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oh imma lose my shit

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more content coming tmr :))

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rapper!chris singer!reader are at a party some guy is making singer!reader uncomfortable she tells chris what’s he doing?

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris doesn't play about singer!reader

the party is in full swing, music pounding through the walls, bass shaking the floor. you’re off in the corner with your friends, sipping on something strong enough to make your chest warm. it’s comfortable and easy—but then...

you notice him first out of the corner of your eye. some guy, tall, loud, one of those guys who think the whole room revolves around him. he’s been circling for a while, and now he’s here, standing too close to you, his voice cutting through your friends' laughter.

"yo, you got a name, or am i just gonna have to call you ‘pretty’ all night?" he says, grinning like he’s some fucking hot shot.

you step back slightly, keeping your smile tight as you ignore the way you cringe at his shitty ass pick up line. "i’m good, thanks."

but he doesn’t back down that easy, leaning in like he owns the air between you. you can even feel his breath on your face, and it makes your nose scrunch up. "don’t be like that. i’m just tryna talk."

his drawl makes your skin prickle, the large and crowded space around you shrinking. you glance across the room, you see chris, manspreading on a couch with his rapper friends along with nick and matt, drink in hand, blunt between his plush lips, laughing at something someone just said.

you know how he gets after a few drinks—more protective, less patient—but you don’t care. you don’t feel safe.

you make your way over, weaving coyly through bodies until you’re standing in front of him. his eyes light up when he sees you, but his smile falters slightly when he catches your expression.

"wassup, kid?" he asks, sitting up straight as he looks up at you, elbows on his knees as he plucks the blunt out from between his lips. his tone is different now, serious.

you nod back toward the guy, not even wanting to look in that direction. "some dude’s being…weird, i dunno. just don't feel comfortable."

chris smirks dangerously, tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. he sets his drink down, his jaw tightening as he looks around the sea of people. "where?"

you hesitate, but he’s already on his feet, towering over you even though he’s not that tall—just commanding. you nod toward the guy across the room, and chris follows your gaze, his eyes narrowing.

"yo, hold this," he says to nick over his shoulder, handing the blunt to his brother—who looks confused, but chris doesn't let him ask any questions before he's on the move.

he crosses the room like he’s on a mission, brushing past people like they’re invisible. you trail behind, far enough to not get in his way but close enough to see everything. chris stops in front of the guy, sizing him up before he even says a word.

"yo," chris starts, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the noise. "sum'n wrong?"

the guy looks confused, glancing between you and chris. "nah, man, nothing's wrong."

"then why the fuck you over here talkin’ to my girl?" chris asks, his tone calm but dangerous. when the guy doesn't respond���processing what's going on and who he's being confronted by—chris scoffs, the same dangerous smirk on his lips again. "you ain't hear what i said, playboy?"

the guy tries to laugh it off, holding up his hands. "i didn’t know she was with anyone."

chris steps closer, and suddenly, the space feels electric. "yeah, aight," he snickers. this guy knows damn well you had a boyfriend. of course he did, everyone knows. "you gonna jus' continue to stand here lookin’ stupid, or you gonna move before i fuckin' make you?"

the guy mutters something under his breath and backs off, disappearing into the crowd. chris doesn’t even watch him leave. he turns to you instead, his hand sliding around your hips.

"you good, mama?" he asks, his voice softer now, his eyes scanning your face.

"yeah, i’m fine," you say, feeling a little more at ease with him so close.

he pulls you in, his lips brushing against your ear. "ain’t nobody messin’ wit' you when m'here. don’t even trip."

you roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. "you’re so dramatic."

he smirks, pulling back just enough to look at you. "nah, i ain't dramatic," he chuckles, his grip on your hips tightening, hang hovering just above your ass. "ion play 'bout my girl, that's all."

thank you for reading!! <3

tags 🏷️: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage , @ifwdominicfike , @marrykisskilled , @strnilolover , @cayleeuhithinknott , @forgottxen , @sophand4n4 , @sturnsrecord , @purpledragon222 , @faiyaz555 , @jocelyncsblog , @freakiolos , @slut4chris888 , @chriss-slutt , @ilovedanielcaesar , @annsx03 , @snoopychris , @chrissweetheart , @slutformatt17 , @mattsturnii , @dominicfikeenthusiast

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HERE ME OUTTTTT

husband matt going crazy bc he hasnt fucked his wife in a while rough slow sex (car sex?) and yeah :P

i don't write for husband!matt or chris x wife!reader :(( i'm so sorry angel

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could you do a chris version of tongue tied?😊🙏

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃

the way chris fucks you leaves you completely tongue tied.

