#this was so much fun you guys have no idea

[soup-mother]

i have very complex thoughts on this but one funny realisation about being a trans woman and a lesbian and wanting games and stories about women like me being loved, is that like struggle to find good gay media makes you realise how like.... straight women want better too? like the vast majority of stuff aimed at girls and women is sorta just insulting? like i modded Harvest moon so i can be gay but trying to play the default "girls" version just sort of felt like it didn't respect the player at all. like "here's some men, be happy with it".

and related is just how like....if I'd grown up as a girl it's not like i would have been happier. because everything girls are expected to like fucking sucks basically, it's patronising and has the most insulting "morals" and it's just like wow patriarchy sucks.

like it's hard to find "gender affirming" games etc because like.... a lot of stuff aimed at girls doesn't respect girls, and it's hard getting into the mindset that I'm not some alien outside invader for like... having an issue with sexism and not wanting to settle for insultingly patronising ideas of what "girls" are and want.

and while it's not on the same level, like being a trans woman and being exposed to so much media for "boys" and "men" felt almost disgusting? like it was going wink wink "this is what guys like us are into, aren't you a guy?". like you were expected to not have an issue with it and not want anything more...kind i guess? more genuine or focused on emotions? just "here's what men want, here's what women want, they're two seperate categories"

see also: how awful h scenes in eroge are, where like that appeal to the idea of what "men" should want and masculine fantasies genuinely just makes it unpleasant and shit. like wow we really believe in this gender bullshit? it ruins fucking everything lol.

anyway gender thoughts about media and capitalism and whatnot. gender ruins everything once again, you're not a "fake" woman or whatever for not falling for patriarchal brainwashing and being perfectly happy and content living up to perfect standards of aesthetics and beauty standards and acceptable hobbies. it's all just culturally enforced bullshit, turns out people just want games and stuff that are good and respect them and are fun.

[nayedoll]

Do or drink

joost klein x reader

summary : you and joost dislike each other before an unexpected kiss during a ‘do or drink’ game makes you rethink your feelings.

warnings : kind of enemies to lovers, mostly fluff, smut(?) if you squint A LOT.

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“You know what, i’m gonna say it.” your friend jokingly said. “I think you and Joost would make a good couple if you stopped acting like babies” she added and hid behind your other friend as you grabbed a pillow and threw it at her.

“Oh my god, do not ever say that again” you yelled and they laughed at your exaggerated reaction.

“No but why do you guys hate each other sooo much to begin with?!” your friend asked and that caught you off guard.

In complete honesty, there was no reason for your shared hatred with Joost. From the first moment you were introduced to him, you had made your resentment for him very clear, responding sarcastically and rolling your eyes to everything he said. But he wasn’t any better himself. The memory of him straight up ignoring your offer for a handshake still got to you, revitalizing your distaste for him.

Eventually your friends accepted your rivalry, as it wasn’t affecting the rest of them, even making it an inside joke. Ironically enough, you spent most of your time with Joost during friends gatherings, the two of you always bickering about the littlest things. In a way you found it fun, often teasing him out of boredom and vice versa. Besides there was an undeniable attraction for one another, one that none of you were ready to admit yet.

However, things slightly changed when your half-drunk friend got the idea to play ‘do or drink’ at a house party. Naturally as the game progressed and you all got more drunk, the questions became wilder.

“Y/n” your friend said with a smirk and you jokingly sighed worried about what would follow.

“I dare you to kiss Joost” she said and all your friends started laughing and staring intently between the two of you. You turned to look at Joost who was staring right back at you grinning.

“So?” your friend insisted and you felt your cheeks burn, thankful that the blush on them could be justified by all the drinks you’d had.

“Oh don’t push her. I’m probably her first” Joost teased, smiling even brighter when he saw how furious his comment had made you.

“No I’ll do it” you responded and he nodded satisfied. You got up to sit next to him on the couch before he brought you to his lap without warning.

“Ready?” he asked with a smug expression.

“Shut up” you whispered and leaned in to kiss him. Your mouths collided passionately, both of you getting carried away and forgetting about all your friends watching. One of your hands started playing with his hair as you felt his hands moving to your ass. Your kiss was quickly interrupted by Apson telling you to get a room. As your friends moved on with the game, you got off Joost’s lap now sitting awkwardly next to him, not saying a word.

Things remained awkward between you and Joost for some time. The kiss had brought out newfound feelings for him, leaving you confused and constantly longing for his touch. You went from arguing non-stop to barely making eye contact in hopes that he wouldn’t notice you blush, though you knew that at some point you’d have to confront him.

After a few days, you found yourself at your apartment’s rooftop with Joost and a few more friends, drinking and chatting. The sun was about to set, offering a beautiful view of Amsterdam in red and yellow hues. You kept glancing at Joost a couple times as the light breeze made his blonde hair messy. You couldn’t help but think how his hair would look waking up next to him as the warm sun rays caress his face.

“I’m so bored” your friend’s voice interrupted your thoughts bringing you back to reality.

“Does anyone wanna go clubbing tonight pretty please?” she added dragging the sound of the last word to convince everyone. Your friends agreed, never turning down an opportunity to party and drink. Your friend turned to you giving you doe eyes.

“I’m not in the mood” you said laughing and she rolled her eyes in response.

“Joost?” she asked and you awaited his answer anxiously.

“Uhh, I don’t feel like going out either” he looked at you at the last word with a subtle smile, the nicest he’d ever given you.

“Whatever” your friend mumbled as she and the rest got up and quickly left to get ready.

All that remained now was an uncomfortable silence that made you realize you’d never been left alone with Joost in the two years you had known him.

“Want a cigarette?” he asked breaking the silence. You turned your gaze to him and nodded as he inched closer to you. The sudden proximity between you caused your cheeks to burn, your knees slightly touching. As he passed you a cigarette, his fingers brushed yours sending shivers down your spine and you heard him laugh to himself.

“What?” you smiled and he took a drag before turning to look at you.

“Nothing, I just never thought we would be smoking together on a roof top” he admitted and you chuckled at the irony.

“Neither did I” you replied admiring what was left of the sunset in front of you. The small moment of bonding between you gave you enough courage to speak again.

“Can I ask you something?” you said and he nodded softly.

“When we…” you trailed off trying to think of a way to say what you wanted. “When we um- kissed” you continued, noticing the slight smirk on his lips at the mention of you kissing, “did you like it?”.

He stayed quiet for a moment and you internally slapped yourself from the embarrassment of the situation.

“Yeah” he finally answered and you bit your lip trying to fight back a smile. He noticed you avoiding eye contact and chuckled.

“You’re really cute when you get shy, y’know?” he lightly brushed your hair out of the way as you turned to look at him, the blush on your cheeks definitely visible now. His eyes flicked back and forth between your eyes and lips as he brought his hand on your cheek softly caressing it with his thumb.

“Kiss me” you muttered and he obliged, crashing his lips with yours. He slowly lied down to the ground, bringing you on top of him, your legs straddling him. You slowly started grinding down on his thigh, the sensation making you moan into the kiss.

He smiled and pulled away, placing small kisses on your neck and biting there. His hand that was previously on your hair moved towards your inner thigh at an excruciatingly slow speed that made you whine.

“Please” you mumbled and he laughed.

“Never thought you’d be begging me” he whispered in your ear and continued sucking on your neck, as he lifted your skirt and put his hand near your panties.

Suddenly, he removed his hand and pulled back from your neck causing you to whine in confusion.

“What?” you asked clearly annoyed.

“I’m sorry” he said and put his hands on your waist holding you in place. “I just don’t want to rush things” he kissed your forehead and you smiled at the thought of him wanting to take things slow, finding it cute.

“Is this you punishing me for being a bitch for two years straight?” you joked and he pulled you into a sweet embrace.

The sky was dark by now with many stars shining above you as you cuddled. You slowly drifted off to sleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat and the distant music coming from the city’s night life. Joost placed a peck on your hair before also falling asleep.

“Goodnight mijn meisje”

[archangeldyke-all]

Omg omg reader doing skincare on Sev? (Forgot to put my emoji lmao)

-🥨

GOD this is such a cute fucking idea oh my god.

men and minors dni

sevika knows that she has a simple skincare routine. she watches silco get ready every morning, mildly amused by the fact that the man uses more products than even she does-- so she knows that there's all kinds of lotions and potions out there she's never even heard of.

when she meets you, she finally gets a peek into that world.

who knew there was so much shit for your skin? sevika's only ever used bar soap and body lotion-- yes, for her face too-- and she's been fine.

but, through you, she learns there's so much more. there's muds and masks you can plaster on your face, there's serums and spfs, acids and exfoliates and moisturizers-- it's a lot.

still-- each time she presses a kiss to your soft, smooth cheek, sevika can't help but sigh at the flowery smell that clings to you.

and when she's sitting in bed beside you, reading while you watch a show and let a sheet mask soak into your face, sevika wonders what it might be like if she upgraded her skincare, a bit.

"baby." she mumbles. you turn over to look at your girlfriend.

"yeah, love?"

"does my skin need all that stuff yours does?" she asks.

you shrug. "i don't think my skin really needs a face mask once a week-- but it's fun. makes my skin all shiny and plump for a few days. you might like it babe, it's really relaxing."

so, the next time you swipe on a mud mask, you call sevika into the bathroom. "babe, come here!"

"what?" she asks, shuffling into the bathroom as she pulls her sleep shirt on.

"wanna try a mask?" you ask.

sevika smiles.

you paint it on for her, and she can't deny that she likes the cool feeling of the mud on her face, and the warm way you gently move her face with her chin pinched between your fingers.

"what now?" she asks, looking at your matching green faces in the mirror. you giggle.

"wait for it to dry 'n we'll wash it off. i can slice some cucumbers to put over your eyes, if you want the full salon experience." you tease.

but sevika seems interested, smiling and nodding sweetly. "okay."

you grin, then rush to the kitchen to scour the fridge for the veggies.

that's how it starts. it snowballs from there.

in the morning, sevika stands right by your side as you wash your face, apply your spot treatments, and rub in all your skincare for the day.

you'll do one step on your face, then turn to sevika and do the same on hers.

you guys don't have the same skin type, so some of the steps you skip on her. but it becomes both of your favorite part of your morning routine.

sevika loves feeling your hands gently massage her face, you love the sweet, trusting, way she closes her eyes and leans into your hands.

for her birthday that year, you buy her her own pots and jars of products-- things specified for the little dry patches on her nose and the pimples she gets between her boobs.

she loves it-- but she still refuses to apply it herself. half the reason she's getting into skin care in the first place is so she can feel your hands on her each morning and evening.

your night routine is a lot slower-- neither of you have anywhere you need to be.

you'll gently sway in one another's arms, sipping on whiskey or wine as you slowly, sweetly massage away the little furrow in her brow, the tension she carries in her jaw.

she sleeps like a fucking baby after-- all coated in her perfumed creams and relaxed from your touch, smushed right against you in bed.

within a year, sevika becomes a skincare expert. at work, she starts recommending products to her goons. she starts wearing the little star pimple patches you wear-- out in public and everything. she doesn't care that it contradicts her badass appearance-- she's matching with her girl. that's all that matters to her.

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[mxtantrights]

HELLOOOOO!!!! IT’S 🌬️!!! SO SORRY FOR THE RADIO SILENCE :((((

But I’m back and ready to get this party started hehe, SO! What about Boxer!Jason running into you at the train station while you’re getting home from work. You don’t know each other, and he’s an intimidating guy, with bandages on his hands and a fading shiner on his face.

And Jason knows that, so he keeps to himself. Up until a group of drunk guys stumble into the almost deserted train station and start bothering you…

Have fun!!!! Much love, you’re amazing :))🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

It’s late at night and work really tested your limits today. So when you get on the train you don’t take notice of the guys in the cart with you. It wouldn’t be the first time that you got him into a cart with sketchy people.

But something about this time is different. Out of your peripheral vision, you see a guy a couple of seats to the right of you with bandages on his knuckles and maybe one bandage over the bridge of his nose.

And you think to yourself in that moment, he’s probably the one guy you will have to stay away from.

 much to your dismay the guys in the car proved to you that that’s not the case. They start coming over to you one by one. The first two don’t say anything to you. They just take up both ends of the bench that you’re sitting on. The third one is the one that actually says something to you. Something sleazy with a pet name that you really don’t like.

You can’t slide away from the man and you second-guess standing up and picking another seat. There’s only a few ways that could go even though you’re just trying to be by yourself. So you try and shake your head and tell him no, but he doesn’t seem to take no for an answer.

 It’s not until the fourth guy comes over, and they are both blocking your front view, that you decide enough is enough. You stand up and tell them to leave you alone and walk over to the only other soul in the cart.

Cue boxer!Jason.

 of course the guys weren’t gonna give up. But that doesn’t mean that boxer!Jason wouldn’t let it slide. He wasn’t going to let it slide to begin with, but once he saw that you got up, he decided that he would step in.

