#chris roach

[corey-wh0re]

It's just a date. Meghann Fahy as Violet in Drop (2025) | written by Jillian Jacobs & Chris Roach & directed by Christopher Landon

[bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews]

One Mann's Movies Film Review of "Drop". A nice, tense mystery thriller that goes off the deep end in the final reel. 3/5.

[naviss]

Don't miss #Drop! This intense new thriller arrives in UK cinemas tomorrow.

[xarliclub]

No confíes en nadie. #DropTheMovie en cines próximamente.

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[p1nkprincess444]

BUSY - SID JENKINS

female!reader x sid jenkins

word count: 942

contents: 18+, loss of virginity

part two

You stood in front of your locker exchanging your books from within your bags before you heard a soft thud next to you. Tony was leaning against the locker, his eyes locked on his phone as he typed out a text. 

“ Are you coming to Nips party tonight? ” 

“ No, mm’ busy tonight. ”

Tony simply just rolled his eyes and walked off, but yet not even four hours later he was completely plastered, calling your phone.

“ Where are you, I thought you were coming, ” he was barely even legible, his words slurring into the phone as music blared in the background.

“ No, I told you I have a date. ”

The phone went silent, the only indicator he was still there being the loud music.

“ You what? With who? ”

You clicked your phone shut without an answer, your date standing in front of you.

“ Hey, you alright? ”

“ Yeah Sid, let's just go get food, ” you silenced your phone shoving it in your bag.

Your fingers were intertwined with Sid's, your faces illuminated by the movie theater screen. The reflection of the movie played in Sid’s glasses, his eyes remaining on the screen, but your eyes were locked on him. You knew he was a virgin, hadn’t even kissed a girl according to Tony, but you found it endearing. He wasn’t like the other boys you had been with, he wasn’t like Tony. 

You had been staring too long and now you were being reflected back to yourself in Sid’s glasses, his eyes locked on yours. You leaned in, giving him a gentle peck on the lips, but when Sid tried to pull back his cheeks flushing red you held him there. Your fingers curled in his hair playing with the exposed hair on the nape of his neck, your tongue tangled with his. You could feel how inexperienced he was. Every movement of his lips or tongue met with a retraction unsure of how to proceed. 

You were only pulled from each other when the lights of the theater came on. Lipstick was smudged across Sid’s lips making you laugh, but you didn’t tell him why. 

Your hand remained in his as he walked you to your doorstep. 

“ Do you want to come up, my parents aren’t home. ”

Sid could practically taste the sexual innuendo from the question as it fell from your lips. He stared at you like a deer in headlights, the simple affirmation of yes getting caught in his throat. 

Your eyes were locked on him, watching as his cheeks grew red and he stood frozen, “ you don’t have to… ”

Words didn’t follow your sentence, they couldn’t, it was the only thing Sid could think of doing as his lips came down upon yours. His tongue pushing into your mouth the way yours had earlier in the night, it was as if he was trying to memorize the feeling. 

Sid’s nails were clawing at your hips that were covered only by a denim mini skirt as you sat in his lap. Your hands were tangled in his messy brown hair, his beanie discarded on your bedroom floor along with your shirt. It was all almost overwhelming to Sid but so exciting. 

Your hands moved to the zipper on his hoodie pulling it down with one tug before it joined his beanie on the floor. You stripped him of his clothing, one by one till he was laid out on your bed in just his boxers. His cock was straining against the fabric desperate to break free of its confines. You stripped down, carelessly tossing your clothes on the floor watching as Sid’s cheeks grew redder against his pale face.

You bent down, opening your purse, grabbing out the spare rubber you always kept in the side pocket before joining Sid on the bed. You tore open the plastic with your teeth before grabbing the rubber discarding the rest on the bed.

