#it feels wrong. a reminder that I fucked things up with us

[rebelliousmuse]

Stuffed Up – C.S.

(Literally dreamt this entire thing, I woke up DRIPPING WET. Bye)

Warnings: SMUT, oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v and a (use protection), pet names.

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Chris’s hands roam over your body, groping and caressing. “Oh I'm gonna take care of this needy little thing...” One hand slips down to grab your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you flush against him. The other tangles in your hair, gripping tight. “But first, I want to hear you beg for it like the desperate slut you are.”

You can't help the smirk that tugs at the corner of your mouth as your gaze drifts down to his lips. You deliberately bite your lower lip, drawing attention to the playful curve of your smile, before finally lifting your eyes to meet his. Your smirk softens into something more vulnerable, a silent plea in the depths of your eyes, “Please, make me feel good like only you can. My pussy needs your big fat cock, daddy” You purr while massaging his cock through his jeans as you hold his gaze.

Chris groans as you massage his hardening bulge. “Fuck, listen to you begging so sweetly... Such a good little cock sleeve.” He grabs your wrist firmly. “But no touching yet, babe. Hands off until I say otherwise.” He steps back and slowly undoes his belt and zipper, freeing his thick erection which springs out, already rock hard and leaking pre-cum.

“On your knees, now. Show Daddy how much you missed this fat cock.” He watches as you slowly sink to your knees holding his gaze, “Oh I'll show you” You say with a wicked grin.

Chris smirks arrogantly, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes. “That's what I like to hear. Now put that filthy mouth to work and worship this dick like it deserves.”

Chris tangles fingers in your hair and guides your head towards my waiting cock. “Open wide, slut. Let's see how deep you can take it.” He slowly pushes past your lips, groaning at the wet heat enveloping his shaft. “Yeahhh, just like that... Choke yourself on Daddy's cock. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.” He starts thrusting shallowly, forcing himself deeper each time. “Take it all, whore. Don't you dare spill a drop. Swallow every inch like a good cumslut.” Chris fucks your face harder, grunting with pleasure as he uses your throat ruthlessly.

He growls approvingly as he feels you gagging, fucking your face even harder as you choke on his thickness. “That's it, take it! Gag on Daddy's cock, you nasty little vixen!”

Chris holds your head still, grinding against your face and forcing you to deepthroat him completely. “Mmmph, fuck yeah... Look at you, stretched out around my fat dick... You were made for this, weren't you?” He begins to pound into your mouth mercilessly, saliva dripping down your chin as you struggle to breathe between gags, getting teary-eyed. “You're going to swallow every last drop, aren't you?”

Chris notices you’re in tears and smirks cruelly. “What's wrong, baby? Can't handle Daddy's thick cock anymore? Maybe you need a reminder of who owns this mouth...” He slams into your throat brutally, holding you in place as he grinds against your face, ensuring you can't breathe. “Breathe through your nose, slut. You're not done serving yet.”

After a minute, he relaxes slightly, allowing you to gasp for air before resuming his brutal pace. “That's better. Now, let's see if you can handle a little more...”

Chris starts thrusting faster, fucking your face with wild abandon, chasing his impending orgasm. “Yes, just like that! Take it all, you filthy cocksucking whore!” he grunts loudly, balls tightening as he nears climax and he roars as he erupts, pumping wave after wave of hot, sticky cum directly down your throat. Chris’s entire body shudders with the force of his release as he fills your mouth and choke you with his seed.

He finally pulls out, watching with satisfaction as a string of cum connect his cock to your puffy, abused lips. “Good girl.” He gives your hair a rough tug, pulling your head back to admire his handiwork. “Look at you, covered in spit and jizz... Such a beautiful mess.”

Chris wipes his cock clean on your cheek before helping you to your feet. Then spins you around and bends you over the nearby table, hiking up your skirt. “Let's see how wet that pretty pussy is...” Chris runs a finger along your soaked slit, collecting your juices before bringing it to his mouth for a taste.

