#deadph0bic

[imm0rtalcd]

❝ didn’t anyone teach you to knock?… or maybe you were hoping to see this. ❞ — @deadph0bic

it's not like she has a plan here.

it's entirely accidental, a result of a fried brain at the end of a long day — how's she supposed to remember that she has a guest when she so rarely does? soraya blinks slowly, unwilling, unable, to force her eyes away from siobhan and the expanse of pale skin that's currently being poorly hidden from her eyes.

she swallows hard. instead of leaving like she should, arms cross over her chest and she leans against the doorframe, looks her over. "kind of seems like you want me to see this, siobhan," she says easily, like her heart isn't pounding in her chest. "i mean, you're not really covering anything. something you wanna share with the class?"

[00sgoth-a]

↷ ☆ ✉️ [ @deadph0bic: ] she can't help but take the ghostface mask into her hands whenever ian's back is turned towards her. in one quick motion, she'll pull it over her head and jump at his back with a scream. "WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE?!" whilst grabbing his shoulders and giving him a shake. she thinks she's hilarious.

it takes a real asshole to get someone while their back is turned like that... ( he knows, he knows because he's often that very same asshole in question. ) and now he's just upset that little miss sunshine and tanlines has given him the smallest dose —— the tiniest syringe full of his own heart attack inducing medicine. it isn't fair ! but what really sucked the most was that it wasn't even that good of a scare... a cheap jump while he's preoccupied, and yet it still got him.

the shuffling of hard plastic cd cases came to an abrupt end at the growl from behind him —— sending them tumbling out of his grasp and onto the mattress as his body involuntarily reacted. ( but the hands clawing and shaking at his shoulders kept him physically grounded, ) at least until he spun around on sneakers to find siobhan the mask staring back at him. the mask that had been tacked into its home upon his bedroom wall... repeatedly over and over again, and never into the same precise spot when he was done with it.

❛❛ you bi— ❜❜ but he caught himself before the insult could fully form on the tip of his tongue. ( he's been trying so hard to suture old shitty habits with her, ) trying real fucking hard, he promises ! a forced smile, more of a sneer, was offered to conceal any hidden amusement before he reached out to curl his fingers around the fabric resting snuggly at the top of her head —— giving it a yank. ❛❛ real funny. you don't even like scary movies. ❜❜ so therefore, she isn't exactly worthy of wearing it... those are the rules.

[publicabsent]

@deadph0bic: “You’re safe. It’s okay, I promise you, you’re safe. You need to stop fighting them.” / accepting.

she comes to with her hair being pet in what must be a soothing manner. it takes her a moment between gaining consciousness & waking up, a rattling gasp escaping her after the latter. annette sits up straight, eyes wide as she turns to look at siobhan. tears prick at the backs of her eyes, taking no time at all to begin spilling down her face. swiftly, she all but throws herself at the blonde, face buried in the other's shoulder.

[00sgoth-a]

↷ ☆ ✉️ [ @deadph0bic: ] she's just going to straddle his hips, untwisting the cap of her mascara. she'll wiggle her hips before she leans forward with a hum. "stay still, i'm going to put some mascara on you,"

the mattress springs creak beneath the weight of her crawl and descent over him —— it felt like a predator about to make its move and pounce as he watched. but for someone groaning in protest, he's not doing much about it except making noises akin to complaints. ( she's the size of a twig, ) and he can't find much desire to push her off when she's suddenly straddling him. he is just a guy, after all ! but he's still eyeing what could be considered a weapon from beneath unfairly long lashes —— blues smeared in old eyeliner flickering between her and the wand that was pulled from a tube.

his features were twisted up in uncertainty ( he was never good at hiding his emotions, face always willing to betray him ), and his hands found the sides of her thighs. slender fingers pressing in as she drew closer —— he almost can't help the way his head leaned away, back into the headboard by instinct. ❛❛ if you stab me in the eye, i'm kneeing you in the cooch. ❜❜

[hidefire]

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes // @deadph0bic

@deadph0bic … kinds of kisses.

Her lips are so soft.

The kiss had somewhat been brought up as a joke. It wasn’t really clear where it started, but Rain had mentioned how she’d never really kissed another girl before, and they ended up here. Sitting together, so close their legs were beginning to tangle. The kiss was small and simple, but to Rain? Well, it felt kind of like everything.

(Yes, she had thought about kissing Siobhan before. She could never have imagined it would be so perfect.)

“…You taste like lip gloss.” Her face is burning bright pink, and she says the first thing that comes to mind. Just so there isn’t complete silence.

[hidefire]

you  should've  seen  this  coming. // @deadph0bic

@deadph0bic ... stirring the pot.

maybe she should have. a smarter person would have probably figured that this friendship, (or whatever they had), could not go on forever. really, rain has never considered herself smart, but if she had actually thought about things, she would have been able to figure that out. it was obvious this only ended one way.

but she didn't want it to end. that was the important thing, she thought.

"no, i'm not..." she shakes her head, balls her fists. "i'm not accepting that." as if it's that simple.

[kissmedcadly]

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ... — @deadph0bic

she smiles into siobhan's neck, nuzzles against her jaw. "there's my good girl, let me hear you," a murmur pressed into her skin, followed by followed by a scraping of teeth. god, it's unfair how fucking good she sounds, the way she fucking writhes beneath her. getting to be the person who makes siobhan feel good, spoil her like this (like she deserves)? whatever the hell she did in the past to deserve it, thank fuck.

her fingers curl as they thrust into the heat of her cunt, a low groan forcing its way from her mouth. she's nosing at the hinge of her jaw, mumbling praise into her ear, when her thumb begins cirling her clit in steady circles. "c'mon, princess. wanna know how good you feel."

[kissmedcadly]

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower — @deadph0bic

usually, she's the one in charge when it's just her and siobhan — mostly because she has the experience, and quite frankly, she wants to make sure that siobhan knows that not every experience is going to be kevin. if that means taking the metaphorical reins and spoiling her girl? you bet your ass that she's going to do that.

so sitting still here, letting the blonde take her sweet, sweet time with little licks and kisses down the length of her stomach? she thinks she's going to lose her fucking mind. that much is confirmed when siobhan comes to a halt, those pretty blue eyes flicking upward. "princess, c'mon, you're killing me—"