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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
What I will (try) to write:
fluff
romantic/platonic
poly relationships ex: (characterxcharacterxreader)
wk ships!!!
What I will NOT write:
smut (i just don't see them like that, but I will put suggestive warnings)
krattcest (makes me wanna throw up)
I will write any other wk ship EXCEPT chris x zach (im that ships biggest hater ong 🙏🏾😞)
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𝚆𝙺 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚠!
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𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗
headcanons
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𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜
headcanons
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𝙰𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊
nothing yet...
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𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚒
nothing yet...
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𝙹𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚉
nothing yet...
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𝐖𝐊 𝐀𝐔𝐬!
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𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚞
ramble ramble.2 au ask
𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠/𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛/𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑜𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒!!!
⭐Welcome!⭐
~✰~ Hey! I'm Celeste, my pronouns are she/her, and I'm 19! My blog is going to be strictly Sturniolo related for now!
~✰~ What should you expect? I am a Chratt girl I can't choose. I will be eventually writing Fics, one shots, blurbs, snippets, imagines etc... Chris or Matt only. I will NOT be writing smut Fics about Nick. Expect a lot of smut, and angst. I can also get behind some fluff, plot building, so we'll see where that takes us:)
✰~ Some of my interests: Sturniolo triplets, Billie Eilish, Music, Art, Writing, Movies & Shows, Ukulele, Piano, and much more.
~✰~ Music: Billie Eilish, Lana Del Rey, Clario, Montell Fish, Frank Ocean, Mac Miller, Tyler the Creator, The Neighborhood, Dominick Fike, Radiohead, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Cigarettes After Sex, Hotel Ugly, Steve Lacy, Wallows, Mac DeMarco... I could go on for ages, so I'll stop here.
~✰~ Feel free say anything in my inbox! Whether it be about the Triplets, writing requests, music, questions, or an insane thought you have I wanna hear it! I want my blog to be a safe space for anyone who want to interact with meツ
⭐Masterlist⭐
⋆｡°✩-Chris-✩°｡⋆ ⭒coming soon
⋆｡°✩-Matt-✩°｡⋆ ⭒coming soon
⋆｡°✩-Chratt-✩°｡⋆ ⭒coming soon
introducing..
໑ 70s DOUCHEBAG CHRIS
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who is the self-appointed king of his high school. He revels in tormenting underclassmen, making them run errands or embarrass themselves for his amusement.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who never misses an opportunity to mention he’s a senior, even in completely unrelated conversations.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who drives a 1971 Chevy Chevelle he’s named “Eclipse,” which he constantly brags about but treats terribly.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who always the loudest guy at every party, either hogging the aux cord to play Dark Side of the Moon or challenging someone to a keg stand.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who flirts shamelessly, leaning into his “asshole” image. He’ll toss out lines like, “Why are you with that guy when you could have someone like me?”
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who’s success rate is higher than it should be, much to the frustration of his peers.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who will say things like, “You know, time is just a construct, man,” while ignoring that he’s failing history class.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who has an “intellectual” side where he quotes Pink Floyd lyrics as if they’re his original thoughts.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who keeps a beat-up notebook hidden in his car where he scrawls angsty poems inspired by Wish You Were Here. He’d never admit it, but they’re mostly about a girl who rejected him sophomore year.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who despite his bravado, Chris is secretly dreading leaving high school. The real world scares him, and he has no idea what he wants to do.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who knows every lyric from The Wall and will fight anyone who says it’s overrated. He once got detention for arguing with a teacher who claimed Led Zeppelin was better.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who has lost more money than he’d care to admit betting on street races or card games. His friends joke that he has “negative luck.”
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who never admit it, Chris has a few Bee Gees records tucked behind his Pink Floyd collection. He sometimes dances to Stayin’ Alive when he’s alone in his room.
DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who whether it’s for pizza, gas, or concert tickets, Chris is notorious for saying, “I’ll get you back,” and then never following through.
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Snaps you would send/ receive from Bf! Chris:
A/n: This is my first official post and it's not what I had originally planned, but I hope you guys enjoy. Inspired by Chris new snapchat and insta posts.
⚠️Warnings: Slightly suggestive but overall not really smutty.
Bf! Chris x Poc! Reader (tried to include all races).
Lemme know if you guys want a Matt version as well.
i know i should be writing scarlet instead of this (i promise im cooking tho) but how much would u guys enjoy like all the stuff behind y/n and chris?? I'm thinking album covers and spotify, instagram and stuff.