“ Can you take em’ off for me? ”

Sid hastily nodded, his fingers hooked under the elastic waistband pushing them down before kicking them. His cock was resting against his abdomen, the veins that lay visible through the skin pulsing. You slowly rolled the condom onto his cock already earning a groan from Sid. Your hands rested on his chest for support as you sunk down onto his shaft, his head was already thrown back pushing against your pillows as groans tumbled past his lips. His fingers gripped the sheets, his knuckles going white as he tried desperately not to finish too early, but his efforts were futile as you simply rolled your hips against his. A loud moan filled the room, his hips bucking into yours as he finished.

“ Shit- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- ”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his, “ we’re not done. ”

Your hips rolled against his before you grabbed his hands moving them to grasp your breasts. Your soft moans were much quieter than all the sounds falling from Sid’s lips. His hips rutted into yours, nothing could pull you from one another till something did. 

You could hear the loud pounding from downstairs as someone banged on the door. Your brow furrowed knowing you didn’t invite anyone over and your parents weren’t coming back till Monday. You slowly slid off Sid pulling his zip up over your unclothed body struggling with the zipper as you ran down the steps insisting to whoever was pounding on the door that you were coming. 

You had just gotten the zipper up when you opened the door revealing Tony, partially standing and partially leaning on the railing that guarded the front of your porch. 

[fenkizard]

bro… bro kratt… he’s a bug n pondering his wondrous orb

[southernroach]

there’s a high chance that roach got to play resident evil at least once, i will be thinking about this

[drymouther]

frailty - @boundtoanandroid's roach/chris kiss. 381 words

cw impalement, blood <3

It was a vulnerability in zir armor that did it. Just one weak point. A section of pole had been driven through a frailty, and Chris feels like a threaded bead on a string. Sitting. Bleeding alone in an office building. Telepathic dampeners down. At least ze could think.

Failure. Failure. Failure.

The attack on Blaze failed. What’s more, this injury was an accident. Chris was left brutalized and singed, the sting passing through metal and skin, pricks of pain down into muscle. Needles. Pins and needles, static sensitivity— and in the pain-haze Chris doesn’t sense them approach.

“Gehenna,” Lacrymosa says, slinking towards zir. In their hand is a small, minute case. Something valuable, something techy, something Chris doesn’t care much for.

“Lacrymosa.”

“Awful circumstances you’ve gotten yourself into, eh?” They gesture at the pole through Chris’ chest. Ze is bleeding, the emergency coagulant deployed against zir skin can only do so much. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Chris growls, but it doesn’t hold much weight. “So you’ve come here to gloat.”

“You bet your ass I am. Fucking pathetic.” Lacrymosa approaches, wasp-wings twitching. A buzzing sound. Stupid fly. They stand over Chris’ slumped over body, and with a dreadful yank that has Chris screaming, the weight of the pole shifting zir, weighing the wound down. Blind, throbbing pain. Like crucifixion. But never as noble as that. Martyrdom was never for Chris.

Through the featureless mask Lacrymosa peers at zir. “Blaze got away. I heard him laughing,” they taunt.

“You can’t prove anything.”

“Fucking hell, Chris, you lost.”

“Only for today.”

A pause. Lacrymosa tilts their head. Deliberate. Movements slow. They throw Chris back on the ground again, and Chris cries out in pain as the impact against zir back drives the pole through zir body.

The Rat King is working overtime for Chris to not feel the worst of it. To not let zir telepathy leak in the process. Pain always makes telepaths vulnerable. A useful tool. A terrifying weakness.

Lacrymosa stands over zir. Delicate gauntlets reach out and unclasp Chris’ helmet. Peel back the wet— bloodstained— saliva-stained— nanomesh balaclava that covered Chris’ lips. Lacrymosa’s helmet disengages. Dark brown hair with white strands frame a round face. Green eyes.

They lean down to kiss zir. Gentle. Tender. A fuck you.

“You’ve always been weak.”

[hxllhxund]

Rory fandom come back. I need y'all 😭🙏....♡

[darling-chris]

I FANCY THE BASS PLAYER

vs.

