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[satrs]

Say please.

SYNOPSIS. He falls under your control, lost in a messy mix of power, desire, and reckless passion. How far will he let you take him?

TAGS. MDNI! 18+ CONTENT!. unprotected intercourse. subby guys !!! Bréeding. size k!nk(?). a lil' soft in xav's. B job. handjob. guided màsturbation. praising. P job. Bòndage in caleb's. degradation in caleb's. chokíng in caleb's. dirty talk. edging. overstim. nìpple play. riding. Use of "good boy". TEASING. needy/shameless caleb. bratty sylus & rafayel. blindfolding in zayne's. mention of marrige in zayne's ^^.

FEAT. Xavier. Zayne. Rafayel. Sylus. Caleb. xfem!reader

✎ A/N; I'm ovulating so here ya go. D!CK THEM DOWN! D!CK THEM DOWN!. I’ll never beat the gooner allegations Sighhh. Have a nice read and day/night! <3

XAVIER ・❥・Lazybones!?

"You know",

You lean down, brushing your fingers through his golden strands, feeling their silkiness between your fingertips before cupping his face gently, tilting it up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. His lashes flutter, pupils blown wide, his lips parted as a soft, needy whimper escapes him.

“You’re such a lazy boy, Xav’,” you murmur, your voice both teasing and firm. “I think we need to change that, don’t we?”

His breath hitched, his expression betraying just how much he needed this—needed you.

“Y-yes,” he whispers, voice trembling, his fingers twitching at his sides like he was waiting for permission to reach for you. “Please.”

A small, satisfied smile tuggs at your lips.

You lean down, capturing his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. It's deep but unhurried, your mouth moving against his with a gentleness that belied the control you held over him.

Control you knew he loved.

You let it linger just long enough to leave him breathless before pulling back, a slick line of saliva connecting you both as you relish in the way he let out a soft whine, his body instinctively following, as if seeking more.

His chest rose and fell beneath your touch, his skin warm beneath your fingertips as you trace slow patterns down his torso, mapping the lean lines of his body. You're not in a hurry because, why would you? This is something to be savored.

“I want you to touch yourself for me, Xav'.” you murmur, voice calm but commanding.

His breath hitches again, and he let out the tiniest whimper in protest, his thighs pressing together for a moment before he hesitantly moves his hands. “Baby, please” he mumbles, babbling, even, barely audible, but obeyed nonetheless.

You watch him, every movement, every flicker of expression, your own fingers continuing to trace his skin, teasing, but never quite giving him the relief he sought.

You lean in, lips grazing the shell of his ear as you whisper, “Good boy, doing so well for me. Keep going.”

A shiver runs through him at your praise, his breath coming in soft, needy gasps as he follows your instructions. His movements become more eager, more desperate, but you not going to give in just yet. You reach down, your hand ghosting over his, guiding him, controlling the pace, making sure he didn’t rush.

“No need to hurry,” you sooth, voice a soft murmur against his skin. “Want you to feel everything.”

He whimpers at that, head tipping back against the pillows, exposing the elegant curve of his throat as another desperate sound escapes him. The sight's intoxicating.

His Hair splashed onto the pillow in a halo, rosey cheeks evident on his porcelain skin. Shallow breath against the shell of your ear as your fingers just barely trace at the base of his pained cock, pre spurting in need.

Your fingers slide down, intertwining with his, movements slow and calculated. He lets out another needy whine, breath stuttering, his body trembling beneath your touch. You take your time, drawing out every moment, the reapearing schlick schlick, schlick sound of his hurried wrist turning his brain into a mindless goo.

“Look at me, Xav'.”

His heavy-lidded gaze snaps to meet yours, pupils blown, lips trembling as he lets out another quiet plea. “Urghhh, P-please, I need—need you.”

Finally, you position yourself above him, thighs caging his shacking ones inbetween them, guiding his hand away and replacing it with your own.

He lets out a broken sigh, his fingers gripping the sheets as he surrenders completely to your touch. His body's yours to command, every breath, every movement dictated by the unspoken rhythm you set.

Your thumb catches onto his sensitive tip, draaaaging along his leaking slit so tortorously slow, wicked even. “Such a sweet boy,” you murmur, tracing the curve of his jaw before pressing soft kisses down the column of his throat. “So good for me.”

His fingers tremble as they clutch at the sheets, his legs shifting restlessly, breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. Every time your fingers catch onto a prominent vein along his shaft, he let out the most delicate whimpers, his body pliant beneath you.

It's a symphony of desperate need, each note echoing his obedience to you and you only.

You move with patience, savoring every tremor, every breathless gasp that leaves his lips. His body arched instinctively toward you, his moans growing more desperate, more pleading. “Please, pleasepleaseplease—”

You hush him with another kiss, deep and slow, sighing into his mouth as your fingers never cease their careful exploration. “Shhhhh,” you usher against his lips, “just let me take care of you.”

His head lolls back against the pillow, exposing his flushed skin, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. The soft, whiny sounds that leave him sent a thrill through you, a heady mixture of power and devotion surging in your veins.

Time seemed to slow, stretching each second into something tangible, something euphoric. His every movement, every sound, is an offering to you, a wordless expression of trust and desire. The way he looks at you, eyes glossy with need, lips parted as if searching for the words to beg properly.

It makes your heart race.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” brushing your fingers over his wet, parted lips. He instinctively kisses your fingertips, sloppy, another soft wail slipping from his throat.

He nods, barely able to form words, his body shivering as you continue to toy with him, drawing out his pleasure, making him feel every ounce of what you're giving him. “Only for you,” his, voice breathless, rushed and desperate.

You reward him with another lingering kiss, swallowing his whimpers, fist twisting around his girth with tender control. His hands cling to you weakly, his body pliant beneath your touch.

Every movement, every sound, tells you exactly what he needs, and you give it to him in slow, deliberate jerks, focusing in on his keen crown, drawing out the moment until he's trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.

And when you finally allow him release, a deep surrender that leaves him panting beneath you, utterly spent yet completely at peace.

Fingers coated in his white, sticky semen, twitching cock still firmly in your hand as you milk him to the last drop, the lewd whines follwing suit. His fingers weakly reach for you, and you pull him close, letting him sink into your warmth, his soft, satisfied sigh filling the space between you.

“Good job,” pressing a kiss to his temple, you brush damp strands of hair from his face. He nuzzles into your touch, a sleepy, contented hum escaping him as he melts against you.

ZAYNE・❥・ So sensitive!

“My gosh, Zayne,”

you muse, fingers dancing over his glistening skin. Zayne shudders beneath you, his breath shaky as he grips the sheets. The warm glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his flushed form, every inch of him betraying his need.

You’re perched right above him, hips rolling just enough to tease, to keep him on edge. God, he's about to loose his mind.

He’s always so composed, so in control in every other part of his life, but here, with you, he’s wrecked, bare to your mischevous antics.

“Now, now, what’s got you so worked up, hm?” Your voice drips with amusement as you drag your fingers along his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering beneath his skin.

"You know damn well—"

His lips part, but all that comes out is a heavy groan. You smile, leaning down to brush your lips against his jaw before whispering, “You can use your words, can’t you?”

Zayne swallows, hard, hands twitching like he wants to touch you but knows better than to move without permission. “Y-you—” His voice is barely a whisper, so wrecked already.

You tilt your head, “I-I -I what?” you mock him, stern, comanding voice almost startling him if it doesn't only make him grow harder against your tummy.

“You’re teasing me,” he breathes, heavy, piercing gaze of his making you giggle.

"Mhm," you hum in agreement, tracing his jawline before suddenly slipping a silk blindfold over his eyes, his vision going dark.

He inhales sharply, body tensing before melting beneath you. He loves this—loves the way you take away one of his senses, making him focus only on your touch, your words, the warmth of your body against his.

“So sensitive tonight,” you murmur, your fingers dancing lower, tracing his hipbones before ghosting over his eager, angry cock, not quite touching, just enough to make him whine.

He shifts beneath you, trying to get more friction, but you lift yourself just out of reach. “Patience, love.”

"Please." Zayne’s head tilts back against the pillow, a soft sound of frustration escaping him followed by a silent plea, making a smirk dance across your features, running your nails lightly down his chest. “Please what?”

He lets out a small, needy sigh. “Please, my darling wife. T-touch me.”

“Gladly.” you muse, pressing a soft kiss to his throat before finally wrapping your tender fingers around him. His breath stutters, a deep, broken moan slipping past his lips as you stroke him slowly.

His body twitches with each movement, and you can tell he’s already close—so responsive, so beautifully sensitive to every little touch.

“My husband 's doin' such an amazing job,” you whisper against his ear, your voice sending a shiver through him. “Had such a rough day, didn't you?”

“Y-yes,” he gasps, his hips twitching up into your hand.

You reward him with a slow, deep stroke, relishing the way he trembles beneath you. But then you stop, pulling your hand away entirely, leaving him aching.

Zayne lets out a soft whimper, his hands gripping the sheets tighter. “D-darlin'—”

You interrupt him with a light chuckle, dragging your nails down his stomach. “Relaaax. M' gonna take good care of you, yes?"

Before he can even think to answer, a whine slips from his lips as you shift, finally lowering yourself onto his lap, his tip catching your clit, robbing a shriek from you. He shudders violently at the sensation, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you glide along his length, slow, savoring, teasing.

“Feels so good,” you murmur, your hands sliding up his chest as you lose your patience, hand grasping the base of his throbbing cock before you align it to your flexing hole, sloooowly sink down onto him.

Zayne lets out a deep, broken moan, his head falling back against the pillow as you begin to rock your hips at a steady pace, thirsty hips claiming him, leaving him breathless. His hands twitch at his sides, wanting to hold you, to ground himself, but he knows better than to mess this up.

“That’s it,” you praise, rolling your hips just enough to drive him wild. “Taking it so well. C'mon, don't be shy now. Touch me. M' your wife, no?”

His hands finally reach for you, fingers digging into your thighs, his desperation evident in the way he clings to you. You let him have this, let him hold on, because he’s been so good, so obedient.

Breath hitching, his entire body trembling beneath you as his fingers twitch, desperate, in search for your hips now, delicately wrapping them around your waist, careful and wary.

He can feel the blindfold slipping slightly from his face, his intense breath turning him light-headded— he can't do noting but releash in the pleasure of your compressed hole choking him as if you've forgotten he's your husband— as if you wanted to kill him.

“I— I don’t— Can't-"

“You can,” you whisper softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips, a broken whimper from you following suit “You’re doing sooo good, doctor.”

The teasing nickname only adding fuel to his spurting fire, fingers ironclad on your hips, just resting there, trying to give his mind some sense of control despite the barbarous whine of your hips and him barely able to keep up, hell— even to hold on.

The pleasure builds between you, slow and intoxicating, and Zayne is unraveling beneath you, his body shaking, his voice breaking as he gasps your name.

“I have such a sensitive husband, hm?,” you murmur teasing evident in your voice even with his eyes blindfolded, hips rocking against him in a tantalizing, almost selfish way, trailing kisses along his jaw as you guide him toward his release. “C'mon, fill me up.”

And he does.

He lets go with a shuddering cry, his entire body tensing before his cock spurts inside you with greed.

You're pressing soothing kisses to his skin as he comes down from the high, slown rocking of your hips draaaging it out further, thick spurts of cum never ending, his breath still uneven, you coo at him.

You finally remove the blindfold, letting him blink up at you with dazed, glassy eyes.

He looks so beautiful like this—flushed, spent, utterly at your mercy.

“Did so well,” you whisper, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead.

He exhales shakily, his hands still holding onto you. “You’re going to be the death of me, dear” he mutters, voice hoarse.

You laugh softly, pressing one last kiss to his lips.

“Only in the best way.”

RAFAYEL・❥・Watch but don't touch!

"Nuh uhhh. Hands to yourself."

Your bottom lip cages between your teeth at his frustrated whine, eyes closed shut as your delicate hand swats his away.

Kitten licks against his angry cock head make his eyes roll to the very back of his skull, thigh clenching at any slight movement of yours. Teasingly, you blow against his stiff length, giggling at his hip stuttering up into the air.

"N-No fair", he says with such an adorable pout on his handsome face, you almost feel sorry.

Almost.

"M' just having a little fun, don't be a kill joy now", you muse, tongue lolling out with a wicked grin to your face that just screams you're up to no good.

His head falls back against the backrest of the couch with a loud groan once his senses get engulfed by your mouth throating his cock whole, sloppy gagging sounds reapeating over and over again- going on for hours now.

His head hurts.

Your warm mouth and his cockhead prodding at your tight throat with each headbop of yours. But once your hand sneaks under his thigh, goosebumps arising on his skin as you begin to fondle his hefty, cum-filled balls—

He's losing it.

"Urghhh, js' like that, m' gonna—"

A hitched breath gets caught in his throat, hips stuttering up into your mouth. Your hand firmly presses down onto his hip, plastering him still onto the couch so he wouldn't move.

"Do it, I dare you." you spit before resuming to your sloppy assault between his legs.

His head falls back, hand brushing over his face in frustration because he knows it's a threat.

"Please, baby. Pleaseee, pleaseplease, lemme'—"

"I told you. Do it."

His neck falls down, huffy breath hot as he meets your gaze, whining. And he knows what's about to dawn uppon him at the fierce look you shot him.

He knows he's fucked.

"No. Nononono, please don't be such a meanie, cutie. C'monnnn—!"

Your wicked smirk deepens as his chest heaves, every muscle in his body coiled tight like a bowstring about to snap.

His fingers twitch at his sides, aching to grab you, to tangle into your hair and ram into your mouth, but he knows better. He knows the rules you've laid out so cruelly, and the punishment that awaits if he dares to break them.

Hell— if he acts up, he might not be cumming at all tonight.

His cock throbs against your tongue, the weight of it heavy and hot in your mouth as you pull back just enough to flick your tongue over his slit, swirling the tip with slow, deliberate swipes, milking his poor swelling, mushroomy tip to it's limits, leaking pre indicating the brewing storm to soon come.

"Ohhh, baby, babybabybaby—"

Your hand tightens around the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to make him whimper, his hips desperately seeking the friction you're denying him. You pull off with a lewd pop, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips to his flushed tip.

"What was that?" You ask innocently, tilting your head, fingers lazily stroking along his length, lewd moisty sounds ringing in his ear making him go dizzy. "Did you say something?"

His jaw clenches, the veins in his neck standing taut as he tries to reign himself in. But he’s losing the battle, his restraint unraveling with every teasing touch, every breathy giggle that escapes your lips.

"Y-You know damn well," he pants, frustrated, his fingers curling into fists on the sheets. "Need it. Need it soooo damn bad, cutie— nghhh!"

"Need what?" You interrupt with a tight head lock of your hand around his cock, sufforcating him, feigning confusion, as you pump him slow, torturous. His head slams back against the couch, almost snaping his neck with the force, a broken groan spilling from his throat.

"Use your words."

His breath shudders. "I need to cum."

"Mmm." You hum, considering. "You know, I don’t think you've earned it yet."

His eyes snap open, dark with desperation. "W-what? H-hahhh— c'mon now! S-stop it, js' fuckin'— godddd—"

Your free hand trails up his abdomen, fingers dancing over the sculpted ridges of his stomach before pressing down against his chest, pinning him in place. His heart hammers beneath your palm, each erratic thump evidence of just how close he is to unraveling.

"You wanna cum so bad?" You coo, leaning in, breath hot against his ear as you pump him faster, the slick sounds of your hand working him over making him whimper. "Then hold it. Don't you dare let go until I say so."

A strangled noise escapes his throat, his body shaking with effort. The need to release is overwhelming, every nerve in his body screaming for that final push over the edge. But he knows you're testing him, dangling his pleasure just out of reach, and he wants, no, needs, to be good for you.

"Ohhh, you're struggling, aren't you? Cute." You purr, dragging your tongue along the length of his swelling cock, reveling in the way his cock jumps in your grasp. "Poor thing, trying so hard."

"F-Fuck, I— I c-can’t—" he stammers, his voice wrecked with restraint, muscles locked in place as his climax hovers agonizingly close. So damn close he can taste it at the tip of his tongue.

Your smirk deepens. "Not yet."

His entire body seizes, his thighs trembling violently as you suddenly stop, your grip loosening entirely. His hips jerk up on instinct, desperately seeking the friction you’ve just denied him.

A choked whine spills from his lips, frustration darkening his gaze as he watches you lean back, tortured cock throbbing with need, reddish tip pulsating angrily, hefty balls squeezing in desperate need of release, you're licking your lips, savoring the taste of him.

"Awww, did you think I was going to let you finish?" You taunt, fingers dancing along his twitching thigh. "How silly of you."

His breath is ragged, cock twitching against his stomach, still leaking, still aching for the release you've stolen from him.

