#((it's fine Chris it happens ^-^))

[wistfulwatcher]

2.05 The Aftermath | 5.01 Nameless, Faceless

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[nattanoora]

14 MARS, 2016 ༄ MANDAG, 11:45

19 MARZO, 2019 ༄ MARTEDÌ, 08:05

APRIL 1st, 2019 ༄ MONDAY, 8:37AM

29 APRIL, 2019 ༄ MAANDAG, 08:25

05 SVIBANJ, 2025 ༄ PONEDJELJAK, 12:55

NOORHELMS + THE SLO-MO PARALLELS

[wolfdeans]

haterism moment not even about ships I don’t gaf about that rn WHY are we just traumatising henren so soon with their kids WHY was there no character movement WHY is the Chris storyline being dragged out so much like we’re still basically where we were at the end of ep 4 it’s way too early for this much filler WHERE were the masks etc ugh this is just frustrating that basically nothing happened

[autumnoakes]

i half-wrote this post when the trailer for re9 first came out and people were throwing around theories of leon dying in that game which i now take some issues with personally

like, first of all, he hasn't been in a mainline game (not including the remakes) since re6 and hasn't appeared in the timeline since 2015 (death island). it would be pretty odd to reintroduce him now only to kill him off and have to backtrack in the timeline to fill in the gaps (i mean, it's probably not the first time it's happened but at the same time that's like a 10 year gap in his story)

second of all, something about a character returning to the site of his biggest trauma and the place where he lost pretty much everything only to die there seems a bit.... unfulfilling to me. especially considering the finer details of what happened after re2.

third of all, wouldn't that put more of a focus on leon rather than on grace aka the actual protagonist? like ethan dying in re8 was so impactful because we'd been following him for the past two games. we saw how he fought to save his wife and then his daughter and how it killed him in the end. if it were, say, chris dying in his place, it would be sad because chris is one of the original protagonists and he's beloved by the fanbase, but it wouldn't have the same emotional impact as ethan's death did because, simply put, chris was not the main character in re8. ethan was. same goes for leon dying in re9. he would not be the main character if he's in that game. it would be grace. it would be an inherently less impactful and emotional story because he would not be the main character.

to be quite honest, if we were getting a game in which leon died at the end, i would rather it be one in which he is one of if not the sole protagonist and not a side character.

[marshmellowtea]

i don't think chris smokes weed or does edibles and he claims it's for some pretentious reason about "avoiding drugs to keep [his] head clear" (like he wasn't reliant on alcohol for most of his time at uni) and/or regurgitates some anti drug propaganda from his mother when asked why not but in reality he's just really scared it'll give him a panic attack so bad he'll have to go to the hospital lmao

[idealisticrealism]

TCL 3x05 thoughts

The main things:

This ep starts literally immediately after last ep ended, and then takes place over 2 full days

Looks like Thony and Jorge swapped numbers at some point lol; I guess Dante got tired of being the go-between haha. But for a guy that was so concerned yesterday about Thony missing her interview, he sure seems chill about pulling her away today… only to have nothing for her but an unintentionally murdered guy and an uncomfortable fight with his sister lol. That’s a bit embarrassing for you there, Jorge! I like that he later ended the business call about Nadia’s payout to be able to answer her, and then followed through on her request to talk to Ramona on her behalf. And then she shows up at his office– did she google him or did he actually tell her where to find him??-- and tries to convince him to nullify the Amber Alert, and ngl I enjoy the fact that much of their dynamic so far is basically Thony either ordering or begging him to do something, and him being like “No” and making some mocking remark to her about it… and then later doing exactly what she asked/suggested lol. Thony (and especially the potent combination of Thony and Luca) really does have some kind of magic power over the men of this family… though Arman seemed to accept it far more quickly and eagerly than Jorge, who’s still half-heartedly trying to resist haha. But then again, the man still showed up at her court hearing and not only provided the exact thing she asked for, but he also stayed to see the outcome and her reaction?? Like I’m absolutely hearing Nadia’s words to Arman rn: “You love the way she looks at you when you do these things for her. When you are her hero”... Jorge got his first real taste of that during the last ep, and looks like he already wants more haha

Thony and Ramona are clashing more and more which is potentially going to be very problematic for Thony when they lose Arman and she is no longer shielded by her connection to him… but I guess that’s when Jorge’s growing regard for her is going to come into play, and create an interesting divide with the siblings…

Poor Thony reliving the trauma of losing Luca, only even more terrifying this time because instead of Marco (who sucked but was at least relatively safe), he could be with someone who intends to hurt him. “We’ve been down this road before” yeah in more ways than one

“You and Armando will work together, so when I’m gone…(etc)” okay this is a very odd statement for a 50-something to make??? And she later says something about bringing Arman home ‘while there’s still time’-- time for him, or her?? Like is Ramona secretly dying and that’s why she’s so determined to get Arman back, so Jorge will still have family watching over him? Surely the writers wouldn’t use a plotline like that though, not given how we lost Adan…….? 

