Hello, everyone! After I posted about the games I’ve platinumed I received a few asks about the Indie games I’ve played, so I figured: “Why not review my favourites?” Below is a list of Indie games I’ve played that I consider above average. Hopefully this list will help people decide if they’re worth playing or not. Keep in mind, though, that these aremy opinions. If anyone would like to discuss the games further, please feel free to message me or send me another ask specifying the game you’re interested in. I’m always happy to discuss games. XD
Whispering Willows is
like a throwback to the 90s computer games that we all loved and played when we
were kids. With a spooky atmosphere and almost game board-ish feel, the story
takes place on an old mansion property where a young girl named Elena Elkhorn must
depend on her Native American roots to find her missing father. Switch between
human and soul to solve puzzles, overcome obstacles, and attack enemies. Though
a bit slow-paced, the story and gameplay are solid and definitely worth a try.
CounterSpy is a
fun little platformer that’s almost comedic in nature. You play as a (possibly)
British spy during the Cold War, who spies on the Russian and American forces
to prevent nuclear detonation on both sides. The missions are pretty straight
forward, with you shooting or sneaking your way through enemy territory to discover
their plans of attack. If you fail to thwart them … it’s the end of the
world! While it isn’t really anything too special, its in-your-face 1970s James
Bond style music and gameplay are entertaining as hell, and if you set it to
the hardest difficulty, it is a fun challenge. I’d recommend it as a
good time-waster. 6/10
Assemblance is a
psychological first person thriller, where you play as a man who is forced to
repeat a time paradox over and over until you figure out a way to move on. The
story is subpar at best, but it’s not terrible. The graphics are beautiful and
very relaxing, as is the music. I’ve heard this game be described as a
“mind fuck” too, but I’m not sure if I’d give it quite that much
credit. Either way, it is a good game if you’re looking for something to pass
the time, and if you’re looking for a light challenge.
Velocibox is a pure
challenge game where you control a tiny square that zooms through various
obstacle courses. It doesn’t sound like much, but the levels can be extremely
frustrating and the trophies are so hard to
attain that they’ve only been awarded to a ridiculously
small percentage of players– we’re talking hardcore gamers with no life (like
me). If you’re looking for a fun challenge, this is the game for you.
The Park is a first
person, mostly cinematic horror game, where you play as a schizophrenic mother
who chases her son through a theme park that she used to visit when she was a
child. As you play, you begin to ask yourself if what you’re seeing is real or
if it’s just the result of the mother’s mental illness. There are a few jump
scares and puzzles to solve, but all and all it’s basically a horror movie,
with a child so un-likable he makes you miss the boy from Babadook. The story
is worth exploring, however, and the graphics and voice work are topnotch. I’d
give it a chance, unless you scare easily. 6/10
Race the Sun
Race the Sun is a
meticulous challenger game where you steer a tiny plane through an endless
field of obstacles. The objective of the game, aside from collecting trophies,
is to simply beat your own record before you crash or run down. You collect
extra points by hitting rings, which eventually allows you to upgrade your
plane for future levels. While I will admit that at first the game is fairly
addictive, it can get a little boring. You can’t memorize the fields because
they change and randomize every 24 hours, which is a neat idea, but it still
does little to keep players interested. But if you’re looking for a decent
challenge, then I highly recommend this game. Personally, I’ve come to use it
as a fun time-waster while I download other games.
Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture
Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture is a story-based
video game where you divulge the disappearance of an entire town. I wouldn’t
suggest this game to people who prefer action-packed shooters or tricky
platformers, because aside from walking around and watching a beautiful
cinematic story unfold, there isn’t much else to do. Don’t get me wrong,
though; the game is still highly enjoyable. You play from a first person point
of view and collect clues that give you insight to the missing townspeople.
Each clue reveals a short story that helps you arrive at the conclusion, in the
form of several astral projections. Aside from the creative story and stunning
graphics, the voice acting is also incomparable. Definitely worth a play through
if you’re into cinematic game play.
The Unfinished Swan
The Unfinished Swan
is a first person puzzle game where you play as a young orphaned boy named
Monroe. The game is relaxing and wacky, as paint your way through various
levels to help Monroe finish his recently deceased mother’s favourite painting.
As you play, a world of imagination unfolds, and the air of innocence reminds
you what it was like to be a child. Definitely worth a try if you’re looking
for something light-hearted.
The Fall is a puzzle
platformer where you play as an advanced robotic spacesuit AI named Arid. The
game begins with you crash-landing on a seemingly abandoned planet, with your
pilot injured and unresponsive inside you. In order to save him, you search the
planet for medical supplies, but soon find that the robotic inhabitants are
dangerously malfunctioning. To save your pilot, you must succumb to several
tests, forced on you by the head AI, and defeat an army of homicidal robots.
The puzzles are fun and challenging, the story is wholly original, and the
twist ending makes you think you’re watching The Sixth Sense. If you’re
looking for an intelligent Sci-Fi Indie game, you’re looking for The Fall.
