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@et6rnalsun
BITCHES SEE ME AND THEY PANIC ⠀✶ @et6rnalsun call me fra. ( moan it ) she / her nineteen writer … big ass && tattooed body future millionaire 最悪な
( ｡෧ / masterlists keep up with my shit: showin’ what’s mine — rafe fuckin’ topper’s girlfriend . . . MAINLY RAFE CAM
hi all !! i don’t talk about followers publicly anymore, as i don’t want that to be a focus on my account, and i know some people can get a little weird about it, but i woke up this morning to have met a personal milestone. i’m going to keep this celebration as short as possible, though i do wish i could rant and rant about how much i love you all, because i have a busy day ahead of me, so please bare with me.
that said, i want to thank each any every single person who’s got me to where i am now — mutuals, anons (with or without emojis), and literally just anyone who has ever interacted and supported me in my year on tumblr. though it’s really just a ‘silly number’, it doesn’t completely feel that way to me; i feel very loved in my community, even through hard times, and hope others feel just as loved by me. i’m blessed to have so many people both enjoy and contribute to my creativity, and honestly find it so mind blowing that my work has amassed so many people.
i’ve built so many connections, including uber meaningful ones with people i believe will be my friends for life. i cannot stress enough how extremely grateful i am to feel so loved. with that, i want to give a special thank you to those connections:
@sturnioz, @readsick, @sosasturns, @k4yd1, @malsmind, @lsdchris, @loverboysturn, @hysterichues, @mattbernards, @55sturn, @777freshlove, @chrisssiren, @chrismalfoy, @delilahsturniolo, @st7rnioioss, @sturnsrecord, @ifwdominicfike, @mattsstarlet, @sturnslutz, @et6rnalsun, @spookysturnz, @sturniverse, @silverspringsstare, @passionfruitchris, @sturnsflirt, @overlygoin, @zurzolosgirl, @yonkersmatt, @mattslutt, @slushysturniolo, @sturnspup, @angelysturns, @strnilolover
and, like i said, thank you !!! i probably wouldn’t even still be writing if it weren’t for you guys. you all truly keep me motivated, and i majorly enjoy everyone’s investments (big or small) in my work. every positive anon i get is never taken for granted. any au asks i get aren’t taken for granted, especially considering how much they help me build the world. and, of course, every like, reply, reblog, etc is never taken for granted either ! i love everything you guys do, and i love you every single of of you. i mean it when i say i really wouldn’t be where i am now without you 🩶
finding out ex!bf!rafe has a new girlfriend
cw: inspired by the song “traitor” by olivia rodrigo, angst, emotional betrayal, guilt, ex!gf!reader
“y/n, you’re glowing,” stacy giggled, clinking her glass against yours. but you knew she was lying. still, you tried to let the music and laughter drown out the ache in your chest, but no amount of joking around or sweet talk could wash away the pain. not today.
the country club was busy, and you were doing your best to pretend you were fine. that you were whole again. you even forced yourself to laugh from time to time.
you were about to order another drink when the big glass doors opened and rafe stepped in and your breath caught. rafe looked annoyingly perfect in his open collar shirt, that confident, lazy grin you knew far too well etched on his face. it made you sick how easily he could wear it, like he hadn’t shattered you just two weeks ago.
and then you saw her. her arm was hooked through his, delicate fingers wrapped around his biceps like they’d belonged there forever. your stomach twisted. you knew her. and worse? you had trusted her.
that girl, the one who’d smiled in your face, who’d hugged you after a few games of golf and told you how lucky you were to have him. the girl who’d always been “just a friend.” fucking traitor.
it felt like the world ended. your mind spun like crazy, remembering every time she’d laughed a little too brightly at his jokes, every time you’d caught them sharing a glance that lasted a second too long.