The guys follow you over to your new seat. But it doesn’t last for long because boxer! Jason stands up at his 6 foot height and stairs, both of them down. Which makes them both back up and try to act like they weren’t hounding you.

You’re silently thanking the beat up guy who saved you from whatever unknown fate you were going to meet in the train cart with those guys. And at the next stop, they decide to get off. Which leaves you alone…

With him.

He tells you that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. And you thank him for just being there. Of course, boxer! Jason is going to say you handled it well on your own. And you’re gonna throw in there that you had the confidence of a worker scorned.

So you give him your name. He gives you his. And you two hit it off. Non stop talking for several stops. And when it is you’re time to finally get off you pull out a sticky note with a pen. You scribble out your number as fast as you can and give it to him. And then run out the cart.

The doors close as boxer!Jason looks down at the little note you left him. Wondering how he was gonna turn this into more than a one time thing.

A/n: wind anon is back yall!! I hope you’re doing well and thank you so much for sending this in I adore you so much for this new idea <33333 I hope you enjoy.

[tomssexdoll]

Hello mllll. So i have this idea but if youre uncomfortable writing this just ignore it, <3.

So reader is at a party and she gets drunk asf, one of readers friend calls tom who is readers friend to come and pick her up. When tom comes they get in the car and readers acting stupid, she starts rubbing toms crotch and he gets hard. Tom says that they shouldn't do this cuz they're just friends. And she ends up giving tom head while driving.

Id love you if you do this. ❤

YUHHH OFC!!!! <33

Just friends?

"We shouldnt be doing this y/n..we're just friends and you know it"

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: After Tom recieves a call from one of y/ns friends, informing him that she was shitfaced he decides to come and pick her up, annoyed at her recklessness. As they are in the car back home, y/n starts to rub on him, teasing him and making him crack...

A/N: ily all <3

WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v (riding), fingering, hickeys, sucking d, alcohol mentions, drunk reader (everything is consentual though, she's not super drunk when they fuck)

I was at one of my friends parties, drinking heavily and dancing with anyone and everyone in sight. I wore a short black dress, one where if I did something as little as bending over my whole ass would be out.

I had about 8 shots of tequila, 4 shots of vodka and like 8 beers. I was out of my head, stumbling everywhere and in search for more drinks. I hadn't noticed but my friend had stolen my phone and called Tom, knowing we were very close and he'd be the one to drag me out of parties like these.

ON THE PHONE:

Tom picks up the phone

"Hello?" he said, his voice a little groggy.

"Oh, did I wake you up? Sorry, it's just...y/n is shitfaced and she needs to go home, none of us are sober and we don't want to send her in a taxi or an uber, could you come get her please?" my friend said, slurring her words slightly.

A deep sigh was heard before he answered, "yeah fine..text me the address,"

And with that the call ended.

BACK TO PRESENT:

It took Tom around 50 minutes to arrive, this place was basically in the middle of no where, my friend found a farmhouse to rent so he could be as loud as he wanted. By now I was sobered up a lot, having multiple friends give me food and water.

I was still pretty drunk but not as much as I was. As he arrived, I saw his tall, dark figure standing in the doorway, as soon as he spotted me he made his way through the crowd, pushing drunken bodies just to get to me.

"Fucking hell.." he muttered, seeing the state I was in. As soon as I saw him I jumped up, hugging him tightly, "Tommm!" I slurred, burying my face into his chest. "Yes, hi, cmon let's go," he sighed, grabbing my shoes and picking me up, holding me against his chest as he waved to my friends.

He got to his car, slowly placing me in the passanger seat and quickly going to the drivers seat, getting in and starting the car.

"I don't get how you drink so much, go easy on the alcohol," he chuckled, making sure I was strapped in properly before taking off. "Well, I just like to have fun," I smirked, crossing my arms.

About 10 minutes into the drive I felt a sudden change in the mood, like a tension was building. I looked over at him, the way his eyes were so focused on the road, the way his piercing sat perfectly on his plump lips. I felt my heat start to burn, a desire running through my veins.

I decided to take my chances, I saw the way he looked at me sometimes, the jealously he had when I was with other guys. I leaned over and slowly rubbed my hand on his thigh, teasingly close to his crotch.

His eyes widened, looking at me for a moment, "hey, what are you doing? Trying to distract me?" he chuckled, I smirked and moved my hand up higher, ending up on his crotch before going back down to his thigh, his breath hitched slightly, "don't..I have to focus on driving," he grunted, his grip tightening on the wheel.

"Why can't we have a little fun..hm?" I looked up at him, his adams apple bobbing up and down. "Because we'll have an accident that's why," he growled, trying so hard not to look down at me because if he did, he knew he'd give in.

Then, he looked at me for a split second, my eyes burning with lust and desperation, my cleavage basically ready to spill out of my chest. I moved my hand up again and palmed his cock, rubbing it softly. He panted, "don't tease.."

I smirked and kept rubbing, feeling him grow rock hard from my touch. "Ohh no, how about I take care of that," I giggled, placing small kisses on his buldge. "We shouldn't be doing this y/n..we're just friends and you know it," he groaned, "if we were just friends then, why do I always catch you staring at me in a way only a lover would look at their partner, why do you get jealous and possessive when I'm with other guys, was that night that we kissed nothing too?" I challenged him, testing his patience before he broke.

"Fuck..fine, fucking fine just do it.." he grumbled, I grinned and unbuttoned his jeans, his hips lifting to help me take them off. I slowly slid them down, letting them pool at his knees. "Oh wow..so hard for me," I teased, wrapping my fingers around the waistband of his boxers.

"Mmmhhh" he groaned, his body tensing. "Relax.." I smirked, pulling his cock out, my eyes widening at his size. He was a solid 8 inches, girthy and veiny. Precum was leaking from his tip, "well hello there.." I chuckled, scooting closer.

"Suck it baby, fuck.." he grunted, one of his hands moving down to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of hair from my face. I slowly wrapped my lips around the head, gliding myself down on his thick cock. "Yess..." he hissed, gripping my hair tighter.

"Fuck..keep that up and we're not going to make it home.." he growled, his grip tightening even ore as he thrusts his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my mouth.

He tries to keep his focus on the road but my mouth felt too good on his cock, "goddammit, you're going to make me crash," he chuckled, he gripped the steering wheel tightly as he fought to keep his composure.

"Mmm.." I moaned softly, picking up my pace and sucking his cock harder and faster, my wet mouth around his length addicting. "Fuck, fuck..gonna cum," he whined, feeling the rush of pleasure building in his balls.

I swirled my tongue over his sensitive tip, making him let out a low groan as his cock started to throb desperatly in my mouth, signalling his release. "Good girl, keep sucking that cock," he moaned lowly, guiding my head up and down his shaft.

Saliva started to build around my mouth, dripping down onto my chin. "Soo fucking messy, good girl.." he praised, the blowjob getting super sloppy. He bucked his hips up, matching my thrusts, his balls slapping against my chin.

"Holy shit, I'm close..cmon.." he groaned, my pace quickened, his tip hitting the back of my throat, making me slightly gag as I wanted to send him into oblivion.

"Yes yes, cmon!" he moaned loudly, his orgasm dangerously close. With one last hard suck he emptied himself in my mouth, coating it with thick ropes of cum, "fuck!" he cried out, his chest heaving up and down as he calmed down from his release.

I smirked and pulled back, swallowing every last drop. "We're not fucking done yet," he slammed his foot on the brake, skidding to a stop on the side of the road.

"Get in the back, now!" he ordered. I instantly obeyed and climbed into the back seat, sitting down on the cool leather seats. He climbed back with me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap.

He plants soft, passionate kisses onto my shoulders, exploring the skin with his tongue. His hands moved over my body, gripping my hips and pulling me closer, his cock resting against my stomach.

He pulls back and captures my lips in a rough kiss, feeling my breasts pressing against his chest, his cock twitching. "Gotta let those out, hm?" he chuckled, his fingers finding the zip of my dress and slowly dragging it down, grabbing the material and sliding it off my body, leaving me in only my panties.

"No bra huh? Such a fucking tease.." he groaned, grabbing my boobs roughly and squeezing them, latching onto one of my nipples and sucking harshly, a wave of pleasure rushing throughout me.

"Mmmhh.." I moaned softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and driving his head closer. He grabbed my tits and squished them together, licking the skin slowly.

"So sexy...I've been waiting for this moment for so long.." he grinned, continuing to kiss and touch my body, his hands exploring every inch of me. His hands stop at my panties, moving them to the side and teasing my folds with his fingers.

"Fuck..so wet for me.." he chuckled, mocking me from earlier, "oh shut up," I giggled and smacked his arm playfully. I started to softly grind on his fingers, "ohh fuck.." I whined. He grabbed my hips and kept me still before plunging his fingers into my sopping cunt.

"Oh shit!" I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders for support, "you're soaking.." he groaned, sliding his fingers in and out at a slow pace.

He continued to pump his fingers inside me, now increasing his pace, he can hear the sounds of my arousal filling the car and it only turned him on even more, curling his fingers at my g spot just to get a reaction out of me.

"Fuckk!" I buried my face into his neck, his thumb rubbing against my clit, as soon as he starts to feel me tighten around him he retracts his fingers. "Tom?" I whined at the loss of contact, pulling away from his neck and looking at him confused.

"That was just to get you ready baby, don't worry," he chuckled, grabbing his cock with one hand and using the other to hover me over his cock. His tip rested at my entrance before he slowly slid me down, my tight cunt resisting.

"Cmon..you can fit more," he grunted, trying to get me past the thickest layer of his cock, the base. He knew it wouldn't just go in without any sort of lubrication so he held his hand out, "spit honey," I hesitated for a second but spit some saliva into his hand, it smelt like vodka and beer but he didn't give a shit.

He coated the rest of his cock with the saliva and slammed me down, "ah!" I cried out, my legs slightly trembling from the force. "See, not even my fingers could help.." he chuckled, letting me adjust to his size.

My brain was hazy, vision foggy. After another minute of resting he started to thrust up into me, gripping my hips for security. His pace quickened, slamming into me over and over again, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other repeating as he fucked me relentlessly.

His cock hit all the right spots inside me, stabbing into my g spot effortlessly, making me roll my eyes back. "You like that baby? The way my cock slams into that tight cunt.." he whispered in my ear, I was out of words at this point, only able to muster up a small nod.

"Good girl.." he chuckled, picking up the pace and ramming into me harder, leaning down and sucking at my neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over the skin.

"Mmmm!" I moaned loudly, arching my back to meet his thrusts. He smirked against my skin, enjoying the sight of me losing control under his touch. His thrusts become faster, rougher and harder as he takes me to the brink of esctacy, "I could fuck you like this all day, listens to the sounds you make and the faces you pull as I drive my cock further into you.." he growled lowly, leaving marks everywhere on my neck.

His dirty talk only turned me on even more, my pussy throbbing around his cock, "ohhh fuck!" I whined, his balls slapping against my ass as he fucks me mercilessly.

"You want it harder, baby? You want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?" he smirks, reaching down to spank my ass roughly, "ah! Y-yes!" I yelped, he grabbed my hips tighter, leaving cresent shaped moons in my skin as he pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust, a knot forming in my stomach.

His thrusts never faltered, only getting more vicious and cruel, his cock pounding into me with such force, his muscles straining. "That's right, baby. Take it all. Take every inch of this fucking cock," he groaned, slapping my ass again, a red mark forming on the cheek.

"Mmm! Gonna cum, fuck..." I groaned, wrapping my arms around him and scratching at his back, the pleasure getting too much. His cock throbbed with urgency inside me, pushing me towards the edge.

"Cum for me baby, let your juices spill all over my cock.." he grinned, reaching down and rubbing my clit with his thumb once again, sending me into a state of euphoria as I felt my orgasm drive over the edge.

"Fuck!" I yelled, my cunt clenching around his shaft as I spilled my juices all over it, "fuck yes!" he grunted, slamming into me and spilling his hot seed deep into me, grabbing my chin and smashing his lips into mine, kissing me passionately.

As he pulled away a long string of saliva followed, "you were amazing..fuck," he panted, pulling me against his chest and letting us both recover from the earth shattering orgasms we just had.

After letting us rest he slowly lifted me off his cock, his cum dripping out of my pussy, "oh fuck.." he chuckled and reached into the front for some tissues, wiping us both down and cleaning the seats.

He moved my panties back and pulled his jeans and boxers back up. Opening the door and holding me tightly, he walked over to the passanger side and slid me in, coming back to the drivers seat and starting the car, driving off.

"How about you stay at my place, let me take care of you?" he turned to me, seeing how tired I already was. I nodded softly and rested my head against the car door, exhaustion taking over me as I fell asleep.