White Night is a
horror survival game where you play as an unnamed man who crashes outside of a
haunted estate. Injured and in need of help, he hobbles to the mansion and
breaks in, desperate when no one answers the door. Once inside the house,
certain events transpire and horror ensues. I won’t spoil the plot, but there
is a twist ending and a story worth experiencing. The game has a very noir-type
feel to it on top of the horror genre, which I thought was very unique. To beat
the game, you must outwit the ghosts that hunt you, solve puzzles, and discover
clues that eventually prompt the ending. The game also does an excellent job at
making you feel helpless and vulnerable, as your only defences are running,
hiding, and depending on matches for light. I personally didn’t have this
problem, but I have heard people complain about their eyes hurting after a few
hours of gameplay– so as a warning, the game is almost entirely black and white. If
you’re not sure if you can handle that, then I’d highly suggest watching a
spoiler-free video on YouTube before buying, just to see how well you adjust.
Overall, it’s a great game that I highly recommend.
Contrast is a
platformer clearly meant for the PC, but it is playable on consol. If I had to
describe the setting, I’d say it’s almost Tim Burton-y in nature. You play as a
voiceless woman named Dawn, who watches over and guards a little girl named
Didi. Didi lives with her poverty-stricken mother in a tiny house in a town
filled with corruption and debauchery. With no friends and nowhere to go during
the day, Didi sneaks out at night to play; therefore, it is your job to
make sure she stays safe. When her father starts meddling with some dangerous
loan sharks, however, events transpire and you must help her save her family.
Aside from some irritating controls on consol, the game is great and the story,
obstacles, and puzzles are magnificent. The voice acting is also highly
commendable, which was a pleasant surprise. Didi is actually voiced by a little
girl, not an adult playing a child, and she did such an excellent job I thought
Disney hired the cast. I definitely recommend this game, especially if you play
The Vanishing of
The Vanishing of
Ethan Carter is another story-based game in which you play as a first person
detective searching for a missing boy named Ethan Carter. Much like Everybody’s
Gone to the Rapture, the game is almost entirely cinematic with a gripping
story and stunning graphics. While exploring various locations, you will find
clues and solve intricate puzzles in order to piece together what happened to
Ethan. Without spoiling the plot, I can only say that the mystery turns very
dark and engaging. Definitely worth a penny or two.
SOMA has repeatedly been
praised by fans for its “mind-blowing” original story and designs, but
I personally took issue with some aspects of the game. I will agree first and
foremost that the story is fresh beyond belief: it begins with you, Ethan,
booking an appointment with a famous neurologist after viewing a flashback of a
car crash. It becomes apparent that Ethan suffered a brain contusion during the
accident, which could, at any given moment, kill him. The next day you visit
the doctor and agree to an experiment that could help Ethan and others like
him. After a long conversation, you get strapped into a machine, then wake up
in an underwater, apocalyptic hell. SOMA has also been described as a
“mind fuck”, and you might agree, especially when it comes to certain
choices you’re forced to make. I personally found the game to be a bit buggy,
which is apparently common, slightly slow, and somewhat boring at times. The
bulk of the game consists of you exploring a huge map and evading “monsters”,
which can be rather irritating when they get too close. There are some horror
elements to the game, but nothing spectacular. All and all, it’s worth a quick
run through, if not for the story alone.
Type:Rider is an
educational platformer where you play as a colon (two dots) and work your way
through several levels to learn about the origins of various forms of print. If
you’d rather just play the game you can easily skip the information– but I
promise you, it’s fascinating. You can learn about Script, Gothic, Times New
Roman, etc. The game itself is a blast, but the history lessons work as an
Oxenfree is an
intriguing supernatural mystery graphic adventure where you play as a teenager
trapped on a costal island. What at first seems like a harmless trip with
friends, it quickly turns into a living nightmare when strange events begin to
occur. The story itself is distinctive and gripping, where certain decisions you
make help determine the outcome. The game has several endings and multiple
puzzles that require independent success or teamwork with the other NPCs. The
gameplay is smooth and soothing, the visuals are clean, and the story is outstanding.
Feist is an adorable
platformer with some of the most intelligent enemies I’ve ever seen. If you’re
up for a challenge, they’ll make sure you’re not disappointed. Though a mostly dark
game, with the main character, the enemies, and much of the levels being a
black silhouette, the game is fun and endearing. You play as a cute,
unidentifiable creature that fights through obstacles to save his abducted partner.
The game has a very primordial feel to it, with a sort of “survival of the
fittest” connotation. Without the strength or biological advantages that
your enemies have, you must rely on your superior intellect. The trophies are
also incredibly difficult to achieve, half of them being speed runs, with
almost no players having platinumed it. Aside from a few glitches that occur
every now and then, the game is definitely worth buying.
