#Oh poor poor Christopher

[honeybunniii333]

I know the first one you posted was kind of this but I'd like to request Chris angst

(SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER, SCHOOL, AND WORK ARE KICKING MY ASS. Also, these are based on my own experience with panic attacks. I know that a lot of people touch triggering, but i personally find it grounding. Hope this is painful enough? ❤️)

He didn't know why he was still crying. His dad had passed out ages ago. But he just couldn't calm himself down. His face hurt, and he was shaking, and breathing just felt too hard. He'd been like this for at least an hour, but it felt like so so much longer. The lights in his room were too bright, but he didn't have it in him to uncurl himself from his corner to turn them off. "Chris?" He hadn't even heard the window open. "Chris...hey?" Everything was blurry. His thoughts ran together too much for him to focus on any particular one, The lights went out, and there was someone beside him. close but not close enough to touch. "Chris..." Nevin's voice softened as he moved to sit beside the taller boy. "Hey...look at me... can you look at me, please?" The boy asked gently, and after a moment or so, he slowly lifted his head up enough from his knees to look at the other as asked. It wasn't like Nevin didn't know what was happening. The intense aura of panic had smacked him in the face the moment he'd set foot in the boy's backyard. But seeing the look of Pure unfiltered distress on his face still made the shorter teens' heart clench uncomfortably. "Can I touch you?" He didn't want to make it worse. Sometimes, touched helped certain people, and sometimes, it made it worse. "Please...?" the boy croaked out, he needed something, something grounding, something to make the suffocating feeling go away. And just like that, there were arms wrapped around him that he immediately leaned into, tucking his face into the others shoulder, his hands bundling up the fabric of the emo teens pajama shirt, it briefly occurred to him that Nevin was asleep before he came here, his hair wasn't fixed properly and he hadn't even bothered with his jacket... but he couldn't focus on it long because there were nails raking through his hair and quiet mumbled reassurance he couldn't quite process but somehow still felt comfort from.

Slowly but surely, after a few minutes of gentle words and gentle hands, he finally finally could breathe again. "Chris...?" hands found their way to his face as Nevin pushed him back just enough so to properly look the boy over. Chris found himself grabbing onto the boy's waist, just to keep the contact as much as he could. Nevin didn't comment on it, just tilted the boy's face up a bit to inspect the very obvious bruise forming on pale skin. His eyes narrowed, but he chose not to speak on it then. He knew it would just upset Chris more, and that's the last thing the shaky kid needed right now. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked. "No..." Chris admitted, glancing away in an almost guilty manor. Nevin paused for a brief moment before speaking again. "Wanna get out of here?" He tilted his head as he moved his hands to take the others in them and squeeze gently. "....Yes." Chris was suddenly, all too aware of how much of a mess he was right now. His legs felt wobbly as he stood, and his head spinned for a moment as he let himself be slowly led over to the window.

And then that thought he'd had reoccurred to him as he watched Nevin open the window again in preparation for their escape. "Hey...Nev?" He asked, cringing internally at how cracky his voice sounded. "Yeah?" The reply came softly as he climbed out to the other side, finding his footing quickly on the slanted roof. He'd gotten used to this. Over the last few months, it'd become routine. "How did you know to come over?" The boy paused for a moment, turning to look back at the still trembling junior. "I don't know.." he shrugged. "I just.. felt like I should... so I did." he whispered, "I'm glad you did." He added, and if Nevin felt the affection that came with that statement, he didn't say a word about it. They were silent the rest of the way down, and if Chris chose to hold Nevins hand the rest of the way to his house, Nevin wouldn't say a word about that either.

[4aceclover]

I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER

Yes major spoiler warnings

The most recent chapter of shadows has came out as if the previous one wasn't making the timeline and story of this awesome manga confusing enough then we get this information drop and I have no words just read this

Apparently the one who started all of this nonsense to begin with with the fairies and them attacking the mirror house family which includes Kate's mom by the way was all caused by this guy named Joseph (I'm mostly focusing on Kate right now I don't even want to begin to talk about my feelings towards the twist about Anthony)

Now doesn't that name sound familiar

It would explain a lot to be honest but man the story just loves stacking more and more on Kate shoulders as if dealing with the adults and Anthony wasn't bad enough now we got this nonsense give me a break

And here I thought this manga was going to follow the simple anime structure: 5 protagonists with five antagonists, each corresponding to one of the protagonists we see, and they're going to have to battle each other. Heck the Manga and anime even hinted at this, but nope let's just keep on making things harder for poor Kate! As if things weren't already bad enough.

