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Prove It - Chris Sturniolo
Summary: Chris doesn't think Y/N can handle him Warnings: sexual content, smut, p in v, backshots, unprotected sex (please just no), rough!dom!chris, making out Word count: 1.3k
Chris leans back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips.
“You really think you can handle me, babygirl?” His voice is low, dripping with challenge, eyes dark as they rake over you.
Your heart pounds, but you refuse to back down. “I don’t think. I know.”
You crawl closer, hands settling on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. “You’re the one who doesn’t know what to do with me.”
Chris lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh yeah? That’s cute.” He reaches up, fingers threading into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His pupils are blown, his lips slightly parted. “So prove it.”
Your breath hitches, but you don’t hesitate. You shift closer, your fingers tracing along his jawline before sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.
Chris tilts his head into your touch, his smirk faltering for a split second before returning with even more intensity.
“You always talk big, ma. But I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.” His voice is a murmur now, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
You tilt your head, a smirk of your own forming. “That sounds like fear, Chris.” His brows raise, amusement flickering across his face. “Fear?”
He scoffs, pulling you even closer. “Nah, babygirl. I just don’t think you realize what happens when you play this game with me.”
“Then stop talking and show me.”
Chris watches you for a long second, his expression unreadable, before his smirk fades into something darker, something more serious. His fingers tighten in your hair, his free hand sliding down to grip your waist.
“Alright, ma,” he mutters, voice rough. “Just remember—you asked for this.”
His grip on your waist shifts, fingers pressing firmly as he guides you down onto the mattress beneath him. You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the sheets as he hovers over you, eyes dark with intent. The air between you crackles with tension, his gaze locked onto yours, watching every tiny movement, every breath you take.
He likes seeing you flustered, loves knowing that no matter how confident you pretend to be, you still react to him.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” he teases, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You’re already looking a little nervous, babygirl.”
You swallow hard but refuse to back down. “You talk too much, Chris.”
His smirk returns, full of amusement, but there’s something else there too—something deeper, something hungry.
“Yeah? Then do something about it.”
You don’t give him the satisfaction of hesitating. Instead, you tug at the hem of his shirt, slipping it up over his head and tossing it aside before running your cold hands over his bare skin. His breath stutters slightly, and you catch the way his muscles twitch under your fingertips. He’s always in control, always the one teasing, but now he’s watching you like he doesn’t know what you’ll do next.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you tease, leaning in, your lips ghosting over his jaw. “Still think I can’t handle you?”
Chris exhales sharply, his hands gripping your hips. “You’re playing a dangerous game, ma.” His voice is rougher now, lower, his control slipping just a little.
“Good,” you whisper, lips brushing against his skin.
“Then stop holding back.”
Chris curses under his breath, his restraint snapping as he flips you onto your stomach, pinning you beneath him. He stares down at you, eyes burning with something intense, something all-consuming.
“Alright,” he breathes, leaning down so his lips are barely an inch from your ear. “Let’s see if you can handle me, baby.”
“Get on your knees for me.”
Your breath stutters at the command, a slow shiver rolling down your spine. You shift onto your hands and knees, the mattress dipping beneath you as you move. Chris hums in approval, his hands ghosting over the small of your back before trailing lower, squeezing just enough to make you arch into his touch.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough, filled with something possessive. He takes his time, his fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt before slowly dragging it up over your body. The fabric pools around your shoulders before he tugs it off entirely, leaving you in nothing but the heat of his gaze.
Chris presses a kiss to your spine, slow and deliberate, his hands exploring every inch of newly exposed skin. He loves this, loves taking his time despite how desperate he is. His lips trail upward, following the curve of your back as his fingers work at the clasp of your bra, letting it slip away just as easily.
He groans softly, hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing over your ribs. “You won’t be able to handle this, ma.” His breath is warm against your skin, his voice thick.
You turn your head slightly, catching his dark gaze over your shoulder. “You really underestimate me.”
Chris doesn’t hesitate this time. His hands move lower, hooking into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down inch by inch, making sure you feel every moment of it. He wants to savor this, wants you just as desperate as he is.