The Swapper is a
platformer where you must solve various puzzles by making and erasing copies of
your own character. There is a story to follow, set in space, where you begin
to experience weird occurrences. Each new area offers harder and harder
puzzles, but nothing unmanageable. For me, the true wonders of this game are
the graphics and music. The soundtrack is so beautiful and ambient that I found
myself downloading the whole score halfway through the game. The map is
relatively confusing when you get a bit further in, so you might find yourself
lost every now and then. You do have to backtrack to some levels, so I suggest
learning the layout early on. All and all, it’s a fun challenge well worth your
Wick isn’t a game I
would recommend to anyone who frightens easily. The game is riddled with jump
scares and portrays a haunting story about five dead children and their
psychotic killer. Despite being a survival horror, there is a story to explore
through certain clues that you can collect while playing. The game has several
challenges, including a DLC that answers a lingering question that looms over
you throughout the original levels. In order to beat the DLC, though, great memorization
of the map and clue locations is required. Wick also holds some of the hardest
trophies I’ve ever achieved for an Indie. The game itself takes place in a very
small campground at night, where you are pursued by the five dead children.
Your only source of light is a candle, which burns out if you don’t locate
more. Each level runs longer and longer and introduces a new child every time,
each with their own unique form of hunting you. If you decide to brave this
game, prepare for a long night. (Game is not as slow as the gif suggest) 8/10
Octodad: Dadliest Catch
Before I get into
this game, I must be sure to tell everyone that it is likely a game for
children, so I’ll be judging it from a child’s perspective. While I don’t see
it winning a ton of awards, even as an adult I’ll admit it’s fun as hell. You
play as an octopus with a wife and two children, so already the theme is ridiculous.
To make matters worse, your family doesn’t know that you’re an octopus, so you have
to do your best to keep it a secret. Throughout the game you must perform
various mundane tasks, but as an octopus the controls are intentionally wonky,
which makes for some hilarious accidents. There is also a story to follow with
a rather adorable ending. The game is colourful, cartoonish, original, and
warm-hearted. Perfect for anyone who’s looking for something soft and
She Wants Me Dead
She Wants Me Dead is
a noir-type platformer, possibly set in New York City, where you play as a man
trying to outsmart his homicidal cat. The cat, after being neglected by her
owner, forces you to work your way through various traps and obstacles. The
levels naturally get more and more challenging as you progress, but the game
itself is incredibly fun. Additionally, only one song is played throughout
every level, but it’s one of the most kickin’ songs I’ve ever heard in a platformer–
“She Wants Me Dead” by CAZZETTE vs. AronChupa ft. The High. The beat
of the music actually helps you determine when it’s safe to jump, which I
thought was really cool. If you’re looking for a decent challenge, I’d
highly recommend this game.
Layers of Fear
Much like Wick,
Layers of Fear is a first person horror game filled with jump scares and a
recurring theme of helplessness. Nothing scares me, but when I had my sister
play this game she got a headache and threw me the controller– it scared her
that badly. The game does a stellar job at recounting the story of a painter
gone mad as you explore his house and piece together his past. Aside from the
spooky atmosphere and wonderful graphics, Layers of Fear also includes one of
the most hauntingly beautiful soundtracks I’ve ever heard. If you’re looking
for a good mystery/horror game, Layers of Fear would be my first
ABZÛ is an adventure art video game where you play as a
female diver who silently uncovers the ruins of an ancient civilization. The
entire game takes place in the ocean, where the eco system seems to be terribly
damaged and unbalanced. As you swim through each beautifully crafted level, you
discover the reason for the imbalance and work to revitalize the ocean. The
graphics are spectacular, the story is new, and, if desired, the game is also
educational with nods to marine biology. The overall control of the character
takes some getting used to, but I highly recommend this game to anyone looking
for something uplifting and peaceful.
Typoman is an
adorable little platformer where you play as an all-black typographical
character made up of the letters H E R O. The game itself is particularly
unique, with every enemy and almost every level being made primarily of
letters. The story sports a creative battle of good versus evil in the form of
words, with “good” words having positive effects and “bad”
words having negative effects. As the hero, you must solve puzzles and traverse
through a post-apocalyptic wasteland to defeat the evil running rampant through
the streets. The graphics are gorgeous, the story is amazing, and if not for
the game’s unfortunate tendency to crash during the mini games and mild
glitches, I would have given it a perfect ten.
Buy it. Just buy it. I shouldn’t have to say
anything else, but I will.
Unravel is a beautiful Swedish platformer where
you play as a little red character named Yarny. As you may have already
guessed, Yarny is made of yarn, and as you control him you embark on a journey
to find multiple missing ornaments for a photo album. Each ornament produces a
page of pictures that “unravels” the story of Yarny’s family (humans who don’t
know that he can move). Each level presents a menagerie of fun obstacles and
atmospheres. Aside from the flawless controls and beautiful story line, Unravel
impresses players with gorgeous graphics and a soundtrack that could put Mozart
to shame. Highly, highly recommend.
Inside is a puzzle-platformer adventure game
that really tugs at your imagination. The story is multi-layered and
brilliantly crafted without a single word of dialogue. Without knowing or
understanding where the story is headed, you play as a nameless boy who
traverses through many psychological puzzles, with danger lurking around every
corner. Since the game’s release, no one has been able to decipher what the
story is truly about, but if I had to guess, I’d say it presents an Orwellian
dystopia that forces mind control on the masses and foreshadows our eventual
future. I believe the entire game is a controlled experiment, wrought by the
facility that you’re trying to escape– but really, who’s to say for sure? The
controls, story, and graphics are crisp, seasoned, and endearing, and they
convey a uniqueness of the highest calibre. Highly recommend.
