#puppy!chris

[lilolebambi]

COWBOYS MAKE BETTER LOVERS. . . PUPPY!CHRIS.

"F-fuck— fuck—" He moaned, thrashing against the rope of his lasso, "I- I can't— can't cum again— mama—" He whined, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He just looked too good tonight.

You couldn't keep your eyes off him. Everything about his costume had you dripping. You were imagining all of the way you'd ruin him before his hand grazed his lasso.

You knew how the night was gonna end.

Your cowboy squirming and whimpering under you.

You pressed soft kisses along his jaw as you stroked him, a sharp contrast to your pace. "M' sure you can take a little bit more, can't you?"

Chris just moaned. You take the precum seeping from his tip as your answer.

You yanked the rope tighter and watched his body jolt like you struck a nerve. You pressed him harder against the mattress, one hand gripping his jaw, forcing his eyes open.

"You're gonna cum again," You whispered, "And again, till everyone out there can hear you and there's nothing in that little head of yours."

You felt him twitch in your hand at the harsh words, but nodding his head nonetheless.

You smiled, letting your grip loosen on the rope just slightly to pat his cheek.

"Good boy."

©LILOLEBAMBI

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[lilolebambi]

puppy!chris x ghostface!reader. . .

tw: knife kink !

He's trembling, eyes rolled into the back of his head while his abs clench. The knife, the one that cut through his clothes moments ago, rests on his thigh. Your hand strokes him with lazy precision, watching his body react like it's yours to command.

"Mmmhm... look at you," You murmur, voice syrupy and cruel. "So eager. So easy." You tilt your head, mask gleaming. ".....you're adorable for someone so stupid."

A soft laugh escapes you.

"Leaving your door unlocked? With me out here?"

He doesn't answer.

You fist his hair and yank, hard enough to make him gasp.

"Pathetic," You whisper, almost fond. "You like this don't you?"

His hips twitch, chasing your hand. But you stop. Let the silence stretch.

"N-no—please, I need—"

You lean in, breath warm against his ear. "You need what, baby?" You coo, "Need me to make you cum like the needy little slut you are?" He squirms in your grip, making you smirk under your mask.

"I-ive been a goodboy— c'mon—"

"You think you've been a good boy?" He whines at your tone, "P-please...mommy..."

He almost wails as you start stroking him again, "You know what you remind me of?" He can't answer, too busy choking on moans. "A puppy."

Your free hand traces his jaw, then tighten. "Expect you're not cute, are you? You're flithy. Stupid. A nasty little thing. Is that what you are? My pathetic little mutt?"

He twitches in your hand, even as he tries desperately to defend himself you can see his mind go blank—that tension in his stomach finally snapping.

His warm, sticky cum shoots all over your hand. Some of it even landing on your robe. He pants, eyes fluttering shut as he comes down from his high.

You hum, running your hand through his matted hair.

"Good doggy."

©LILOLEBAMBI

viv's thoughts. . . "don't kill me, ms. ghostface i wanna be in the sequel!"

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[lilolebambi]

I ain't nothing, but a nasty dog. . . puppy!chris.

It's a name. That's all it is, well to you, at least.

You noticed he was off. Not off, but you really can't even explain it. He was rougher, more possessive. The soft little love bites he used to give you were turning into him sinking his teeth into you, drooling and biting on you like he was trying to mark his territory.

At a little get-together, you guys decided to throw at your place. Not the best idea.

Because now your face is shoved in the sheets of your bed, tears blurring your vision as Chris pounds into you from behind, biting your lip strong enough to bleed so none of your friends hear you.

"D-don't think it's that hard to understand—" He growls into your ear, hand tightening in your hair, "That you're mine. That you belong to me." He pulls you up by your hair, forcing your sticky back to his. "But I guess I'll just have to fuckin' show you."

He's so rough. So mean. You can't count on your fingers how many times he's bit you or where's he's bit you. "Nah, nah. You're gonna let everyone know how good I fuck you." He reaches around and rubs your clit mercilessly, "Let them hear who this pussy belongs to,"

Your hips buck foward harshly as he continues to thrust into you, "How good your puppy makes you feel." He rasps into your ear, right before he bites into your shoulder and picks up his pace.

"C-chris—" He chuckles darkly, "S' not puppy anymore?" He mocks, eyes raking over the fucked out expression on your face. "Can't be puppy when I fuck you like this, hm?"

