#i have so much more i could say about this but at my core it really just makes me sad

[letorip]

can u give us a summary of kiss with a fist 4 without spoiling?

lol... here's a spoiler

kiss with a fist [iv]

"you smashed a plate over my head, then I set fire to our bed"

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pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: just as things begin to complicate even more between you and tara, her life becomes even more complicated

warnings: blood, angst, curse words, kissing, borderline sexual content

word count: 4.2k

A/N: i contemplated doing this in so many ways and i ended up thinking it was just funnier if i answered with the literal story. so... it was at least funny to me. it's shorter than normal, just because i didn't want to split up an action scene that'll take place next time, so expect a much longer part next time.

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You didn’t like police stations very much, and you weren’t exactly doing a good job of keeping it hidden. Your knee bounced against the dusty linoleum in a quiet tapping noise, and although you yourself couldn’t hear it with the endless amount of phones ringing and shouting down the hall, Tara clearly could.

Her head rested on your shoulder, where you had slumped, and she placed a hand right upon your knee, stopping it from bouncing anymore. Her dark eyes looked up at you. “You’re making me even more nervous.”

“Sorry,” you rushed, quick to pull your knee away from her hand.

Tara frowned, looking back down to the tiling. “Of course this had to happen.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean?” She shrugged, and you had to nudge her gently. “Tara?”

“Nothing,” she murmured. "Just Sam's license and her getting attacked at the bodega... I wasn't there, (Y/n)."

"You couldn't have known," you said, frowning at her. "Everyone thought all the 'Stab' shit was over."

"Yeah," Tara scoffed. "Mindy always says lightning doesn't strike twice, but I'm starting to wonder if that's really true."

"Or maybe it's just a crazed copycat. There's no way of knowing it's actually after you yet."

"That's not what Sam'll say." She had an uncharacteristic look of defeat in her eyes that you hadn't seen before. Tara was a spitfire, even to Sam. But she looked beside herself, wallowing against the soft fabric of your jumper. "Sam'll say that Ghostface is back. That we need to leave."

"Maybe she's right," you shrug.

"Maybe," Tara said. "But I don't want to go. I don't want to leave. I want to live, but... if it's not him, I can't just keep living my life on the run from whoever's chasing me. That means Amber won."

"Amber?"

"Yeah... Amber. Amber Freeman. She was my, uh, girlfriend."

"Oh," you frown. Tara's dark eyes looked up at you, nervously watching your reaction.

"Yeah... and she was Ghostface."

"Oh," you repeated. Tara never spoke about her much, and neither had the rest of the core four, really. It had never really dawned on you to ask, just because it seemed important to Tara, and for the longest time, what was important to her wasn't important to you. "Are you still nursing that wound?" you asked.

She smiled, but it did not reach the corners of her eyes. "Sometimes. It feels weird since she almost killed me, but there are times I really miss her. Grief demands to be felt, and all."

"Even if it's a murderous psychopath?" you asked with a smile.

"Yeah," she snorted, turning her head on your shoulder. "Even if it's a murderous psychopath." Then, she grew serious. "We should probably talk about last night, right?"

You froze, swallowing what felt like a lump in your throat. "Uh, now?"

"Well, it's just, I kind of felt something... I don't know. I know we said this was fake and all, and I don't know if you have your eye on anyone else right now," Tara began to ramble, "so if you do, don't feel pressured to agree to anything. I know I kind of made a messy situation out of this, and I don't even know where to go--"

But she was interrupted by the door down the hall opening. It was loud enough that your attention was pulled towards it, and through it came a woman with a stack of files in her arm. She smiled warmly at Tara, walking right over, and Tara seemed to recognise her, sitting up in her chair.

The warmth on your chest where her head had been was gone in an instant, and you would have been lying if you said you hadn't selfishly begun to miss it.

"Tara, right?" the woman asked with a smile, and Tara nodded, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and an underlying suspicion. But the woman just gave her a gentle smile.

"Kirby," she said, extending her arm out for a handshake. "Kirby Reed. I used to go to high school with Sam, and now I'm with the FBI."

Your eyes widened. If the FBI were now involved with the case, it was definitely not a good sign. You felt Tara's hand go to yours, squeezing it. If you were to ask her about it, she'd likely say it was to calm the nervousness you hadn't been able to hide on your face, but you knew that it was to steady herself, if anything.

"FBI?" Tara asked. "So it's really him?"

Kirby frowned. "I'm hoping it's some copycat, but from what I've seen so far, I'm not too sure. Is Sam still back there being questioned?"

Tara nodded, grimacing. "Apparently, both of us are people of interest. Our roommate's dad is on the case."

"Well," Kirby said, "I'll see if I can help him." She turned to you. "And who's this?" she asked.

"Uh--" you started, but Tara shook her head, interrupting.

"--(Y/n) isn't involved," she glared, defending you with a ferocity in her voice.

Kirby gave you a look over. "Are you sure? I don't mean to disrespect either of you, but are you sure you can trust them, Tara? It's never who you expect."

Tara nods. "I know they're not Ghostface. (Y/n) wouldn't lie."

(Y/n) wouldn't lie. The sentence made you sick to your stomach. You could see Calvin in your mind, laughing at how you got yourself into this situation. Alisha would've found it funny, too. You swallowed, standing up from the chair. You smiled weakly at Tara. "It's okay, Tar. I'll go home... just let me know if you need to leave... for the... uh, arrangement, or whatever."

She nodded, mouth drawn into a line. "Yeah... see you later... Duck," she said, trying equally as hard to smile. You turned around, walking out.

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You had pretty much collapsed into bed, the moment you got home. It had been an exhausting few hours, what with finishing your model and then rushing with Tara to the police station. Your final class of the semester was later in the day, so you would take any sort of sleep you could get.

And the sleep you took, waking up a few hours later with mussed-up hair and a final to get over and done with. You grabbed the model and your backpack, heading for the train station, and finally checking your phone for the first time in a little while.

Little Shit (do not pick up): mindy wants everyone at the park later, after your final

Little Shit (do not pick up): good luck with that, btw

Little Shit (do not pick up): also we should still probably talk about last night i didn't get to finish earlier

You gave a thumbs-up to the first message, and quickly typed back a thanks, before tucking it into your pocket. The critique was boring, but you couldn't help but feel yourself swell with pride when your professor complimented the small amount of green space you had put within the actual walls of the building. It had been Tara's idea, and you reminded yourself to thank her later. Now all you had to do was go to Mindy's weird meeting, and you could begin your break.

The group was sitting on a group of benches near the green, with Mindy hovering over them, her arms crossed. When she saw you coming, she raised her eyebrow at you in suspicion. You rolled your eyes, coming to sit down next to where Tara had saved you a seat.

She sent you a small smile when you did, weaving your fingers together. You knew that to the group she was just doing it because you and Tara were allegedly a couple, but just to you it felt like so much more than that.

And it made you feel a little bit sick, again.

"How'd your final go?" she asked, and it made your heart stop for a moment, the way her warm brown eyes looked in the soft sunlight. You shrugged, but could not stop the smile spreading itself on your face.

"The professor liked your idea."

"Really?!" she asked, sounding super excited, and you nodded. "Well now who's silly, for telling me it was a bad idea?"

"Well because it is a silly idea, genuinely who would think of that."

"I would. It isn't silly, it's cool."

"I'm afraid cool doesn't always work, Tara."

"It did this time," she said smugly, sticking her tongue out at you. You rolled your eyes, knowing but not hating that she'd be gloating about it for weeks.

"Lovebirds, cut the chit-chat," Mindy shot, glaring in your direction, and Tara huffed in annoyance but begrudgingly turned towards her. "Now, as terrifying as it all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time."

"Mindy," Sam chided, arms crossed over her chest.

"Right, sorry," she said. "The way I see it, someone’s out to make a sequel to the requel."

"What’s a requel?" Anika asked, leaning forward as if trying to understand her girlfriend's antics. You didn't know either.

"You’re beautiful, sweetie, but let’s hold questions to the end," Mindy teased.

From next to you, Tara looked more worried. "Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro, but Stab 2 took place in college…"

Sam tensed. "So you think the killer’s copying the second movie?"

"Like a homage!" Chad suggested, looking proud of himself. The rest of the group shot him a look. "What? You all I know took French, it should not be a surprise that I know that word."

"Just a little bit," Tara teased. He sent her a small smile, one that you knew came from his massive crush on her. It only made you feel a bit worse about the both of you.

"That’s one possibility," Mindy said, nodding at the suggestion. "Heroes now in college? Check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and/or body count?" she looked at you, Ethan, Quinn, and Anika. "Check, check, check, and check."

"I really don't like this," Ethan said.

"But it can’t only be about Stab 2," Mindy continued. Tara's eyebrows furrowed.