Limbo is a two-dimensional puzzle-platformer
designed by the same company that produced Inside. Much like Inside, you play
as a nameless boy who awakens in the middle of a forest on "the edge of
hell”. How the boy died or if he’s even truly dead is a mystery. While
searching for your sister, you encounter other hostile children, mechanical
traps, murderous creatures, and all around unfriendly environments. As you
play, you begin to wonder if anyone is trustworthy and if there’s a way out of
the forest at all. The game does not hold your hand, so it is up to you to
depend on your wits to succeed. Besides being pleasantly enigmatic, the
gameplay is also awesome and I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys
peaceful but challenging platformers.
Journey is an interactive adventure game where
you assume the role of a figure clad in robes. While able to play alone, online
gameplay allows other players to connect with you, which enables you to share
the adventure. The story is silently narrated through cut scenes that you
unlock as you venture through the desert, eventually ending up at a snowy
mountain. This game is definitely meant as a “feel good” type of
platformer, with music and graphics that put some mainstream games to shame.
The story consists of you, the character, realizing the fall of an ancient
civilization while avoiding the giant automatons left over from the war that
destroyed it. I would also argue that the journey you embark on is a quest to
find your ancestors, who later guide you to paradise. While I couldn’t confirm
this and it might not be true, I personally believe that this game was also
heavily inspired by the Hinduism. For anyone looking for a relaxing,
family-friendly adventure, this is the game I would recommend.
I’m sure that by now
most of you have heard of Little Nightmares. Personally, my sister and I were
looking forward to this game long before it hit the mainstream, and I’m happy
to say we were not disappointed. Ironically enough, Little Nightmares ended up
being one of the best Indie games I’ve ever played. With a Spirited Away
meets Tim Burton feel, Little Nightmares gives us a puzzle-platformer horror
adventure game superior to all others. No one knows the true plot of the story,
which has sprung theory after theory after theory from fans, as you work your
way through the mysterious Maw and avoid being eaten. I also have my own
theories, but if I went into that we’d be here forever. I’ll simply say this:
Little Nightmares triggers your imagination and keeps you on the edge of your
seat. While some people have complained about the slow load times, the only
complaint I have is that it’s relatively short. I could have played this game
for days without getting bored. The horror element is almost kid-friendly, the
graphics are stupendous, and the character designs are out of this world. I
might even start collecting the comics.
Since Harry’s been away a lot lately because of all of the album and movie promo, you two haven’t had a chance to have some intimate time in quite a while.
And so when he tells you he’ll be going back home to you for a short break, you take it upon yourself to make this experience a fulfilling one. You go out and buy a nice new pair of lingerie. Nothing too fancy– just a simple baby pink bra with lace detailing at the brim, along with matching panties that are all lace across the back with a tiny bow at the waistband at the front.
And the second night after he’s back home (you wanted to give him the chance to sleep off all the jet lag), you find yourself in the bathroom, palms propped against the counter as you hype yourself up for the moment. Since it had been so long since Harry had seen you naked, saying you’re “shy” is the understatement of the year. And you can hear him calling for you from the bedroom, whining because he wants you to come cuddle him while he watches a The Story of Us documentary on ancient Egypt.
And so you wander into the bedroom meekly, standing before the bed in front of the TV to get his full attention, fiddling with your fingers as you stare up at him through your lashes.
Harry’s expression changes from once of slight annoyance (from being interrupted) to one of utter surprise. His eyes go all wide and his mouth parts as he ogles your chest under all the lace (the bra does a decent job in making them look plump) and raking his gaze down to the tiny diamond-detailed bow on your bottoms.
He looks frazzled with his hair in messy tuffs, all cozy in an old pair of sweatpants that have holes and an old Nickleback t-shirt and he just really wasn’t expecting anything like this. But he swallows thickly and just about bursts through his briefs when you reach up and tuck your hair behind your ear, smiling at him bashfully and, “D'ya like it?”
Harry’s crawling across the bed before you know it, nodding so hard his eyeballs rattle and he’s grabbing you by your wrist, pulling you into his lap and cupping your breasts over the soft material of the lingerie, kissing and sucking at the cleavage, voice strained and low between suckling pecks. “Fuck– yeah. Love it– s'much. Christ, you’re–a fucking– godsend.”
He leaves the bra on for show, laying you down on your back and tucking himself out of his sweats, moving your pantries to the side to allow him easy access and, “You’re really gonna fucking get it now, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you bloody raw.” He fucks into you hard and rough, full of jerky thrusts and lots of shoulder biting and fluttery kisses all around your face. He sits back on his heels, gliding into you with ease as he places a huge hand on your lower tummy while the other holds your thighs open. He’s rapidly thumbing over your clit, his two blocky front teeth digging a new shade of red into his lower lip as throaty whimpers force their way out of his mouth.