You cum with a loud gasp, trembling in his grip. But Chris doesn't stop, "Can barely form words, can you?" You try to, really try to, but the words get stuck in your throat.

He shoves you back into the sheets, "It's okay, mama.. shhh," He fucks you harder than he has all night, teetering you on the edge of another orgasm. "Jus' gonna make you cum until you can't walk.. you can take it."

a/n: he's a nasty DOG

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[lilolebambi]

SWEATER WEATHER... PUPPY!CHRIS.

"You're so gorgeous, Bambi," he murmurs, lips brushing against your skin. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer into his lap. "Can't believe you're mine."

Your maroon lipstick leaves smudged kisses across his face, but you don’t bother wiping them away. It’s fall—the season where you and Chris get the clingiest. He buries his words into your collarbone, whispering, "My girl. Mine. Mine."

You're somewhere behind Chris's house, in the woods cozied up by the little fire someone made. "Disgusting you two."

And it's true, you'll admit it. You used to be an avid hater of PDA couples, but when it comes to Chris, your hands forget how to behave.

You don't know how you survived, not kissing him whenever you were just friends.

Chris simply rolls his eyes, pressing another kiss to your soft skin. "Like you and Dre are any better." You giggle, Nick scoffs crossing his arms. "Look at you defending him!"

"Nick, it's okay to miss Dre—" You try to get out without laughing and fail miserably, "But can't me and Chris just enjoy the bonfire?"

He huffs, saying, "You're so lucky I love you." Before he walks away.

"I think he officially hates us." You laugh watching him angrily find his way back to his seat, "He'll get over it." Chris says before his lips are on yours, making you forget the conversation you were having.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, smiling against his lips as he murmurs against your lips. "My girl."

You pull away, "You're a cornball, y'know?"

"You love it." You boop his nose. "I do."

a/n: i want someone badly by jeff buckley on repeat. high (bad habits) by tove lo on repeat. sweater weather by the neighbor on repeat.

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[lilolebambi]

THE AFTERMATH OF BAMBI!READER'S AND PUPPY!CHRIS'S VOICEMAILS. . .

Chris stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the screen. Days had passed since the voicemails, but still. You guys haven't talked.

He thought time would smooth it over. That things would just click back into place, like they always had. They hadn't.

Chris exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. How does he fix this? Is there a fix?

He wants to text you to reach out—But that wouldn't be right after what both of you admitted in those voicemails... he's honestly not even sure if you listened to them.

He bites his lip, mind zooming to figure out any non shitty way of getting in contact with you.

He shoots up immediately from his bed, planting his feet on the floor.

Cookies.

The ones you always make whenever you guys have a petty argument, the ones you always make whenever Chris says he isn't feeling good or feels sad.

Chris can make cookies.

Chris can't make cookies.

He's tried. So, so many times. And yet, somehow, the universe had decided that flour, sugar, and eggs will never bend to his will.

There's a reason why he's always the one sitting on the counter, watching you get covered in flour, giggling at the streak of batter on your cheek like this is some kind performance meant for him alone.

The last batch of cookies rests abandoned in the trash can—a tragic waste of chocolate chips and his good intentions. He can't how many times he's had to restart the recipe, standing there like a idiot every single time someone comes into the kitchen, rereading the instructions as if they'll magically change, finally start to make sense to him.

He gets it, eventually. When flours all in his hair and caked up on his hands.

He sucks in a deep breath as he rings the doorbell. It's not late, but it's you—You can barely make it through the day without a nap.

Chris's relief is immediate when your groggy figure makes its way to the door. Even more when you open it. "Chris....?" You mumble, rubbing your eye sleepily, blinking him into focus.

He swallows hard, gripping the container in his hands like it might anchor him. Like it might steady him when his heart is anything but.

"Um... I–I made...you cookies."

The words come out uneven, but it's too late for him to take them back. He pushes the container forward, hands clumsy, unsure if you'll actually take it.

Then, softer—more raw—because he can't keep it in anymore. "I miss you. Really bad, Bambi."

Chris can already feel the tears gathering, blurring the edge of his vision. His lip trembles—enough to betray him, make him wish he could it hold together just a second longer.

But then, you smile.

That, familiar, achingly missed smile. The one that used to make everything feel better, the one that still does.

