slightly, your ass jiggling only slightly as you accidentally press it against his side.

his hands descend all the way inside of his boxers, pointer finger pressing against his tip teasingly as he bites his lip, eyes trained on your backside — his hand slowly moves up and down his shaft, his upper lip tugging at the bottom one to conceal his moans.

but it's not enough.

he needed you — he needed to feel you wrapped around his cock, letting him fuck you slowly. he leans over to you, letting your body warmth encompass him as he hovers over your ear, a needy moan leaving his lips.

"baby..." he breathes out, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in your sleep, "baby wake up, please..."

"mm, matt..." you mumble, shifting around as you unknowingly graze your ass against his boner, causing him to hiss.

you can hear the hiss in your sleep, causing your eyelashes to flutter slightly before you slowly open your eyes, lifting your head up as you register the way matt's grinding himself into your backside.

"matt wha- what's wrong?" you ask him, as he lets another low whine, bucking his hips into your ass.

"need you, please..." he whimpers, and you gasp softly as his teeth graze your skin on your neck, "let me fuck you, please baby..."

"matt...m'still tired," you sigh, laying your head back down.

"i'll do all the work princess, y'can jus' lay here, yeah?" matt begs, pressing his growing bulge into you once more, "please baby..."

and how could you deny him? his neediness for you turned you on, and you found yourself slipping out of your panties for him — matt takes this as the initiative to stroke his painfully erect cock, spreading the precum across his tip as he aligns himself with your pussy.

his tip slides in between your thighs, inching himself inside of your now wet cunt. moans escape both you and matt's lips as he bottoms out, gripping your thigh as his nails dig into the soft flesh.

"fuckkk..." matt groans lowly, throwing his head back as he pulls out halfway, before his hips snap back into your ass, "so tight f'me, baby."

"matt," you moan, backing your ass into him to match his pace, "feels s'good..."

"love bein' in this pussy, fuck," matt moans, his hips snapping into your ass as his cock brushes against your cervix, "needed you s'bad..."

the slapping of skin sounds throughout the room, as matt continues to lazily pump his cock in and out of you — you grip onto the sheets beside of you, biting your lip to suppress your moans as matt leaves kisses along your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and leaving a purple mark in its wake.

"gosh, m'so close angel," matt moans in your ear, nibbling on your skin as his hips snap into yours, "gonna fill you up..."

"please, matt," you whine, throwing your head back against the pillow as his cock hits your gummy walls, "f-fill me up..."

matt's cock twitches inside of you, which told you he was close to letting go — your velvety walls squeezed his cock, as he continues to thrust into you slowly. with a loud moan of your name, matt releases inside of you, painting your walls white. it didn't take too long for you to cum after, your liquids mixing together as your legs shook whilst you moaned loudly after matt.

he rides out your highs, slowly pulling his cock out of you as it falls limp against his stomach — you're both breathing heavily, as matt rubs your back comfortingly, planting a kiss on the base of your shoulder.

"y'okay, love?" matt asks you, and you hum in response.

"what a way to wake me up," you joke, a giggle leaving your lips as you tiredly rub your eyes and turn to face matt, a smile on your face, "is your problem taken care of, now?"

matt smacks his teeth together, rolling his eyes at you as you giggle and press a quick kiss to his lips. "c'mon let's clean up, i'm making pancakes."

[mattslolita]

if you support trump gon ahead & quietly unfollow me right now. don't come in my inbox with the dumb shit, just unfollow me.

[mattslolita]

dilf!chris 😩😩😩😩😩

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚ Daddy’s Home ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .˚

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♫ Hey Daddy (Daddy’s Home) • Usher

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♡ Dad/Dilf!Chris x Mom!Reader

♡ Warnings : smut, unprotected pnv (be careful y’all), hair pulling, pet names (daddy, baby, ma, babe, whore), breeding, degrading, praising, slight spanking, dirty talk?, almost getting caught, aftercare, fluff, I think that’s all?

♡ Wc : 2449

♡ A/N : we all love Dad/Dilf!Matt but like what about Dad/Dilf!Chris? Both men can give me their babies and I would be happy for the rest of my life. Sorry if this is absolute shittt <3

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Chris was coming home today. Having spent the last few weeks in Boston with his brothers to visit family, leaving you with your five year old daughter Amelia.

You were excited to say the least, and so was the hyper ball of energy who ran around outback with her toys. Having to call Chris every night or every other night to talk was just pure torture, for both you and your daughter. You could tell she missed her daddy dearly, having not really spent so much time away from him.

You smiled as you watched her from the chair you sat on, on the patio. Soaking in the sun as she played on the playground Chris had built for her. “Be careful sweetie!” You called out, watching her small body roughly run across the playground, growing concerned about her hurting herself.

“Okie mommy!” She cheerfully said back, slowing her pace a little as he slid down the slide, repeating the actions. You just shook your head, your heart swelling as you watched how carefree she was.

Just then, you heard a car pull into the drive way, your head snapping toward the fence as you see a figure get out of the car. You smiled widely, knowing exactly who it was. “Amelia, baby. Come here!” You said excitedly, your daughter running to you quickly.

Grabbing her hand you lead her inside, closing the back door behind you as you stood there, now facing the garage door. Your nerves were set on fire, the butterflies growing increasingly in your stomach. Even after all this time with Chris, he never failed to make you nervous.