HANDS OFF THE DRUMMER

I present to you:

Christine McVie getting territorial via a statement tee 35 years apart, yes she is and will always be a legend!

[thanks to @sirpall for enlightening me on what her shirt says on the right. The quality is crappy but it makes a lot of sense]

[patrickstumpsbbg]

GUYLINER!

[mactavishenjoyer]

What I think the Call of Duty Modern Warfare characters favorite resident Evil characters are and no I'm not elaborating.

Price: Barry Burton

Soap: Carlos Oliveira

Roach: Raymond Vester

Ghost: Leon Kennedy (Says it's hunk tho)

Gaz: Keith Lumley

Laswell: Jill Valentine

Alex: Ada Wong

Farah: Piers Nivans

Hadir: Dylan Blake

Alejandro: Rebecca Chambers

Rudy:Moira Burton

Valeria: Alex Wesker (the superior Wesker)

Graves:Albert Wesker

Shepherd:Morgan Lansdale

[p1nkprincess444]

BUSY (PART TWO) - SID JENKINS

female!reader x sid jenkins

word count: 1,287

contents: 18+

mentions: @fallout-girl219

part one

Tony’s eyes lifted from the floor of the porch to meet your gaze. He was obviously wasted, the smell of alcohol emanating from his breath and clothes. He appeared disheveled, his hair messy and tangled, his clothes wrinkled and out of place. 

You couldn’t help but pull Sid’s sweater tighter around your body. It was a futile attempt to block out the cold and cover your naked body. Your tugging at the fabric only drew Tony’s eyes to it, he stared at the sweater, racking his brain for the answer where he had seen it before. His eyes widened when the answer clicked, it was Sid's sweater. 

“Why’re you wearing that? ” Tony wasn’t stupid, but he wanted to hear your excuse, he wanted to see if you’d lie to his face. 

I looked down at the sweater for a moment before meeting Tony’s gaze once more. “ Sid’s upstairs, we shagged. ”

He hadn’t expected you to be so casual, he wanted to catch you in a lie, he wanted the upper hand he so easily earned with other people. His thoughts were clouded by the alcohol trying to think of the next thing to say, he watched as you casually pulled a cigarette and lighter from sid’s sweater pocket.

You offered the pack to Tony watching as he grabbed one before leaning in for you to light the cigarette for him. You both took a drag of your separate cigarettes, exhaling the smoke into the cool night air. Everything was eerily silent, only the soft buzz coming from the street lamps. 

Tony broke the silence with a soft sigh before turning to face you, “ so is that twat your boyfriend now? ” 

You could practically taste the malice dripping from Tony’s words, he was upset, jealous even. 

“ No- just because we shagged doesn’t make a guy my boyfriend. You of all people should know that. ”

You flicked the cigarette out from between your fingers letting it join Tony’s on the concrete. A sigh escaped your lips as you turned to face Tony. 

“ Why’re you even here? God knows how many girls were throwing themselves at you at the party. ”

Tony didn’t even satisfy your question with a response before his lips were pressed against yours. 

You froze at the contact, contemplating if you should reciprocate or slap him. You chose the latter, your soft palm collided with Tony’s cheek before shoving him away. 

“ You can’t just do that- You always fucking do this Tony! I- I try to get with someone new, someone far better for me than you, and then you come crawling back, pestering me, reciting shit poetry. Just let me be happy Tone- I want someone who wants me not a challenge. 

You didn’t let him speak, didn’t let him loop your back in with a kiss or unfulfilled promises, you turned away walking back inside. You shut your front door, pausing as you clicked the lock into place, you practically dragged yourself back into bed with Sid, it was a confusing concoction of emotions you were feeling sadness for the loss of tony, but also relief he was gone, and perhaps a small piece of excitement to be with Sid. 

He tried to ask you who was at the door and why it took you so long to come back up, but his words were like white noise to you now. 