"Why not?" she asked.

Mindy had a glint in her eye. "It would make sense if this were just a sequel. But we’re not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore."

"So what is it?" you asked, deciding to bite on her theory.

"We’re in a franchise. And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise," she replied.

Sam sighed. "I had a feeling."

But Mindy wasn't deterred. "Now, rule one: everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count; longer chases, shoot-outs, beheadings- you gotta top what came before to keep people coming back."

"Beheadings?" Chad asked, taking notes.

Next to him, Ethan looked rather lost. Quinn and Anika looked just as confused. You were glad you weren't the only one lacking a real understanding of how the core four operated. They had earned a right to be a little nuts after surviving Woodsboro, that you knew. But the whole thing seemed a bit conspiratorial.

"Rule Two, whatever happened before, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations; if the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be true here." It was hard to absorb these things laid out as facts, and you struggled to follow Mindy's train of thought, sending Anika a wary glance. She just shrugged.

Tara noticed your confusion, sending a small squeeze to your hand and mouthing the word 'later.' You nodded, turning your attention back to Mindy, attempting to do your best to listen.

"And Rule Three, no one is safe. Legacy characters are cannon fodder at this point, usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. Sidney’s smart to sit this one out, but it’s not looking too good for Gale and Kirby. And that’s not even the worst part."

"There's a worst part?" You asked. Mindy nodded, smirking.

"The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic instalments designed to boost an IP, which means the main characters are completely expendable now too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond, even Luke Skywalker all died so their franchises could live on. That means it’s not just the friend group, any of us could go at any time, especially Sam and Tara."

You sent Tara a wary look at the suggestion, leaning harder against her. She tried to send you a small smile to comfort you, but it did little to stop the thought coming to your mind. You were cursed, that much was true from the sheer amount of grief that seemed to permeate around your family. It was a bad idea, to get so close to Tara, and that you knew. But it didn't stop the fact that you had a near electric desire to do so whenever she was nearby.

"Wait, any of us? Am I in the friend group?" Ethan asked, beginning to panic. "Am I one of the targets? Am I gonna die a virgin?"

"Um," Mindy started, blinking. "Weird overshare, but at least that brings us to our current suspects." Her gaze steeled over.

"Ethan. The shy dorky guy who no one suspects, because he’s so shy and dorky." Next to him, Chad shot him a more assessing glance.

"Why am I on the list? Because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate?!" Ethan asked, raising his voice.

"Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could have fixed it to get next to us," Mindy shot back, crossing her arms in increased suspicion. She turned to Quinn. "Quinn. The slutty roommate. A horror movie classic."

"Sex positive," Quinn corrected, "but thank you."

"And how did you come to live with Sam and Tara?" Mindy asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I answered their ad online--" Quinn started, and Mindy scoffed, raising her hand up.

"Say no more, you’ve already implicated yourself enough. 'Ad online,' good lord."

"Mindy, it was an anonymous ad, and you know we vetted her, plus her Dad’s a cop," Tara interjected.

"Tara, Tara, Tara," Mindy said, shaking her head. "Cop Dad? That's a great cover. Don't you get that's how these movies would work? Speaking of, while we're on Tara," she continued, turning to you.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi (Y/n)," she replied, smiling. It dropped to a frown. Tara's grip on your hand tightened. "(Y/n). The enemies-to-lovers, quippy 'annoyance' one of our main characters has incredible sexual tension with."

"Ew," Sam shuddered.

"Ew indeed," Mindy agreed. "Never trust the love interest." She looked over to Anika, who was smiling at her girlfriend. "Ever." Anika's face fell.

"Okay. So we’ve got our rules, and we’ve got our suspects," Sam huffed.

"Wait- what about the rest of you?" Ethan interrupted.

"I mean, I think it’s safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro," Mindy shrugged.

"Agreed," Chad nods.

"Um, not agreed. Maybe the trauma of what you went through caused one or more of you to snap," Quinn suggested, playing with the nail polish on her fingers.

"Or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more! Ethan jumped in again. "And, let’s be honest, some of those theories online about Sam are--"

Tara sends him a death glare. "Don'y you fucking dare finish that sentence."

"He’s right, though. Face facts. If we’re all suspects? You’re all suspects," Anika shrugs.

You sent a wary look around at everyone and then another look back down to Tara, wondering which one would hurt her, and just how you'd be able to stop it.

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That night was the first night in a while nothing was expected of you, but you couldn't find it in yourself to actually relax. Mindy's monologue about how royally bloody fucked everything was now that Ghostface was officially back had set you a bit on edge, and part of you couldn't help but blame yourself.

You had thought the curse would get left behind in Nebraska, when you left, but it seemed maybe you had taken it with you, packed with your belongings. Maybe it was now affecting the person you had wished to protect from any harm. It still felt miraculous, just how Tara had wormed her way from your shit list to deep within your heart. Maybe that was the curse. Someone who could make you so annoyed could also make you feel like your heart was skipping beats.

You coped with the extreme worrying through a cooked meal and TV binge, flopping down on the couch and turning your ringer on, in case you were needed. You knew that Sam and Tara were likely preparing for the worst, and you also knew that you had been included on the list of suspects.

Maybe none of them rightfully believed you had it in you, but you also knew that even being a possibility meant that the core four had to keep you at arm's length for a while.

Or, at least, that's what you figured they'd do.

Right as the episode you were watching began to roll credits, you heard a hard knock on the door, freezing. Mindy had said something in a text, telling you to be cautious of opening doors when no one was scheduled to come over. You shot a wary look to your magnetic strip of knives, hanging over the hotplate. If you were just fast enough, maybe you could grab a knife or two, if Ghostface busted the door in. There was usually a phone call, wasn't there? Then why--

"(Y/n)?" Tara called, giving a hard knock. You felt your cheeks flush. Oh. You dashed to the door, not wanting to leave her on the step for too long.

When you opened it, you could see that Tara's own cheeks were flushed, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

"Did you run here???" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

"Uh...maybe," Tara said, suddenly finding the hallway outside of your flat much more interesting.

"I thought Sam would have you under lock and key," you teased.

"I snuck out..." Tara said, cheeks flushing again, but this time not from the run.

"Oh, so I'm harbouring a criminal?" you joked. Tara rolled her eyes, groaning.

"Can I just come in?"

"Do you trust me to do that?" you asked, curious. "I understand if you say no, believe me I get it. If I had been attacked or anything, especially by my girlfriend, I wouldn't trust anyone for a long time..."

Tara watched you ramble speak, eyes wide and dark and beautiful in the dim hall light. "I trust you... and I, uh, want some small amount of normalcy, like it was at the lab. Before everything got so weird, you know?"

You nodded, stepping aside for her to enter and then freezing. "Wait, Tara, what happened to your hand?"

You hadn't noticed until now, but her knuckles on the other hand had been bruising a dusty purple colour, still red at the edges. You let the door shut behind you, turning to her hand and holding it up in the lamplight of your hall. "What happened?" you asked, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

Tara's cheeks flushed again. "I punched a bitch," she said flatly. Your eyes widened even more, and Tara was quick to shake her head. "Just Gale Weathers. She wrote, uh, a whole book on Woodsboro. Called Sam a bunch of bad stuff. She actually was outside the station with the news and stuff when Sam was questioned earlier today... so I punched her."

You snorted. "Judging by your hand you definitely got her."

"Oh absolutely," Tara scoffed, as if she was offended by a possibility that she hadn't.

"You should probably ice it," you said with a wince, looking at the bruised skin. She scoffed again.

"What're you, a doctor?"

You shrugged, leading her into your kitchen. "I was going to be."

"Oh," Tara hummed.

"Yeah... took one introductory class and realised I hated it. It sucks too, because I gave my parents this whole speech about how I wanted to be a doctor because of our family, and I dropped the profession about a month or two later afterwards."

"Is that why you and your dad don't talk much?" she asked. "Is he a doctor?"

"No," you said, shaking your head. It was an amusing suggestion. "About as far as you could get from it, actually. But no, it isn't why we don't really talk." You didn't say any more on the subject, even though you could tell that Tara was curious. "We should really get you iced up, your hand is swollen, I can't believe you didn't show me this earlier."

She rolled her eyes. "You're acting like my parent again."

"I'm just worried about you, Tara," you said, shooting her a meaningful look. She was staring up at you with those damn eyes again like you held her heart in your hands. "I mean, come on, let's just put a bag of ice on it or something, or--"

But before you could finish what you were suggesting, Tara interrupted you, throwing her arms around your neck and standing up on her toes. "Is this okay?" she whispered, voice low. It flooded your ears and squeezed the air from your lungs, just how close her lips were from yours.