The door leading into the house opened quickly, Chris walking in with his bags, a huge smile plastered on his face as he spotted his two favorite girls. “Daddy!” Amelia squealed, letting go of your hand to run towards Chris. His arms opening invitingly as he picked her up, spinning her around.

“There’s my favorite girl! How’s my lil bug doin’?” He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to her temple, hugging her tightly. You stood there, watching the way he held her against him, and you smiled as you crossed your arms.

His eyes flicked up, meeting yours as he continued to hold Amelia. You smiled giddily, blush rising to your cheeks as you walked over to them. He smiled in return, putting your daughter down slowly as he bent back up, wrapping his arms around you.

“And here’s my other favorite girl.” he whispered, head lowering to press a kiss to your lips which you happily reciprocated. You melted, arms coming to wrap around his neck as he pulled you closer to him. One you pulled away, you sighed contently, resting your forehead against his. “How’re you doin’ ma?” He asked, his breath tickling your face.

You hummed, “I’m doing better now that you’re home. Missed you so much baby.” You whispered, arms tightening around him more. He returned the act, holding you tighter. “I missed you too.”

“Bleh, that’s gross!” You heard your daughter say from beside you guys, a laugh bubbling out of yours and Chris’ throats. You pulled away, Chris turning his attention to your daughter.

“Mommy and daddy just love each other very much, lil bug.” He said to her. “And I love you even more!” He says as he ran towards her. She squealed, turning and running in the opposite direction as he chased her.

You shook your head, chuckling to yourself as you watched Chris chase her. Picking up his bags he left, you carried them to your bedroom, setting them near the closet for him to deal with later.

-

Dinner was all made, Amelia’s bath was all done and now Chris was tucking her into bed for the night. You could hear the soft giggles of her voice echo down the hall as Chris read her a story and was being his goofy self.

You laid there, night shorts and tank top on your body as the warm covers engulfed you. You could hear Chris close your daughter’s door softly, his feet padding down the hallway coming closer to your room.

The door creaked open softly, his large frame walking through the door way in nothing but his black sweatpants, shirt nowhere to be seen. You’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t turn you on, because it did. You were so touch starved for your husband, those few weeks making it feel like years since you last saw him.

He closed the door behind him, locking it swiftly before he made his way to the bed. Climbing in, he scooted closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back flush against his chest.

“I missed you so much ma.” He whispered, his breath hot against your ear as you felt his nose trace the side of your face. You’d shuttered, a smile spreading across your lips. “I missed you so much too — missed having you here with me.” You say, humming softly as his mouth found your neck, peppering it with small kisses.

“Yeah?” He hummed, teeth starting to nip at your skin softly. “Missed having you pressed against me — it was torture not being able to touch you for so long.” He groaned out, his hips pushing forward against your ass. You gasped, your own hips voluntarily pushing back into his.

“Show me how much you missed me.” You whispered. After those words left your mouth, he turned you over, his body hovering over yours as he dipped down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

You moaned against his mouth, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as your thighs squeezed together, searching for more friction as you felt your panties grow damp. He nipped your bottom lip, causing a gasp to escape as he slid his tongue in, exploring your mouth as you easily submitted to his movements.

As he continued his assault on your mouth, his hands roamed down, gripping the edge of your tank top and tugging it up your body. Disconnecting your lips briefly so he could pull the fabric over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room as his lips came back down, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone this time.

Chris kissed between your breasts, making his way to your right one and taking the hardened nub between his lips. He sucked harshly as his hand came to twist your left bud between his fingertips. You moaned, back arching into his touch as pleasure pricked your skin.

He pulled away slightly, hooded eyes looking up into yours. “You need to be quiet ma, can’t have everyone knowing what we’re doin’ hm?” He mumbled as he directed his mouth to your left bud now, lips wrapping around it as his hand tweaked your right one. You nodded desperately in understanding, panting harshly at his ministrations.

He pulled away, lips now kissing down your stomach to the waistband of your shorts as he looked back up at you. Smirking he grabbed them, starting to tug them down. “Lift your hips baby.” He said, and you obliged. Lifting your hips for him to slide your shorts and panties off in one swift motion.

Once your clothing were discarded he leaned down, pressing a few soft kisses to your inner thighs before pulling away, making you whine impatiently. “Shh ma — so impatient.” He spoke out, his frame crawling off the bed momentarily as he shuffled his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. Once his clothes were fully discarded, he climbed back on top of you, smirking as he grabbed your shoulder and flipped you over.

He grabbed your hips, pulling them high in the air as a hand pushed on your lower back, causing you to arch impossibly. He groaned at the sight in front of him, “god you’re so beautiful baby.” He said breathlessly, a hand coming down to swipe through your wet folds, eliciting a moan from you, your hips pushing into his hand.

“Ah — such a desperate little whore. Did you miss my cock baby, hm?” He asked, his hand pulling away, grip tightening on your waist. “S-so much, missed your cock so much.” You whined out. He just chuckled, his hand gripping his cock and stroking a few times before he lined up to your entrance.

Your hips swayed slightly, feeling his tip push against your entrance. His hips snapped forward without warning, a loud moan reverberating through your chest, eyes rolling back. Chris’ hand grabbed your hair, tugging it out of the pillow you had subconsciously pushed your face in. He tugged your head up, his other hand coming forward to shove two of his fingers into your mouth.