"You look so pretty like this," you muse, tracing idle circles against his hip. "I could do this all night. Over and over."

A shiver runs through him, his pupils blown wide because he knows you're not bluffing.

Your fingers brush over his cock one last time, teasing, just enough to make him shudder before you pull away entirely, standing up with a satisfied smirk.

"Who knows," You stretch, letting him see the full curve of your body as you climb onto his lap, casting him one last teasing glance, before you align his oozing tip to your entrance, pussy clenching around the hefty tip in excitement.

"Maybe you'll get to cum in me. How 's that sound?"

A broken groan escapes him, his hands gripping the couch in frustration. "Yer' evil."

With one last grin you sloooowly sink down on his length, lips caged between your teeth at the tantalizing strech, his hands brushing over his face at the immense pleasure and the sheer frustration of it all.

"And you love it."

Failing in trying to bite back his loud whine, his hips stutter up into yours, fully burying himself into you with one thrust, satisfied sigh rushing from his tense chest.

"I do."

SYLUS・❥・You were saying?

Sylus was a handful— a gorgeous, infuriating handful.

Cocky smirk, sharp tongue, and a tendency to push every single one of your buttons just to see how far he could get. But that was fine because tonight, he was going to learn exactly what happens when he teases too much.

"That's all you got? C'mon sweetie, you can do better than—"

You cut him off with a sharp grind of your hips, dragging yourself along his restrained form. The friction was intoxicating, your clit catching onto his silver happy trail, pulling a sharp moan from your lips.

"You were saying, Sy?" you mock, voice dripping with amusement.

Sylus squirms beneath you, his arms bound to the headboard, wrists tied tight with burgundy silk.

His cock twitches against his stomach, already leaking precum, but you aren't ready to give him what he wants just yet. You savor the sight of him, muscles tense, face twisted in frustration and pleasure.

"C'monnn," he muses, the brat in him still pushing. "I know you can do it."

Your hips never relent, never flatten, keeping a teasing pace that has him groaning, his body desperate for more. The tight clench of your velvet, silky walls around him, caging his crown so tightly in the depth of your pussy. And then—

A whine.

The Sylus just... whined?

You pause just enough to hear the hitch in his breath, the frustrated little sound he makes, like he's about to throw a tantrum. It makes something wicked curl in your stomach.

"Just—h-hahh, just—urghhh— slow down."

A cruel smile tugs at your lips. "Slow down? But didn’t ya' wanna tell me somethin'?" You tilt your head, faux innocence dripping from your voice.

Sylus tugs at the restraints, hips bucking uselessly. "You're driving me insane, sweetheart," he mutters, and you can hear the slightest edge of desperation creeping in.

"Good," you purr. "That means I'm doing a good job."

Oh, he's loving this.

You lean down, your breath ghosting over his throat before you press a lingering kiss there, your tongue flicking against his pulse point. He shivers beneath you, but when he tries to roll his hips up, seeking more friction, you immediately lift yourself off him, denying him entirely.

"C-come back." he gasps, eyes flying open, staring at you in sheer disbelief.

"Did ya' forget who's in charge here?" you coo, running a single finger down his abdomen, stopping just above where he wants you most. "Yer' not the leader of Onychinus when you're such a desperate mess under me, my darling Sy'."

His jaw clenches. "You can’t just—"

"I can do whatever I want."

Your voice is laced with authority, leaving no room for argument and he might bust right there, you're strict words sending more and more blood pumping to his already stiffened cock. "And right now, I think you need to learn some patience."

Sylus huffs, but the way his body trembles betrays his excitement. You trail a teasing hand lower, barely brushing over his cock before pulling away entirely. His frustrated groan sends heat straight to your buttony clit.

"You wanna be a brat, Sy? Then you get to wait."

His head falls back against the pillows, exhaling sharply. "You’re an evil woman."

You hum thoughtfully. "Maybe. But m' your evil woman. Besides," You lean down, eye to eye with those rubies of his, voice barely above a whisper and mere inches away from his moist lips, "you fucking love it."

And judging by the way his body quivers, the way his cock twitches in protest, you know you're absolutely right.

Shifting, you settle between his legs, your hands bracing against his thighs as you slowly press your slick folds against his length—not letting him inside, just rubbing yourself along him, teasing. His breath shudders, head tilting back, arms flexing against the restraints as his hips jerk.

"F-fuckkk," he breathes, voice strained.

"Language, Sylus."

His groan is almost pained, and you can’t help the way your smirk deepens. You drag yourself along his length again, letting your clit catch the head of his cock before rolling back down, watching him squirm beneath you.

"Please," he finally murmurs, voice breathy and wrecked.

"Hmmm?"

His jaw clenches, but the fight is draining from him. "Please, let me feel you."

You press a slow, deliberate kiss to his rosy cheek. "Do you really think you deserve it?"

His frustration bubbles over, his muscles tensing as he tugs at the restraints again. "I—fuck—I'll be good. Just— please."

That’s all you needed to hear.

Finally, you sink down onto him, inch by inch, letting yourself stretch around his length as he groans beneath you.

His head presses back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as a long, desperate moan spills from his lips. His body trembles beneath you, entirely at your mercy.

You waste no time setting a pace that has him unraveling, your hips rolling with practiced precision, walls tightening around him just enough to keep him teetering on the edge. He’s panting, groaning, cursing under his breath, everything, really.

"H-hahh, honey, please—" he chokes out, muscles flexing with restraint.

You grin, knowing he’s barely holding on. "Not yet," you murmur, dragging your nails down his chest. "I’ll tell you when."

His entire body trembles, and you can feel his cock twitch inside you, warning you that he’s so damn close. You clench around him, but keep your pace steady, greedy walls contracting around him, hitching his breath each time, teasing him, holding him on that delicious edge.

You grind your clit against his pelvis, your own pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, and your moans start to mix with his. The build-up is intoxicating, and you can feel yourself tipping closer to release.

Fingers finding his nipples, you roll them between your fingertips, drawing a sharp growl from him, soon latching your mouth onto one sensitive bud with a wicked smile, his body arching into yours.

"J-just a little longer," you whisper, voice aswell as your movement stuttering as he rams at your cervix, leaning over him, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Don't give up on — fuck!— on me y-yet."

Those words only worsen his condition as his cock jumps inside you, his moans turn into desperate whimpers, his body tensing beneath you. "I—I can't hold it anymore," he gasps, voice aswell as his confident, dominant facade cracking with need.

"You will." you command, biting down on his earlobe.

Tears threaten to well at the corners of his eyes, his body shaking, every muscle locked in anticipation. You almost feel bad.

Maybe you should cut him some slack.

"Now, Sylus," you finally whisper, voice thick with pleasure, "cum for me."

The command shatters him. His hips jerk as he spills into you with a deep, guttural moan, his entire body wracked with trembling aftershocks. The sensation of him pulsing inside you pushes you over the edge, pleasure crashing through you in waves as you cry out, body clenching around his.

For a moment, all you can hear is heavy breathing, the aftermath of pleasure settling into your limbs. You brush a hand down his chest, soothing him as he slowly comes down, his eyes hazy, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

"Told ya you could do better," he murmurs, breathless and wrecked.

You chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss against his jaw. "And I told you I'd put you in your place."

His laugh is soft, spent. "Guess I should nudge you off more often."

You grin, fingers tightening around the restraints still holding him in place. "Careful what you wish for, Sy'. You might not be able to handle it."

"Try me."

CALEB・❥・Lovin' it.

Caleb is a man of discipline, restraint, and quiet devotion, a gentleman in the streets and, well, something else entirely when you have him beneath you like this—fully at your mercy. Wrecked and ruined.

And loving every second of it.

You straddle his waist, watching the way his chest rises and falls, his breaths shallow and desperate. His wrists are tied to the headboard, rope digging deliciously into his milky skin, and his flushed face is a sight to behold.

Disheveled brown hair clings to his sweat-slick forehead, his lips parted as he pants beneath you, his body trembling with overstimulation from the aftermath of his previous orgasm, his sticky semen clinging to your walls.

"P-please, baby. Yer' killin' me here."

Your nails drag down his chest, leaving faint red trails in their wake, your hips still grinding mercilessly against his overstimulated cock, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure he has left to give.

"Oh, come on," you purr, tilting your head as you roll your hips with slow, deliberate intent, hand forcefully pushing him down onto the bed.

"You're being a fuckin' liar. You love it. Just look at yourself."

His head tilts back against the pillow, exposing the elegant column of his throat as a broken groan spills from his lips. His body twitches, trembling, and his bound hands flex, fingers curling as though searching for something to hold onto.

Oh yeah, you’ve got him.

"You like being used like this, don’t you, Caleb?" you continue, dragging your fingers up his throat, thumb pressing into the side of his jaw just enough to make his breath hitch. "Like my own personal toy."

His entire body jerks beneath you, another wrecked sound slipping from his lips. The way he responds so beautifully to every single thing you do is intoxicating, so lovestruck and utterly in love with you, falling victim to each of your antics, making the heat in your belly burn hotter, the wetness between your thighs even slicker—if that's even possible.

"Fuckin' perv," you murmur, your grip on his throat tightening just enough to make his pulse quicken. "All spread out for me, taking everything I give you, hm?"

A strangled whimper escapes him, his hips bucking helplessly. His cock twitches inside you, still sensitive, still aching, but he’s at your mercy. There’s nothing he can do but take it.

"S’too much," he slurs, voice thick with pleasure, his body trembling with each roll of your hips. "I—fuck, I can't—"

"Can't what?" you taunt, your free hand moving to tug lightly at his nipple, relishing the way his breath stutters. "Can't handle how good I make you feel?" You tighten your grip around his throat, just enough to make him whimper. "I think you can. I think you fucking love it."

His moans are nothing short of sinful, his body arching into you as if begging for more despite his protests. His flushed chest rises and falls, his bound wrists struggling against the silk restraints, but there's no real fight left in him.

He’s too far gone, drunk on the sensation of you using him like this, taking what you need over and over again, he can barely count how many times he's spurted weak shots of his cum into you. But he can't have enough. He wants more.

"Look at you," you coo, easing the grip on his throat only to drag your fingers down his jaw, thumb tracing his bottom lip. "So desperate. So needy. And you call yourself a gentleman?"

His eyes flutter open, glassy and desperate. "M'—nghhh!, m' a gentleman—"

You let out a cruel little laugh. "Not right now. Right now, you’re just a needy, pathetic mess."

He groans, the sound dissolving into something dangerously close to a sob when you shift your hips, grinding your clit against him, drawing another pulse of pleasure from his already overstimulated cock.

"I—baby—" he gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he trembles. "I'm gonna—"

"Gonna cum?" Your voice is firm, commanding, and his entire body stiffens, obeying instinctively. "You're gonna pump me full like a good boy, hm?"

His breath shudders, his fingers clenching into tight fists. "Y-yeah. Yes. Fuck! Yesyesyes. M' yer' g-good boy. All yers'."

"Mhmmm. All mine. My sweet boy."

The praise alone makes his cock twitch, balls swelling, and you smirk, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his throat before biting down just enough to make him whimper.

"Js' a little longer, mkay?"

He moans again, his entire body thrumming with desperation.

"I bet you’d let me keep you like this all night, wouldn’t you?"

He lets out a broken, gasping sound, barely able to speak. "Yes—fuck! — yes, please. Pleasepleaseplease use me. All of me. I—"

You keep riding him, gyrating your hips against his in harsh rams, watching as he grows more desperate, thighs trembling beneath you, his moans turning into pleading little whimpers.

"Please, pips," he finally gasps, his voice barely above a breath. "Please let me cum. I'll be good. Gonna- fuh-fuckkkk! Gonna take it. M' yer' good boy, right?"

Your fingers tighten around his throat again, your other hand reaching down to trail across his chest, biting back a moan as his cock smooches your womb with his twitch alone. "You wanna cum, Caleb?"

"Yesyesyes- Wanna- need ta'," he whines, his entire body tense, voice cracking under the weight of his desperation, hands scrambling against the tight rope around his wrist. "Please—please, I need it, I need you."

"You need me?" You smirk, dragging your nails down his chest again. "Yeah, I know you do. Look at you, fuckin' ruined. It's almost p-pathetic, really."

You're right there with him, your own climax coiling hot and tight in your stomach, and you lean down, lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, "Cum for me, Caleb. Fill me up real good, yeah?"

The command is all it takes to break him.

His entire body tenses, back arching off the bed as he spills thin spurts of weak cum inside you with a deep, shuddering moan, his bound hands flexing uselessly above his head, almost ripping the headboard with his sheer strength.

The feeling of him cumming, the heat, the pulse of him inside you sends you over the edge, your own release crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your walls clench around him, milking him for everything he has left, and your own moans mix with his, filling the air with the sound of bliss and ruin.

When you finally regain your senses, you glance down at him, watching the way his chest still rises and falls in heavy pants, his golden hair sticking messily to his forehead. His wrists are red from pulling against the restraints, lips swollen from where he's bitten into them.

You smirk, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "See? You can handle it."

His breathy little laugh is hoarse, his voice completely shot, tugging at the rope binding his hands. "D-don't know if I can survive another round, pips."

You grin, trailing your fingers over his chest, feeling the aftershocks still running through his body.

"Guess we’ll have to find out."

©︎SATRS. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[damienns]

My GIF Making process: Screen capturing using MPV player, Organizing files, 3 Sharpening settings, Basic Coloring PSD + Actions set

This is a very long post so heads up.

I’ll try to be as thorough and true as much as possible to the way I make my gifs (I already use Photoshop Actions which I’ve long since set up but now for this tutorial I’m reviewing them to show you the exact steps I’ve learned to create my gifs 😃) and present them to you in a semi-coherent way. Also, please bear with me since English is my second language.

First things first. Below are the things and tools we need to do this:

Downloaded 4K or 1080p quality videos (let’s all assume we know where to get these—especially for high definition movies and tv series—so this post doesn’t get removed, okay? 😛)

Adobe Photoshop CC or the CS versions can work as well, but full disclosure I haven’t created gifs using the CS versions since 2020. I’m currently using Adobe Photoshop 2024.

mpv player. Use mpv player to get those frames/screenshots or any other video player that has a screen grabber feature. I’ve used adapter for the longest time but I’ve switched to mpv because the press to screenshot feature while the video is playing has been a game changer not to mention ultimate time saver for me. For adapter you need to play it in another video player (like VLC player), to get the start and end timestamps of the scene you want to gif which takes me ages before I can even open Photoshop.

Anyway! Please stop reading this post for a moment and head over to this amazing tutorial by kylos. She perfectly tells you how to install and use mpv player, both for Mac and Windows users.

One thing I have to share though, I had a tough time when I updated my MacOS to Sonoma since MPV is suddenly either duplicating frames or when I delete the duplicates the player seems to be skipping frames :/ I searched and found a solution here, though it didn’t work for me lol. My workaround for this in the meantime is decreasing the speed down to 0.70 then start screenshotting—it’s not the same pre Sonoma update but it works so I’ll have to accept it rather than have jumpy looking gifs.

Now, after this part of kylos’ tutorial:

you can continue reading the following sections of my gif tutorial below.

I want to share this little tip (sorry, this will only cater to Mac users) that I hope will be helpful for organizing the screenshots that MPV saved to the folder you have selected. Because believe me you don’t want to go through 1k+ of screenshots to select just 42-50 frames for your gif.

The Control + Command + N shortcut

This shortcut allows you to create a new folder from files you have pre-selected. As you can see below I have already created a couple of folders, and inside each folder I have selected screenshots that I want to include in one single gif. It's up to you how you want to divide yours, assuming you intend to create and post a Tumblr gifset rather than just one gif.

Another tip is making use of tags. Most of, if not all the time, I make supercorp gifs so I tag blue for Kara and red (or green) for Lena—just being ridiculously on brand and all that.

Before we finally open Photoshop, there's one more thing I want to say—I know, please bear with me for the third? fourth? time 😅

It's helpful to organize everything into their respective folders so you know the total number of items/frames you have. This way, you can add or delete excess or unnecessary shots before uploading them in Photoshop.

For example below there are 80 screenshots of Kara inside this folder and for a 1:1 (540 x 540 px) Tumblr gif, Photoshop can just work around with 42-50 max number of frames with color adjustments applied before it exceeds the 10 MB file size limit of Tumblr.

Sometimes I skip this step because it can be exhausting (haha) and include everything so I can decide visually which frames to keep later on. You'll understand what I mean later on. But it's important to keep the Tumblr 10 MB file size limit in mind. Fewer frames, or just the right amount of frames, is better.

So, with the screenshot organization out of the way, let's finally head over to Photoshop.

Giffing in Photoshop, yay!

Let’s begin by navigating to File > Scripts > Load Files into Stack…

The Load Layers window will appear. Click the Browse button next.