“Mmmm, delicious... And all for me.” He lines up his still-hard cock with your entrance and slams inside with one powerful thrust, stretching you open around his girth. “Fuck, you're always so tight...” Chris sets a relentless pace, pounding into you from behind.

He reaches around to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, feeling you clench and quiver around his cock. “You love being used like this, don't you? Love having your hole filled and your mind fucked until you can't think straight.”

The rhythmic slaps of skin-on-skin echoes through the room. Each impact, a resounding thud against flesh, punctuated by the ragged gasps and moans escaping both of you.

He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. “I bet you've been dreaming about this, haven't you? About being bent over and split open on my huge cock, taken hard and fast until you can't walk.”

“Mmmmphh fuck, yes, yes! I've dreamt about you so many times, daddy!... Fuuuckk!!” You whimper loudly, the table beneath you creaks with his powerful thrusts as your hands spread your ass cheeks giving him a better angle and allowing him to go deeper in your pussy.

Chris snaps his hips sharply. “Come on, baby, give me what's mine. Cum all over my dick like a good little slut.” His dick is hitting your g-spot and making stars explode behind your eyelids.

“Oh my god!!!” You whimper loudly as you cum hard, your cunt clenching uncontrollably around his girth. Chris feels your pussy clamp down on him like a vice as you come, milking his cock for all it's worth.

“Fuck yeah, that's it! Cream all over my dick, you dirty slut!” and he keeps pounding into you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure as he chases his own climax. “You're so perfect like this... Taking everything I give you.” With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and explode, painting your insides with his hot seed. “Ahhhh, FUCK!”

He collapses onto you, both of you panting heavily as you ride out the aftershocks of your intense coupling. But he’s far from done with you, seeing you had spread your juicy ass cheeks for him earlier, he was tempted to try something new.

He now circles your puckered rim with a fingertip, he’s been wanting this for a while now and seen your cheeks spread to his hungry gaze only fed his fetish. He applies gentle pressure until you relax and allow him entry. Chris eases a single finger past your tight ring of muscle, groaning at the exquisite heat engulfing it. “Fuck, you're so tight back here... Can't wait to feel this virgin ass wrapped around my thick cock.”

He pumps slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion before adding a second finger alongside the first, scissoring them gently. “Gonna stretch this hole out real good, make it fit me like a glove. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be addicted to the burn of my dick splitting you open.”

Chris curls his fingers, rubbing insistently against that special bundle of nerves hidden deep inside. “There it is... Milk my fingers, baby. Get yourself nice and loose for me.” He continues working you open with steady, purposeful movements, gradually increasing the pace as your body yields to his ministrations.

He keeps focusing on carefully preparing you for the impending invasion. “Don't worry, I'll go slow and make it as comfortable as possible for you. Just trust me and follow my lead.”

Chris adds a third finger, stretching you wider as he works in tandem with his thumb, circling and pressing against your sensitive prostate. “You're doing great, taking it so well... Almost ready for me.”

Chris withdraws his fingers, giving your stretched hole a moment to recover before coating his rock-hard cock in lube. “Alright, time to put that pretty ass to the test.” He positions the head of his dick at your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts. “Breathe deep, baby...” then pushes forward, sinking the first inch of his thick shaft into your resisting passage. “Ahhh, fuck... So tight... You were made for this, weren't you?”

He grunts as he forces another inch inside, feeling your muscles spasm and clench around him. “Relax, sweetheart... Let me in. I promise it'll feel amazing once you adjust.”

Chris continues to push steadily, breaking through the initial resistance until he’s buried to the hilt within your warm, velvety depths. “There we go... All the way in. You look stunning with my cock stuffed up your ass.”

His hands find your hips, gripping firmly as he begins to move, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in with a deep, powerful stroke. “Mmmm, yes... This is perfection. Your ass was made for my dick.”