He's done for. Completely, absolutely done for.

You giggle, voice warm with something that Chris has been craving since the silence started. "C'mere you, big baby!

And that's it. The last bit of composure slips from his grip as he moves forward, pulling you close.

He's home.

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her. — Hozier.

a/n: if the lord didn't forgive me, i'd still have my baby and my babe would have me.

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[lilolebambi]

ICE, DRIPPING, COLD SWEAT. . . PUPPY!CHRIS.

"Ma— mama— wai—" He keeps, desperately overwhelmed by the ice on his tip. But you don't stop, you just press more and more wet kisses along his cock.

"Oh— ohfuck—" He wails, grabbing at your hair. "Feels good, hm?" He nods, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, "S-soo— g-good—"

You coo, watching the water drip from his tip as more and more pre-cum leaks out. "B— but— s' so cold!" You press a kiss to his inner thigh, "So good for letting me do this to you, pup."

He whines, hips jerking erratically as you rub the ice all over the tip. "Mh— mhf— holy sh— shit—" He gasps, eyes rolling back slightly as your warm mouth engulfs his freezing tip.

"M— mommy— no—" He whimpers, trying to pull you off him but you just take him deeper, frosty feeling of the ice cube in your hand fading away as you focus on bobbing your head up and down. "D— don' wanna cum jus' yet—"

"Want more—!" You giggle, saliva connecting you to his messy tip. "You want more? Want mama to keep using you like the little slut you are?"

"Mhm— please— please— f-fuck—" His back arches harshly off the bed as you resume your previous actions, pressing hot, wet, sloppy kisses along his cock as you rub the melting cube on his tip.

Your eyes are set on his face, enjoying the fucked out expression on his face as more and more drool seeps from his mouth. "Cum— mama— please— mgonna— c- can I—?"

You're quick to take him in your mouth, taking him all the way to hilt. Chris practically cums right then and there, gripping your hair with all his might as he lets out a pathetic moan and shoots his load down your throat.

"Than...thank you...ma..mama."

a/n: puppy!chris. btw. if you even care.

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[lilolebambi]

WHEN BAMBI!READER CHECKS HER VOICEMAILS. . .

Voicemail #1 — February 10, 4:33 PM

(beep) (long pause) Uh... hi Bambi. It's been a while since we talked, huh?... I— I Nick just showed me how to check these, I had on do not disturb. I listened to your first voicemail, I would never ignore you. (long pause)

Promise... I just, there's a whole lot goin' on right now... and- and I don't how to explain it... m' gonna listen and respond to all of them, okay? text me or call me whenever you listen to all of these.

(beep)

Voicemail #10 — February 10, 4:50 PM

(beep) I miss you more, Bambi. I told you I would never ignore you, no matter what.

(beep)

Voicemail #11 — February 10, 5:00 PM

(beep) .... you didn't do anything— I promise, swear on my life.. I just— fuck— I don't know how to explain it, I miss you more. I miss laying in your bed and watching you practice, braiding your hair... (long pause) (whisper) you... you just seem happier with him.

(beep)

Voicemail #12 — February 10, 5:05 PM

(beep) I had a project to do for history, m' sorry you didn't see me there.... plus, I knew who's going, we don't like them. (long pause) I think that guy is friends with Robert and Max, right? Those are the guys that copied our entire presentation for Chem.

Hopefully, you had fun without me.

(beep)

Voicemail #13 — February 10, 5:10 PM

(beep) Oh, sweetheart.. I'm so sorry I wasn't there, I really am. I'll never let you go to a party by yourself ever again, yeah? (long pause)

I- I really hope you aren't crying cause of me— please, I would be so upset if you were crying over me.

(beep)

Voicemail #14 — February 10, 5:15 PM

(beep) (laughs) You really can't resist Shirley temples, can you?... m' not really surprised you can't handle your alcohol. You got really high just taking 10mg.

(beep)

Voicemail #15 — February 10, 5:30 PM

(beep) (giggles) Uh, you know that one day in English I kept falling asleep and talking your ear off?... yeah, me and Nick took like 10 shots in the parking lot while we were at lunch.

(long pause) Again, I'm really sorry about not answering these sooner. I hope you realize that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you. I.. I- yeah—

(beep)

Voicemail #16 — February 10, 7:09 PM

(beep) (long pause) Um— (sniffles) I've.. I've been trying to respond to this for an hour, I can't even pretend like I'm not crying— (giggles) You know what I sound like when I cry.