His own patience snaps as he rids himself of his clothes in a frenzy, the fabric tossed carelessly aside. He presses himself against you, the heat of his body overwhelming, his breath coming quicker. He grips your hips, his lips pressing against your shoulder before trailing up to the sensitive spot just below your ear.
“You look so good like this,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. “All mine.”
His hands roam over you, mapping every inch of your skin, his touch burning, claiming. Every movement, every whisper against your skin, pulls you deeper into him, into the intensity of the moment. He tilts your chin to the side, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, fingers digging into your hips like he can’t bear to let go.
“You wanted to prove yourself, babygirl?” he rasps, dragging his lips over your jaw. “Then take me like a good girl and be completely silent.”
Chris takes his time sliding his boxers down, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he’s making sure you watch every second of it. He inches forward, slowly pushing himself in. Your forehead falls back against the pillows in front you, eyes fluttering shut.
He begins moving his hips back and forth slow at first, until he sucks in a breath, his grip harsh as he begins slamming into you at a vigorous pace. Your eyes roll back, your jaw dropping at the incredible feeling. The headboard starts rocking into the wall, leaving loud bangs that Chris has no doubt his brothers hear.
"Fucking take it." He groans between his teeth. Chris lifts his palm before landing a sharp smack on your ass, almost causing you to whimper. You bite your lip, trying your best to hold back your moans as his tip repeatedly hits your insides.
Chris picks up the pace again, pounding into you faster, silently hoping everyone would hear the sound of his skin slapping against your ass.
"Bet they can hear us, ma," he whispers, voice dripping with satisfaction. His grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you back to meet each thrust, the intensity making your fingers clench the sheets beneath you. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes through the room, shameless and unrelenting.
"Let 'em know who you belong to."You start to feel your orgasm build up, the knot in your stomach slowly tightening. Your walls tighten around Chris's dick as he moves in and out of your pussy, your moans getting harder and harder to hold back.You won't let him win.
"You still think you can take more?"
Chris growls, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts even deeper, testing your resolve.
"Because I'm not done with you yet."
Author's note: so ummm what do we think? I've never written smut before so this is probably ass but please let me know what you think and if I should write more
Get to know rapper!chris x singer!reader!!
SINGER!READER
Genre: pop, indie-pop
Similar artists: Madison Beer, Sabrina Carpenter, Billie Eillish
Albums and covers (coming soon)
Gained Fame: In 2021, Y/N started making music after her boyfriend cheated on her and their messy breakup, she put all of her feelings into songs and decided her new life started at that moment. She tested with sounds and one day she randomly posted them out of nowhere. Her confidence, however, skyrocketed when she only got maybe 1000 monthly listeners after about 3 months. She gave up and continued with life as if nothing happened.
In 2023, a beloved artist named Gracie Abrams, noticed her pathetic music and reached out. Y/N, much to her dismay, of course said yes when Gracie asked to do a collaboration with her. The song blew up on tik tok and other social media platforms and Y/N’s 6 songs soon started rising. Rooftops, a song about her ex, was #14 on the top 200 in the US. Gracie and her became good friends and Y/N got into song writing again.
Cute little headcanons:
Singer!y/n, who doesn't pay attention to rude or sexualising comments about her body but Chris does. When they're out in public and Chris hears someone say one thing about her, he’s practically on top of them and he’s not scared to beat the shit out of them.
Singer!y/n, who keeps a notebook full of random lyrics inspired by overheard conversations, half of which make absolutely no sense at all, but are oddly poetic
Singer!y/n, who insists on hand signing fan’s posters because it's more “personal” even if it takes hoursSinger!y/n, who will stop a concert mid way if she sees a sign or an outfit that she loves just to compliment that person.
Singer!y/n, who loves making up dumb tik tok dances to her songs just for funSinger!y/n, who’s fans are called the most ridiculous name. It started as a joke but now it's a part of her brand.