You moan with pain and pleasure, your eyes closed as you try to adjust to the new sensation of doing anal for the first time ever. When Chris notices your discomfort, he slows his pace, offering words of encouragement. “Shh, it's okay... Just take a moment to get used to it.” He gives your hips a gentle squeeze, feeling your muscles flutter around his invading length. “You're doing fantastic, baby”

Chris starts to pick up speed again, driving into you with deeper, more forceful thrusts. “That's it... Relax and let me take control. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of this.” One of your hands goes down and starts rubbing your clit to help cope with the pain-pleasure rippling through you.

A low growl rumbling in his chest as he watches you touch yourself. “Oh, you naughty girl... Playing with your clit while I'm fucking your ass.” Chris reaches around to join in, his fingers finding your swollen nub and pinching it between his thumb and index finger. “Is this what you need, huh? To be touched all over while I claim this tight little hole?”

Chris redoubles his efforts, slamming into you with brutal intensity as he rubs your clit in time with his thrusts. “You're going to cum so hard, aren't you? Milk my dick dry while I fill your ass with my seed.”

As pleasure takes over your body, you need more and more, your pussy clenching around nothing so you decide to help yourself again. “Oh fuck” You whimper as he fucks your ass while rubbing your clit. You use your middle and ring fingers to masturbate your pussy in time with his thrusts. “Mmmph”

Chris groans loudly as he witnesses your depraved display, his balls tightening in anticipation of an explosive release. “Fuck, that's hot... Watching you stuff your cunt full of fingers while I rail your ass. You're such a dirty slut for me.” He grabs your wrist, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own, plunging three fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping pussy.

“Let me take care of both your holes... Want to feel this greedy cunt squeezing around my fingers as I empty my load in your ass.” Chris drills into you relentlessly, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your mingled moans of ecstasy.

“Gonna... Gonna fucking nut soon... You better be ready for it!” Chris feels your pussy clamping down on his fingers, milking them for all they're worth as your orgasm crashes over you.

“That's it, cum for me like a good little whore! Clench that ass around my cock while you squirt all over my hand!” He slams home one last time, burying himself to the root as his own climax hits with the force of a freight train, painting your inner walls with thick ropes of molten cum. “FUCK YES!!! Take it all, you perfect little bitch! Every last drop belongs in this slutty asshole!”

Chris’s hips jerk erratically as he pumps you full, his fingers still pistoning in and out of your convulsing cunt, prolonging your pleasure as he marks you as his. “Mine... All mine... My personal fucktoy to ruin whenever I want...”

Chris collapses on top of you, his softening cock still nestled snugly in your cum-filled ass as you both struggle to catch your breath in the aftermath of your intense coupling, your bodies still intertwined. The air is thick with the scent of arousal and sweat. Your heart races like a wild drumbeat against your ribs as you try to regain control of your breathing. Sweat trickles down his temples, mingling with the lingering heat on his skin. Your muscles ache, your limbs feel heavy.

A soft smile graces your lips as you reach back and gently trace the curve of his jawline. “Goddamn... That was incredible...” He murmurs into your sweat-dampened hair, pressing tender kisses across your shoulders. Chris rolls off of you, missing the warmth of your body immediately as he picks you up bridal-style and brings you to the couch, putting you down and then he flops onto his back beside you. “Rest up, because we're far from done... I plan on keeping you in this bed all night long, using every single one of your holes until neither of us can move.” Chris smirks wickedly, reaching out to give your ass a firm smack.

Taglist: @mattsbitchh @riasturns

[andre-and-cal]

I NEED ANDRE AND CAL HCS!

Sure thing !! Hope you like! :3

General Andre and Cal Headcanons,,

Calvin tends to “tune out” Andre’s words whenever he’s explaining instructions to him— whether it be related to their Zero Day plans, board game rules, or other related topics. He frequently goes “Huh?” or “Hmmh?” when he’s not paying attention, to which Andre has to remind him about the topic and repeat his words over again. But he knows that Calvin can’t help it, and he generally doesn’t mind reminding him about different things— like homework, tests, etc. considering he has a better memory than Cal.

