#it also just stands to show the lingering affects of functionalism and how it’s kinda mutated and morphed to target people more on their

[ghostingcrows]

Also on the topic of RiD

I feel like we moved past the fact that the Bee put bombs in the Decepticons head and was actively threatening their lives if they didn’t behave a little too quickly-

I mean 

The good guys folks

[angellissy]

the good, the bad and the ugly

warnings: mentions of drugs, fighting !not physical!, Rafe punching a wall, sadness, please let me know if there is anything else that could potentially be triggering!

Rafe Cameron x Reader

based on this request : Are you willing to write Rafe x Reader in a relationship kinda way? 😙🥺 A|N: Again I did a headcanon because I really enjoyed writing the last one. This is called the good, the bad and the ugly because I believe that unfortunately that is how it would be to date Rafe. Big big thank you to my love cort for helping me and just being the person she is. so much love to her. 

Listen! To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra 

BEFORE

previous to dating Rafe, you despised him with every fiber in your body.

He was foul, rude, and had his head so far up his ass that he didn’t realize that there were people different from him.

Not to say that you were a selfless lifesaver, but you didn’t beat people up with a golf club.

Rafe did not especially like you either, but unfortunately for both of you, his sister was your best friend. 

It was just a regular day at the Cameron household, you and Sarah had been sunbathing, chatting about her stupid boyfriend. A douchebag in your eyes, a prince in hers. 

The sun and lack of hydration made you go into the house, desperate for something to extinguish your thirst.

Instead, you found Rafe Cameron leaning against the countertop, a cigarette situated between his lips.

“Smoking inside now?” You furrowed your brows at him, a disgusted look adorned your sunburnt features. 

With a few steps, you walked closer into the kitchen, opening a cabinet in search of a glass. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you found none, but it was soon replaced by a surprised gasp as a body pressed against yours.

 In the corner of your eye, you could see the boy behind you reaching for a glass in the top cabinet, his arm brushing past your shoulder.

You stood frozen in place, ignoring the shivers running up your spine.

“There you are, princess.” The heat from his body disappeared as he set the glass down, and with some hesitation you took it.

You turned to look at him, slightly biting your lips trying to figure out something to say.

“Surprised you even mentioned me, thought your head was too far up your ass to even notice anyone else.”

A small smirk played on his lips as he took a few steps closer to you. He placed his hand on the cabinet behind you, leaning his face closer to yours. 

“You’d be surprised about how much I notice.” 

Then he blew some of the cigarette smoke in your face, causing you to push him away and call him a disgusting idiot.

But still, for the following days, you couldn’t focus on anything else than the way his body felt against yours, and neither could he.

THE GOOD

Rafe Cameron loved you with his entire being, you were the only person that didn’t belittle him or invalidate his feelings. He loved you as his life depended on it, and in some ways, maybe it did. 

He was not great at expressing emotions unless it was anger, but the two of you figured that out together. 

He showed his love in the little things, like placing small kisses on your forehead when your head rested on his chest. 

Or squeezing your hand whenever you felt uncomfortable. 

Occasionally he would let the “I love you” slip through his thick walls, and when he did, the world melted away and it was just you and him.

He would bring you to play golf with his family or to go on boat rides but avoid fishing.

His family loved you, they had known you since you were a child, all thanks to your friendship with Sarah. 

However, you didn’t always love them or the way the treated the eldest child.

Rafe wouldn’t let you stand up for him, not wanting you to be the one to receive Ward Cameron’s wrath. 

But you tried, at least in subtle ways, that would be giving the parents gazes that could kill, and also occasionally scoffing whenever they tried to bring Rafe down. 

During those times, Rafe’s hand would be squeezing your thigh, trying to make you calm down. It worked, similar as too how your presence usually could calm him.

Then there were also those times when it would be just you and Rafe on the boat, he had stolen borrowed it from his dad. 

Your body would be situated between his thighs, his hands would be resting on the bare skin of your stomach. 

Droplets of water still adorned your skin, a reminder of how Rafe had convinced you to jump into the shimmering sea with him. With your fingers intertwined with his, you had leaped from the boat.

“Your skin is so soft.” He said, his voice had turned a bit raspy, making your cheeks heat up even more than they usually would. 

His fingers were drawing circles on your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps. 

You just nodded, leaning further into his touch, glad to be loved by him, and glad that you could love him.

Sometimes when the two of you went golfing, you would start running around the pitch, the boredom of golf always getting a hold of you. Much to his dismay. But it didn’t matter because he still caught you and spun you around when your body jumped onto his. He held you close when the two of you stumbled to the ground, and he couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face. 

“I love you” and he loved you more than anything, so he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. 

THE BAD

Rafe Cameron was a troubled boy, his mind was always clouded by something and it plagued him to such an extent that he coped with the help of illegal substances.

That? You did not support, but still, you would always be there for him. 

Holding his head against your chest as he silently cried, holding his hand whenever his father yelled at him and holding him back whenever he tried to start a fight.

But you couldn’t always be there to hold him and without you, he could not function. He did shit without even thinking about the consequences, leaving you to clean up his mess every single fucking time.

Rafe was sweet, but only towards you, he did not give jack shit about anyone else. In the beginning, you found it endearing, but as the months passed you found it troubling. 

You didn’t like the way he would threaten pogues and call them names, you no longer liked how he softened the second his eyes found you. 

But whenever you tried to talk about him about it, his fiery temper got the best of him.

“So what? I can’t show affection towards my girl anymore?” His cheeks would be red from anger, but his dilated pupils gave away the reason by his outrage. 

“I never said that I just said that it would be fucking nice if you showed it to someone else too, ever heard of human decency?” 

He would throw his hands in the air, say something about how you were unbelievable, and then leave you, all alone in his house. 

THE UGLY

You had told yourself so many times that you would never shed a tear over him ever again, but you broke that promise too many times. 

The taste of salt seemed to always be a lingering presence on your lips, but still, you couldn’t stop wishing for it to be replaced by the taste of his lips.

You left, of course, when he left you all alone in house, and you were adamant about never returning, not even for Sarah. You were done with this family, and you no longer wanted to be a part of it. 