“I said to be quiet yeah? Such a fucking whore.” He gritted through his teeth as his hips continued to snap relentlessly into your own. “M’sorry daddy!” You whined out, the words muffled around his fingers. Your hands gripping the sheets below you.

“Mhm I bet you are. I bet you’re loving this hm?” He said, angling his hips to push deeper into you. “Missed my cock so much that you just have to let everyone know.” He groaned as he felt you clench around him.

You just whined, his hand letting go of your hair and fingers leaving your mouth. Causing your body to drop against the mattress, face burying back into the pillow. His hands found purchase on your hips again, slamming into you roughly. You suddenly felt a sting on your ass, Chris’ hand coming down to land a hard smack against it. You whimpered, walls clenching around him again.

“Ah — fuck! B-baby.” You moaned, your hips now pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Doin’ so good ma, takin’ me so well.” He whispered, landing another smack onto your reddening ass, causing you to whine once more.

Incoherent babbles left your lips as Chris’ hips picked up the pace, angling just right to hit that spot deep inside you that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your walls clenched around him once more, his body leaning forward to plaster his chest against your back.

“You gettin’ close baby? Gonna cum and make a mess on my dick. Go head’ make a mess f’me.” He moaned, teeth nipping your shoulder as you nodded, body shaking.

You felt your insides grow tight, the knot in your stomach pulled until it finally snapped. Your body convulsed, coming around Chris’ dick as his hand came around to rub your swollen clit. He growled at the feeling, helping you through your high as high pitched moans left your lips, sounding like music to his ears.

He lifted his chest back up, gripping your hips tightly once more as he began to chase his own high. “m’gonna cum in this pussy, give you another baby yeah?” He growled as he plowed into you, and you nodded, your body tilting on the edge of overstimulation.

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, groaning as he released thick ropes of his cum, painting your walls white. You moaned at the feeling, pushing your hips into him as you felt so full.

You guys stayed like that for a moment, regaining your composure until you felt him slowly begin to slip out of you. You hissed, already feeling empty now that he wasn’t inside you. Your body collapsed against the bed, the feeling of his cum and your juices dripping down your thighs.

Chris laid next to you, panting softly as he turned you toward him, pulling you into his sweaty chest. “You okay love? You with me?” He asked softly, pressing light kisses to your head. You hummed, burying your face into his chest.

“Baby?” He asked once more, and this time you lifted your head. Your hooded eyes looking into his own as you nodded. “M’okay, I’m with you. That was — amazing.” You said breathlessly, your own breath coming out in soft pants. He smiled down at you, pecking your lips. “Wasn’t too rough?” He asked and you just shook your head.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. Your body immediately shooting up, eyes wide darting to Chris’. You scrambled for the blanket, covering your body as Chris slipped out of bed, grabbing his clothes and slipping them back on as he made his way to the door.

You watched as he opened it, your room too dark for anyone to notice you may have been awake. “Daddy?” Your daughter whispered out, a hint of sadness layered in her voice.

“Hey bug, what’s wrong sweetie?” Chris asked, kneeling down in front of her and pulling her into a hug. “M-mommy sounded hurt… is she okay?” She sniffled softly, and your faced heated. Chris nodded his head, scooping Amelia up into his arms and carried her down the hall. You could hear his faint voice.

“Mommy is okay bug, she was just having a nightmare. She’s okay, I promise.” He whispered. “Pinky promise?” Amelia’s muffled voice asked. Chris’ own voice replying in return, “pinky promise.”

After ten minutes or so, Chris came back. Closing the door once more behind him as he climbed into bed next to your naked body. He smirked as he pulled you to him, “you and that mouth sure know how to make someone worry.” He chuckled mockingly.

You smacked his arm lightly, “it was your fault!” You whisper-shouted to him, but laughed in return. “Mhm, you loved it.” He retaliated, pressing a kiss to your lips. And he was right, you did love it. But, now your child might just be scarred for the rest of her life.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “you know I did, now help me clean up please?” You asked, and he nodded, slipping away into the bathroom connected to your room. Hearing the water run then shut off, he came back out with a warm rag.

He walks back over to you, slowly turning you over as he takes the rag to your inner thighs, wiping softly. He made his way up your thighs, finally reaching your core as he wiped gently there too. You hissed softly at the feeling, but were grateful for his help.

Once he was done, he threw the rag into the laundry basket, grabbing a shirt of his on the way back to you once more. He helped you sit up, slipping his shirt over your head and then climbing back into bed with you. You snuggled into his chest, bodies tangled with one another as you both drifted peacefully to sleep.

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♡ A/N : this is absolute shit, sorry y’all. I’ll add the word count later…I need to get better at my smut cause I feel like this was rushed LOL.

[mattslolita]

꒰ dealer!chris sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

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꒰ SFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have met bambi at some house party — you was a friend of matt's, so he was only somewhat aware of your existence; real sweet and innocent, you don't know the first thing about any drugs. you're in the bathroom trying to escape the noisy atmosphere around yourself, when chris stumbles in on you, a joint hanging lazily at the edge of his lips.

"woah, can you knock next time?!"

"m'sorry didn't know anyone was in here...hey what you doin' in here, anyway? s'your friends at?"