He pats his four other fingers against your abdomen as he hums a chuckle, a shit-eating grin twitching the corners of his lips. “Can feel me all the way in your tummy, can’t ya, pet? Nice and thick. Filling you all up, innit?”
Harry’s hair is flopping over his forehead and sweat pours down the sides of his neck as he bends down over your body, noses rubbing gently as he nibbles at your chin and licks at the corner of your mouth. “Tight little cunt gonna make me come. Naughty thing you are, waltzing in here with that lace and those big innocent eyes and those pretty lips. How could you not expect me to fuck the living daylights out of you?”
“That’s exactly what I expected.” You grin against his skin, nipping at his mouth tauntingly as he tuts in a warning tone.
“Careful, peach. You’re biting off more than you can chew.” He gives your clit a few sudden hard slaps, causing you to buck up against his thighs, to which he responds by shoving you back down with another hard slam of his hips. You can really feel him in your stomach now and the shattered moan you release is truly pitiful.
Harry licks his way down the valley of your chest, love bites marking the exposed skin as he rocks into you slow yet strong. His nails dig crescents into your thigh as he smolders up at you from under his furrowed eyebrows, quirking them challengingly when he sees you nod.
“You’d be surprised how much I can take. Been building up my stamina since you left.”
“Let’s put it to the test then.” He slips out of you suddenly, patting your lower hip as a signal for you to flip around. “Get on your tummy, ass up fo’ me. Atta girl, angel. Spread those pretty legs, will you? Be right back with my rings.”
A/N: A smutty Spencer x Reader where the two have sex in a plane bathroom. I decided it wouldn’t be on the jet though because the team would ABSOLUTELY know what was going on. ;) @coveofmemories@sweetg
“I need off of this plane,” you muttered for the 10th time in as many minutes. “How much longer is this flight going to be?” You’d asked that question numerous times too. After going to China on a 20-hour flight, liaising with a University, and helping the locals with an impromptu case of their own, the last thing either of you wanted to do was sit on another 20-hour flight back.
Spencer huffed, turning his head to you as his fingers drummed against the armrest between you. “I’ve lost track of how many times you’ve asked that question. We’ve been on the plane for four hours. That means 16 to go. Stop reminding me.”
“I’m so tired,” you groaned, kicking your feet like a two year old. “But I can’t sleep. Why the hell is that?”
Spencer huffed again. “I could actually tell you why that happens, but I don’t think you really want the answer.”
“No,” you said, “I don’t. I just want to be able to sleep. But very few things allow me to sleep when I’m this overly tired. A good meal, a bubble bath, and/or sex. That’s it. And I’m not getting any of that any time soon. God, this is awful.” The air was stifling. How the fuck were you supposed to survive another 16 hours of this? Especially awake hours?
Spencer looked around, eyebrows raised, wondering how many other people were awake in business class and how many employees were around. “You could have one of those things now,” he said.
“What? Do you see the flight attendants? Does the food actually look decent?” you asked, looking around like a bear after hibernation. You weren’t hangry yet, but you were getting there.
“Not the food,” he replied. “I have no idea where the flight attendants are. I was talking about the sex.”
“Really?” you asked, snapping your head in his direction. He’d never expressed any interest in you before. “You would have sex with me because I’m cranky?”
He laughed, “Not just because you’re cranky and I’d rather not deal with a hostile, sexually-frustrated Y/N for the next 16 hours, but because you’re hot and I’ve thought about it nearly every day since you started at the BAU. Plus, if having sex with you will keep you from asking me how much longer the flight is, I will gladly do it.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” you exclaimed, doing your best to keep your voice down. “You’ve got the whole hot geek thing going on and I’m really into it. I would’ve slept with you a long time ago if you’d told me that.”
He looked around again. “Well…” he smirked, darting his eyes back toward the bathroom. The business class one was a bit larger than the one in coach and miles cleaner, so…why the fuck not? He was hot. You were horny.
“I’ll go in first,” you said. “You follow in a few minutes.” With a smile, she pushed up from her seat and walked toward the bathroom, moving inside and leaning against the sink. For five minutes, you drummed your own fingers against the sink, waiting for Spencer to come to you. Maybe he was fucking with you. Maybe he didn’t actually want you. Maybe he was laughing in his seat right now about how gullible you were.
A knock at the door startled you, and you opened the door a crack to see who it was. “Hey, what took you so long?”
“I didn’t want to draw any attention to what we were about to do,” he laughed. As you looked up at him, you realized that you were standing closer to him than you ever had before. The smell of his cologne, light as sea foam wafted around your heads. You started out in your seats in disbelief. You weren’t actually going to do this, were you? But when you looked at him, all of the humor vanished from the small room, replaced by tension thicker than butter. “You sure?” he muttered against your lips.
Without a word, your lips grazed against his. You’d never kissed him before, and as a shudder rolled through you, you wondered whether you’d ever known the meaning of a kiss before. It was intoxicating. His tongue slowly made its way into your mouth, leading it in a sensual dance as his hands glided down your sides. “Oh my god,” you breathed, swallowing hard as his fingers dipped ever-so-slightly below the waist of your skirt. “I want you.”