Find your chosen screenshots folder, press Command + A to select all files from that folder then click Open. Then click OK.

After importing and stacking your files, Photoshop should display the following view:

By the way, I'll be providing the clip I've used in this tutorial so if want to use them to follow along be my guest :)

If you haven't already opened your Timeline panel, navigate to Windows > Timeline.

Now, let's focus on the Timeline panel for the next couple of steps.

Click Create Video Timeline, then you’ll have this:

Now click the menu icon on the top right corner then go to Convert Frames > Make Frames from Clips

Still working on the Timeline panel, click the bottom left icon this time—the icon with the three tiny boxes—to Convert to Frame Animation

Select Make Frames From Layers from the top right corner menu button.

So now you have this:

Go and click the top right menu icon again to Select All Frames

Then click the small dropdown icon to set another value for Frame Delay. Select Other…

The best for me and for most is 0.05 but you can always play around and see what you think works for you.

Click the top right menu icon again to Reverse Frames.

I think Photoshop has long since fixed this issue but usually the first animation frame is empty so I just delete it but now going through all these steps there seems to be none of that but anyways, the delete icon is the last one among the line of feature buttons at the bottom part of the Timeline panel.

Yay, now we can have our first proper GIF preview of a thirsty Lena 😜

Press spacebar to watch your gif play for the very first time! After an hour and half of selecting and cutting off screenshots! 😛 Play it some more. No really, I’m serious. I do this so even as early (lol) as this part in the gif making process, I can see which frames I can/should delete to be within the 10 MB file size limit. You can also do it at the end of course 🙂

Now, let’s go to the next important steps of this tutorial post which I’ve numbered below.

Crop and resize to meet Tumblr's required dimensions. The width value should be either 540px, 268px, or 177px.

Convert the gif to a Smart Object for sharpening.

Apply lighting and basic color adjustments before the heavy coloring. I will be sharing the base adjustments layers I use for my gifs 😃.

1. Crop and Resize

Click on the Crop tool (shortcut: the C key)

I like my GIFs big so I always set this to 1:1 ratio if the scene allows it. Press the Enter key after selecting the area of the frame that you want to keep.

Side note: If you find that after cropping, you want to adjust the image to the left or another direction, simply unselect the Delete Cropped Pixels option. This way, you will still have the whole frame area available to crop again as needed and as you prefer.

Now we need to resize our gif and the shortcut for that is Command + Opt + I. Type in 540 as the width measurement, then the height will automatically change to follow the ratio you’ve set while cropping.

540 x 540 px for 1:1

540 x 405 px for 4:3

540 x 304 px for 16:9

For the Resample value I prefer Bilinear—but you can always select the other options to see what you like best.

Click OK. Then Command + 0 and Command + - to properly view the those 540 pixels.

Now we get to the exciting part :) the sharpen settings!

2. Sharpen

First we need to have all these layers “compressed” intro a single smart object from which we can apply filters to.

Select this little button on the the bottom left corner of the Timeline panel.

Select > All Layers

Then go to Filter > Convert for Smart Filters

Just click OK when a pop-up shows up.

Now you should have this view on the Layers panel:

Now I have 3 sharpen settings to share but I’ll have download links to the Action packs at the end of this long ass tutorial so if you want to skip ahead, feel free to do so.

Sharpen v1

Go to Filter > Sharpen > Smart Sharpen…

Below are my settings. I don’t adjust anything under Shadows/Highlights.

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.4

Click OK then do another Smart Sharpen but this time with the below adjustments.

Amount: 12

Radius: 10.0

As you can see Lena’s beautiful eyes are “popping out” now with these filters applied. Click OK.

Now we need to Convert to Frame Animation. Follow the steps below.

Click on the menu icon at the top right corner of the Timeline panel, then click Convert Frames > Flatten Frames into Clips

Then Convert Frames > Convert to Frame Animation

One more click to Make Frames From Layers

Delete the first frame then Select All then Set Frame Delay to 0.05

and there you have it! Play your GIF and make sure it’s just around 42-50 frames. This is the time to select and delete.

To preview and save your GIF go to File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy)…

Below are my Export settings. Make sure to have the file size around 9.2 MB to 9.4 MB max and not exactly 10 MB.

This time I got away with 55 frames but this is because I haven’t applied lighting and color adjustments yet and not to mention the smart sharpen settings aren't to heavy so let’s take that into consideration.

Sharpen v1 preview:

Sharpen v2

Go back to this part of the tutorial and apply the v2 settings.

Smart Sharpen 1:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.3

Smart Sharpen 2:

Amount: 20

Radius: 0.5

We’re adding a new type of Filter which is Reduce Noise (Filter > Noise > Reduce Noise...) with the below settings.

Then one last Smart Sharpen:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.3

Your Layers panel should look like this:

Then do the Convert to Frames Animation section again and see below preview.

Sharpen v2 preview:

Sharpen v3:

Smart Sharpen 1:

Amount: 500

Radius: 0.4

Smart Sharpen 2:

Amount: 12

Radius: 10.0

Reduce Noise:

Strength: 5

Preserve Details: 50%

Reduce Color Noise: 0%

Sharpen Details: 50%

Sharpen v3 preview:

And here they are next to each other with coloring applied:

v1

v2

v3

Congratulations, you've made it to the end of the post 😂

As promised, here is the download link to all the files I used in this tutorial which include:

supercorp 2.05 Crossfire clip

3 PSD files with sharpen settings and basic coloring PSD

Actions set

As always, if you're feeling generous here's my Ko-fi link :) Thank you guys and I hope this tutorial will help you and make you love gif making.

P.S. In the next post I'll be sharing more references I found helpful especially with coloring. I just have to search and gather them all.

-Jill

[cherrygirlfriend]

BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE.ᐟ

❄️ pairing: bsf!spencer x crush!reader

❄️ summary: spending a winter day out with your best friend

❄️ warnings / tags: fluff as pure as snow! first kiss hehe WC: 2.1k

❄️ author's note: it's summer but since i'm a child of snow i got the urge to write this. oops! also i wanted to try out writing with proper capitalization, idk if i prefer this or all lowercase...

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST ❄️

"You know I don't like being cold," Spencer said in a slightly whiny tone as you tugged him by his hand, the two of you wearing matching mittens that you'd knitted. "And that's why I told you to dress warm!" You teased in a sing-songy tone, the pure snow under your shoes crunching, "It's such a beautiful day, and you're saying you'd rather spend it inside, cooped up with a book?"

"Yes," the man deadpanned, and you looked back at him with a scowl, Spencer's lips slightly quirking up, "What are we even gonna do?" "We're gonna play in the snow like we're little kids." You grinned up at the man, letting go of his hand once you arrived at the park where you two often took walks, looking much different than usual; the pond in the middle had frozen over, snow covering everything except the usual walkways that had been plowed over.

"You can't be serious." Spencer said with a small chuckle, "As serious as a heart attack!" You bent down to gather some snow, starting to roll it into a ball, "This is war, Dr. Reid." You announced, before throwing a snowball at him, Spencer's mouth forming into a shocked 'o' as it hit his chest, and you keeled over in laughter, "You're never gonna get meee!" you taunt childishly.

Spencer's eyes narrowed momentarily, only for him to bend down and start gathering snow. You squealed when you felt a snowball hit your torso, before bursting into laughter, both of you starting to gather snow at the same time.

The two of you ran around the park, throwing snowballs at each other, laughter and squeals echoing around you as each of you did your best to dodge the other's attack, shouting childish taunts at one another, until eventually, the two of you fell on your backs onto the soft snow side by side, raucous laughter leaving both your lips. You looked to the man next to you, Spencer's cheeks red from the cold. You couldn't help but smile, taking one of your mittens off and pinching the soft, red skin, causing Spencer to scrunch up his nose, "What was that for?"

"I dunno." You shrugged, biting down on your cold lower lip, before booping the man's nose, "You look all red." "That's because it's cold, so my body is trying to warm itself up by circulating blood close to the surface to protect my skin." "Oh really? I thought it was because you were turning into a tomato. Maybe I should knit you a green hat next." Spencer rolled his eyes at your joke, only for you to stick your tongue out at him.

You scooched slightly further away from Spencer so you had enough space to stretch out your arms and legs, the man looking at you with furrowed brows until you started moving your limbs and he realized what you were doing.

"Are you... making a snow angel?" He asked, slightly amused, "Yes! And you're gonna do it too." You smiled, too busy looking up at the clear blue sky as you continued marking the snow with the imprint of your body to notice the way Spencer was looking at you, a fond smile on his lips, his hazel eyes practically sparkling with adoration, until eventually, he turned around to face the sky and started to make his own snow angel.

Once you were satisfied, you clumsily got up off the ground and brushed the snow off your clothes before holding your hand out to Spencer. He took your hand, and you helped him up off the ground, brushing the snow off his own clothes.

"Ooh, I wanna take a picture of this!" You exclaimed, pulling out your phone and opening the camera, "I don't think I'll ever understand the obsession people have with capturing every moment." "Some of us don't have an eidetic memory." You smiled at the sound of the shutter that came from your phone when you took the picture, before pocketing your phone and turning to look up at him a small smile, "And I want to make sure I remember today." "You do?" "Of course, Spencer." You chuckled softly, "I wanna remember every day I spend with you."

Spencer couldn't help the way his heart fluttered at your words, at the pure sincerity in your tone, at the way you looked at him... only for him to be pulled out of his affectionate thoughts when you took hold of his sleeve and started tugging him in a rush, "C'mon!"

"Alright, what are we doing now?" Spencer asked when you finally came to a stop. You turned to him with a mischievous smile on your lips, putting your hands on your hips and puffing your chest out in pride, "We're gonna build a snowman." Spencer nodded quietly, biting the inside of his cheek, "What is it?"

"I've... never actually built a snowman." The brunette scratched the back of his neck with a tight-lipped half-smile, his statement causing your eyes to widen in surprise. "What?! You've never built a snowman?" "Well, I'd never really had a snowball fight before either." "Nuh-uh. This won't do." You shook your head, "We're gonna build the nicest snowman ever. One that puts all snowmen to shame."

Spencer's half-smile soon turned into a genuine one as the two of you started forming the snowman's body parts; you tasked him with forming the middle part and the head while you took care of the bottom part.

"What do you think we should name him?" You ask Spencer when you were about halfway through rolling the bottom part, Spencer humming in response, "We're supposed to name it?" "Don't call him an 'it', Spencer! Snowmen are sensitive creatures." "Alright, what should we name him?" "I don't know. Mr. Snowy?" "That's not very creative." "Hey!" You laugh, looking to Spencer as you finish rolling the bottom part, "Do you have any better ideas?" "Well, we could reference famous fictional snowmen."

The two of you brought the rest of the snowballs and stacked them on top of the bottom piece, and after having found some pebbles to use for eyes and a smile and wrapping your scarf around its neck, you stood next to the snowman with a proud look on your face, until you realized something.

"I almost forgot!" You laughed, digging through your coat pockets and eventually holding up a carrot with a goofy smile, making Reid chuckle softly, "You... you had a carrot in your pocket." "I come prepared."

You stuck the carrot right in the middle of the snowman's round head, gently patting it's head, "Congratulations, Dr. Reid. It's a man. A snowman, to be more specific."

The two of you spent the next hour or so sitting in the park, cups of hot chocolate warming up both your hands, until eventually you told Spencer that there was one more thing you wanted to do before you'd part ways. The man followed you without a second thought, but when you arrived in front of a skating rink, they definitely started appearing in his head. "You want us to skate?"

"It's fun! I haven't skated in so long, but I used to love it as a kid." You smiled up at him, "I don't really know how to..." "That's okay. You can just hold onto me. Trust me, skating's not difficult at all once you get the hang of it." You held your hand out for the man to take, but he still seemed hesitant, glancing between your face and your hand. "Come on, Spencer. You're a genius. How hard can it be to slide on ice?"

"Intelligence has nothing to do with balancing on a blade on ice." Spencer mumbled, but when he looked up to your face and saw the pleading look in your eyes, glimmering under the fairylights surrounding the outdoor skating rink, he couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh and take your hand.

Once you'd put on the ice skates you'd rented, you gracefully slid onto the ice, spinning to face Spencer as he wobbled onto the ice, holding onto the railing. You let out a soft laugh, only for the man to flash you a scowl, his lips turning down into a frown. "Come on. I told you, I'm gonna hold onto you." You smiled, holding out your hand.

Hesitantly, Spencer let go of the railing, his hand reaching out for yours. You intertwined your fingers with Spencer's, and as you pulled him closer to you, the man's breathing was knocked right out of his lungs as your faces were inches apart. "You're doing great." You whispered, smiling up at him. You took his other hand into your free one as you gazed into his brown eyes, slowly starting to skate backwards.

Spencer felt like his heart might beat right out of his chest, and although, you were surrounded by people, kids skating pass you two like it was a race, it felt like you were the only people there. Suddenly he felt dumb for having worried about the whole skating thing. He should've known you'd hold onto him the entire time.

At one point, the two of you managed to start skating side by side with only one of your hands in his, and even though Spencer was sure he could actually manage on his own, when you asked him if he wanted you to let go of his hand, he shook his head.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" Spencer asked after you'd returned the skates, "No, you don't have to." "I want to. I don't think I'd be comfortable leaving you alone since it's already pretty dark." He explained, and after a short back-and-forth, you eventually agreed.

"You know, you really didn't have to do this. Your apartment is further from my place than it is from the rink." "Yes, but I can defend myself." Spencer noted, and you looked at him with narrowed eyes, "I could totally take you in a fight." "I'm sure you could." He chuckled, only for you to playfully nudge his side.

"I had a really fun day." You admitted, looking up at him, your words making Spencer smile, "Me too. Maybe leaving my apartment every now and then isn't the worst idea in the world." You chuckled at his remark, nuzzling into the collar of your coat. When Spencer noticed this, he pursed his lips and looked down at you in concern, "Are you cold?" "Just my neck. I should've remembered to take my scarf back from the snowman."

Spencer stopped walking, grabbing your sleeve and holding you back. You looked up at him with furrowed brows, watching as he started sliding off his own purple scarf, "Spencer, you don't-" "Take it." He interrupted, turning to you and wrapping the scarf around your neck. You smiled, nuzzling into the soft woollen fabric that smelled faintly of some woody cologne you'd smelled on Spencer before, coffee, as well as something that was just so... him.

The two of you stayed silent for the rest of the walk to your apartment, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence; it was the kind of silence you shared with a person with whom every moment felt serene. Your arm was pressed against his for the entire walk, and although you were both itching to take the other's hand, neither of you made the move to do it.

When you arrived at the stairs in front of your apartment, you turned to face Spencer, starting to take off his scarf. "Get home safe, alright?" You smiled, Spencer bowing his curly hair so you could wrap the scarf around his neck, but even when it was on him, you didn't let go of the soft, woollen fabric. "I will."

Hesitantly, you leaned forward, getting on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss on his cheek, your lipstick leaving a faint mark on his already reddened cheeks. Spencer's eyes widened slightly, his lips moving without a single word leaving them.

"I'm, uh, I'm sorry." You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks starting to warm up despite the cold, "I shouldn't have-"

But before you could finish your sentence, you felt a pair of hands cup your face, and a pair of lips on yours, the warmth of Spencer's lips a soothing contrast compared to the cold air on your skin. His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle, yet somehow it was better than all the times you'd dreamed about kissing him.

When he pulled away and you opened your eyes, looking straight up into his, you could see that his already dark eyes looked even darker due to how wide his pupils were, and you could see your heaved breaths mingling due to the cold air.

"Goodnight, Spencer." You breathed out, your lower lip caught between your teeth as you smiled.

"Goodnight."

Spencer watched you climb up the steps to your apartment building and give him one last wave, before you were out of his sight.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @cinnamoncunt @purpleplumpudding @nonietosay

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 2: Roleplay - Ghostface!Steve Harrington

Summary: It had been your idea to dress up for Halloween as characters from Scream but what happens when you forget it’s Steve under the mask.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, consensual non-consent (CNC), roleplay, fear play, mask kink, being chased, discussion of safe words, groping, fingering, edging, hair pulling, rough sex, hand over mouth, creampie

masterlist 📚 

kinktober masterlist😈 

AO3 Link 

“I think I'm getting old”, came the frustrated grumble from your tired, fussy boyfriend Steve Harrington. His words weren’t boisterous as he muttered them under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck and staring down at the costume laid out for him on the bed.

Not reacting to him immediately, you continue applying the eyeshadow to your eyelid, smiling as you peeked at him in the mirror, his hands resting on his hips. Biting your lip to refrain from grinning or laughing, you innocently asked, “Why’s that Stevie?”