You stayed in your bed, ignoring the calls that kept disturbing the stillness in your room. However, you couldn’t ignore it when he banged on your door and kept screaming your name. 

This served as the only time you were thankful that your parents always had work trips. 

“Let me in, let me in, baby please just let me in.” 

You would tear the door open, not wanting to hear his bullshit for one second longer. 

“Shut the fuck up, please just shut up.”

His eyes were dilated, and tears were streaming from them, running down his flushed face as he cried for you. When he saw you, he would get up, trying to get closer to you, stumbling with each step. 

“Let me in.”

You would shake your head no, tears escaping your eyes as you did. Your fingers were shaking as you gripped the door handle tighter, trying to ground yourself from the sadness and fear that was drowning you. 

His sadness would transform into anger in just a couple of seconds, you could see it in the way he looked at you.

“Just fucking let me in, okay? We’re fine!” His voice had turned into a yell, not the soft and caring one he always used at you. You backed further away from him, your grip on the handle had faltered. 

“We’re not.” You whispered, your heart shattered into tiny pieces as you said that, it was true but you hadn’t let yourself see that. 

He ran his hands through his hair, and before you had time to react his fist collided with the wall a few centimeters from your face, at the same time as a scream tore through his lips. 

A yelp escaped your lips as you fell to the ground in shock, the wind from his fist colliding with the wall had caressed your cheek, and that made you feel sick to your stomach.

He still had that furious expression plastered on his face, unaware of what had just happened. All he could feel was the anger, a consequence of the substances that flowed through his blood. 

Before he could do anything more, you jumped up and shut the door close, locking it with shaky fingers as a loud sob left your mouth. 

You fell to the ground, hugging your knees to your chest as he continued to bang on the door for hours to pass.

The door between you and Rafe had been closed, and you would never open it again.

[spaceorphan18]

do u have a ranking of klaine kisses? it's a bit of a weird question, i know.

Maybe it’s a weird question? But I’m going to have fun answering. 

Unfortunately, no gifs, cause I’m too tired to go looking for them, I hope you can be satisfied with stills. 

So, there aren’t really a whole lot of kisses to talk about here, which is sad, and let’s not get into times they should have kissed (**coughtonguetiedcough**).  I’m also not including times when Blaine kissed Kurt’s cheek, or when they were in an intimate embrace but lips did not touch.  

Bonus Moment -- That One Time On Tour

Not really canon, but it was hilarious and unexpected and forever talked about it, so worth mentioning.  (It was when they were in Dublin, in case you want to go looking it up on YouTube.) 

So, here we go, from least favorite to favorite! 

The Pity Kiss (The Break Up) 

I call it a pity kiss - because this was the writers literally throwing us a bone before screwing us over.  I’m not a huge fan of it because it’s a tad awkward (and quick - hence no actual photo), and Rachel literally throws herself in-between them like a giant, orange piano. 

The Bird Inspired Kiss (The Untitled Rachel Berry Project) 

I’m actually probably more annoyed by this one than the Break Up one, but bleh, break up one.  First of all, it’s so weirdly edited, that you don’t really even see them kiss because it’s cut away so quickly (hence another moment too quick to still.)  On top of that, this scene was a great, emotional moment scene - where they should have shared a real kiss while sitting on those steps, and instead, the writers decided to tack on a lame joke and this unsatisfying quick kiss.  

The Throwaway Kisses (The Back-Up Plan) 

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So, there are two quick, nothing kisses in this episode -- and they both have the same kind of function, so I’m talking about them together.  The first one I really, really love, the second is meh, mostly cause of how they edited the scene and it’s a weird way to cut it.  Mostly, though, what I like about these ones are that they’re nothing kisses you give your long-time partner.  It’s a sign of domesticity and comfort of being with your long-time partner, which is something that’s kind of cool.  We watched Finn and Rachel do this all the time in season 3, and Tina and Mike excessively do it in season 2 -- it’s nice that the gays get to be treated like normal couples. 

However, since they are kind of nothing kisses, they’re near the bottom, even if I think they’re important.  

Because of the Layers Kiss (The First Time) 

It’s essentially the same as the two above, but we get a clearer shot of it (not clear enough for me to still, though!).  It’s cute and sweet and the first tender moment we got since the first one! 

The Last Kiss (Dreams Come True) 

I kind of couple it in with the throwaway kisses, which all are here towards the bottom of the list.  I think it’s sweet to end the series on this note, a gay couple who is no longer afraid to kiss each other in the hallway, and a married couple who are now so comfortable with each other, kisses aren’t the be all and end all -- they’re just another way to show affection. 

The Married Kiss (A Wedding) 

So.... controversy time? I’m not the biggest fan of this one? Partly because they cut in the middle of it to go over to Brittana, partly because everything about it feels incredibly formal (which makes sense considering).  Out of all the ‘big’ kisses - I kinda wish this one had a little more behind it. 

The Experimental Kiss (Transitioning) 

This one is a little one-sided as it’s mostly for Blaine to confirm what his heart is telling him and Kurt’s just along for the ride.  I love the scene it’s in, and I love the moment, but I just kinda like the rest of them on this list just a bit more. 

The Reunion 1 (Love Love Love) 

Hell yeah, boys, you go get it.  I love the enthusiasm and passion of this one! It’s just so short -- just let them make out there in the courtyard some more - we won’t mind. ;) 

The Reunion 2 Kiss (A Wedding) 

I love Kurt’s sense of desperation and urgency and I love how Blaine just falls into it.  I do wish we had gotten a smidge more on the making-out side of things as it lingered, but I’m not really complaining.

The Sex in a Car in a Church Parking Lot in the Middle of the Day Kiss (I Do) 

The framing of this kiss is clearly hot, but it was more about the framing, and bodies, and clothes, and steamy window than it was about the kisses themselves.  The scene is amazing, but we didn’t get to see nearly as much making out as I (or America) would have liked. 

The Auditorium Kiss (The First Time) 

This is the kiss that made me fall in love with Klaine.  It’s passionate and in the moment and very romantic.  I’m knocking it a slight point for being weirdly off center - but they’re on a stage, and it still took my breath away, so I still love it. 