You can't help the small nod, or the way you're probably dumbly staring at her mouth right now, but her eyes are warm and inviting, and your hands find their way to her waist, palming at the exposed skin of her cropped shirt with your thumbs. "I've, uh, kind of wanted to do this for weeks," Tara admits with a small grin. The words spin around and around in your mind like you're on some carousel of thought.

If you could have formed words, you would have told her the truth: you had wanted to kiss her since she walked in the room and you saw her for the first time. But you can't. So instead, you crash your lips onto hers.

Tara doesn't hesitate even a little bit, wrapping her arms around your neck and falling off her toes as she kisses you back with fervour. You follow her down, working your lips against hers as her hands give up on your neck and instead move to spread themselves out on the warm apples of your cheeks.

You're taken over by some other, hungry entity entirely, and you lift Tara up onto the kitchen counter, into the exact same place she was sitting when she asked you for help with this stupid scheme. It doesn't matter now, you're too lost in her lips. You feel her tongue push past and into your mouth, and her hands travel up your back to spread out against the back of your shirt and pull you against her.

You can't help the groan that escapes your mouth, and you feel Tara's teasing smile against your lips as she breathes in your smell. Your hands are still on her waist, sliding up so that your thumbs gently brush against the bottom of her bra. She shudders at the sensation, opening her mouth wider, and you can taste the lingering cherry of her chapstick on her lips.

Neither of you is especially sure how long you stay there, but when you finally have to pull away, you're scrambling for air. You lazily let your forehead rest against hers, catching your breath and struggling to stay on your feet. Tara lets her hands wander from your back into your hair, exploring the planes of your body for the first time, and you can't stop the small comment that worms its way from your mouth after.

"Exploring the merchandise?" you ask with a teasing, breathless laugh. Tara shakes her head, finally opening her eyes and looking up at you with that same damn beautiful look.

"You should come stay with me and the others. It's safer that way," she says, becoming worried again. Her hands rest on your cheeks and she kisses you again, softer, but just as meaningful.

You painfully have to shake your head. "I can't, you know that."

"I won't be mad if you leave town," she says. "I won't hold it against you."

You smile. "I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere, Tara."

She nods, processing it, before crashing her lips back onto yours and tugging at the bottom of your shirt, but you catch her hands before she can tug it over your head. "No, Tara- Tara wait."

"I want you," she says.

"I know, but we should wait," you say, hands on the side of her thighs. "Wait until it's over. Right now, Ghostface is more important."

"He gets everything, (Y/n). I just want this. I want you. I know we did this whole thing about fake dating, and I know it wasn't real, but I realise that I want it to be. I just want you."

There's a burning in your stomach, burning for her, and you pull her in for another kiss. Only to be stopped by the sound of your door creaking open.

You freeze and so does Tara at the noise. "(Y/n)?" she asks, trembling. "Did you lock your front door?"

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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN catch you all next time for a big ole action sequence and a whole bunch of drama

[lionneee]

Pool Party

English is not my first language, please be kind

ིྀWarnings: Public sex, pool sex, kissing, piv. ིྀ

Boyfriend!Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

“Rafe!” You gasped loudly as he pushed you in the back of Kelce’s house.

“Shh, shh, baby, we don’t want company here…” He mumbled as he kissed your neck, his chest pressed against your back, his cock straining against his swimsuit, and rubbing against your ass as he pushed you towards the Jacuzzi.

“Someone’s gonna pass by-“ You looked around, anxiously as he kept his focus on your body, his hands roaming under your bikini top.

“Get in the Jacuzzi, baby. I’m tired of just looking at you in that bikini.” He grunted as he crawled in the Jacuzzi, sitting down on the bench under the water, waiting for you to sit on his lap. But you instead, sat by his side, still scanning the surroundings with your eyes.

The party kept going in the front of the house, and inside, the music was loud, the sound of people laughing, chatting and having fun was still too close to your liking.

“Rafe, we shouldn’t —“ Rafe did not let you finish it, he simply pulled you on his lap, and kissed you deeply, messy.

The alcohol made him more careless, and much more turned on than usual.

Sober, he would have brought you home, and fucked you in his bed.

“No one’s gonna see…” He said as he looked up at you, his gaze hypnotic, his eyes full of desire, lust and adoration.

“Oh, Rafe…” You bit your lip. You knew you couldn’t resist that look, and he knew it too, so that’s why he proceeded to lower his swimsuit, pushing aside your thong.

“You just have to be quiet. Can you do that for me, princess?” He asked as he kissed your chest, his mouth playing with the skin right another the edge of your top.

“I’ll try —“ You said, your breathing getting heavier.

“That’s my girl…” He grabbed his cock, aligning his tip with the entrance of your core, then he slowly pushed you down, his hands firmly holding your hips as he threw his head back, a low moan escaping his mouth as his cock got enveloped in your walls.

“You’re always so tight-“ He gasped as he looked up at you. “Always so perfect.” He slowly started to thrust up his hips, pulling you down by your hips at the same time to meet him.

The water was splashing around you, the sound slowly getting louder as Rafe picked up the pace.

You bit hard your lip to avoid any sound getting out of your mouth, and you pressed your forehead against his temple, your arms wrapped tight around his neck.

“R-Rafe-“ You moaned in his ear.

“I know, baby, I know -“ He breathed out. “You can let go, I’m right after you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and bit down on his shoulder to keep quiet, coming undone on his cock, squeezing it inside you.

Rafe moaned lowly and came right after, pushing his hips up to get as deep as he could.

You both panted, you pulled back to look at him, finding him with a small smirk on his face.

“Yo Rafe!” You immediately turned your head as you saw Kelsey a few feet away from the pool.

“Need you for beer pong, man!” Kelce smiled. “Gotta win against Topper.”

“Be right there, just give me a minute!” Rafe answered.

Kelce walked away and you let out a loud sigh.

“God, if he had come sooner-“ You started to say, but Rafe looked back at you with a smile and shook his head, interrupting you.

“He didn’t.” He stood up, grabbing your thighs to keep your legs around his waist, turning so he could press you against the wall of the Jacuzzi.

He kissed you deeply, lovingly, tasting your mouth before he pulled back with even a wider smirk.

Keeping you in his arms he walked out of the Jacuzzi, and let you down on the floor, slipping off of you. He fixed your thong, then he tucked himself back in his pants.

“You’re crazy.” You shook your head as you started to walk away. Rafe chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back so he could wrap his arms around you.

“Yeah, about you. I’m crazy about you.” 

[goosewithtwoos]

TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN

pairing: bob x reader

summary: literally just porn :3

The vibrator pressed against your clit along with Bobs tongue fucking inside your needy hole was probably going to be the death of you.

His glasses had become fogged from how long he'd been going down on you but even blind, he knew how to please.

His hands were grasping at your thighs like they were the only thing keeping him grounded to earth. He loved how soft they were in his callused hands and you loved the bruises they left when all was said and done.

"Bobby - Robert - please." You weren't sure why you were begging, he always let you cum whenever and wherever. The way your core would pulse against his tongue was more of a high than pulling 6 g's ever would be.

He didn't even justify your cries with a response, only pressed down more on the vibrator. You knew you were probably crushing his head between your thighs but his moaning told you that he wasn't really complaining all that much.

The pleasure became too much and you knew you were going to cum soon. Your hand found his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away all at the same time but he was having none of that.

His tongue replaced the vibrator and two fingers found their way inside you, pressing right against your sweet spot. You were finished. It was like Heaven came down to earth and you were basking in all it's glory.

"Oh my God, I love you so much. You're such a good boy for me. God, you're so fucking good." You babbled.

It was like your high was never ending. Even after he pulled away, you felt the loss but couldn't stop shaking.

"Cum inside me. Please, please, I need you to cum inside me right now." Your head was swimming. Blame it on your ovulation or randomly, newly discovered breeding kink, but you were going crazy thinking about him filling you up.

He looks up at you over his glasses, the bottom half of his face completely soaked. "You really want that?"

You nod vigorously. "Robert Samuel Floyd if you don't cum inside me right now I will go find someone who will."

That was all the coaxing he needed.

He immediately gets up, positioning your hips underneath a pillow and slotting himself between your thighs. His dick was red and leaking from rubbing against your comforter for so long. You would always lose track of time the moment he got his hands on you.

"So wet." He murmurs like he wasn't the one who made you this way. "Such a pretty pussy, all spread out for me. Gonna fill you up so good."

You bite your lip to stiffle the groan. Your core was still pulsing from your previous orgasm and you needed another one.

Bob slowly presses into you, making you both groan. His breath began to pick up - a tell tale sign he was trying to keep himself from cumming embarrassingly quick.

"You're so tight." He pants.

You reach for his biceps only to have him tangle his fingers into yours. He places your hands above your head, making your back arch more, allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside you. You gasp, breath hitching.