Andre and Cal watch malware-infested gore videos to further desensitize themselves to death and to sort of mentally prepare for Zero Day, and for the sake of watching people die. With the lack of concern yet interest in Cal’s eyes, Andre is both a little surprised, yet mostly unsurprised that Calvin reacts so indifferently to shock videos. He’d be a hypocrite if he labeled it as unsettling, after all. Their repeated pattern of watching these sorts of torture videos— especially when Cal can find “good ones” (in his words) at least— stemmed from the discovery of a website that showcased the aftermaths of car accidents. And after doing a little digging, Cal stumbled upon the leaked cartel videos section. He introduced the videos to Andre, and the other teen found himself getting intrigued by such graphic matter. Calvin describes the grislier videos as the “good videos”.

Calvin can definitely be a bit emotionally manipulative during arguments. Whenever Andre is provoked, grows visibly enraged, and blurts something out he doesn’t mean, Cal uses this to somewhat control Andre. And when he definitely wants to win the argument, he threatens to tell Andre’s cousin, his absent brother, or his parents about what he said. Andre may or may not care, since it really depends on why they’re bickering. But usually, he does care, and even though he tries not to let Cal influence his behaviors, especially during these negatively-charged moments, he doesn’t want anyone to find out about what he said— and definitely not family. Because in his eyes, this may raise suspicion and could result in their peers finding out about Zero Day. When he does decide to grow quiet, Cal is like, “Yeah, so shut the fuck up.” But his exploitative tactics don’t always work, and they could further influence Andre’s emotions.

Andre rarely apologizes when he means it. He kinda just says “Sorry,” after bumping into someone out of habit. He was taught to be respectful, but 90% of the time he doesn’t care about what he did wrong. Even during arguments, when Calvin is trying to state how he fucked up, Andre will tell him to get over it. Most of the time, he does care about aspects of their dynamic that do matter. But in some moments, he won’t, and he’ll just kept doing whatever it is he’s doing. To elaborate, if Cal told him to control himself and to stop being “dramatic”, Andre wouldn’t take him into consideration and would turn the tables by criticizing him about something he cares about and Cal doesn’t.

Calvin and Andre share clothes sometimes. To Cal, seeing Andre in his clothes is quite flattering. Andre thinks rings are cool, too, so he’ll wear them occasionally. Also, he likes to wear Cal’s bracelets and necklaces to feel closer to him, on top of matching dog tags with him.

Andre is an energy drinker. His favorite is Red Bull. Cal drinks a lot of soda and prefers Coca-Cola or Mountain Dew over anything else. While Calvin does enjoy having an energy drink sometimes, often sharing a Red Bull with Andre as energy drinks contain a lot of caffeine, he doesn’t really drink them on his own time.

When Andre and Cal first started planning Zero Day, as they began to practice handling their guns and shooting, they would frequently argue about the correct order and anatomy of the firearm parts they were using. Chris had to step in a couple times to calm them down. Cal insisted that he was right, while Andre insisted that he was right. In general, they have a hard time accepting that either one of them could be right— about anything, really, with the two determined to prove the other wrong and to “get on their high horse”. However, it isn’t uncommon for both boys to end up being wrong, especially if the conflict is similar to their gun-related issues.

[fleastinger]

[puppppppppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[loverboybrightsideghost]

sort of re my last rb i have done a LOT this year but genuinely the most unexpected and potentially ballsy almost but not quite out of character thing i did was straight up ask a girl in a date. i got ghosted but also immediately after i asked her out i stopped feeling absolutely anything at all but impatience and vague almost stereotypical-scientist-detached curiosity. so. i feel like as far as the to be aro or not to be aro tally in my head is still tied

[szaryherbatnik]

Tough day rambles

In a world with a different setting id be a prophet or a person with cool visions, id be a person worthy of protection and trust and friendship. Here im just paranoid and i worry about the wrong things. Somewhere else when i dance on my way to a shop everyone thinks im full of joy and whimsy and they dont think im drunk or childish. Somewhere else i can be around people for more than 5 hours before i shut down for the rest of the day. Somewhere else i dont remind everyone im stupid and dumb and i dont describe everything i do and feel as "slight" and "little" and "a bit", im able to love romantically and dream of tenderness and give it and recieve it. Idk i just hate myself a lot.