(The poor girl doesn't even know what she is and now we're just giving her more problems to worry about, give me a damn break)

And while my theory about Anthony / Christopher being siblings with Rum / Shirley was confirmed non Cannon (thank God) that doesn't mean the choice of making him siblings with somebody else wasn't off the table

This story has gone from very clever to making me very angry but for very personal reasons it's still clever just in a way that's going to make us all get whiplash

[omg-hellgirl]

Earlier in the decade, when Lennon was living with his mistress May Pang on East Fifty-second Street, the two rock icons often spent time together. "Mick would drop by our apartment," Pang said, "and the two of them would talk about who was the hot new guitar player, or they'd just sit on the floor eating Chinese food and watching television."

Now that John and Yoko were back together, Mick almost never saw his old friend.

Christopher P. Andersen, Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger.

[alister312]

Licking the Damstophe crumbs off the floor, do you happen to have any headcanons? 🥺👉👈

YES I DO..........

i think they met in the brief time that Christophe died bc Damien was left to deal with all the new souls since his dad was getting ready to go up to earth with Saddam

since Damien is always on the move and Christophe is home schooled, they don't really have a lot of people they're close to which forces a bit of a codependency friendship early on

one time Christophe couldn't see or talk to Damien for a day so he tried to tunnel down to hell. he got pretty far, considering it's impossible without demon powers

they get together pretty early on in their lives. like, while i picture gregstophe starting to date in more of a young adult part of their life, i think damstophe would be high school sweethearts? not a very "sweetheart" vibe but... you know

i talked more about it here but they are such menaces to society... there's nothing they love more than a good bar brawl or grand arson 🥰 ideal date night

Damien lighting Christophe's cigarette with a little tiny flame and Christophe letting him have a drag is how they say "I love you"

they do still say "I love you" for real sometimes but they prefer for things between them to go unspoken but still understood (they are kings of misunderstanding and miscommunication)

Damien calls Christophe "DeLorne" even after they get married and Christophe takes Damien's last name. he tries out pet names but none ever really stick and Christophe doesn't really like "Chris" or "Tophe" which are the only nicknames one can get from his name. on VERY rare occasions, he'll call Christophe by his first name but only ever if they're alone

Christophe usually just calls Damien by his first name, but sometimes he calls him "mon amour"

they eventually settle in hell bc Christophe winds up there fairly often anyway due to his line of mercenary work (Damien keeps reviving him and his enemies are scared and confused about how he keeps coming back)

the worst fight they had was from Damien taking Christophe to see the royal hellhounds as a surprise bc he thought it would be funny. Christophe nearly killed him.

and bc i love to be self indulgent, recently my favorite thing to doodle has been fankids, in particular Damien ones bc i love demonic-y designs and I can wave away them meeting w something something demon magic... and anyway, my damstophe kid Bia is absolutely the rudest of her half siblings but i love her very much so she is forgiven <3

of my favorite Damien ships, i just think he and Christophe would both adopt the attitude of "we don't give a shit about what you do" regarding their kid (both growing up hating their single parent but not having anyone else and so. complicated feelings lol). they care about Bia but together they're very bad at parenting 😅 any morals she has were taught to her by a desperate Kenny or Gregory wanting the next ruler of hell to not be a complete brat

[myrammmortal]

Chapter 19, i'm nut(s) okay, i promise

AN: plz stup flaming da story if u do ur a foken prep n ur jelous ok!11 frum noq un im gong 2 delt ur men reviowz!111 BTW evonyd a poorblod so der!1 fangz 2 raven 4m da help!11

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All day we sat angerly finking about Till. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da Andre Hazes concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go.

Anyway, I went to the common room sadly to cut classes. Richard was being all secretive.

I asked what it was and he got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve bi guyz so hot).

“No one fucking understands me!1” he shouted angrily as his black hare went in his big blue eyes. He was wearing black baggy paints, a black Rammstein t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik Editors note: after 19 chapters of you pointing it out, I think we geddit.) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather hotpants, black high held boots and a cross belly fing (A rosary? I thought you were goffik). My hair was al up in a perfect little donut. (email me if u wana see da pik)

“Accuse me? What about me!” I growled.

“Buy-but-but-” he grunted.

“You fucking bastard!” I moaned.