damn y’all having a boyfriend ain’t for the weak 😅 stay safe n single ladies
so I have an idea, imagine model reader gets an offer to work with whatever you think but chris doesn’t really wants her to do it but it’s a big big amount of money so a couple of days later he gifts her a check with the same amount of money she got offer in thanks to not collab w them, kinda like Kim and ye ( idk if you have saw that interview)
𓏲 ⌗ 𓈒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 ` 𓂃 ⊹ ── ꒰ rapper!chris ꒱ ꜝ ꒱ ⋆ 𓂅 in which :: model!reader gets an offer to work with whatever you think but chris doesn’t really wants her to do it but it’s a big big amount of money so a couple of days later he gifts her a check with the same amount of money she got offer in thanks to not collab w them.
the offer sat in your inbox like it was glowing, taunting you. it was huge. bigger than anything you’d been approached with before. not just the money—though the amount written in that email made your pulse skip—but the exposure, the connections, the future opportunities it could unlock.
you told chris that night, your voice bubbling with a mix of nerves and excitement as you explained. at first, he just listened, his face unreadable. but then, slowly, he shook his head.
“i don’t like it,” he said quietly.
your stomach sank. “you don’t like what? the brand? the people behind it?”
“all of it,” he admitted. “i don’t trust them, and i don’t like the way they operate. i don’t want you tied to that, not even for a paycheck.”
his tone wasn’t angry, but there was a tension in it that stung. you folded your arms, trying not to sound defensive. “chris, this is a big deal. you can’t just expect me to turn it down because you don’t feel good about it.”
the silence stretched, heavy. he ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. “i know. i just… i can’t shake it. and it’s killing me, because i don’t ever want to hold you back. but i don’t want to watch you walk into something i know will hurt you, either.”
that night ended with you lying in bed, turned slightly away from each other, neither of you quite knowing how to bridge the gap.
the next morning, you stared at the draft of your reply to the brand. your chest was tight. you wanted to prove yourself, to seize the chance… but you also trusted him, more than you trusted the zeros on that check. so you pressed send, politely declining the collaboration.
two days later, chris came home early. he was suspiciously cheerful, carrying an envelope. you raised an eyebrow as he slid it across the table toward you.
“what’s this?”
“open it,” he said, that mischievous glint in his eye.
you did. inside was a check. the exact amount of the offer you’d turned down. your eyes went wide.
“chris—no. what did you do?”
he just leaned back, folding his arms with a satisfied little grin. “i’m not letting you feel like you lost something because of me. if they thought you were worth that much, then so do i. and more.”
tears stung your eyes as you shook your head. “chris… i didn’t need this. i only needed you to believe in me.”
he cupped your face in his hands, his voice soft but steady. “i do. more than anyone. this isn’t about the money—it’s about you knowing that when you choose me, i’ll always choose you back. every time.”
you leaned into his chest, holding the check loosely in your hand, your heart aching in the best way. he kissed your hair, murmuring, “you’ll never have to wonder if i’ve got you. always.”
𓍢 ₊ ⊹ — 🖇️ @leisturni @pluggtalkk @courta13 @delilahsturniolo @sturniolooluvv @chris444evr @mattsleftball @et6rnalsun @sweetrelieef @ilovedanielcaesar @h3arts4nat @sturn777 @sturniphone @sturniszn @babyt0matoes @sturniolo-szn2 @clairo4life @acklesangel @sweeethrt @deansbeer @alphabetically-deranged @bellabaabyyy @iluvchr1s @angvl3tears @madisonnxtdoor22 @mattsdivaa @sturnslutz @mattssweetheart @briizysturn @fmalewokk @bambcie @sadgirlslush @prettysturns @twylas114 @fawnquette @conspiracy-ash @sweethrt777 @rockastic @natdrizzles @whore4chris @heartss4chris @chrissturniolodailysluts @sturn1oh0 @amiyahisunfound @challengers4ev @babymakeitnice @adoredbysturns @sheluvsschratt
texts between cherub!reader and older!rafe
cherub!reader mlist
cw: explicit language, slight ddlg dynamics
𓂃⟡ perv!chris replying to your stories on his burners based on this ask
@/bambiii added to their story .ᐟ 06.19
⤷ tempacc4382 replied to your story: want those lips wrapped around my cock while i watch you drool on it baby
@/bambiii added to their story .ᐟ 07.16
⤷ sundaynite_09 replied to your story: i’d pull those bottoms to the side and fuck you right there in the sand for everyone to see and i’m sure you’d like it.