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[webdollzz]

BATTERED 'N' BRUISED

WARNINGS: blood kink!! dom!hobie x f!reader. mirror sex, penetrative sex, accidental creampie, fingering, hair pulling, forced eye contact, manhandling, swears (obviously), semi public sex, darcyphila, multiple orgasms. r described as easily bruised

AUTHORS NOTE: those warnings...this also came to me in a dream. unhinged dream.

Hobie had taken you to your first punk rock concert with him, as it was his turn to plan a date, and this was his idea of a date. you didn't complain, though. it made him happy. you tried to match the vibe as best as you could, putting on messily good black makeup, short denim skirt, torn fishnets, big clompy boots — the works.

you tried your best to fit in with the crowd, and you certainly did in hobie's eyes. he had you pressed against the barricade with him behind you, protecting you from the hits and shoves from the crowd, his back and sides taking them instead so you could enjoy the concert with him. you looked over to your left as you heard particularly louder screaming, seeing a mosh pit beginning to form. you lean back against hobie's chest, tugging him down by one of his necklaces so his ear was level to your mouth. it was the only way he'd hear you between the loud singing and music.

"the fuck is that?!" you asked, gesturing to the violent circle within the crowd. he glanced over, smirking as he leaned down into your ear.

"mosh pi', luv. basically everybody hittin' everybody." he shrugged, his hands running up and down your sides, looking at the way you stared at it. "wha'? you wanna go in?" you nod, and he snorts. "a'ight — c'mere." he said, gripping your waist with a grin, pulling you through the crowd. he knew he probably shouldn't get you in a mosh pit when it's your first concert, and because you already bruise like a peach. but how could he deny his girl? he couldn't.

so he hauled you with him, talking loudly in your ear. "so, rule one. someone falls, ya' help 'em up. two, palms, not actual fists. no throwin' punches —" He continued to walk you through the unspoken rules of proper mosh etiquette, and you tried to listen, but it was hard. but he said this one a little louder, the most important one, as he put it.

"numba' six – don't move a single inch from me. wors' place ta' lose ya' would be a mosh." he said, gently kissing your lips before yanking you into the pit with him. one, two — three songs later, the pit finally dissipated. and what happened half way through song two? you got lost in the pit. the concert was still going, so he couldn't exactly call for you. it was only half way done, so he couldn't call for you for a while. he was worried sick – there was easily over a thousand people at this venue. easy. he wouldn't find you in the floods of people, he'd just have to wait until you both met back up at your car outside.

his train of thought was interrupted by much older rocker – 40s – tapping on his shoulder. "this yours?" He yelled over the music with a laugh, presenting a very bloody you. you were grinning like a mad woman, your nose profusely bleeding and dripping down your mouth, chin, neck, chest — pretty much your entire front was covered. and you didn't give a single fuck. his brows furrowed with concern, a pit forming in his stomach.

"fuckin' 'ell – yeah! thanks, mate." the guy wandered off with a grin and a nod, giving him a small thumbs up.

"doll, are you alr–" "that was the best fucking thing ever!" you interrupted him with a yell, and he got more confused. you enjoyed it? your nose was pouring with blood! admittedly, seeing your torn, low cut shirt and blood covered cleavage stirred something in him, but he pushed it aside.

"wha'?!" he had to make sure he heard that right. you briefly spat out some blood by your feet, smiling back up at him. "I had fun!" you exclaimed, your nose still dripping. it must've been a pretty brutal hit. "so, you're a'ight?.." he asked cautiously, gently poking your nose to make sure it wasn't broken or anything, the bleeding was really bad. "yeah! I'm fine!" he grabbed your inner elbow gently, dragging you towards the bathrooms at the back. once he made sure you were okay, his skinny jeans began to get a whole lot tighter. you frowned, stumbling along with him.

"why are we leavin'?" you asked as he pulled you into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you two. he shrugged, pinning you between him and the sink.

"cus' m'hard as fuck righ' now." your eyes widened as his head dipped down to nip and kiss at the sides of your neck that isn't covered in blood. so, he got turned on by blood now? that's new.

"hob.." you gasped as he sucked a hickey onto the side of your neck, his hand sliding up your inner thigh to rub it gently, before his forefinger went to draw lazy circles on your clit through your panties.

"hmm?" he hummed quietly, kicking your legs apart so he can stand between them easier. your breath hitches quietly, your hips pushing down against his finger for more.

"more...please." he grabbed your fishnets and tore them at your pussy with ease, making you jolt slightly. you opened your mouth to complain about it but it dribbled back down your throat when he pushed your panties to the side to rub at your clit again, just with no barriers. you huffed out a moan, your head tipping back. he slid his finger to your entrance, teasing it for a short moment before he slipped it into you, curling it to your sweet spot. you moaned, unaware of how much he was staring a your blood covered neck until his head dipped forward.

his tongue licked up the length of your neck, to your chin and mouth. he gripped your hair with his free hand, tugging your head back up to face him.

you whimpered softly, but your eyes widened when you saw him smiling at you with his mouth covered in your blood.

"hob, what'r you do-" you were cut short when his lips smashed against yours, pulling your hair roughly as his fingers sped up. the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue as he kissed you with a lip bruising fervour, disgustingly brought you closer to the edge. and fast.

it smeared your blood all over your lips, the now occasional drip of blood from your nose making it messy. you were whimpering into the kiss, rolling your hips against his hand as he added another finger. the iron taste of your blood in your mouth, his thumb pressing against your throbbing clit and the two fingers curling into your sweet spot had you crying out.

he left the kiss, trailing from your cheek cheek your jaw, to your neck where he stayed. he kissed where the blood was — some dried, some not. he didn't care, it was all fucking with his head. your hand gripped his bicep as your let out a moan that was higher in pitch than the band. he stopped kissing your neck, and you could feel the way he smirked against your stained skin at the volume of your moans.

"gooood girl.. " he praised lowly in your ear, the sound of his rough voice making you whimper. his fingers didn't stop, working you through and past your orgasm, overstimulation painfully sweet. you tried to grab his wrist, but he swatted you away and shook his head as he began kissing your neck again.

"nah, chill out. we ain' done, love." he hissed, and you choked back cries as you pushed at his arm. "ple-please.." you whispered, and he sighed quietly, understanding your limit. he removed his fingers slowly and you sunk into him gratefully, silently thanking him. he slowly began wrapping an arm around your waist, and you assumed it was to support you, but what actually happened was he flipped you round to face the mirror, your hip bone pressing into the clean cut curve of the countertop.

you yelped as his hand went into your hair, gently wrapping it around his hand and craning your head back. the look in his eyes showed something you've barely seen a glimpse of — he rarely got rough with you. he leaned into your ear, hand still in your hair and the other on the middle of your back to force an arch.

"you a'ight?" He asked you quietly, nudging the side of your head with his nose as his low eyes stayed on yours through the reflection. you nodded best you could, making him tug your hair.

"words." "yes, m'okay." you whispered, and he nodded softly, his hand on your back rubbing small circles for comfort. his nose nudged your cheek before he kissed your temple softly.

"good, we ain' done." he mumbled, kicking your legs apart and pushing your back down so your tummy touched the cold, marble sink top. he grabbed your panties and the hem of your fishnets and practically ripped them off your body. you always underestimated his strength.

"those were my nice pair.." You mumbled softly with a frown, as if that was the biggest thing right now. he rolled his eyes, undoing his belt with one hand as the other stayed firmly in your hair.

"ll'steal ya another. now shut i'." he kissed your shoulder, still peering at you. his belt clattered against the floor, and he unbuttoned his jeans to shimmy them down just enough to pull out his dick.

"deep breath, c'mon." he shook your head a little with his hand in your hair, and you took in a little breath before he pushed in, making you splutter out that breath with a whimper. you never adjusted to the size and girth of him, it's like he was made to hurt you.

"should'a done a deep breath." he shrugged, burying himself to the hilt as you gripped the sink. his hand left your hair to slip to your hip, lifting you towards him a little, which makes you now uncomfortaby on your tippy toes. he began a slow pace, which made you take a deep breath — finally — and dip your head forward. he huffed softly, looking down at where you connect, seeing how quickly you covered his cock in your slick, making it easy for him to speed up.

your jaw fell slack, your arms sliding up the sink to try and stabilise yourself as you moaned with each thrust. he smiled to himself, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing harshly, making you huff at him.

"perv." you mumbled, and he just laughed at you, purposefully tilting his hips to adjust his thrusts towards your sweet spot, making you cry out as your eyes closed. his arm went over your stomach and up to your shoulders, forcing you to his chest.

"look." he whispered gruffly against your hair, his eyes glued onto your face. you fluttered your eyes open, seeing him staring at you and you mewled, the eye contact making you feel nervous and try to hide your face in his neck — as if he isn't 7inches deep right now. his hand grabbed where your jaw meets your neck, snapping it back to the mirror.

"fuckin' look. y'r a mess." He laughed, his other hand going from your hip to your clit, drawing quick figure eights which quickly made tears meet your waterline before they ran down your cheeks.

"n-no, I'm not." you tried to defend yourself, but your eyes went from him to your own form. jaw slack, eyes having difficulty staying open, legs shaking. you were a mess. he just hummed quietly, looking back down at where he is pounding into you, seeing the way you stretch to accommodate him and yet still struggle.

you cried out, clawing at his arm that was holding your jaw to the mirror, tears rolling down your cheeks. his fingers sped up on your clit to match the pace of his brutal thrusts, making your eyes roll back with a loud whine.

he looked back up at you, and his breath hitched. black make up smudged and smeared, running down your face from your waterworks, jaw slack, eyes rolled back and the remaining of the blood stuck to your skin.

he couldn't help it, he knew better. but that didn't stop him from filling you to the brim, the sight of you destroyed and a mess making him milk himself dry. you gasped at the feeling of him cumming inside you, the warmth triggering your own orgasm as you cried loudly.

he groaned breathily, slowing his thrusts. he pulled his hand from you, instead wrapping them both around your waist to keep you steady as he gently lowered you to the flats of your feet.

"did you actually just —" you breathed, staring at him in the mirror. he just shrugged, smiling like a cocky bastard at you.

"rule breaker, innit."

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Make Me Wanna 3

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Headlights flash across a white garage door. The car jerks to a stop and you look at the suburban house before you. The red brick and trimmed hedges are shadowy as yellow light glows from behind the front door. Another light flicks on upstairs as Walter shuts off the engine and plucks up his phone. 

You stay as you are, arms crossed as you stare over at him. He unbuckles his belt, letting it snap back, and he climbs out, shifting the whole car with his weight. You shake your head and roll your eyes. You’ll wait until he’s inside and fuck off.  

The escape is quickly stymied as he stomps around to the passenger side and opens the door. As he grabs your arm, you struggle to release yourself from the seat belt. You shove him away as you get up and steady yourself against the car. 

“Stop,” you whine. “Jesus.” 

“She better be here,” he snarls and snaps his fingers at you. 

You sigh and follow his pointing finger up the walk. He falls into step with you and his footsteps take the stairs heavily. Boom, boom, boom. His approach is thunderous in the calm suburban din. 

He pounds on the door and jabs at the doorbell. You shake your head and hug yourself as the evening sends a chill up your spine. Faye is not going to be happy and when she’s pissed, she reminds you a lot of her father. 

Walter continues his assault on the front door and finally a shadow flickers from within. Clumsy steps stutter to the other side and the latch flips back. A guy you vaguely recognise opens it from inside. Your escort growls and clamps his hand around the door frame.  

“Where the fuck is my daughter?” He sneers. 

“Huh? Who the hell--” 

“Faye!” Walter booms past the guy. 

“Yo, you can’t just--” 

“I can just, buddy,” Walter grabs the guy by his scruff, “I’m a cop and you got my fucking daughter in here--” 

“Holy fuck!” 

“Dad!” Faye squeals and comes barreling down the stairs, “get off! What are you even doing here? How do you--” 

She stops as she spots you watching half-drunk from the doorway. You put your hands up and shrug, mouthing ‘sorry’. She scowls and turns her ire back on her father. 

“You are so embarrassing! I’m an adult. I can do what I want--” 

Walter shoves aside the man in his maw and storms towards his daughter. 

“Can you, now? Why don’t you get a goddamn job and go find somewhere you can pay rent because as long as you live under my roof, you’re not an adult. You don’t get to go home with strangers.” 

Your brows raise and you back up. This would be a great time to leave. You don’t think Faye is gonna talk to you for a while after this and Walter, well, you don’t really care.  

You turn and drag your feet across the porch. What a disaster. Hey, it might save you from a future of these nights. You’re about done with the whole drinking and clubbing nonsense. Dancing isn’t too bad but there’s many guys buzzing around and Faye doesn’t bother swatting them away.  

You stop at the curb and look around. You don’t know this neighbourhood. Once you find a street name, you’re sure you’ll be able to track down a train terminal or something and get home. Great, more money spent. 