After an hour Sid’s soft snoring pulled you from your thoughts, you turned over in your bed to face him, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest. You tried to imagine your future with him, but your mind kept gravitating back to Tony. You felt conflicted, not knowing whether to embark on a new unknown path with Sid or attempt to change Tony into the boy you always wanted. 

You laid awake most of the night until your eyes began to droop, the weight of your heavy lids being too much for your sleepy body to bear. You woke in the morning to the soft creaking of your bed as it slowly rose back into place from under Sid’s weight. You watched as he dressed in the same clothes he wore the night before, watching as he adjusted his beanie and glasses. 

I slowly sat up in the bed, my covers falling down into my lap, “ Here it’s cold out. ” 

Your fingers clasped around the metallic zipper that was keeping the sweater closed, dragging it down until it was disconnected, you held it out Sid as if you weren’t sitting completely naked, as if it was the most casual thing, like eating food, or washing the dishes. 

Sid’s eyes drifted down to your full breasts, your nipple hard from the coldness seeping in through your windows. He watched as you shook the sweater, pulling his attention back to the fabric, his cheeks were pink as he pulled on the sweater, still warm from your body. He was unsure whether to kiss you or to just leave, but he found himself unable to control his thoughts as he leaned in for a chaste kiss. 

He tried to pull back after a moment, but your fingers were already in his hair, keeping his mouth planted firmly against yours. Your tongue pushed past his lips and into his mouth, desperate for more, but unfortunately Sid barely knew what he was doing. It was almost sweet in a way how you practically had to teach him to kiss, but a far thought lingered in the back of your head, missing how Tony always took control, how he knew what you liked, and how you liked it. 

The thoughts were becoming buried under the lust you were feeling in this moment, you reached for the button on his jeans pulling the fabric open, before letting it collect around his ankles. You reached out pushing down his boxers, letting them bunch around his thighs before pulling him back onto the bed. 

You did all the work last night, and now it was Sid’s turn. He fumbled for a moment before pushing in with a soft groan, he wasn’t sure what speed or force was adequate so he figured he would play it by ear. He watched your face for any sign of enjoyment, listening for a moan to pass your lips His hips rolled against your drawing out a deep moan from your chest. Sid moved slowly, moving slow and shallow, before pushing deeper he watched your eyes roll back in your head, feeling your nails rake down his back. Every sound that came from you Sid learned how to draw it out further, pushing his hips harder against yours, moving faster, trying to make you cum before he did. He watched as you pressed your hips against his, watching as your back arched and a loud moan left your lips. Sid’s face contorted into that of pleasure, his hips rutting into yours as he came. 

“ Did- Did you uhm- ? ”

I found it almost endearing the way Sid couldn’t even ask if I orgasmed, “ yeah- it was really good- ”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he pulled off you. Sid pulled up his boxers and jeans, fixing them into place.

“ Well- I should.. I gotta go, but I’ll see you at school. ”

You answered his words with a nod, kissing his cheek before Sid left your room, a smile plastered across his face. 

You laid there alone in your room for a while contemplating your next move. You reached for your phone that laid charging on your bedside table before dialing a number. 

You pressed the phone to your ear listening to the ringing until you were met with a groggy, raspy voice, “ Hello? ”

“ Tony? ”

[forensicated]

05x34 - Free Wheel

CID are undercover, centred around the Hilton National Hotel on the case of an arms dealer. Alistair is on reception, Ted and Jim are drivers for a fashion wholesaler with a convenient office across the road. Tosh is a general lookout hiding in an upstairs room at the wholesalers. Alistair alerts Tosh to the movement of their target. "Buttons and Bows..." Tosh drawls into the radio to alert Jim and Ted in an effort to give himself something more interesting than staring out of a window and eating. "Alright, we don't need a comedian!" Ted scowls, following the man in the van. He drops Jim off behind him to follow him on foot.