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
Touch Starved
Summary: Chris has been away for weeks and when he finally returns, he can't keep his hands to himself. Warnings: suggestive material, use of y/n Word count: 700
It had been two weeks since Chris had left for tour, and the separation was starting to take its toll. The messages, the calls, the video chats—they were all sweet, but nothing compared to being in the same room as him, feeling his presence, his warmth, his touch. The absence of him was starting to gnaw at you.
When Chris finally came back home, you knew it wouldn't be long before he was at your door, his scent and warmth filling the room, replacing the emptiness he'd left behind.
The moment you opened the door, he was on you, arms pulling you into his chest with a sense of urgency that sent your heart racing.
His lips pressed against yours in a kiss so desperate, so full of need that it made you dizzy.
He stepped back, his eyes searching your face, but his hands didn’t leave your body, tracing the familiar curves like he was reacquainting himself with something he had been starved for. His voice was thick with longing when he spoke, "I need you," he rasped. "I need you right now."
You swallowed hard, caught in the intensity of his gaze. "I thought you’d be tired," you whispered, though your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving the connection as much as he did.
Chris shook his head, a soft growl escaping his lips. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Not once.” His hands roamed down to your waist, his thumbs brushing the skin exposed by your shirt, leaving shivers in their wake. "I need to feel you."
The urgency in his voice and the way his hands tightened on you made it impossible to resist. You could feel his need, raw and undeniable. His lips found your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, his hands pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
You let out a breath, trying to catch your bearings, but the moment he kissed you again, all coherent thoughts left your mind. Your body responded instinctively, pressing into him, hands running through his hair, pulling him closer.
"Missed you so much," he muttered between kisses, his voice was strained, as if saying the words was the only way to hold himself together.
You didn’t need words. You could feel the ache in his touch, the desperation in the way his hands gripped you. The space between you had been too wide for too long, and now he was closing it, pouring all his pent up frustration, longing, and love into every movement.
He pushed you gently against the wall, lips still capturing yours with intensity. His hands slid under your shirt, skimming over your skin, as if reacquainting himself with every inch of you.
"Let me love you Y/N," he whispered, voice trembling with need. "Let me remind you how much you mean to me."
With a soft sigh, you nodded, already moving to pull him closer, hands desprately undoing the buttons of his shirt. The moment was dizzying—like the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of you, craving the touch you had both been deprived of.
As the minutes passed, the urgency only grew. Clothes were discarded, and soon there was nothing but the heat of his body against yours, his hands everywhere, caressing, kneading, claiming.
Each touch was like a promise, each kiss a reminder of everything you had both missed.
Chris’s lips found your ear, his voice low and rough. "I'm going to make up for every second I’ve been gone," he murmured, as his hands guided you toward the bed. "I'm going to show you just how much I need you."
But now that he was back, he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.
guys im sorry I would go further but I am terrified to write smut because it would be so bad. I guess if anyone has tips you should share them🤠
♡Scarlet - Part 1♡
Warnings: use of Y/N Word count: 800
Y/N’s life looked perfect from the outside.
A platinum-selling popstar by 21, her face was plastered on billboards, magazines, and perfume ads. She had a smile people called america’s sweetheart and a wardrobe curated to match—every outfit was coordinated and perfected, delicate bows, nothing too bold, too controversial. She was the music industry’s golden girl, the dream they packaged and sold to the world.
But behind the staged interviews and perfectly scripted moments, she was exhausted.
"Sit up straight. Smile more. Don’t laugh too loudly." Her manager’s voice rang in her ears even when he wasn’t there. It had been like this since she was sixteen, when her first single blew up and the industry decided she was their next barbie doll.
She wasn’t allowed to post without approval. Her interviews were filtered. Her dating life? Nonexistent. Or rather it was all manufactured for PR—fake relationships, fake drama, all controlled to keep the fake fans invested but never too invested.
"Scandals ruin careers," they told her. "You’re not like those other artists. You have a brand to protect."
And she had listened. For years, she listened.
Even now, sitting in the back of a sleek black SUV on her way to a meeting, she could hear the same lecture coming.
"We have to talk about your image," her manager, Seth, started from the passenger seat. His clipboard sat on his lap, covered in notes she wasn’t allowed to see yet.
"Your last interview was good, but the fans are picking up on some… discrepancies."
Y/N sighed and adjusted the black satin bow in her hair. "Discrepancies?"
"Yes. You hesitated when they asked about your love life. You need to be more firm when denying rumors. The last thing we want is people thinking you’re sneaking around with someone."