The Proposal Kiss (Love Love Love) 

This kiss was perfectly acted and shot, being the culmination of their romantic story (thus far).  I loved it.  It’s not the hottest kiss on the list, but it is the most romantic and it’s classically beautiful. 

Tina’s Dream Fantasy Kiss (New Directions) 

I’m still slightly shocked this even happen.  This is hot -- and the closest we ever get to see them fully in the process of having sex before it’s cut away or hinted at (even if it’s clearly at the very beginning -- and a dream sequence.)  Now, if Blaine would just straddle Kurt and they take off all their clothes.... 

The Make Up Kiss (New New York) 

So, what I love about this one was that it started out as a standard issue kiss, and involved into making out and neck kisses, which were clearly orgasmic by the look on Kurt’s face. I love the intimacy of it, I love the passion of it, and I love that it’s the end of a beautifully, emotional scene and explicitly is leading to sex.  Get it boys! 

The First Kisses (Original Song) 

This scene is really a thing of beauty.  The first kiss was deeply romantic, the second one was passionately hot.  Everything about this moment and these kisses were deeply satisfying -- especially since we had waited so long to see them hook up.  Really, the best kisses they had on the show.... 

Wait, a second... I’m missing one... 

The Elevator Kiss (The Hurt Locker, Part 2) 

I know a bunch of you are going to be screaming at me - cause I didn’t put the first kiss first, or that they still feel deeply uncomfortable about Sue being a stand in for the audience.  I do not care.  This kiss is hot -- like, I’m feeling things in my panties hot.  This is making out as it should be, Why did Sue bother to open the elevators - they would have done it right then and there.  This is my favorite kiss, because it’s hot and intimate and passionate it and lustful and making out and all the things.  

There ya go! :D Whoo - is it me or is it hot in here? ;) 

[lokisrare]

yours pt. 2

PART ONE HERE

pairings: george mackay x ofc.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: smut +18, oral (f and m receiving) and basically narrated porn. 

a/n: pure sin, it’s just the quarantine affecting my hormones and this also kind of has a breeding kink?? maybe idk well enjoy and let me know what u think, ily and stay safe oh and i didn’t proof read

When her head started spinning and everything suddenly became funny (even competing with George to see who could turn each other on the fastest) Danna thought maybe she shouldn't have drunk all those vodka shots plus the cocktail.

She felt Lacey's hands tug on her arm, trying to get her attention as Danna's eyes were only focused on the tall blonde guy who she called boyfriend.

"Dance with me, c'mon." The girl slurred as she turned her around so Danna's back was against Lacey's front.

When she was fully against her friend, Danna looked around for George but he was nowhere to be seen on the dancefloor now and she felt kinda disappointed, the game they both were playing was starting to become really fun.

"The boys are back on the couches, by the way." Lacey said against her ear as they grinded on each other.

Danna directed her eyes towards the place and there he was looking like a god making her legs forget how to function for a split second, drink in hand with his legs spread, his whole demeanor seeming like an invitation to sit on his lap.

George caught her staring and smirked, he wasn't so far away, so she could see half of his face, the way he was biting his lip so immersed on her dancing seductively with the other girl.

"I'm gonna get another drink." Danna said leaving almost immediately, not even caring if Lacey said something back.

When she got to the bar, George was already walking over to her, eyes fixed on her body looking up and down like he was ready to devour her body, she felt weakness overcoming her whole body. She wanted him. Badly.

He stood besides her while she ordered, simply staring at her. Danna wanted to punch him for not trying anything the only thing he was managing to do was making her sexual frustration grow.

"Are you going to stare all night?" She turned to him while the bartender handed her the vodka shot and she drank it immediately.

George chuckled, getting closer and resting his right arm on the bar table as he lowered a little so he could be face to face with her.

"No. I intend to fuck you so good you can't even walk tomorrow." Danna smirked, leaning in to trap his lip between her teeth, earning a a subtle groan from George.

"Then take me home."

"What about staying till the end?" He asked, lowering his hand, resting it on her waist.

"It's 3am, George. And I don't know if you haven't realized yet but Clara and Kit are nowhere to be seen."

And that was it for him, grabbing her hand he leaded her outside just waving everyone goodbye before rushing out of the place.

He stopped a cab. The ride was short, their loft no more than 12 blocks away, but the tension made it seem like the longest one ever. George placed his hand on her tight the whole ride, tightening the grip now and then making Danna wish he would come closer where she needed him the most.

When they finally got to the building Danna sighed, 4th floor, fuck. When did she thought it was a good idea.

"Elevator's here." George said letting her get in first.

Once the doors were closed he turned around, a devilish smirk plastered on his face as he approached her placing one of his hands on her waist and traveling the other one from the curve of her tits to her throat, tightening the grip.

"Are you going to take me like a good girl tonight?" He asked gracing his lips against hers. She closed her eyes waiting for him to kiss her. But the sudden lost of contact made her look at him instantly.

"I asked you something, Danna." His right hand going from her waist to grip her core, making her let out a throaty moan.

"Y-yes. I will."

George hangs left her body, the feeling of his touch still lingering. The doors opened and George wasted no time on taking her hand again, opening the door from the loft and getting both of them inside.

Leading her to the leaving room, he sat on the couch in front of the huge window. Danna stood in between his legs not knowing what to do, the arousal being too much for her to handle.

“What do you want?”

Her knees almost gave out trying to come out with an answer for him but his hand are already holding up the hem of her skirt, running a finger over the wet spot on her underwear.

"Do you want me to take care of you, princess?" His fingers tossing the fabric to the side so he could touch her throbbing core. "Do you want me to show you how you're the only one for me?"

He reached for her hand placing it on top of his growing bulge, Danna groaned feeling how hard he was already. And just for her.

"Strip." George commanded.

Danna's hands traveled to her white top, taking it off slowly, his eyes focused on her chest, he bit his lip when her tits were full on display for him to see.

She got rid of her skirt and panties almost too desperately, taking a few more seconds because of George intense glare making it impossible for her to unzip the damn thing.