“No! Wait! It’s not what it fucking looks like!” he shouted.

But it was to late. I knew what I herd. I ran to the bathroom angrily, cring. Richard banged on the door. I whipped and whepped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (raven that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot.

Suddenly Hargrid came. He had appearated.

“You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da gurl’s room?”

Only it wasn’t just Hargrid. Someone else was with him too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Tom Rid or maybe Richard but it was Till.

“Hey I need to ask you a question.” he said, pulling out his black wanabe-goffik purse. “What are u wearing to the concert?”

“U no who Andre Hazes r!” I gasped.

“No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” He said. “Anyway Richard has a surprise for u.” 

[marvellouspinecone]

Rewatching the Parting of Ways and oh my god oh my fucking god jesus christ literally every second of this episode is filled to the brim with tension every time i'm watching i feel like i'm gonna die as if it's the first time

[stopthefeeling]

That was A Lot

[florasletter]

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[ratlobbers]

ooh oh oho let me go!

1. The Lucky Chops

2. Will Wood

3. Steam Powered Giraffe

4. The Crane Wives

5. Lemon Demon

6. The Oh Hellos

7. Clyde and the Milltailers

8. DragonForce

9. Poor Man's Poison

10. Stan Rogers

11. The Longest Johns

12. Sabaton

13. Bo Burnham

14. Bill Wurtz

15. Christopher Bill

I want all of your favorite song artists you can remember so we can bond over music in the reblogs and replies

I'll start:

The Rolling Stones

AC/DC

Mother Mother

Steam Powered Giraffe

Fish in a Birdcage

Caravan Palace

Cosmo Sheldrake

MGMT

Gabriel Templar

Melanie Martinez

Toby Fox (yes, video game soundtrack creators count)

FOLLOWERS, GO WILD! REBLOG THIS WITH YOUR FAVORITES! TAG YOUR FRIENDS!

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also there's no limit on artists you can remember. it can be 50, it can be 5, just list some

[bbokicidal]

"What is That?" | SKZ | [B.C.]

Notes: Based off of the selfies Chris has sent on bubble in the last few days after their Tokyo concerts - and how he said he acquired the Wolfchan hat. ;]

Warnings: None Genre: Fluff Pairing: Bangchan x Reader Word Count: 900

"...Christopher." The speed at which your boyfriend whips around to face you seems like it should've given the poor man a broken neck. With his cheeks full of sandwich and the food itself tucked into his hands near his chest, dark eyes stare in circular saucers at where you stand in the living room. "What is that?"

"Babe!" He peeps, the word muffled with his mouthful of ham and cheese. "I thought you went out with a few friends for lunch, so I made myself a sandwich." Chris' eyes fall to his hands before he decides to carefully set the food on a small plate lingering on the island.

Your brow cocks in interest. "I wasn't talking about the sandwich."

Wide eyes blinking in confusion, the two of you hold eye contact for a good few moments before his head tips curiously as if asking what you were referring to. Your hand lifts to your temple, the tip of your index finger slowly tapping along your hair. As he swallows down his food, Chris lifts a hand to mimic the action but pauses when he feels something soft that definitely is not his hair.

He realizes then that you were talking about the hat currently tucking down his curls; Grey, fluffy - Wolfchan ears.

"Oh!"

A smile blossoms over your lips. Your arms cross over your chest as if waiting for an answer and your boyfriend doesn't hesitate in beginning to explain. "It's a hat I wore at the concert in Tokyo last weekend when we did our outfits SKZoo themed! Do you like it? Isn't it cute?~"

And you giggle, carefully shaking your head at just how adorable your boyfriend can be. Hard to believe he's the one taking his shirt off at every concert he performs in. "Very. But aren't those wardrobes for concerts only? How'd you get them to let you have it?"

The silence that follows - along with the way Chris' eyes slowly widen one more time - seems to give you the answer you were asking for.

"...Christopher."

Lips rolling in and pursing shortly after, he slumps forward a bit. "I stole it."

"That's what I thought." You chuckle, turning your back to him to continue folding the laundry you'd just taken from the dryer - You know, what you were doing before he decided to make his presence known. "It is very cute though. I can't blame you for taking it."

And with that, you think the conversation would be over. But Chris seems to recognize that there's something still lingering in the air - like words left unsaid floating just above your pretty little head. So he makes his way over until he can wrap his arms around you from behind, fingers teasingly squeezing at your sides. It was a feeling you'd never get tired of; Being cozied up in strong arms and giggling under wandering hands.