Okay let’s all pretend that we believe that a 6 year old kid, who had barely experienced the world outside his own bedroom before a few months ago, managed to navigate the streets of a major city on foot to a location that’s a 10 minute drive away, and then also somehow snuck into a large public facility undetected and didn't raise red flags as an unaccompanied kid hanging there for hours lol

Ugh so much love for the courtroom scene and the fam all giving their testimony. I love that they were all clearly ready to commit perjury if needed (eg by covering up Thony’s shady activities if asked about it) and that they also said such beautiful, heartfelt things, because god did Thony need to hear those things. After everything she has gone through, and everything that her actions to protect Luca put the rest of the family through, she’d clearly started to question (like we saw in the kitchen earlier with Fi)  whether she is actually truly good– a good mother, a good family member, and a good person in general– or if she only brings pain to those around her.  The forgiveness and support of her family doesn’t erase what she’s done, but it is going to be a huge part of how she moves forward and grows as a person, and I’m really looking forward to seeing more of that journey.

I also loved that the people trying to take Luca away were two crusty old guys, while Thony’s lawyer (who looked like she was trying not to cry when Thony did her big speech), and the judge, and of course Susan (who, while on the CPS side, is actually fairly impartial and in some ways shows a lot of regard for Thony, and didn’t raise an objection even though she could have) are all women. It feels like a subtle nod to the themes of both motherhood and women supporting other women in this show, and that’s really cool. 

Other stuff:

Congrats to Fi for finally getting to have her own Traumatised Showering Scene haha, I think Thony has had at least 2 or 3 by this point. But I did feel for Fi and Chris that they barely even got to begin to unpack what happened to them because things were just immediately about Luca. Also ngl that music/voiceover combo right at the start with the abrupt fadeout was a bit weird lol

“Sometimes I wish I was a turtle, so I could hide in my shell” #relatable

Love the sweet JD/Fi stuff, though this dude needs to recognise his place in the family hierarchy and not make calls that aren’t his to make lol. Leave the dealing with big important stuff to the women, buddy, you’re out of your depth!  

Speaking of dudes messing things up… seriously Dante? Accidentally killing the best lead your bosses have to getting their relative back? That’s embarrassingly amateurish. Unless there’s actually more going on here than we realise, and he did it deliberately to keep the guy from talking??

Ok seriously how many doors lead outside from Luca’s room?? I know it’s a converted sun-room and not a proper bedroom, but still, they should at least be locked if not also securely barricaded. Geez.

Ah the many facets of Jorge, comfortable in a homeless camp and while torturing a guy in a warehouse, but also in a courtroom and a fancy corner office, and also while kneeling in a kitchen doorway to earnestly accept a gift of a cupcake from a 5 year old lol

Thony always tells Luca she’s never going to let anything bad happen to him… but uhhh, a little too late there, don’t you think Thony? Poor kid has been through more ‘bad things’ than most adults, and most of them have happened within the last 6 months lol

Lol at Thony trying to tell the officer to drop the charges against Dante and he’s just like ‘nope’ haha. I bet she really misses her surgeon days when she could just give orders and people would follow them without question

No Nadia this week! Honestly it felt weird not to see her; it really feels like she is part of the family now, and I’m looking forward to more of her and Thony working together

Goddamn I really gotta learn Spanish.

[bibururokku]

Catching up with the manga during spring break after studying relentlessly only to see pairs in shambles. I feel like the community fire gif right now, LMAO.

[chill4234]

I think @nocofamilyau is probably the best blog on this webbed site because

A) cute family dynamics

B) they made an au where the show ended after season 3, and instead of focusing on characters like Ezekiel, Alejandro or Chris, easily the most interesting characters in this scenario, they focus on two barely relevant characters. (I love NoCo as much as the next guy but let’s face it those two did NOTHING.) and three characters that would’ve never existed had the show been cancelled in s3

C) Raj looks like a muppet in every scene he’s in. ❤️

Honestly? Perfect. No notes, I wish I was capable of doing the same.