Is this what life is going to be for you? Depressing, dim, defeating. Faye, well, she’s a pretty girl, from a decent upbringing, these are her wild oats. She’ll sow them and be off to bigger better things once her name is on that degree. But you, you stick around in shady bars and you’ll be just another washed out loser. 

You get a few blocks away before you can get your data to kick in. You'll use your measly megabits in moments. Right, okay. Buses aren’t running at 2am and the train station is twenty minutes away. Fun, walking in the dark, alone. 

You don’t have much of a choice. You keep on. The glare of headlights comes up behind you, illuminating your silhouette against the hedges and pavement. You don’t look. Not until the car slows beside you. 

“Get in,” Walter orders brusquely. 

You scoff and cross your arms.  

“It’s not safe out here.” 

“Like you care.” 

“I’m a detective, it’s my job.” 

“Well, I’m out of your jurisdiction, detective, don’t gotta worry about me,” you roll your eyes. 

“Would you just--” 

You stop and face him as he hits the brakes and stops completely. 

“Where’s Faye?” You sniff. 

“So now you care?” 

“Wow, well, you can stop pretending to be Mr. Detective Good Guy,” you grit, “really, I didn’t tell her to get with that dude. If you listened, you’d know that’s the last thing I wanted. I don’t wanna be ditched for some stranger.” You shake your head and flick your hand dismissively, “not that you even care. So please, I’m gonna catch a train and go home. Don’t worry, you won’t see me any time soon. Sir.” 

You attach the last word as punctuation before you spin on your heel. You sneer into the darkness as you stroll away. You really can’t believe him. It’s like he’s so caught up in playing the hero detective in his working hours, that off the clock he can only be an asshole. 

Well, he isn’t your dad. He doesn’t make the rules for you. He is not your law. 

[quin-ns]

The blue VIII (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Series summary: JJ has a secret, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold onto it. He discovers his breaking point when his best friend starts to show interest in you, his step sister, who he’s already fallen hard for

Series tags: step brother!jj, dual pov, jealousy, one sided john b x reader, drinking, inappropriate relationship, public sex, oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: the final chapter. I had a lot of fun not only writing but sharing my first series with you guys 🫶

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You hadn’t planned on JJ following you inside, but a part of you knew he would anyway.

You were glad he did, because when JJ took you into his arms, you felt a wave of comfort that you desperately needed. You had so many days to prepare for this, but it still didn’t feel like enough. Thinking and talking about how to tell your friends versus actually telling them was very different.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

You tilted your head up and found JJ looking down at you. You wondered if he could see your guilt as the thought of backing out crossed your mind.

JJ leaned in after a moment. His lips ghosted yours as he muttered, “It’s okay.”

Someone cleared their throat, and it wasn’t JJ. The sound that filled the room came from near the doorway. You tensed and even though anxiety made you want to bury your face into JJ’s shirt, you turned your head.

John B stood a few feet in the doorway, a look of sheer embarrassment on his face. He scratched the back of his head, eyes not meeting yours or JJ’s directly.

“Was just coming to check on you guys…” he said awkwardly, gesturing to you and JJ. You swallowed and parted from JJ, even if it was the last thing you wanted to do. You failed to speak and so did JJ. “So is this a thing, or…?”

“We can explain,” you said, not even knowing how to begin.

“Yeah, we were gonna tell you guys, we just”—JJ shrugged and looked at you—“we just didn’t know how.”

Kiara and Pope picked that moment to come into the house. A spotlight might as well have been shining down on you. You’d probably be sweating in a minute.

“What’s going on?” Kiara questioned, looking between the three of you. “If you’re back to arguing—“

“Kie, stop,” JJ interjected, lifting a hand. “No one is arguing, okay?”

Kiara pouted at being interrupted. “Well what is it then?”

You locked eyes with John B. Your heart stammered in your chest, even as he deferred to you. You looked up to JJ and found him looking at you as well. They’d follow your lead, you could see it in their eyes. They had different tells, but you knew them well enough to figure this out. It was up to you.

You gave JJ a light nod. No backing down now.

“We have something to tell you guys,” you blurted out, facing the group.

JJ reached for your hand, and you saw the moment it clicked for Kie and Pope. Confusion set in, Kie with wide eyes and Pope with furrowed brows. John B’s smile was tight lipped as he attempted an assuring look.

“You… you um…” Pope began, like he wasn’t sure how the sentence ended.

“Yeah,” JJ said. “We’re together.”

You weren’t sure what was worse, the dead silence or the stares you were receiving. Time passed so slowly in those quiet seconds.

“How long…?” Kiara wondered cautiously.

“About a month,” you admitted. “We weren’t sure how to bring it up.”

“I can see why,” Kiara muttered. You heard JJ suck in a breath. “Sorry,” she apologized, actually sounding guilty.

John B shoved his hands into his pockets, shoulders slouching. “Well it explains a lot,” he decided. His brows raised in JJ’s direction. “That's why you got so mad at me, isn’t it?”

“I was jealous,” JJ confessed. “I didn’t handle it well ‘cause she didn’t know and I didn’t think I could ever tell her how I felt.”

“I had no idea,” you added, hoping it was the right thing to say. You were at a loss for what the right thing was, truthfully. There couldn’t be a right thing to say in a situation like this. There wasn’t exactly a blueprint for how to explain your step brother was no longer that in your eyes, and that even more than that he was also your boyfriend. “This just sort of happened, but it’s working.”

There was a sense of relief that intertwined with your anxiety. At least you got the words out. They left your mind and now existed in open space. It wasn’t a secret anymore.

“I still have a lot of questions,” Pope commented awkwardly.

It was fair, you would too. So whatever they asked, you and JJ answered. Eventually the nervous energy in the room wore off and you were all able to move back out to the porch, where you continued the little Q and A. You and JJ told them everything. It was uncomfortable at first, especially when JJ started talking about the fact he’d struggled for so long with his feelings before you knew. You held his hand and couldn’t fight your frown as he voiced his former anxiety. It seemed like such a long time ago. You couldn’t imagine a world where JJ looked at you full of love and desire and you didn’t meet his gaze with the same emotions.

They finally got the truth about the night John B and JJ argued, about the movie, about the party—although, the detail about you and JJ sleeping together was one you consciously left out. The two of you were often on the same wavelength and silently agreed they didn’t need to know that much. The fact you both admitted feelings was information enough. Your friends could only digest so much in one night. Eventually JJ would tell John B and Pope on a guys day, and you’d have to tell Kie on a girls night, and they’d all talk to each other, and it would be a thing… but then it wouldn’t. That was usually how things went with this group. Everyone always found out everything eventually.

You and JJ took turns talking. It was the most you’d seen him open up in a while when it wasn’t just the two of you. Even though the looks on your friends' faces read like they were still unsure of how to react, your confidence grew. With every word of admiration JJ said with your name to follow, and how easily amazing moments with him appeared in your mind, you were certain you’d made the right decision. Your friends could understand that with enough time.

“I know—we know—it’s gonna take time to get used to,” you began, fiddling with your hands. They’d have to. They loved you, and they loved JJ. They’d have to accept the way you loved each other. “But do you think you can?” Wouldn’t they?

You looked between John B, Kiara, and Pope, and they exchanged glances between one another. You were sure JJ was doing the same as you.

“Yeah,” John B finally said. “You guys are our friends and if you're happy, then we’re happy for you.”

He sounded like he meant it, and as Pope and Kie nodded along, you could only hope they really did.

Your head hit the pillow with a giggle. JJ was all over you, pressing kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your chest… He slid down your body, lips leaving a trail down your stomach. His hands bunched in the dress you’d worn to dinner—your first official date out in the open—and pushed it up around your waist.

“You’re such a tease,” you said, face feeling warm as he pressed a kiss to your navel.

JJ looked up at you through his lashes and you just about passed out right there.

The day had been perfect. You needed a perfect day after telling your friends about the nature of your relationship.

You woke up with JJ’s arms around you and stayed in bed until you felt like getting up. Making breakfast wasn’t something you usually did, but Luke was absent from the house so you seized the opportunity to enjoy it. After that you and JJ went to an old movie theater you loved. He actually paid for your tickets to the first movie and the popcorn, but then you each got a thrill out of hopping between screening rooms, trying to see as many movies as you could before you got caught (which you didn’t, maybe they didn’t care enough to watch the cameras).

After, JJ took you to the house and you both changed into something nice. You didn’t even know he owned a pair of pants that went down to his ankles, and you laughed when he emphasized what a big deal it was that he was putting them on for you after you commented on it. You found a white sundress you’d been meaning to wear for the longest time but hadn’t had the opportunity to.

“It’s the perfect time,” he had said, voice full of admiration. “You look amazing.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you had tossed back, taking his arm as he led you out to his bike.

There was something about being dressed all fancy on JJ’s motorbike that felt as if you were in a scene from a film. Fear didn’t dare to creep in as you held onto his waist from behind—it knew it would be crushed by your joy.

The place you went was still on the Cut, but it was one of the nicest restaurants that your side of the island had. You would’ve gone to The Wreck, but today was just for you and JJ. Kiara wouldn’t have interfered, but you two wanted to be alone. Besides, you didn’t need Mr. or Mrs. Carerra giving you questioning looks when you and JJ ordered one slice of pie and two forks.

You weren’t even sure they had pie on the menu at The Wreck honestly, but the nice place you went did. Key Lime became a new favorite.

You talked, and laughed together, and flirted of course, and forgot the rest of the world existed. You’d never had a real boyfriend, but you could get used to this. That fact that it was JJ made it a hundred times more special. He was the one for you, you never could’ve sat across from anyone else and enjoyed yourself as much as you did with him.

You could hardly keep your hands off of one another when you got back to the house—which you still had to yourself. JJ guided you back to your room, eyes full of hunger and hands moving with intent. The fond recent memories collided with the sensations he inflicted upon you now.

You gasped when his fingers tugged at your underwear. You let him remove them without a hint of protest, and your lungs contracted when he dove between your legs without a word.

His mouth was heavenly, his tongue skilled as he ran it between your folds. You finally caught your breath when his nose rubbed against your clit.

“JJ, please,” you whined.

You felt him grin against you as he lifted his head just long enough to ask, “What is it, baby?”

Truthfully you didn’t know. Words failed you and that seemed to amuse him as he returned to eating you out like it was his favorite thing to do. It might’ve been, you wouldn’t put it past him.

Your hand tangled in his hair, tugging a little when the pressure began to build. He gripped your thighs in his strong, rough hands to keep them from squeezing around his head. JJ still needed to breathe, but you forgot that sometimes. He was so fucking good you didn’t even have to guide him. You just needed something to hold onto as he devoured you like a man starved.

His tongue worked magic between your legs, lapping at you in a way that had you tensing and shivering.

When your orgasm finally hit, you let out a moan of his name, thighs quivering around his head as he suckled at your clit. He didn’t even need to use his hands.

“I love it when you do that,” he complimented, voice heavy with arousal. Coming down from your high you couldn’t place him for a moment, only trying to catch your breath, but then he was above you. You smiled when you saw blue eyes and pink lips grinning down at you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you managed, pressing up on your elbows to capture his lips. JJ sunk into you, giving you enough leverage to get him beneath you. You straddled him, your lips leaving his to say, “Your turn.”

Your legs laid across JJ’s lap as you laughed along with your friends. It was early in the morning, and you’d all decided to meet up at the Chateau to hang out for the day.

A couple weeks had passed since you and JJ told them all about your relationship. It was going better than you had hoped, which was an immense relief.

Not too long ago they couldn’t control their expressions—you’d catch the curious gazes and side eyes between them. Now, though? They hardly bat an eye when JJ reached for your hand or when you leaned on his shoulder. You tried to keep the PDA to a minimum, but it was easier said than done when JJ looked at you the way he did.

You honestly didn’t understand how you never noticed before.

Right now his hand rested on your thigh, his thumb gliding across your skin as you tried to keep up with what was being said.

“We’re still down to go to the beach, right?” Kiara looked around at everyone.

It wasn’t a particularly sunny day, but the plan had already been made and a few clouds weren’t going to hurt anyone.

“I've been needing a beach day,” you agreed, to which everyone nodded along.

John B clapped his hands onto his knees. “I’ll pack the cooler.”

Once that was done, you all loaded up in John B’s van and headed for the beach. He took the front and Kie took the passenger side, while you, JJ, and Pope hung out in the back.

JJ sat on the ground, his back against the wall. You sat between his bent legs, leaning your back against his chest. His arms locked around you, just holding you as you chatted to Kiara and John B up front.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Pope watching you and JJ. When you looked at his face, a hint of old nervousness threatened to appear. Then you noticed the smile. Just the slightest half smile with the corner of his lip tugged up.

“You good, Pope?” you wondered.

“Yeah, just…” He shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ve said it, but I’m happy for you guys.”