When she got down to take of ther heels that's when George first spoke after a while.

"Leave those on."

He gets up, grabbing her by the waist and switching places. Now she was sitting on the couch as George kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her legs exposing her completely to him.

"I’ve been dreaming of this sweet pussy the entire day."

He waisted no time and swiped his tongue on her folds, making her moan out loud, her entrance quickly getting wetter.

George kissed her clit and drew circles on it with his tongue sucking it lightly, the whole thing driving Danna insane, the guttural sounds coming from George's throat were enouh to make her come undone.

"Oh fuck, George, don't stop!" She said grabbing the sides of the couch as her eyes roll back, the pleasure becoming too much.

“So fucking delicious.” He murmured against her core, slurping and pressing his lips against her swollen clit.

Danna's whole body trembled uncontrollably when he inserted a finger, thrusting it along with his tongue.

George lifted his head, looking at her directly into her eyes, the lower half of his face glistening, finger still pumping inside making her moan while they stared at each other's eyes.

"Cum." Was all he said before diving back down to suck harshly on her clit while adding another finger, scissoring his digits inside of her. Danna's whole body shaking as she came undone.

"G-George, FUCK." He smiled proudly as he watched her.

He stands up taking of his shirt as Danna looks up to him, feeling drained but still needing the feeling of him filling her completely. He takes off his hand along with his boxers, his cock hard with pre-cum on its tip, making Danna sat up immediately, wanting to taste it.

George places a hand on the back of her neck, grabbing a handful of her hair throwing her head back.

"You want this?" He asks her, his lips almost touching hers. She felt desperate wanting him to kiss her and George smiled cockily looking at her.

He pressed his lips to her harshly, Danna moaned against his lips, George tugged her hair as the kiss became more and more needy, tongues touching, lip biting, she felt so immersed in the kiss that when he let go of her, she huffed.

"Suck it."

George moaned deliciously when she reachs out to take him in her hand. Leaning in, Danna gave the head a lick, tasting the precum.

His hand gripped her hair tighter, letting out a loud groan as she wrapped her lips around the tip sucking harshly. George eyes rolled back at the feeling.

Danna gripped his hips as pushing and swallowing as much as she could, jerking off what she couldn't fit in her mouth. George looked down at her, their eyes connecting as she sucked harshly.

For her, it was the best feeling knowing she was able to put George in such a vulnerable state.

She groaned feeling him hit the back of her throat, the vibrations almost sending him over the edge.

"Oh fuck, Danna." George grabbed her hair harder guiding her movements, making her gag once or twice, her eyes starting to water.

"You loves this cock so much, don't you." He lets go of her, Danna's hands trying to reach him back not caring about how desperate she might be looking, George smile was wicked.

He led his cock back to her mouth, fucking it, enjoying the sensations everytime she moaned, "you really are a little slut for this cock, aren't you?" George said thrusting harder feeling his own realise approaching.

When he was almost there, he let go of her hair and hooked his arms under her knees, pulling her far enough that her legs were hanging down the couch.

"Wanna come inside you." His voice so deep and commanding, Danna wasn't sure if she would last long.

He put two fingers in front of her, Danna leaned in starting to suck them under George's intense stare.

"Good girl." He said stroking his cock and using those two fingers to spread her folds, "so pretty."

Danna was already on the edge when George got closer to her, sliding his tip up and down her throbbing pussy.

"Oh god! George!" Her eyes rolled back when he pushed in one slide, her body shaking with the sudden stretch and filling her up. He was so big.

"Oh fuck." He groaned as he started to move, his eyes fixated where their bodies connected, "your pussy taking my cock so well, fuck." He threw his head back, and Danna moaned at the sight: his biceps were in total display since he was grabbing her waist with such strength which she loved, his showing on his neck and his arms travelling down all the way his abs. He was indeed a God.

"H-harder, George, please!" She groaned feeling his cock twitch inside of her.

George eyes darkened as he placed a hand on top of the couch, both of their chest touching as he lowered and sucked on her tits then all the way up to her neck, picking up the pace sending both of them into a frenzy of hair pulling and back scratching.

"Oh, f-FUCK." She screamed feeling George's cock reach the right place inside of her.

"You're taking me so good, princess, oh God." George took her face and kissed her roughly, "will you let me to fill you up?"

Danna wanted so bad to speak but the words wouldn't come out as the known feeling was growing inside of her as she reached her peak, she started nodding desperately at him.

"Please, yes, yes, yes, I-I..., OH" she was cut off by George's hand rubbing her clit, "I want you to, oh my GOD, come i-inside my, George, PLEASE."

"I‘m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna put it all in you.”

He buried his head on her shoulder and fucked her harshly.

“Oh god,” Danna cried  when George lifts her leg by hooking his arm under and pulling it back to him so he’s in much deeper and hitting all the sweet spots.

George drove himself completely in her when he came, thick fluid gushing inside of her pulsating core, the thrusting not stopping until her insides were completely filled.

He’s pulled out gently, slow and careful so Danna could adjust. He pushed the strands of hair stuck on her face and kissed her forehead sweetly, the previous dominant George fading completly away as he takes care of her.

He got up, lifting her up bridal style and walking to their shared bedroom, George placed her carefully on the bed, Danna covered herself while he got in too.

"You ok?" He asked while Danna cuddled up on his chest, legs tangled.

"Yes...," she whispered. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you earlier. I trust you. I just can't help it."

George chuckled.

"It's fine, you were right though, she's been after me the whole time we shot this bloody movie." He looked down to her, smiling and she pecked him on the lips, "I belong to you, completely, body and soul, you don't have to worry about other people."

"I do too, George. I love you." She said hugging him tighter and he kissed the top of her head, smelling her floral perfume and feeling at home.