She bit the inside of her cheek. "But I’m not sneaking around with anyone."
"Exactly," Seth said. "So let’s keep it that way."
Her grip tightened around her phone. It wasn’t just dating. It was everything. What she wore, what she posted, even how she spoke—all filtered through a team that saw her less as a person and more as a product.
She wanted to scream.
Instead, she smiled. Nodded. Pretended she didn’t feel the walls closing in.
Chris Sturniolo however, didn’t pretend for anyone.
If Y/N’s life was perfectly polished, Chris’s was the opposite—chaotic and unfiltered
A rapper who built his career from scratch, he was raw talent with a reckless mouth. The industry hated that they couldn’t control him, and he loved pissing them off.
He didn’t play by their rules.
He spoke without thinking, called out fake bullshit in interviews, and ignored every PR crisis his team begged him to address. The fans loved it. The brands? Not so much.
"Chris you gotta stop picking fights on X," his manager, Josh sighed as they walked into the studio.
"You’re already on thin ice with nike after that last stunt."
Chris scoffed, pushing open the door. "Bro they started it. I’m not gonna sit there and let some upper class business puppet talk shit about me."
Josh rubbed his temples. "You called him an upper class business puppet first."
"And?"
Chris didn’t care. He didn’t need sponsorships. He had music—real music. He wasn’t some label manufactured star who needed to be told what to say or how to act. He wrote his own lyrics, controlled his own sound, and if people had a problem with that, well they could go fuck themselves.
"You remember that popstar chick I told you about?" Josh cut in, changing the subject before Chris could go on another rant.
Chris raised a brow. "Which one?"
"The one your label wants you to collab with. Y/N Y/L/N."
Chris stopped walking.
Her?
The name wasn’t unfamiliar. He had seen her everywhere—perfect smile, perfect outfits, music that dominated the charts. She was the type of artist the industry loved to control.
Chris smirked. "They seriously think me and her make sense?"
Josh sighed. "It’s strategic. She’s pop’s prized posession, you’re the industry’s problem child. People eat up that contrast."
Chris chuckled, shaking his head. He knew how this game worked. Pairing them together wasn’t about making good music—it was about making headlines.
"Whatever," he said, pulling out his phone. "As long as the song’s fire, I don’t care." But deep down he was a little curious.
Chris was about to find out if there was anything real beneath that polish.
𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
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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…
the tattoos… the body… the hands… the veins…😍
the eyes… the hands… the veins 😍
I want to sit on their faces so bad!! I want to feel the scruff from their beards between my thighs
I’d honestly let them do me at the same time 🤭
My sizing kink is coming out.. I just wanna sit on his lap and see my legs between his 🥹 He’s also giving daddy energy 😮💨
Chris (Hell Of A Summer) X Reader Ideas For You!
• Chris (hell of a summer)
• Y/n L/n
Movie Plot….
CHRIS (HELL OF A SUMMER) X READER
(you can also add Jason Hochberg and do a poly version of these ideas just a suggestion!)
Chris X Ghostface!Reader
Chris X Sadistic!Reader
Chris X Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer)
Chris X Female!Micheal Myers!Reader (your Micheal Myers from Halloween kills…but female)
Chris X Deadite Ellie!Reader (Deadite Ellie from evil dead rise 2023)
Chris X Enchantress!Reader (Enchantress from suiside squad)
Chris X Agatha Harkness!Reader (Agatha Harkness from Wanda vision)
Chris X Veronica Mayday!Reader (Veronica mayday from helluva boss)
Chris X Nancy Downs!Reader (Nancy downs from the craft)
Chris X Harley Quinn!Reader (Harley Quinn from Birds of prey 2020)
Chris X Yandere!Reader
Chris X Russian!Reader
Chris X Ahmanet!Reader
Chris X Raven!Reader (Raven aka Rachel Roth from Titians 2018)
Chris X Scarlet Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers just like Wanda Maximoff)
Chris X Wednesday!Reader (Wednesday portrayed by Jenna Ortega)
Chris X Cruella!Reader (Cruella portrayed by Emma stone)
Chris X Female!Cartoon Cat!Reader (cartoon cat created by Trevor henderson…but female version)
Chris X Female!Ink bendy!Reader (ink bendy from bendy and the ink machine but female version)
Chris X Twisted Alice!Reader (Twisted Alice from bendy and the dark revival)
Chris X Catwomen!Reader (Catwomen portrayed by Hallie berry)