Singer!y/n, who takes a polaroid picture with her team before every show
Singer!y/n, who gets nervous before award shows, so Chris shows her his “pre game hype” which consists of terrible dancing and a not so helpful pep talk in a mirror
RAPPER!CHRIS (CHRI$)
Genre: hip hop, rap (obviously)
Similar artists: Playboi Carti, The Kid LaROI, Lil Skies
Albums and covers (coming soon)
Gained fame: Chris started his career more recently at the beginning of 2024. Because of the youtube channel, Chris didn't need to be famous for his music. About mid 2024, his music started to get recognized by more than just Sturniolo Triplets fans. Playboi Carti actually liked Chris’s music for what it was.
On Carti’s tik tok, he posted a video with one of Chris’s songs as the sound. Don't know how this made Chri$ more popular but his listens blew up hours later. 11 million monthly listeners quickly went to 30 in less than a month.
Cute little headcanons:
Chri$, who always kept his word, and has never done drugs, drank alcohol, or smoked a vape or cigarette in his life.
Chri$, who’s concerts are the most wild and fun thing ever. The energy in the sold out stadiums is exhilarating and the fans in the front row will probably not be able to hear anything else for days.
Chri$, who makes sure that you are always comfortable and happy no matter what you’re doing.
Chri$, who has your stuff scattered everywhere. He’s got hair ties on his wrist, your hairbrush in his car, and your clothes are all over the place.
Chri$, who once hung a pair of your panties on the rear view mirror in his car because the color “complimented” the vibe
Chri$, who never lets you pay for anything. This man will do everything and anything to make sure your card never sees daylight. Sometimes he steals your wallet before you even leave the car.
Fics to look forward to: (I obviously have not been busy)
Sleepytime - Chris asks Y/N to sing him to sleep one night
Model - Y/N’s manager needs to meet with her about upcoming tour outfits but Chris is not having it with her leaving
Noise Complaints - Late night studio sessions in Y/N’s apartment lead to awkward run ins with the neighbors
Pink Sweater Season - Chris borrows Y/N’s favorite oversized pink sweatshirt for a music video and the internet has questions.
Off Key Apologies - After a heated argument, Chris writes a very pathetic song as an apology but Y/N doesn't want to hear it
Mute - A mic on a live stream reveals way too much about how Chris feels about Y/N
Paper House - The power went out and the house is quiet so Chris and Y/N decide to build houses out of cards.
Stage Left - A surprise performance during Chris’ tour has the crowd cheering—and Y/N wondering where she stands with Chris
Signs - Chris finds an old playlist you made for him and realizes the feelings were there all along—he just missed the signs.
Second Verse - Chris struggles to finish a song about…love and how he hates to admit how much the second verse sounds like you.
REQUESTS!!
Rapper!Chris x Singer!reader Headcanons (sfw 1)
I'm guilty of being a slut for rapper!chris so i needed to make one myself. I want this to be a whole series so there will be a lot more🫶🫶
Rapper!Chris...who sneaks backstage at your concerts with VIP passes disguised as a fan and surprises you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers after the show just so he can see the surprised look on your face.
Rapper!Chris...who makes it his mission to feature you in one of his songs. He plays the demo on repeat all day everyday until you agree to collaborate.
Rapper!Chris...who writes lyrics that he claims "aren't about anyone," but everyone can tell they're filled with references to you from small mentions of your favorite color to a lyric from one of your own songs.
Rapper!Chris...who sends you voice memos at 2 in the morning when he’s inspired. They are filled with rough drafts of lyrics about you that are sweet, funny, and occasionally ridiculous. Occasionally theres a lot of dirty ones.
Rapper!Chris...who casually promotes your songs by “accidentally” mentioning them on live streams calling them fire and insisting his fans check the songs out immediately.
Rapper!Chris...who gets defensive if anyone criticizes you or your music, ready to go on a rant about how they don’t understand real talent.
Rapper!Chris...who casually wears your tour merch to his own shows, sparking rumors about your relationship among fans because he can’t help but support you even in (not so small) ways.
Rapper!Chris...who always reserves a VIP seat at his concerts just for you and when he spots you in the crowd, he throws a wink or a quick shoutout in his lyrics, making the audience scream.
