#taken!chris

[phone4pills]

𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏!chris plans a date with his girlfriend while fucking you

“So… pizza?” He questioned, one hand holding the phone to his ear while he used the other to give his length a few strokes. Chris had you on both knees with your head down on the pillow and he loved nothing more than the arch in your back as you waited impatiently for him to give you what you wanted.

Chris’ girlfriend hummed over the phone, talking about her unfinished makeup and how she’d be ready by 7. Well one of you would finish by 7. Funny. You had no time to laugh, no air as you buried you face in the silk of the cushion when Chris pushed into you, burying himself in your heat. The stretch was undeniable. “Fuckk…” Your moans were muffled as his hand came lever your ass, thumb stroking up and down. The cold sensation of his bracelet lingered on your skin. He tutted. “Yeah yeah whatever. Gonna uber?”

You couldn’t hear the other end very well; too lost in the fog of the moment. You knew it didn’t mean much to Chris, he was getting more later tonight from his girl anyway but you’d been needed someone who could do you right. And Chris Sturniolo was the only man that knew where to hit hard, where to grab you, where to kiss, where to make you feel so much pleasure you’d end up in tears.

After hanging up, Chris focused of his attention onto you. Hitting even deeper to chase after the relief he’d been needing all week. His girlfriend wouldn’t drop this whole ‘promise ring’ thing and he was tired of making excuses for not buying one. But he wasn’t going to get her one any time soon either. Was she really worth it?

The more he thought about it, the faster he went in an attempt to kick all of it out of his mind. And the way your ass bounced when he sunk in made it easy to forget all of it. “So fuckin’ pretty.” He whispered, knowing you were already on edge. Knowing that a little praise would help you reach your climax. You came hard, spilling all over his cock. So much so that Chris couldn’t hold his own release in any longer, flooding your own cum back into you with his own.

He planted a kiss on your lower back, admiring you for a mere second before getting up. He hated staying after sex, always making it his priority to leave quickly. So he grabbed his phone and called his girlfriend once more. “Change of plans. I’m gonna take a shower and pick you up.”

short one for a request !! I swear I’ll put my taglist to use eventually for actual fanfics but no taglist for blurbs. also I’ll update my masterlist but you can find way more in my ‘bundles’ post based off of my aus. thank you for readingg !

- ©phone4pills

[lesbiansforeddiediaz]

Making this post the day after father's day but as much as people love hehe Buck got baby trapped jokes, a very important part of Buck's character is that he wants and chooses to be there. Eddie is not off loading Chris onto Buck, he is giving Buck the trust and purpose that he is always trying to earn/find. Eddie dropping Chris off when Buck was not allowed to work was for Buck, not himself or even Chris, because he knew that Buck felt useless and trusting him with that responsibility is what Buck needed. Buck loves Chris and finds genuine enjoyment and fulfillment in being a part of his life. A big part of who Buck is is his desire to help people and his love for his family and friends (and that includes Chris)

[traceyc-uk]

The Moo>ncalves (Chris @diana-bluewolf, Sunan @dom1re, Nfy)

[charliecharliechallenge]

I had a vision

[pharawee]

Did you just use your powers on me?

▷ PIT BABE THE SERIES 2 · Episode 8

[sailor-iris]

Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes in Black Widow (2016)

Art by: Chris Samnee

[vendettaischreonyaoi]

I need you to post headcanons for resident evil NOWWW NOW NOW NOW NOW!!! RIGHT NOW!!!! SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE CHARACTERS NOW

i shall be at your service

ethan seems like the type to have a peanut allergy, but now that i’m thinking about it the allergy probably went away when he became mold and he was just like huh i guess i’m cured

chris definitely snores, nobody can convince me otherwise. look at that man and tell me he doesn’t snore like a jackhammer

rebecca hates tiramisu, she got some for a sweet treat and to her dismay it was very bitter, very sad (i’m definitely not projecting)

personally i think leon would hate the feeling of being choked, or things around his neck in general considering the amount of times a b.o.w has picked him up by the throat and absolutely lobbed him across the room. this would probably cause him to avoid turtlenecks or buttoning up shirts all the way