[distant-rose]

Villains That Live in My Head (1/4)

Notes: I made a promise back in June to @effulgentcolors a story about dealing with intimacy and PTSD and I’m like two months late. Lyubi, I’m truthfully sorry for how late this is but admittedly, I’ve been struggling with this subject material because it’s not just PTSD, it’s violent PTSD episodes so we’re straddling a very thin line which could constitute as domestic violence, which naturally makes me  uneasy. However, I think it’s important to stress that the violence depicted in this story is not due to any sort of maliciousness but due to a violent PTSD episode and this story is about exploring how to deal with trauma and intimacy issues and get past such issues as a couple. This is some hard, heavy and upsetting stuff, but I’m trying to be as sensitive and tentative to the material as I can. I can’t stress enough that this isn’t going to be for everyone and to approach with caution because this is a story about violent PTSD and accidentally hurting your partner, and please read at your own risk. A special thank you to @initiala and @shireness-says for helping me struggle bus through this story. Summary: The wounds made when we're young tend to linger. It’s something Killian and Emma learn a little too well when a well meaning surprise goes terribly wrong.  Word Count: 3,300+ Rating: M

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The truth is that Emma Swan has never had a real boyfriend, so to speak.

Sure, she was with Neal during her teenage years, but their relationship wasn’t necessarily conventional. Born out of loneliness and camaraderie, theirs was based mainly on survival, and survival doesn’t mean dinner dates in fancy restaurants or going to the movies. The most romantic thing he ever did for her was steal a family pack of pop tarts and some boxed wine when she turned sixteen and she thought it was the sweetest thing to ever happen. That had been the pinnacle of romance for her until “pick a partner who knows what he’s doing” and “ you traded your ship for me?”

She’s so out of her depth when it comes to being in a real relationship, but so far, it seems to be going great. Killian is attentive and generous with affection, which comes in a variety of forms from bringing her coffee every morning to playing with her hair. He listens to her when she de-stresses after work, plying her with alcohol and... not sympathy, necessarily, but empathy and an understanding that everyone else seems to lack. Everyone views her as the Savior, including her parents, but it’s nice to have someone who just sees her as Emma. 

And then there’s the sex. Which is another story altogether. 

It’s good, don’t get her wrong. He’s surprisingly sweet and very generous, with soft eyes and even softer touches. However, it’s also intimidating, because while Emma is the one-night-stand wonder, she wouldn’t call herself particularly knowledgable when it comes to sex. It’s mainly been insert Tab A into Slot B, repeat until satisfaction (and more often than not, no satisfaction - but that’s another story altogether). Such relationships didn’t necessarily lead to a lot of exploration or discovery. Quite simply, you don’t ask a complete stranger to help you discover your kinks unless you’re a serial killer or preternaturally uncomfortable in your own skin. Emma was neither of those things. So, her experience, while lengthy partner-wise, didn’t necessarily extend beyond what was considered relatively standard.

Killian, on the other hand seemed to have a fountain of knowledge and experience.

He didn’t necessarily brag about it to her per say -- aside from his rather outrageous innuendos -- but there was a certain sureness and innate knowledge that wasn’t something you could necessarily fake, and could only come from wealth of experience. While there had been some fumbling in the beginning (usually on her end), he was nowhere near as clueless as others had been on how to touch her. It had been more like watching someone relearn a path rather than discovering it for the first time. And while it’s been great to be with someone who didn’t need a road map to her clitoris, it was also a bit disconcerting to be someone who was, quite frankly, a lot more experienced than you. 

And even more mortifyingly, teaching you things about sex despite getting your v-card swiped more than a decade ago.

It makes her feel like she’s being trained a bit. And honestly, she kinda hates that.

She doesn’t like the fact that he seems to be leading her around a training ring like she’s some skittish horse and he’s some absurdly patient seasoned equestrian. It makes her feel foolish and, even worse, she can’t help but feel like she’s boring him. And the last thing she wants to bore him.

(Boring means getting left behind.)

She knows it’s irrational to think so, but there’s nothing Emma is more terrified of than being left alone again. Sure, she has her family, and her boyfriend literally gave up his home and his entire way of life to be with her, but that fear runs deep. No matter how many justifications her parents, Neal, or anyone else give her, that pain doesn’t just disappear.  

(In the spirit of Jake Peralta: cool motive, still abandonment.)

She isn’t sure that she’s in love with him. Considering the fact that her parents are the Olympic gold medalists of True Love, she’s more than a little gun shy when it comes to even broaching that subject. However, she knows she doesn’t want him to leave. She wants more than anything for him to stay.

And that’s how she reaches the decision to “spice” things up.

(And naturally, as it is with all situations where someone tries to perfect an already good thing, it blows up in her face. Spectacularly.)

She doesn’t remember how she settled on the idea of bondage, but it’s something she’s the most familiar with, and all kinky things considered, it seems pretty low level; exciting, but not as far out there as some of the other things she’s come across when perusing for ideas. She’s not looking to do anything Fifty Shades, but she thinks it might be fun to tie him up and make him the focal point for once. Killian always focuses on her, and it might benefit their relationship for things to be a little less one-sided when it comes to the bedroom.

Besides, Killian is a pretty adventurous guy, and a pirate to boot. She’s pretty certain he’s had more than a few nights of debauchery, featuring far more lewd acts than a little light bondage play. Hell, she wouldn’t be remotely surprised if he’s been involved in an orgy or two. He’ll probably find her plans as vanilla as everything else they’ve been doing.

(You know what they say when you assume. It makes an ass of you and me.) 

She doesn’t tell him her plans, mainly because she can’t imagine he would object and also because she wants to surprise him. After letting him take the lead in this aspect of their relationship, she wants to show him that what she lacks in experience, she can make up for with a willingness to explore new things. She wants to be on his level, not someone he needs to teach.

So, she doesn’t tell him. She just brings a box of condoms, a pair of cuffs and a smile.

It starts the way it always does - with a kiss that has them both swaying side-to-side until they teeter awkwardly backwards into his room. She chucks her bag on the nightstand, only to have it smack the table lamp and send both items to the floor. She can’t bring herself to care when she has Killian splayed out on the bed below her, pupils blown wide, lips bruised and noticeable tenting in his incredibly tight pants.

(Seriously, is he capable of wearing anything else? She might have to buy him a more relaxed fit, if only to help her sanity. While he doesn’t have much of an ass, they highlight the muscles in his thighs and make her eyes jump to places that aren’t necessarily appropriate for the public.)