"matt's downstairs talking to some girl, i don't know-"

"matt? you know my brother? wait, aht, i got it, know who you are, now...y'eyes, got like a uh, bambi thing goin' on, y'know? gonna call you bambi, yeah?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ never let bambi touch any drugs — he's dead set on making sure you prolong the innocence about you in that aspect.

"not even one hit? c'mon chris-"

"y'know the rules bambi, s'don't even try it. y'not takin' no hits of shit."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ chris keeps pink rolling papers, because bambi likes the color and it reminds him of your pink ribbons you wear in your ponytails.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a specific playlist for when he takes bambi on deals with him — he's got dominic fike and marina playing throughout the car as you hum contently.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a glove compartment full of lollies and other sweets for when you're on deals with him. the sight of bambi's lips carelessly wrapped around a cherry lolly has his mind whirling.

"got any suckers for me today?"

"y'know where to find em', doll."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ spoil bambi all the time — he's buying you clothes, perfumes, and any little thing that reminds him of you.

"this top is cute, but i don't-"

"yeah, put it in the basket."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ not have a label on your relationship — bambi's a little naive and thinks might call you his, but he's not trying to label what you have going on any time soon.

"yo, isn't she your girlfriend? she's always with you."

"girlfriend? s'not my girlfriend, nah...she's my girl though, y'get me? not datin' or no shit, jus' my girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always have bambi sat on his lap at parties — his hand drums in the innermost flesh of your thigh as he massages you, whilst the other hand diligently distributes to the awaiting palms of people.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ mad dog the fuck out of anyone who looks at bambi the wrong way — especially when you takes you on deals, he's seething with anger when a customer gets particularly too close to you.

"nice to see you, sweetheart, hopin' i'll see you more-"

"get the fuck away from her man, or i'm knockin' ya ass out where you stand."

"chris, seriously?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ send bambi random fit checks + snaps to keep you updated when you aren't with each other. likewise, he makes you send the same back so he can keep track of where you are when he's not with you.

"new shirt, you like it?"

"it looks so good on you, baby!" ( he'd never admit baby drives him wild. )

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be affectionate to bambi in the most random ways — he's either got his arm slung around her, massaging her shoulder or he's got your legs resting atop of his own, massaging those whilst you scroll on your phone.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always be kissing on bambi — forehead, cheek, arms, legs, anywhere he sees fit, really.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ make bambi wear his clothes when you stay the night at his place — he'll never admit that he loves the idea of having you in them, yet he can't resist the urge to smile when you're giggling sweetly about wearing them.

"i love this jersey! can i keep it baby, please?"

"y'know what, go head' sweetheart. looks good on you..."

꒰ NSFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be extremely possessive in bed, especially if you're batting your eyelashes a little too much at a customer.

"he could never fuck you like this doll, could he?"

"f-fuck, no chris..."

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? tell me who you fuckin' belong to."

"y-you, yours, fuck!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love love love to give bambi backshots — you're at a party and he's horny? he's taking you upstairs to the bathroom, bending you over the sink.

"such a good fuckin' girl, takin' my cock like this..."

"look at yourself in the mirror while i fuck you, sweet girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ finger bambi in the passenger seat if you're getting too whiny and can't wait.

"please chris, need to feel you inside me..."

"so fuckin' impatient bambi, jus' can't wait? s'all you get, my fingers...make a mess on em' c'mon angel..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ definitely have a breeding kink — though, he knows damn well the idea of bambi getting pregnant scares him, so he keeps you with birth control.

"fuck, such a tight pussy...gon' make you a mama, yeah? wan' have my babies don't you, ma?"

"gonna look so pretty carryin' our fuckin' kids, fuck..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love high sex with you — he's lazily thrusting up into you while you ride him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, or

"ridin' me so well ma, look so pretty on top of me like this..."

✦ his lidded eyes watch in anticipation as you're down below on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes while you suck him off.

"gah, shit mama, makin' me feel so good...keep fuckin' goin' thas my good girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ would love doggy — when you wear those short shorts around him, all he can think about is having your ass up in the air while he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

✦ love missionary, too — it's a more intimate position, but he can't help wanting to see your fucked out expression while he's deep inside you, watching your ever changing expression while you feel him deep inside of you.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be a little bad at aftercare at first, but he's slowly getting the hang of it the more time he spends with you — he's cleaning you up and massaging you after you guys finish, and ordering food for the both of you whilst he smokes a joint for himself.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

dealer!chris are my roots guys, i'm gonna start writing for him again. dealer!chris & bambi!reader are my literal babies & i hope you guys enjoy them! 💌

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives @cottoncandyswisherz

[mattslolita]

Imagine Bambi thinking she’s only good for sex so when she’s on her period she distances herself from Chris and he’s like lowkey hurt🥲

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chris felt uneasy with how many hours that passed without having talked to you — even when you guys weren't together, you'd still make an effort to always be texting or calling each other no matter what.

but the entire day, you hadn't called or spoken to him, which worried chris alot — he assumed maybe he had done something to where you decided to not speak to him for the entire day, but he couldn't figure out any reason why you would be upset with him.

instead of waiting any longer for a call or text from you, chris decided to take matters into his own hands and hop in his car, immediately driving to your apartment. he shot you a quick text to let you know he was pulling up and five minutes before, you unlocked the door for him and went back in the solitude of your bedroom.

chris is quick to walk inside, closing and locking the front door behind him as he rushes to your bedroom — when he gets closer, small sniffles and sobs are spilling from your lips, causing his eyebrows to furrow. he pushed the bedroom door open, taking immediate notice to the closed blinds and multitude of tissues that were discarded on your bedside desk. you were curled in a tight ball, clutching your stomach as your body wracked with sobs.

chris wastes no time in climbing into the bed from the other side, so that he could see your face — it was twisted in agony, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and clouding your bambi eyes. his heart feels heavy at the sight of seeing you in pain.

