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┃ ִ ࣪𖤐 Chris' favourite hoe ⸝⸝ ⟡
𝒰𝐻 𝐻𝒰𝐻 .ᐟ.ᐟ If only I was a rich girl in Miami ... 𓂃✍︎
↳ I write mainly for chris <𝟑 .ᐟ
ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ɪɴ 25…? ᯓ★ #szapls ⋆.𐙚 ̊
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HI LOVES , I promise I’m working on dealer!chris & confident!reader i have just been so busy with work and seeing family & friends 😩😩 it’ll come soon xx
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ owned
⤷ chris reminds you exactly who you belong to
smut, sexual content, pnv, low-key rough sex, dom!chris, degradation, choking/breath play, possession themes, name calling, dirty talk (not proofread again)
listen to this while reading!
you watch in the mirror as chris’s hips plap against your ass, creating wet smacks that seem to echo in the bathroom despite the loud music from the party outside.
your head dips as the pleasure becomes sharp and white-hot, before your jaw is suddenly in an iron grip. “look at yourself.” chris grits against your ear.
you look up to see yourself in the mirror. your mascara is smudged from when you were choking on his cock earlier, your jaw slack in ecstasy, and your brows drawn together, painting a truly explicit portrait.
“look at how much of a fuckin’ whore you are.” you clench around his length at chris’s degrading words, causing a scoff to escape his lips.
“such a slut for me aren’t you?” he mocks, letting out an unfairly sexy grunt as your greedy cunt tightens around him, as if it’s trying to suck him in deeper.
“say it.” he adjusts his grip on your neck, instead putting you in a headlock, which gets your attention. “say you’re my slut.” he shoves two fingers past your lips, pressing down onto your tongue as you gag slightly, before suckling on them as if they’re his cock.
“i- i’m your slut.” you moan around his fingers, the words tumbling from your lips in a haze of lust.
“that’s it. you’re-“ he thrusts hard. “my-” another thrust. “slut.” a final thrust which sends you spiralling over the edge, moans choked and muffled by chris’s fingers and bicep.
he keeps fucking you through it, chasing his high now. he spills into you with a deep moan, his muscles tensing. your air supply is momentarily cut off as his bicep tightens around your throat, effectively choking you.
you feel owned. possessed. with his cum buried deep inside you, and his strong arm choking you. there’s nowhere else you’d rather be though.
you’re tied onto his short leash.
💌 freya yaps . . . ummm soooo what do y’all thinkkk? i got random motivation again while listening to this song. idk if this is trash or good and it’s kindaa diff from my usual smut
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I just wanna kiss them so fucking bad
Fuck me
I re-watch this shit ten times a day btw
┃ ִ ࣪𖤐 Lyin
★ᯓ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.. 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 & 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ᯓ★
wine and a useless lie told straight to his face, one of the many once they continue to see each other. But neither walks away.
Warnings: mention of drugs
Your living room smells like strawberry wine and expensive candles, the ones you only light when friends come over so you look like you have your life together.
Music hums low, one painting her nails, another is telling a story you’ve already forgotten.
You’re curled up on the floor, glass in hand, legs bare and warm from the heater.
“We should’ve bought something stronger,” one of your friends sighs.
“Wine hits slow.”
Another groans in agreement. “Ugh, yeah. I wish we had ket or-“
She looks at you.
Then your phone.
Then back at you.
“What?” you ask, raising a brow.
“You know someone, don’t you?” she teases.
You shouldn’t say yes. You shouldn’t even think about him. You don’t know why he’s been sitting in the back of your mind all night.
But you also know your friend is talking about your current dealer you always go to.
“I’ll text him.” You say, ignoring the small twist in your stomach. You hope they don’t know Chris. But that’s a very low chance.
You : 11:52pm
You around?
If you drop tonight I’ll finally see if you were lying or not.
You lock your phone and take another sip of wine, trying to hide the twitch at your lips of the thought of seeing Chris ever since you met him on Friday.
Chris : 11:59pm
Yeah.
What you need?
You tell him.
Chris : 12:03pm
Send your addy.
You hesitate, not because you’re scared, but because your stomach flips in a way you hate.
Then you send it.
“Who was that?” one of your friends asks, leaning over your shoulder.
“No one,” you say while smirking, standing up.
“His coming now. Open a new bottle if there’s one left.”
You don’t emphasise on who the ‘his’ is.
They’re tipsy enough to not question it or ask who. You throw on a hoodie, putting your hair in a clip and quickly checking your reflection. Why? You have no fucking idea.
