#man i wish i could just have a normal brain

[galaxy-fleur]

hii! so, i saw your post about leon smut headcanons and i kinda loved it! can you make one for chris too? thank you <3

I love a good opportunity to think about Chris... Wrote this with post re6 and onwards Chris in mind!

In my head, Chris' libido has always been a bit on the lower side, though I do think it gets significantly better once he works through his issues that were plaguing him during re6. He's obviously in a way better place mentally, and his sex life is a perfect reflection of that. He likes to have sex with his partner maybe once or twice a week, but it's usually a lengthy and intense fucking session. You could even crack a joke that he's just charging up his inner battery before going at it with you, though he won't be very amused (he totally will).

Every choice Chris takes, no matter how tiny, is weighed down by a great deal of obligations and expectations. He doesn't regret choosing this life for himself. It goes without saying, though, that carrying this great load of responsibility all the time is exhausting.

Sex is, in a sense, both his comfort and outlet. Nothing compares to returning home from a long, demanding day and losing himself in your shared touch and pleasure until his brain is blissfully empty. Maybe that's why he likes to do it methodically and slowly. He gives you everything he has, just like he does in his career. He is devoted and enthusiastic. Not to sound too sappy, but having sex with him always reminds you why you fell for this man in the first place.

In terms of his tastes, I believe he would be quite skilled at using his hands to satisfy his partner. And I mean every part of his hands. Biceps, palms, fingers - everything. There's just something about using these hands of his that are usually meant for holding weapons and inflicting damage for something else that makes you both feel good. It just... flips a certain switch in his brain.

Needless to say, he touches you constantly. Be it gentle caresses over the contours of your figure or fervent groping at any flesh his greedy fingers can reach. He needs to have his hands on you and feel the warmth of your body under his palms. Getting you off with one hand while keeping your back flush against his chest with the other, his mouth swallowing up all of your beautiful sounds, is probably one of his favorite things to do. There's nothing more satisfying to him than feeling you being totally ensnared by him.

If you're into that, and you are okay with it, I do see him finding a certain thrill in putting you in a headlock, too. It'd be painfully obvious that he's holding back on you, though. Almost funnily so, because at first, he'll barely put any pressure at all. He simply does not wish to cause you any harm, bless his heart. It's sweet of him to care. He won't complain, though, if you're all for being smothered by those biceps of his.

I do not see Chris as a rough sex-partner per se, but his size and strength sort of give off that impression once he gets real into it. However, before engaging in any actual fucking, he always makes sure you're nice and lubricated, whether it's by natural means, or with the help of some lubricant. He knows that he's big. He's honestly more embarrassed than proud of it. So be sure to give him lots of compliments! Having said that, I do believe he has a slight praise kink. On the receiving end. Even though Chris normally takes the lead, a few tender kisses and sincere compliments from you will quickly make his knees buckle and his breath hitch. So... that's something you can take advantage of whenever you feel like it.

I would say that his favorite positions are face-off and doggie, as well as good old missionary. After a difficult week or two, doggy is a terrific way to relieve stress and release all of his pent-up energy. But as you go at it, it usually becomes a pinned doggy. He just can't help but want to be close to you. Conversely, face-off is for more intimate, slower, and emotionally charged sex. Primarily when he needs some consolation. It's a bit unconventional, but I see a lot of meaningful conversations occurring during or after that type of sex with him.

He's louder than you might imagine when it comes to how vocal he is. He rarely full-on moans, but what he does a lot is groan. And he groans pretty loudly. It's a very hot thing to have him pant, huff, and rumble into your ear because his voice just naturally becomes deeper and raspier when lust clouds his head. He usually cums with a broken gasp, throwing his head back. An absolutely stunning sight to behold, and a terrific incentive for you to spoil him by sucking him off, but I'm getting off topic. He's also the type to talk during sex, oddly enough. Not even dirty talk, but actual conversation.

It's a weird quirk, and it sure can get annoying when he's actively thrusting in and out of you, and then starts talking to you about what happened at work earlier. With that, he's a bit of a weirdball. Still, off-topic discussions aside, he's big on communicating, so it's not all bad. He can and does say fitting things too! He's very prone to talking you through it, so speak.

You can expect him to say something like: 'I've been thinking about this all day... Coming home to you, having you like this.' 'Are you close? Yeah, I know, I got you. Just look at me, will you? Just like that. Perfect.'