His hips start to move slowly, pulling all the way out so you can feel every inch go back in.

"Robert, please." You whine. "Need you to cum inside me."

His pupils dialate even more than you thought was possible. A feral look in his eyes takes over as his pace picks up.

"I'm gonna cum fast." He warns, almost sheepishly.

"I take it as a compliment." You moan out, head rolling back as he continues his abuse on your cervix. A laugh bubbles in his chest which quickly gets replaced with a groan as he does exactly as he says and cums inside you.

3 minutes was a record but you really did take it as a compliment that you could make him lose composure so quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He pants.

You can't help but laugh. "Its okay Bobby."

He shakes his head, pulling out. He stares in awe as a combination of yours and his fluid drips out on you onto the bed. "You need to cum again." was the only warning you got before he dove back down to your pussy, licking and sucking like his life depended on it.

From the previous orgasm just five minutes ago and the feeling of him inside you, you could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten.

"Oh my God, I love you so much." You cry. "So good."

Bob just moans in response, finding the discarded vibrator and immediately pressing it against your clit. It took him about two minutes and a spelling of his name with his tongue to get you cumming again.

He sucks up your release, before pressing a light hand around your throat. Your mouth opens slightly in shock and he takes the opportunity to spit everything into your mouth.

It was so hot, so messy, so vulgar. So unlike him.

After you swallowed, you stared up at him. He was so pretty it hurt. "What's gotten into you?" You chuckle. Not like it was a bad thing, you'd just never seen him so unhinged before.

"I don't know." He admits. "Roosters just announced his wifes pregnancy, I think that just got into my head a little."

You smile, running your hand across his cheek.

"Round two?"

[amoscontorta]

What are your NSFW Sylus thoughts/headcanons? 👀 bc I'd love to hear you go in depth with them and why u view Sylus the way u do bc it seems like everyone kinda has a different view of him. For instance, a big division I've seen is that there's some people who view Sylus as a switch and others view him as a dom or a service top. It seems like some people get personally offended when their view on Sylus is different from another's unfortunately 😅

I get it, people love Sylus a certain way, but I'll never support people trying to kink shame others for wishing Infold had went in a different direction with him or having kink preferences that might go against Sylus' or even having kinks Sylus might not be into. For me, Sylus is mainly a dom. He loves a challenge bc he gets bored easily, yet he also is very competitive, which is why he isn't gonna wanna lose most of the time. He's stubborn too.

Even in No Defense Zone MC wasn't really in full control. Sylus was ordering her around and teasing the whole time, but he clearly thought it was cute seeing MC want to be a little bit more dominant with him. MC was also obeying his orders. Do I think he likes to be called degrading names when he's eating u out? Sure, I could see that. Likes praise? Sure. Do I think he's gonna let you walk him on a leash and be into pegging? Absolutely not 🤣 but that's just MY opinion on him from everything I've gathered. I think he enjoys letting you have some control, but he's gotta be in the right mood for it I think and he probably has things he isn't into like everyone else. Either way, I'd love to hear ur thoughts on this whenever u have the time ❤️

Hi there. I’ve been thinking about this ask since I got it, and one of the things I know for sure is that I’m going to upset someone no matter what I say. But the whole point of me starting to share my fic and being more active on tumblr is to challenge my social anxiety when it tells me that my opinion isn’t of interest to anyone at the least, or offensive/hurtful at the worst. 

So here we go, my answer under the cut.

So to answer this question, I need to get through a few points first before I tell you what I personally believe about Sylus’s sexuality.

I don’t believe in kink shaming either, and I think that peoples’ complaints about the direction Infold takes the LIs are valid. We all want content that we can really relate to, and if the canon take doesn’t satisfy you, one of the great purposes of fanfic is to fix it for yourself and other fans like you. That’s such a huge part of engaging in fandom and even if I don’t agree that the character would actually do what you make him do in your content, if you write it well enough, if you capture his voice, give him logical motivations, respect the core of the character while you do it, then I can be convinced to enjoy it despite it deviating from canon.

That being said, I love Sylus because of his canon characterization, and I do believe that there are some things he would be into, or not into, based on his dialogue in the game itself.

It’s impossible to answer this question personally without telling you the following: I think it’s insane that we as a worldwide fandom and/or global community have restricted ourselves to a strict BDSM mindset of looking at people as belonging to an inflexible binary of dominant or submissive, with the only middle ground being switch, with formal labels and rules of what a “dom” does, what a “sub” does, and so forth, and the value judgments we place on which label you fall under. And what drives me further insane is how much that binary is tied up in so much misogynist bullshit if we’re talking about hetero pairings with a female MC (the power dynamics of a female sub versus a male dom alone is so often written in such a way that the writer’s internalized misogyny results in literally painful-wince-inducing reading). Human sexuality is so fluid, personal, intimate—I think that the average person’s dynamic and preferences change depending on who they’re with, what stage of life they’re in, what scars they bear from past relationships, and even on a day to day basis, how much energy they have, etc. So although all I seem to see in fandom discourse is dom!Sylus, sub!Sylus, I think that mindset is reductive, especially because even with the shit-tastic translation Infold has inflicted on us, they’ve managed to create an incredibly nuanced character who feels real enough to be human. Reducing him to dom, sub, or switch misses so much of his personality and how much he clearly loves and is obsessively devoted to MC and what MC wants.

 Finally, I think every time we’re discussing fictional characters, it’s important to remember who is writing them, and why. Infold is here to make money. They created LIs with a spectrum of traits to appeal to the widest subset of their targeted demographics. As a result, they’ve given the LIs, at least to some extent, both dominant and submissive characteristics, to appeal to the greatest number of players.

We have memories with Sylus and dialogue that indicate he’s dominant: “I prefer to be the one to take the initiative” when you tap his dick too many times in destiny cafe, his outfit descriptions about him getting a thrill of being a predator on the hunt, of dominating his prey. But we also have the no defense zone where he’s in a submissive position, even if people argue that he’s topping from the bottom in that card. Multiple times throughout the game, he lets you do what you want to him, and then says “are you satisfied? Now it’s my turn,” which points to him being a switch. Like, Infold covered all of their bases not only with Sylus, but all of the LIs to some degree.

Ok, with that context, and using the sort of vernacular that makes concepts easily recognizable even if I hate the labels: I think Sylus is a switch. He is first and foremost a hedonist—he is comfortable in his body, he prefers the finest food, drink, atmosphere, clothing, he wants to be entertained, he is constantly fighting boredom and the ennui of cynical disillusionment with the worst of humanity and being the apex predator. He loves pleasure. It doesn’t matter what form that pleasure takes. And he wants pleasure with MC in particular, because he is written by Infold as that devoted—he has a line in the destiny cafe about no one else touching him so intimately before. He’s willing to learn everything about your tastes, and then use what you teach him to pleasure you and himself. On multiple occasions he says “Oh, I suck at this? Then teach me.” So even if initially he’s shit in bed, he’ll only make a mistake once and then blow your mind on his next attempt. Sylus wants to fuck you the way you want him to fuck you. So if you want to peg him, "well sweetie, I have a prostate for a reason." You want him to choke you with a tie and fuck you like an animal, he’s down. He’s so self-assured and interested in what you want and giving both himself and you pleasure that he doesn’t believe in the “dominant = most powerful, most masculine, having the upper hand, winning” perspective that so many writers in this fandom seem to assign to the term dominant. Conversely, being submissive, or the recipient of penetration, or letting the other take control isn’t a weakness in his eyes. He “submits” because it pleases you, because he enjoys being at your mercy, he’s thrilled to have someone he trusts enough to have power over him, and that someone is you. He trusts you to make him feel fucking good, and if you can do that by putting him on his knees, who is he to say no? If on the other hand, you submit to him, he thinks you’re the most fearless, strongest badass there is for letting a literal killer who everyone else on the planet fears put you in a vulnerable position. The connotations of dominant = strong, superior and submissive = weak, inferior, losing just do not compute for him. I don’t think he’d just think of you as cute for wanting to dominate him. I think he’d think you’re magnificent for daring to try, he'd be incredibly curious how you intend to do it, and then if you truly are a dominant powerhouse, he’d happily drown in the pleasure you give him.

Now, again, this all assumes that you, yourself, are into dom/sub dynamics. Which so many people simply aren’t. And I think if you just love him, and want to have sex with him because you’re attracted to him and want to share that intimacy with him, or you don’t believe that every single sexual encounter has to contain the rigid dom/sub binary or hierarchy of positions, that you experience attraction and sex as two people on equal footing sharing a life and a bed, he’d happily fuck you in missionary for the rest of his life, luxuriating in being able to watch your expressions, of looking into your eyes, of leaning down to breathe in the scent of your neck, and just loving you until you both come and then have a snack and watch something stupid on tv.