I love you. (long pause) Like really love you, Bambi. No one's ever understood me like you... made me feel like you do. B-but— (sniffles) All... all of it is fucked. I can't even get into the problem cause' you're gonna think it's stupid. And— and- I know, you always say that my feelings aren't stupid, they're always valid.

But this is stupid. I— mean shit, if anything I'm the problem. Quen was right you should cut me off... (whispers) can't even tell you that it hurts seeing you guys together, that I wish I was him.

It will never be you, Bambi, you'll never be the problem. You're perfect. You always know what to say to say and how to cheer me up. Always know exactly what's wrong with me even if I refuse to tell you.

I wanna call you, I'd still pick up if you called me right now, but I don't wanna hurt you more anymore than I already have. (long pause)

You forgot a lot about Portland, by the way. Movie night every night, no matter how tired we are from work. Breakfast together in our fancy dining room no matter how busy we are, constantly going to art museums... and most importantly, just you and me.

Um... I'm probably gonna stay up late just in case you call, don't wanna call you in case I'm bothering you and you're already sick of me. (giggles)

.....I love you.

(beep)

my dream maker, heart breaker. where ever you're goin', i'm goin' the same. — Frank ocean.

maybe i'm too (was sorta hoping that you'd stay) being yours to fall, for somebody new. (if this feeling goes both ways.) — Hozier.

a/n: moon, river and me <3

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[lilolebambi]

WHEN PUPPY!CHRIS CHECKS HIS VOICEMAILS. . .

Voicemail #1 — February 6, 5:00 PM

(beep) Hi, Chris. I— (exhale) I- uh, it's me... we haven't talked in a while.. I just wanted call you but it went straight to this... (long pause)

Wait— fuck– I don't even know if you know how to check this... call me if you get this...?

(beep)

Voicemail #10 — February 7, 5:30 PM

(beep) (deep breath) You either don't know how to check these or you're just ignoring me... I've called you so many times, I left you so many of these, Chris. (long sigh)

I miss you, I miss you really bad. Please call me?

(beep)

Voicemail #11 — February 8, 4:20 PM

(beep) It's me again.... (long pause) I— I really don't know what I did, Chris... you barely even glance at me in class anymore... I miss your stupid jokes and playing with your stupid hair. And kissing your stupid face.....

Call me if you get any of these, please.

(beep)

Voicemail #12 — February 8, 5:30 PM

(beep) Um, Quen is trying to get me to go to this party.. y'know the one that one guy in chem said he was throwing? I— I don't know if I'm gonna go, you know I'm not a party person. But... Matt did say that he and Nick were going so, maybe I'll see you there? Please...?

(beep)

Voicemail #13 — February 8, 8 PM

(beep) (long pause) Chris, (sniffles) Please call me. Y-you're not here, I miss.. I miss you so bad. I- I hate everyone here— please—

(beep)

Voicemail #14 — February 8, 10:25 PM

(beep) M— m' at home now— (giggles) T-they had spiked Shirley temples there, Chris! Spiked!— I.... (long pause) feel like m' gonna—

(beep)

Voicemail #15 — February 8, 11 PM

(beep) Didn't throw up.... m' still laying on my floor tho..I think I'm still drunk, (giggles) only been tipsy.... everything feels so weird, Chrissy... have you ever been drunk before?

(long pause) .... forgot this wasn't a call. (huff)

call, me puppy.

(beep)

Voicemail #16 — February 9, 1:06 AM

(beep) Quen said that I should leave you alone, cut you off... but... I mean, Chris, I love you. You're my best friend... we do everything together, I can't see myself living without you.

I love talking to you, spending time with you, listening to your stupid fucking history facts.... how could I just throw that all away?

(long pause) Fuck, I'm tearing up. (giggles) You promised me, y'know? After graduation. An apartment, Portland, just you and me. Two cats..... Baby n' Daisy, right? (long pause) I miss you so much.

"Seriously, Chrissy, please call me. Whatever's wrong, tell me, and I'll fix it.... you know I will.

spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me, you're the only one i want by my side when I fall asleep. —Brockhampton.

a/n: i'ma be there for you, i'ma make you see that. i want you, i want you.

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