[dongpound]

Alec manages to age more in the 2 year jump between seasons 4 and 5 than they had in the past 20 years and thats thanks to parenthood/losing your partner babeeyy

[volfoss]

the nature of volfoss is they will make translating proper nouns actually the most hellish thing int eh world.

[eddiewasinthearmy]

woke up and decided to be bothered by the chris plot. because chris going around telling all his el paso friends that eddie is so cool but like . what is he saying when they ask if your dad is so cool why do you live with your grandparents . like 😭😭. eighth graders would be asking this. and then literally what is eddie and chris’s relationship rn. we didnt get to see any reconciliation with them at all really. did they talk about what happened. are they going to talk about what happened. if eddie and chris decide to go back to LA without talking about what happened on our screens then what is the point of any of this. and Im not even someone who thought this plot was stupid from the onset. the doppelganger stuff and chris leaving 2 days later without talking to eddie at all was stupid, but i was fine with some eddie/chris conflict regarding shannon. but the way they have chosen to handle that conflict is sooo so stupid. does the audience even remember why chris is in texas. are we supposed to kind of forget until its brought up again later ?? i just. dont get the writing choices regarding chris at this point

[rainbowbeanstyles]

lol

[frightfullytreeish]

imagine eddie making a new friend, someone who's 100% unrelated to anyone or anything else in eddie's life, just a guy he meets at the gym and vibes with. and the guy thinks that buck is eddie's husband. it takes eddie a while to realise that's what his new pal had taken away from their chat about their kids, where more than half of the photos of chris eddie showed off had buck in them. so at first eddie's just too fucking startled to correct him when idk CRAIG says 'oh shoot that's my bus, gotta go, but hey you and buck should come round for dinner one day. my husband keeps saying we need to make more queer friends with kids since we moved here! ok byeeee' and eddie goes home thinking I'll just explain next time I see him it's fine and hey I can hook him up with hen and karen I bet they'll get along great. and the thought makes him feel...... something.

and he is going to explain to craig, he is, but the next time they bump into each other is right after him and buck have had an argument, like they keep having since buck moved into his new place, and it's nice to be able to vent to someone who doesn't know buck but who has the right... well, no, the wrong idea about what place buck occupies in eddie's life. but it's nice to be able to vent without having to explain. so eddie doesn't explain. and he keeps not explaining, while craig gets the impression that eddie and buck are going through a really rough patch since buck's dad died but eddie wants to make it work while buck keeps pulling away.

OBVIOUSLY they're grabbing coffee one day when buck happens to walk into the same coffee shop. EDDIE! HEY! and... uh who's this?

eddie, kill bill sirens blaring: this is craig. my... friend. from the gym.

buck: oh that's cool... you've never mentioned him before....

craig, desperately: you must be buck!! I've heard so much about you! don't worry, I'm a married man, not that you would have anything to worry about anyway. eddie's so committed

buck: he is?

eddie with one thousand yard stare: i am

[cantpickyourgenre]