Lastly, I do believe that there are some things Sylus wouldn’t be into, no matter how sexually adventurous he is. I don’t think he’d be into degradation, at least towards you: he is not going to call you cruel names, because you’re the person he cherishes the most in the world. I think he’d just straight-forwardly tell you, “Beloved, that doesn’t do anything for me. If you really want me to, I can try,” but you’d know his heart just isn’t in it. He isn’t going to physically hurt you, either in a pain play way or just being too eager to fuck you to properly prep you. Edit: just look at the way this man handles his gun during quality time. He's not going to treat your body with less sensual respect that that fucking gun. If sex hurts for you, he’d feel like he’s doing it wrong, and he’d slow down or try a different approach until it doesn’t hurt, or he’d tell you he isn’t interested in whatever pain you’re asking for just like with the degrading language. If you’re into degradation, with him being the receiver, I can see him being into that because he seems to be so amused by you when you’re mean to him, but even then, there are so many times in game where he says stuff like, “you talk to that person so nicely, why aren’t you that nice to me” or how happy he gets when you do start doing kind things for him, or saying kind things. I think he lives for your praise much more than anything else, but whether you’re calling him names or calling him beloved, both are good, because you’re right there, finally, looking at him, loving him, and he can finally breathe again after so long without you.

And as for how I’m writing him in the current fic: I’m writing him with all of the foregoing in mind, and will be highlighting what kind of lover I think he is for this particular MC. I could just as easily write him being a very different lover, but still in-character, for an MC who is not so damaged and has a much more dominant personality in the bedroom (as opposed to current MC who is pretty much only dominant when killing and withdrawn/timid outside the battlefield, and who enjoys the soft, kindness-driven taking-the-lead loving that Sylus is capable of displaying).

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. And thank you for the interesting ask! Even if I disagree with your or anyone else’s take on him, at the end of the day we all love this character, and what you want or need from him is valid, even if it’s not to my taste or in line with how I view him.

[legionofpotatoes]

I know the discourse well is poisoned and no one hates bioware games more than bioware fans, but I am just 🫠 having so much fun with veilguard it's unreal. It is selfishly the dragon age game I always wanted. with less emphasis on cRPG, a more focused story, curated mission based design that spotlights the high fantasy stuff, slowburn structure with companions, significantly less sidequest bloat, and a fully real-time action-oriented combat system that isn't riddled with the growing pains of previous titles. when I first played origins I imagined something almost exactly like this as my ideal version of a sequel; and it was one of those dirty, selfish thoughts that I knew was disrespectful to the then-established DNA of the thing, but I can't help but feel giddy about having it here and now. like down to the shift away from the childishly dark tone and to something more inherently flexible with a baseline aspirational quality. I hate aesthetically depressing games so much. am I not alive right here and right now already

When I say "aesthetically" there though I do mean it. I'm fully on the opposite side when it comes to tone and positions expressed in the story itself. I am just not including that in my analysis because I am not done yet - so please no spoilers! I think I am where most people consider to be the second act, and I definitely have my gripes with the narrative framework and some of the optics, but I won't put the cart before the horse and will see how it wraps things up first. Above that level, in terms of how it presents itself, of how it plays, of how it balances its core pillars - it is such a bioware-ass game and I could not be any cozier in it. So grateful it exists

[deviiancetv]

Cinema Starview Presents: It Really Was Agatha All Along

I’m such a lover of the occult, witches, mystical beings and all, so Agatha All Along was a real treat to watch. As someone that loved The Craft, Practical Magic, Halloween Town, Wizard of Oz, Twitches, Hocus Pocus (sorta), AHS Coven, and many other witchy fictional stories in modern day media, this series falls right in line as a potential new comfort show to watch during spooky szn.

I’m not gonna lie, I still hate the name of this show, they could’ve came up or chosen a better name, but that’s not what’s important. Let’s just talk about how well this show was as a return to great storytelling from Marvel, cause they sure as hell have been flopping HARDCORE lately.

For starters can we just give it up to Kathryn Hahn!! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Kathryn is an amazing actress, her comedic timing is something of perfection. Her role as Agatha Harkness is both cunning, calculated, snarky, and yet deeply flawed and caring to her core. Her connection to Billy at the start of it all at first made me think Joe’s character was gonna be a mix of Nicholas and Billy, but Joe Locke being Billy makes a lot more sense. I loved how her story was both tragic and also had lots of depth to it.

I never did watch Heartstopper (don’t plan to) but he definitely fits the role. I think casting Kit Conner as his other half, Hulkling, would be THEE best casting decision and I hope they do that!! As for who Tommy will be, we’ll have to wait and see but I think Tommy will be introduced in that Vision series or maybe even Wonder Man?? And now that Ghost!Agatha and Billy are a team, I’m intrigued to see what adventures they get themselves in when finding Tommy

Might I add that Billy’s room is full of so much pop culture references!!! Like I’m jealous and I definitely need his room as my moodboard template.

I think I say this for everyone, that Aubrey Plaza kills it everytime in her roles. Her monotone and slightly edgy vibe is what makes her great for shows like this. Her role as Rio/Death was very poetic — the phrase “Death comes for us all” is so cryptic and yet so true. It’s the same thing with change being the only constant in life, and life is full of so many deaths and changes, but also there’s so much growth and birth happening all the time. I’m sure we’ll see Rio again, maybe if they FINALLY introduce Mephisto she could act as a henchmen or bounty hunter of sorts for him.

As for the other witches, Alice’s story was sad, but it didn’t feel fully developed as the other witches. Patti LuPone’s role as Lilia is soooo poignant and wispy (as they say). I love Patti’s roles so much, she’s become a favorite of mine over the years and her portrayal of a divination witch was phenomenal. Sasheer Zamata taking on this role was very interesting, I remember her time on SNL and to see her in a dramatic and whimsical setting like this was a nice change.

I’m just so glad her character Jen was able to be unbound by the spell Agatha placed onto her (as well as the cultural significance that represents). In a way, Jen was a final girl given everybody else died, Billy and Rio don’t officially count since they had grander importance than Jen does in terms of the MCU, but good for Jen. I hope we see her again someday.

This show was a nice return to form for Marvel. I’m not the biggest fan of how they treated Wanda in Multiverse of Madness, but I love the creepy supernatural factor that comes with this area of the MCU. I hope they keep it up, but by the looks of it, I’m sure there gonna be more mediocre content until we get to the end of this Multiverse Saga, however this was a nice break in between.

Jac Schaeffer has done it again ✨ they need to give her a raise and make her in charge of the supernatural sector of the MCU.

SCORE: 8/10 ⭐️

[wizardinggirl]

The Snake & The Raven

Summary: Severus has just proposed to you…what do you think is about to happen? *wink wink nudge nudge*

Warnings: I told y'all this would be spicy. There’s sex in here so read at your own risk. I put “***” borders to show where it begins and ends.

Go to the beginning here -> Prologue (1/2)

Last: Part 4 (I will link the next part at the bottom when it’s posted.)

Part 5: Let Me Love You

Word Count: 2.1k

You loved him so much. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life at his side, but you never thought he’d actually propose to you. You could honestly say you were genuinely surprised. With tears falling down your face, Severus began to fidget under your stare. You must have waited too long to answer. You smile brightly and hold out your hand for him.

“Yes!” you exclaim, and as soon as the ring is on your finger, you wrap your arms around his neck as tight as you can. He stands up and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you closer, his face in your hair. He let out a sigh of relief, bringing his hands from your back up to your shoulder and cheek, pulling you just enough away so that he could kiss your lips with more fervor than you had anticipated. You kissed him back with just as much passion, running your fingers through his hair, then gripped it at the nape of his neck. At that, he let out a growl that shot straight down your spine. You needed him. And by the look in his eyes when you broke the kiss, he needed you too. He smirked at you and before you knew it, the two of you were apparating, ending up at the foot of his bed and his hands were on you again.

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The two of you have had sex before, but there was an urgency in his movements, like maybe this was a dream and he wanted to enjoy it before he woke up.

His kisses were heated on your lips and down your neck. He turned you around and tugged you closer, pressing your back into his front. You let out a gasp at the contact. His desire was evident as he grinds into you from behind. His breath was hot in your ear and you mewled.