speaking of leon i think his hair is a light brown or dirty blond colour naturally, but he dyed it blond when he was younger, and he dyed it darker in vendetta (ah yes coping with trauma by changing your hair) but i like to think re6 would be his natural colour

after re5 jill’s hair was permanently lightened, so she dyes it to distance herself from that time of her life. however the blonde still peaks through, kind of like grey hairs

circling back to chris, i think it would be cute if he needed reading glasses like claire, but still he refuses to wear them

claire has always been good with kids, and she wanted to be a mother someday. but with bioterrorists causing so much harm she can’t bring herself to bring a child into the world, however sherry definitely acts as the daughter she wanted

jill taught rebecca piano back in the raccoon city days, but rebecca didn’t really get as good of a grasp on it as jill

and finally… chreon! because i had to, i mean look at my name

leon gives chris gum in place of cigarettes, trying to help him kick the habit. chris usually gives him a little bit of a dirty look for it, but he always takes the gum

(i wanted to include more characters but this post is long and i couldn’t think of anything for some </3)

[solaestial]

sleepy cuddles 💤

[takaraphoenix]

Honestly, I think that I should be allowed to magically manifest a sick fic for my OTP into existence when I am sick. I should be able to go into my ship tag and just find my fave being doted on by his partners to make my own being sick feel better. I think that that's how it should work.

[coeurdeverre82]

psycho killer at the horseshoe tavern toronto may 13 1978

[phone4pills]

𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏!chris fucks your throat at a party at his girlfriend’s house

“Takin’ me so fuckin’ good huh? Missed me, didn’t you?” Chris groaned, shoving your head further onto his mess of a dick that had been waiting for your pampering all night. The bass of the awfully loud music playing in the background made the walls vibrate, throb. And truthfully, the coloured lights and variety of smells had been giving you a headache all night. One that you needed but really couldn’t bare any longer.

It was to your relief that Chris had pulled, rather pushed, you into the bathroom. You’d been eyeing him and his girlfriend from across the room, drinking more of whatever was in your solo cup every time their lips collided. Afterwards, you had at Chris. So next thing he knew, he was not only kissing his girlfriend, but watching you kiss and toy with one random guy over her shoulder. He was more than pissed off. And you always knew you’d find out, so it was no surprise that your were on your knees in front of him in a bathroom. Again.

The real shock came from the thought that he was okay with being so intimate with you in none other than his girlfriend’s bathroom. The man had some nerve receiving from you in the same place he taken pills, showers, hell even a few pregnancy tests with his her. In the end, none of it meant all that much to you, if the two of you got caught, Chris would been a a lot more trouble than you.

Your French tips clawed at his bare thighs, trying to steady yourself somehow. You were dizzy already from all the alcohol in your system, and now you were just about losing control. Chris chuckled, his own grip moving towards the edge of the sink he was leaning on as he neared his climax. “Hey.” One his hands clicking in front of your face. “Quit goin’ all dumb on my dick.”

You nodded slowly, sucking on his tip instead of bobbing your head up and down, you figured it was only making you more disoriented. And you definitely did something, because Chris was coming within seconds, feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure at your gesture. And you swallowed every drop, feeding his ego even more. When you’d pulled yourself off him with a pop, he helped you get up. One hand on your hip, the other reaching towards your face.

Chris’ thumb wiped a little mess of drool and cum from the corner of your mouth. That was his way of praising you for swallowing what he’d given you. ��That’ll sober you up. You can thank me later.”

Then a knock rang through the wood of the door followed by a high pitched voice. “Chris, you good in there?” His girlfriend. Of course. Chris grinned slyly. He was enjoying every second of sneaking around with you. “Uh, yeah. I’ll be out to play beer pong in five. Mind gettin’ me a soda?” Gradually, the footsteps retreated and before you could blink, Chris was pulling his discarded clothes back on, hurrying out of the bathroom door.

oh my fuck. phora’s getting freaky over here you guys. it’s just a short blurb but I figured you guys deserved it for blowing up the introduction post. eat up guys.