I've seen a lot of "first date gone wrong shenanigans" but what about a "friend hang where everything goes so right, they're forced to call it a date" for them? Eddie buys Dodgers tickets for him and Chris. Chris says, "Dad, are you crazy?!?!?! I have three tests and two essays ALL due Friday. I do NOT have time for this" because Mr. I Puke Over the Stress and Pressure of Chess definitely cares about his grades. So, Eddie texts Buck and says, "I have an extra ticket, you in?" and Buck responds, "A night with the Diazes? Wouldn't miss it for the world" and Eddie says, "well. Actually. Just me. :(" and Buck goes, "I'll pencil you in then, if I must :)" But then Buck is driving to Eddie's because Eddie is going to drive them to the game, and he stops at the store first. To get Chris study snacks because he's trying to suck up to him post-Texas. The cashier is like, "here. Someone paid for these roses but then dramatically took a phone call with their girlfriend and said they no longer needed them. I think they broke up. They're yours now." So, Buck brings roses to Eddie who is like, "uhhhh, wow" all rosy (pun moderately intended) cheeked and Buck is like "yeah haha I got them for free, BUT they'll look so much better here!!!!!!!!" (they both miss him living there, but couldn't think of a logical reason for him to actually stay) And they go to a restaurant first, and the couple next to them gets engaged. Turns out to be like some rich LA couple, so they buy everyone in the restaurant a bottle of wine to celebrate. So, Buck and Eddie are just like chilling, sharing this bottle of wine, and the couple next to them is talking about their plans for the future and Buck and Eddie are eavesdropping and smiling at each other and feeling light and happy. Then they get to the game finally, and a couple asks them to take their photo, because tourists, and then they offer to return the favor and Buck and Eddie now have a picture of them in front of Dodger Stadium and Buck "jokingly" sets it as his phone background, which makes Eddie take a picture of Buck but super zoomed in on one of his eyes, and he "jokingly" makes that his phone wallpaper because they're being giddy and stupid and maybe a little 30-something men flirty. And the Dodgers win and neither of them care or notice. They decide to take a walk after, maybe at the beach, maybe in the neighborhood of South Bedford because Buck "misses the area". And when they're walking it just feels right to hold hands, and then maybe when they go to say goodnight it just feels right to share a first date sort of kiss. And they don't really talk about it, they just go on dates and start treating each other like boyfriends and all of this is fine with them until Maddie is like, "okay, wait, when did you guys actually start dating? Like when is the anniversary? Also how did this happen?" and Buck and Eddie are like shrugging, Buck is saying, "maybe that dodger game? maybe non-exclusively years ago? I guess I don't really know, just sort of happened." And Eddie is just like grinning, "See Buck, the universe doesn't scream, sometimes it just whispers."

[viviansturns]

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

... in which cocky!sub!chris swears he'd never whimper or beg and you try and prove him wrong

cw: subbbyyyy, whimpering, handjob, blowjob, p in v, pussy eating

“You’re so full of yourself,” you said, hovering just close enough for him to feel your breath against his jaw.

Chris grinned like the devil. “I mean, can you blame me?”

You rolled your eyes, letting your fingertips drag slowly down his chest. “You really think you’ve got all the control, huh?”

“I know I do.” His voice dipped, cocky and confident. “I’m not like those other guys you mess with. I don’t beg. I don’t whimper. And I sure as hell don’t give up control.”

That made you laugh—low and dangerous. “Is that a challenge?”

His eyes flicked to your mouth. “I’m just telling you what’s real, baby.”

You stepped in closer, letting your hand slip lower, pressing over the bulge in his jeans with featherlight pressure.

Chris sucked in a breath through his nose—sharp. But his eyes were still dark and lustful.

“I could make you fall apart,” you whispered, teasing him through the denim, slow and maddening. “I could have you crying for it if I wanted to.”

He scoffed—rolling his eyes. “No chance.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and mocking. “You’d beg me to let you come. You’d sob when I didn’t.”

Chris swallowed. You felt it. “I don’t sob.”

“You will.”

You dragged his zipper down slow. Deliberate. Let his cock spring free into your hand, already twitching, already flushed deep and leaking. His jaw clenched.

“Still think you’ve got all the control?” you purred.

Chris tried to speak. Tried to say something cocky. But all that came out was a stuttering breath and the tiniest noise from the back of his throat.

You smiled.

“You’re already whimpering.”

“I’m not—’s just cause you’re holding my dick” His thighs flexed under your grip. He looked down at you like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to pick you up and flip you over or let you do whatever you wanted to him— but he wasn’t giving up easily.

You squeezed him gently, twisting your wrist the way you knew he liked.

His knees buckled.

“Oh, fuck—” he gasped.

There it was. The high, soft groan he swore he didn’t make. Cracked right out of his pretty mouth.

You looked up at him, all fake-innocent. “What was that?”

Chris shook his head, pretending it didn’t happen, cheeks flushed, lips parted. “Wasn’t a whimper.”

You leaned in, pressed your lips to his throat, feeling the frantic pulse there, despite his cocky demeanor.

“I haven’t even started yet.”

“I can take it,” he muttered, jaw clenched. “You’re not gonna break me.”

You raised a brow. “No?”

“I’ve had worse.”

You leaned in close, your breath hot against his cheek. “Mm. You’ve never had me.”

And then you sank to your knees.

Chris flinched.

His hands twitched like he wanted to grab your hair, but he didn’t dare. You licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, deliberately slow, teasing. His hips jerked forward before he could stop them.

“Already twitching?” you teased. “That didn’t take long.”