@/bambiii added to their story .ᐟ 07.21
⤷ rawdog72 replied to your story: wish that was your pussy my fingers were filling instead.
@/bambiii added to their story .ᐟ 08.01
⤷ user483920194 replied to your story: nipples look so fuckin’ hard, you want my mouth on ’em?
@/bambiii added to their story .ᐟ 08.01
⤷ 88maxwell92 replied to your story: you’d look so good bent over this table while i fuck you for my birthday present.
authors note: i actually hate this layout 🤍 but i cant make it any better so LMAO
this is so hot until it happens in reality😔
NO LITERALLY. i sigh everytime i get a new message request cause i just know it’s some dumb shit LMAOAOAOAO
CHOKE ME, PLEASE? #bringitback
movie night, just the two of you, a classic romcom playing on the huge tv screen in front of you. you were comfortably stretched out on chris, his back resting on the arm of the couch, the only thing illuminating your focused faces was the artificial light emanating from the film. his hands rested on your chest, playing with the fabric of your pajamas—yours caressing his biceps, holding him close.
a small yawn escaped your lips, and you let your gaze fall first on your legs, briefly adjusting their position and stretching them further, then slowly on the way he was touching you. more specifically, on his hands, which completely covered the upper part of your body. they were big, with long, slender fingers that moved slowly to touch the little skin your shirt exposed, with a glimmering bracelet adorning his wrist. you've always had a weakness for his hands. they were that little something extra that increased your desire to have him do to you what he most desired.
you sighed a little, a sweet sound escaping your parted lips as you shifted on the couch, trying to immerse yourself more in his familiar warmth. you placed your hands on his, manicured nails pressing lightly his wrists as you moved them, subtly lifting them hands towards your neck. you wanted to feel them everywhere, he could choke me right now, you thought—a slight embarrassment itching at the back of your head. chris, in the meanwhile, had barely noticed your restlessness, too focused on the movie to realize you were becoming needy for him.
“baby?” you murmured, raising your head slightly to look at him. he immediately met your gaze, a relaxed expression on his face. “yeah, baby? need something?” he asked, finally adjusting his hands so they were fully around your neck. “attention” you simply replied, though there was more behind your words. his hands remained there, gently enveloping your neck. he wasn't squeezing, but his fingers applied a barely perceptible pressure, as if he wanted you to feel he could do it—that you were allowing it. your breathing deepened, a mixture of anticipation and excitement.
“attention like this?” he asked, his voice hoarse, his thumb tracing a slow line along your throat. uou nodded, biting your lip. “mhmh” his fingers moved, exploring the line of your collarbone, then down to the exposed part of your chest, as your eyes closed to hear him better. the movie was still playing in the background, but now it was just noise. the only thing that mattered was the way he was touching you. the way your body responded. his hands were everywhere, but not where you truly wanted them. and perhaps, precisely because of this, the desire grew.
chris was still looking at you. his eyes were calm, but alive. his hands, now around your neck, were still. they were waiting. it wasn't the gesture itself—it was what it meant. what you were asking of him. your gaze didn't waver. your skin vibrated beneath his. a second, two. then, you said it, trying to find the courage that was still lacking inside you. "choke me already" you murmured, with a pause accompanied by a broken sigh that neared a huff. "please?"
chris didn't answer immediately, and decided to study you calmly, to make you feel balanced between the confusion and the need you felt. until his fingers tightened around your neck. not hard, not nearly how you wanted it to be. but hard enough to make you feel contained. your breathing changed—slow, deeper. Your hands slid towards his arms, as if to anchor you. "y'want this?" he asked against your cheek. “no,” you whispered through trembling lips. “want more.”
then he added that little push, that extra pressure, and it was finally enough to make you lose your mind. he tilted his head, watching you as your chest heaved beneath him, mesmerized by how beautiful you were there, beneath his hands, lost and alive. “look what you make me do,” he said amusedly, licking his lips.
