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stellarsturns · 8 months ago

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😘😘😘

── CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE? 🐈‍⬛

you were supposed to be out the door fifteen minutes ago — but chris had other plans the second he saw you in that little fuckin’ catwoman costume. the way the black latex perfectly hugged your every curve, yeah, there was no way he was letting you leave without a little reminder of who was gonna be taking it off of you later tonight.

however, you also had other plans in mind as your batman now laid beneath you. his hands tied together with the whip that came with the costume, the same one he had planned to use on you after the party.

your eyes flickered between chris’ as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his eyebrows knitting tighter together by the second with the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

your hand wrapped nicely around his cock as your thumb brushed circles over his throbbing tip, his stomach clenching with every swipe against his slit. “fu— fuck jus’ like that” he panted under his breath, his head beginning to roll back into the pillow with hooded lids.

his mouth parted open with desperate groans as you sat on his thighs. your hand wrapped around his jaw as the pad of your thumb roughly pushed across his bottom lip. “yeah baby? just like that?” you whispered, your lips curled into a sweet smile as your other hand continued to glide up and down his pulsing cock with the help of your saliva. “feels good?”

he simply nodded his head, his eyes and thoughts completely fogged over with lust as he looked up at you. that same sweet smile playing on your lips as you continued to messily brush your thumb across his mouth, pushing between his lips as he immediately nipped and sucked at the skin of your finger.

chris bit at your nail as your other hand gently wrapped tighter around his cock, your pace getting faster with every stroke. using your thumb between his teeth as a silencer against the moans fighting to leave his mouth.

“my sweet boy” you laughed softly as he looked up at you with that same dazed stare. you pulled your thumb out from between his teeth and used your hand to brush away the wet post-shower curls beginning to slick against his forehead. your eyes scanned his face as he watched your every move, his lips parted open as pleasure and desire consumed his expression — too overwhelmed to form an actual sentence.

his hips desperately bucking up into your palm as his gaze flickered down between your fingers wrapped around him and your eyes up above him. with every stroke up your thumb continued to rub circles against his leaking slit, sending him into overdrive as his eyebrows drew closer together. his breaths low and heavy as he pursed his lips with every groan, knowing he was getting closer to his climax with each pump, letting a rough, nearly pained, hum out in it’s place.

“what’s wrong baby?” you asked sweetly, your tone just above a whisper as you watched him begin to gently squirm beneath your touch. leaning farther down into his chest as your lips hovered above his ear, you gently nibbled at the lobe “cat got your tongue?” you whispered softly, your hand continuing to work up and down around his cock beneath you. god, he wanted nothing more than to tear the whip bounding his wrists together and completely tear into you but the overwhelming pleasure had his body almost completely numb.

chris’ lips finally parted open as he let out short, breathy pants “fuck you’re so hot” he groaned shakily, his eyes squeezing shut as his stomach began to sporadically twitch.

“good boy” you hummed softly with a smile, planting kisses against his jawline as your hand began to swirl around his cock with a firm grip.

“shit, like that, keep going, don’t stop — don’t stop” he moaned quickly under his breath, tossing his head back with eyes shut as he desperately fucked up between your palm and into your closed fist. “don’t stop” he nearly whined between breathy profanities, his cock twitching with every stroke as he finally released his load with a long drawled out moan, the warm liquid pumping down your hand and over his strained stomach.

“that’s it pretty boy — make a mess for me” you whispered, your hand still gently stroking up and down his length, only causing his abdomen to twitch even more. “fuck” he groaned again, catching his breath as you slowly pumped at his every last drop.

“goddamn” he huffed as you released your grip around his cock “so messy” you giggled softly, slowly swiping your tongue flat against the side of your hand coated in his seed.

“yeah?” he chuckled, his eyes still dazed and hooded as he stared up at you “come wrap those pretty thighs ‘round my face and i’ll make make an even bigger one.” he groaned, nodding his head back with a low tone as he gently tugged at the whip around his wrists. knowing damn well neither of you were going anywhere without another round first — his turn to make your back arch like a cat.

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stellarsturns · 8 months ago

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what drama

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stellarsturns · 8 months ago

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so underrated like damnnn EATTTT

ghostface christopher.

you let out a breathy moan as he roughly grabs your hips, slamming into you with deep, powerful thrusts. the cool plastic of the ghost face mask presses against your upper back as his large hands trace your curves.

he grips your hair, pulling your head back as he continues his relentless pace, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again. his other hand snakes around to roughly grope your breast, tweaking and tugging at your nipple. you whimper out in mixture of pleasure and pain, your fingers gripping the sheets. he growls low in his throat, the sound muffled by the mask — still intensely arousing.

he maintains his dominant grip on your hair, using it as leverage to pound into you even harder from behind. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room along with your desperate moans.

you reach back, your arms shaking with exertion as you try to push against his hip, seeking some semblance of control. "too much.." you gasp out between pants. in response, he tightens his hold on your hair and grabs both your wrists, pinning them to your lower back.