Chris X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent from maleficent mistress of evil)
Chris X Carrie White!Reader
Chris X Na’vi!Reader
Chris X Siren!Reader
Chris X British!Reader
Chris X Australian!Reader
Chris X Ghost!Reader
Chris X Jennifer Check!Reader (Jennifer check from Jennifer’s body)
Chris X Singer!Reader
Chris X Violinist!Reader
Chris X Telekinesis!Reader (Your telekinesis is as powerful as Carrie white)
Chris X Blind!Reader (Your not a normal blind your a Toph beifong kind of blind)
Chris X Demon!Reader
Chris X Mute!Reader
Chris X Deaf!Reader
Chris X Chorkinesis!Reader (plant manipulation)
Chris X Pyrokinesis!Reader (fire manipulation)
Chris X Sapphire Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but dark royal blue color not red)
Chris X Amethyst Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but purple not red)
Chris X Golden Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but golden yellow not red)
Chris X Emerald Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but emerald green not red)
Chris X Rose Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but dark maroon pink not red)
Chris X Amber Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but Amber Orange not red)
Chris X Succubus!Reader
Chris X Gothic!Reader
Chris X Emotionless!Reader
Chris X Electrokinesis!Reader (Electricity manipulation)
Chris X Hydrokinesis!Reader (Water manipulation)
Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel aka carol danvers)
Chris X Diana Lance!Reader (Black Canary aka Diana Lance from birds of prey 2020)
Chris X Tall!Reader
Chris X Dimitrescu!Reader (basically lady Dimitrescu!reader)
Chris X Photokinesis!Reader (light manipulation)
Chris X Deadite!Girlfriend!Reader (like Deadite Elle from evil dead rise 2023)
Chris X Male!Reader
Chris X Male!Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer)
Chris X Fearless!Reader
Chris X Vampire!Reader (Inspired by Abigail lazar from Abigail 2024)
Chris X Werewolf!Reader (Inspired by Carolyn stoddard from dark shadows 2012)
Chris X Feral!Werewolf!Reader
Chris X Sadistic!Siren!Reader
Chris X Pure Evil!Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail 2024)
Chris X Female!Avatar!Reader (You have all of Aang’s powers Aang from the last airbender)
Chris x Punk!Reader
Chris X Firebender!Reader
Chris X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent but with dark blue powers not green)
Chris X Nezuko!Reader (Nezuko from demon slayer)
Chris X Daki!Reader (Daki from demon slayer)
Chris X Female!Ghostrider!Reader
Chris X Waterbender!Reader
Chris X Earthbender!Reader
Chris X Male!Harley Quinn!Reader
Chris X Male!Ahmanet!Reader
Chris X Male!Enchantress!Reader
Chris X Male!Maleficent!Reader
Chris X Male!Veronica Mayday!Reader
Chris X Female!Alastor!Reader (Alastor from Hazbin hotel but female version….you also have a human form)
Chris X Angelrider!Reader (Ghostrider)
Chris X Yandere!Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer, and your a Yandere for chris)
Chris X Male!Scarlet Witch!Reader
Chris X Male!Rachel Roth!Reader
Chris X Billie Eilish!Reader
Chris X Jinx!Reader (jinx from arcane)
Chris X Sadistic!Mermaid!Reader
Chris X Famous!Singer!Reader
Chris X Harley Quinn!Reader (Harley Quinn from suiside squad 2)
Chris X Na’vi!Reader (instead of being blue like the rest of the na’vi your a dark violet purple color and your eyes are emerald green)
Chris X Famous!Guitarist!Reader
Chris X Deadite Bridget!Reader (Deadite Bridget from evil dead rise 2023)
Chris X Celebrity!Actress!Reader
Chris X Ravenna!Reader (you have powers like Ravenna and you act like her Ravenna from the huntsman winters war)
Chris X Lindsey Stirling!Reader
Chris X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail lazar from Abigail 2024)
Chris X Vampire!Sammy!Reader (Vampire Sammy from Abigail 2024)
Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel powers but dark royal blue)
Chris X Kandarian Demon!Reader (the kind of demons that possessed Ellie and Bridget in evil dead rise 2023)
Chris X Darkness Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but black not red)
Chris X Femboy!Reader
Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel powers but violet purple)
Chris X Chimera!Reader (a chimera is a creature from Greek mythology)
(I can only put 10 audios max so here’s three more songs…Type O Negative - Love You To Death,…..Neon Jump By Phonk Killer and PHOROMANE…., and Split by Yeat..Slowed version)
Hell Of A Summer (what songs I think match the vibe)
Summary….
Songs I think goes well with the vibe….
And Y/n…
