#( ft. | chris. )

[muwapsturniolo]

Cuteness aggression 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

“You’re cute, but stop fuckin’ bitin' me kid!”

⟢ Cuteness aggression, and that’s about it. Link to video this was inspired by is in the title!!!

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

She didn't understand why she felt this way.

She took one look at her boyfriend, and suddenly, she had all this energy bouncing around in her body. It wasn't like he was doing anything special, he had just come back inside from smoking and was now sitting at his desk playing some random game.

But for some reason, he just looked adorable.

His eyes were low and hazy, whatever strain of weed he smoked making him relaxed. He had on one of his larger sweaters and a pair of sweatpants, the clothes making him look so cozy and warm. He was manspreading as well, leaning back in his chair and mumbling under his breath.

She just couldn't take it anymore.

She hops off the bed with ease, her feet making a soft thump on the hardwood floors before she makes her way over to Chris. His eyes dart to her figure, her face being illuminated by the two monitors on his desk.

"Hey bab-" he's immediately cut off by the girl climbing onto his lap, a soft smile on his face as she nuzzles her head into his neck. He chuckles silently, kissing the top of her head.

"Few more minutes Bun, then I'm all yours."

She hums softly and cuddles up to him even more, attempting to calm herself down, however, it doesn't work. That energy still bursting in her body is at an all-time high, and it's all because he looks cute.

She couldn't handle it anymore.

She starts to pepper small kisses along his neck, nothing sexual, just showing her ever-growing affection towards him. As the seconds go by and her energy increases, the small and soft kisses become more aggressive.

She moves the kisses to his jaw, the smooching noises becoming more obnoxious, but somehow, Chris doesn't notice.

She uses this as an opportunity.

She goes back to kissing along his neck, trailing the kisses to his shoulder before sinking her teeth into his skin.

The action finally catches Chis's attention, his body jerking and head whipping towards her. She looks at him innocently, as if she didn't just bite him.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing..."

He can't help the smile of disbelief making its way across his face. "Nothing? You just took a bite out of my shoulder like a damn shark." She giggles and attacks his face with more kisses, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together.

"You're just so cute, and I can't help it! I look at you, and I just wanna-" She lets out a noise that sounds like a squeal and a growl. Chris scrunches his face up and tries to push her away, but it's no use - she's stronger than a toddler who has something they aren't supposed to have.

He eventually gives up, letting her continue the assault on his face. All he can do is sit there and take the love and affection his favorite girl gives him.

She stops her kisses and smushes her face against his, their forehead and noses touching.

"You look like that damn Spongebob meme you sent me," he mumbles, his hands finding their way to her hips. She ignores him and basically stares at him with heart eyes.

"You're so handsome, so cute, I could just eat you up!"

"I'm not cute kid- OW!"

He moves his face away as she bites at his nose, his headphones falling off in the process. He huffs and stands up, throwing her over his shoulder effortlessly. She squeals in shock and laughs as he throws her down on the bed. He crawls over her, keeping her pinned down to the bed.

"You’re cute but stop fuckin’ bitin' me kid!”

She smiles and wraps her body around him, pulling him closer and kissing all over his face once more.

"I just get so giddy and full of energy when I look at you, that I don't know how to get rid of it!"

Her explanation makes him smile, he knew exactly what feeling she was talking about - he often felt it himself.

He grabs her jaw, making her look at him. He can see the love in her eyes, it makes him feel warm inside.

"I love you," he expresses softly.

She smiles widely and plants a fat kiss on his lips, "I love you too...Can we get ice cream?"

[aroaceleovaldez]

happy pride month from the titan army

[vazaez]

Woah what?? a comic? in my blog?? more likely than you think

[leonardcohenofficial]

david byrne playing a guitar solo using his microphone stand during "cities," originally cut from stop making sense (jonathan demme, 1984)

[bvckbiter]

couple of stupid memes that i went ham with the coloring for (and yes post surgery ethan has no nip nops because why not)

[dollsizes]

innocent affections, ft. the resident evil men⎯⎯⎯⎯leon kennedy, chris redfield, carlos oliveira, ethan winters.