then, with a little more added force, he lifted your head while slowly opening your lips with his thumb—before bending his head to kiss you. his tongue immediately made contact with you, entering your mouth languidly as a heated makeout session started.
let's just say netflix then showed: still watching?
hereee!! i hope my writing didn’t became shitty at all
CHOKE ME, PLEASE? #bringitback
movie night, just the two of you, a classic romcom playing on the huge tv screen in front of you. you were comfortably stretched out on chris, his back resting on the arm of the couch, the only thing illuminating your focused faces was the artificial light emanating from the film. his hands rested on your chest, playing with the fabric of your pajamas—yours caressing his biceps, holding him close.
a small yawn escaped your lips, and you let your gaze fall first on your legs, briefly adjusting their position and stretching them further, then slowly on the way he was touching you. more specifically, on his hands, which completely covered the upper part of your body. they were big, with long, slender fingers that moved slowly to touch the little skin your shirt exposed, with a glimmering bracelet adorning his wrist. you've always had a weakness for his hands. they were that little something extra that increased your desire to have him do to you what he most desired.
you sighed a little, a sweet sound escaping your parted lips as you shifted on the couch, trying to immerse yourself more in his familiar warmth. you placed your hands on his, manicured nails pressing lightly his wrists as you moved them, subtly lifting them hands towards your neck. you wanted to feel them everywhere, he could choke me right now, you thought—a slight embarrassment itching at the back of your head. chris, in the meanwhile, had barely noticed your restlessness, too focused on the movie to realize you were becoming needy for him.
“baby?” you murmured, raising your head slightly to look at him. he immediately met your gaze, a relaxed expression on his face. “yeah, baby? need something?” he asked, finally adjusting his hands so they were fully around your neck. “attention” you simply replied, though there was more behind your words. his hands remained there, gently enveloping your neck. he wasn't squeezing, but his fingers applied a barely perceptible pressure, as if he wanted you to feel he could do it—that you were allowing it. your breathing deepened, a mixture of anticipation and excitement.
“attention like this?” he asked, his voice hoarse, his thumb tracing a slow line along your throat. uou nodded, biting your lip. “mhmh” his fingers moved, exploring the line of your collarbone, then down to the exposed part of your chest, as your eyes closed to hear him better. the movie was still playing in the background, but now it was just noise. the only thing that mattered was the way he was touching you. the way your body responded. his hands were everywhere, but not where you truly wanted them. and perhaps, precisely because of this, the desire grew.
chris was still looking at you. his eyes were calm, but alive. his hands, now around your neck, were still. they were waiting. it wasn't the gesture itself—it was what it meant. what you were asking of him. your gaze didn't waver. your skin vibrated beneath his. a second, two. then, you said it, trying to find the courage that was still lacking inside you. "choke me already" you murmured, with a pause accompanied by a broken sigh that neared a huff. "please?"
chris didn't answer immediately, and decided to study you calmly, to make you feel balanced between the confusion and the need you felt. until his fingers tightened around your neck. not hard, not nearly how you wanted it to be. but hard enough to make you feel contained. your breathing changed—slow, deeper. Your hands slid towards his arms, as if to anchor you. "y'want this?" he asked against your cheek. “no,” you whispered through trembling lips. “want more.”
then he added that little push, that extra pressure, and it was finally enough to make you lose your mind. he tilted his head, watching you as your chest heaved beneath him, mesmerized by how beautiful you were there, beneath his hands, lost and alive. “look what you make me do,” he said amusedly, licking his lips.
then, with a little more added force, he lifted your head while slowly opening your lips with his thumb—before bending his head to kiss you. his tongue immediately made contact with you, entering your mouth languidly as a heated makeout session started.
let's just say netflix then showed: still watching?
so i have a lil blurb of chris ready 😽😽😽
rough sex on bf!rafe’s yacht in the middle of the ocean
cw: smut, rough sex, degradation, name calling, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, missionary & doggy, creampie
you sat between rafe’s legs, back against his chest, his arms slung lazily around your waist. you smelled like sea salt and sunscreen and the lip gloss you always wore when you knew you’d be close to him. the sunset was soft, but nothing about the way rafe was touching you was.
his hands had been wandering for a while now, slow slides along your hips, fingers playing under the hem of your bikini bottoms like he could barely restraint himself.