"sweetheart?" he says softly, eyebrows furrowed as he tucks a few braids behind your ear to see your face more clearly. "s'wrong?"

a small cry leaves your lips, as you attempt to shield yourself with your arm covering you — chris frowns at this, the bed dipping beside you as he gently sits down. he carefully lifts you up, putting all of your body weight onto his own body. he doesn't speak for a while, only listening to your soft cries whilst running his hands through your braids and rubbing your back comfortingly.

"please, tell me what's wrong," chris whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "y'know i won't judge you, bambi."

"hurts so bad," you sniffle, shaking your head as you clutch onto his shirt for support, "you don't wanna be with me..."

"what?" chris asks, looking down at you, removing hair out of your eyes. your blearly expression stares back at him. "why would you ever say that?"

"well..." you sniffled, reaching to grab a new tissue. chris notices and gets the tissue for you, holding it out to you, "guys don't wanna be girls when they're menstruating. they can't have sex with us, and they think we're icky."

chris couldn't believe his ears — you'd been ignoring him all day because you had gotten your period and you thought he didn't want to be near you because you couldn't have sex? it hurt him to a certain degree to think that you would ever feel like he wouldn't want anything to do with you because of a natural part of life — but he knew you must've thought that way for a reason, so he lets out a sigh instead.

"hey kid, look at me," chris tells you softly, lifting your chin so that you were facing him, "i would never drop you because of something you can't control. whoever made you feel shitty because of it, i swear to fuck i'd kick their ass. i don't care if we can't have sex — i want to be around you all the time, 'kay? i swear."

"you promise?" you asked him, sniffling again as you cuddle up closer to him.

"i promise you," chris tells you, pressing light kisses against your forehead, "now what do you need? i can order food and get some pads and shit from cvs."

[mattslolita]

Chris taking Bambi’s virginity

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"oh, chris..."

the feel of his soft, hot lips trail from your collarbone to your neck in a heated rush as you fisted your fingers through his curls — the dim lights carried throughout the room, whilst jhene aiko played softly in the background.

all night you had been thinking of taking things further with chris — he never pressured you or made you feel like you had to have sex with him, but you were sure he was the one you wanted to take your virginity finally. you trusted him fully, and you decided tonight was finally the night.

chris's lips are off your neck momentarily, gazing up at your flustered state whilst you look at him with pure lust in your eyes. "i want to do it, chris."

"do it? do what, ma?" chris asks you, hands massaging your hips as he looks up at you.

"i want to have sex with you."

chris's eyes widen momentarily, before he softens his expression and caresses your face in his hand. you lean into his touch, planting a quick kiss on his palm before you look back up at him. "are you sure you're ready?"

"i swear i am," you confirm, biting your lip as you give him a sultry gaze, "i bought something for you."

chris is confused at first when you stand up from the bed, slowly unraveling the robe you'd been wearing all night — the satin material falls off of you, revealing an orange lingerie set underneath. chris could feel himself grow hard at the sight of your plush brown skin all on display, just for him. you smile shyly under his now predatory gaze, loving the affect you seemed to have on him.

"fuck, angel," chris hisses, as you begin walking towards him slowly. you sit on his lap, throwing one leg over his lap as you straddle him, connecting your arms behind his head. "been waitin' for this for forever."

chris slowly leans in, connecting your lips fervently as he holds your neck with one hand, tilting your head to have better access to your mouth — your tongues fight for dominance, but you ultimately let chris explore your mouth as you indulge in him.

both of his arms then go down to your waist then to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze causing you to gasp slightly — he grins into the kiss triumphantly, before picking you up by your hips. he turns you so that you're back softly collides with the bed as he lays you down.

he hovers over you, licking his lips hungrily as he admires the way your body looks in the dim light. "can i take this off, ma?"

you nod in confirmation, but his eyes narrow at you as his fingers toy with the top half of your lingerie set. "need to hear those words."

"yes," you say breathlessly, nodding again as chris's lips are back on your neck.

he sucks deep, purple marks on your skin as he slowly lifts the top half over your head, revealing your perky breasts. he licks his lips as he looks at you before he goes to slowly take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud whilst the other hand toys with your other sensitive bud.

"fuck..." you whine out, arching your back ever so slightly as he continues sucking at the bud, his eyes on you gauging your reactions, "please, wan' you inside me already..."

"patience, angel," chris murmurs, coming up to plant another sweet kiss to your lips, "gonna make you feel so good..."

chris lifts his shirt up and throws it somewhere to the side of the room, then he undresses his bottom half — your mouth salivates at his hardened cock that strains against his boxers, a wet patch already formed on them. you slowly tugs the bottom half of your lingerie down, now fully naked.

when his boxers come off, your eyes widen at his size — course, you've seen his dick when you've sucked him off, but you were still nervous to know that he was that big, and he'd soon be inside of you.

chris gives his cock slow strokes, throwing his head back lazily as he does so. he looks down at you, eyebrows raised slightly as he hovers back over you again.