Rapper!Chris...who memorizes all your songs, even the unreleased ones and hums them in the studio, inspiring everyone to think he has new material when he's really just admiring your work.
mood board and extras coming soon!
Inspiration came from mainly 2 accounts and others who have done this before: @chrissturnsfav, and @chrissdollie
Masterlist
Headcanons
AUs(coming soon)
SCARLET
Mood Boards(coming soon)
Camera Rolls (coming soon)
Dividers(coming soon)
Blurbs
Misc:
Get to know rapper!chris x singer!reader!!
About Me!!
☾✰Luna✰☽
Brunnette, green eyes, Italian and American and i only write about the sturniolo triplets
Music: Dominic Fike, Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Arctic Monkeys, Tyler The Creator, The Neighborhood, TV Girl, Clairo
Youtubers: Sturniolo Triplets, Kallmekris, Tara Yummy, Sam and Colby, Jake and Johnnie, etc
Shows: Stranger Things, Bluey, Bridgerton, WandaVision
Movies: 10 Things I Hate About You, Scream, Clueless
Likes: Light blue, Dr Pepper, pasta, stars
Dislikes: Slow walkers, Baby Shark, idiot drivers, etc
I need him to eat me like that 😮💨😩🫦
I want them at the same time 😫
i get to hug and see daddy on tour 😘
i wish i can get an autograph tho…
This is amazing 💋
Batmobile Matt x fem!reader
summary: matt can't resist you in your catwoman costume...
WARNING: smut, intended lowercase, unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it), praising, softdom matt if you squint, creampie, car sex essentially, not proofread!
A/N: hi! it's my first fic and you all voted for smut on the poll (whores). JK! love you all and hope you enjoy this little blurb! i miss halloween so much so i had to do SOMETHING halloween related. BTW, my inbox is open for any requests, questions or advice seeking. always here if you need help with literally anything. PS. english isn't my first language i am SO SORRY
Matt's hands moved swiftly to tear the crotch of your black bodysuit after you both climbed into the backseat. what did you expect when you decided to dress as catwoman for halloween? his eyes were intense and filled with a hunger you'd never seen on him. the windows fogged of what he called 'his batmobile'. a loud rip sound filled the car when he tore the fabric, shoving your dampened panties aside before working at his own pants.
"so fucking sexy, princess... all dressed up..." he murmured, making your pulse quicken and your breath hitch. rain pattered on the roof and windows of the car in soft droplets, and before you knew it the sound of a soft groan filled your eardrums. you looked down to see Matt's length sprung from his boxers, the tip needy and wet with precum.
"making me so hard..." he whispered before slowly pushing in. a sharp gasp came through your lips at the sensation of his cock splitting you open as your walls wrapped snugly around the girth.
"oh fuck, Matt.." a whine fell from your lips, your hands grasping at his hips.
"fuck... needed you so bad, princess... this pussy was made for me..." Matt groaned, his thrusts quickening causing moans to spill out of you like a string being tugged from your voicebox. the sound of skin slapping against skin in small claps filled the car, Matt's head thrown back.
His jaw was sharp and clenched, the stubble barely visible from the dim lighting of the car interior. the zip of your bodysuit was tugged down enough for your breasts to be free, bouncing up and down like jello with every buck of Matt's hips.
"oh g-god! mmh..!" you whimpered, your gummy walls fluttering around his cock which told him all he needed to know.
"oh yea? gonna cum on me, baby?" Matt cooed, causing you to nod eagerly and his pace to quicken. his thumb came in contact with your sensitive bud, rubbing firm circles.
"ah! oh fuck, M-Matt!" moans ripped from your throat as your orgasm milked him like a warm, greedy vice. eliciting a low moans from Matt's. his bottom lip trapped between his teeth in concentration, one last firm thrust and he was gone.
"fuck! oh god... fuck yea..." he panted heavily, chest heaving as spurt after spurt of his load filled your needy pussy.
after a few moments, you both composed yourselves. kissing messily with his cock remaining buried inside your warmth.