"Are you... jealous?"

His teasing accusation makes your shoulders bounce with laughter, and his head bobs along to the motion with his chin resting along the collar of your shirt. You can feel his breath fanning over your ear as he giggles out, "You're jealous I have a cute Wolfchan hat and youuuu don't.~"

Forcing your laughter down in your chest and pursing your lips although they still form a smile, you manage to shake your head. The towel in your hands folds neatly as you regain focus, confident in your words. "No, absolutely not. I'd never be jealous of a silly little hat."

"So..." Chris starts softly, beginning to sway behind you and smiling to himself when you join in on the sweet motion. "You wouldn't be excited if I told you I snagged an extra one for you, too...?"

You pause, dropping the towel down upon the stack already folded before turning to face him with curious eyes. Chris pops a brow and hums out, loosening his hold on you so his hands can rest comfortably along the small of your back. "Mm?"

"Is it also Wolfchan or is it a different character?"

A smile paints plump lips, your boyfriend stepping back so he could bend down and grab the black backpack leaning up against the couch you'd been folding laundry on. It unzips, the sight too beautiful to behold as he plucks out another grey beanie with Wolfchan ears - Yes, another one he secretly snagged just so you could match.

And with grinning, giggly expressions and rosy cheeks, the two of you take a few pictures cheek-to-cheek so he can have a new wallpaper for his phone. Yours too, of course. He also makes a note to send them to the group chat later on, met with the puking emoji from Minho almost immediately in response - then a thumbs up so he knew it was all in good fun.

Though seeing the pictures of the two of you in the group chat made Chris think. Maybe he could post them to Instagram, or send them on his Bubble. Maybe it was time to make things... publicly official.

It's a wandering, shy thought at first, unsure if it's a safe thing to do or if he'll be scolded for it by the company. But he decides it's the right time when he peeks over at you folding laundry still, now wearing the Wolfchan hat with the cute ears poking up from the top of your head.

Yeah. He definitely wanted the world to know you were his.

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[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “chris”.

— chan × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2217. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: afab reader, unprotected sex, creampie, dry humping, daddy kink, degradation & inappropriate language. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: i love me an obsessed ex-boyfie [🍽]

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. you can't get over chris.

The studio door unlocked with an electronic noise. You didn't make a fuss about entering — it wasn't your first time there, and it probably wouldn't be your last.

"Took you long enough.", he mumbled without bothering to turn around.

"There was too much traffic," you threw your bag on the couch behind him, sitting there right away. The sound of the keyboard echoed in the room for a few more minutes, as if it was inside your head. There was no room for shame, you'd been in this position more times than you'd like to admit.

The chair finally turned around, letting you see the man for the first time that week. Okay. Maybe there was room to feel ashamed. You followed his eyes scanning your body from head to toe, lingering on your legs that were barely covered by the short dress you were wearing — it used to be his favorite, you didn't expect a different reaction.

"So? What have I done to deserve the honor of your presence?", the sweet tone dripped with sarcasm, as if the cynical smile wasn't already a great indicator.

"Cut it, Christopher.", you weren't in the mood to entertain his jokes today. His shameless laughter made you question whether being there was really a good idea, but unfortunately, you needed him.

"Oh, you mad, princess? No need to stress. I'll fix your issue right now." he pressed his tongue against his cheek, smiling mischievously — he was always a tease. He spread his legs even wider, settling himself in the chair. Chan looked at you as if he expected something from you, smiling when he noticed your shyness. "Are you gonna just sit there? We both know why you're here." conceited, he said as if it was obvious (and it really was). You stood up, feeling even more embarrassed, but didn't exactly know why — Chris knew how to make you shy, even after so long. "Take off your panties while you're at it." You gave the man an offended look, as if he had insulted you. "What? You wanna get fucked, don't you?" the man let out a chuckle. You reluctantly took off your panties, there's no arguing with facts, and sat on his lap right after.

Your body and mind felt like two different entities that didn't have the same goal. There was a voice in your head telling you how wrong that was, but you could barely hear it. At the end of the day, it was Christopher. And, somehow, he was still yours. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Not with you in his lap.

Grinding against him like a kitten, your nose pressed to his jawline, breathing in his scent. Chris always had a "manly" scent, you couldn't really explain what it was, but it turned you on — and that was the biggest problem when it came to the man: everything about him turned you on and you feared you'd never be able to let him go.