“Because I don’t want to go to this stupid party! I just wanna stay in and watch movies”. Steve began running his fingers through his recently washed hair, the ends curling gently over the tips of his shoulders but fluffy in texture as he had yet to style it with spray and gel.

You placed your brush on the dressing table and gave him your full attention in the mirror's reflection. “It's not a stupid party; it’s a Halloween party! There’s a difference”, you say enthusiastically to try and perk up his spirits. Steve continued to look down at the bed, only raising an eyebrow in a half-ass attempt at showing his excitement, so you turned on your stool, facing directly towards him. Sighing forcefully, you stood and approached with long, sweeping steps. “Come on! It’s only this one party, and then we can stay in for the rest of the year!” Trying to use all your manipulative tactics to sweeten him up. Fluttering your eyelashes up at him, your arms circled his waist, lifting his strong arms to settle over your shoulders.

Steve finally managed to tear his gaze away from the costume and towards you, but only so he could dramatically pout out his full bottom lip, his long, thick eyelashes curling up and nearly stroking his eyebrows as you melted into his warm coffee-coloured eyes. He was so handsome, and he didn’t even have to try.

Your nimble fingers slid beneath his shirt to feel the soft skin of his hips as you continued to try and elevate his excitement, “It’ll be fine, Steve, I promise”. Lifting onto your tiptoes, you captured his pouted lips with a brief, sweet kiss.

“It’s just not the same as they used to be. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive us there so it’ll save us some time to get back home again?” Steve asked as his hands smoothed over your bare shoulders, pulling you flush against his body and his warmth seeping into your skin.

You pulled away a step to give him a deadpan look, “It’s only a block away. I’m sure you’ll survive, and anyway, if you hate it, we can leave at any point”.

“Promise?”

“I promise, but we are still going. I’ve spent way too much money on the costumes to let them go to waste”, you explain whilst pulling out of his hold and sitting back in front of the mirror to continue finishing your makeup.

Steve’s attention returned to his costume, picking up the black cloak and white mask and holding it out in front of him. “Ok, I can take a quick guess as to who I’m dressing up as, but who are you supposed to be?”

You were still in your underwear, but to show him who you meant, you quickly flicked on the shoulder-length blonde wig and turned to him. “I’m Casey Becker, you know, Drew Barrymore, the girl that got killed at the start of Scream. I’m her after your Ghostface character kills me”, you explain whilst pointing to the wool cream jumper covered in splotches of deep red fake blood to match the stains on your neck and chest.

“Right”, Steve mutters before chewing on his lip, fingers once more returning to stroke through his hair before he reluctantly moves to the bathroom to continue getting ready, costume in hand.

You smiled triumphantly to yourself and continued getting ready, dressed in the simple jeans and once-cream jumper now decorated with fake stab wounds.

Waiting impatiently for Steve, with your arms crossed and foot tapping on the floor, you gently knocked on the bathroom door, asking, “You ready in there, Ghostface?”

As if he was waiting for you, the door swung open almost immediately, making you jump back on instinct, but the sight before you caused a deep warmth to flush through your body. The white scream mask was resting on the top of his head, pushing his hair out of his eyes so you could still see his face, but seeing Steve in the black cloak was doing something erotic to your body; you knew this outfit would be the right decision. 

Steve's mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but he noticed how you shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching your eyes unfocus as they travelled up the length of his lean body, and he knew that you were becoming aroused. Confidence pumped through his veins as his spine straightened so he could pump his chest out slightly before casually leaning against the door frame, his ankle crossed over the other.

“Let me guess, you’re into this? You little freak”, he trailed off as he visually inspected your costume. Even though it wasn’t revealing anyway, his pupils expanded as he bit his lip hungrily.

Blinking quickly and shaking your head, you tried to snap your attention back to him and not all of the nasty thoughts of him wearing this costume whilst pleasuring you. Glancing away from him, you tried to remain casual and calm, “I don’t know what you mean, Harrington. Come on, let’s go, we’re already late”.

The two of you walked in the moonlight, the streetlights blinking from being faulty, but that didn’t stop the two of you from swinging your clasped hands between your bodies. Steve still had his mask pushed up onto his head so that he could watch his step and still look towards you and his vision not be distorted.

“So what is it that you like? Is it the violence? The costume? The evilness? The murder”, he extended the last word as he dipped his face and knocked his forehead against your cheek as you pushed him away laughing.

You didn’t answer him, but he was sure to have noticed how warm your face was and the unsubtle looks you were giving him from the corner of your eye. To be frank, you were near enough drooling over him in the slash killer costume. You weren’t sure what it was; maybe you were falling into the fantasy, knowing the character was a psycho killer but had your beautiful boyfriend's face, knowing he wouldn’t hurt you but still looked scary and murderous.

Steve continued talking, not phased by your silence, “Maybe I should wear this costume when we get home, especially as it’s getting you so hot and bothered. I haven’t seen you like this since I was in my scoops ahoy sailors outfit”. His sizeable, warm hand squeezed yours to show he was teasing as his shoulder bumped into yours.

“Will you stop it? We’re nearly there, and then you can go and annoy someone else”, you say matter-of-factly.

Steve scoffs, “Why would I want to do that when I seem to be doing such a good job of annoying you?”. Without missing a beat, he released your hand, but only so he could wrap his arms around your waist to spin you around on the spot, causing you to scream out and kick your legs to try and make him put you down.

“Steve, stop!” you laughed despite the harshness of your tone. Thankfully, when he finally placed you back onto your two feet, he kissed your lips, then returned to holding your hand and tugging you along for the rest of the journey towards the party.

Once the two of you had arrived, he kept his mask down, which was where you became even more confused and momentarily forgot that it was Steve and not a random guy. Especially as he kept quietly stalking up next to you, and after a few times of you jumping in freight, he found his new favourite game for the night; the drinking and the dancing were not his priority with his plans for the night.

Steve even managed to sneak into the bathroom as he overheard you saying to Robin that you were about to go and use it. He hid behind the shower curtain, waiting for you to use the toilet before sliding behind your warm body as you washed your hands, his hands caging around you, forcing your hips into the countertop.

You screamed in fright as his mask hovered close to the shell of your ear. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” he asked, trying to use a low voice to copy the movie.

For a second, you forgot it was Steve, the thumping from your heart showing your anxiety until it all returned to you. Glaring at him in the mirror whilst clutching your chest, you chastised him, “Steve! You scared the fucking shit out of me, stop doing that!”

Steve only laughed at your reaction, loosening his hold around you enough that you could turn in his arms and push up his mask to see his hair wet from sweat sticking to his forehead and a broad smile across his handsome face.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you; it’s only me! Anyway, I don’t know why you keep freaking out; you’re the one who wanted me to wear this outfit”.

You were about to continue telling him off when he cut you off with a simple press of his lips against yours, lingering for a second and capturing your breath before pulling away, his lids heavy as he stared at the area where you were both just connected. He always knew how to win you around again, and you instantly found yourself forgiving him for the jump scare.

Gently you shoved his chest before gripping a handful of the black cloak, mumbling, “Asshole, I thought we were supposed to be a team”.

Steve’s gloved fingers tipped your chin so you’re forced to look up at him as he gave you a condescending head tilt. “Aww, you don’t have to be scared of me, Princess. I won’t hurt you. Unless that’s what you want, hmm?” his voice lowered as he pushed his body further against yours, his chest brushing against yours as his face dropped closer. He was so close that you could smell the beer on his breath, and you were entirely ready to fall into whatever he had planned, which, with the look he was giving you, was something naughty.

However, all of your hopes and dreams for having a quick fuck were destroyed as Steve dramatically bellowed, “Maybe I’ll gut you like a fish! Blah”, he began to act out, stabbing your stomach with the retractable plastic knife that was a part of the costume.

A heavy sigh left your mouth as you rolled your eyes, pushing past him as he pretended blood was spurting out of your middle, mimicking actions and being his usual goofy self. Usually, you’d be laughing with him. Still, damn, you were distracted and highly hopeful for the other things you had planned, slightly disappointed that he hadn’t gone through with them, especially as you were only seconds away from sinking to your knees and submitting to him.

The party continued for a few more hours, and Steve was more than ready to leave; having stopped drinking at midnight, he was getting to the end of his social battery. You were, too, so the two of you, thankfully, exited the silent streets hand in hand. You looked significantly different from when you’d arrived; the wig was missing as others had been trying it on, and now, it had disappeared, and the make-up and fake blood had mostly sweated off from your brief stints of dancing.

On the other hand, Steve still looked effortlessly beautiful, with his outfit still looking the same, but you were sure he must have been sweating under the thick, dark material.

Halfway home, your steps were abruptly halted as Steve stopped, patting over his clothes, looking for something, and cursing loudly when he couldn’t find it. “Shit, fuck! I left the keys at the party!”

“What! Steve, I’m not walking back there. Why did you even take them out of your pocket?!” you rub your tired eyes, frustrated and adamant that you wouldn’t walk the small distance back to the party.

Steve gave you an apologetic smile, and his lips pressed together firmly. “I’m sorry, babe, I’ll only be a minute; just wait here.” He turned and began jogging back to the party, around the corner and out of your sight.

Standing in the quiet Halloween night, the chill from the autumnal breeze ran more profound than just your skin as you became instantly unnerved by being on your own as the streetlamp at the end of the street continued to flick on and off. Rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and keep yourself warm, you quietly whispered to yourself for Steve to hurry up, wanting nothing more than to be in bed with his arms wrapped around you.

“Come on, Stevie”, you pleaded under your breath, the warmth of it fogging in the air in front of your face. Dancing on the spot slightly, you moved your numbing fingers down your sides to slide them into your back pockets to steal some heat, but then they were interrupted by the cool metal of your door keys. “Shit!” you fumed, not remembering that you’d had the keys on you the entire time, and Steve didn’t forget them and had made a wasted trip.

Staring in the direction he’d left again, you internally cursed yourself, knowing that Steve would return pissed off and irritable with you. Deciding that it would probably save some time if you also returned to the party to find Steve, you took a single step back down the street, but a branch crack splintered through the air. Your head twisted toward the noise, but all you could see were twisting, endless shadows that even the occasional flash of the street light couldn’t illuminate.

Taking a deep breath to try and steady the nerves that were tremouring through your body, enough so that you clasped your fingers together to see if that would cease the movements. Maybe you were paranoid, but you could have sworn someone was watching. You wouldn’t even say it was paranoia anymore as you were sure someone was watching because the hairs along your arms and the back of your neck stood on end.

MybMaybe was just some drunken kids from the party or someone in one of the homes that lined the streets looking out of the window to see who was standing on the sidewalk. However, you couldn’t spot any curtains opening or see any drunken person stumbling with their steps.

You weren’t sure what to do; usually, when you felt uncomfortable or frightened, you would be with Steve, and he’d do anything to pull you out of the situation. You could run back to your home, but then you’d be there all by yourself, and then what would happen when Steve left the party to find that you weren’t waiting for him anymore? Maybe you could go back towards the party and meet Steve, but that also meant you’d be walking past the area where the loud noise had come from.

“Is anyone there?!” you shouted in the general direction of the noise, hoping it would draw people's attention or frighten off whoever was there.

“Don’t you watch scary movies? You’re never supposed to shout who’s there”. Out of the shadows creeped Ghostface, his mask down and the plastic knife in his gloved hand at his side.

Thankfully, for once, due to your body being on high alert, you instantly remembered that this was Steve and not a stranger and recognised his voice, which had been challenging to do at the party.

Clutching your chest, you sucked in a greedy breath, “Steve! You fucking scared me. Why the hell would you do that?” Steve didn’t respond. He just casually strolled forward, almost swaggering with his steps, masked head tilted slightly. Trying to calm your pounding heart, you nervously pulled the keys out of your back pocket to show him, I’ve got the keys. I’m sorry, I didn’t even know I had them in my jeans pockets”. You rambled on, the nerves continuing to take over your body as he didn’t say anything, just taking step after step towards you.

The keys in your hand rattled from your shakes, and finally, instinct took over as you took a giant step backwards, away from Steve. Your thoughts were all over the place. This was Steve; you could tell by the height and build, and it had been his voice that had spoken/ However, the way he was walking towards you like he was searching for his prey, his next victim, the thrill of it all gave you the wrong reaction, despite your fear, you were getting turned on by it.

Warmth bloomed in the apples of your cheeks that spread through your chest and deep into your abdomen, nipples pebbling beneath your jumper and rubbing against the inside of your bra. With each step that Steve took forward, you’d take one backwards, a game of cat and mouse ensuring. 

A moment of silence passed, the two of you just staring at one another, until he lifted his fake knife and your eyes were drawn to this as he drawled, “Aren’t you going to run, Princess?”

It was an automatic response, the flight or fight intuition kicking in as you immediately ran. You ran like there was an actual killer after you, adrenaline and fear pulsing through your veins that helped keep your instincts on high alert as you ran toward your home. Even though your home wasn’t far away, it still felt like an eternity of running, the muscles straining and chest burning from sucking cold air desperately as you finally collided with your front door.

You’d been unable to hear Steve close behind you, but you didn’t waste any time, fingers trembling as you pressed the key into the lock and turned, rushing inside, slamming the door closed, and flicking the lock.

You waited, listening and waiting for him to bang on the door, but only silence greeted you from outside and the thumping of your terrified heart and heavy breaths in your ear. Steve didn’t turn up; even as you looked through the door's peephole, he still wasn’t there, so you took a few steps away, frowning in confusion.

Then it dawned on you. The back door. The back door, where Steve knew where the keys were hidden in the plant pot.

Spinning quickly, your sneakers squeaked on the hardwood floor as you’d intended to run to the back door to check it was still closed, but a prominent dark figure blocked your route. Once again, you knew it was Steve, even from how he was breathing heavily, the outline of his broader form and the faint smell of his aftershave that you could smell now that he was closer.

You weren’t entirely sure how far he wanted to go with this playing around, but you were not going to ruin the moment and willing to see just what Steve had in mind.

Taking a shaky step backwards away from the figure, you lifted your hands, palms up in defeat. “My boyfriend will be home soon, and he’s big; he’ll kick your ass”, your voice wobbled, which was half put on by you but also a little bit truthful with the anticipation.

Ghostface chuckled lowly, his head tilting, and the dominance and lure of the sight had your insides clenching with need. 

“Oh, your boyfriend won’t be helping you tonight. No one will”, Steve stated confidently and didn’t give you any warning before he bolted forward. The rush caused you to jump and scream, turning and running in the opposite direction, but it was a useless attempt as his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing forward until you were flush against the wall, his chest hard against your back. You struggled and whimpered in his hold, trying to sound as desperate as possible, but Steve held firm but not enough to hurt.

The mark was next to your ear as he growled, “Now, where do you think you’re going, huh? I thought we could have some fun. What do you say?” You struggled against but mostly so you could grind your ass against his hips, showing him you wanted to keep playing.

However, your lack of words had your boyfriend freezing, the tone of his voice softening as he whispered, “Colour?”

Huffing out a laugh at his concern and momentary slip of the roleplay, you whispered against the wall, “Very fucking green”. You found it endearing that he still ensured you were okay and wanted to continue.

That seemed to be the last of the friendly acts, however, as Steve pushed harder against your body until your cheek was firm against the cool wallpapered wall, the plastic of his mask against the back of your neck. His gloved hands shifted lower over the front of your body, over the mounds of your breasts, your jumper-covered navel and past your hips until he was cupping your jean-covered cunt with a deep moan that rumbled against your back.

It was an automatic response to mewl and rolled your hips into the hold, feeling the pressure from your underwear digging into your clit but needing more. Your noises turned back into whimpers as his fingers quickly snapped over the button of your jeans, and his hand disappeared beneath the material until he was cupping you again, but this time directly to your skin. You pulled your hips away this time, but primarily because of the uncomfortable material; his gloves were cheap synthetic material and were rough against your sensitive, throbbing clit as his palm pressed against it.

Steve chuckled, the tips of his index and middle finger close to your entrance, and for a moment, you were worried he was going to finger you with the rough material; you weren’t sure it would feel nice, but this wasn’t what he was laughing at. “You’re such a desperate little thing aren’t you? I can feel how wet you are through the gloves”.

Your entire body warmed in embarrassment. You should have guessed that he would have felt how turned on you are, especially with how you could feel the slick gathered in your underwear, but you hadn’t considered him feeling it through the gloves.

Ghostface, always the one to tease and humiliate, then did something that had your gasps turning into surprise and shock. The pressure of his glove hand disappeared from between your legs, and from your position, you could see it disappear beneath his mask, where a sucking noise could then be heard as he devoured the juices from the fabric gloves.