His sweet words almost brought tears to your eyes, which surprised you a bit. It was the first time any one of your friends had said something like that. The verbal acceptance made your heart skip as you tilted your head back to meet JJ’s eyes. Sure enough he was looking down at you, a smile on his face.

“Thanks, man,” JJ said to the boy across from you both.

“You guys are good together,” Kiara added from the front. She turned her body in her seat to face the two of you. “I don’t think I’ve seen either of you this happy.”

As she said this, you noticed the way Pope watched her, while she seemed none the wiser. Had that been what you and JJ looked like from an outside perspective? The fact that no one suspected anything was nothing short of a miracle on his part. Things could’ve been a lot different if he had been asked too many questions at the wrong time.

You decided at that moment you wouldn’t mention anything until Pope or Kie mentioned it. It would likely be the former, it really seemed like Kiara had no clue. The thought crossed your mind that he could’ve talked to JJ, or if he hadn’t, that he should. JJ wasn’t someone anyone would think to go to for well thought out advice—he was a bit of a wildcard—but in this scenario he had been successful. It couldn’t hurt.

Although that could be saved for another time, another place. Right now you focused on what John B was saying, his head turning between the road and the back.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re not as handsome as me, but”—John B’s teasing was cut off when Kie swatted at his arm. “Hey! I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he assured quickly. You laughed while Kie shot you a wink and sat back right. JJ’s chest shook as he chuckled behind you, but his arms still tightened around your body. “Seriously though, what they said. You guys make a good couple.”

“Thank you, guys. That’s so sweet. It means a lot,” you said to the three of your friends.

“Of course.” John B threw a glance back towards JJ. “You got lucky, don’t let her go. ‘Cause she could do better.”

JJ took the taunt with a laugh. “I don’t know how she settled for me,” JJ joined in at his own expense. “But you’re not getting rid of me now.” That last part was directed at you. He rested his head on your shoulder and despite the odd angle, you managed to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Good,” you said. “‘Cause I’m not letting you go.”

The beach was in sight in a matter of moments out the window. Since it was a random weekday where the sun wasn’t all that clear, John B found a place to park his van with no problem.

You hummed in content as you and JJ walked hand in hand into the sand. You managed to lay down a towel for yourself before the light breeze kicked it up. You laid out on it with a content hum. A lazy smile spread across your face as bits of sunlight managed to beam down onto you from behind the clouds. Nothing was going to keep you from enjoying the beach. JJ took his place beside you while the others made a mad dash for the water. It was probably colder than usual, but you knew you’d get in eventually.

Comfortable silence hung in the air for a while until out of the blue JJ asked, “You remember the last time we were here?”

“It’s been a while.” You tried to recall the last time you were on this beach, but nothing specific came to mind.

The clouds moved a bit, so you shielded your eyes from the sun as you looked up at JJ. He had his knees up and leaned on them. His thoughtful expression nearly had you sitting up, but you just got comfortable, and the look in his eyes was one you came to recognize. It told you not to worry.

“You and John B were chicken fighting with Pope and Kie. And I...” JJ chuckled in spite of himself. “I was so jealous.”

You turned to lay on your back. Memories that felt like ages ago resurfaced, but they really weren’t all that distant. You recalled the chicken fight, and how you’d all gone back to that Chateau. You fell asleep on the couch talking to John B and woke up to JJ in the chair across from you. That morning filled you with just enough suspicion that you guessed something was up.

“What made you think of that?” you wondered. “‘Cause we’re back here?”

JJ shrugged. He looked out at the water, then cast his eyes down to meet yours. A light smile appeared on his lips

“I just didn’t think this was ever gonna happen. Us, I mean.” JJ let his legs fall flat and you pulled yourself to lay your head in his lap. God, you loved his smile. “But I’m really fucking happy it did.”

You grinned, unable to help yourself. “I’m really fucking happy too.”

End.

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[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

I absolutely LOVED your eroticization of radaway/rad-x post!! It brings me so much joy to know others love ghouls as much as I do! I was wondering if you had any headcannons/thoughts on john hancock? love your work!

Thank you sooo much! I wasn't expecting that post to resonate with people the way it did, honestly; it was like 70% shit post. I absolutely love ghouls, both from a sci-fi point of view and from a monster fucker point of view, and I'm overjoyed to have found a like-minded group of people to share my stuff with. I'm usually a huge sucker for fictional physiology and in-universe biology (which I'm sure you can't tell at all based on the few thousand words I've written on this blog about various ghoul body fluids, etc.) and the Fallout universe has so much potential for stuff like that.

I have two requests for Hancock headcanons in the inbox right now, so I figured I'd split the SFW/NSFW stuff between this post and a follow-up.

SFW John Hancock (FO4) Headcanons

He is excellent at mending clothes. After years of partying and fighting and fucking in his old-ass cosplay, he's gotten very handy with a needle and thread. If you need something patched, hemmed, or appliquéd, he's your guy. He's also pretty competent at stain removal, to some degree.

Something else he's surprisingly good at is cooking, but not in the traditional "roast you a chicken" (or a radroach or whatever), "bake you a cake" sort of way; more in the "your stoned roommate with all the weird stories at 3 AM working with what's about to go bad in the fridge" way. He's the master of dressing disgusting shit up to be palletable, or elevating stuff that's easy to get your hands on into something you'll actually find yourself craving, especially when you're high.

We know he loves mentats (mmm...delicious and smarty) and I like the idea of him sitting up all night with his brain buzzing for knowledge, just reading whatever he can get his hands on. He has *one of the highest INT stat of any Fallout companion (a whopping fucking 14/10, quite literally), and I like to imagine that a lot of that can be contributed to behavior like this, in addition to him also being naturally smart.

He may give off the air that he's very confident and self-assured, but a lot of it is bluster and faking it until he makes it. Don't get me wrong, he certainly has aspects about himself that he is confident in, as his talents are many, but...he'd be lying if he said he was confident in his looks. Sure, they don't really bother him, but he's not the biggest fan of looking in mirrors. It's not necessarily because he thinks he's that ugly or anything, but his face reminds him so much of all his regrets; that didn't change when he became a ghoul. The new face is just associated with new regrets.

This man was born to be a gamer and he would absolutely love to chill and play something fun. The games on the Pip Boy don't strike me as THAT fun, but hey, would he really know the difference?

[suskz]

Jock Jisung

asked by: @madzitzalt

pairing: Jock!Jisung x Nerd!Fem!Reader (uhh, she’s not that nerdy in this one 😅)

t/w: smut ; switch Jisung (mostly sub) ; mostly dom reader ; riding ; unprotected sex (don’t do that kids).

w/c: around 1.3k

a/n: my first Jisung ask yayy!! Hope you like it!! 😊

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You knew you shouldn't have agreed, but faced with your boyfriend's puppy eyes, you didn't have the courage to say no.

And here you are now, in the middle of the basketball court, ready to catch the ball that Felix is about to throw to you.

"Y/n, catch it!" he yells at you from a little further away.

And you actually manage to catch it. But by the time you realise it, it has already been taken away.

"Too slow!" Minho teases you, moving away with the ball and scoring a basket.

You sigh, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You suck at sports. You don't even know why they wanted you to play a game with them after practice.

"It will be fun." Jisung told you, "You'll see, you won't be that bad."

You mentally thank the whistle that signals the end of the game. When you turn in the direction of your boyfriend, who is looking at you with a mischievous smile, there's only one thing you can think of.

He did it to watch you in the shorts he gave you, didn't he?

“These will help you move better!” His damn horny mind has once again won over you.

You hold back from rolling your eyes and turn towards the other guys, who are heading to the locker rooms.

“Well done!” Chan says. You smile shyly at him, but that doesn’t mean you agree with him.

“At least you made one basket.” Seungmin says teasingly, and you immediately lower your hand to avoid giving him a high-five.

Soon after, you feel someone standing next to you, and a hand lands on one of your butt cheeks.

You look around carefully to make sure no one is watching, but almost everyone is already inside the locker room. You still feel your cheeks heat up at the thought that someone might have seen.

“Don’t listen to him, you did great.” He plants a sweet kiss on your neck. But he doesn’t stop there.

You’re pressed against the wall by his body as you kiss. The gym is empty, and the only sound that can be heard is that of your tongues meeting.

Your breaths are heavy, and a moan escapes his lips when you pull apart.

His hands are still on your butt as he begins to press his semi-hard cock, still covered by his pants, against your clothed pussy.

“Jisung, stop.”

“Baby, please.” His desire is evident in his voice as well as on his face as he looks at you.

“Ji, we’re in the gym.” You point out, shocked.

“No one’s here. No one will see us,” he insists, squeezing your asscheeks. “Please, I need you so bad.”

“Not here.” you say firmly, trying to push him away from your body.

“But— I’m so hard, it won’t take long, I promise.” There’s a light desperation in his voice as he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“You can hold out until the dorm, I know you can.”

He huffs and separates from you.

But he’s immediately back on you as soon as the door of his dorm room closes.

Almost immediately, your shirt is thrown to the floor and his mouth is on your breasts. Oh, how he has longed to touch you.

His moans can be heard over your heavy breath as his tongue circles around your nipples and his teeth nip at them.

Two of his fingers from both hands slip under your tight shorts, feeling the soft skin of your cheeks, pulling them up as much as he can to reveal more of your body.

He pulls away from your breasts and positions his face at your eye level, “You have no idea what these shorts do to me.” He squeezes your cheeks firmly between his hands, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole game.”

“I noticed.”

He chuckles. He moves his head to your ear. “You have no idea how much I had to hold back from getting hard in front of everyone.” he whispers, licking a sensitive spot behind your ear that makes you sigh.

“How hard?” You raise a leg to rub your knee against the crotch of his pants, eliciting a sweet sound from him directly into your ear, “Like this?”

His hips instinctively press against your leg, but you pull it back.

He whines, “Stop teasing me.”

You don’t respond to his words. Instead, you place a hand on his chest, pushing him to lift himself above you until you end up on top of him.

You brush his ear with your lips. “I want to ride you.” you whisper, sending shivers through his body.

You quickly undress each other, and finally, you lower yourself onto his cock, letting it enter you.

You do it slowly, and Jisung has to use every bit of self-control he has not to thrust up into you and enter too quickly, his head thrown back.

“You’re so tight.” he pants, looking at you with dark eyes. His grip on your thighs loosens. His arms wrap around your waist, and his head rests between your breasts.

“Can you move now? Please?”

“So impatient.” you say, but still comply with his request.

You start slowly, lifting and lowering your hips carefully, but soon your movements pick up speed.

And Jisung can do nothing but sit and watch your hips roll and your breasts bounce, not that he’s complaining.

However, he can’t help the small movements of his hips pushing into you as best as he can.

“Stay—still.” you order him, and he obeys.

But his hands grip your hips tightly as if wanting to guide your movements, and you let him.

“You’re so wet.” he whispers between moans.

He must hold them back, he knows, but when you take control like this his mind goes blank and he’s weak.

Your forehead rests against his, “Shh,” you shush him and place a hand over his mouth, muffling his groans, “You hear this?”

And his head falls back with a loud moan. The sound of your bodies slapping and the wet sound that arises from his cock continuously entering and exiting your tight cunt are a fucking weakness for him.

You smile when you feel his cock pulsating inside you.

“Baby, fuck, that’s so hot.” he whimpers.

His face inches closer to yours to kiss you but you pull away, teasing him.

His eyebrows are still furrowed in pleasure. “Baby, let me kiss you, please.”

You bring your lips close to his but just as you’re about to kiss, you pull away slowly, and he tries to lean in to kiss you anyway but you don’t allow him to.

He whines.

But his eyes are so sweet and desperate that you can’t leave him like this. You take his chin with one hand and brush his lower lip with your thumb, “Stick your tongue out.” You ask him, and he does.

A shiver runs down his spine as you lick his tongue slowly, sensually. You feel him tense up beneath you and you don’t understand until you feel warm liquid being spilled inside you. You stop moving your tongue and your eyes open, but you only completely stop moving when you’re sure he’s finished.

You catch your breath and observe his flushed face and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You came just for that?” You ask with disbelief.

He groans, “It was hot, okay?”

You chuckle and slowly pull out.

When he regains his strength, he gets up, kneeling on the bed and making you lie down, “You still need to come.”

And what better way to finish the night than with his head between your legs?

[bluecatwriter]

I watched the Wildhorn/Black/Hampton Dracula rock opera!

Okay, okay, okay. As some of you know, one of the guys in my theater troupe got me comp tickets to see him in Dracula: The Musical. You guys. It was an EGREGIOUS adaptation that didn't even make narrative sense on its own terms. I also had a TOTAL BLAST. 

If you like the musical, no shade to you— please just keep scrolling and like what you like! However, I had so many thoughts about this that I had to word-vomit about it, and thought some of you might have fun reading my thoughts on the good, the bad, and ugly for 3,000 words.