Chris : 12:15pm
Here.
You step outside into the warm-night air, wine heat still on your cheeks.
The street is quiet, until headlights sweep across your driveway and his car rolls in slow, steady.
He doesn’t cut the engine.
Just lets it sit there, purring.
There’s music playing, low, bassy, something smooth. Just loud enough to feel more than hear. The glow from his dashboard lights his face in soft gold.
“Knew you would call.”
You roll her eyes at his comment and walk closer to his car.
“Said I’d try it.” You say.
He nods once, slow. “Didn’t think you’d be this quick to it.”
You shrug, lisp twitching.
“Got bored.”
His eyes drop to your mouth for a second too long, your brows raise slightly before he reaches in his backseat without a word.
He holds the baggie between two fingers, ready to pass it straight into your hand. He doesn’t tell you the price, just a soft exhale through his nose.
“Here.”
His voice drops quieter than the music.
“On me.”
You smile, locking eyes with him. A part of you hoped this would happen.
“…For free?”
A tiny lift at the corner of his mouth, like he can’t help it.
“Don’t make it weird,” he mutters, eyes dropping to your hand as he moves to give it to you.
“Just take it.”
But before you can take the baggie from his fingers, the front door swings open. You hear your friend call out your name. Your whole body tenses.
Fuck.
Are you tensing about the fact you’re friends finding out it’s Chris who’s your new dealer?
Or about the fact Chris finding out it’s not only for you? Maybe both, actually.
“Do you want— oh.” Your friend stands there holding a wine bottle like a weapon.
Chris’s whole vibe changes instantly.
His eyes go flat, unreadable, like he just slammed a door inside his head.
Your friend points awkwardly at him. “Uh, hi?” She says slowly as if she knows damn well who he is. Which she clearly does.
Chris doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even blink toward her.
You grit your teeth.
“Don’t worry. She’s leaving.” You lie helplessly.
You’re not sure why you lied. You don’t owe him shit.
Your friend backs inside so fast she almost trips. And through the window? Two more of your friends peek out like nosy raccoons.
Chris sees them.
His jaw ticks once.
When he looks back at you, the warmth from thirty seconds ago is gone. His voice shifts, as if talking to you like your straight business.
“Yeah, nah.”
You blink. He nods to the house. “I ain’t frontin’ for a whole girls’ night.”
Your brows furrow, eyes narrowing. That pissed you off.
“The fuck?”
“You the only one havin’ this?” he asks, voice smooth but clipped.
“Yes,” you say without hesitation.
Even if you both only met three days ago, the tone he just used on you makes your stomach turn. One you haven’t heard him use before.
He’s still watching the window behind you, watching shadows move, whine glasses clink, someone laughing.
His eyes return to yours… sharp now.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Can’t just give it to me for free then switch up like that” You scoff, looking him up and down.
His tonuge rolls along his top teeth. “Yeah,” he says.
“’Til I saw your lil’ audience.”
“It’s just for me. You think I’d buy full price than share it?” You lie again. Not mentioning the fact that if you were drunk than fuck yeah you would.
“Dunno. You look like the type your friends wanna copy. Plus you weren’t gonna pay forrit so..”
It hits your ego just enough to annoy you.
“You don’t know shit about me or my friends.”
He chuckles, looking straight ahead and nodding slowly as he purses his lips. As if that hit a small spot he doesn’t want you to find.
“Whatever. Are you gonna give me the drugs or not? Wasting my time now.” You mutter.
“It’s only for me.” You repeat firmly when he doesn’t answer you at the speed you’d like him too. You watch him, expecting him to believe it. I mean, you are a great liar.
His eyes go back to yours, studying you. It shouldn’t be this big of a deal.
If he was doing this shit to anyone else, he would’ve made them pay the second they tried to argue.
Maybe it’s the fact it’s you. Maybe it’s the fact he wants your time together a little longer than a usual drop. Maybe it’s the fact he wants to get to know your reactions when something doesn’t go your way.
He studies your face. And whatever he needed to see?
He finds it.
His shoulder relaxes. “You lyin…” he states quietly, softer now.
You tilt your head slightly. You’re not sure what this is. To serious to be banter but to light to be something serious. The air calms a little.
“S’ our first fight?” You tease.
Chris lets out a soft exhale that sounds close to a laugh. He locks eyes with you. He looks annoyingly good.
“Mhm. Don’t think we’re that far to even have fights, baby.”
Your emotions collide.