"you wanted it rough, remember?" he rasps from behind the mask, his voice taking on an almost supernatural edge. he releases your wrists to deliver a stinging slap to your backside, then immediately rubs the heat in. "you can take it,"

you yelp at the sharp sting, a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting straight to your core. he takes advantage of your momentary distraction to redouble his efforts, hips slapping against your ass with bruising force as he hilts inside you over and over.

his hands spread your cheeks apart, exposing you even more to his merciless rhythm. you bury your face in the pillow to muffle your cries as he stretches you to the limit, each prod pushing you closer to the edge.

he leans over you, blank mask filling your vision as he growls filthily in your ear. His words combined with the brutal pace have you teetering on the brink. your walls flutter and clench around him desperately.

he opts on slowing his pace, torturously dragging out the suspense as he runs a finger down your spine. you arch your back, pressing into his touch, eager for more. he chuckles darkly, knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

his finger reaches the small of your back and he presses down, forcing your hips to arch up to meet his thrusts. the new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. "just like that," he groans, speeding up again.

"come for me," he demands, his voice muffled by the mask but no less commanding. he rears back and spanks you hard, the sharp pain mixing with the intense pleasure of his heavy thrusts. you shatter around him, your vision going white as you moan his name.

he grunts satisfactorily behind you, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he continues to thrust through the aftershocks of your release. he burying himself to the hilt and finding his own release with a low groan.

collapsing forward, he cages you beneath his heavy body. his breath is hot against your neck as he nuzzles the side of your face through the mask. "stay like that," he murmurs, trying to catch his breath. you nod weakly, limbs heavy and spent as you lie draped beneath him.

he pulls out of you gently, both of you wincing at the separation. he reaches up to pull off the mask, revealing his face. his jaw is tight as he looks down at you, gripping your thigh reassuringly. "you alright, ma?"

"mhm," you manage to breathe out, still draped bonelessly on the bed. he traces soothing circles on your thigh, gaze roaming over your back appreciatively. he leans down, pressing a soft, gentle kiss between your shoulder blades.

"you're so pretty," he murmurs, running a hand reverently down your spine. "so responsive, so sensitive," he helps you flip over, his touch tender as he cleans you up with a nearby, clean cloth.

he nuzzles into your neck, claiming you as his own with a possessive sigh. "mine," he repeats, the word vibrating against your skin. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as if he's afraid you might disappear if he lets go. "so fucking mine,"

©sturnlucent

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stellarsturns · 8 months ago

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ur getting it tonight holy fuck

Impatient

☆ a fratboy!chris sturniolo blurb...

with a blunt in one hand and his fingers hooked under your panties with the other, chris' pace remained deliberate and unforgiving, his tip prodding at your g-spot with each stroke. he listened to you whine with satisfactory hums, loving the way your ass would bounce off his pelvis with a snapping sound. "juuss' like that, mama, you got it," he cooed, his tone emitting the slightest bit of praise when he felt you begin to fuck yourself back onto his cock.

when you'd barged into chris' room randomly, all whiny about how much you need him and babbling on about the pictures he'd postes on instagram only half an hour prior, having practically ran past all the other people hanging out in the frat house to get to him, he didn't even bother putting out his blunt when you climbed on top of him. your impatience even lead to him having to hold your panties aside while he worked your seeping pussy, the dark blue lace all soiled with your juices.

you moaned into his sheets, face smushed into them as you tugged and squeezed the fabric for dear life. his hips came to a halt, allowing you to get off on him exactly the way you liked it. with his size, you barely even had to move for his dick to bring you to the edge, but you wanted all of him— pulling him out all the way to his tip before pushing yourself back into him.

he took a long drag from the blunt, humming into it when he felt your gummy walls massaging his length. he took it from his lips, planning to allowed the smoke to really hit him, only for him to begin coughing it up with a particularly rough snap again him. "ahn... chris–!" you hissed.

"s-shit, mama, y'close?" he groaned rhetorically, knowing by your whines and whimpers that your pretty little pussy was begging to cum around him.

smirking as you nod frantically, trembling and desperate for release, he leans over you slightly to put out the blunt and set it in his rolling tray beside your guys' bodies. his grip on your underwear tightens, tugging on them as much as he could without ripping them right off of you. a firm hand comes down on your ass, then kneeding the plush skin to ease the pain as he talks through his teeth: "i'm not," he speaks bluntly, grunting a bit.