TL:DR: Very fun experience, so glad I went, the play's narrative choices make me want to throw hands in a Denny's parking lot, much dunking/adaptation-hate ahead, my friends are amazing, I'm writing my own play now.

(CW discussion of rape, ableism, drug use, suicide)

-First of all, everyone take a moment to appreciate my eyeliner. I do not usually draw eyeliner that well so I was very proud of myself.

-I went with my sister, since we both knew people in the cast. (I thought we knew three, but we actually knew four: the actors who played Dracula, Mina, Lucy, and Quincey.) My sister didn't know anything about Dracula except what she'd picked up from my incoherent ramblings (which I generally keep to a minimum around her). 

-It was a black-box theater, which I didn't expect: six or so rows of chairs on each side of the theater, facing each other across the relatively small room, with the stage in the middle and a live orchestra (!!!) on one end. The set was a minimalist Gothic castle design, with windows, a freestanding moving wall, and a large platform that, throughout the play, served as Dracula's coffin, a table, Lucy's bed, Lucy's coffin, and just a general place to stand and sing in a badass way. I absolutely LOVE black box shows because they're so intimate: you can almost reach out and touch the actors, and you can see every minute facial expression and gesture, the light glittering in their eyes, and so on. (Acting in a black box theater is much more like movie acting because the audience can see what you're doing with your eyes in a way that regular theater doesn't allow, meaning that things like eye contact between characters is much more electric and effective.)

-The sound design and lighting effects were doing a lot of heavy lifting in this show, and they nailed it. Very spooky!

-The play began with the weird sisters, and they were consistently my favorite part of the play— the actresses killed it (ha), bringing an intense, spooky energy to the story, often serving as narrators, background singers, extras, special effects handlers (such as portraying the wreck of the Demeter), and the physical manifestation of Dracula's will/presence. They were AWESOME.

-I had decided in advance that this play was a fanfiction written by Dracula about himself, and nothing about the show dissuaded me from this idea. The guy who played Dracula served major cunt from the moment he stepped onstage, wearing leather pants with laces up the side and a big sweeping coat and a huge amount of eyeliner that really brought out his unnervingly blue eyes. ("All guys should wear eyeliner and leather pants," I joked to my sister after the show, and she responded, with the most haunted look I've ever seen, "I agree about the eyeliner, but not the pants. I lived in San Francisco for three years, and you know not what you speak of. There are things I cannot unsee.")

-Actually, to be honest I liked Dracula's characterization (until the end; see below); whether because of the director or the actor or both, this version really did not downplay what a bastard he is. He was incredibly ruthless, in all senses of the word: focused on a single goal and not caring who got mowed down in the process. Anytime his sung lines talked about him being lonely or sad or whatever, the actor played it off as him trying to garner sympathy from his listener, rather than expressing his true feelings, which was a directing/acting choice I really appreciated.

-When Jonathan came on stage (from the door just a few feet away) I nearly squealed with delight! He just RADIATED "biggest sweetheart you've ever met" energy: tall and lanky and with a scruffy lil beard and clothes that didn't quite fit. I was in love with him from the beginning. Also he got to mention his Kodak camera, and I remembered that I could not actually cheer at moments like that because that would be weird.

-The Dracula-Mina "romance" was introduced very early, which I appreciated; from a storytelling perspective, it was good to have that continuous thread. Dracula looks at a picture of Mina, mentions how young she is, asks Jonathan if she is "pure," and then decides that they're soulmates. It was SO PERVY. Once again, I loved the Dracula characterization. If only it had stayed one-sided…

-I was fortunately warned that in this version Jonathan takes the crucifix off so the weird sisters can continue attacking him, but I still had to suppress a "BOOOOO!" (I did whisper "NOT CANON!" to my sister, and later she said that when that happened in the play she was like, "Oh, okay, I don't care what happens to this guy now.") But I guess it did have the effect of making him less sympathetic, which served the story the play was trying to tell.

-I was pleased that there was a Drac-drinking-from-Jonathan scene, and consistent with the storytelling, Drac had a whole song about how he needs Jonathan's blood so he can be young and hot and go seduce Mina (which, again, fits with the story they were telling). They decided not to have any sexual tension between Dracula and Jonathan, so the blood-drinking scene was pretty brutal (complimentary)— Jonathan laid out on the platform with Drac just. gnawing on his neck while Jonathan writhed and convulsed. It was still kinda hot though not gonna lie

-Lucy's characterization at first was pretty interesting, because her song about the three suitors (and the directing/acting) made it seem like she was just kinda stuck with three mediocre choices, and chose the least offensive one (Arthur, who she describes as boring and can't even think of one nice thing to say about him) and tried to convince herself that she would be happy. This was honestly the biggest moment where I had to just squirm in my seat to keep from actively booing. Don't be so mean 2 my boy! From a storytelling perspective, it wasn't clear at all why she chose Arthur, because Quincey was the only one of the suitors who had any personality at all (even Jack was bland. JACK. WAS BLAND. YOU COULDN'T HAVE HIM SIT ON HIS HAT OR AT LEAST FIDDLE WITH HIS LANCET? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???). Anyway, Arthur was actually totally fine after that song (and had some nice lines in the group songs).

-Meanwhile, Drac is creeping on Mina by entering her thoughts without her consent and being like, "We're soulmates," and she just…. goes along with it???? With literally no rhyme or reason to her decision???? I know some of this is that I hate the whole concept of soulmates, but I expected at least SOME justification for why she was interested in him. There was no indication she was unhappy with Jonathan; there was no hint of any emotional connection; there wasn't even some weird "reincarnated lover" story to try to soften how incredibly strange it felt that Mina was randomly in love with this guy's voice in her head. His baritone is sexy BUT IT IS NOT THAT SEXY. GIRL PLEASE.

-In this version Dracula bites Lucy because he's trying to call Mina to him and Lucy comes by accident and he's like, "Well, nothin' I can do about that. CHOMP." Which, again, I honestly liked this characterization because he's not apologetic about who he is; he is just destroying everyone in his way and not caring about them as people. He just has a goal and he'll do anything to reach it.

-Then of course Lucy's like, "Oooh that was actually so sexy and I never want to wake up from that dream of him chomping on my throat." The directly seemed to imply that being bitten by a vampire just. instantly turns you into something that's not yourself, so I could kinda excuse it if I squinted, but it was still pretty icky.

-Renfield got to stab Jack! My sister felt sorry for Jack (because all his unethical science got shaved off in this adaptation) and I was just like, "YESSS RENFIELD YOU GO!" 

-Jonathan shows up again, in a wheelchair (a really cool old-fashioned one), and Mina goes to marry him, and their marriage is paralleled with Lucy and Arthur's while Drac looms in the background. The double wedding was a nice staging choice, although the optics of Mina somewhat reluctantly marrying disabled Jonathan while abled Dracula is standing by being All Sexy was… uh, it was not great. But on the plus side, maybe it emphasizes the ableism that a lot of people have toward Jonathan's disabilities in the story, bringing them out into the open? (I am grasping at straws here.)

-Van Helsing was perfect! The actor had wild gray hair and forehead bumps and a tenor voice that could shatter your heart into a million pieces. He did a great job of having the "weird professor" vibes even though his lines were more coherent and to-the-point than they are in the book. 

-No blood transfusions, sadly, but I see why they cut that part.

-Lucy turning vamp was very well done. I think I should mention at this point that the actors who played Dracula and Lucy are actually married to each other in real life, and they had really crackling chemistry and it was clear in every scene they were together that they were having just the best time. "Life After Life" was my second-favorite song in the play because it's just Dracula sending Lucy out to eat people— and again, both actors were clearly having SO MUCH FUN performing this song together. At the end of the scene I was all pumped up, like, "Yeah Lucy! Go eat some people!!!"

-Intermission. I told my sister this was like the part in Rashomon where the rapist tells the court his point of view and is like, "Oh, she totally wanted it." My sister shook her head at me and chuckled.

-The graveyard/Bloofer Lady scene was genuinely horrifying; Lucy's actress did an AMAZING job of amping up the horror, beginning the scene by cradling a baby and singing it a lullaby, then just CHOMPING down on it, and throwing it down and hissing like an animal when the Crew of Light approached her. Mina and Jonathan were in that scene, too, and even though Mina didn't have any lines, seeing her reacting to it (rushing to grab the child, dodging out of Bloofer!Lucy's snapping jaws) gave the scene a lot of emotional intensity. 

-Both Bloofer!Lucy's death and Renfield's death were directed beautifully; they were both somewhat quiet, almost slow motion, focused not on the violence but on the emotional weight of both their lives ending.

-Jonathan and Arthur, while both being incredibly bland characters, have I think more dialogue in this play than they do in the book. Every time they spoke I was like, :D :D :D! My blorbos!!!

-Throughout Mina's whole song "Please Don't Make Me Love You" (sung, of course, to Dracula) I focused VERY HARD on my friend's amazing acting, her beautiful voice, the way she was playing this with absolute conviction, while in the back of my head I was screaming. Just a primal, Nazgul-like shriek. GIRL WHY (I think my sister was amused by how much I was squirming)

-Van Helsing has a nice little song about his dead wife, saying that it was a vampire that killed her and that's why he's a vampire hunter now. He was also shooting up with a comically large syringe during this song, but sure, yeah, that's fine. Like I said, his voice was SO BEAUTIFUL, so I was entranced. If only he had gotten a chance to find connection and family ties in order to continue that character arc HINT HINT

-Ah, then we get the Blood Baptism scene. Mina sings a song about how she doesn't want to run away (because of that sexy baritone voice I guess) so she invites Dracula into her room, he knocks out Jonathan, and then they make out over Jonathan's body. Le sigh. The funniest part of this scene is that they had her drink from his chest but they didn't use any fake blood, so he just unbuttons his shirt and she buries her face in his boobs, no context. I asked my sister afterward, "What did you think was going on in that scene?" and she said, "I figured she was drinking from his vampire-milk titties."

-Van Helsing and Dracula got an "I will take you down!"-style song that was actually really cool.

-Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, BOOK-CANON MINA SHOWS UP! She was in a wheelchair now (a great directing choice, I thought), and demanded that Van Helsing hypnotize her, insisted on them keeping the information from her so that Dracula can't get to it, makes them all vow to kill her, and figures out where Dracula is going based on the maps. I was like THERE SHE IS! THERE'S MY GIRL! …But unfortunately this characterization makes no sense in the story the musical is actually telling. Why is Mina leading them to him? Why is she taking such pains to make sure Dracula is not warned of their coming? It didn't fit with any of her characterization in the rest of the play (and especially not with the ending), so it felt really cobbled-together and odd.

-Also Jonathan vows to kill her and there's a whole song about how sad he is that he will have to do that. I was gritting my teeth the whole song being like It's a storytelling choice it's a storytelling choice it's a storytelling choice it's a storytelling choice it's a

-Okay. YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS. The song "Deep in the Darkest Night" WAS AMAZING. It's a song by the Crew of Light (and in this version, sung by all six of them, including Mina) about their quest, and how they must be points of light in the darkness. It was SO BEAUTIFUL and SO THEMATICALLY ON POINT and it was EVERYTHING I WANTED from a Dracula musical and it is a CRIME that the whole play was not built around these themes and motifs!! *chewing on the scenery* Also, holy cow, everyone in the cast could sing like nothing else. Full-body chills. Stunning, incredible, showstopping, no notes.

-In one of the hypnotic sessions, Dracula came to stand behind Mina and they sang a duet, a reprise of "Life After Life" (the song for Bloofer!Lucy), and that was an incredibly effective storytelling choice (also their voices just blended so. well. together that even in the songs I hated, I still got chills because their voices were SO DANG BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER). Again, I am haunted by what this play could've been if the Drac/Mina thing was one-sided.

-In this version, Quincey gives Mina his Bowie knife for protection, which I thought was sweet.

-Drac has a big sad-boy song about how he's actually in love with Mina now. BOOHOO MOTHERFUCKER. NO ONE CARES.

-Quincey got killed by trying to stake Dracula and Drac grabbing the stake and shoving it into his stomach. (My sister gasped and squeaked, "No!" when this happened.)

-Meanwhile, Van Helsing and Mina get separated, and Mina has a whole song about how she's made her final decision: she's gonna become a vampire and live with Dracula forever. At this point in the play I was like, Okay, girl, whatever, you do you…

-But then. BUT THEN. *frothing at the mouth*

-(Don Black and Christopher Hampton meet me in the Denny's parking lot I just want to talk)

-Drac's like, "Ooooh no actually I don't want you to be a vampire so you need to kill me now."

-Mina's like, "Nooooo this makes me so sad I have chosen to be a vampire and it is what I truly want!"

-Drac's like "Nobody cares what you want because the authors couldn't care less about your agency as a person"

-Mina's like "nooooooooo i'm so saaaaaad!"