"fucking in the batmobile.." Matt chuckled.
"oh my god you're a child." you scoffed playfully.
love love loveee😍😍
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fluff, kissing, tiktok trend, established relationship, soft!matt but he won't admit it, goofy, idiots in love
requested by @applecidersturniolo !
word count - 700ish
You’re sitting cross-legged on Matt’s bed, holding your phone up for him to see. He’s half-sprawled out next to you, scrolling through his own phone like he’s not that interested, but you can tell he is.
“Do you wanna do this trend with me?” you ask, nudging his arm.
Matt glances over, barely lifting his head. “What trend?”
You flip your phone around, pressing play on the 500 Days of Summer audio. He watches, brows furrowing slightly as it plays. Then, the couple on the screen lunge at each other, kissing so hard they fall out of frame.
Matt’s eyes flick back to you, unreadable for a second. Then, he snorts. “Wait. So we just say the lines and then, like… violently make out?”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “It’s romantic, Matt.”
“Uh-huh.” He’s fighting back a grin now, still acting like he’s above it. “And we have to disappear out of frame?”
“Yes.”
Matt exhales through his nose, staring at you like he’s already regretting agreeing to this. But then he sets his phone down, stretches his arms over his head, and mutters, “Alright. Let’s make some cinema.”
Take one.
The camera is propped up, slightly off-center, the lighting warm and dim. You try to keep a straight face, turning toward him.
“I love The Smiths.”
Matt stares at you blankly.
“Matt,” you whisper, nudging his leg.
He blinks. “Oh, wait. Sorry?”
You dissolve into laughter, covering your mouth. “You’re supposed to say it, not actually be confused.”
Matt groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, okay. Again.”
Take two.
“I love The Smiths.”
“Sorry?”
“I said—”
Before you can even finish, Matt lunges at you. No warning, no hesitation, just full-on crashes into you, completely messing up the timing. You yelp, hands flying up to steady yourself as you both fall out of frame way too soon, almost falling off the bed as you knock the phone also.
The camera catches nothing but the ceiling and a blur of movement.
Silence.
Matt groans, “That was terrible.”
You’re already wheezing, clutching your stomach. “Matt, we looked insane.”
He smiles at you, kissing you anyway before flopping onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “Maybe we are.”
Take three.
This time, you’re focused. You inhale, make sure Matt is actually ready.
“I love The Smiths.”
“Sorry?”
“I said—I love The Smiths.”
And then, perfectly on cue, you both lean in, slow at first—teasing, just the briefest brush of lips, the softest press before you feel the heat of Matt’s breath.
And then, without warning, Matt pulls you in harder, a bit desperate, the kiss deepening immediately. His hands find their way to your hair, tugging you closer as his lips move against yours with a softness that surprises you.
You gasp against his mouth, hands gripping the front of his shirt, and for a second, it feels like it’s just the two of you in this quiet room. The kiss is hungry now, full of little moments that have led up to this, a little bit of teasing, a little bit of need, the world fading away as the kiss intensifies, pulling you off the edge of the bed in the process.
As you both fall, tangled in each other, you end up just out of frame, your bodies twisting as you kiss with the kind of urgency that makes everything feel perfect.
The last shot is just the empty bed, a lamp flickering softly in the background. You shuffle in Matt’s grasp, trying to get closer as he continues kissing you, pulling you even further into him.
When he finally pulls away, breathless, his forehead rests against yours for just a moment before he pulls back slightly, a small smile curling at his lips.
"Was that too much?"
And obviously, when you post it, the comments explode.
“They practiced this. I know they practiced this.” “This is EXACTLY how the trend is supposed to be done.” “Matt looking at her. Stop im so single” “The way he’s definitely watching this back 50 times.”
And Matt? He acts chill, like he doesn’t care that much, but later, when you glance at his phone, you catch a glimpse of the video playing again.
Just once. Maybe twice.
credits to rose for the dividers !! @bernardsbendystraws
a/n: some more fluff even though i am anti-fluff this kinda made me smile jsdkhfksjh
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