"gonna stretch you out a little first, that okay?" chris asks you, causing you to bite your lip.

"s'okay," you nod, watching as one of chris's hand slowly descend down to your awaiting core.

he kisses you slowly, whilst his digits gather your slick from your wet cunt — gently, he inserts one digit into you, causing you to gasp and arch your back slightly when he begins to slowly move it in and out of you. he watches in awe at the way your expression morphs into one of pleasure, your nails scratching into his back lightly.

"o-oh, my gosh...chris," you whine softly, beginning to grind slowly against his fingers.

"yeah, thas' it mama," chris murmurs into your ear, trailing kisses down your collarbone. his fingers continue plunging in and out of you, his pace fastening as your wet cunt starts to clench around him, "doin' so good f'me. so fuckin' gorgeous, ma..."

chris's praises go straight to your core, as your walls clench around his fingers — a familiar knot begins to build in your stomach, noting how close you were to your orgasm.

"can feel you clenchin' around me," chris purrs, leaving a trail of kisses along your breasts as his thumb traces circles around your clit, "wan' you to let go f'me, baby. come on."

"fuck, m'gosh..." you moan, back arched higher off the bed, the band in your stomach threatening to break, "c-cummin'..."

your orgasm washes over you, multiples moans of chris's names falling off of your lips like a mantra — he watches you in awe, coaxing you as he helps you to ride out your first orgasm of the night.

"did so good, baby," chris praises you, gently taking his fingers out of you. he holds them up, licking them clean as he stares down at, licking his lips. "think ya ready for me?"

your heavy pants finally start to slow as your eyes trail back down to where chris's mushroom tip is angry red, tip leaking full of pre-cum. "i'm ready."

chris smiles down at you gently, connecting your lips in a short, sweet kiss — he aligns himself with your entrance, his cock brushing against your still soaked core ever so slightly. slowly, chris begins to push the head of his cock into your awaiting pussy.

"slower!" you softly hiss almost immediately, gently pushing at his chest.

chris's head is quick to shoot up to you, eyebrows furrowed as he obeys your command, pushing himself inside at an even slower pace. "slower, got it. try an' relax f'me angel, kay? doin' so well f'me already..."

he intertwines his hand with your own, planting a kiss as he pushes himself deeper inside — the stretch burns, causing tears to prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to adjust to his size. you let out an uncomfortable whimper, causing chris to plant a kiss to your cheeks, momentarily taking his hand off of yours to brush back your braids that frame your face, then his fingers intertwine with yours once more.

"s-so good, angel," chris grunts, as he fully bottoms out inside of you, "took me so well."

"so big, chris," you whine again, pulling him impossibly closer to you, "i-m- can you start movin', now? slowly, please."

"wan me to move now?" chris asks you, and you mutter a yes.

chris slowly takes cock out of you, causing you to whine softly as you had already missed the feeling of him inside — but just as quickly as he pulled out, he gently rammed his cock back into your pussy, eliciting a loud whimper from you, your back arching.

"o-oh my gosh!" you moan out, chris watching your face contort, "again!"

this time when chris pushes his cock back into you, the uncomfortable pain morphs into pleasure as you feel yourself feeling so full. moans slip from both of your mouths as chris starts to thrust into you at a slow pace, your nails sure to create red marks on his back when you finished. chris's cock drums into your gummy walls with ease now, nothing but squelching noises and the soft slapping of skin sounding throughout the room as a result of the intimate actions you were partaking in.

"fuck ma, could be inside ya forever," chris grunts in your ear, as he nibbled on your supple skin, "so, so good, fuck..."

"tell me how good it feels, baby," chris demands, his thrusts speeding up, driving his cock deeper inside of you, "come on, how's it feel?"

"fuck- it feels- fuck! so good, baby," you moaned, back arched high off the bed as you relish in the feeling of chris's cock inside of you.

"thas' it, thas' my girl," chris coos, driving his cock into that sweet spot deep within you, "gonna cum soon if ya keep clenching me like that."

"please, faster," you whine, "need-"

chris suddenly hits that spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head — a loud moan sounds throughout the room, the headboard creaking as chris thrusts his cock inside of you at a now animalistic pace. he looks down at you darkly, possession and lust clouding his eyes as he watch you take all of him.

"good fuckin' girl," chris groans darkly, his hand going down to rub circles on your clit.

"chrisss..." you moan loudly, your hips thrusting upward to match his pace. the double pleasure from his fingers on your clit has your mind reeling, letting lewd noises fall from your lips left and right, "m'so close again!"

"close again?" chris repeats, drilling his cock into you faster, speeding up the circles on your clit, "come on angel, give it t'me..."

"fuck, fuck, fuck..."

a pornographic moan of chris's name continues to slip past your lips as you coat his cock with your arousal — he continues ramming into you, helping you through your orgasm as he come down from your high.

"shit ma, gonna cum," chris moans, leaving kisses along your jawline as he speeds his space, "where you wan' it?"