Chris pays close attention to aftercare as well. Usually asks you a few questions to see if you're sore or uncomfortable anywhere, and takes care of you if needed. Before cleaning himself, he always makes sure to clean you off first. Huge on cuddles after sex. He loves it more than anything else. Simply to keep you close to his chest once your sexy time is over. The fact that he's like a big, cozy teddy bear for you to snuggle with is definitely a pleasant bonus. Always prepares your breakfast the next day, even when he has to leave. You need to get your strength back! Or so he claims. He really just does it as a thank-you.

[nissho-ku]

sticky, sweaty, yet warm; for shidou this is the perfect description of love. to hold his man in his shaking arms, to feel his breath against him, not minding the spend covering them both. he knows he looks a wreck, but so does rin, so ryusei doesn't mind it at all, not when he looks so beautiful like this. covered in his love marks, debauched, but ryusei knows he could ruin him more. the high he was coasting on was more than enough fuel for him to run a marathon; even better have an entire romp with his fiancé under him. he knows things will go on well into peak sunrise if sleep doesn't consume him first.

ryusei surges forward with a kiss, rin's command giving him more than enough energy to move them off the ruined mirror and onto the bed with a hard - fwump! - he has no intensions of separating from rin at all tonight, driving his hips into rin once again despite their sensitivity. “grab me. mark me,” he insists, hands clutching rin's waist in a bruising hold if only so he could fuck him deep, deep, deeper. he can't help the soft growls and huffs as he works his hips into rin. “you're taking me so well, rin. fuck i wish i could breed you. we'd make some pretty babies, don't you think?” shidou pants in his ear. normally the idea and thought of any children would turn him off, but with rin this kink of his tends to bleed it's way out, especially when he's feeling deliriously high off sex with him.

after ryusei finishes inside rin missionary, he flips them over so rin could ride him. “you look so beautiful sitting on top of me. like a proper princess,” ryusei grunts, thrusting upwards into him. “go on, you can take it. don't touch yourself, i want you to come only from me from now on.” his hips ache but he can't stop himself, seeking only pleasure. he only wants to give rin pleasure. this night is about him, about them and their future. the man he wants to marry and live the rest of his life with making sweet love to him — with him — oh, shidou could die today and have no regrets at all. he could lay down and admire the way rin looks all day, marked up and bruised with his teeth marks, his hand prints. look at the way his stomach clenches and his muscles work to keep up with ryusei. “fuck, i love you. i love you,” he chants softly, reaching to grab rin's ringed hand in a vice grip.

there's a moments breather in which ryusei is fine with simply having a sloppy makeout session with rin, when he feels like they should revisit the mirror again. fatigue be damned, he lifts rin up by the back of his thighs, his chest against his back. “fuck, i've never been so thankful you do yoga,” he teases before having his way with rin in front of it. “you look so fucking ruined. look at you. fuck you're so gorgeous, and so fucking mine.” ryusei knows he is a possessive man and rin being the way he is makes him feel insane sometimes with it. it's a wonder how or why he hasn't been creeped out and turned off yet by him and his intensity. there was even a time yet when his possessiveness almost cost rin a grade, and yet he stayed. ryusei whines as he finishes inside rin, but he can't be sure if anything is even happening at this point.

all ryusei knows is that rin is his, irrevocably his. his body, his love and soul; every cell in his body belongs to him, and all of shidou just as much belongs to him. “can't wait to marry you. you'll be such a beautiful bride. what did i do to deserve you?” he hardly expects an answer back, too out of his mind to even understand that he'd been mindlessly muttering anything that came to mind. all he knew was rin, rin, rin; the name he chants when he isn't moaning, or whining, or reduced to such a primitive stage in his brain.

he thinks he lets rin do things to him too; he can't really remember by the 5th time he's came. he's so fucked out, and out of his mind he doesn't even realize that the sun has began illuminating their hotel room in a soft blue glow. by the time shidou feels the exhaustion win over, he and rin are back in bed, shidou spooning his love, thrusting his hips lazily. he has to keep fucking him, he thinks. he has to keep making rin feel good. he groans when he feels another dry orgasm, and that's it, he thinks. he can't do any more right now, and his body wouldn't let him anyways. hooded eyes zero in on rin, his head throbbing angrily with dehydration and sleep gnawing at him. he groans as he pulls rin towards him, kissing the back of his neck which he knows he'd been gnawing on. there's likely not an inch of rin's skin that doesn't have teeth marks, a hickey, or both. they're both grossly covered in each other it likely doesn't matter what belongs to who.