leon kennedy thinks everything you do is endearing. you’re a sense of security he doesn’t think he’s ever had—the only flower that doesn’t wilt at his touch. standoffish as he may seem; leon cares. empathy runs through him rampantly, even if he hides it better as the years go by. to be so intensely affected by all the tragedy around him, also gives him the ability to love you completely. so, if you asked him about the habits you can’t seem to drop and tell him to pinpoint a favourite, he might just blank for a second. don’t take it the wrong way.

chris redfield is a whirlwind of emotions. vocal as he may be, he still finds it difficult to express to you just how much you mean to him. perhaps seeing the sky fall down on the front lines does that to a person—scares him from speaking you into the world; afraid to materialise the you he’s dreamt up in fear that you too will be taken from him. yet when you hold him, he’s the one that feels solidified. to be in your arms is to live there forever in just a few moments. chris redfield isn’t one for sentiment, but he swears he can still feel your fingers in his hair a thousand miles from you.

carlos oliveira, charged and filled with passion. carlos loves you like it’s the end of the world, which ironically for us, it just might be. he embodies ‘puppy love’—dotes on you every chance he gets. he takes comfort in the soft teasing and the gentler nights. his heart dies as he picks you up and spins you around the room, swallowing your laughter like he survives on it. carlos isn’t a religious man by any means, but how could you deny a god in the presence of an angel.

ethan winters. ethan is there for you for the long run—takes a glance at you and leaves everything else up to fate. (it should be noted that in this particular context, ‘fate’ includes excessive internet stalking and cheesy forum pickup lines.) so when he’s got you, ethan loves you like a meadow river. he walks by you to the end of the stream—dangles his feet over the cliff as he watches you fall and engulf the world in your element. even on the stormy days, who can deny the beauty of the sea?

© pncessa ﹒ tumblr

[igottalottabugsinmysoup]

RUFFLES MY BELOVED <3 <3

[clementinecalls]

[eddiecoweyesdiass]

eddie still can NOT make a parenting decision without checking with buck first very healthy co-parenting of them if you ask me

[muwapsturniolo]

Drop the towel 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

"she's gonna be the fucking death of me-"

⟢ no warnings really, this is mainly fluff and involves a prank.

"What the fuck?"

Chris looks up from his phone, smiling as he sees his girlfriend. However, the smile drops as quickly as it forms, seeing her in nothing but a towel. His eyes dart towards Matt's desk, the monitors reflecting what's happening.

They were currently on live, streaming on Twitch, with too many people to count watching.

"What the fuck are you doing?" His words came out harsh, but he didn't care. She knew they were streaming; he didn't care if she was on camera. What he did care about was thousands of people seeing her so exposed. She opens her mouth to speak, but he cuts her off, his voice laced with protective irritation.

"Get the fuck out, what the hell are you thinking coming in here dressed in nothing but a towel?"

"I just had a question! Stop yelling at me!" She does her best not to laugh at his obvious frustration. She knew he was pissed, and she knew why, but it was all entertaing to her.

"I'm yelling because what the fuck are you doin' kid?" He stands up, grabbing her arm and trying to push her out of view of the camera, but she stays planted.

"I just have a question!" She repeats, making sure to give him the doe eyes he always falls for. He glares down at her, a grunt of frustration leaving his throat.

"What the fuck is it?"

"What do you think of this?"

It all happens in slow motion.

Matt's eyes widen as Bun lets go of the towel, his hands fumbling as he tries to turn the camera off. Nick screams in shock, covering his mouth in a split second before reaching out as if he could stop it in time.

Chris tackles her onto the bed, his body landing on top of Bun's in an attempt to cover.

"Turn off the fucking stream Matt!"

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Why won't it turn off?!"

Bunny cackles loudly at their obvious distress, the fact that they didn't notice, and immediately jumped into a frenzy, truly bringing her tears of joy.

Chris snapped his head downward, giving her the dirtiest and annoyed look he could muster. "What the fuck are you laughing at?! Do you think this shit is funny?! About a thousand people just saw your dumbass flash us, and probably clipped it! What the hell is wr-" He cuts himself off, seeing the familiar pattern of his favorite pajama set adorning her body.

His brain short-circuits for a second, trying to understand what just happened.

He slowly rolls off of her, lying flat on Matt's bed and running his hands over his face in exhaustion.