He let out a low, strained breath through his nose. “It’s not like you’re bad at it,” he muttered, trying to sound casual.

You smirked. “I’m better than bad.”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Because then you took him into your mouth—deep, wet, slow enough to burn. His hands balled into fists at his sides, knuckles white. You watched his stomach contract, his thighs tense.

Still silent.

Still trying to win.

So you got meaner.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucked harder. Let your spit drip down his shaft as you bobbed your head, slow and relentless. You moaned around him, loud on purpose, and he whined. A barely-there breathy little gasp that gave him away.

He bit his lip. You pulled off.

“You’re gonna bleed if you keep biting down like that,” you warned, pumping him lazily with your hand. “You gonna cry before you come, Chris?”

His eyes were glassy. “I’m fine.”

You tilted your head. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m—fine.” His voice cracked on the word.

You gave him one long stroke, base to tip, and his hips thrusted without meaning to.

“You’re thrusting into my hand,” you pointed out.

He swore under his breath.

“What’s that? Didn’t catch it.”

“Fuck. You.”

You grinned. “Eventually.”

And then you stood.

He looked wrecked, but still trying to keep his chin high, pretending he wasn’t seconds from begging. You straddled him on the bed. 

Then you guided him inside you in one slow, steady motion. His head thumped back against the headboard, a full-body shudder wracking him.

“Oh my—fuck,” he choked.

You rolled your hips once.

He let out a moan—sharp and sweet.

Then immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, like he could stuff the sound back in.

You grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away. “Let me hear it.”

He blinked up at you, sweat on his forehead, pupils blown wide. “I don’t—”

You clenched around him.

Chris whimpered.

The sound spilled out of him—high, broken, completely unlike the cocky, smug voice he usually used when he had you under him. He looked horrified the second it escaped, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he’d made that noise.

But you could. You knew this would happen.

You leaned down, lips brushing just under his ear. “There it is.”

He shook his head weakly, like he could take it back, but you rolled your hips again—slow, grinding—and he shuddered.

“F-Fuck, stop—” he gasped, but his hands were gripping your thighs like he was the one begging you to stay.

“Thought you didn’t beg?” you whispered, dragging your nails lightly down his chest.

“I’m not—shit—I’m not begging.”

You clenched again, fluttering tight around him, and his whole body arched.

“You’re trembling,” you said, smiling like you weren’t seconds away from completely shattering him.

Chris tried to laugh, tried to play it off, but it came out ragged. “You’re—nngh—so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of me,” you purred, dragging your hips again, slowly, rhythmically, keeping him right there on the edge.

He bit his lip. His hands were gripping you now, not for control—but for balance. You could feel him shaking. His jaw clenched. His abs tightening.

“You can let go,” you whispered, cupping his jaw, tilting his head back to look at you. “You don’t have to pretend.”

Chris whimpered again—louder this time—and his eyes fluttered shut like he was trying to block it all out, but it was too much. You were too much. His breath was coming in shallow pants now, his whole body strung tight like a rubber band about to snap.

“You wanna come, don’t you?”

He shook his head again—reflexive, desperate.

You dragged your hips down hard once, clenching tight.

His hands flew to your waist.

“Fuck—okay, okay, please—don’t stop—”

Your eyes lit up.

“There it is.”

He blinked up at you, wrecked. Face flushed, lips parted, pupils blown black. He didn’t even try to talk anymore—just stared at you like you were the only thing holding him together.

“Beg for it,” you said, gentle. Not teasing now—just real. “Say it.”

He hesitated. Swallowed. And then, voice breaking:

“Please—please let me come—I need it—fuck, I need it—”

You rocked your hips once more and he sobbed, the sound spilling out like he didn’t even know he was capable of it.

“Oh my god, look at you,” you whispered. “Fucking ruined.”

“Please—” His voice cracked, desperate and wrecked and real. “Let me come—please, I swear I’ll be good—please—”

You didn’t stop moving. Not for a second. You kept that same rhythm, same pressure, tight and wet and relentless around him, riding him like your only mission was to wreck whatever pride he had left.

And then he started to shake.

It happened fast—like his body knew before he did. His hands clawed at your waist, not guiding you, not controlling—just holding on, desperate and twitching.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna—” His head dropped back hard against the headboard. His whole spine arched. “Oh my—shit, fuck, I’m coming—”

And then he did.

It ripped out of him like a storm.