“S-St-“ his name was on the tip of your tongue, mostly on instinct to submit to him by moaning his name, but you were also cut off by a deep, gravely groan as the man trapping you against the wall showed you just how much he loved your taste. His hips rolled against your lower back first, thrusting his clothed but painfully hard cock into you, then his hand reappeared from beneath the mask, but this time without the glove as he’d pulled it off with his teeth and dropped onto the floor.

“Why is it you always taste so much better when you’re scared?” he continues to taunt, and you knew it wasn’t a normal reaction, but your pussy clenched so hard that Ghostface had to wait a moment before he was able to push his fingers back into your underwear and his middle and ring finger penetrated your eagerly awaiting hole.

You rose onto your tip toes whilst attempting to back into him to rub yourself against him, but he held you firmly against the wall. His fingers did not waste any time either as they gathered the slick to coat the entire length of his two digits and pumped in and out with a slight curl as he pulled out.

Once more, it was on instinct that your hips were rocking to match his movements, pleasuring pounding into your core as your eyes closed, whimpers slipping from your parted lips that you wouldn’t be able to hold back even if you tried to What’s more the position was adding to the thrill, your hands sprayed and pressed against the cool wall, your cheek aching from the pressure of being pushed forward and the warm body surrounding your entire back with the plastic part of his masks against the back of your head as he rested his temple against you, watching and listening to every little noise that he caused you to make. 

Ghostface doesn’t stop pleasuring you, his fingers continuing to pump into you as his palm occasionally pressed firmly against your clit, adding more stimulation. You were a sopping wet mess that could feel that familiar tightening between your legs. Where his fingers curled, and strokes began to harden as your orgasm tingled on the very edge; just one or two more movements and you’d be right there.

But Ghostface knew you were getting to that point, could hear and see how close you were, and he wasn’t having that, not yet anyway, so he swiftly pulled his hand out of your underwear.

“Uh uh, I don’t think so. Did you really think I’d let you cum? Definitely not; where would be the fun in that?” he laughs to emphasise his mocking, making you feel degraded and mind-muddled from needing him to continue pleasuring you but also wanting to push him away so he could stop being so mean.

With your minimal room, you tried to force your elbow into his stomach, but he could already sense your move and began sharply tugging on your hair with his still-wet fingers. His other arm circled your middle, helping with his grip and plan to move you away from the wall. Due to his taller size, he could easily manipulate you to walk in the direction of the kitchen; both of you can only walk without hitting any furniture due to muscle memory and the thin slither of light streaking through the blinds from the blinking street light.

Breath rushed out of you as Ghostface pushed you over your wooden table, your hands and face again pressed against the surface. You were dazed from the fingering, so you didn’t immediately react when he roughly pulled down your jeans and underwear until they were discarded somewhere in the darkness. In actuality, you sighed in relief from having the air breeze over your aching cunt and only responded with your own needs as your hips wiggled enticingly towards the man behind you.

This was rewarded with a sharp smack to your left arse cheek, halting any fuzzy happiness you’d been wrapped in. A leg shifted between your legs, shifting them further apart as the sound of clothes shuffling was heard from behind you as Ghostface began to lift his cloak and bunch it around his hips.

You weren’t able to see him correctly over your shoulder, but your pussy clenched with anticipation, especially as you were only able to see the mask. It still scared you, but knowing it was Steve only made you back up into him until his cock was suddenly being thrust between your arse cheeks.

“Careful now, Princess, don’t want to be stabbed with something now, do we?” Ghostface chuckled right before he slipped his cock, inch after inch, into your pulsing hole. He wasn’t slow; he moved with intent, wanting it to be overwhelming, which is just what you wanted, and automatically, you raised onto your tip toes even whilst leaning over the table.

“Fuck!” you shouted, eyes shutting as all thoughts focused on the fullness you felt between your legs and the desperate need for more.

“Nope, none of that, don’t want the neighbours hearing or your boyfriend, got to keep nice and quiet whilst I fuck whats mines”, Ghostface grunted sharply as the hand that was still gloved now wrapped around your mouth, so you were forced to breathe heavily out of your nose.

On instinct, you gripped his wrist but didn’t pull away and just tried to concentrate on controlling your breaths as his hips began to move in short, quick rotations. In and out, sloppy fast thrusts that had deep warmth radiating from your cunt and down your thighs.

Sweat was gathering over your body from behind, stimulated and so close to Ghostface, who was also like a human radiator with all his clothes layers. You could feel that he had been wearing jeans as they brushed with each thrust against your sensitive thighs, and it only again reminded you that this was Steve as your hips shifted back to meet his.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the pressure increasing again like it had just before you moved away from the hallway wall. You wanted to cum, no, you needed to cum, wanting to soak Ghostface’s jeans with your juices, wanting to be good for the fake murderer and show that you could cum on his cock.

“You wanna cum? I can feel you getting tighter”, Ghostface asked next to your ear, his voice rough and gravely from where he was out of breath.

He momentarily released his cover of your mouth to allow you to speak, “Yes, please!”.

Ghostface wanted to laugh at your polite response, already knowing you were slipping into a submissive headspace from the way you were backing up to meet his thrusts and holding onto his wrist like it was your lifeline. But he wanted to keep the roleplaying going for a little longer, even though he was desperate to hear your sweet orgasmic mewls.

His hand again covered your lips as he tutted, “No, I don’t think so. I’m going to cum first, and then you can cum, but not until I do.”

You cried against his palm, feeling like your breath was stuck in your throat as you tried to control your euphoria, but it was difficult to do that and breathe through your nose.

Dizziness swayed through your mind as you slumped against the table, releasing your hold of his wrist as you needed to try and control yourself. Ghostface noticed the change and would have kissed the back of your head if he didn’t have his mask on, so he finally allowed you some comfort by releasing his hold on your mouth, letting you suck in deep breaths that filled your lungs.

This allowed him to hold onto your hips, holding you still and fucking deeper, his bulbous tip brushing against your cervix and thighs bruising into the edge of the table. Faster and harder, he moved, chasing his orgasm until finally his balls tightened to his body, and his shaft hardened with each spurt of hot seed that began to coat your inner walls.

You could feel it and hear Ghostfaces’ orgasm, and you finally relaxed the mental torture of holding back your orgasm and came with him. Your walls clenched in quick flutters that helped to milk the last drops of Ghostface’s cum before he collapsed over your back, mask resting on your shoulder and hands on either side of your head.

The two of you were breathing heavily, too lost in the moment even to talk before he moved first. Starting with a gasp, Steve pulled off his face, and you could see over your shoulder that his hair was drenched, sticking to his forehead and face gleaming in the small streaks of light.

“Fuck, it was warm in there; they need to make them with a small fan inside or something, holy shit!” Steve sits up slightly but still leaning his hands on either side of your head, and he catches your eye and grins, showing all of his teeth and eyes crinkling in the corners. “As much as I’ve loved this, I’ve missed kissing you” he dipped his face and kissed your cheek, leaving a few drips of his sweat on your skin, but you didn’t care, not when he was looking at you in a way that was making your heart race.

“So that mask, we’re keeping it, right?” you finally speak, voice hoarse as you try to smile over your shoulder at him, feeling his cock softening within you.

“Oh, for sure, you kinky little minx”, he agrees, kissing your cheek again.

[cuffmeinblack]

Guilty pleasure

Garreth Weasley x f!reader

Tags: explicit | anal sex | pegging | cunnilingus

3k words

Summary: Garreth would never admit his obsession with anal play to anyone; especially not receiving. Behind closed doors, he has no qualms about indulging in his guilty pleasure.

A/n: For Weasley Wednesday's prompt: Kink! Garreth is an arse man through and through and you can't change my mind.

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Garreth was a man obsessed. It was bordering on worship the way he dropped to the floor behind you, kneading your behind as if it were the most beautiful sight to behold. He told you as much over and over again. Not that you were complaining—to have a boyfriend so enamoured with your body that he would literally kneel for you was quite the ego boost. Not only did he admire your curves, he certainly knew how to pleasure you in all the right ways whilst he was back there.

Imagine your surprise when he’d positively squirmed away from your touch when you’d tried to return the favour—you’d told him in no uncertain terms that he was a hypocrite, and he'd relented, allowing you to experiment with all the ways he’d touched you. Any sort of indignation he’d shown soon melted away once you’d convinced him just how good it felt, and the thrill of being able to dominate Garreth was addictive. He was surprisingly prone to begging to get exactly what he craved, and you had no intention of giving it to him easily.

A few weeks after you’d started your experimentation, Garreth was practically giddy with excitement about what you'd planned that evening. He called it his guilty pleasure and had sworn you to secrecy, insisting that gaining any pleasure from penetration made him some sort of sexual deviant. A smile formed on your mouth as you thought about what you'd be doing later, paying absolutely no attention to the History of Magic class you were currently occupying. 

Garreth sat next to you, apparently having the same problem as he tapped his wand on the table and stared lazily off into the distance, only emerging from his stupor with a sharp inhale when you placed a hand on his thigh. The bulge in his trousers was hard to miss as your fingers glided over the fabric, and you smirked at him knowingly as he blushed furiously under your gaze.

This would be fun. Garreth enjoyed teasing you and getting you wound up; now it was your turn to play.

"Looking forward to later, are we?" you whispered next to his ear.

The usually chatty Gryffindor appeared to be speechless, likely because of your continued pawing at his stiffening length. Thank Merlin you were nestled safely at the back of the classroom, away from prying eyes—most of the class were asleep, anyway. Garreth just nodded, his green eyes drifting lazily over your face and landing on your lips with a subconscious flick of his tongue over his.

“What do you want me to do later?” you asked.

“I…I can’t say that here,” he hissed.

“I suppose you won’t be getting anything from me, then,” you replied under your breath, removing your hand from his lap and trying to hide the smirk pulling at your lips.

Garreth let out a tiny whine as his eyebrows peaked in a plea, shiftily looking around the classroom. Binns was still droning on, and your classmates were still otherwise occupied, so he leaned in closely to your ear before he replied.

“I want you to, you know…play with my arse,” he said barely audibly, cringing at the admission.

You stifled a giggle, sliding your hand back onto his thigh and turned your head, your lips grazing his cheek as you went to whisper in his ear. You let your warm breath slide down his neck, watching the visible shivers it elicited as you squeezed his erection through the cloth.

“I’ll do more than that, Gar. I’m going to fuck you so hard you can barely walk.”

If you could have captured his face in that moment, you would have framed the image and kept it by your bedside. Never had you seen him so wide-eyed and desperate—not all the times you teasingly played with his cock with your tongue before you took him in your mouth, nor when you sat in his lap and refused to move, until he ended up flipping you over and taking you hard for your disobedience. 

No, you were in control this time; he was at your mercy whether or not you’d give him what he wanted.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me and do as I tell you later?" you asked, slowly squeezing his head with your thumb and forefinger.

"Fucking hell…"

"That wasn't an answer."

"Yes…yes, I'll be good…"

You smiled sweetly and bit your lip and he squirmed under your touch, only pulling your hand away at the abrupt end to the lesson. Garreth looked stunned next to you, face now flushing crimson and breathing stilted. Without a word, you threw your book into your bag and gave him a kiss on the cheek, winking as you walked out of the classroom and leaving him to deal with his problem alone.

-

You went about your day, attending your final lesson and Quidditch practice straight afterwards—you didn’t see Garreth until dinner, where he sat down next to you looking ever so slightly miffed. He looked terribly cute when he pouted, the way his eyebrows knitted together and his freckled nose wrinkled. With a kiss and a promise to make it up to him after your meal, he was appeased and dug into his food, finishing at record pace even for him. You took your time by comparison, making sure to have second helpings and making a show of slowly licking your dessert spoon as he watched you with increasing agitation.

Finally, when you were full, Garreth almost fell backwards at the speed in which he shot up off the bench before taking your hand to drag you out of the hall. Apparently he didn’t much care about the curious glances shot your way, likely incorrectly guessing what you were about to get up to. You were expecting him to head up to the Room of Requirement, but instead he pulled you towards Gryffindor tower.

“We’re doing this in your dormitory?”

“I want to be in my own bed,” he mumbled, coming to a stop at the portrait hole and speaking the password.

The common room was empty, with everyone still at dinner—Garreth bounded up the stairs two at a time as you ran to keep up with him, his enthusiasm catching as a wide grin spread across your face. His dormitory was cosy, and the bed so plush and quite big…encased in the heavy red fabric with the addition of a silencing charm, you could be ensured complete privacy.

Garreth wasted no time in shedding his clothes, pulling you by the waist to meet you lips in a feverish kiss as his fingers tangled in your hair. You hummed happily, slipping your tongue into his mouth in gentle exploration as you tore off your tie, your shirt and everything else whilst you stumbled onto the bed. You peeled off the final layers of Garreth’s uniform as he lay back on the sheets, watching intently whilst you worked. Merlin, he was gorgeous. You ran a hand down the thick, red hair that trailed down his chest and below his navel, brushing his stiffening cock on the way down, down, down…

“Lie back, legs up.”

Your voice had shifted, to one of easy compliance to inarguable authority. Garreth noticed the change in tone, his eyes widening slightly as he did as you’d asked—or told—him, leaning back with his head on his hands whilst he peered down at you. He was more shy about exposing himself, until you gave his ankles a nudge and he spread his legs, pushing his ankles back as far as they’d go.

“Going straight in, are you?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

You gave him a smirk as you rummaged in the clothes pile for your wand, muttering the charm to coat your fingers in a warm lubricating liquid. His mossy eyes never left you as you slid your fingers between his cheeks, gently circling his entrance.

“Relax.”

Garreth hummed and let his head fall back, closing his eyes to enjoy the gentle caress. Sliding a finger inside, you focused on relaxing him with kisses and slow, gentle movements of your hand. The way he writhed, completely vulnerable, with just the teasing pressure of a finger pointed to a desperation you’d never seen before. The musky scent of his arousal filled your nostrils as you licked up his thigh, gently sucking the skin just the way he liked to mark you. You bit back the urge to bite him, those deliciously muscular thighs so tempting, but ultimately decided to focus on the gentle preparation—there was plenty of time, after all.

As you pushed another finger inside him, Garreth started to get handsy. His hand reached down and his fingers found your hair, so you glared up at him from between his legs.

“Hands to yourself,” you ordered, stilling your hand.

Garreth frowned down at you, his grip on your hair slackening but not relinquishing. He wasn't used to taking orders in the bedroom, and clearly needed a little reminder about who was in charge.

“Do you want me to carry on?” you asked, curling your fingers to give that sweet spot a teasing stroke.

His head fell back, breaking your eye contact. Oh yes, he liked that.

“Yes!” he gasped. “I’m sorry…please, don’t stop.”

That softly sighed please ignited a fire in your chest, spreading straight through your torso to your core; twisting and pulling with urgent need to make Garreth beg you for more. He already looked so vulnerable spread out before you, losing any inhibitions he’d held as soon as you’d started your fondling—this might be a guilty pleasure, but it was one he clearly had no issue indulging in.

Garreth's melodic moans filled the canopy bed as you teased and circled the soft pad inside him, slowly pumping your fingers and stretching him gradually. He was almost ready; slick and relaxed, but you weren't about to give him anything without asking. 

His cock lay neglected on his abdomen, hard and thick and deliciously tempting. Keeping your rhythm, your other hand grasped his stiff length, your tongue running along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft until you reached his head, licking clean his salty precum with a soft moan intended for his pleasure.

"Fucking hell, I need you…"

With a smirk, you withdrew your mouth and your fingers with a wet squelch as Garreth groaned with displeasure, already missing your touch. 

“On your front, darling."

Garreth whined at the term of endearment usually reserved for yourself, his glazed eyes watching you as he rolled onto his stomach and shoved a pillow under his hips ready. Kneading the flesh of his freckled arse, you delivered a hard smack before pulling your strap from the bedside table.

“Shit…," Garreth muttered, an octave higher than it should have been.

You pulled on the black leather contraption that strapped around your waist, kneeling over him as you buckled yourself in, working slowly and deliberately as you held his gaze. His eyes were focused on the lengthy glass protrusion prodding eagerly at his entrance that received a final lubrication charm before you started to push.

You'd prepared Garreth well, your artificial cock sliding into his slick hole with ease as you held his hips still. You eased in slowly, watching his reaction, which appeared to be one of pure bliss; his eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open. You started a steady pace, pulling out almost the entire way before plunging back in, massaging that sweet spot that had him making the sweetest noises.

"Can you take it harder?" you leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Yes…harder…"

"Such a little slut," you chided.

He whined as you bestowed another hard smack to his arse before slamming into him harder.

"What are you?"

"A…slut," Garreth whimpered.

The sounds he made were utterly obscene; all muttered expletives, desperate pleas and gasping moans as you pounded him just as he did you.