-(Me: *still frothing at the mouth*)

-Finally, weeping, she takes Quincey's knife and places it over his heart.

-And then SHE DOESN'T EVEN FUCKING KILL HIM HE JUST GRABS HER HAND WITH THE KNIFE IN IT AND KILLS HIMSELF

-Like, I am just so mad that Mina doesn't even get the tiniest bit of agency here at the end. She is just blown about by the whims of the men, and at the end none of her narrative choices are respected in any way. A lot of this is, I'm sure, the directing for this particular performance: if I were trying to make this ending a bit more narratively satisfying, I would give Mina a moment where you can see her agreeing with him and deciding to kill him herself. This ending just felt… cheap. It didn't even form a satisfying closing even based on the rules of its own storytelling. It was so ridiculous that I actually had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. 

-After the show we got to talk to all our friends who were in it and it was easy to sincerely compliment them because they all did an AMAZING job. I feel so honored to be friends with such amazingly talented people!

-We drove home in a lightning storm while blasting Blondie's song "One Way or Another" (my sister said she was thinking of this song all through the Drac/Mina story arc) and singing loudly along. "ONE WAY OR ANOTHER/I'M GONNA FIND YA/I'M GONNA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA!"

-I asked her which two characters she thought I shipped the most and she guessed Jonathan/Quincey. Not a bad guess.

-Got home, rambled to my very tired spouse, curled up in bed, turned to him and said, "I promise to never leave you for some random dude who speaks in my head and says we're soulmates," and he replied, "And I promise to never leave you for three sexy vampire ladies," and if that's not a wedding vow renewal I don't know what is.

-Laid awake for nearly two hours brainstorming a Dracula play (not a musical, I'm not that talented). And, uh… yeah. A script is gonna happen. I've written plenty of plays (and co-directed/co-produced a few times), so it's definitely in my wheelhouse, and my brain will not shut up with ideas. So! *tosses it onto list of creative projects*

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(P.S. If you reblog, please don't tag this as the Dracula musical because I don't want any fans to be exposed to the hate. Thanks!)

[chrisgetsmewet]

summerween

Pairing: dad!chris × reader!mom

summary: you decided you want to do summerween activities and include your daughter.

Warning: none now enjoy

a/n: soo i wanted to start a series and actually complete it. but i feel like i should post this then do that. also this isn't proofread i fixed a few things but i didn't read over it again.

10:23 pm

sofia was laying on the couch watching tv with her grandmother, (marylou) and it was the summerween episode of gravity falls, on a specific part is when the idea came to you

"Summer what?"

"Summerween, the people of this town love halloween so much they celebrate it twice a year.

"Summerween? something about this feels un natrual"

(For ones who doesn't know the audio or scene im referring to)

"we should do this" you point at the tv in a gesturing manner

"what do you mean?" marylou looked over at you

"not for me obviously everyone can celebrate it and have fun but mainly for sofia. jimmy could grill and we can have fun by the pool, carve pumpkins, then for the rest of the day we watch Halloween movies and eat popcorn and candy" you say using hand gestures when speaking and suggesting what you guys should do tomorrow.

"Oh thats sounds like fun, I'll tell everyone tomorrow" she left to her room telling you 'goodnight' before she left.

You just nod in response and look over at sofia who was sitting next to the spot her gandma was at, she smiled when you guys made eye contact. The 3 yr old should have been sleep, it was past her bed time but she kept saying one more episode until now, she had tired written all over her face. droopy eyes, getting all giggly over nothing, and yawning every 5 minutes.

after that episode went off she was already sleep which made the task of putting her to bed easier. Chris was already asleep on the arm chair he was sitting in while you were on him, his arms reasting around your waist.

You got off of his lap to get your sleep daughter, off the couch and into bed. he woke up from the change of your body heat off of him, he reached for you to pull you back onto him.

"chris, i gotta put sofia to bed"

"we all sleep in the same bed tho" he slurred, half awake.

"then c'mon chris" you retorted.

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9:05 am

you wake up from some of the sun peeking in from the blinds.

You sit your head up looking around adjusting to your familiar surroundings, with not so familiar bodies by you. chris and sofia were gone. you lay your head back down before pressing off the bed to get up and ready for the day.

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9:23 am

Everybody was gone, they left to the store, you only knew that because you texted chris asking where everyone went. they all ate already, telling from all the crumbs that were left and a few forks and glasses in the sink.

you toasted some waffles, while waiting you heard the front door open and footsteps coming up, showing marylou and sofia

"mommy!" she yells opening her arms running towards you.

"hey baby." you giggled picking her up and bringing her into your warm embrace, her head pressing against your shoulder.

she sat her head up, still in your arms "we went to da story and.. and.. buy punkin and candy and bought blanky and pillows and.. i don't forget" the girl ranted on about half her day saying 'umm' when trying to remember.

"you mean you don't remember" you corrected her

"mommy i forgot. i don't know what we got" she said matterfactly.

You just sighed and placed her down, off to the couch she ran. Nick, chris, matt, and jimmy come in with groceries definitely more than what her daughter said.

"y/n your up. we missed you." Jimmy said placing down the bags he had in hand. "the pumpkins are still in the car"

"I'll get those" you replied meekly, sliding off the seat by the island of the counter.

"hey sweet girl" chris said, one hand landing on your waist, giving you a peck on the lips as you passed by him. going down the stairs where he just came up.

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4:49 pm

half the day past the sun setting ever so slightly. everyone was by the pool, the triplets parents were im the kitchen making food and jimmy came out every once in a while to grill a few things then going back inside.

sofia was in a floaty with a life vest, laying on her back relaxing, asking me random questions saying random things every few minutes.

"mommy what if could fly?'

"I don't know?" you replied swimming around her.

"i had a dream last day and trevor was dis big" she motioned, opening her arms as wide as she could. giggling, thinking back to her dream.

(istg if someone says something abt how they didnt have a pool back in boston I'll fight you. in this they have a pool)

"hey y/n come try this" nick called for you. hinting to the drink he had in his hand.

the boys went out to buy some drinks from dunkin cause when they drove by this morning and saw that the place was doing a summer special. they were infact still recording for their Wednesday vlog

"no! I'm staying in the pool"

"aww c'mon" he groans, "i want your opinion on the drink cause matr and chris said it was bad and i need a 3rd opinion"

"bring it to me" you wave your hand inwards, gesturing him to come to you.

"bro.." matt mumbled.

chris took the drink out of nicks hand and walked over to you, handing the drink over. you take a sip and it was actually good it was a strawberry lemonade with strawberry popping pearls

they tasted cheap and didn't pop when they were in your mouth but it was chewy but the strawberry lemondae made up for it, tasting sour making your mouth water and super sweet and if you could compare it to anything it tasted like a watermelon sour patch.

"It's good i guess" you let out a soft chuckle giving the camera thumbs up.

"i want a sip momma" the 3 yr old clapping her hands together and kicking her feet in excitement. you put the straw near her mouth and she takes a big sip, she pulls on her clothes squeezing her eyes shut swalloing the juice hard, putting her hand on yours that was holding the cup, shaking her head. you and chris laugh at her reaction.

"Im bout to go finish filming" chris walks back over to his brothers.

"ok" you watched him walk off , and you turn back to look at your daughter, her face held a repulsed look.

sofia taps her mouth then your hand then her mouth again. not quite sure what she was hinting at you reluctantly put your hand under her mouth and she spits the popping pearls in your hand.

when she spits the four into your hands you threw them into a random bush.

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5:32 pm

The food was done being made. Burger in the shape of pumpkins, mac and cheese, finger sandwiches and hot dogs. some ingredients that were used are being put away. I help marylou clean some of the mess that was made when the food was being prepared.

everyone got cleaned, wearing their Halloween pjs and was ready to eat. you got your daughter a plate of mac and cheese and cut up one of the sausages that were for the hot dogs to replace the fact she didn't have chicken tenders.

"thank you"

"Your welcome baby" you kiss her head and walk away from the table.

You see chris sitting at the island counter focused in on his phone. you took that as your opportunity to try and 'scare' him because normally it doesn't work.

You walk to where he is and let out a small 'boo' you push him a little and you felt him flinch a little. and he just quickly turned his head to look your way "that didn't scare me" he laughs off

" liar" you teased, "it didn't, you freaking pushed me"

you laughed at his response hitting his shoulder, remembering how he looked when he got scared. You laughed a little too hard drawing attention towards yourself.

"why's she laughing" matt asked giggling along.

"she thinks she scared me" chris was quick to defend himself.

your laughing comes to an abrupt stop "what he means is i did scare him"

"anyway. mom, dad the food is good" he changed the subject

"oh yeah, thank you marylou and jimmy" you add mouth full of food, using your hand to cover your mouth.

everyone else throws in their "thank you's" and starting conversation.

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After dinner, and eveything was cleaned and a bit of stalling on everyone's end, making up excuses of why one another can't go to the living room and watch the movie.

eventually we all gathered around in the living room deciding on a halloween movie the choices were hocus pocus, girl vs monster, and hallowentown. We all decided on girl vs monster.

The lights were all off, and a sweet cinnamon candle was lit.

i gave sofia a bag of m&m's and a lollipop. she let out a small "thank you" well actually she said (tank you) then engrossingherself back into the tv.

i was in the same place i was last night on chris' lap while he was sitting in the arm chair.

You nestled your head into chris' chest, with one hand he played with your hair, the other hand he rests on your leg, rubbing it back and forth.

"chris i just realized we never carved the pumpkins" you whispered to him, remembering the one thing you guys didn't do today.

"oh shit your right.. we could probably just do it tomorrow" he whispered back.

"mhm" you said before trying to go to sleep instead of watching the movie, exhausted from the semi long day you had.

a/n: if you actually read that thank you. Also i deeply apologize if this wasn't giving summerween.

[deadboy-edwin]

I have this idea for payneland:

Both of them get hit with some kind of spell of sorts that makes them "human" for 24 hours (basically like when they were alive: people can see them, hear them, touch them, they can taste and feel things again, the works)

What do you think they'd do in that time? Maybe taste their fav foods again?

So please bear with me as this will be more of brainrot than an actual fic because I just want to yap- but in my head, it would be kinda funny if the gang was able to get Tragic Mick to turn back into a walrus. The goddess Sedna would then "punish" the boys for daring to defy her- since she had said that Mick would never return to the sea if he chose to leave.

I feel like Sedna would lowkey have a soft spot for abused children, and would also see Mick's love for the sea, and on the inside not really be that mad tbh. Hence the "punishment". She'd "curse" Edwin and Charles to be alive once more.

They don't really know if it's permanent or whatever, but can you imagine the hilarity of Edwin being so used to phasing through walls and doors, then him just walking straight into a door and smacking into it because he's solid- Crystal would have a field day ribbing him for it.

I think, them being human would make them quite unable to take on cases, since admittedly them being regular humans (not everyone can be Crystal Palace Surname Von Hoverkraft okay) makes them vulnerable to beings like demons. So they'd have some downtime. That gives Charles time to think.

Being fully corporeal also allows Crystal to hang out with them like she would with living people. It also allows Crystal to notice things about them that would not have been possible when they were ghosts- like Charles blushing when Edwin adjusts his collar so it's up. Or how the two boys are so tactile. Sure, they'd always been tactile, but why does it seem Charles is extra touchy, now that both boys can feel physical touch?

I think Edwin, bitchy little nerd that he is (and we love him for it) would have a field day with Google. He'd struggle with whatever the fuck a laptop is, and how LED screens strain his poor eyes, and probs get those anti-blue light glasses, and Charles would have a bisexual awakening because Edwin in glasses???

Charles, on the other hand. I feel like boy would want to party. He strikes me as the kind of guy who would be fun at parties, and he'd probably drag the gang to a nightclub after spending the entire day eating different kinds of food (I think he'd enjoy cookie dough ice cream- but that's just me projecting my own cravings).

At the club, Charles might be a bit sulky because Edwin had spent a lot of the day on Crystal's laptop, despite them switching restaurants so that they could try everything- and he's thankful that the laptop is not present at the club.

Unfortunately, Edwin is Edwin, and his brand of anti-rizz also works on the living. You have living people coming up to him left and right, and Charles wonders why this hasn't happened much in death.

Crystal is fast to point out that it's because ghosts are invisible to regular humans. Edwin is not a ghost at the moment, so he's not invisible. She also makes it a point to tell Charles about exactly how many people had simped for Edwin in the afterlife (Monty, the Cat King, hello????)

I think Charles would then get drunk. One, because he's been a ghost for some thirty-odd years. Dude has no fucking clue what his alcohol tolerance levels are. Two, because he gets annoyed that Edwin is getting hit on so much.