Jim follows him onto the local High St whilst Ted returns to the hotel to update Alistair. Ted is concerned that the receptionist is giving him funny looks and answers Alistair's insistence that everything is OK with "It's got to be better than OK!"As they get into the lift, a man exits with a woman who's clearly not his wife. Ted, of course, has a good look! Alistair reassures him he'll talk to the receptionist.

Yorkie finds CID empty. Bob similarly finds the front desk unmanned and presses the door to let a waiting couple in. They don't move, so he goes to ask if he can help. "We're being seen, thanks."

Ted and Alistair search Rouse's room with great care to return everything exactly as it was. Jim has to duck into a shop doorway to avoid being seen when Rouse turns round after checking his watch. Ted finds the mini bar and gets Alistair to come and unlock it. "I hate the smell of too much money," Ted says, purposely shaking the bottle of champagne. "Especially if it's bent and especially if it belongs to someone else." For what's meant to be an expensive room... It's really not. Even the view isn't that great! They find absolutely nothing.

Yorkie comes back down and sees Bob in the front office. He tells Bob that the couple waiting at the door are odd. They have been in half a dozen times that week already and he doesn't want to deal with them anymore. He wants CID to take over, but no one is in! Bob tells him that CID are all on a job. Yorkie explains that the couple's car was stolen 10 days ago and they won't rest until it's found. They'd left the keys in the ignition and didn't realise until it was too late. It all adds up to an unsolvable crime, and Yorkie is at his wits' end. (Interesting fact: this couple were married IRL, which probably helps them bounce off each other so well).

Alistair returns the suspect's door key to him when he arrives back at the hotel. He's very polite and asks the receptionist, who clearly hates him, to tell him if he's overdoing it. "I will. You're overdoing it."

The car theft victims are surprised to hear there's no news on their car. They tell Yorkie that they've been doing their own surveillance to try and locate the car. Yorkie smiles politely as they speak at the same time, and are generally a bit eccentric. "No other car will do for us, just that one. We just want our own car back. Please."

Ted can't believe that their suspect didn't do anything of note whilst out - he didn't talk to anyone, buy anything, or meet anyone. Ted doesn't let the job stop him being Ted, however....

Rouse is not making any calls out of the hotel and no one is ringing in to speak to him either. Jim says he is playing £100 a night (now £260) to walk around the block and look in a few shop windows.

The boys aren't happy. They've got most of CID sat tied up on someone else's case whilst their own cases are getting left behind. Rouse hasn't had a conviction for arms dealing for 8 years, but Ted, who has had experience with him in the past, is adamant that he's up to something. Ted points out that the lack of conviction doesn't mean he's turned over a new leaf - he just hasn't been caught. Ted reminds Jim that their suspect is the subject of special reports from almost every major crime unit in the country. "If they couldn't get a case against him in 8 years, what chance have we got?" Jim sighs. "Our brief is to watch and wait, night and day. Ok?" Ted snaps. Jim scowls, claiming it only needs two of them and not the entire CID team. "You know why? I'll tell you why. Burnside." he spits. "He wants the arrest to take place here and nowhere else. He's got two fingers up to all the crime squad and all the surveillance teams across the country!" Tosh isn't happy to hear that he's got to remain at the wholesalers, keeping watch for a second night. "I've got an oversexed wife waiting for me at home!" "What you need is domestic backup - an oversexed lodger!"

Alistair watches as a courier drops off a parcel with only 'to be collected' written on it. "Can't you read?" the receptionist snaps. She admits it's an unusual experience but is too busy to consider it further. Alistair opens it with a view to replacing the envelope. It's what looks like a car key. Rouse is still in his room, and the cars in the car park are all accounted for as owned by guests. Ted suggests it could belong to any vehicle and so could not be involved in their operation, so keep an eye, but don't let it draw focus. Alistair returns to the receptionist. "Keep smiling."

The doorman clarifies that Rouse arrived via taxi and says he recognises Ted. "Are you the er..." "Department of Trade and Industry."