And then there’s the hair.

She loves his hair and the way it’s starting to get a little longer and curl over his ears. She loves tugging on it and the noises he makes when she does. She leans forward, unable to resist threading her fingers through the dark strands as she tilts his head up for another kiss. He accepts it enthusiastically, a low pleased grumble emitting from the back of his throat as she gives his hair a playful tug. He pulls her into his lap, hips rolling upwards with impatience.

Clothes are shed gracelessly. It takes more than a few tries for her to unbutton his vest, cursing him for choosing such finicky clothing. It’s just so typical for him to pick style over functionality. He laughs at her impatience, eyes twinkling with amusement. She wants to rip the bloody thing off.

(Holy fuck, she’s starting to sound like him.)

“Why so impatient, love? We have all night,” he asks, chuckling as she finally manages to undo his buttons. 

She doesn’t respond immediately, more focused removing his hook from its brace and placing it on the nightstand. More articles of clothing have fallen victim to that hook than she cares to count, and she has such a limited wardrobe as is.

“Maybe I have plans,” she responds with what she hopes is a coy smile. 

Both of his eyebrows rise at this, a smirk spreading across his lips as he settles back on his elbows.  

“Plans?”

“Yes,” she says, running her fingers along the length of his collarbone. “Plans. Fun plans. And if you’re good, you might even find out what they are.” 

“I’m not sure I’m capable of being good,” he responds, leaning up and placing all too brief kisses along her jaw and neck. “But I promise you, you’ll certainly like it when I’m bad.” 

“We’ll have to see about that.”

She pulls him into another fierce kiss, using it to distract him as she reaches back to riffle through her bag for her cuffs. It gets a bit awkward, the angle not quite right, but Killian does his best to make it work. When she finally gets her prize, she makes a noise of triumph against his lips before pushing him back against the bed and reaching for his wrists. 

“Swan!” 

Killian’s eyes go wide with shock, growing even larger as he catches sight of the handcuffs. Emma expects it, but it doesn’t last long. His face contorts into a new expression, one that’s far from the enthusiasm. 

She doesn’t get much time to process it, however because the world turns suddenly on its axis. 

One minute she’s straddling his thighs, trying to handcuff him, and the next thing she knows, she’s on her back with Killian looming above her with his only hand pressed to her throat, and not in a way that’s remotely friendly. His fingers dig painfully as they press into her windpipe, cutting off her oxygen. Every muscle in his body is tensed and his chest keeps heaving as if he’s struggling to breathe. His eyes aren’t shocked; they’re panicked. 

They stare at each other for a few seconds, Emma still stunned by the turn of events while Killian looks more like a frightened animal than a person. Her lungs burn painfully and she chokes a bit as she tries to breathe. He jumps at the sound, his face changing from frightened to horrified. He pushes himself away from her forcefully, propelling his body until he’s precariously close to falling off the bed. He pulls himself into a sitting position and turns his back to her, fingers gripping the side of the bed as if holding on for dear life. Emma lays there, mind reeling, still stunned by the sudden turn of events. Her fingers move to touch where she can still feel the hard press of his palm. 

A million questions buzz in her head, each too fleeting for her to truly grasp but each more panicked and disturbed than the next. She doesn’t know what the hell just happened, but her pulse is thundering loudly in her ears and she has the same feeling of ice water in her veins that she did in the Clocktower when Gold was about to crush his heart.

Killian still has his back to her and while she can’t see his face, his shoulders are shaking, and she can still hear the harshness of his breath even over the chaotic orchestra her insides are playing.

“I…” The vowel sounds hoarse leaving his mouth. “I…I’m sorry…I…” 

He reaches for his clothes, pulling Emma away from the hornet’s nest in her head. She sits up, on instinct reaching out to him. He flinches and inches further away from her hand, which somehow hurts more than when he tried to choke her. A wounded noise emits from the back of her throat. He doesn’t acknowledge it. He picks up his shirt and pulls it over his head one-handed. It’s on backwards but he doesn’t seem to care.

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“I need to go,” he says shortly, not looking at her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but her words fall short. Emma doesn’t know what she wants to say. She knows she should say something, but what exactly, she doesn’t know. She still hasn’t processed what exactly happened.

Emma can still feel his hand on her throat.

(What the hell just happened?)

She’s still trying to answer that question, while Killian’s haphazardly pulling on his boots. She raises her hand again, but pulls it back. She wants to touch him, to do something, but she doesn’t know what to do and she can’t bear the sight of him pulling away from her again, like she’s something vile. 

Before she can even come to a course of action, the door slams shut. And she’s alone.

(Again.

She’s alone again.)

The thought leaves her feeling frozen, like she’s back in the ice prison again except this time she’s not surrounded by ice. It’s inside of her spreading over each and every one of her organs. She wraps her arms around herself in attempt at...warmth? Comfort? She isn’t sure anymore.

She isn’t sure of anything.

(What the hell just happened?)

One minute they were fine and about to have a good time, and the next thing he’s attacking her and then suddenly he can’t even look at her. All of it happened so fast that she’s still not quite sure what caused all of it. What the hell did she do?

She gets up, pins and needles shooting through her legs. They’re completely unhappy with her after sitting on the bed for so long. She doesn’t know how much time has passed, but she knows she needs to do something. Walking into the ensuite and turns on the light, she winces at the harsh intensity of the fluorescent bulb; sucking in a breath when she catches sight of herself in the mirror.

There’s an angry red ring around her throat.

She touches it again, this time more tentatively. The flesh is tender and a small hiss leaves her without her permission. Killian is long gone, but the phantom pain of his hand is still there. It had only been a few seconds but the feeling and the fear refuses to leave. 

Fear.

The realization hits her like whiplash. She had been afraid of him. He could have hurt her.

He did hurt her.

(Why?)

She doesn’t have any answers. She doesn’t know what she did for Killian to act like this, but he’s left her and she’s pretty certain he isn’t coming back. 

She hates the fact that hurts her more than the potential bruises.