"Why are you so needy, princess? Your little boyfriend can't handle you?", he asked mockingly. His skilled hands lifted your dress so he could knead the soft skin of your ass — he was obsessed with that part of you, squeezing and playing with it whenever he could.

"He's not my boyfriend, Channie. I only went out with him a few times," you justified the fact for the thousandth time in god knows how long. There was no point, you knew Chris would still bring this up in the future.

"So you should stop giving hope to the poor guy. He must think he has a chance with you," he looked at you smugly. Chris was convinced that he was the only man for you — the fact that you had returned to his lap once again only confirmed the theory.

"I like him though...", it was a lie. You said it just to mess with the man's ego, because even if he knew the truth, he would still feel a little threatened.

"Oh, do you?", his voice full of disbelief. "So you're calling him when you want to fuck? Tell me.'", one of his hands grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "What's the point of breaking up with me if you can't get off my dick, hm?", his eyes fixed on yours made your body shiver.

Christopher's pretty lips were all you could pay attention to, trying to get closer, as if they were calling your name. He knew how obsessed you were with his lips — no wonder why you kissed him every five minutes when you were still together. Having that in my mind, you were sure of how merciless his next actions were. Your movements were suddenly stopped, the man's hand tangled in your hair, keeping you in place.

"No.", the warning came coldly, but not enough to hide how pleased he seemed with your disappointed expression. "There's no point in making that face either. "No feelings" remember?", he reminded you of the rule you made sure of repeating every time you asked to meet him. "You're the one who wanted it to be like this.", it was painful for him and he wanted it to be for you too. Despite missing your lips as badly as you did, he would deny it, because maybe that would force you to take him back — you both knew he was trying to wear you down, but you were too stubborn.

"Chris, you said that-"

"I said I was going to fuck you, I never said anything about kissing you. You're not my girlfriend, remember that too?", irritated, he interrupted you. It was stressful having to continue with this dynamic just because that's how you wanted it to be. Chris was aware of your reasons, but what was the point of not taking him back if you always ended up at the same place every time? Christopher wasn't able to understand. He had already made a thousand promises in order to change himself, to be better for you... but none of them seemed to convince you. On the other hand, he also wanted to have the courage to get over you and end things for good. However, nothing seemed to overcome how fucking crazy he was about you.

You nodded in defeat, the sadness in your expressions almost making Channie give in. Almost. But he knew just how to fix your disappointed face. The man hurriedly pulled down the straps of your dress, letting the fabric rest below your breasts. Wasting no time, he sucked on them, letting the saliva drip on your skin. Even bitting on them just to feel you pull his hair.

He pulled you by the waist, positioning your body right on top of his cock — the thin fabric of his pants letting you feel almost all of it. He left a slap on your thigh, silently demanding that you start moving — his busy mouth was only able to emit an almost annoyed hum. You grinded down carefully, speeding up as soon as you realized that the position was perfect to stimulate your clit. You could feel him throbbing under you and that was too tempting.

You struggled to get him out of his pants, wanting to feel it closer. Sitting right on top of it when you finally managed to do it, now grinding the wet length against your panties — the movement hitting just right on your swollen clit. You moaned softly, mentally thanking the soundproof walls of the studio.

"Channie.", you knew you could cum like that, but you didn't want to. He finally stopped sucking your tits.

"What do you want now, princess? I'll be good today, I'll even let you choose.", his fingers opening your folds more, making you feel his cock with more intensity. "Want my tongue inside your little pussy?", he rubbed his nose against yours as if he was going to kiss you — it was pure teasing. You shook your head, face frowning, it was pretty obvious what you wanted. "Oh, so you want to get fucked already, sweetheart? Are you that needy?", if you were being honest, that was the only thing on your mind — you didn't even think you needed to get stretched out first. He nodded, your innocent face making Channie smile nastily. "Get on all fours then, princess. I'll give it to you just the way you like it."

[...]

Your nails almost pierced the sofa's fabric, it wasn't your fault though, you needed to take the sensation out on something. You felt him so deep, filling you to the brim, making a mess out of your little hole. In moments like these, you lose all your composure. Swore you could go as far as shamelessly admitting you were fucking addicted to his cock — and you would probably feel pathetic after the high came down, but Chris had the ability to make you act like a bitch in heat. The horniness always spoke louder than you ever could, forcing your body against his, trying to fuck yourself harder. But a sudden slap on your ass made you halt your attempts.