just like how shidou likes it; he had a fucked out smile plastered to his face as he nuzzles against rin. “are you awake still..? you ok?” his own body screams in too much pain, a sign that he'd pushed his limits. oh, but bliss tastes to sweet; like the sweat that dries on rin's skin.

after his long vacation with his brother, the other part of his life was missing, it was ryusei. the both of them had missed each other, so much so that rin didn't mind shirking his responsibilities just to focus on the blonde. he couldn't help but think of the mingling of their bodies merging to become one, over & over again. rin could never fully get his fill of ryusei & neither could his fiance it seems. even with his nii-chan's reservations, rin would always choose ryusei.

he can feel ryusei's hands & mouth all over him, massaging & claiming him as their hips meet in tandem with each others. the way ryusei's dick keeps hitting his sweet spot, he knows his getting closer. his hands grip harder onto his ryusei, a nonverbal way of showing ryusei he was getting there. his head dips back leaning against his shoulder as his eyes wander to the mirror before them. rin looks like a mess, sweat trickling down from him, his back is arched & he's try not to roll his eyes as ryusei continues to pump his length. rin supposes ryusei has him exactly where he wants him. it doesn't help when he fills another nip of ryusei's teeth along his shoulder.

❛yours.❜ he confirms with ease in between thrusts, he remembers when they first started out & how it eventually to devolved into blurring lines like a film being put over his vision. it didn't help that rin wanted to be the only one he was seeing, but he also understood at that time the nature of their relationship was not like that. now, they were here & rin was forever ryusei's & he could not be any happier.

rin groans in protest when ryusei pulls away from him, the emptiness of the way he was feeling & the way his hands were no longer all up on him. he goes along with it, his arms wrapped around him as he feels himself pressed against the mirror. rin was trapped within the pleasure that was continued to resume as he feels himself full again, hips raising to meet his, & knowing he was minutes away from losing it. the kiss is searing, white hot passion in the form of their tongues intertwining with each others. his moans are muffled as his hips are driven further into rin, hammering at a faster pace at his sweet spot. rin takes the moment to grasp his dick, pumping it himself. he could feel it, the way it builds up, water being put to a boil until one can hear the bursting of bubbles & it sets off first with ryusei finishing inside of him.

rin loves the feeling of ryusei's cum inside of him, hot & messy, the way he spills himself rin knows he's complete. rin finds himself following after once he feels sharp teeth along his skin, rin stroking himself until he bursts, his own cum spilling out of him between his fingers & he's sure some of it is on his abs. ❛ ryusei...❜ he trails off feeling the small tremors after finding his completion. rin closes his eyes & lets himself be held by the man in front of him.

eyelashes flutter open & aquatic orbs gaze intensely at ryusei. his gaze contains the softness of a sunrise while he looks at the blonde lovingly. his lips turn into a smile when small pecks are pressed against his. he returns the quick kisses with enthusiasm. there's a small moan that erupts when he feels ryusei harden & he nods. he was always one to keep up & he knows one was not enough. ❛ bed, ❜ he says firmly before resting his forehead against the other. ❛ i need you more than once.❜ with his non-messy hand he cups his face, he wants to stay connected.

[galsinspace]

Dragging myself to go meet friends when I feel too sluggish to put in words. Maybe it will help?

Been spending the last couple days trying to determine whether I'm well enough to return to work/school but I still shut down completely when I have Anything on my schedule and feel close to tears every time I even think about how everything is going.

At least I have my ADHD diagnosis now and will be getting meds for it some time soon. I'm at my limit!

[theswedishpajas]

Based on my favorite gif lately

[marc--chilton]

hang on i'm once again thinking about house being stupid with love. stacy moved in with him a week after meeting him. that's HUGE change. could you imagine how much he'd have to be obsessing over her to make HIS home THEIR home??? and he still wasn't over her 5+ years later after everything either.

(and like. i wonder if there was ever a moment there for wilson where he's watching house and stacy be so witty and beautiful and in love together and thinking to himself, huh. so this is what that feels like.)