Annoyance and… amusement? The way he brushed your status with him off like it doesn’t mean shit to him makes you click your tongue. But the way he added baby makes you want to hear it more.
“You think we’re gon’ get further than this?” You scoff, raising your eyebrows, trying to pinch back and display their status like he just did.
“You think we’re not?”
Your brows immediately drop. He smirks at the action.
You take a small breath, glancing over your shoulder to make sure your friends still aren’t to invested still.
“How much?”
He tells you, lower than it should be. You don’t comment.
You hand over the cash, fingers brushing, lingering for a moment than it should before letting go.
“You gon’ text me after?”
“Why? You want more money?” You shoot, making him bite his bottom lip in a defeated way.
“Nah.”
“Want you to text me if you wanna see me again. Without me staying in the car.”
Your chest tightens but face stays blank. You give him a small, soft smirk. You turn to go.
But as your half way up the driveway, you hear him call your name. Your lips twitch. You turn around.
“Don’t give it out. Use it alone.”
“Why?” Your brows furrow.
“Cause I wanna hear what you think.” He says. “Not what y’ friends tell you to say.”
You run your tonuge along your top teeth, your eyes growing softer without you realising it.
“Okay.” You lie.
He catches the lie.
You turn and walk back into the house without another word.
You both get the feeling the lies aren’t going to stop here….
$ˎˊ˗┃ lololol this was kinda rushed sorry I was half asleep writing this, anywayssss more of these two are already in my drafts :) yay
aww my sweet little angel— holy fuck.
Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy
“how to live with a small penis”
the way he didn’t get defensive and just laughed and said thank you???
oh it’s huge
His such a slut
┃ ࣪𖤐 Raw papers start more than you think...
★ᯓ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.. 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 & 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ᯓ★
Raw papers, 2am and one paid dollar. Their first meeting wasn’t meant to matter, but it does.
Warnings : none?…
The only place open at 2am in your neighborhood is a convenience store with flickering lights.
Perfect. Quiet. Forgettable.
Your heels are dangling from your fingers, ankles aching from hours spent at a rooftop party you already regret. Your makeup is smudged in the pretty way, lashes still curled, hair messy but intentional. LA humidity kisses your skin, makes you glow under the neon signs.
You push the door open. The bell chimes.
You head straight for what you came for, a pack of cigarettes, mint gum and raw papers.
When you begin to reach the counter, you drop your things down one by one. You’re too busy rummaging through your tiny bag to look up at first.
His talking quietly to the middle aged cashier when you walk up, voice low enough that you can’t make out a single word. His elbows on the counter, leaning foward. But the moment you get close, he stops. Like flipping a switch and glances your way for half a second before shifting to the side.
Your eyes flicker up.
And the way his gaze meets yours in that quick second… it’s not the look of someone seeing you for the first time. There’s recognition there. Like he’s seen you around long before you ever saw him.
Hood up with a cap underneath, chain subtle under the light, wearing an all black outfit. His hair messy, framing his face but keeping it clean too. A small goatee that looks dark from the hoodie blocking the light out of his face.
His eyes shift on the counter, not on you — but you can feel him noticing you anyway.
And you’ve heard about Chris.
Not a lot. But you definitely remember your friend telling you how she fucked him a couple of months ago then he blew her off.
You didn’t want to see anyone you vaguely knew tonight.
Not even someone you’ve never spoken to.
Not when you’re barefoot at midnight with your lip liner half gone and your brain still humming from the party.
You slide a little closer to the counter, hoping he’ll stay in his corner and you can pretend he doesn’t exist.
The cashier calls out your total, breaking the silence.
“Thirty.”
You pause.
Your money’s folded in the wrong pocket, and the bills you do grab are one dollar short.
“Tch.” You sigh under your breath, annoyed at yourself. “Hold up.”
You dig deeper, checking every pocket of your small bag. No extra bill. Of course. You slowly lift your head to look at the cashier.
“Can I pay w jewellery or somethin?”
You hear a quick exhale. A laugh? A sigh? You’re not sure. You don’t look but you know who it came from.
The cashiers shake of head makes you want to crawl out of your fucking skin and just take the products and run.
Before the cashier can continue, something hits the counter.
A folded bill.
Your chest freezes for half a second before you force yourself to look.
The cashier takes the bill without question. Like he’s seen this exact thing before and finishes the transaction.
“Thanks,” you mutter, low, mostly because it would feel rude not to. You look away as if this is an every day thing.
“Yeah. Don’t spend it all at once.”