“you keep doing that,” you mumbled, voice low, teasing, “and we’re not gonna make it inside.” rafe chuckled, “who said anything about going inside?” lips brushing your ear.
and then he moved fast.
you had barely turned your head to smile at him when he grabbed you by the waist and spun you around, lifting you like you weighed nothing, and threw you onto the daybed with a growl that made your thighs clench in desperation.
he was on you in seconds, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other dragging down your chest, over the strings of your bikini top. “you’ve been teasing me all day,” rafe said, voice low and dangerous, his mouth brushing against yours.
“walking around in that little thing. lying in my lap. subtly rubbing against me, as if i didn’t notice.” you breathed, arching into him, eyes sparkling. “you gonna punish me for it, sir?”
episode 5 of tsitp actually DESTROYED me this shit ain’t funny
yall not gonna believe this but i’m writing
݁ ૮ 𝓱anding twit𝒄h streamer!𝐫afe random 𝛕hin𝙜s until he notic𝛆s 𓈀 ⟡
“uh. .” rafe took the hair brush you handed him, setting it on his lap. “. . scary game right now, reactions later,” he responded to a chat.
user buddy does not have the hair for that ꒱ user that’s the second thing she’s handed him
the first was your bracelet which rafe simply slipped on his wrist without thinking. rafe doesn’t usually let you come up to him without finding a way to get you to stay for longer than you intended. but today, he was more focused than usual, which was a perfect opportunity to test out the trend you’ve been seeing.
you didn’t think it would work but as you left the room to grab a third thing to hand to rafe, you realize you’ve been proven wrong. this time you handed him your water bottle while rafe was mid reading the chat. “what hair brush?” he responded to one chat, taking the water bottle.
he played with the cap, squinting at the chat. “what are you guys talking about, weirdos,” rafe set his elbow on the arm of his chair, biting mindlessly at the cap of the water bottle.
you stifled a giggle as you as you thought of something else while he was still distracted. you perked up, grabbing your phone from your pocket and tapping rafe’s shoulder, handing him the phone like someone was on call. “hmm?” rafe murmed, grabbing for the phone.
“yeah?” he spoke to the nonexistent person on the other end. he nodded his head to a nonexistent beat, waiting for a response. he rose his brows, turning his head to you. “who is it?”
꒰ user you could hand him a random child
you finally let out a laugh, “no one, rafe.” he frowned, looking at the phone screen. “did they hang up?”
RAPPER! chri$ x SWAGGIE! reader … moodboard.
his hand is tatted like in the last pic. you’re a slut for it, ain’t gon lie. probably your favorite thing about him. his hands are just so pretty, and the tattoo make it all look more attractive. especially when he’s holding a mic.
such a weird ass couple. at first you weren’t even exclusive, too busy fucking around to actually focus on ur feelings. him bein a rapper and all, girls throwing theirselves at him, and you bein a young girl with nothing but fun in her brain … well.
u love gettin ready with his music in background. (lyrics literally the opposite of the girly things you’re doin) & you often raise your eyebrows at ‘em. he can be downright dirty and a red flag when he writes.
at halloween you 2 were kim & kanye at the metgala. it was ur idea at first, sending him tiktok links totally excited. kinda skeptic at first, ended up loving it.
swaggie! reader takin pics of rapper! chris for his new album … with his brand new expensive coat that you are weak for.
“this album is gonna be diamond just because of the cover,” you teased, a shit-eating grin showing off your drillz, enough to make them shine under the street lights he was driving on.
“you think i need it?” he replied cockily, shaking his head. “i’m already buyin’ motherfuckin’ diamonds off my other albums, baby”
you rolled your eyes, his arrogance a turn-on more than you would ever admit. his words were true, tho: those karat & shiny necklaces you didn't even want to count, that fell in your face every time you were in missionary with his cock deep inside you, were proof of that.
you asked him to undress completely except those.