[roetrolls]

I wish I could redo sprites with my new techniques without actually having to, like. y'know. do it.

[mrfoox]

Hi how does one deal with lust for the first time ever at 25+ yo I'm asking for a friend

[mcnuggyy]

man having grown up in an abusive household makes it so hard to tell when something is a normal disagreement a normal family would have and what is a fight that is absolutely something a normal healthy family would never ever have… like…. 😐

[afniel]

AH I REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY EARLIER but it's kind of stupid, lmao.

So my partner is getting into brewing beer and I got them a Tilt, which is a Bluetooth hydrometer. It measures specific gravity and temperature, which are things you want to know so that you don't kill your yeast or whatever. Except the sensor's Bluetooth range is super short, and it basically runs via a phone app, and the temperature we're logging currently is the crawlspace, accessible via the staircase closet. So they were like, wait, what do we do about this, because I can't leave my phone in the closet, that's my alarm clock.

In a kind of ridiculous turn of life imitating art, I was like, hold up, I got just the thing right at my desk. Bam. Old phone. We just needed to scrounge up a charger because the battery is so dead that after charging just enough to power on it claimed it was at 53% (to be fair to it, there is a very real chance that it's correct, and it just holds no charge at this point so the capacity is just THAT low) and now it lives in the closet logging sensor data.

And I was like, you know...didn't I just solve a major story detail with a much larger version of this...yeah, no, this is all vaguely familiar somehow, power supply issues and all. Kind of cool that the concept works though. Kind of weird that it came up at all?

We are not gonna talk about the fact that I still have at least two more ancient-ass phones in a drawer where that came from because look, man, sometimes you just need a camera/mic/mini computer with Bluetooth and wifi that fits in a pocket, and people just get rid of these things, but not me. I actually could build a shitty security system out of them if I was reaaaally inclined. I mean. I'm not. But it's technically possible.

For real though, If I pick up any stupid maker projects I still high-key am thinking about slapping Bluetooth into a necomimi headset and running that through an Arduino and learning to code just enough to let me skip songs/change the volume on Spotify with my brain, because it's entirely doable, and I mean yeah I could do that on my phone remotely too, but that's not funny, now, is it. I'm just not sure it's $350+ of parts funny. Kind of a big investment just to prove the point that haha look I am the extremely ADHD type of lazy where I would rather solve a problem via the most convoluted and complicated Rube-Goldberg type ass machine way possible rather than just perform a single simple action.

YEAH I'VE BEEN THIS SCATTERED ALL DAY AND I REALLY SHOULD GO TO BED SHOULDN'T I. I started playing Satisfactory. Mistakes were made. I'm going to dream about conveyor belts again and I did it to myself...

[skitskatdacat63]

I think I mentioned it here before but I wrote some paper for a class where I used F1 interviews(like the post-race press pen) as examples, right? My prof asked if she could use it as a sample work for future classes omg!!! But mostly I'm cackling evilly over the fact that F1 is forever memorialized in that paper, I hope someone in the future reads it and is like "...wait a minute" 😭

[transbee]

having did and being online in any capacity is so fucking exhausting because you literally can't go anywhere without seeing the most heinous takes about your existence or validity it's like. can we be normal. can we please be normal and Chill for like two seconds.

[nyxronomicon]

god Azariq has no right to be that hot... like what are they doing making an npc so fine... I'm not processing this quest I'm simply looking

[roboraindrop]

Honestly I do not know how much longer I can be Like This (:

[cherrysnax]

I once heard that dreaming about someone constantly means that they’re thinking about you. Maybe these people miss you too?

kneejerk reaction is that I hope they’re not thinking of me tbh

[sschmendrick]

I shouldn't have seen that scheduled post now I'm thinking about them like I haven't been thinking about them for the past week, month

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

When a customer jumps to wild conclusions about your motives when you forget to do something you always have trouble remembering to do; because your checkout routine was disrupted and/or ran very, very long; and still makes a fuss over it when you are willing to, and actually do, fix the issue, scolding you for it throughout…

Over (at the absolute highest) five dollars off on a two-hundred dollar purchase. Wow.

I mean, yeah, I fucked up; but it was an honest mistake, I felt gutted bad about it, and ultimately I corrected the error, so I’m good right?

I wish she hadn’t walked out before I could apologize formally though. I don’t like hurting people.