- ©phone4pills

[okdidireallyneedtoknow]

NOT MY MEME I found this from someone's beecher/keller spotify playlist and it's my favorite thing ever 😭😭😭 shout out to whoever made this, I loled out loud when I saw it

Edit: credit to @wolftrapboy !!

[traceyc-uk]

hi~♡

Btw..

Btw..!

Does Chris and NFY have a ship name? 👀✨ If so.. I'd love to know what it is, I can't rly think of anything 🙂‍↕️🤲🏻

Much love~ ♡

Hiii Lucy 🥹 you’re so sweet to ask. In short it’s Burdie. It’s derived from a couple scenarios that’s a bit too long to get into but it stuck and the thinking we can always change it if we wanted. but we’ve been referring to them as Burdie

Nfy + Chris @diana-bluewolf

[rodricksxslut]

put me in a room with them and WE’RE ALL COMING OUT PREGNANT

[warpedwings]

Happy Birthday Chris Schmelke! (April 20th)

📷: Twitter Instagram

[sanowflower]

(Okay, this started out as an incorrect quote but it just got out of my hand... haha.)

It had been the grocery-shopping day, a day that Eddie dreaded, only made slightly better by the presence of his boyfriend. Thankfully, with Buck's suspicious expertise, they were done quickly, now walking back home. Eddie smiles at that, home, something warm crawls over his chest at the thought, it is no doubt Buck thinks of his house as home, a safe space.

They had decided to walk instead of taking their car, the supermarket wasn't that far and they enjoyed strolling down the road, shoulders bumping into each other, Buck excitedly pulling him to new or unique stores by his hand, or Eddie grabbing Buck's waist, trying to steer him away before he gets too caught up and forget their tasks.

It wasn't until they were near Eddie's place that Buck realized his boyfriend had sneakily taken all of the grocery bags from his hands, again. It's ridiculous, Buck can lift so much more, Eddie knows that.

"Eddie, seriously, what use is my 6'2 and 200 pounds body if not fo-"

As if he knew the exact words that would come out of Buck's mouth, he stopped walking, and interrupted Buck. Which he did very rarely.

"For me to love and cherish every part of you. It's not for being used and bruised, amor, your body is made to be worshipped by me."

Buck listened to him say these words and bites back... something building up in his throat. He knew Eddie genuinely cared for him in a way nobody did, but to hear him say it verbally, with such absolution. It was hard not to get emotional. All of his life, he was made to believe he was nothing more than a body, to be used, to protect, spare parts, that all he could ever offer was his body, something strong that made everyone except him feel safe.

Eddie, having some idea about the issues that surrounded his body, smiled softly at Buck. He then shifted all the bags in one hand and grabbed Buck's wrist, pulling it upwards as he dropped a soft kiss on his skin.

"I know you can carry it all, but you don't need to, you don't have to, let me carry it for you sometimes."

Buck was already melting into a pile of goop at his boyfriend's beautiful words, but being attacked twice was a bit too much. He knew the man wasn't only talking about these bags. He blinked the tears away, letting Eddie entangle their fingers as they started to walk again. He felt grateful, and seen, not only did Eddie want to help carry his burdens, he knew Buck could handle it, that he was capable enough...

To be helped and not be made to feel useless, Buck didn't think he has experienced it in a way he was right in this moment.

"I don't look it in front of your beautiful body but I am pretty strong, baby, I can take you in a fight before you try to reiterate." Eddie added the last part, seeing that his blond darling was calming down, and only to make him laugh, remembering their conversation that had led to a damn good time of their life.

Buck laughed brightly, eyes crinkling beautifully as his body collided lightly against Eddie's, then he grabbed Eddie's neck with a gentle touch, letting their lips touch softly for a few seconds before he pulled away, not wanting to get carried away, as they always do.

"Well, you are pretty and strong, I'd be a fool to argue with that"

"Which you do, at times, but you'd be my fool regardless"

"Oh my god, Eddie, stop." Buck wasn't used to this kind of bashfulness, no one loved him as tenderly as Eddie Diaz.

"Never, mi coraz��n"