"Can you fucking stay still?." he sounded irritated, your walls tightened almost immediately — a detail that didn't go unnoticed by him. "You know better than move when I'm fucking you. Thought I already taught you that, princess.", his hand tangled in your hair again. He made pressure, forcing you face against the couch. Thrusts getting slower, it was all on purpose — he wanted to punish you little.

"Channie-"

"Shhhhh. Like that, see? Stay still.", he whispered, burying himself deep inside and grinding into your cervix. Chris smiled mischievously when he saw your legs trembling, he loved how dumb you got for cock. You were drenched, slick running down the inside of your thighs. It was good, but it wasn't enough. You wanted to be fucked for real, you needed Chris to break you — the way he always did.

"Daddy, please...", you pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster. Even with your face muffled against the couch, you knew he could hear it. The nickname wasn't used for nothing, you knew very well what it did to Chris — it was one of the man's biggest guilty pleasures, something he only let slip out when he was almost out of his mind.

Your memory full of all the times he had asked you to "let daddy fill your little pussy" when he was right about to cum. There was no better time to take advantage of it — the length spasming inside you only confirming the fact. You heard the man mumble something you couldn't identify, his hand letting go of your hair and gripping your waist tightly. You knew you had won him over. The thrusts increased the pace.

"Fucking slut.", an intoxicated smile decorated his features. Oh, you were so sure you won him over. His calloused hands forced you against his hips as if you were a toy, you whimpered, unable to deal with the change in pace. You felt Chris slap you a few times, he seemed not to be measuring his strength, hitting you without mercy.

"Channie!" you complained, but it was just pretend — you both knew.

"So I'm not "daddy" anymore? Hm? If you want to act like a whore, you gotta learn how to take it.", he sounded groggy. You throbbed, getting wetter — if it was possible. He brought one of his hands to between your legs, desperately playing with your clit. "Daddy's little slut gonna cum? Yeah? You're squeezing me so fucking tight, baby.", your body writhed, unable to handle it.

You were barely able to grasp when you tipped over the edge, your eyes squeezed shut, releasing a few tears in the process. The man didn't stop thrusting. He used your sensitive body, almost as if he couldn't hear the painful way you whimpered beneath him. It was delicious and torturous at the same time.

"Gonna cum inside you, love. Ah! Fuck, l-like that...", he moaned in a daze, not even aware of what he was saying — a clear sign that he was right about to cum. "I fucking love you... you're mine, love. R-right? Mine.", his body trembling, the orgasm taking away any and all signs of sanity for a few seconds. Chris' soft moans made you squeeze tighter, messing with him even more, filling you up until it leaked.

It took a while for your sensitive bodies to calm down.

Chris was now resting on top of your body, holding his own weight to not crush you against the sofa. He stood up suddenly, his presence disappearing for quite some time. Mind still hazy, you felt him turn your body around, opening your legs to clean the mess he made. You were exhausted, usually falling weak like this whenever you two had sex — Channie was the perfect sleeping pill, he always put you to sleep.

A soft blanket was placed on top of your body and your eyes closed almost automatically. You felt a long and soothing kiss on your lips, body lighting up, you couldn't hold back a smile. You missed this so much... you would even feel a little sad if you weren't so tired.

"Good night, love.”

# — © 2025 hansoleil ᯓ★ masterlist.

[omg-hellgirl]

Both Hall and Bruni were in Paris on modeling assignments when they ran into each other in the lobby of the Ritz Hotel. According to one witness a "a catfight" ensued when Hall called Bruni a tramp. "Why can't you leave my husband alone, you bitch?" Jerry velled at Carla.

"Tell your husband," Bruni shouted back, "to leave me alone."

Christopher P. Andersen, Jagger Unauthorized.