Angry tears form at the corner of her eyes and she splashes water on her face to keep herself from seeing them. She glances at the clock, not necessarily because she’s interested in the time so much as she doesn’t want to see herself reflected in the mirror.

2:00.

Fuck.

She should leave. She hadn’t been planning on going back to the loft, but she knows she can’t stay here even if Killian doesn’t plan on coming back. She needs to get out of here and sleep somewhere else, where the imprint of his hand can’t follow her.

She pulls her hair into a messy, half-assed ponytail, not bothering it to smooth out the awkward bumps. Her limbs feel as heavy as lead as she puts on her clothes. She wants nothing more than to sleep, but she can’t. Not here.

The streets of Storybrooke are deathly silent as she walks back to the loft. It’s a cool night and the chill highlights the unnatural warmth pulsating from her neck. She pulls her jacket tighter around her. It has always been her shield from the world, but it’s protection was futile. What she needed protecting from had already gotten past her walls.

She can’t stop thinking about it, her brain like an old scratched DVD, playing the same scene over and over again in her mind. She can’t help but relive that moment when he was above her and she couldn’t breathe. She still remembers the look on his face; eyes wide, nostrils flaring and cheeks white. It hadn’t been anger on his face.

It had been fear.

What the hell did he have to be afraid of? He wasn’t the one with the hand on his throat.

Why did he do that?

Why did he leave?

The questions swirl around in her mind as she attempts to unlock the front door of their building. It takes her an embarrassing three tries to open it, but when she finally did, a sense of relief came over her. She’s home and she can sleep.

She’s so tired.

The door to the loft groans as she opens it, sounding unnaturally loud in the stillness of the night. The noise wakes the baby, his wails as ear-piercing as thunder. She can hear her parents waking up behind their curtain. 

She can’t face them. 

Not right now. 

Not after everything that happened with Killian.

She races across the room instead, making her way up the stairs. Her hands tremble as she clings to the bannister like it’s a life line, each ascending step feeling heavier and more precarious than the last.

It’s a relief when she finally reaches her bed and crawls underneath her covers, pulling them over her head in an attempt to cocoon herself away from the world. She wants to escape, to find some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, Little Neal doesn’t seem to want adhere that desire. His screams keep getting louder and louder.

“That’s a mood if I ever heard one,” she mumbles, burying her face in her pillow.

Her mother’s soothing voice sounds throughout the apartment as she attempts to lull Neal back to sleep. Slowly, the cries quiet down and the growing silence echoes inside of her. It’s then that the anger gives away to immeasurable sadness, tears dribbling at the corners of her eyes and leaking down her cheeks.

Once again, she’s alone and no one wants her. Not her parents. Not her brother. And especially not her pirate boyfriend, if he’s even her boyfriend anymore. She’s not so sure.  

(What the hell happened?)

It’s frustrating to be in this position again, hurt and confused as to why. She should have known it wasn’t going to work. She’s never been in a healthy and real relationship before and it was silly of her to think otherwise. She should have known it would blow up in her face.

(But why?)

(Why?)

(Why?)

It’s the question on her mind keeps playing over and over in her mind as she falls into a fitful slumber, hoping against hope that sleep will bring some clarity.

It doesn’t.

[adventuresloane]

Lup, Raven Queen, Barry, Ango and totally Ren. ;) maybe sloane also! For the HC meme❤️

(for this meme)

Kat this is……SO many oh my lord. I’m gonna put most of theseunder a cut!!!  You’re a doll tho thanksfor all the asks.

Lup:

A) What I think realistically: I love the idea that,contrary to popular belief, she’s the younger twin! When they were kids, Taakowould always be the one who had to get her out of the trouble she got herselfinto. Taako’s always been a bit more pragmatic, but Lup just couldn’t standdisrespect towards her or her brother and would always address it. She stood upto people and probably bit off more than she could chew a number of times,meaning Taako had to help her out of a tight spot.

B) What is fucking hilarious to me: Lup at one point had apretty major crisis in her life because she loves to cook for people anddesperately wanted to show her affection for Barry by cooking for him, but.This man has lived off late-night hot pockets out of his laboratory microwavefor years. He doesn’t have a palette. One time she overheard him call ketchupspicy and she just kind of stared at the wall for five minutes. She spent manyan evening slaving over recipe books to try to find SOMETHING decent that thisuncultured man would actually enjoy.

C) What is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict onfriends: She’s got…a number of lingering issues after her release from theumbrella. There’s a lot of talk about how she develops claustrophobia, andwhile I think that’s certainly true, I think another thing that leaves hershaken is the utter darkness inside the staff. Before she was able to get herpowers back to create fire, the darkness in there must have been absolute andchilling. Imagine how long she lay there entirely blind and unable to make outanything. I don’t think she can sleep with the lights off anymore. She alwaysat least leaves the hall light on outside the bedroom, but even that’s notenough much of the time, and she often plays with a little fireball in herhands until she can’t keep her eyes open anymore, so that she knows there’sstill light where she is.

D) What would never work with canon but the canon is shit soI believe it anyway: Griffin says that the Legato performance was the firsttime the rest of the IPRE crew realized that Barry and Lup were in love butcome the fuck on. These guys??? They’re so incredibly obvious and crazy foreach other. Even if they didn’t tell their family explicitly EVERYONE knew forYEARS.

Raven Queen

A) Every raven in Faerun is at her beck and call. The birdshave a bit of magic to them inherently and find it easy to slip from plane toplane. She’ll dispatch them to carry messages or keep an eye on things for herand report back. She VERY rarely comes to the mortal planes, but you can alwaystell when she’s on her way. Thousands of ravens circle together tightly in thesky, their iridescent wings shining, and from the almost blinding andotherworldly shimmer a portal forms through which she comes.

B) Has motherly instincts towards Kravitz but no concept ofwhat being a parent to a former mortal actually entails. At what age does onestop picking up mortal children? 35? Her idea of mother-son bonding is enactinga blood oath. She’s trying her best.

C) Kravitz became her “ward” of sorts when he begged andprayed to her for months on end to spare his sick mother and take his lifeinstead—he made a brave trade and she respected him for it, hence his positionas a reaper.