"huh?" you gasp out as his movements start up again.

he chuckles, free hand now sliding up the curve of your ass to push you further into the bed, making you arch more than you though was possible. "you can't cum 'til i do," he replies, hips snapping to meet your body, eliciting mewls and whines from you, "milk me, mama. take what's yours."

against your body's warnings, you obey his words— bouncing to fuck his cock and chase both of your guys' orgasms. the squeals and mewling moans flying from your lips have chris levitating with self-satisfaction, ego growing with each pleasured noise. "ohh mama, y'got it," he praised, his thrusts meeting your movements as he felt it getting harder and harder for him to hold back.

a few groans and grunts came from his throat, head tilting back in pure bliss. he smiled at all the tingling sensations his felt with your pussy clenching so hard around him, daring to cum without his say so, as his high only added to the pleasure. "chris please," you begged, forcing him out of his own thoughts as his head snapped down to look at your pleading face again.

"do it," he finally said, pushing one final thrust into you to fill you up to a hilt. he filled you up with a few moans of his own as you began creaming around him, completely out of breath when you felt him slowly fucking his cum into you.

"You know I'm faded / Heart shape and I love that."

w/c : 656

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stellarsturns · 9 months ago

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I miss you 💖

miss you more 💞

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stellarsturns · 9 months ago

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my cats name is pumpkin, bye.. CRYING RN

okay can you make a sad blurb with chris x younger!reader where reader's emotional support cat goes missing and they find her dead in the middle of the road with chris, reader has a panic attack finding out she was ran over? okay im sorry if this was really sad the same thing just happened to me and i see no grief blurbs on here so i just asked, love you! <3

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀one day at a time. 𔘓

꩜ warnings: death, panic attack, angst, grief.

꩜ synopsis: pumpkin is your emotional support animal, you call your boyfriend chris after didn't find her. unfortunately, you found her in a bad state.

It's been a couple hours since the last time you saw Pumpkin, your cat. Sometimes she hides herself to sleep, but he always comes running to you when you call her. After searching for her in the whole house, you started to worry, she's not even in his favorite places to sleep. Your cuticles were already burning, you couldn't stop chewing your nails nervously, Pumpkin has been missing for hours, this makes your heart race and fill your mind with awful thoughts.

You sit on the couch, reaching for your phone on the coffee table, your trembling fingers quickly searching for your boyfriend contact. Chris has been in a meeting for his brand, if it wasn't for your missing cat, you wouldn't call him, but you starting to feel too anxious. Pumpkin is your emotional support animal, you adopted her after your therapist recommended it. You love her so much, she's your company in your daily activities, being without her is hurtful.

“Hey, doll. I'm on a five minute break, I need to be back soon. Do you need something?”

“I can't find Pumpkin, it's been hours since the last time I saw her. She's not under my bed, nor in my laundry basket! I'm calling her, offering treats, but she's not coming.” You say, sounding desperate and her voice cracking. Chris could hear the fear in your voice, he knows how Pumpkin is important to you. Last summer, she hid herself under the couch and the fifteen minutes you spent trying to find her was enough to make you sob.

Hours were too much, but you were distracted with your job and didn't realize Pumpkin wasn't on her bed. With tears pricking in your waterline, the shake on your hands became worse and painful sobs erupt from your throat.

“I’m on my way, okay? But I need you to breathe f’me, doll. Can you do this?” Chris says, his slow voice helping you to relax a bit. You nod, even though he couldn't see you, with your eyes closed, you take deep shaky breaths the way you always do with Chris. You try to put on your mind positive thoughts, the negative ones would only make your anxiety worse.

“Please, hurry.” You whisper with a weak voice.

The breath exercises help you to stay calm until Chris arrives. When you hear the door unlock, you open your eyes and run towards the front door. Chris hugs your waist, pulling you close to his body, caressing your back with his fingertips. The tears you were trying to hold started to fall when you smell his scent and lay your head on his chest.

“It's okay, we're going to find her, doll.” Chris holds your chin, lifting your head and then pressing his lips on your forehead. He massages your arms, knowing you're feeling scared and anxious, he wants to carry you on his arms and fill you with kisses and caring, but this would not bring Pumpkin back. “Let's check the house again, ‘kay?” He cups your cheeks, cleaning the fat tears with his thumbs. You nod, leaning your head to rest the forehead on his shoulder.

Once again, you reach for Pumpkin on every corner of the house, this time with Chris' help. He could lift the furniture that you can't, but no sign of Pumpkin. Chris moves you towards the kitchen when he felt you were getting agitated again, he handed you a glass of water. He knows you're worried, but he can't find Pumpkin if you're having an anxiety attack. Chris rests his hand on your chest and the other embracing your waist, massaging your skin covered with one of his T-shirts.

“We're gonna look for her outside now, maybe she's lost in the backyard.” Chris mutters, an upset pout forms on your lips and you start to shake your head. Pumpkin never goes outside, you always check the door before leaving and never let them open for too long. Chris holds the glass, taking it from your hand before you drop accidently.