"Y-yes…that's it…"

He’d lost the battle to keep his head up, collapsing onto the bed with his cheek pressed onto the mattress as you shunted him forward with every thrust into him. His eyes were unfocused, lips parted and pink; you even swore you saw a little drool pooling on the sheet below him. He was absolutely delirious with pleasure, every inch of skin flushed as your bodies burned in tandem.

The leather of the strap rubbed against your clit with every roll of your hips, giving you enough pleasure to take the edge off of your intense arousal, but nowhere near enough to satisfy you. Still, being on this end of Garreth was well worth the agonising throb between your legs. You scratched down his flushed back, leaving white rake marks that welted as he shuddered under your touch. The shake of his body wasn't just from the pain you inflicted—Garreth was already getting close to his release.

Gripping his hair, you yanked back hard to a gasping moan as you leaned forward to get his attention. 

“Do you want me to let you come?” you purred.

Garreth appeared to have lost all ability to speak coherently as he let out a strangled ‘yeah’, whining with every thrust that sent shivers up your spine and intensified the throbbing ache of your neglected heat.

"Up on your knees."

He obeyed slowly, shakily, pushing back onto the cock with a groan as you shuffled to get comfortable before resuming your previous fierce pace. You fucked him hard and fast, nearly breathless as he sobbed into the bed sheets. You reached around to hold his weeping cock at the tip, gently without pressure as you focused on the rhythm of your hips, slowing ever so slightly…

"Ask nicely, darling."

"Please…please, don't stop…let me come."

Your walls fluttered around nothing with uncontained lust as he begged for his release. Your breath hitched and a tiny moan clawed its way out of your throat; the swell of love amongst the heady desire.

"Come on Gar, come for me..."

The cry of utter relief that spilled from his mouth was followed by a shudder—he came hard, gripping the sheets with white knuckles as he gasped for breath. His moans filled the canopied bed and you sighed with satisfaction as you felt his cum dribbling onto your fingers. 

“Good boy,” you sighed, muttering more praises as you slowed your thrusts.

The trickle of cum into your hand ceased with the last of the pulsing waves of ecstasy and Garreth lay limp with his face down on the bed. You admired the obscenity of it all for a few moments until you pulled out of him, running your thumb over his gaping hole as he squirmed away and fell onto his stomach.

You let out a small chuckle and cast a quick cleaning charm on your hands, falling back onto the bed with a sigh. Shifting your hips against the strap, you searched for the friction you desperately needed as you regained your breath—the bed was stifling, with stale air and the scent of sweat and sex permeating the plush fabrics.

You’d barely regained your composure before a blur of copper swept across your vision; having been near comatose a few seconds earlier, he moved with surprising speed to straddle your thighs. His face was still beetroot red, glistening with sweat and beautiful, but instead of the fucked-out expression you’d witnessed as you’d railed him, a huge mischievous grin spread across his face.

“You didn’t think you’d get to tease me like that and get away with it, did you? It’s my turn now,” he said, already working to unfasten the buckles around your waist.

“I…I didn’t say you could…”

“Lie back and relax, darling.”

Garreth plunged two fingers into your sopping wet entrance with a devilish grin, his green eyes glittering at your shock. You had neither the strength or the inclination to stop what was about to unfold as he pumped his hand to the sounds of your breathless gasps. He was rough and quick, and it was just what you needed. 

His head had dipped out of view, using his knees to pry your legs further apart so he could settle on the bed between them. He got to work marking up your thighs, returning the favour tenfold as the mottled red marks bloomed instantaneously on your arousal-coated skin. Still his fingers worked their magic, the blood rushing away from your head so fast your head pounded painfully.

Garreth’s warm mouth left your skin and a moment later his tongue was teasing your entrance, lapping up your juices as he moaned in delight. You returned the sounds, muttering his name over and over again as he travelled up to your swollen nub—the first swipe of his tongue was pure ecstasy, and the gentle suck he followed up with had you squirming and clamping your thighs around his head.

He didn’t mind in the slightest, burying his face against you so firmly you could scarcely believe he could breathe. You tugged his luscious copper hair, glad he wasn’t telling you off as you’d done to him; he was too focused on his mission, to have you falling apart and screaming his name at the earliest opportunity. It wouldn't be long until he succeeded—the ferocity in which he feasted on your cunt was impressive to say the least.

You locked onto his eyes as you approached your climax, giving him a pleading look to keep going as his tongue swirled and flicked and fingers curled inside you. You were so close, so close…until you were there, and you fell off the precipice into blissful oblivion.

“Garreth!”

It was a feral scream, your legs clamping tighter around his head as you came, whimpering as Garreth’s tongue continued to lap at your overly sensitive clit. The waves of pleasure kept coming, reducing your body to a writhing mess. As your orgasm ebbed away, you yanked his hair hard to remove his mouth with a pop, a satisfied smirk crossing his swollen, glistening lips.

“Fucking hell, Gar…”

“Simply returning the favour,” he chuckled, wiping your juices from his chin with the back of his forearm.

He flopped down next to you, pulling you into a kiss; the taste of yourself wasn’t distracting in the slightest, and you melted into his embrace. You thought the experiment had been a great success, and the permanent smile on Garreth’s face indicated he felt the same as he pawed greedily at your behind. He truly was a man obsessed.

[emmasmoke8]

My best friend hasn’t answered my texts, so I’m gonna tell you guys about my dream (btw, I legitimately get crazy-detailed, story-driven dreams. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. I’ve dealt with lore in my dreams since forever)

So, I get to be myself in the dream. We start out with me breaking out of a high school because I’m now wanted by the law. I run all the way to this nearby house (which I’ve never seen before). I hide in the back room, which is a bathroom. I’m pressed up against the far wall beneath a high-up window. I think I’m safe, but the officers chasing me start thumping and scanning the wall from outside to see if someone’s in there. Eventually, the guy doing this is left alone and sees me. He smiles and shrugs, noting that it isn’t his job to capture me, just to check the wall and tell his superiors if I was there. He leaves to do exactly that

I climb up the tub to start breaking the window. My brother opens the door to say some shit about maybe it not being so bad. I don’t listen to him as the window finally breaks. I escape and immediately start running.

I don’t stop until I’ve made it to an abandoned gymnasium for the high school I originally escaped from. I’m alone for a little while until other runaways from the law find me. The only one I clearly remember is this biracial guy who kind of looks like one of my friends but with some major differences. Anyway, he becomes our leader or something like that. With him in charge, we hide from the law in the gym and play a lot of tag to train our running skills

Time passes, Ig, because I go outside with someone that I know is named Kimberly but couldn’t tell you what she looked like. I’m pointing to the nearby forest and talking about how we all need to actually escape. I don’t trust the gym to be safe forever. Kimberly says that we need to use it for as long as possible before risking the forest. I go a little ways into it just to check, but I return within minutes

I step back into the gym and instantly make eye contact with a weird creature. I continue looking to find that the place now has furniture and a lot more people. I go to the corner where the original group was. I’m surprised to see them and I tell them that I must have time-traveled. They don’t know what that is, and they’re also not that surprised to see me. They’re all unnervingly nonchalant from this point forward

The dream switches to me walking with the group’s leader to his graduation at my actual childhood elementary school. I guess my dream just dropped the fact that we’re supposed to be running from the law. I stand outside the graduation, upset that I don’t get to participate with my friends and that I’ve missed so much of their lives

And that was my dream. I woke up after that. Wonder what all that means

[itapaenitet]

"Harvey" by Alex G lyric dissection

I don't really listen to a lot of Alex G music but Harvey is a song that captures my attention imminently. Ive seen mixed theories about what this song means. I am in no way educated on the current Alex G fandom and lore and what not so forgive me if the masses have come to a different consensus. I owe most of this theory to my beautiful wife (best friend) Aubrie but I've added onto it and made it mostly my own.

Success for my buddies, success for my friends Success is the only thing I understand Head back home to the place I grew up Give my medals to the ones that I love

I'll chase Harvey through the door in the wall He says, "Never catch me, never miss me at all" Drool comes down from the corner of his mouth I say, "I love you Harvey, you cut it out"

I love winning baby I want it all I wanna prove that I got the balls Harvey keeps on playing with his food He doesn't understand what big boys do

He wakes up in the middle of the night I run in and turn on the light Run my hands through his short black hair I love you Harvey, I don't care

the first thing I noticed about this song was that it was written as a reverse poem, in which the lines can be read backwards to reveal a different meaning. The lines being read backwards reveals a divergent, less whimsy sequence of events that triggers a long evoking thought of dreamy nostalgia.

"I love you Harvey, I don't care

Run my hands through his short black hair"

to me, this song is about a younger sibling who is absolutely enthralled by their older brother Harvey. Harvey however is dealing with things that the little sibling can't quite wrap their little head around just yet.

"I run in and turn on the light,

He wakes up in the middle of the night"

"Harvey keeps on playing with his food,

He doesn't understand what big boys do"

Harvey starts experiencing some kind of life impairment, likely leading to substance abuse issues as we see later on. The last stanza sticks out to me because of how the situation explained can be viewed differently. Harvey playing around with his food is seen by the younger sibling as something childish and immature, while an older teen having trouble stomaching meals can have much darker implications.

"I wanna prove that I got the balls,

I love winning baby I want it all"

"I say "I love you Harvey you cut it out" ,

drool comes out from he corner of his mouth"

The winning stanza can be interpreted very differently from mind to mind, my personal take involves our protagonist being the only sibling to succeed, as we will see later. The drool verse I can depict in two ways. the first being an example of drug abuse, maybe perhaps an overdose. The second being a metaphor for Harvey loosing his lust for life slowly while the younger sibling gains theirs. Him drooling representing him checking out from his roles and responsibilities.

"He says never catch me never miss me at all,

Ill chase Harvey through the door in the wall"

This to me represents the younger sibling searching for the Harvey they fell in love with as a kid. The younger, happier Harvey. The Harvey that played tag throughout the halls of their old house.

"Give my medals to the ones that I love,

Head back home to the place I grew up"

"success is the only thing I understand,

success for my buddies success for my friends"

This to me represents the younger sibling finally leaving the memory of Harvey to rest, whether Harvey is now deceased or he simply refuses help or change, our younger sibling moves on and continues being the successful one, who never struggled to eat their food at dinner and never had to zone out of life with drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

again this interpretation could be completely wrong, there a chance Alex G completely debunked this theory years ago and im just a huge idiot, but this song enthralled me from the very beginning. I hope you guys enjoyed my article <33

[anamoon63]

RL and Sims update post + a thank you note

(Warning: long post ahead, read at your own risk).

I wrote this post to thank you guys for all the likes and comments you keep leaving on my posts, even though, as you may have noticed, I can't be here as often as I used to. Real life has taken over almost completely, as I think it should. There are too many things going on, with me, my family, my country, even my sims and other games, lol.

I'm not going to bore you with daily life problems, much less with sad and depressive stuff, or with previews of a story I don't know when/if I'll ever finish, the only thing I can tell you is that I'm still busy with a lot of work, (fortunately) and family stuff; plus, I (finally) started going to therapy (yes, at my age). So right now, I'm juggling even more things than I already was.

And so I wanted to thank you for sticking with me, for continuing to read the chaotic stories of my wacky characters without judging them; thank you as well for each and every message you have sent to my inbox, be it questions, or flowers and love; and to all of you who continue to tag me both on sims stuff and cute games, knowing that I most likely won't be able to answer you, really, thank you for continuing to think of me. Your messages soothe my heart in difficult moments, and I wish to answer them all, I just don't know when I will be able to do that, hopefully someday.

Now, my sims story. For those of you who might remotely still be interested, I'm currently revising the next few episodes of Time Traveler which I wrote earlier this year. To be honest, I don't know when they will be ready, I just know the story goes on and as soon as I have reviewed these episodes, I'll start taking the pictures. When will they be published? Frankly, I don't know. It could be early 2025, but no promises, as I don't have much free time on my hands now. I manage to write in the evenings, but in-game photo shoots are quite time consuming and have to be done in peace and privacy, of which I don't have much at the moment. So, if I do decide to publish these episodes, it will likely be early next year, and at a rather slow pace.

About my gameplay, in Sims 4 we will continue with the Wilsons until the end of the season (coming soon), and then we will take a small break. As for The Sims 3, we just finished Patrick's story in Bridgeport, so now we'll go back with The Cho Brothers. First, we'll take a brief trip to Lucky Palms with Terence and Cynthia Cho; then we'll spend a rather long time in Hidden Springs and Starlight Shores, to see what has happened with Tyron, the eldest of the Cho brothers. And last but not least, we'll go back to Uni with Dale and Kelly, who I hope will FINALLY graduate this year, hahaha.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I am not gone (yet), that if one day I decide to retire I will make a special post about it, I won't leave without saying goodbye, but that day seems far away at least for the moment. 

Now, regarding Inzoi…

I admit Inzoi has captured my interest. As usual, I'm late to the comment party, but I still want to put my two cents about this amazing game. Seeing the trailers and all those beautiful Inzois created by other simmers got me so excited, and at the same time, terribly frustrated to see that the demo didn't contain any gameplay. I need to actually play the game to give an opinion on it! So far it looks beautiful, though I must say that the character creator disappointed me because the sliders are Sims 4 style, which I've always found a bit complicated, I'll forever prefer the Sims 3 sliders, but hey, I had a lot of fun creating my own Inzois.

Hopefully the graphics and gameplay are as good as seen in the previews and its developers won't “break” it into multiple or turn the into a malfunctioning cash cow like EA did with The Sims 4, and to a certain extent, also with the Sims 3 in its time. I hope with Inzoi they'll go for a complete game, no matter if it's expensive, if I consider it is worth it, I'll give them my money as soon as it comes out.

That being said, it is important for me to clarify that I will not abandon The Sims 3 (or even Sims 4 though I don't play it much) for Inzoi. Ever. Neither do I plan to recreate my sims OCs/games in it, because my sims are exactly that, sims. If I ever get to play Inzoi it will be with entirely new characters, although I confess, I did try to reproduce two of my most beloved sims (a boy from the future and a college girl who is a model *wink*) and they turned out pretty well, but nowhere near as adorable as they look in The Sims 3. Plus, the environments in which those two OCs currently move could not be reproduced in Inzoi, at least as far as I know.

Okay, enough of Inzoi. In short: I'm not gone, I'm still here, I'm still reading all your stories, only at a much slower pace, two or 3 simblrs per day at the most. I'm going to read them all, just bear with me, and forgive me again if I don't always comment. Sometimes I don't even have the time or the energy for that. Believe me, 2024 has been an intense year in every possible way, sometimes I really need a break, but I try to be around and will always find a way to keep in touch, even if at times it seems like I'm nowhere to be found, I'll get back to you at some point.

That's all, thanks for reading this far! Have a nice and beautiful start of the week. 💗

P.S. I wrote this post three days ago, wish I had published it earlier, that way I probably wouldn't have gotten a notification that some Simblrs Community 'removed my membership'. When I clicked in said Simblrs Community icon, it said the community was 'private'. I don't know if that's some kind of automatic Tumblr thing, if there's a committee that decides about this, or if it was just a glitch in the matrix; whatever it was, I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be here to keep said membership. I didn't even know Simblr was a private membership. For what it's worth, it wasn't neglect or lack of interest for my part, just lack of time. I hope one day to be able to qualify again and be worthy of this membership. At any rate, I thank you for thinking of me and admitting me in your community in the first place.

[sometimesraven]

how Empire of Death failed to mimic the scale of Infinity War, and what I would do differently

I'm just ranting here bc I had the thoughts and realised they were gonna go on too long for the tags of a reblog.

So I've already mentioned that the sand of death should have been the cliffhanger. The Sutekh reveal was cool and metal af, but imagine if it had gone on juuust a little longer and the credit theme rolls in just as Kate turns to dust. Imagine how much harder that would hit!

We would sit with that final image for a whole week, letting the shock and excitement build, even if we know they'd never kill both Kate and Rose and this would all be reset, the shock of the scene would still be impactful because we have time for it to truly sink in and hit us fully.

But I think the real reason Infinity War's ending hit harder than this is because we had real stakes. Thanos had been an imposing presence through the whole movie, killing or overpowering beloved and powerful characters we'd grown to see as untouchable.

Those stakes started at the literal beginning of the episode. Loki, a beloved character, is killed. The Hulk, who had literally JUST gone toe to toe with a god, is thrown aside like a toy.

The stakes remained through the story, when Gamorrah is killed, then continue all the way to the end when Vision is sacrificed only for that sacrifice to mean nothing.

Then the snap happens, some of the most beloved characters die in a slow, carefully crafted series of scenes with phenomenal acting.

And then the movie ends. We're left to sit with that for however long it takes for the finale, and even if we know most of the characters will be back it hurts because that emotion and tension and buildup comes to that horrible conclusion and leaves us to sit with it.