“You have me,” he mumbled against your neck. “But you’re going to have to keep it down so we don’t get caught. Think you can do that?”
With a laugh, you shook your head. This was going to be difficult - you weren’t the quiet kind. His hands pulled up the material of your skirt, bunching it around your waist while you unbuttoned your blouse, exposing your lacy bra for his viewing pleasure. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, gently biting down on your bottom lip before nibbling a trail to back behind your ear. “So gorgeous.” He licked at the skin on your breasts, moaning at the taste of you.
Spencer continued to bury his head between your breasts, kissing, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive flesh as you undid his belt. His tongue glided over the lace and toward your nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through you that stopped you in your tracks, your hands hanging limply near his belt buckle. It was only when he pulled the lace underneath your breast and took your nipple in his mouth that you woke up to the sensations, picking up where you left off and pushing his pants down below his knees. “Do you have a condom?” you asked suddenly.
“Yea,” he said, opening his palm. “I came in prepared.” Such a boy scout. You took it from him, ripping the package open with your teeth and placing it in your mouth, so that when you crouched down in front of him, you could sheath him with your mouth. “Oh my god,” he groaned, doing his best to stifle his groans into himself. You couldn’t get it all the way on with your mouth in this position, so you pushed it the rest of the way on and rose to meet his heated gaze again. There was a fire in his eyes you’d only seen when he faced an unsub.
“Now,” you said, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling his face toward yours. Once you lifted your leg, you placed it behind Spencer, bracing it on the wall carefully so as to not make noise. Your other leg lifted up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you so that his member was flush against your sex. “I want you inside me now.”
Gently, he reached between you, grabbing and placing himself at your entrance. He looked into your eyes and took your lips in a searing kiss as he pushed upward, your walls enveloping him inch by inch until he was fully enveloped in you. “Fuck, Y/N…” he groaned, his eyes going wide at the warmth of you. Once inside you, you’d both realized how difficult having sex in here was, but you made it work. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into you as he thrusted upward, knocking your head into the wall. His hand came up to cradle he back of your head, while the other reached to your leg, grabbing it firmly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
“Oh hell,” you breathed. “Harder, please.” He swallowed your cry of pleasure as he fucked you harder. Just outside, you could hear someone passing, but you were on a collision course from which there was no return. “Right there, Spence. Right there.” Your nails dug into his back, nearly breaking the skin as he surged into you, his cry of release half strangled in his throat, half released into your neck. “Oh my god. We definitely have to do that in bed later on.”
“Absolutely,” he laughed, removing the condom and pulling up his pants. “We can’t actually have sex in the seats, but I would be all for a little making out when we sit down.” He pressed his lips against yours while you buttoned your shirt back up. Whatever you could get away with on the plane, you were going to do.
He went out first, telling the flight attendant who’d asked what was happening that you didn’t feel well and he’d been holding your hair, but you could tell by her tone that she didn’t buy it. Seconds later, you walked out of the bathroom, adjusting your skirt with a smile. Yea, you thought as she looked at you, she definitely didn’t buy it. Whatever. You were no longer so horny it hurt. “Feeling better?” he laughed as you sat back down in your seat.
“Much,” you replied. You leaned over and gave him a kiss, your tongue just jutting into his mouth, teasing, before pulling away. “When we get off this plane, first thing we’re doing is going back to my apartment.”
God this thing was ugly. Who the hell put paisley and fish together? You were sure Anna Wintour put it in some Vogue issue hence the reason Harry just had to have it. Even the men who delivered it side-eyed you as they unwrapped it from the brown paper and plastic.
So here it was. The ugliest chair you had ever seen. And it was in your living room. You sighed as you glanced around. He would insist on having the chair where people could see it.
There had to be a better place to put it though. Some place where both of you could-
“Ohhhhhh yeah baby!” He yelled as he emerged from the kitchen behind you. His voice so loud it caused you to almost jump out of your skin. He walked towards the chair, “Look at this masterpiece…how beautiful it goes with the wood? I told you. You just wouldn’t listen though.”
You bit your lip, the gears in your head turning as you watched him survey his monumental furniture purchase.
He was still in his workout clothes, having just returned from the gym. His biceps were glistening with sweat and you just knew his hair was soaked with it underneath his backwards hat.
You quirked your brows as an idea popped into your head.
You walked towards the chair, nodding gently as you stared down at the fabric,
“Alright…I will concede that it does look decent enough with the wood floor.” You looked up at him, “Is it comfortable?”
“Don’t remember. Let me check…” He sat down, a huge grin popping up on his cheeks as he looked up at you, “Like a cloud.”