[alister312]

love square study abroad sneak peak 👀 I remember hearing about it in a server and I found the concept very fun

OH YEAH the concept is basically Kyle goes to study abroad and meets and starts dating Christophe, much to the chagrin of Stan and also Gregory. the two of them happen to meet in a bar, hook up, and subsequently start dating in sort of a petty revenge....... much to the chagrin of Kyle and Christophe lmao. good ol' comedy of errors of tophlovski/stangory into style/gregstophe. here's a lil snippet:

“Mon lutin, what are you doing out ‘ere so late?” the man said. His voice was deep, gravely. Grating, Stan thought. “You know what I’m doing,” Kyle said. He gestured to his laptop and the man glanced at Stan. “Ah, talking with ze American ‘oo keeps you from bed.” “Christophe,” Kyle chided, but he smiled as he said the name. Stan wracked his brain, trying desperately to remember who this guy was. The name was familiar, Kyle had said it many times before. Stan was pretty sure they hung out together a lot. Maybe this was his study abroad roommate? Momentarily convinced of this, Stan felt like a freight train hit him when the man– Christophe– grinned at Kyle and nuzzled his neck, planting a kiss there. Oh. Kyle has a boyfriend.  A French boyfriend. That he’s apparently living with.

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In The Dark Of The Night || Christoph || Closed

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Oh... This was a TERRIBLE idea & he was VERY aware of that. A year before Christoph would not have even MILDLY entertained the idea of walking through the opera house at THESE hours, the only light assisting him being the single CANDLE he had taken from his nightstand (luckily for him it was a rather LONG candle. but he knew no wick burned FOREVER) he was well aware he would have to go BACK soon or he would be stumbling back to his room through the DARK. 

Yet STILL...

“... They have to BE around here... SOMEWHERE,” he mumbled to himself.

He had HEARD the singing before, it was WHY he was even DOING something this stupid but now the halls were SILENT & he was WONDERING if his friend was RIGHT, if he WAS losing his mind, he was NOT really acting like his USUAL self. He was in love with someone he had NEVER even seen before after all.

He heard a CREAK of the floorboards up ahead & he felt his HEART skip a beat, but for some reason he DOUBTED it was who he was looking for. After seventeen years he could NOT see the Phantom making things this EASY for him, but whoever was there was not THAT far off, maybe they would NEED the light.

“... You can come with me if you WISH to... It is pitch black in these halls...”

[eddiestightywhities]

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“So, I overheard this guy in the line at the coffee shop this morning talking about name meanings—”

“Of course you did,” Eddie interjects, not unkindly.

Buck turned up with beers about a half hour ago, and has had his head in his phone for the last, what, twenty minutes? Something like that.

This is the first thing he's said since Eddie let him in and he sat his ass down on the couch in silence, looking like he needed Eddie to just allow him to.

Eddie did.

“—and I thought I'd look up ours.”

He's chewing on his bottom lip like it tastes good.

Eddie surprises himself by wondering if it does.

“I'm guessing you already know what Christopher means.”

Thinking back to when Shannon asked if he liked the name, Eddie smiles.

“Means 'Bearer of Christ', or something, right? We chose it because was Shannon's grandfather's name, though. He was Greek, and she adored him.”

Searching fingers instinctively find his pendant. It's positioned to the left, sitting right over his heart.

He misses his son like he'd miss a lung.

Buck looks up at him and smiles back, and Eddie feels glad the release he'd found dancing 'round his living room earlier isn't going to suddenly disappear down the bathroom sinkhole, along with his moustache.

“So, tell me, what does Edmundo mean, oh scholarly one?”

Buck's eyebrows try to meet his hairline.

“You don't know?”

Eddie tips his head back against the couch and scrunches his mouth up into nose.

“I have sisters, man, of course I know what it means. But that doesn't mean I don't want you to tell me.”

Buck seems somewhat happy with that.

“Well, it's a derivative of the Old English name Edmund, which is a combination of the words ēad and mund. The first part means prosperity, or riches, which is a bit of a bust, sorry man,” and he tries for a grin. It almost hits.

“But the the mund part means protector—which is pretty spot on, I reckon.”

Buck's eyelashes are kind of blonde, and kind of pretty. Eddie's thought it before, but there's just something about them in this light, in Eddie's house, on Eddie's couch.

“It's actually a real pretty name, Edmundo. Don't know if I've ever told you I think that.”

“Don't think I've ever told you your eyelashes are kind of pretty, so that makes us even, I guess.”

Eddie smiles at Buck, big and genuine, and somehow it's so easy.

Buck smiles back. Looks a little confused, or pleased, or both. Eddie's not sure, but either is okay with him.

“Um, thanks?”

Eddie bites his tongue between his teeth in a poor effort to stop his grin turning positively goofy.

Buck takes it for what it is, and bats his eyelashes at Eddie, silly, and laughs.

His whole demeanor then changes as he finally settles properly into the couch and gifts his lungs with what might be the first proper breath he's taken since he arrived.