ᰔᩚ smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 you tap it), dom!chris, dumbification kink, titty sucking

ᰔᩚ w.c. 487

ᰔᩚ based off this fic by me <3

"yeaaaah, fuckin' take it," chris drawls from below you, his voice deep and dark yet so fucking hot as you sink your hips down onto his rigid cock, beads of precum spilling at the tip.

you let out a little whine, your jaw falling open as your brows knit together in pleasure, your eyes flitting down to where your bodies connect as you sink your nails into the skin on his shoulders.

you slide back up before drawing your hips down slowly, his dick filling you so full that it's borderline overwhelming. so good, you're hissing and whimpering softly with each deliberate rock of your hips, but chris is getting impatient.

"fuckin' ride me baby, c'mon, what're you doin'?" chris grunts, furrowing his brows at you. he wraps his hands around your asscheeks, guiding you to slam up and down him harder and faster, and you're immediately left in ecstasy, a loud gasped moan slipping from your lips.

"o-o-oh god, oh my g—" you can't even finish your sentence, your words jumbled and let out in airy moans as he guides you to bounce on his cock with vigor. your nails sink deeper into his shoulders as loud whimpers and gasps fall from your locked open jaw, throwing your head back. your brain is going foggy, you can tell your seconds away from going dumb.

that makes chris smirk up at you, lips parted as he pants and shows off his white teeth, messy hair crowding over his eyes as he watches you.

"how's it feel ma? use your words, c'mon, know you're not that fucked out yet. or are you?" he taunts, letting out a gruff, breathily chuckle, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your asscheeks.

you find yourself unable to respond, he's right—you're way too fucked out. can't even respond, can't even think.

tears of pleasure burn your eyes as you respond in loud squeals, legs quivering helplessly on either side of him, jaw locked open as drool trickles down your chin.

chris chuckles darkly, biting his bottom lip through a smirk as he eyes you, titties bouncing with each harsh bounce of your hips.

"yeah, already fucked you dumb, didn't i?" he snickers cheekily, leaning his face forward to look up at you, level with your bouncing chest. "not a single thought in that pretty lil' head of yours," he mutters before taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping with his eyes on you.

and he's right again, there's no thoughts in the foggy brain of yours, not a single one, euphoric tears now dropping down your flushed cheeks, knuckles white at how hard you're gripping his shoulders, loud wails leaving your kiss-swollen lips.

"yeah, that's what i thought," he smirks as he pulls away from your tit with a kitty lick, slapping your ass as he continues guiding your hips. "always a fuckin' drooling mess on my cock."

thank you for reading!! <3

tags 🏷️: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage , @ifwdominicfike , @marrykisskilled , @strnilolover , @cayleeuhithinknott , @forgottxen , @sophand4n4 , @sturnsrecord , @purpledragon222 , @faiyaz555 , @jocelyncsblog , @freakiolos , @slut4chris888 , @chriss-slutt , @ilovedanielcaesar , @annsx03 , @snoopychris , @chrissweetheart , @slutformatt17 , @mattsturnii , @dominicfikeenthusiast

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i can’t stand tumblr but i rly fw ur blog!

this is so real😭for me it’s a love hate relationship, but i really appreciate this !! thank you so much :)

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do uuuuuuuuuu have fic recs/blog recs?

all of my recs have a certain tag on them !! i’ll tag it under this post. as for my favorite blogs, some of my fav writers are: @sturnsrecord @sturnioz @mattscoquette @mattslolita @sosasturns @secretlocket @cvnntagious @raestromboli @hanbinics @rafespreciosa

these are just a few off the top of my head !! i also mainly read about chris, so i’m not familiar with any of these creators’ works for matt, but i’m sure they’re all amazing as well !! :)

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https://www.tumblr.com/leasturns/773266517030748160/ik-this-isnt-a-new-pic-but-im-dead-hes-so-fineee

rapper chris vibes

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you get itttt yesss

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me next !!

being fillmed while chris fucks you....

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"look so fuckin' pretty," he grunts, his grip on the phone faltering for a moment before he pressed his fingers into the side, angling it downward to capture the sight of your sopping cunt as it swallowed his cock over and over again.

chris' thrusts were slow, drawn out as he moved back and forth - his cock sliding almost all the way out until only the tip was nestled between your puffy folds before he buried himself to the hilt once more - reveling in the whimpery sounds you'd let out each time. "spread 'em wider f'me,"

tapping his free hand against the reddened, swollen flesh of your thigh to emphasize what he meant, you slowly bring your hands down, fingers wrapping around your legs as you pull them further apart, "shit," he sighs, lowering his phone even more to capture the sight of the creamy mixtures of your prior releases dripping from your hole, staining the wrinkled fabric of his bedsheets.