I'm not saying Sutekh should have killed anyone to raise the stakes. I'm saying that there was absolutely zero build-up to him within TLoRS itself, and therefore we as viewers don't truly know the stakes. The "He Who Waits" stuff was good to show us "hey, all these other gods are peanuts compared to this one", but that's about all we got.

And it's frustrating because not only has Doctor Who done this kind of high-stakes villain reveal and cliffhanger before in a much more effective way, but also IT WAS RUSSEL WHO DID IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME.

I firmly believe the finale should have been in three parts, not two.

I don't know if this is strictly Russel's fault or if Disney's restrictions were partly to blame, but let's look at how the Series 3 (2007) finale did what the Season 1 (2024) finale tried and failed to do.

Part One

Utopia plays out much like The Legend of Ruby Sunday does: they're exploring something self-contained but eventually related to the plot (end of the universe vs ruby's mother), they meet an enigmatic stranger who will later turn out to be the villain/part of the villain (Yana vs Triad), and the episode ends with the cliffhanger of them realising there's actually a Big Bad from the past that nobody was expecting (The Master vs Sutekh).

I think in the case of a 3 part episode I would have TLoRS end with Sutekh being revealed in a way that doesn't have him at his full power yet. I'm not sure exactly how I'd execute that but it would have the same impact w. Harbinger and Susan, only without Sutekh's full manifestation at the end; maybe he appears on the screens or in that smoky form around the TARDIS. Hell, maybe he would fully manifest but just be unable to dust the universe yet. I'd maybe even have him kill Kate and Unit there but not the world, to establish how powerful this guy is. I'd maybe have Ruby be with Mel instead of the Doctor, so that she's away from this initial death wave.

Part Two

The Sound of Drums then spends time establishing who the Master is for new viewers, and the kind of relationship he has with the Doctor. The stakes slowly build, any potential help is removed, and the Doctor's final plan is foiled, leaving him captured and powerless as the Master initiates the apocalypse.

Perhaps if instead of being with Susan, the Doctor tries to take back control of the TARDIS and ends up trapped with Sutekh controlling her?

Maybe they figure out how since Wild Blue Yonder, the TARDIS has specifically been taking them to places that would empower Sutekh with more death and chaos, rather than just where the Doctor needs to be -- the Maestro, Finetime, even Boom... all that death and chaos empowering Sutekh to finally take his god-form due to the invocation of superstition making his myth reality.

Maybe at this point it would show that the deaths in Unit were just the beginning -- that through those deaths Sutekh was able to reach back to the entire family line of each member he killed: Donna + family, even Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart had been killed before his time. This would establish in the Doctor some guilt that actually makes sense -- he didn't have to turn to Unit for help with Susan and Ruby's mother, but he did, and he didn't notice something was wrong with the TARDIS even though he'd been aware of her odd behaviour of late. He unwittingly brought Sutekh to UNIT and caused their deaths, sending that final ripple of chaos and death that allows Sutekh to take his final form. And now that he's gained enough power, he can coerce the TARDIS in giving her memory to him; of everywhere she's ever landed, past present and future.

The Doctor is forced to watch from the posessed TARDIS as first the Earth, then the Universe, is slowly destroyed, believing everything to be dead, including Ruby and Mel.

Part Three

In Last of the Time Lords, we focus on the Doctor's companions gathering hope and saving the world while the Doctor is helpless.

Unbeknownst to the Doctor, Ruby and Mel have made it back to UNIT. Maybe one of them remember how vivid the TARDIS seemed in the memory room and, in a last-ditch attempt to escape, try to enter it -- discovering the Memory TARDIS within.

This is why I have Ruby and Mel still reach the Memory TARDIS. Much like the companions do on their own in the Tales of the TARDIS clips I've seen, they realise this is a TARDIS made of memories and wonder if they can use that somehow. Ruby realises, as it begins to snow and the screens inside the ship turn on, that her strange memory power is keeping the TARDIS functional, and it shows them through the screens how to fly it.

Mel suggests this all seems to connect back to Ruby somehow, and the memory TARDIS responds positively. They start to go back through Ruby's memories in summary, trying to figure out what they're missing, and realise as her memories flick through on the screen -- one of them is unfamiliar. The Roger Ap Gwilliam realisation happens as normal, they go to find the medical record of Ruby's mum, Mel is fighting posession and decides to take HERSELF out of the room to "keep watch", knowing she won't be able to fight off Sutekh for long. Just as Ruby is about to find the name, she glances back at a noise behind her -- only to see Mel approaching her.

She just barely manages to grab the still-processing screen and escape, but now she's all alone and the screen has nothing to connect to. She never got her mother's name, but the records are still on there waiting to be processed. She realises Sutekh needs the records that are here, and that if Mel reaches her and gets the memory screen from her, she might get her mother's name and give it to him. She realises her only choice is to destroy the only records of her mother she has and accept she may never find her birth mother.

We have a tender moment of her with her face buried in her knees, crying amid the dust, she's all alone and she doesn't understand anything and she was so close but everything is ruined, it's like she's cursed -- she remembers her friends questioning her bad luck, wonders if maybe it was her all along and never the goblins. She wonders if the Doctor is alive, mourns that she can't turn to him, curses him for never finding out who her mum was sooner so they could avoid all of this, begs him to come back so he can tell her what to do because she has no idea who she is without someone to guide her.

Then remembers Carla. Maybe a flashback to something Carla said to her when she was younger; some motivational line about how she's not alone, she never has been; she's got a family even if it's not the one she expected. It doesn't matter where she comes from. It doesn't matter who her birth parents are. She has a real family to save, and that includes The Doctor. She pushes to her feet, still holding the screen, and returns to the memory TARDIS alone.

Meanwhile, the Doctor is being taunted by Sutekh. His only home; his safe place has been turned into a trap of torment and even as he tries desperately to gain some kind of control over her, Sutekh recites the losses and deaths the Doctor has caused. While he shows on the TARDIS screens all the places the sands of death have touched so far, he brings up Gallifrey, and the Flux, how Sutekh prides himself on being a god of Death but honestly he could never dream up something as destructive as the Doctor.

Just as the Doctor is about to give up, he sees Ruby, defiantly approaching Sutekh in the remains of UNIT's headquarters. His eyes gleam as he looks up to the bright red glow of his posessed ship's console, relief painted all over his face.

"I'm nothing like you," he says, even as he watches Ruby intensely; as worried as he is excited, "You exist to bring death and destruction and decay to this universe, but that's not me. Death and loss have followed me a long, long way but if there's one thing I have that you don't, it's hope."

Outside, Ruby is shouting and brandishing the memory screen. "Oi! You great big god of nothing! Is this what you want?"

She smashes it. Tough, she says. Sutekh roars and tears stream down her face. She's visibly terrified, but she stands tall.

"I was so confused," she tells him, "I kept thinking: why me? What's this got to do with me? But I think-.. I-I think I know why you're so interested in my mum. I think I know why I'm still alive."

She delivers a speech about what she's seen and learned from the Doctor: what survives of us is love. She realises that Sutekh is so interested in her mum because the one thing she feels deep in her gut is that her birth mother loves her, and the one thing he can't understand is love surviving despite grief. Ruby loves her mother despite never knowing her, Ruby loves her adopted family, Ruby loves the Doctor, and love is survival and love is life.

It starts to snow as she remembers everything she possibly can; every little gesture from people she loved and lost, every story she made up about her mum, every time Carla has been there for her, every time her friends have ditched parties to come stay with her overnight because she's staying in a hotel somewhere and she's scared to be alone. Sutekh roars and is clearly weakening but it's not quite enough, and the Doctor finally manages to break free of the TARDIS as Sutekh's hold on her weakens. He reaches for Ruby, cradles her in his arms as she runs to him, kisses her on the head and tells her how brave she is and how proud he is, then pulls her to the TARDIS console.

The ship immediately takes off, trying to shake off Sutekh while Sutekh tries to shake Ruby and the Doctor out of her. They're careening through the vortex, TARDIS doors stuck wide open, and the Doctor quickly slips a Mavity glove onto Ruby's hand, yanks off a panel of the TARDIS, and presses her hand to the psychic membrane underneath. He tells her to hold on for dear life and remember everything. The TARDIS amplifies her memories, feeds that love and life straight into Sutekh, and the Doctor gives one last speech about how humanity survives over and over despite their mortality, how human love is life, how Ruby is life. As Sutekh begins to break apart, we see people start to return from the dust.

As the story comes to a close, the Doctor apologises to Ruby. He suggests that maybe they could go forward and find that DNA result again, but Ruby declines. She says it's not fair to use something that was taken from her mum against her will as a tool to find her. She accepts that she might never find out who her birth mum is, but that's okay -- because she's realised her real family have been with her all along. The abandonment will never leave her, but after losing the whole world the only thing she wants right now is to see Carla again.

They part ways with Ruby cautioning the Doctor that maybe he should go find Susan some day. She must be feeling pretty abandoned too. And the episode ends basically the same way, only with Ruby making peace not knowing who her mum is -- meaning the mystery is left open for now in a more satisfying way.

I dunno. This got away from me a lil. I just think there's so many places this story could have been taken and it missed the mark in so many ways.

[dreamaze]

The Dreaming / Find You / Destroyer / All In (MV ver.) / Nobody Else / Wildfire / Rain (MIC in the SCENE live) / Mercy (No Limit Tour in Seoul) / Thriller / 춤사위 (Crescendo) / Lost in the Dream / AND / You Can't Hold My Heart (PLAY! solo live) / Thriller / BEASTMODE / Fantasia / LOVE / Rodeo / LONE RANGER

⟡ To be honest, I am not sure what I can say about Kihyun's artistry that isn't abundantly clear from his studio and live performances. If I say that I believe he is one of the most competent vocalists in the genre, it may sound like an understatement — although it is not something I say lightly, and I mean it with my whole heart. His level of musicality is built on a strong foundation of fundamental skills and would not be possible without it. Minhyuk once described him as a stone that does not shake in the wind, and to me this also embodies his steadiness and reliability in the recording booth and on the stage no matter how challenging the primary and secondary (e.g., ad lib) lines are asked of him and no matter how deep they are into a rigorous concert set. Kihyun excels at singing high and singing loud (genuinely), but he also has a wide and well-supported range, and I appreciate the opportunities to enjoy his lower/mid end and lighter moments just as much as his robust belting. I understand why Hyungwon loves composing for his voice (who wouldn't?). Kihyun has been a strong singer since the beginning of his career and makes many of his parts seem effortless, yet most of all I respect his commitment to growth despite how much effort it takes to improve when you are already among the best of the best. He was honest with himself about when he felt his abilities plateauing, and he sought a way forward by resuming vocal lessons. We are fortunate as fans that he is also open enough to share that with us. I didn't think I could love and respect him more, but for that personal strength and dedication to his craft, I did. I do.

Postscript, to listeners. This was a challenging set of excerpts to compile (and even more to order) because Kihyun has many, many parts throughout the MX discography that showcase his abilities. As with my other compilations, it strives to capture a breadth of his output while also being very much biased toward my own favorites (Crescendo/Lost in the Dream/AND occur successively because they carry the most gut-punching, emotional weight to me). But I expect to revisit these in the future and would love to hear about your favorite moments in the tags. ♡

Postscript, to Kihyun. I miss you. Kpop is not the same without you. At the same time, I am so proud and happy for you that you are continuing to make music, as it is such a core part of your being and (if it is not presumptuous to say) brings you fulfillment and joy. I am absolutely tickled that you play the trombone. I hope you are having the best possible time playing in the band (and that your low brass section is delightfully weird, as tends to be the case — with lots of love to low brass players, from a percussionist who overheard all your shenanigans), and I can't wait to see how this musical experience contributes to your transformation and growth as an artist.

Other compilations: Minhyuk | Jooheon

[chaseprice]

hi!! hope i’m not a bother. i just came across u and i wanted to ask something,,,

basically, i joined the life is strange fandom in 2018 so i never got to experience the pre-bts era, meaning i didn’t get to experience what rachel was like to the fandom back then or see the different interpretations of her.

i did some digging and i found some fan content of her from 2015-2016 & i’m absolutely infatuated with all aspects of the fanon version of her, especially her personality & how she looked. i totally wanna embody her. also the love is strange vn was so interesting to play, i love how she was written. i’d love to know more!

i stumbled across ur blog while i was doing my digging and i saw an old long post of urs saying how bts didn’t live up to the fandoms expectations, as almost everyone perceived her differently.

sorry for all the yapping LOL but what i basically wanna ask is,,, how *exactly* did the fandom perceive rachel back then (2015-2016). what were some popular headcanons for her? things you guys even considered to be canon? what were some of your own *personal* headcanons? (can be silly, realistic,,, just anything you thought resonated with her)

do you have any favorite arts from that time period that you thought really captured her? what were your hopes for the prequel/rachels character before it was released? what did you want to see in terms of story? was rachel’s style, appearance, & personality extremely different than what you expected? what did you expect?

i assume that rachels treatment in the fandom was different then than what it is now. whether it’s better or worse, i’m not sure. i was hoping u could answer that too😞. recently i’ve just been seeing constant hatred or lack of care for her character so i’m starting to think that if bts was written differently and based on the fandom’s interpretations instead, the hate now wouldn’t be this bad.

from my digging it seems like you guys had alot of fun sculpting rachel’s character on your own, and the interpretations were probably more realistic than what decknine put together.

anyway i’m sorry for the yapping essay on this random saturday, most old lis accounts are dead & i didn’t know who else to ask☹️. just trying to relive what you guys experienced the best i can. hope i’m not bombarding you with this. thank you so much if u respond !!

hiii u def did not bother me, i am not in a position to answer all of these questions, but although it makes me feel ancient, it's cute to see so much passion for rachel and pre-BTS fandom opinion, so i'll try answer some and for the rest (art, hcs, etc.) im just gonna have to direct you to my archive* (will continue under the readmore)

*(tumblr archive is so broken on mobile so you gotta go on pc for this, but also there's so many gifs from that time so it will Definitely slow down your browser). i was insane and 17 years old so like, just excuse all of the cringe content i guess. you can click tag and filter it by either #lis #rachel amber #amberprice or whatever to try and find stuff like art. and i got into lis sept 2015 so that's like, as far back as it will go, but i was fully lisbrained from 2016 through 2018)

to be honest, in alignment with pre-bts thought lmao, rachel is whoever you want her to be. there was less of 'this is a correct objective fact about her personality/history' and more 'yeah, this is an idea the fandom really likes and has become fanon, most likely because it is a nuanced and entertaining and realistic interpretation of what we have seen of her character in lis1' which means people whose opinions conflicted with that might've be contested/laughed at/unpopular, but they weren't wrong per se. there were plenty of people i'd criticise (and ridicule) back then for implying that this teenage girl was evil, and being a teenager myself back then, i'd call them morally reprehensible and cancellable and whatever, but tbh, as an adult now, i can just see that it was simply a boring interpretation of her character informed by misogyny

i'd disagree with the notion that fandom treatment of rachel's character was better before bts, back then there were plenty of people seemingly excited to characterise her as emotionally manipulative, a cheater, deserved what she got, etc. as well, bc tbh, the story did leave room for that interpretation, but it left room for so much more as well. i feel like bts just really locked in on a certain story they wanted to tell plot-wise, and didn't choose to explore a lot of the questions fans had about rachel as a person. it's hard to turn the ambiguity of a friendship turned situationship over a period of 4 years into a playable experience for an audience - so they didn't. regardless, it got people thinking about rachel more, putting a spotlight on her, hence increased attention both positive and negative. i feel like there's just a fundamental difference between what lis1 fans enjoyed about the potential for her character and how she related with chloe and the world around her, and what deck9 wanted to portray in bts (yes they hit the astrological headcanons, the charmingness, her rebellion, the emotional conflicts... but it personally felt hollow, contrived sometimes, i suppose). but there were a lot of people who loved bts (i enjoyed a lot of parts of it!). just, in my opinion, some of those were quite different people from who loved lis1, and with that wave it brought a lot of emotional immaturity to the fandom (like... ship wars, really? that was an insane change to fandom dynamics for me lmao, but maybe i was just spoiled by surrounding myself with people whose takes i respected)

anyway i highly recommend also that if you're hungry for that kind of content, read fanfiction on AO3 by the old fans - by Mogatrat (TON of rachel centric ones there), explosionshark and tippytypewriter, chicknparm (though Cusp is written post-bts, it's informed by pre-bts characterisations), vicepoint (me hehe), def many more good ones out there those r jus my friends so they come to mind first, e.g. i liked homecoming by kriegersan back in the day, but you could def find some more by sorting the lis ao3 page by kudos and reading the older ones that are highly rated featuring rachel. and lastly, my gf wrote a beautifully worded blog post called "The Assassination of Rachel Amber by the Cowards Dontnod and Deck Nine" which gets into some of this from a media crit perspective (not about fandom) in a very eloquent way thru comparison w twin peaks and i highly recommend that

rachel hcs that def started way before bts: skater rachel, stoner rachel, punk music listener rachel (but also like, fleetwood mac cranberries cocteau twins grungy hippy stuff rachel too), rachel's parents being distant and still living in california, curvy thick rachel, things that i've accepted as canon but were def created by diff people: bri explosionshark hc'd that rachel paid for chloe's sleeve, mogatrat (i think) hc'd that rachel initially went to get her nips pierced with chloe (that's a longtime fan hc now idk who started that one) but chickened out at the last minute, i think she also hc'd that chloe made the earring for rachel which is cute too

[rabbitsrams]

I see a lot of girl!dad and boy!dad schlatt HCs out and I absolutely love them to bits and pieces!