“Severus…” you let out a breathy moan, leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

“Mmm.” He hummed in response as his hands slid up your hips then to your zipper, sliding it down until your dress pooled at your feet. You turned and gripped onto Severus’ robes pulling them up and over his head; he tosses them somewhere on the floor then takes a step towards you, causing you to knock the back of your knees against the bed. As he continues to step closer you scoot back on the bed and he crawls towards you until you’re at the head of the bed, surrounded by his pillows. He crawls on top of you, in between your speed legs and goes in for another kiss, this one much softer than the last. You lace one hand through his hair and the other scratches gently on his back. He breaks the kiss and pulls away to look into your eyes, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. “I love you.” You run your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too.” You were as sincere as anyone could be and you knew you had to be for Severus’ sake. He didn’t think he was worthy of anything good in this world, and you were determined to prove him wrong. You pulled him back down to your lips for a deep kiss and slowly rolled your hips up into his. He groaned at the pressure. He moved his lips to your neck, leaving marks where he kissed. His hand snuck down to your clothed core where he ran his fingers along your entrance. You felt his teeth against your neck as he smirked at how wet you already were for him and pressed into you harder. You couldn’t help but let out a moan. “Severus…”

“What is it you want, my love?” You let out a huff and tugged on his hair.

“You know what I want.” You felt his teeth on your neck again, but this time he gave you a teasing bite.

“Indeed.” His other hand ran over your breast then around your back to unhook your bra and toss it to the side. The last thing to go was your underwear that he slid off of you slower than you would have liked. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was teasing you on purpose. His lips traveled down your neck to your collarbone then in between your breasts, exploring the newly exposed territory. He nipped at you as he made his way to one of your breasts and took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as his other hand massaged the other. You let out a breath and laid back your head into his pillows. He took his free hand and slid two fingers down between your folds, letting out a satisfied mumble when he did so. He made small circles around your sensitive nub that had you scratching his back just a little harder with one hand and the other gripping the sheets as you mewled under him. He alternated breasts and as he did so he slid those two fingers inside of you easily, causing you to let out a louder moan. He curled his fingers up in you at a slow, methodical, pace.

“Severus, please.” You begged, sounding more needy than you had intended. He let out a hot breath against your chest then brought his lips back up to peck yours before sitting up to slide off his trousers. The sight alone almost had you reeling. He was more well endowed than anyone would have ever guessed. It was a pleasant surprise the first time the two of you were intimate. He gained more confidence as you had assured him it was perfect, and far better than any you had seen. He leaned back down over you and rubbed his head between your folds. You were more than ready to take him and by the look of his swollen head and leaking precum, he was more than ready to take you.

“Say it again.” He commanded while still rubbing against you, agonizingly slow.

“Say what?” You ask, lifting your hips up to press into him. He uses his free hand to hold you down.

“Beg.” He says simply, in a Severus kind of way. Your half-lidded eyes meet his and he nearly looses it right there.

“Please, Severus. I want you.” He leans down to kiss you deeply then touches his forehead to yours as he lines up with your entrance, slowly sliding into you. You’re both breathing heavily as he bottoms out, one elbow resting next to your head, the other hand still gripping onto your hip. You felt deliciously full and let out a sigh as you adjusted to his size. You felt Severus shudder above you. When you looked up to his face, you clenched around him at the sight. He groaned at the feeling began to roll his hips slowly into yours, barely pulling out before sliding back in. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Severus,” you whispered into his ear, his movement faltering “faster.” He pushed himself up to look you in the eyes, a fire burning in his.

“As you wish.” And with that his pace quickens. He puts more weight behind his thrusts than he had before. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan. His hips stilled and the hand that had been resting on your hip is down on your chin, forcing you to look at him before you could ask why he stopped. “Don’t take your eyes off of me, darling.” You bit your lip and nodded, snaking your hands around his shoulders and into his hair for purchase. “Good girl.” At that he resumed his thrusts. It was hard for you to keep your focus on his face, wanting oh-so-badly to throw your head back in pleasure. Once Severus was more confident in his movements he opted for a more brutal pace, slamming into each time after pulling almost all the way out. At this point your moans were practically yells and he loved them. He loved that it was him causing you such pleasure, and he’d be the only one, always. That ignited something else in him, possessiveness maybe. In this moment he wanted to show you, you were his. There would be no doubts. Taking his hand from your chin that had been a barrier keeping you in place, now having to keep your face towards him on your own, he reached down to grab your leg and threw it over his shoulder. Getting even deeper inside of you. One hand yanked his hair while the other clawed into his back. You were determined, however, and kept your eyes on him even as they were trying to roll into the back of your skull. He pounded into you, eyes locked on yours. Gritting his teeth and grunting at some particularly hard thrusts. Neither of you would last much longer at this pace. He slid his hand down to your clit and began to rub fast, tight circles.

“Severus!” You yelled his name, holding onto him tighter if that was even possible. He doesn’t stop. The hand that you had on his back moved to grab onto his arm tightly. “Sev- Sev” your moans became more breathy and high pitched and he could feel you getting close. The look on your face nearly had him coming undone, but he wanted this to be perfect. He would wait for you. That cord of tension suddenly snapped inside of you and you let out a scream, throwing your head back, clawing at his arm and scalp while your heat held him in a vice grip. He could barely keep pace, but he didn’t need to. His hips began to stutter then he released inside of you with a loud groan. He gave you a few more hard thrusts for good measure, feeling you still clenching around him as he did. He collapsed ontop of you, gently letting your leg off his shoulder and back onto the bed. You both panted heavily as you recovered from such an intense high. After a few minutes of silence, your breath calming, you began to run your fingers gently through his hair. “I love you.” You said softly, voice still hoarse. You felt him smirk into your shoulder at the sound then he began to kiss up your shoulder to your neck where his lips lingered.

“I love you too.” His hands came up, gripping your breasts and massaging them softly, continued to suck on your neck. Your heart rate began to pick up, leaning your head back into the pillow, hands faltering as they went through his hair.

“Severus…” you moaned softly. Then whimpered as you felt him slide out of you.

“Yes?” He asks, but continues his ministrations, sliding down your body, lips trailing with him over your breasts, stomach, then to your naval.

“What are you doing?” You ask, glancing back down at him.” His slid his hands under your thighs and spread your legs back apart, kissing the inside of each one.

“There was something else I wanted to try.” He looked at you with half-lidded eyes and it was then that you knew there was going to be far more than one round tonight.

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You wake up to the feeling of the sun on your face as it peeks through the cracks of the curtains in Severus’ room. You stretch out like a car, rolling onto your back and let out a contented sigh. As you do, you catch a glimpse of the sparkling jewel on your hand. You turn it towards you to admire it with a giddy smile on your face. A large hand reached out to take yours, holding it gently. You turn to the side to meet Severus’ eyes and smile brightly at him. You pull yourself to lay the top half of your naked body on his bare chest, draping your arms over him and resting your chin on one of them.

“Good morning.” He says with a deeper voice than usual. Bringing his hand to run through your hair then rests it on your back, drawing small circles with his thumb.

“Good morning, fiancée.” You lean forward and give him a soft peck, he smiles against your lips at the title. His hands slide down to your hips and he pulls you on top of him fully. He captures your lips with his and you run your fingers through his hair, rolling your hips onto his. You had a feeling the two of you would be spending most of the day right here.

Phew that was spicy. Sorry it took so long. I wasn’t sure exactly how to write it and I’m not super confident with the spice but I hope it was okay!

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(I tried to tag everyone but some of you it said didn’t exist :( sorry)

[irasceris]

There's a lot they're not saying, that much is clear, but it doesn't feel like they have to. Because she's right. He does know her, and doesn't see anything of his current self in there, but the aspiration of what a past version could have tried to live up to. Somewhere. Whatever fragments of selflessness he's held onto have always come with a price someone else had to pay. The more lonely he's become the less of that he's taken on, until the full cost fell on whoever he claims he was helping in the first place. Prime example: Bonnie's life for Elena's. He's never thought twice. Neither has Bonnie. How similar were those motivations, really, when at the core of it, Damon's the only one to benefit? He could count on one - well, likely less than one - hand the number of people he's truly been good to, no personal gain to be had. That number dwindles when he thinks of who it's lasted with. Stefan may be the only left he could make a weak argument for, but Damon still managed to screw that one up pretty spectacularly. It just doesn't end.

"If I squint," he echoes, a half hearted agreement, then with more confidence, "You're a lot better at it than I am." Feels like he should warn her maybe, that love does destroy a person, and it's a dangerous edge to teeter on, but what does he know? It's habitual now, running from whatever burns him. Running back if it hurts bad enough. But that might just be Damon, and his chronic inability to face any problem he can't kill, snark, or bleed away. Bonnie just takes it all and then some, and if it's crippling in any capacity she doesn't let it show. And he's .. jealous of that, in a sick sort of way, when he knows he wouldn't have half the composure but would appreciate the faith. Even when - on the very rare occasion - she's failed, no one's given up on her. Why would they? It's Bonnie, perpetual good man in a storm. Damon fails and it's expected; feels like a set up to prove he's only good for making things worse. Maybe he leans into that too much to change, but it would be nice, he thinks, to be counted on to do the right thing. To shake the court of public opinion just that little bit. Can't be that worth it, though, if Bonnie's not gotten away totally unscathed. She said so herself, that she's lonely, too, all the way on that other side of the spectrum. Damon doesn't know if that's better or worse. Maybe it is the same.