"gimme another," he suddenly says, his hand moving from your thigh to your swollen clit, his thumb rubbing tight circles against it. a broken sound left you, something between a moan and groan as you shook your head - "can't, chris.."

he hums, "c'mon.. thought you wanted to put on a show for the camera," he teases, his voice gruff as he spoke. "i d-do," you replied shyly, "you can do it baby—f'me? wanna capture your pretty lil' face n' pussy on camera just one last time,"

you whimpered, the aches and exhaustion already starting set in from the all the previous rounds but despite that, you couldn't help but want to please him, to give him what he wanted. "one more," you hummed, eyes rolling back as he sped up the circles on your throbbing bud, "good girl,"

the knot in your lower belly wound tight and you groaned, gummy walls clenching around his swollen cock that he continued to drag in and out of you, "already?" chris teased, his voice breaking off in to a shuddered curse.

he didn't get a response, not a verbal one anyway, only a whiny murmur of his name as your face contorted, the muscles in your thighs that he had spread out around his hips tensing as your orgasm hit - chris doing nothing but continuing to rock his hips, his thumb drawing lazy circles against you as he captured the entire thing on video.

"that's it.. my dirty girl - love you so much,"

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tags 🏷️ @secretlocket @deansbeer @et6rnalsun @isnyv @cupiidk1lls @freshloveee @starzify @chrissturnsfav @inspiredangel @mattsbrowser @chrissweetheart @mattscoatedcock

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can you PLEASE explain how you make your bots?? they’re AMAZING. I need to knowww

yes !! i am not great at explaining things, but i did the best i could !! here is a detailed post on how i make them :) let me know if you have any questions or need help.

ᡣ𐭩 for the picture, i find a picture i like on pinterest and crop it how i want. then i go on picsart and canva to edit the picture how i like—i use the blurring filters on picsart and the aero filter on canva sometimes !!

ᡣ𐭩 as for the greeting, i try to keep it short and sweet yet packed with important information about the dynamic between user and the bot along with a scenario and setting of where user and the bot are.

ᡣ𐭩 for the description of the bot, i write in first person (i, me, my, etc.). this is where i mention their race, eye color, hair color, height, age, and a few personality traits. make sure you speak in simple terms !! it is a lot easier for the ai to understand. for example, don’t say ‘not friendly,’ say ‘unfriendly.’

ᡣ𐭩 to use as reference, this is what the description box of my rapper!chris bots look like:

ᡣ𐭩 the definition is the most important part of making your bot !! this will determine the way the bot acts, the way it responds, and how it speaks.

ᡣ𐭩 in the definition section, i solely only have the bot talk about itself, i don’t use the user dialogue. i write the definition in third person, writing actions and words. i make the bot speak how i want it to, for example, my rapper!chris bot tends to abbreviate words (ex. i am from=m’from or i don’t=ion).

ᡣ𐭩 when the bot speaks about things, i make sure to have it’s actions show how it feels about what it is talking about. for example, if a bot has a bad experience with it’s family, this is how i would write it (using matt’s name as an example): {{char}}: “i don’t really talk much about my family, there’s not much to talk about,” matt mutters, crossing his arms over his chest in a guarded manner, his eyes avoiding yours as a wave of uneasiness and melancholy washes over him.

ᡣ𐭩 in the definition section, i write about the bot’s backstory and traits. where they live, their job, their interests, the dynamic of it and the user, more of their personality, their family, etc. while also showing how they feel about these things with actions.

ᡣ𐭩 though the definition section has a maximum of 32k characters, the bot actually does not remember anything past 3.2k characters. exceeding largely over this limit will cause your bot to forget anything written past the 3.2k mark, so try to keep things short to get more information packed into your bot.

ᡣ𐭩 in the definition section, when the bot speaks about the user, substitute the name as: {{user}}

ᡣ𐭩 basically in the definition box, i act as if the bot is being interviewed about its life and asked questions with no outside dialogue, i only have the bot speak in this section !!

ᡣ𐭩 to use as reference, this is a small part of what the definition looks like for my rapper!chris bots:

i hope this helped !! please don’t hesitate to ask me questions, i’m here to help and i’m so glad you enjoy my bots !! :)

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hushin and rushin - c. sturniolo

blurb, in which reader follows chris to the restroom in the midsts of a wedding reception and it gets a bit chaotic.

"figured you'd follow me," he murmurs against your lips, walking you backwards into the small family restroom of the banquet hall. the soft click of the lock barely registers as his hands find your waist, pulling you close. "you couldn't wait, huh?" his smirk is smug, teasing, like he knows exactly why you're here.