“Anyway, Evan is the worst of the three. It means yew, like the tree? Which is—it symbolises, like, spirituality, and rebirth and shit like that. 'S not really, uh, me, you know?”

“You mean like Evan isn't really you?”

Buck bites at his red, red lip again.

Eddie decides it'd taste like cherry Chupa Chups.

“Yeah. But it's—my name.”

“Except it isn't though, it's it?” Eddie reminds him. “You're name is Buck, Buck. You decided that.”

“I don't know why he always insisted on calling me Evan. Or why I just—let him. It was kind of weird.”

Tommy.

"Called? Past tense?” Eddie flips his tongue in his mouth. Breathes a little more deliberately.

Buck looks at his phone again before he's slowly placing it down on the couch between them.

His fingers are touching the outside of Eddie's thigh, and Eddie's suddenly acutely aware that he still isn't wearing any pants.

Buck leaves his hand where it is.

“He, uh, he dumped me. Because I—”

Buck sucks in oxygen, a lot of it, and holds it in his lungs before puffing out his cheeks as he makes a show of blowing it back out again.

“I asked him to move in with me.”

Eddie was not expecting either of those statements.

"Ouch.”

Buck's fingers twitch against Eddie's skin, and Eddie feels it travel right down his leg and into his toes, which curl involuntarily into the carpet.

“You wanna talk about it?” he offers, kind of knowing Buck doesn't. He will when he's ready.

“Not really.”

Eddie licks at his lips. They taste like beer, and a little like confidence.

“How about Buck?”

Buck looks at him, perplexed.

Eddie's leg is starting to cramp a bit.

He doesn't move it.

“A Buck is another name for a stag, right?” he continues. “And the stag symbolises strength and purity—

“Don't forget fertility” Buck is looking at Eddie, and it feels like something.

Eddie snorts. “'Course, don't wanna forget fertility.”

Buck smiles the first proper Buck smile of the evening, and Eddie's feels it in his chest.

“Hey, hang on, how come you know so much about stags, Edmundo?”

“You did that project with Chris about the forest.”

Buck blinks at him.

“Dude that was, like, years ago. And, as you said, I was the one learning all about the woodland creatures and different types berries and toadstools, so how do you—”

“Because you told me,” Eddie shrugs a shoulder.

Buck blinks some more.

“And you—remembered that?” he asks.

In this moment, Eddie couldn't blink, nor look away from Buck, even if somebody were to pay him.

“I remember everything you tell me.”

It's weird but it's like the air itself is crackling as they sit here, just staring at each other.

They look at each other for what feels like a long time. Or maybe it's just a single heartbeat, Eddie can't really be sure.

He watches as Buck swallows, his Adam's apple a calling card.

Eddie isn't entirely sure of why he thinks of that.

Until he is.

When Buck moves his hand, it's to slide it fully onto Eddie's thigh to just sit there, right at home.

Eddie's suddenly blinking so much he's a little worried he might be stroking.

He doesn't mean to say, “Can you smell toast?” but finds himself saying it anyway.

Buck smile is both crooked and adorable.

“You worried you're having a stroke, old man?”

“We'd have been at the same school at the same time, Buck. I'm not that much older than you.”

“You are old and I am young and everyone and the universe knows this,” Buck claims, cocky and sure of himself once more.

Eddie licks at his lips again.

“I, uh, I think I finally believe you.”

Buck now mirrors him, licking his own lips.

Cherry Chupa Chups.

“You mean about the universe?” he's asking, like he doesn't almost always knew what Eddie means.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes.

Buck waits.

Just as Eddie is thinking he really should go put some on some sweats or something, Buck must get impatient because he replies, “I think it always wanted you to believe.”

Eddie doesn't have a clue what time it is, or whether he had dinner or not, or how he got so damn lucky.

“I'm gonna choose to believe, because you believe—and I believe in you, Buck” he says, somehow both sure and unsure of absolutely everything that is to come.

At long last, he finds he is totally okay with that.

“Anyways, I can hear it now,” he tells Buck, “and I'm listening.”

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unedited; pls be kind!

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edited version now found HERE on ao3 if you'd like to pop across and leave me a comment xp

[chrrywvea]

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Cuddle puddle

Gelsenkirchen 2024-07-31 from iG lifad_ukraine

Another little look at the cuddle puddle on the entry, Till kissed Olli and that started a whole kissing-chain 🥰