He stretches out, wringing all those thoughts out along with him, until his back cracks and the bed makes some horrible squeaking noise from the splintered pallets beneath the mattress. Pauses to listen for any damage he forgot about, then settles into position again when he's satisfied. It's not that bad. Not something he feels like answering for right this minute, though. "Thanks for this." There's a sincerity that might shock both of them, actually, and while most things he says are to get a reaction this is genuine truth. "The platonic physical touch thing," emphasis for her benefit, "Letting me be .. weird about stuff. Not barbecuing my brain on sight. Means a lot." More than he can appropriately express, unfortunately, and because he doesn't trust himself even in this vaguely vulnerable position, has to add a joke of some sort. "You tell anyone about this I might have to kill you. Or, you'll have to kill me. Let me out of here with some dignity. I'll ... I owe you one." Or two or twenty, she can add it to his tab.

he's quiet for too long, but she doesn't push him on it. understands the risk that comes with loving someone all too well. but she should have pushed him, should have pressed his buttons, shouldn't have let herself forget for a fleeting second who she's with, because now he's gained the upperhand and thinks it's okay to tease her like that. gross. "i'm handsy," bonnie says, holding eye contact, because she knows exactly how to pay him back for being annoying, and it isn't with mutual teasing, it's with a humiliating truth. humiliating for him, anyway, "because you needed it. and it's helping. you're welcome for the gift of physical..." not affection. let's not give him that word as ammunition. "touch."

jeremy. it's the first time damon's dared to bring him up in her presence. "that was..." she starts the sentence before she knows where it's going. she's surprised, in fact, that she doesn't feel angry anymore. not right now. anger's been her constant companion, lately, in the weeks and weeks since elena's birthday; thought for sure it would linger here between them now, a shield against whatever's going on with this conversation, a surefire end to any jeremy subject. but tonight her body's loose, her own thoughts don't feel like bullets, and damon's face isn't her enemy. (it's just a little pathetic, like a pitbull she found on the side of the road.) and bonnie doesn't know if this is forever or if this is a consequence of exhaustion, so she finally continues, "him being human. him having a heart for someone else, not because he wanted to, but because ... sometimes things just turn out that way."

bonnie turns her gaze to the ceiling, because she doesn't need to see the look in his eyes. doesn't need to receive the judgment she's already been angling at herself ever since she took him back. because taking jeremy back wasn't easy, of course not. bonnie has more self-respect than that, but she also has—well, damon said it best, didn't he? she's one to talk. she's lonely, too. she wants to be loved, and she wants to love in return, and she wants it to be easy, romantic, everything. it's just that she isn't an eight year old girl dreaming about some make believe love, she's a grown woman who loved a boy with too much of it to give. and it just didn't all find her. and maybe that's wrong of her. maybe she doesn't have the respect for herself that she thinks she does, because it's her turning the other cheek, it's her saving everyone else's ass, it's her biting her tongue so she doesn't trigger someone else's grief, it's her making her entire year about getting revenge on behalf of the guy who cheated on her once. it's funny, looking at herself from damon's perspective. heartbreaking, a little, but this is who she is. who she's always been.

"i mean." she turns her gaze back to damon, returns that bump of his knee against hers, finally, in silent recognition that she isn't going to kick him out for the subjects they're landing on tonight. "you know me." better than he lets on, she thinks, if only because he never has a reason to talk about it and she doesn't ever want to ask. "you've been watching the whole time, ever since you came back to mystic falls, right? i don't mean this summer, i mean before that. and you encouraged me, actually. think about it. how many times have you been way too ready for me to die for elena?" a little smile; she's not hurt by the truth. it's just an open fact. and she would die for her best friend. for any of her friends. "that's just how i love, i guess. fully. completely. sacrificially. i'll let love destroy me if it's for the right reasons." her smile feels different now, though, the more she vocalizes it. the longer she watches him. "i guess ... i'm almost as unhealthy and messed up as you are, if you squint."

[timelessbian]

actually that ao3 post about calculating kudos-to-hits ratios to decide if a fic is worth reading has me so pissed off. someone put real time and energy into something they are SHARING WITH YOU FOR FREE on a site where you can quite literally filter and search by anything you want and you're STILL trying to find a foolproof method to find stuff that's "good enough to read"???

YOU ARE NOT THE TARGET AUDIENCE FOR EVERYTHING

you don't have to like or read everything in a given fandom or tag, but you also don't have to be a cunt about it and imply that it's not worth reading. this is the kind of shit that moves people to stop creating altogether, and to see people agreeing in the tags is so disheartening. absolutely unserious behavior.

[the-way-astray]

alright everybody can we please stop tagging me/talking about me in the notes of pro keefe/sokeefe posts. i know strieefe has made it so that it's really funny to talk about how much i love him and how much i'm in denial when i say negative things about him under those posts (and that's all in good fun and not the problem), but we have to think about the fact that the ops are just trying to make a positive post and probably don't want a keefe hater in their notes /srs

[crossbackpoke-check]

Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!

[lensman-arms-race]

I did the thing! (I actually wanted to do something with this prompt when I first saw it, but the stars weren't in alignment or something for my brain to produce the correct writing juice.) Kindle meets my character Phaeton - the sole human engineer working on Titan TV's crew.

'Too late, fucko,' the other entity thought - but didn't say. "I think this one's mine," the stranger - a human! - said, picking up one of their own spilled papers.

Kindle had never seen this human before, but knew this could only be Phaeton. (How many other humans in TV Base could there be, after all?) Wait - Phaeton the Titan engineer? Oh no, oh no, oh no, Kindle really did not want Phaeton to see these! Surely the human would mock its obsession-

"You are studying technical drawing?" asked Phaeton. "Sorry - I know you said don't look, but it was right in my foveas. It's pretty good," Phaeton continued as they handed one of the papers - a drawing of the TV Titan with doodled hearts in the margins - back to Kindle. "You remembered to include the freikugel couplings on the core array. Most people don't notice them and leave them out. Plus you properly added the asymmetry in the crown heatsink. A lot of people assume it's meant to be symmetrical and draw it as such on plans."

Kindle uttered a flustered squeak, and jumped at the realisation that it hadn't actually taken the paper off Phaeton. Nor had it answered Phaeton - Kindle quickly got its shit together and thought of something to say. "It's - it's like that to prevent resonance buildup - isn't it? The heatsink, I mean."

"Yeah, that's the bastard," said Phaeton. "Same kind of reason most humans have one bollock or one tit lower than the other one, I guess - prevents them banging together when we run."

"Oh! I... didn't know that," said Kindle.

Phaeton suspected that Kindle was embarrassed by the fact that many of its papers were all covered in hearts. "Honestly," said Phaeton, "I believe that to be a successful Titan engineer, you kind of have to be a bit obsessed with your Titan. And I know I'm not the only engineer who thinks that." Phaeton handed back some more heart-speckled papers to Kindle. "Oh, that one's mine," said Phaeton, taking one back. (It had doodles of farting bumholes and spunking dongs in the margins.) "I didn't introduce myself, did I? I am a Titan engineer - on your own Titan's crew, in fact. My name is Phaeton." Phaeton was intrigued by the short stature of this TV-unit. All other TVs could loom over Phaeton, but Phaeton could have used this one as a chin-rest.

"...You really think so?" said Kindle. "About the bit about obsession, I mean. Obviously you know your name is Phaeton." Kindle emitted a static-squeak of frustrated embarrassment at how incoherent it was being, and stalled for time by picking up the last few dropped papers. "Oh! I'm Kindle," said Kindle. There - that was a sensible response to someone telling their name.

"Well met," said Phaeton. They were picking up on Kindle's flusteredness but trying not to draw attention to it. "You know... if you'd like to meet the Titan, I could arrange that. I can't do anything about the other two factions' Titans; I don't have that much pull."

"Eek!" squeaked Kindle, almost dropping its papers again. "I mean... I don't want to take up your time or get in the way - I know you're a busy engineer!"

"Not that busy," conceded Phaeton, pulling out a paper from their own stack to show Kindle. Framing the the printed text were doodles of panicked skibidi toilets being pursued by angry bees and geese. "I don't remember this meeting but clearly I was bored out of my skull. Right now the Titan is between upgrade cycles so it's being kept in a state of T15." This state meant the Titan was being kept ready to deploy for battle with a maximum of 15 minutes' notice. "I could probably let you stick your head in and say hello- wow, are you okay?"

Kindle was so nervous at the prospect of actually encountering the Titan, it wanted to port away - an unkind thought flashed into its head of command-beaming Phaeton to forget this conversation even happened. But at the same time, it couldn't possibly pass this opportunity up! "Yes - I'm okay," Kindle made itself say. "I just... don't want to bother the Titan. Are you really sure it's okay for me to visit?"