“Pumpkin never goes outside, Chris!” You sob, Chris takes a deep breath, holding your hands and putting them against his chest.

“I know, babydoll.” He says patiently, offering a gentle smile. Chris kisses the back of your hands, then massages with his thumbs. “You need to trust me, Y/N.”

You bite your lower lip, fighting against your tears, but you nodded, taking deep breaths trying to calm down. Chris gives you a peck on your lips, he handles you towards the front door, he's feeling the trembling of your body. His fingertips massaging your shoulder when he opens the door, you step out reluctantly, feeling scared with the idea of Pumpkin lost outside. Chris calls for her, screaming her name and making noises to attract her attention, you call for her too, but your voice sounds weaker and lower than Chris.

You both looked for her in the backyard, but she wasn't anywhere. Then, Chris decided to look for her on the street, one block after you house, your eyes caught something on the road. The color drained of your face, suddenly your legs feel weak and you feel like you could fall, you run towards the little animal in the middle of the road. The white fur, the little pink nose and the pink collar with the pendant with her name. Pumpkin.

You kneeled down, the tears falling endlessly from your eyes, they're already red and puffy. You touch her little body with your fingertips, trying to wake her up. Chris kneeled down behind you, biting his lower lip already noticing what's happening, he felt his eyes glassy.

“We need to take her to the vet, she's suffering!” You cry out, looking at Chris, trying desperately to catch the air. Chris didn't know what to do seeing you in that state, he wasn't expecting to find Pumpkin like that. He touches your shoulders, but you shake your head. “Chris, c'mon!”

“Y/N, babydoll, please.” Chris says, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him. You stare at his eyes for a couple seconds until you realize what he's trying to say. There's nothing to do, it is too late to save her. More loud sobs erupt from your throat, sounding so painful. Chris holds your body hardly, he closes his eyes, not wanting to look at Pumpkin. “I'm sorry, doll. I'm so sorry.”

And then you start to feel guilty. Pumpkin just went out, because you didn't pay attention, probably when you opened the door early to receive a door dash. You lift your heavy head, your hair sticking in your face because of the tears and the sweat. Chris tries to pull you close again, but you refuse, shaking your head feeling dizzy.

“It's my fault.” You murmur, avoiding looking at Pumpkin, it's so hurtful to face the reality. Chris shakes his head, massaging your shoulder to catch your attention. You push his hand, holding your head with your hands and pulling your hair off your face.

“It's not your fault, it was an accident.” Chris says, but you shake your hand and lift from the ground. Chris follows you, he cups your cheeks trying to make you look at him. Fat tears rolling down on your face, trying desperately to breathe, Chris moves his hands to your shoulders, squeezing lightly. “Y/N, you need to breathe. Can you do this f’me, doll?”

You shake your head, trying to push Chris away, but he gently holds your arms. You try to look at Pumpkin, but Chris stops you.

“Let's do just like we always do, okay? It's gonna help you.” Chris brushes your hair off your face, he holds your hands and takes deep breaths and you slowly start to do the same. He massages your hands while you follow his movements.

After a minute, you feel the panic dissipating, but not the pain of losing a dear animal. When your eyes start to fill with tears again, you run in stumbling back home, Chris wants to follow you, but he's trying to figure out what to do with Pumpkin. At least he knows your not in panic anymore, but he still feel lost.

Chris entered home before almost an hour, he looked for you in the living room and the kitchen, but you were probably in your room. Chris finds you laying on the bed, covered with your favorite blanket and your body shaking. He climbs on the bed, not wanting to scare you, Chris caresses your arm and puts himself under the blanket. He pulls you closer, letting you be his small spoon.

“What happened to her?” You ask, sniffing and turning to look at Chris. He caresses your forehead, brushing your hair from your face, he gives you a sad smile.

“I called the vet, they came here to catch her until you decide what you want to do.” Chris explains, you nod lowering your eyes. He kisses your forehead, pressing his lips on your skin for a couple seconds. “It was an accident, doll. It's not your fault.”

“I don't want to talk, my head hurts now.” You murmur, your voice slowly cracking again. Chris nods, this time kissing your lips quickly. You do the thing you always do, you push Chris’ to lay on his back and climb his body, laying your head on the crook of his neck. “Don’t leave me.” You whisper.

“I'll never leave you, doll.” Chris whispers back. He holds your body, covering you with the blanket.

Saying goodbye to Pumpkin was hard to you, you spent a week crying in your room, but Chris stayed all these days by your side. You decided to bury her in an animal cemetery, so you could visit her and bring flowers. Dealing with the grief wasn't easy, but Chris makes your days a bit better until you feel good once again. One day at a time, that's what he says.

꩜ chérie's notes: im sorry for taking to long to answer this request. and im really sorry this happened to you, i hope you find some comfort reading this story, love <3

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