Tosh asks if they're bugging Rouse's phone. Jim says that wasn't possible, but the switchboard is logging calls to and from his room. The only problem is that there aren't any! Tosh reckons he has to be waiting for something or someone, given the £100 a night luxury.

Bob tells Yorkie that the odd couple have rung back and want to speak to him. Bob took pity on poor Yorkie and told them that he was busy. The couple want to ask for Yorkie's permission to advertise their lost car. "They didn't want to cut across your process of investigation." He warns him that they're going to ring back.

At the hotel, Alistair keeps watch over the parcel as Rouse approaches. "You seem to work long hours." Alistair simply smiles and explains that they're short-staffed at the moment. Rouse asks for matches and doesn't touch or mention the envelope despite it being right in front of them.

The next morning, Jim is quick to wake Tosh from the sleeping bag on the floor so they can swap over.

The receptionist asks Alistair when they're going to be gone, as she wants everything to return to normal. She asks what Mr Rouse has done. Alistair gestures for her to be more discreet and tells her that - so far - Rouse has done nothing. The doorman tells them that a guest booked in last night with a car and he gives him the registration. Alistair questions that because he was on shift and no guest arrived with a car mentioned. The doorman points at a shabbily parked car and complains about it. Alistair tells Ted - it could be bent or it could be someone simply using the hotel car park to park for the night. With that and the key being left for Rouse it's concerning. It's even more concerning when Tosh tells them that there are no such number plates registered.

Ted passes on a message from Frank for everyone to stay in place. Alistair suggests they're going to need a changeover before long as Rouse spoke to him and questioned him about working such long hours. Ted reassures him that whatever is going on can't take much longer. Known associates of Rouse have turned up at a hotel in Southampton situated near the dock. It looks like they're about to ship out - literally. The local police did the same searching of the room - carefully - as Sun Hill did and found not only the name of the hotel they're staking out but also Rouse's room number on a scrap of paper.

Yorkie's favourite couple return and ask for him. They think they've found their car but it's got a different number plate on it. They do have a spare set of keys with them but haven't approached it or tried them yet as they didn't want to destroy finger print evidence. You can see where this is going, right...? They tell Yorkie that the car is parked in a hotel carpark. He agrees to have it looked into - in the hope he'll get rid of them.

Alistair returns to the reception desk to find the package gone. The receptionist tells him Rouse collected it when he paid his bill. He's currently packing in his room. Alistair updates Tosh, Ted and Jim and they all prepare 'for lift off'. The car reported is still in place, for now. All parties drive to the hotel, ready to pick Rouse up. Unfortunately for them, Yorkie arrives in a marked police car with the couple so they can show him the car. Yep, it's the target car. He goes inside to speak at the desk as Rouse approaches. The look on the receptionist's face gives them away as Rouse looks at her. He notices Yorkie arriving and approaches the desk, calmly telling them he collected the key package by mistake. "It's not mine after all." Rouse leaves and Yorkie approaches the desk, asking Alistair what he's doing there. Thankfully Rouse is far enough to have not heard, but the damage was already done. Alistair radios the others and tells them the operation has been blown. "You bloody fool!" he chides Yorkie, jumping over the desk [captured in gif for... reasons]. "What's going on?" Yorkie blinks, following him outside.

Rouse walks away as the doorman approaches the irritating couple and asks them to move their car. The husband gets in the car. Alistair looks at Rouse's retreating back as the car is about to be started...

People start screaming after the explosion and the officers run towards the scene. It's obvious it's too late - even with the almost instantaneous fire engine sirens.

Ted can only watch the horror as Rouse walks away into the distance.

[morganbritton132]

I got really into music the summer before I started eighth grade. Prior to that, every band I liked and every song I played, I discovered through professional wrestling.

[thefashionforwardfiles]

On Zone Dreamers collection|April 14 2025|Styled by Law Roach

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Zendaya wears a custom Chris Habana space suit. Designed in collaboration with Law Roach

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