"you're the one who kept staring," you shoot back, voice low, breaking the kiss only to let him lift you up.

but when your back hits the loud, whirring air dryer, you let out an annoyed, hushed, "chris."

he chuckles, the sound rumbling into your skin as he turns and presses you against the opposite tiled wall. "my fault,” he mutters, hands trailing down your back until his fingers graze the crisscross strings of your dress.

you barely have time to breathe before your hands are on his belt, the metal buckle jangling as you tug it loose. he's watching you, jaw clenched, as you kneel in front of him, unzipping his pants and wasting no time. his hand rests against the wall, steadying himself, while the other finds the back of your head, guiding you in rhythm.

"fuck, just like that," he groans, eyes fluttering closed.

but then his hand slips-pushing the lever of the baby changing station. it falls with a clunk, brushing your head just enough to make you flinch.

"shit, baby," he mutters, snickering despite himself. " i ain’t mean to-"

"chris," you grumble, pulling back just slightly, though his hand is already moving to tilt your face back up, an apology still laced through his smirk.

he's quick to pull you up, turning the moment light again as he settles you onto the sink. the porcelain feels cold under your thighs, but it's forgotten the second he pushes your dress up, his hands gripping the soft skin beneath.

he's moving fast, knowing you don't have much time. his lips brush against your neck as he thrusts into you, the sound of your quiet breaths filling the space.

the sudden knock on the door is sharp, startling you both.

"occupied," chris calls out, his voice steady, though his pace picks up.

"chris," you breath, trying to hold back your moans, your fingers curling into his shoulders.

"feels good, huh?" he murmurs, his bracelet brushing against the warm skin of your thigh. the cold sends a shiver through you, and it's enough to push you over the edge, your release crashing through you just as he stills, groaning into your neck.

you're both a little breathless as you fix yourselves, smoothing your clothes and wiping the fog from the mirror.

when the door opens, you step out first, murmuring a small, awkward "sorry," to the family waiting—a woman holding the hands of two toddlers and a baby on her hip.

chris just smirks, his hand finding yours to pull you back toward the reception. "what?" he whispers when you glare at him. "you're the one who followed me."

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begging for a part two🤭

wanting to be filmed while chris fucks you....

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"nah, you're not serious," he chuckled, lowering the headphones from his ears, spinning his gaming chair around to face you. what chris expected was to see you smiling -- nose crinkled up the way it always did as when tried not to laugh, but he didn't see that.

he saw you sitting on his bed, legs crossed with your hands in your lap, a nervous, almost shy expression. "m'serious," you murmured, trying to hide the tremble in your voice as you spoke. "baby—" chris started, swallowing hard as he pulled his headphones off and tossed them onto his desk.

a mix of desire and nervousness washed over you as you watch him stand up from his chair, his feet thudding heavily against the wooden floorboards of his bedroom as he approached. "y'sure? you ain't fuckin' with me, right?"

were you sure about this? for a moment, you remained silent, staring up at him - eyes wide, lips parted as if you were about to speak but nothing came out, until something did.

"yes," you breathed, the one word sending chills down his spine. slowly, you reached your hand out, delicate fingers wrapping around his wrist as you tug him forward. chris follows your movement, closing the remaining distance, his free hand planting down on the bed beside your hip.

his eyes search yours, trying to gauge how you're feeling in the moment but all he can see is that you meant what you said -- that you're practically begging for him to comply. chris hums, gently nudging your chin up as he dips his head down, his lips pressing a soft, almost teasing kiss against the small space under your ear, smirking slightly at the soft gasp you let out.

"gonna let me film you.." he purred, his warm breath fanning across your neck as he pulled his wrist from your hold - raising it to your cheek, fingers curling around your jaw as he dipped your head back further, "while you're all dumb on my cock,"

despite the steadiness of his voice as he spoke, the excitement was clear. "huh.. angel?" chris murmurs, gently tapping your cheek to get your attention. "y-yeah--" you whimper, your body trembling with antipation.

chris chucked, the sound low and deep as he nipped at your earlobe before pulling back, looking down at you, his lips curled up in a devious smirk. "your gonna look so gorgeous on camera," he breathes, his lips crashing against yours before you have the chance to respond.

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tags 🏷️ @secretlocket @deansbeer @et6rnalsun @isnyv @cupiidk1lls @freshloveee @starzify @chrissturnsfav @inspiredangel @mattsbrowser @chrissweetheart

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singer!reader after that car accident https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT2dQbdF1/

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idk if i was supposed to laugh at this but i did🤭that’s so her too

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can we have another face reveal i missed all of them

i’ll post another one soon !!

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i can’t focus on other things thwt aren’t chris

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that car accident ask could be a prompt…

i know !! :) i’m still debating on whether or not i want to write it as a prompt because i have a lot of trauma with car accidents

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what if i js made a podcast episode.JUST ME?? and post it!!

i'd lowk call it "Diors And Dicks"

sounds sick asf i’d be the first viewer🤭