[theradicalace]

i just think it's so funny that when *i* lash out and start bitching *about* management to my coworkers because of a stressful day at work, i get pulled into the office to discuss my attitude, but when a manager lashes out and bitches *at me* because of a stressful work day, i get a halfassed "oh sorry, but-" and i'm expected to roll over and take it.

[fragglerockopinions]

I'm like. spiraling.

My body hurts and it's falling apart and there's nothing wrong with it and there's no way to fix it. I'll never be able to have a normal job again. I can barely stand how am I supposed to finish college. I need help and I keep asking people to help me and that makes them uncomfortable and I'm asking too much of them. I say there is no food in my house. They say why don't you go buy food. I say I'm too disabled to drive. They say oof lol. How does oof help me. How are you not worried about me. How when I say I haven't bought food in a week or washed my clothes in a year people respond omg lol and not holy shit are you okay do you need help how are you alive. Not to be lazy or anything but I would actually literally kill for someone to hold me and say it's okay you don't have to do this alone anymore I'm going to help you. I would commit unspeakable acts of violence for someone to offer to drive me to the store. Once you're disabled you're trash you can't contribute to society just let yourself decay. I make everyone uncomfortable by just existing as myself and I ruin every event by either being visibly in pain and pulling an ugly face because my legs are about to give out or by not going because my spine is broken and I can't leave my bed. My family won't help me they don't believe me I'm not allowed to flinch or look like I'm in pain because my face is ugly when I'm in pain and I'm just faking it to get out of doing anything at all. I don't have a single support system or way to survive this shit. I'm in so much pain constantly there's not even a word for it because I can't just say it hurts nobody takes me seriously or understands just how bad it hurts. I can't say it's like a knife in my spine that sounds so fucking fake. It's like a knife in my spine and every tiny cell that moves hurts it because it's a fucking blade stuck between my bones. It's cutting and mangling my skin and muscles and everyone is like why don't you just stop having a knife in your back and the doctors say you do not have avknifevin your back and my parents say everyone has a knife in their back and you're just pretending it hurts and being lazy because you hate me. How am I still alive why am I still alive why does it just keep getting worse

[running-in-the-dark]

okay but seriously the way everyone always focuses on me finally getting a job as if that's the ultimate end goal of life and there's nothing else that matters at all is making me feel like. if I can't do that. what is left.

like it's.. not that unlikely that no matter how hard I try I'll never be able to work full time (or even part time, who knows at this point honestly), and it makes me feel like - okay so then I just need to stop existing I guess

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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[polyamoryprincess]

I truly do understand the fear people have regarding people doing “fanfiction commissions” and making money off fanfics after the Anne Rice debacle, but we don’t have to act like it’s an inherent moral failing and like you’re a Fake Fan tainting fan spaces if you want to be paid for your work the same way fan artists do.

Anne Rice is a dick head for what she did and should be treated as such, treating the fear she’s wrought as some holy thing is fucking weird.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

analyzing hermes, emet-selch, the ancients and ascians, how they're written, and the fandom's reaction to them be like hm. emet-selch's role in this fuckery is compounded by the fact that his backstory as a genocide survivor is incongruous with his ruling a huge genocidal colonialist world power in the present da [ANTISEMITISM BLAST]

[hinderr]

Friendly reminder that din's covert isnt. A cult. Like. Come on guys we've been through this before

[crimson-moonflowers]

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[http-bee]

not sure what comes next

[autism-corner]

scaredy