"I am," said Phaeton. "Come, let's walk." They set off towards the hangar, and Kindle quickly followed. "I'm a Titan engineer, as I said," continued Phaeton as the pair walked, "and if I say it's okay for you to visit, then it is. And I know the Titan won't be bothered. The rest of the crew and I are hoping that things will quieten down enough at some point that we can start having scheduled visiting hours for the hangar, so anyone can drop in."

"Does the Titan approve of that plan?" asked Kindle, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"It was the Titan's suggestion," said Phaeton. "Oh, perhaps you don't know? The Titan loves every TV. Nobody planned it that way, but it turns out if you select a Titan from a pool of candidates the most loyal and devoted to the faction, and put it in a body designed to be the faction's ultimate guardian, with an intellect sized to match - well, the way its mind unfolds, it'll grow to love the whole faction. In retrospect, knowing what we know now, it was probably inevitable."

Kindle seemed stunned. Phaeton let it process that information, lest it drop its folder of papers again.

"You know," said Phaeton, "I was kind of a Titan groupie myself, before I got to join the engineering team. I first met it because I got voluntold for maintenance on its core. There's lots of disadvantages to being a squishy organic in a techfolk world, but it turns out being immune to magnetic fields is pretty handy. And from there I was smitten! The Titan really is as glorious and terrifying and beautiful as you're expecting - but it noticed me and was gentle to me and spoke kindly to me. And it always has. I just couldn't not meet it again! ...And you've probably heard about what came next. I became enough of a hanger-on that Engineer Zenith ended up giving me a position on the engineering team. They said it was because of my skill, but I suspect it was partly because I wasn't going to go away, so I might as well be useful. So, not a recommended method for getting a job, but it happened to work in my case."

Kindle's screen lit up a little brighter from having to take in all this information. 'Titan groupie'? Was that what it was? Kindle couldn't really deny it... "When you said the Titan loves everyone..." began Kindle, partly to show it was keeping up with the conversation, "It hasn't met me. So how can it?"

"You're about to find out," said Phaeton, as the pair rounded a corner.

Oh, they were here already- no, it was too early for Kindle! It wasn't ready yet... but it knew it would regret it forever if it didn't seize this opportunity!

Phaeton was already talking to the security guards at the hangar entrance, Kindle realised as it snapped itself out of its daze. One of the guards gave Kindle a visitor's pass to clip to its lapel (and gave Kindle a smiling emoticon).

Phaeton and Kindle entered. This was happening, this was really happening... Phaeton could tell how anxious-yet-delighted Kindle felt, and knew just how the TV was feeling.

Kindle felt more nervous still as its teleport-circuit prickled in the presence of the hangar's void-webbing. TVs could port themselves around within the hangar, but no-one except the most high-ranking individuals could port directly in or out - Kindle wouldn't be able to leave except the same way it came in. It was very tempting to do just that, and teleport back to the hangar bulkhead doors before noping out down the corridor... but Kindle endured. This was terrifying, but it was also just what Kindle wanted.

Phaeton thought of asking Kindle to port the pair right over to the Titan. The human often got around the hangar that way, hitching a lift with whichever TV was going in the same direction. Phaeton decided against it - it might make Kindle more nervous at having to not fuck up the teleport on top of everything else. Plus, the Titan deserved to be beheld properly, and the approach on foot would help Kindle do just that.

The Titan turned its head to find the owner of the unfamiliar yes-I-live signal. "Phaeton, you've brought a visitor," said the Titan. At this range... it was like the voice of the night sky, of the power in the storm. The Titan faced Kindle screen-on, that vast pane of static bearing down and transfixing Kindle with terror and delight. The Titan rippled its magnificent back-spikes with curiosity. "Eighteen-Ninety-Seven," said the Titan. It displayed a smiling emoticon on its screen and buzzed its speakers gently. "Well met."

Kindle was paralysed by sheer awe. It had seen every broadcast with the Titans, most of them multiple times, but that couldn't prepare it for the scale and magnificence of the entity before it... It was so frightening that it actually made Kindle feel calm from the sheer inevitability of the Titan. It was like a force of nature, only it had been shaped not by nature but by the greatest minds of the TV faction. The calmness Kindle felt was starting to feel more like serenity. 'This...' thought Kindle, 'This is my Titan.'

The last of the Titans, and the most powerful and perfect.

"Do not fear me," said the Titan softly, bringing its colossal screen closer to the walkway. "Dear Eighteen-Ninety-Seven," whispered the Titan, its voice a wave breaking on a stony shore in the dead of night. "Do not fear me. I couldn't bear that. I love you, dear one."

"...Truly?" Kindle said as it clutched its folder of papers.

"How can I not?" asked the pride of the faction. "I am your Titan."

Hey, Skibidi Tumblr! Let's do a writing exercise!

The last one I did was... a bit too complicated, I think. I got too excited; sorry about that. 😅 This next one is a lot more simple - and it's pretty dang cute too, in my opinion! <3

In case you missed it, here's the gist!:

Under the cut, I've written a little scene with dialogue involving some of my OCs (in this case, Kindle!). Anyone that wants to participate can reblog this post with their own characters, reacting and responding to the provided scenario!

If you aren't all that good at writing but still want to participate, then that's alright. Bullet points describing your character's thoughts or actions, or even drawing your OC's response are perfectly fine as well!

Have fun, everyone! Can't wait to see your responses! <333

Too engrossed in the art on the page, the short little TV unit in a black peacoat dress wasn't paying any attention to what was in front of it. As it walked down the corridor and rounded a corner, it bumped directly into someone and was thrown off-balance, stumbling this way and that. With a short staticy squeak!, it toppled to the floor, dropping its books and papers and scattering them everywhere.

As the TV sat up and regained its bearings, it realized what had happened. With another frightened, much louder SQUEAK!, it scrambled to gather all of its things off of the floor. As it did so, the stranger the TV bumped into couldn't help but notice the contents of the papers it had dropped: various pencil-and-pen drawings of all three of the Alliance Titans, all in incredible detail. Huh... a lot of these had hearts on them-

"EEEEK-!" The TV suddenly squeaked out, an embarrassed and flustered emotion plastered on its screen. "Oh my Titans, t-this is so embarrassing! N-nobody was supposed to see these! DON'T LOOK-!!! (⁄⁠⁄⁠>⁄⁠⁠⁄⁠⁄<⁄⁠⁄)"

[lambjock]

i think that viewing the little hope relationships as just ‘family’ ( specifically : blood family, ones with traditional roles and relationships, one bred from a nuclear familial structure ) has a habit of dismissing them entirely. it is not blood that binds them together, nor is it family structures, and throughout every iteration of their lives things change. sometimes they’re merely neighbors with a slim portion of blood relation, sometimes they’re bound by flimsy paper or war, and sometimes they’re students at a college following their professor around. the nature of their relationships change, as do their circumstances and surroundings, but they ( as a mismatched unit ) are eternally bound and divided by a child and an inherent, unescapable tragedy. the important aspect of their relationships is that they are agonized individuals who are stuck together and wouldn’t like to be. the important theme between them is that despite their determined suffering, all the bad ways they clash, and in spite of a bubbling self loathing so awful that it literally kills them, they have found love and comfort in each other anyway, or perhaps have realized a love that has always been there. there’s no ‘i love you as a daughter’ between angela and taylor, just as much as there isn’t any ‘i love you as a sibling’ between dennis and tanya. they just love each other. even the clarke family, arguably the most familial bond they have, still isn’t traditional. none of them are blood and all of them are strangers inside their own home. they don’t look alike and they don’t share dna and they typically don’t care for the facade of a family either, more content to treat each other like roommates at best, and that’s fascinating because why would they care? why would standard labels matter to souls as ancient as theirs? it’s just another flesh they adorn, it’s just another pain they’ll carry and shape and hate. idk! i just think forcing titles on it all is rather boring in nature, and actively hinders the genuine relationships there, in an attempt to have a rulebook of sorts to follow. i also just loathe how the found family trope is constantly turned into a literal family, when it was made to spit in the face of a nuclear family structure. but that’s just me <3

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

had quite the night drive earlier this evening.

[detective-piplup]

okay but like I joke about how much I like fireknight and how it consumes so many of my waking thoughts but it actually does . it does so much to me. a lot of it was built through fanon and clinging onto scraps from the games bc i doubt devsis will ever let them interact again but they are like insane to me.

fire spirit’s weird relationship with affection and love is also part of why I like them so much yes that was the source of the divine visions earlier .

nobody look at the tags of this post.

[themyscirah]

Thinking abt Jessica Cruz and the ability to overcome great fear again