It's seems pretty harmful that you are calling yourselves a lesbian advice blog when in reality you are giving out very transphobic advice. As a lesbian myself I can recognize that trans women are women and that me being attracted to them does not at all diminish my label as a lesbian. The label of 'woman' does not automatically mean 'personal with a vagina'. Also, Lesbophobia is a real thing but you cannot just use it as a way to justify your TERF ideologies
We don’t just “call ourselves” a lesbian advice blog. We are a lesbian advice blog. We give advice to lesbians. Pretty damn straight forward, or at least you’d think it would be. But lesbians who refuse to center penis in their lives are all labeled “TERFs” and shut down. The only so-called crime we are guilty of is starting a lesbian exclusive advice blog in an ocean of male-centered so-called “sapphic” blogs. If this was a blog about food, would all of you people demand we talk about boats to be more inclusive of boat-lovers? I fucking doubt it, but that’s basically what you all are nagging about all the time. Leave us the fuck alone.
We believe the real harm to lesbians are males infiltrating spaces which are meant for women, especially meant for us lesbians. We believe the real harm to lesbians are all those so called “sapphic” blogs run by transwomen (males) in their late 20s and older who give advice to young lesbians on their bodies and sex life.
Lesbians do not experience any attraction to males, and that is the only distinction between a lesbian and a bisexual woman.
We’re getting tired of defining these basic terms again and again for you people, but we believe the only way to have a comprehensible argument is to understand each other.
So here’s the thing: we speak English as described on the Oxford dictionary, the Merriam-Webster dictionary, idk, any fucking real-life dictionary. We speak the English of the masses, the coherent English, the universal language. All four of us mods are ESL speakers, from four different non-English speaking countries, and yet we have a better grasp at English than many of you USA-minded transactivists.
Here’s a list of definitions, our vocabulary if you will, here’s what we are talking about, here is what we will keep saying, no matter how many times you call us “TERFs”, or tell us to pee your pants, or wish us dead.
Either of the two major forms (male or female) of individuals that occur in many species and that are distinguished respectively as female or male especially on the basis of their reproductive organs and structures; the sum of the structural, functional, and behavioral characteristics of organisms that are involved in reproduction marked by the union of gametes and that distinguish males and females; (sexually motivated phenomena or behavior, sexual intercourse); genitalia
Refers to “the sex that produces small, typically motile gametes, especially spermatozoa, with which a female may be fertilized or inseminated to produce offspring.”
Refers to the sex that can bear offspring or produce eggs, distinguished biologically by the production of gametes (ova) that can be fertilized by male gametes.
An adult human male.
An adult human female.
A set of chracterists, roles and expectations linked to either of the two sexes.
Refers to gender, associated with and expected from males. Qualities or appearance traditionally associated with men.
Refers to gender, associated with and expected from females. Qualities or appearance traditionally associated with women.
Transwomen are males who identify with femininity.
Transmen are females who identify with masculinity.
A homosexual woman, aka a homosexual female, aka a female exclusevely attracted to other females.*
(*There is no going around this definition, therefore transwomen (males) will never be lesbians but transmen (females) can be lesbians if they wish to reclaim that descriptor. Also, lesbians are never attracted to transwomen (males).)
A male or female person who is attracted to both male and female people.
I don’t care how many times you repeat your lying mantras, a transwoman is a male who identifies with feminine presentation. So unless you’re speaking a different language than I am, a woman is always an adult human female, therefore a transwoman will always be a transwoman, but never a woman. Unless the transwoman in question detransitions back into a man, they will always just be a transwoman. Always male, never female.
This kind of argument that a trans male aka a transwoman could ever be a female is just based on thin air and lies you’ve been feeding yourself.
The reality of human sexuality is that it just is. It is a constant. It’s not fluid like yall have been telling yourselves all this time. A female homosexual is born that way, will die that way, unless she was wrong about being homosexual from the start. A female homosexual will always be attracted exclusevly to females. The reason so many lesbians have narratives of having been with men before is not because they were ever actually attracted to those males, it is only because they experience compulsory heterosexuality.
Bisexuality is the only sexuality which actually involves fluctiation of attraction between the two sexes.
If you’re telling me you actually truly experience attraction to transwomen and women, you’re just telling me you experience attraction to males and females. That is bisexuality in a nutshell.
Referring to “The label of ‘woman’ does not automatically mean ‘personal with a vagina’.“
Do you understand what a label is? A label classifies, it is “a descriptive or identifying word or phrase”. What does the label woman classify? Look in any decent dictionary. Woman is an adult human female.
Female is sex, and sex is stagnate. No matter how many surgeries, hormones, or whatever any person goes through, their sex will never change from the moment they are born to the moment they die. The only people sometimes assigned a sex at birth are intersex people, but I suggest you leave them alone, because they have nothing to do with this bullshit, as the assignment surgeries they go through are usually invasive and non consensual.
Regarding “Lesbophobia is a real thing but you cannot just use it as a way to justify your TERF ideologies”
You’re damn right lesbophobia is a real thing, and you wanna know who’s perpetrating it with their genderist ideologies? That’s right, transactivists. “TERF” is a word that has been thrown around to silence lesbians such as ourselves, to remove our credibility in regards to our own sexuality and our own lesbian-specific spaces.