His cock twitched hard inside you, pulsing thick ropes as he cried out—sharp and unfiltered, all pretense gone. He came so hard it throbbed, his body jerking with every wave, hips stuttering helplessly beneath you. His thighs were quaking. His chest heaved. His voice cracked on your name as he spilled into you, moaning like it hurt to feel that good.

You didn’t slow down—not right away. You stayed moving, slow and deep, milking every drop from him, watching his eyes flutter open wide before rolling back.

“F-fuck—nngh—oh my god,” he gasped. “I—holy—fuck—”

You finally stopped when he slumped back against the bed, completely limp, sweat clinging to his chest and forehead, mouth open, eyes dazed. His cock twitched again weakly inside you, like it still hadn’t recovered.

You ran a hand through his hair, smiling down at him sweetly. “What happened to ‘you’re not gonna break me’?”

Chris just blinked at you, lips still parted. He looked like a man who had just seen god and got wrecked by her.

“…I think I just blacked out,” he muttered.

You leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Good.”

He blinked up at you, dazed. “…Wait.”

You tilted your head.

His hands twitched, eyes darting between your face and your thighs. “Did you…? I mean—you didn’t—fuck, you didn’t come, did you?”

You bit your lip, letting that silence stretch.

Chris sat up so fast he almost wobbled. “Shit, I didn’t even—fuck, I was supposed to—” He ran a hand through his sweat-matted hair, looking genuinely distressed.

“Relax,” you said, trying not to laugh. “You were kind of busy cumming your soul out of your body.”

But Chris was already reaching for you, urgency building now that he realized the tables had fully turned.

“No, no, no—lay back.” His voice was rough, broken around the edges but dead serious. “I’m not letting that slide.”

He nudged you gently down onto your back, crawling over you, pressing messy kisses to your chest, your stomach, lower. “You’re gonna come,” he muttered. “As many times as you want.”

You hadn’t even finished teasing him when he was already shifting down the bed, settling between your thighs with a shaky breath.

His hands were trembling. His lips were swollen. His cock was still soft and leaking—but none of that stopped him.

He kissed the inside of your knee first, then lower, then lower, until he was hovering right where you wanted him. He looked up through his lashes, still flushed and glassy-eyed.

“Tell me how,” he whispered.

You propped yourself on your elbows, heartbeat thudding. “You want instructions now?”

Chris nodded, eyes fixed on your pussy like it was sacred. “I—I need to do this right.”

You felt heat flood your cheeks. “Just keep your tongue flat—don’t rush. Focus up top.”

And fuck, did he listen.

His mouth met you softly, reverently—like he was trying to memorize the shape of you with his tongue. He licked a slow stripe up your folds, then flattened his tongue right over your clit, warm and wet and so careful, like he was scared to move wrong.

You gasped. He moaned.

And then he did it again—again—building this steady rhythm, mouth moving like he was praying between your legs.

“Just like that,” you breathed. “Fuck, Chris—don’t stop.”

He whined into you. The sound vibrated, and your hips jerked.

His hands—still trembling—gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer, anchoring himself there like he needed to stay attached.

Every few strokes, he’d glance up at you, just to see your expression. Like your pleasure was oxygen, and he was holding his breath between every gasp you gave.

You felt the orgasm start deep—low, coiled heat, getting tighter and tighter with every swirl of his tongue.

Your hand slid into his hair, tugging, guiding. “Right there—don’t fucking stop—”

Chris whimpered at your tone. His hips twitched uselessly against the mattress—like even his body was still trying to please you.

You tightened your grip. “Fuck, Chris—yes—”

And then you were coming. Hard.

Your whole body arched, your thighs clamped around his head, and he groaned into you, tongue never stopping, drinking it all in like it was his favorite thing he’d ever tasted. You rode it out on his mouth, hips grinding helplessly as your orgasm hit wave after wave.

When you finally stilled, breath ragged, Chris pulled back slowly—chin soaked, lips swollen, eyes wrecked. He looked like he was in awe. Like he was the lucky one.

“Did I…?” he whispered.

You grabbed his wrist and tugged him up the bed, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“You did,” you murmured. “You good little thing.”

And Chris—red-faced and shivering—just nodded, burying his face in your neck.

“…You can ruin me anytime.”

hollyyyyy i want to write more of this hehehehehehehehe

i can confirm this is exactly how chris would act.

@cursed-carmine dividers