D) She grants Magnus a “limited” amount of extra time livinghappily with Julia in the afterlife but honestly do you think she’ll ever makethem stop living in that little cabin? Heck, do you really think she’s going tokeep their friends from leaving the sea of souls to visit them whenever???She’s willing to turn a blind eye to their little party for the rest ofeternity.

Barry

A) He is just……so visibly huggable tbh. You look at him andyou’re like, “That’s a man who’d be good to just hug for a little while. Chubbysoft belly. Just a teddy bear of a man.

B) The boy is a classic academic research scientist, whichis to say a damn mess. He’ll periodically crop his hair short but then won’tbother to get it cut again for months on end because he’s too busy, so it growsout all wild and looks a mess. He has one (1) mug he keeps on his desk and likenever washes because it’s always filled with coffee anyway. Shows up to work ina stained T-shirt because it’s not like anyone’s paying attention to him whenhe’s locked up in his lab all day anyway. Grody science man.

C) Next to Taako, he’s the one who takes the longest toforgive Lucretia, and I sort of think he never completely gets over what shedid. Unlike everyone else in the IPRE crew, he was deliberately isolated fromthe rest of his family AND HE WAS AWARE OF IT. That’s fucked up, and he learnedto hate Lucretia for awhile, and that’s not the kind of thing that can beerased as soon as Story & Song is over. He can barely look her in the eyefor awhile.

D) He does NOT have a mullet do not to my boy dirty likethis.

Angus

A) All this debate over Magnus or Taako or Lucretia orwhoever the fuck adopts Angus post-S&S? Screw that noise. It’s not like anyof the adult figures in his life AREN’T walking disasters as individuals—it’sonly together that they’re sort of capable of functioning. That’s why he haslike twenty parents and splits his time between like five different houses,inside each of which he has his own room and where he is welcome at all hoursof the day and night. That kid is living the dream.

B) Absolutely drops f-bombs on purpose knowing that it willscandalize the adults he talks to. This boy is a delight and has never doneanything wrong but he is NOT the innocent little one everyone thinks! Sneakyboy!

C) Gotta be honest, I don’t have the heart to actuallyimagine Angus having any suffering inflicted upon him, BUT I do like the ideaof Taako being lowkey terrified every time he goes off on his own/tries toconduct an investigation that has a chance of being dangerous. He tries not toshow it and definitely plays it cool when Angus comes back safe every time, buthe’s got so very few people he feels really connected to and he doesn’t want tolose one of them (again).

D) Controversial, but he remains a shrimpy nerdboy foreverand does not get to be buffer than Magnus sorry.

Ren

A) Hot take: she’s a soft butch. My evidence? I know a bunchof butches named Ren and also she just gives off those Lesbian Vibes. Butch Ren2k19.

B) She is…small. Just so short, even by the standards ofelves, which are on average smaller than humans. It might be partly because she’sa Drow, since I personally headcanon that they don’t grow quite as big, buteven then she’s just. A little creacher. She has to use a spoon to knock downthings from shelves that everyone else in the tavern can easily reach. Cassidyjokingly uses her head as an armrest.

C) Her family is definitely still around and definitely wereoutside of Refuge when the barrier was created around the town and they justhad no way whatsoever of contacting her. They aged while time didn’t touch her.

D) This is more in opposition to D&D lore than to theTAZ canon, but I personally don’t like to think that Ren ever faced anyprejudice for being a dark elf. The whole idea of the Drow being cursed and 99%of them being evil is, imo, very tired (not to mention racist), so I just don’twant that being a part of her story. I think maybe Underdark elves have a bitof a reputation in the surface realms for being kind of staid and dour, so inthat way Ren defies some conventions by being her bubbly self. But aside fromthat, she never had an issue with anyone thinking less of her or hating her forbeing a Drow.

And fuck it, I know I did Sloane already but I have gothbirb headcanons coming out of my ass so I’ll do her again.

A) Tbh I like to think that her alias is something she put alot of thought into and something she identifies really strongly with. Like,ravens are obviously just objectively cool and fit the goth aesthetic she’sgoing for, but also I think growing up in Goldcliff (which I picture as beingjust like the American Southwest) she had a lot of experience observing themand felt kind of a kinship with them (and probably fed them to get them tofollow her around tbh). In some folklore, ravens are considered shapeshifterson account of how the sun reflects off their wings and makes them look likethey’re changing shape. I think that by assuming the persona of the Raven, shebecomes something more than what she appears to be, and it’s a bit of escapismfor her. (Also, ravens are known to be family-oriented and mate for life sothat proves fitting later on…)

B) It kinda breaks my heart whenever people draw her (orhalf-elves in general) with shorter/smaller ears than full-blooded elves,because in my head hers are long and twitchy! She’s pretty good at hiding howshe feels and not giving away too much with her body language, so her ears don’tnecessarily move around a ton to express how she’s feeling, but they doinvoluntarily react to sound, e.g. perking up when she hears a sudden noise.Hurley finds this adorable and exploits it to no end—like snapping her fingersnext to one of Sloane’s ears and then the other to make them pique alternatelyuntil Sloane finally gets fed up.

C) This is kind of more of a headcanon for half-elves ingeneral, but I remember seeing a post awhile back that said something along thelines of “D&D cryptid: a half-elf with a good relationship with theirfamily.” It was funny, but it did get me thinking: what’s a good narrativejustification for this? One of the answers, I think, is that half-elves grow ata rate that must be completely bewildering for their elven parents. They reachmaturity at around 20, compared to a full-blooded elf becoming an adult ataround 100. There’s probably a lot of potential for friction there as elvenparents are unable to handle or understand their kids as they mature soquickly. Plus, most half-elves don’t outlive their elf parents, and knowing you’remore than likely going to bury your kid one day has got to be hard. I think allof this was sort of the situation for Sloane growing up, and it was the sourceof a lot of the isolation she felt as a child.

D) She has big biker energy and actually prefers motorcyclesto battlewagons and that’s the tea.

LAWD this was a lot. Hope you like them!!!