From the very beginning of this blog we have been critized for being a lesbian-only blog. By lesbian only, we mean females exclusevly attracted to females. Apparently having spaces where women can be safe and talk about their experiences as women who exclusevly love other women is too much to ask. Silly women, we don’t get a platform to speak up, what kind of crazy utopian wish is that?
Males have been colonizing our spaces for too long. We refuse to stay silent and take it. I refuse to see another young lesbian being told to re-evaluate her sexuality because she doesn’t want to have sex with someone with a penis, aka because she’s a lesbian. This does not only disgusts me, but also makes me really sad. It’s homophobia 101.
I grew up in Brazil, a third world country where religion rules over politics, and I never had a lesbian role model. All our amazing lesbian artists were made fun off, called “velcro stickers” and “big shoes”, the Portuguese equivalent of carpet munching dykes. I grew up hating my own lesbian sisters, and identified as bisexual for six precious years of my life, when I could have been free. But lesbian is still a dirty world. Feminist is still a dirty world.
And you know what, tumblr was my solace from all that fucking bullshit, and I refuse to stand down when we have the opportunity to offer young lesbians the kind of platform I wish I had access to when I was questioning my sexuality. We refuse to let males into this space, and we refuse to lie for transwomen’s sake.
Women have been lying for men for too long. We have been scooting over, making space. We refuse. This blog is for lesbians by lesbians and it will remain this way.
We will not police our language, we will not let you win.
We are not questioning trans ideology to justify our ideology, we are questioning trans ideology because it is lesbophobic and misogynistic. It just happens we are also feminists on top of being women, so our ideology helps us back up our arguments with fact and scientific research.
Anyway, moral of the story, TL;DR if you will.. Lesbians do not like dick, and we will not lie and say we do for the sake of butt hurt males in skirts.
since mulder is a very visually sexual person do you think he has pics of scully to beat it to or is she the exception for mental fantasy? if he does use pictures, how does scully look? what is she wearing?
For a decent portion of their partnership, Mulder goes out of his way to separate Scully from sex. As much as he subconsciously wants it, a physical relationship falls low on the list of Things He Needs From Scully. Their companionship is too important. The work is too important. He fears losing his focus – and he fears losing her.
Keeping a photo would imply intent. Instead, he drives himself crazy with everything that was never intended. He never intended to need and want her as badly as he does. That time he noticed the scent of Scully’s lotion clinging to his skin when she had playfully used him to wipe off the excess. The way her voice sounds during 1 a.m. 2 a.m. 3 a.m. phone calls. What her toothpaste tastes like when he leans in too close to share his most outlandish theories. Not paying attention, he once ran his hand down the expanse of her calf when she sat cross-legged at the kitchen table next to him: he will never forget the silk of her pantyhose, or how she licked her lips and squirmed in her chair.
So Mulder denies himself the visual, but his other senses make up for all the rest. Then he lays pipe and you best believe he gets weird af with her pictures.
“ No, I
wanted to wait for you.” He scoffed. “ What?”
“ I just haven’t really had anyone waiting for me to have food in my
own place in a while.”
“ No girlfriend? Or boyfriend for that matter?”
“ Not sure I’d as readily have left you here if I had. In my line of work… it’s
difficult to have a serious relationship.” You nodded slowly and ignored the
sting you felt at those words, some sort of regret. He extended his arm and waited for you to place your hand in his. As soon as you had he pulled you off the bed with ease.
“ Let’s get us some food then. Any preferences?”
“ The spaghetti looks pretty decent.” He grinned “Of course it does, Alfred, a … close friend of mine taught me how to make it.”
your eyes, trying to be a little more alert again. You didn’t want to faceplant
into your food as soon as it was ready. You walked over to the sink, ran some
cold water and splashed it in your face. “Okay, awake…ish.” He tossed you a
towel before opening the fridge and shoving the food in the microwave.
“ Do you do this often? Take people in need to your place and play protector?”
“ I don’t take ‘em to my place, no. “
“ What made me the exception? Bad intentions after all?” The fact you could
joke about that said a lot about how at ease you somehow still felt around him.
“ Yeah, I’ve went through all this trouble just to hand you over to your evil
ex anyway.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm but he still looked back at you
to see if you had noticed that.
“ Well, at least you’re getting me food first. ”
Summary: He looked it. He acted it. He spoke like it. Yet with you, he was nothing like it.
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“He’s staring right at you, Y/N.”
You bit at your bottom lip in an attempt to refrain from looking over your shoulder at the guy your friends were talking about. According to Ava, from the second you had stepped into the club this stranger hadn’t been able to take his eyes off you.
“I don’t even know what he looks like,” you huffed, grabbing at the straw in your drink with your tongue.
“A fuckboy, a really attractive fuckboy,” Ava responded, her eyes looking right past you. “I wish I had this boy looking at me like that.”
“Do you wanna trade places?” You offered as you set your glass back onto the bars’ counter. “I feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh trust me, I wish I could,” she grinned, her eyes finally meeting yours. “Don’t worry about it though, there’s a whole bunch of girls around him so he’s bound to look away at some point.”
A smile slid up onto your lips but didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Here’s hoping.”