But what about queer-kid!dad schlatt HCs? Like I see some brief of mentions of the kids being gay and schlatt being supportive of that but not really much else.

Like what if his son is into girly things like barbie, makeup, dresses, and is a little bit more sensitive than your average manly man. He’d ofc be sad that his son isn’t interested in baseball or most/any of his machine stuff, but ultimately he just wants his son to be happy and if that means being somewhat of a girl!dad to his son then so be it!

And he’d do the same thing with his tomboy daughter, but he’d be pretty excited if his daughter’s into baseball and/or his machine stuff.

And if his comes out as queer, I feel he will be incredibly supportive… like to that point of it being embarrassing.

His kid brings home his same-sex or gender nonconforming partner? Be sure that he WILL bring out the gun and do vague threats towards the ‘lucky’ kid. Especially if they’re a guy or a masc leaning kid.

Heartbreak? He will be there for every one, wiping away every tear that pours down his baby’s face. Even if his son’s traditionally masc, he’d still do it because he’s doesn’t want his son to bottle up his feelings like he did when he was younger.

If his kids is somewhere in the aroace kingdom? He’d be supportive of that too, I’d feel that if his kid’s on the more extreme end of the aroace spectrum… he’d be more relieved then anything because that’s one less thing that he’d have to worry about.

Kid’s now somewhere under the trans umbrella? You bet you’re bottom butts that he’s gonna get ANYTHING that his precious angel needs! Wardrobe changes? They’re stocking up on all of the kid’s preferred clothing like it’s the fucking apocalypse! Pronouns changes? Will contently correct oneself until he gets it right! Puberty blockers? Gotcha covered! Hrts? Already on it’s way! Top surgeries? Bottom surgeries? Any other gender-affirming surgeries? It’s scheduled as soon as they turned the legal to do so and as soon as the kid shows interest in surgeries! Not interested in any surgeries or hormones? Still will love his baby no matter what they do.

And if there’s bigotry or bigots out there? He will fight everyone of bigots tooth and nail if it means his kid will be happy (even if it means getting the gun out).

And god forbid his kid, HIS FLESH AND BLOOD!!! Is ever HATE-CRIMED!!! He will rain the fury of a thousand suns upon those idiots who decide to hate-crime HIS BABY!!! If he knew the identities of those unfortunate people… let’s just say he wouldn’t be so civil with those ‘people’…. and they’d probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

ya…

Anyways! I said my piece here, so feel free to add anything but I think I’ve went over the most important things. -🍓🫐anon

hey there! wow, this is amazing. so nuanced and i so agree! he'd love his kid no matter what. i loved reading this it was super sweet and captures schlatt's essence so very well. well done nonie <3

i'm not queer (i'm a cishet ally) so i'm not really sure if it's my place to continue on this or speak on queer kids' experiences, but i def want to boost queer voices regarding this topic (or anything related to it too ofc). if any LGBTQ+ writers want to continue this, hit my line! tag me in anything or send me an ask and i can read & boost it <3

but i do wanna add a bit to the girly things son and tomboyish daughter part bc that was my brother and i's experience: we kinda had a mix of everything lmao, i was a bit of a tomboy and he was more sensitive and not rly a "manly man" (gender roles who)

his daughter being super into old video games from his childhood and loving the consoles. schlatt being OVERJOYED and playing with her. she gets better at the game than he does lmfao (i'm just imagining mario kart wii idk why)

if she's more crafty with fixing up cars/machines/etc he'd love to help her out. buys her parts she needs and when she's done he's showing it off to everyone

and like i said before, schlatt 100% would go to all of his daughter's games if she was on a sports team ofc

and if his son wanted to get dolls or other girly toys he'd get it for him in an instant and even play with him!!! (my brother would always play dolls w/ me hehe)

also you teaching him how to do makeup (if u know how ofc) if he wants to learn <33

you and your son doing makeup on schlatt and him looking AMAZING. he's SO proud that his son made him look so good :D

lowkey though gender roles don't exist in this household, as long as the kid is happy then schlatt's happy <3

[antivan-sprig]

A Song in the Night

Ah alrighty, here’s the first entry for this series ♥️

It was a pretty easy choice after reading through Rowena’s tag, although I am personally shocked that Lisel and her haven’t interacted yet considering how similar they are. (Not in every way but in a few very important ways.) There was a lot more I wanted to say (mostly centered on the Lovers are Unkind line) but then i remembered that just because i read through her tag… it doesn’t mean Lisel has😅

Anywho, hope you like the song!

Also going to link a live performance of this song here. I prefer live recordings (and I guess it’s more realistic to what Rowena would be hearing) but I’ll leave that up to you.

@booksncatsworld : After thinking she heard a few wisps making mischief, Rowena now stood in the doorway leading into the room, a scalding heat spreading across her cheeks as she listens to Liselath sing about…her? She wasn’t worthy of those types of songs; no, she was only supposed to be a footnote in a history book. But instead of leaving, she just stands there, her feet frozen to the ground as she listens.

The song had come to Liselath over the course of a few days, tune, lyrics and all. The piece, much like its source of inspiration, was matter of fact, driven, and had a unique sense of emotional transparency. All qualities that Lisel had noted in Rowena and admired.

She’d needed to compose something that could convey that far-off look, yet also still captured the hurried way she’d seen Rowena flitter about. A song that had both elegance and determination, a task which was trickier than it seemed at first glance.

She readjusted her bass guitar and began again, feeling as though this time she’d perfected the song. In an even voice she began, the words rising above the low tones of the bass:

She who walks alone in life,

Is she of sound mind?

I am only as old as I've been told

Now I'm playing for time

Darling, take me to the lakeside

Wash my body well

I am holy now, the water's hit me

Broken from your spell.

'Cause I was on my hands and knees

Bending at the heart of me

The baseline broke into measured arpeggios, driving the music forward with renewed intensity.

They who walk alone in life

They are of sound mind

We can only get hurt by things we've heard

And lovers are unkind.

But did you hear the sun go down?

Silent as a child I found

Hiding in the midnight of my soul

I am ready now to let her go.

She continued on, repeating the chorus as the strumming grew a bit louder and deliberate, punctuating the words of the song with precision.

I am on my hands and knees

Bending at the heart of me

Hiding in the midnight of my soul

Please don't break this shell that I call home.

The notes of the bass lingered, their clear vibrations bringing in the end of the song. Rowena was still, somewhat stunned by what she’d just stumbled into. A few moments of silence passed as she regained her breath, the stillness only interrupted by the familiar creaking of floorboards and a sudden, sharp, gasp.

The light of a candle illuminated Liselath’s face through the cracked door.

“Suppose I woke you up, didn’t I ?” Liselath said, her shock masked by a noticeably deliberate nonchalance, “Or did you need something?”

[thisapplepielife]

All Across the Universe

Rating: E | Chapter Word Count: 9,748 | CW: Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence | Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Time Travel Fix-It, Blundering Through History, Platonic Stobin, Revolving Door of Characters, Mixed Media

Steve Harrington knows this world isn't permanent. They never are. He blinks into existence, brand new and disoriented. He might not know where he is, or when, but he knows he's searching for something, for someone, as he's called on and on, all across the universe. He always finds him. Eddie.

Snippet below, the full chapter can be read on AO3.

Chapter 6: Run For Your Life

"Agent, are you listening?" 

Steve snaps his head up at the sound of Hopper's voice. Is he talking to him? He guesses so, because Hopper is looking right at him, expectantly. 

"Yeah, sorry," Steve answers. Trying to get reoriented to wherever he's fucked off to this time. 

Looking at Hopper’s clothes, it's back in time. How far, Steve's not really sure. They seem to be in a meeting room of some sort. A heavy wooden table, and several chairs. It's pretty nondescript, but Steve tries to figure it out while still looking like he's paying attention to what Hopper's saying.

"As you know, the public has shown great interest in this accidental Top Ten Most Wanted list. So, I'd appreciate it if we could capture at least one of these fugitives, and fast, to prove this method of looping in the public is beneficial. Turn Hoover’s accident into an actual FBI program that works in our favor." 

Steve looks at the paper on the table in front of him, and does a double-take. 

It's Eddie. Of course it is, but he looks so different without his long hair. He looks haunted. Scared, terrified. Like he was the worst kind of cornered. Steve runs his finger over Eddie's face. 

Hopper slides him another piece of paper, a ledger, with columns of typed words. Murder? Not again. Jesus. Eddie wouldn't murder anyone. 

Continue reading on AO3.

Thanks to everyone that has given this new fic a try! I've had so much fun playing in all these different universes, and knowing that there are a few of you that have chosen to come along for the ride, makes me very happy. ❤️

[starbuck09256]

Hot date?

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Mulder POV

Set in season 2 during Sleepless

Scully doesn’t shake Kryceks hand. I feel a little smug about it. Scully and I went through a lot last year. While we didn’t always have the easiest of partnerships, the large amount of respect and admiration for her has only grown in recent months. As much as I tried to step away after The X-files were closed it didn’t work. She is still here by my side helping me when she can. I know she misses the fieldwork, she loves the challenge of the unexplained almost as much as I do. I lean back after she explains how a man can think they were being burned alive yet not have a single burn on his body. Her expertise and knowledge continue to amaze me as I smile as Kryceks asks his follow-up questions. I pick up a recent article she has lying on the side of the desk. It’s one that I sent her yesterday. I grin at the notes and highlights she has already jotted down. The one at the bottom, stating “There is not nearly enough room on this page or any of the others to describe how wrong and incredibly fabricated this is”. Given all that she has done for me in recent weeks, I know I need to take her to dinner. Then I hear Krycek saying something to her about dinner as well. Confused I lift my head up in curiosity. 

“I am wondering if you would have dinner with me, sometime this week Agent Scully,” she looks up at him in confusion. “I’m sorry, you mean to discuss the case?” I can see the shadow of her face and know that Krycek has made her uneasy. While I would like nothing more than to go up and wrap my arm around her and explain clearly that she is not on the market. She is on the market. I know she isn’t seeing anyone socially. There are days I wonder if I could get a refund on my Oxford education because, until this exact moment, I didn’t realize I should be dating Scully. Krycek chuckles and shakes his head reaching his hand out towards. Scully's eyes flicker to me quickly but I know she can handle this on her own, and my own interest in her makes it imperative to hear her answer. “I would want to know if you would like to go on a date with me?” Krycek asks, he pulls his hand away since Scully put some distance between them. “I don’t think so, Agent Krycek? Was it?” Ooh well played Scully, well played. Not only did you brush off his question you also illustrated quite clearly his unimportance. I can’t help but grin just slightly. Krycek seems a bit confused at being denied. “Why? Are you seeing someone? It's just dinner,” Scully takes a step towards him. My former partner will not be pushed around by anyone, ever. I can’t say that I’m not a tiny bit thrilled to have her unleash on him. Krycek is an annoying little yes man who makes me want to question any personnel who thought he was Agent material. “Actually, Agent Krycek, I’m interested in someone else, though I’m sure you would be an adequate dinner companion.” Scully's eyes now land directly on mine right at the moment she said she was interested in someone else. I have to resist the urge to point at myself. A man can dream, that this spitfire woman, whose brilliance and tenacity have certainly captured my heart, would be interested. “Well, alright Agent Scully,” Krycek leaves it alone.

 Part of me is surprised he seems like the kind of creep who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Krycek reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone dialing as he gestures that he will be right outside when I’m done. 

I walk over to Scully. She looks up at me with a small smile. I bite my lip. “I didn’t know, he wanted to ask you out,” I say because really I didn’t. While of course, I have thought about Scully in not-so-professional ways. It wasn’t until minutes ago that I realized I could ask her out. I could spend my evenings with her in that cozy apartment of hers, arguing about cryptoids and the validity of space crafts that have crashed into the sea. She shrugs. “Well, he certainly isn’t the person I was hoping to ask me out when you two walked through the door.” My brave woman. She has played her hand, and I am grinning wildly at her. “I might have come to the conclusion just a few minutes ago that now that we aren’t partners in a professional sense, we could in fact be partners in a more personal manner.” I step close to her, invading her small space, which doesn’t make sense to me as she takes up so much of my mind some days it’s hard to think of her as tiny or small. She looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, “You just now thought of that? I thought you went to Oxford?” she teases and I am already moving my hand up and down her arm. “Tonight dinner?” I ask. Please say yes Scully. Because it’s Friday and I want the entire weekend to make up for the fact that you and I could have been enjoying each other for months in non-platonic ways. “Pick me up at 7?” She says, her soft smile is the one she gives me when she figures out the small clues I leave for her to uncover. I reach up tucking an errant strand of her hair behind her ear. “Absolutely,” I say. She nods softly. 

Her voice takes on a soft undertone “I’ll email this over to you when I’m done. We can talk about that article you sent yesterday.” She is all of a sudden a little shy and I adore it. “Oh, I don’t know Scully I have other things I think we need to talk about tonight. Like if I should bring my go-bag and what your favorite breakfast foods that I can make you are?” She shakes her head laughing and hits me with the file folder. “Get out of here Mulder, I need to leave soon to get ready for my hot date.” I chuckle heading to the door. “You mean I need to leave and get ready for my hot date,” I say to her.  We grin at one another and as I turn to grab the handle for the door. Her shy voice is back. “Maybe pack for an extended weekend, since we have Monday off, after all.” The shit-eating grin I have when I walk out of the morgue drives Krycek a bit nuts as he sulks back to the bullpen. 

[bleachbleachbleach]

There was no way I wasn't going to send something in for the fanfic meme :D: 5, 10, and 20

Fic Writing Meme

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Someone asked us about Bleach ships, and in my half of the ask response (as yet unposted) one of the things I pitched was Soi Fon/Hitsugaya, PURELY because I am obsessed with the fact that at the end of the Zanpakutou Rebellion Arc, everyone shows up at the Kouga Lake, no one has a single clue what’s going on and no one has ever had a single clue what’s been going on the entire arc, but Hitsugaya gives Soi Fon an order and Soi Fon rolls with this entirely without objection. And I’m just like, gurlll 😂 he doesn’t know what’s going on either. You’re just going to take orders from him???? 

I’m not saying that taking direction wasn’t the strategic, mature thing to do. I just cannot actually believe that the Gotei would default to the strategic, mature option. Not even Soi Fon, who takes direction better than most. So it makes me wonder what Soi Fon and Hitsugaya’s relationship EVEN IS.

But I’m probably never going to write that, because I would need to have SO much free time before I spent any of it on Soi Fon/Hitsugaya. XD

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I was pleasantly surprised by how many people read Truth, which was supposed to be about Itegumo, a sword most people do not remember exists because we know almost nothing about it; and after one day of writing it consisted of 1000 words of Isane and Renji doing laundry; and involved kind of a lot of Iemura headcanons.

I tried to think of an example of a "different response" that wasn’t about magnitude, but I really never have any idea what people are or aren’t going to respond to! I really like it when more than one person ends up reading and commenting, though, because it makes it so clear that each person’s reading experience is incredibly individual in terms of the things that stand out to them or even what their takeaways are. It means the world to me to be able to see POVs other than just my own.

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

This isn’t for Bleach, but the first one that came to mind is "Set and Match," which was a tag for an episode titled "Game Night." I thought it was clever! But the reason it continues to stand out to me is because someone else also said they liked it. This was probably like five years ago at this point, but I cling to that.

For Bleach, my favorite is my WIP’s title, which is "Stories for the Sea." They’re not stories *about* or *about* the sea, which aren’t true of the fic (they don’t even see the ocean until Chapter 12). They are *for* the Sea, which is a preposition that I feel like is ever so slightly unexpected. This title might be an improvement on the very first title, which was "Untitled Gotei 13 GOES CAMPING!"

Honorable mention to REVERSE THE BONE, which is not a title I’d expect anyone to say was a good title, but it’s a play off East Rukongai District 76, Sakahone ("reverse bone"), there’s a "the" and it’s in all caps in an attempt to capture the flavor of a Bleach chapter title, where it’s not… usually not how English works, but is defamiliarizing in a way that appeals to me.