"inside," you practically beg him, your aching core feeling overstimulated from the way chris was still pounding into you.

chris's cock twitches inside of you, his hips sputtering as a gutteral moan leaves his lips — his seed spills out inside of your pussy, painting your gummy walls a creamy white as he helps himself through his orgasm.

with one final thrust, he pulls out and falls down beside of you. both of you are breathing heavily, and you could feel your heart racing a mile a minute as you slowly turn to look over at chris.

wordlessly, he gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom. when he comes back, he's holding a wet towel in his hand as he makes his way back over to you. a shy smile forms on your face when he motions to your legs, and you nod wordlessly as he comes in between them, gently running the cloth towel over your plush brown skin.

however, chris's eyes are glued to your core, still leaking with his arousal, causing his mouth to salivate. he grins up at you, pulling you closer by your thighs. "can i have a taste, ma?"

[mattslolita]

too cute omfg 🤎

oh you fancy, huh?

chris sturniolo x black!fem!reader

summary: chris pretty much has a thing for seeing you all dolled up for a just a day of spoiling you. he loves spending his money on you all the time and seeing your reaction when he randomly takes you out to get your nails done and go shopping.

warnings: suggestive jokes, cursing, fluffy, NOT PROOFREAD

(A/N: i am somewhat proud of this but also not at the same time. i literally wrote this because apparently it was an idea i recently had. idk.)

“come on ma, you’ve been in that bathroom for an hour already.” chris called from the other side. “sorry bae, im coming i promise. one more thing.” you responded, dragging your lip gloss across your lips.

you forced the applicator back into the container, and walked out the bathroom to see your boyfriend scrolling on his phone. he looked up at you, looking at how beautiful you looked dolled up like this.

“damn, i didn’t know you were doing all that.” placing his phone in his pocket, he kissed up and down your neck softly. “chriiis, let’s go i’m ready.” you cupped your hands around his neck as he kissed up your jawline and finally placed a kiss on your lips.

“mm, i like that cherry.” licking his lips and tasting the bit of lipgloss on his lips now. “ew, chris. dont eat the lipgloss.” you swiped it from his mouth with your thumb. “i’ll eat you if you don’t stop touching my lips like that.” he looked down at you with low eyes.

you removed your thumb from his mouth and instead held his hand. “lets go, please. you’ve been waiting and i feel bad.” you say softly. “its okay, ma. it was worth the wait to see you look like a full course meal.” he smirked.

“chris.” you glared at him. “okay, sorry. let’s go.” he started walking, keeping his hand intertwined with yours.

he opened the car door for you, giving him a small “thank you” before settling in. he got into the drivers seat and started the car.

“we should go get your nails done before we go shopping.” he stares at you. “how’d you know i needed to get them done again?” you quirked an eyebrow.

“cause’ i got you a tech without your permission. you haven’t been able to tell by the amount of times i’ve taken you to get them done again?” he replies.

“no, actually i didn’t notice. that’s so sweet of you, baby you know you don’t have to do all this.” you hold his hand as a thank you.

“actually i do, spoiling you is my middle name.” he kissed the top of your hand. yeah, you’re marrying this guy.

he pulled out of the driveway, starting his destination to the place you usually get your nails done at.

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“hey girl good to see you again!” the nail tech, rachael, greeted you. “heyy!” you gave her a nice hug. “so what we getting today?” she asked. you didn’t really plan this out, since it was kind of a last minute decision made by your boyfriend.

“ummmm….” you slowly turn to look at your boyfriend, who’s again, scrolling on tiktok. “ma, you know you can get whatever you want. i’m not going anywhere.” he deadpanned.

you rolled your eyes as you thought about what you should get. “uh, lets just do regular coffin french tips.” you turned to smile at her. “feet too? or no?” she asked. “no, not today.” you shook your head. “okay, lets get started.” she walked towards a manicure table and sat in the chair, as you followed behind and sat on the other side.

your boyfriend sat in the chair next to you, at the other manicure table. she started to get to work on your nails, as your boyfriend sat patiently next to you, occasionally checking on the process to make sure they look nice.

——

“baby, they’re done.” you wiggle your fingers in front of him, showing off your new set. he immediately looked up from his phone, smiling. you smile, doing a little shoulder dance, happy with your new nails.

chris loved to see you like this, happy with new things he bought you, looking like the happiest girl in the world.

you both stood up from your chairs, moving to the front desk to pay. “you look so pretty, baby.” chris stood behind you, his hands on your hips and kissing your neck.

rachael smiled and mouthed the words “yall are so cute”. you smiled at her comment. “how much?” you asked. “twenty dollars.” she leaned over the counter. “twenty? thats different from the last time i got these.” you questioned.

“yeah, twenty dollars because i love you guys. we’re like family now.” she shrugged. you chuckled, reaching into your purse to grab a twenty dollar bill, until a hand slapped your wrist.

“ow! what the fuck chris?!” you twisted your head a bit to look at him, who was still kissing your neck. using his left arm to hug your waist, he used his right to pull out his black card and hand it to you. “its just twenty dollars, jesus you don’t need to flex. its only rachael.” you rolled your eyes, handing rachael the card.

she scanned the card, and handed it back to you. “have a great day guys!” she waved at both of you. chris stopped kissing your neck and waved as you did too. you both walked out of the place, chris’ arm wrapped around your waist. “thank you baby.” you kissed his cheek as a reward.

“you say thank you in that tone again and i swear to god im gonna fuck the shit out of you.” he says, pressing the button to unlock the car. “whats going on with you today?” you get in the car as he holds the door for you.

he gets in the car, starting it up. “nothing, you’re irresistible, you know that.” he pulled out the parking lot, his right hand on your thigh.