Your lips twitch at his dry joke.
Chris’ eyes flicker down to the raw papers the cashier pushes back towards you. He straightens up a little.
“Those f’ you?”
Your eyes snap up to him, his voice is oddly soft. A tone you would never expect from him considering the rumours you've heard.
“Yeah, Why?”
He gives a tiny smile. not friendly, not sweet, more like he’s already decided something.
“No reason. Js’ wondering if you needed anythin’ to go w it.”
Your brows raise. “You sell?”
“Talk outside?” He answers just quickly.
You catch his scent as he passes. Clean. Sharp. Expensive.
You don’t think. You just move. You’re not done with this conversation.
He stops a few steps from the doorway, leaning one shoulder against the brick wall.
His eyes flicker down to your heels your hand, making him smirk slightly. Just the smallest lift at the corner of his mouth. Lazy, slow, almost like he’s trying not to smile but can’t help it.
“I wasn’t tryna sell you nothin’ inside,” he says finally, voice low. “Cashier be nosy.”
“I already buy from someone.”
He laughs quietly, running his tonuge along his cheek. Your eyes flicker to the movement
“Yeah?” he says. “Whoever you got ain’t good.”
You raise a brow. “You don’t even know who it is.”
He gives the smallest head shake, the smile still there, like he’s seen this a hundred times.
“I don’t gotta,” he says. “If you really liked their shit, you wouldn’t be lookin’ at mine.”
You blink, caught off guard.
He sees it.
His smile lingers.
“So,” you say slowly, “if your shit is really that good…”
You pull out your phone, unlocking it before holding it out to him. He takes your phone with one hand, typing quick, clean, no hesitation.
You watch his fingers move. Ring catching the streetlight, knuckles rough, veins showing.
“Text me when you want,” he says. “Don’t matter the time.”
You raise a brow. “You work that much?”
“I work when people call,” he says quietly, eyes steady on you. “And somethin’ tells me… you gon’ call.”
“If y’ drugs are shit, you won’t hear from me again.”
His brows raise slightly before dropping them just as quickly.
“Mm. You talk big.”
You smile, shaking your head slightly. You glance at the contact name he made for himself. “Chris. Huh.” You say quietly.
“I think you already knew that.”
His tone teasing, as if saying he knows you’ve heard about him.
“Your name?” He asks, needing a reminder. You softly tell him your name, watching him try it out on his tongue before nodding.
“Maybe you knew that to.” You shoot back, tilting your head slightly, earning a small chuckle.
“Y’ know next time you’re out n’ I know bout it, you’ll have someone to carry those.” He nods to your heels still in your hand.
“Why not carry it now?” You ask, the corner of your lips turning when you look at him. “What? Y’ hit me up and not even gonna bother walking me home?”
He walks you home.. heels in hand.
$ˎˊ˗┃ a lil taste of their dynamic... I'm so excited to write more about these two
$ˎˊ˗ INTRODUCING.. ┃ Dealer!chris & Confident!reader ⸝⸝ ⟡
⤷ DEALER!CHRISᯓ★ : BANDIT Don Toliver - manspreading is an addiction , raw papers , what is admitting that I'm wrong? silver chain, red flags. sex. LA. SHE WILL Lil Wayne, Drake - shotgun w smoke, trouble in expensive cologne - skinny jeans isn't in his world, bruised knuckles, soft words. a real relationship? hell fucking no - TOP FLOOR Gunna, Travis Scott.
⤷ CONFIDENT!READER⋆.𐙚 ̊ : LUV IT Camila Cabedlo, Playboy Carti - applying lip liner while smoking, gold hoops, no body part misses a spray of perfume. Love me Lil Wayne, Drake, Future - who the fuck do you think you are? Wispy lashes, YSL bag - TELEKINESIS Travis Scott, SZA, Future
⤷ TOGETHER$ˎˊ˗: HAUNTED Beyonce - red flags kissing red lipgloss, soft threats, quiet jealousy. he's her bad habit, she's his weakness disguised as attitude - LOCATION Playboi Carti - she storms off, he chases. Exclusive but not offical, says "she's not mine." but looks at her like it, act like a couple, talk like strangers - LOW LIFE Future, The weeknd
promise im not trying to be mean but just fyi your missing one of the Os in matt sturniolo in your masterlist!
i mean this with so much love i swear
Help I didn’t even realise, thank you !!!! You didn’t come across mean at all <333
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┃ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ…
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Introduction
Raw papers start more than you think
Lyin
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