"Jesus fucking christ Bun..."

She sits up and giggles softly, nothing but pure joy on her face at the series of events that just took place. Matt holds his head in his hands, completely in shock and anxious. Nick throws his head back in relief, slapping a hand over his heart.

Bunny stands up, simply waving goodbye to the stream and prancing out of the room as if she didn't just give the three brothers heart attacks.

They sit in a still silence, completely and utterly shocked by her prank.

"She's gonna be the fucking death of me-" Chris pushes himself off of the bed, already making his way out of the room.

"Bun! Get your ass in the room!"

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Masterlist

[nombitenary]

How’s the new year treating you?

Him and me both.

[drakudoll]

two best friends preying on their sub together.

cornering her at parties. whispering depraved, sinful thoughts in her ear. trailing hands up her thighs, clutching her waist, taunting her with ease. sloppy hickeys painting her skin, turning her brain to mush with coaxing words

Josh & Chris.

[locitapurplepink]

If you ever feeling like you're lost, I will come found you man all fronts

There's no ocean I will swim across to be right by you

And not just once, here and now, I swear on my response, I'll remind you

And promise as one does I, I will protect you at all costs

Keep you safe here in my arms

I, I will protect you at all costs, at all costs

[jouceras]

On The Knife's Edge Only the screen lit up in the dark office. The familiar back of Chris, clicking through files with his fingers. There was no mistaking it; he was looking through the documents of Tony that Pete had secured at some point or another. A cold chill ran down his back. Of his vulnerabilities ripped open for the world to see.

A raw scream caged between his lips. His hand found the hilt of the blade. A warm touch froze his movements, Kim's quiet no implied in multitudes. He inhaled sharply, looking into the depths of Kim's eyes. That saw more than Kenta was willing to share. "Chris," Kim spoke, shattering the silence. His gaze directly at the other ━ The racer didn't flinch when the scientist swirled around. "Snooping into someone's private life is a bad look. Even for you." Hand casually in his pocket.

Chris moved swiftly; already steps from Kim. His fingers twisted against the fabrics of Kim's beige shirt, knuckles white. "Pete would never believe you." "That you're having sex with him to gain access to his data?" Kim countered, unfazed by Chris's outburst. "Honestly, you weren't subtle at all." "So what?" Chris's eyes narrowed. "It isn't a crime to have an intimate relationship." Kenta moved uncomfortable on his feet. Swallowed thickly. Eyes flickered away. The heaviness on his chest increased. It crushed his chest ten feet under. Palm clenched around the hilt of the knife. Fingers twitched. I love him more than you ever have, Kenta wanted to scream. Unshed tears swam in his vision. "You aren't denying it?" Kim asked. "No," the flicker of a blade hidden in Chris's sleeve caught Kenta's eye. His palm flipped up the knife, colliding into Chris's. The metals clang resonated in the quiet room. His lips pressed into a thin line. Chris's weapon mere centimeters from Kim's neck. "Lower your weapon, Kenta," Kim said, demeanor remained calm. The racer walked closer to Chris's point of the blade. Light brown eyes shone like flint; with an uncontrollable fire. "But━" Kenta hesitated. He glanced from the racer to the scientist. Neither appeared to back down. Kenta's grip hardened around his knife. His instincts protested with every fiber of his being. Slowly, he followed Kim's suggestion. Chris's blade cut through skin, a small line of blood formed on Kim's neck. A pang of jealousy ━ an ugly beast strangled awake, wanted it to be his knife to touch Kim that way. He flinched. To be the one to captive Kim's attention; to have his world. It would never happen, Kim deserved someone else than him. A broken piece anyone threw away after it had fulfilled its usefulness. "You're far from the first one to threaten me with a knife," Kim said coldly. He slipped his palm into his pocket, revealing the recording device. "I can send this to Pete right now," he continued. "So, will you lower your knife?" Chris sighed, and did what he was told. The heavy stutter of guilt crawled under his skin. A reminder of what Kenta had done. The countless times Kenta had slammed the bat against Kim's skin. How Kim's cries hunted him at night. When Kim's beautiful sand brown eyes had grown dull. Where they used to shine with such passion. It was his fault.

[sansonrio]

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