——

you arrived at the mall, chris holding your hand as you both walked in together. chris had felt pretty scared since you were looking a little too good today and you were out in public.

“lets go to windsor.” you suggested. “wherever you want, just take me there. don’t even ask.” he once again kissed your hand, but kept holding it as you led him to windsor.

you looked around at the dresses, grabbing a formal one, and a sundress. he wasn’t really paying attention to what you were grabbing, so you went into the fitting rooms with him.

he waited outside while you tried on the formal dress, it was a sparkly blue skin tight dress.

“okay, im done.” you came out the tiny fitting room, stopping in front of your boyfriend who was sitting down on the complementary bench. he looked up at you. “what’s this dress for?” he caressed your sides with his hands.

“maybe for like parties or something, when i wanna go out with my girlfriends.” you looked at him, knowing he was going to say something stupid.

“oh you fancy, huh?” he smiled at you. “boy what do you know about fancy?” you chuckled.

“i listen to that song, what do you mean?” he continued rubbing your sides. “mhm, sure baby.” you laughed. “don’t doubt me, ma.” he said. you shook your head, and went back to the room to try on the next dress.

you came out again, this time with the sundress on. you gave him a little twirl and asked him what he thought about it.

he didnt say anything, but he stood up and got closer to you. he placed his hands on your hips and smiled. “you look so fucking beautiful. in everything. even in what you were wearing today.” he started to kiss your neck, again, for like the third time today.

“does this mean i can get both dresses?” you removed his face from the crook of your neck and looked into his eyes. “yes, baby. get whatever you want. just grab it.” he looked back at you.

he seemed entranced by you. like you put him under a spell today, he has never said no to his sweet girl, and he never will.

you kiss him softly on the lips and go back to the fitting room to change back.

you grab both of the dresses and head to the register, chris immediately giving you his black card again.

you started to hit more stores, never forgetting to say thank you to your lovely boyfriend everytime he got you something. even though there were clothes he didn’t like, but you did, he couldn’t say no. you were his weakness, and the way you looked today just made him even weaker.

chris carrying about four clothing bags and you carrying three sephora bags headed back to the car. putting the bags in the backseat you sat in the front as he got in the drivers seat.

“i love you so much chris. thank you for today, you know you didn’t have to.” you smiled at him. god he was gonna lose it if you smiled at him like that again.

“i do have to, i’m never going to not spoil you. i love you too, okay?” he lifted your chin with his index and thumb and placed a light kiss on your lips. “still liking that cherry flavor, ma.” he licked his lips, smirking. you rolled your eyes as he plugged in the aux cord.

“oh lord, what’re you about to play now?” you looked at him. “you’ll see.” he grinned at you.

“Go, go 'head (Go, go, go)”

“oh my god, chris.” you smiled, knowing he was playing Fancy by Drake. he started to head bop to the beat, you joined in after a little while.

“this song was made for you baby.” he says, driving out the parking lot. “that’s what you think.” you looked out the window, listening to the song.

“oh you fancy, huh?” chris sang along with the lyrics.

——

when you arrived back home, you both took the bags inside and placed them upstairs as you started to get unready.

chris was now in grey sweatpants and a white shirt, while you removed your makeup and wore one of chris’ shirts and nothing but underwear underneath.

chris laid back in the bed, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing. you came out, no makeup or anything like that on. “you still look so pretty. how am i so lucky to have such a beautiful girl?” he opened his arms as you climbed into them.

you laid on his chest, his right arm around your waist and your right leg across his. he used his other arm to pull up the covers, and then placed it back on you.

“thank you baby.” you lifted your head a bit to look at chris, then scooted up a bit to cup his cheeks in your palms, and placed a bunch of kisses all over his face. you wanted to show him how thankful you are for a man like him.

“stop kissing me im seriously about to lose it.” he halted your actions. you went back down to your position, chris rubbing your back in up and down motions.

you get more comfortable as your eyelids started to feel heavier, falling asleep in your boyfriends arms.

[mattslolita]

bambi!reader and dealer!chris having matching halloween costumes

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"oh, now that's so original!" matt laughs, shaking his head as both and chris finally arrive at the party, "fitting."

you smile cheekily, planting a hand on your hip as the other holds up the metal handcuff that's on chris's wrist — a bunch of whistles erupt from the crowd, and you bow slightly, proud of the costumes you picked out for you and chris. you were in a police officer uniform, your top exposing your perky breasts just barely. a short, denim skirt accompanied the cap on your head, giving it the hot police officer look. your signature white, crochet socks were on your feet as well as your doc martens, a white bow in your braids.

chris was in a orange jumpsuit, his brown locs strewn against his forehead, still wet from his shower just before they arrived. he wore his black timberlands, silver chain around his neck to match with the silver handcuffs you had gotten for him.

"you really expect me to be ya prisoner the entire night?" chris whispers to you, using his other hand to ruffle through his hair as he surveys the crowd, "got potential customers all in here, y'know."

"relax, i'll help you with them!" you tell him, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw, a giggle leaving your lips, "now stop speaking! anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law!"

"m'gonna use these cuffs against you tonight if ya keep shakin' your ass in this skirt," chris whispers to you, nibbling on your ear slightly as he lands a smack to your ass, causing you to squeal.

"it's supposed to be reversed!" you tell him matter-of-factly.

"then let's go two rounds ma, both of us take turns."