There is a third reason that comes to mind once he's fully inebriated, and it's the fact that the following thoughts aren't exactly heterosexual

Getting pouty when your best mate isn't paying attention to you while you are having a meal together

Staring and practically drooling when your best mate is wearing glasses

Getting upset when guys and girls (despite Edwin's lack of interest in the latter) keep flirting with Edwin

Wanting to feel Edwin's touch while he has all his senses at full blast

The plot twist here is that since Edwin is also alive and fully corporeal, our repressed Edwardian boy has actually been icing Charles out because as a human, he does not have the luxury of willing erections away.

I think though, because it seems like immortal beings in the DBDA universe have a sense of humor (hi, Cat King and Esther- wicked as her sense of humor is), when Charles finally makes a move and pulls Edwin away from the admittedly gorgeous guy that had been chatting him up with a "He's in love with me, and vice versa, I'm afraid" and kissing Edwin in the middle of the dance floor, is when they turn back into ghosts.

Even though they're now invisible to most humans once more, Edwin is still quick to berate Charles on the PDA- though there's a softness to his berating.

They end up discovering that as ghosts, they can still feel physical sensations if there's enough emotion involved.

That is a fortunate discovery for all parties involved, especially for our girl Crystal Palace Surname Von Hoverkraft, who walks into the office a few days after the club debacle, and sees Edwin pressing Charles up against a bookcase, snogging him with a fervor, his thigh working its way in between Charles' legs---

"Hot," Crystal comments with a smirk, causing the two boys to jump apart with matching sheepish grins on their faces. "If I'd known Edwin kissed like that, I would've gotten it on with him instead."

[maevecrom]

what is your opinion on how Rhysand announced Nesta's spendings at breakfast while Feyre cried? Do you think that's in character for him, or that he should have kept it private?

I love whoever keeps asking me questions, I’m not sure if it’s one specific person, but if it is I love you <33

This is difficult because I don’t know if it is normal for them as the IC to comb through spendings over breakfast. I know that’s normal for my family and I wouldn’t be surprised if it is for them because they run a court. So, they probably get together and discuss how much needs to be put towards the CoN, the Illyrians, their military, and the people of Velaris, and compare it to how much each person spent personally for tax reasons.

However, and this is a big however, when rhys saw the total he probably should’ve waited. Could’ve said the number but refused to explain each thing it was spent on until he was alone with feyre in private.

BUT (of course, playing devil’s advocate again), since it’s coming from Feyre’s personal account they probably were trying to figure out how much of the spendings came from Feyre and how much came from Nesta. So, that’s also a possibility, but again we have no real idea because it was only mentioned in about 3 lines of text. I don’t think we should really fixate on things like that, that we’ll never get details/an answer for.

UPDATE: I actually just got into a fight with someone about this, so I am PURPLE and they are BLUE

(That last photo is still my text, it just wouldnt all fit in the screenshot)

She never responded after my last message, so here’s what I’ve got lmao

Have fun reading through these guys <3

[royoko-enthusiast]

Rain code Spoilers below!

I made it guys, took me 2 weeks and 3 WIP posts but here it is, the final version!

Details are a bit blurred because tumblr pixelated the living hell out of this but I am so happy it's finally done!

Ramble down below about the whole piece, it's pretty long.

This piece was a journey, this started at a much smaller piece with just Makoto and Swap!Yuma (I have no idea how to refer to him) sick and just that, then my brain wanted to add caretakers, which then lead to the desk, shinigami and everything else.

About the actual process but I definitely will not do pieces like this any time soon. I sadly didn't plan ahead and had to make up the anatomy as I went, definitely should have gotten references, both would have made it easier to pinpoint the anatomy and I wouldn't have spent so long. The sketch phase was definitely stressful but I feel like it was worth it, Spending hours on getting the hair how I like and cleaning it up was definitely worth it, made coloring easier and more fun with the colors and cleaning the sketch eliminated the need I always feel for rendering.

Moving to what possessed me to add about 4 additional characters into this (if shinigami and amapal can be considered characters). Yuma and Makoto (the non sick pair) were the first two to be added, they were added pretty early when I still had my composition sketch and were easily to put in, what reason for them? Pure need for my brain, there is no other reason. Ama-pal and Shinigami were added just from a stray thought, not much to them. The desk is an amalgamation of all the knowledge I could gather and fit, the papers I decided to never add text to, the wet cloths, the stray tissues, the 2 thermometers, 2 cups/mugs, some medicine as well, and of course, the last resort paper towels when it's truly desperate. This was definitely a challenge, I don't usually draw props, so doing this was fun (I gave up mid way on truly doing details, they aren't the main focus so less detail). I also added temperature on the thermometers but it might be too blurred, pixelate, or something else.

Generally tried to give more casual outfits, Makoto and Swap!Yuma are just in a T-shirt, the colors being a darker and more de-saturated versions of the colors of their original colors. Yuma is just wearing a regular business? shirt and the shorts from his WDO uniform. The shirt on non-sick Makoto just felt like it fit, the vampire shirt will forever haunt me. Tried to make them look as sick as possible (I added extra red on the nose but idk if its visible), definitely fun experimenting with what color the flush should be and what opacity it should be, there is also the sweat (Hopefully it's still visible, there are also either details I won't mention).

This took me 12 hours in total and 30 layers of madness to fully finish this but hey, I had a good time in the end. I am going to add the "no dramatic lighting " version or the one before all the color adjustments and effects:

And last for the whumpcode CEO; @pixelatedraindrops

Thank you everyone of the patience and the support, I am going to doodle now! Byee!

(Officially my poster child, so proud of this one, gonna ramble about to my friends guys)

[the-silver-chronicles]

Siblings Q&A | Silva & Elsa Omar ONESHOT

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Hey guys, SimpleGenius here! Decided to turn this short Q&A into a legitimate Oneshot for The Silver Chronicles, involving two OCs of mine; Silva and her younger half-sister, Elsa, set in a time in Hope County where Silva had no knowledge of Eden's Gate and the Omar's experienced a time of normalcy. There should be nothing but fluff, yes-siree. Oneshot below the cut:

The buzz of the worn-out camcorder complimented the numbing visuals of the frozen static, but swiftly the unused device booted up.

The specter on the screen was both haunting and ethereal, a memory from a time so much simpler. A normality so sparse in time.

With her trusty camcorder in hand, Elsa admired herself in the mirror. Hair twisted in many small blonde braids, wearing a white sundress laced with magenta patterns that looked like flowers.

The camcorder fizzled, the screen going blank for a moment. She gave it a good whack, faded red paint dusting her black gloves, and the camcorder proceeded to work like normal.

Elsa carried the camcorder away from the mirror, passing through into a lounge. Her hermana, dressed in a yellow flannel and black jeans, her dark hair flowing past her shoulders, seated on their couch having a cup of coffee.

"You ready, Sylvie?" Elsa asked, shuffling cards out of frame. Sylvester placed her cup onto the coffee table, laced gloves fixing creases on a dress she's not wearing. Realizing this, she stops the action and awkwardly cups her knees.

"Si, uh, seguro," Sylvester muttered out, clearing her throat, "How does this work?"

"Essentially, from what Rae-Rae told me, this is a fun little game where siblings answer questions for that net-work mambo-jumbo," Elsa explained, and again shuffled the flash cards she prepared.

"And since we're both sane enough to not invite people to put their noses into where they don't belong, I thought maybe, instead of doing this for strangers, we do it for Persephone," Elsa elaborates further.

Sylvester blinks, grey eyes staring at her younger hermana like a doe caught in headlights. She tilts her head, her right cheek sunk in, chewing her inner cheek.

"Elsa, she's una," Sylvester points out.

"Yeah, I know that," Elsa sighs, understanding but exasperated, "But she won't be for long. When she's older, we can show her this. Let her get to know her mamá and tía some more."

Sylvester's lips didn't quite frown, but she wasn't unconvinced either. "Derecha," she nodded, still wrapping her head around the camcorder's functions.

Elsa was likely grinning behind the camcorder, "Exactly! Now, to make this a bit more fun, I shuffled the questions out of order. Now let's begin."

Elsa showed the flash cards, the shuffle complete, and flipped over the first one.

"Question 19: Who has the worst ideas?" Elsa asked aloud.

Sylvester snorted, uncharacteristic of the person she's supposed to be, a small teasing smile on her healing chapped lips, "Well we both know who that is."

Elsa let out an exaggerated gasp, feigned offense, "Why Sylvie, I am but a respectable, humble and pious shopkeeper. Do you insinuate that I am anything but?"

"Bold words coming from the local daredevil who likes to worry her hermana to near-death," Sylvester retorts, arms crossed.

"...I'm guessing Rae-Rae snitched about my escapes on her roof?"

Sylvester had no need to answer, though Elsa must have seen that she had nothing to worry over, as Sylvester's smile held only amusement.

"Next question," Elsa declared, moving on, "Number 7: Most stable romantic life?"

Both wondered briefly, and Elsa states, "I gotta give this one to you Sylvie. You managed one relationship with Irene far longer than any ones I've had in our time here."

Sylvester narrows her eyes at Elsa, raising a quizzical brow, "Is that so? You and Ezekiel were like two peas in a pod every time you both talked with each other."

"That was brief, and we weren't official. Just some one-upping through flirtation. And he had been a real jerk at first, remember? At least you and Irene had a better start," Elsa deflects, waving a hand onscreen as she desperately denied her hermana's accusations.

Sylvester merely nods her head in feigned agreement as Elsa brings out the next question.

"Question 12: Best memory together?"

Sylvester leaned back on the couch, looking up for a moment. With Sylvester pondering which memory she liked the most, Elsa already found one.

"I'd say buying this residence," Elsa admits, "A place we can forever call our home. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sylvester looked to Elsa, and gave a short nod, "Si, it is up there. But... I'd say my favorite would be when it first rained. Just... playing and dancing like kids do... like we should have been allowed to do."

Elsa must have sensed the solemness in her voice, and replied, "At least we got to do it."

Sylvester hummed, appreciative of that fact.

"Question 15: Would you rather not being able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?"

Sylvester was immediate in her response, "Not shower for a month, obviously. We can just bathe in baths instead."

Elsa laughed, cheerful and loud, "Never thought you'd be the one to take advantage of a loophole Sylvie."

Sylvester smile wholeheartedly, grey eyes sincere as she admitted, "I learned the best from my crafty little hermana."

"Aww," Elsa lightheartedly cooed, and proceeded forward, "Question 5: Who sleeps the most?"

Sylvester raised her hand, "Mother of one very curious and fussy niñita, right here."

"No arguments there," Elsa replied, "Question 14: Dream trip together?"

In a moment of synchronized thought between hermanas, they both state, "Spain."

"Question 16: Who's the older one?"

Sylvester raised her hand once again. Elsa flipped to the next flash card, "Question 10: Who had a weird phase?"

Both pondered for a moment, trying to think of any moment in their lives of such a phase.

"I don't think we were ever given a chance to do so," Elsa states. Sylvester hummed in agreement, shaking her head in confirmation.

"Alright then! Question 6..."

Elsa paused, reading the flash card: 'Who's Mom and Dad's favorite? (If there is one?)'

Sylvester waits, worry building in her gut, and asks, "What's the question?"

Elsa hesitated, but responded, "Who's.... mo- ahem, father's favorite..."

Sylvester briefly gaped, but recovered, stating, "Well, we both know the answer to that question is neither of us."

Elsa hummed, throwing the card away as she proceeded with the next one, "Question 18: Role Model? Mine's you, of course. But who's yours Sylvie?"

"I'd have to say Paul," Sylvester mustered out, clearing her throat, "He saved me after all. Raised me. Gave me something that we were denied."

"I wish I got to meet him," Elsa admits, "From what you told me, he was funny and dramatic."

Sylvester smiled at Elsa's words, "You two would have adored each other."

Allowing Sylvester a moment to keep herself together, Elsa proceeded to the next card, "Question 3: Who eats the most?"

She raised her hand this time, the various rings displayed for the camcorder to catch, "That'd be me! Speaking of which..."

Sylvester cringed, swiftly adding, "I had a sandwich earlier."

But Elsa was not deterred, "While that's good, you skipped breakfast nor have you had any fruits or snacks prior to lunch."

"I'll have something later," Sylvester flimsily promised. Elsa, not satisfied, retorts, "I'll hold you to that."

"Question 8: Worst habit of each one?"

Sylvester sighed, "Well, you already know mine. Though your recklessness is concerning considering your condition Elsa."

"I'm not made of glass, Sylvie."

"Elsa, your bones are brittle and break easily."

"...Okay I'm a little like glass, but I'm not stupid. I can take care of myself. I know what I'm doing when I climb a tree, or go bungee jumping or help Rae-Rae around her farm," Elsa defends. Her hermana replies, "I... I know that Elsa, but even so, you've been seeking out riskier and riskier thrills lately, and I can't... help but worry."

"I appreciate it," Elsa assures, and adds, "But you worry way too often."

Sylvester doesn't argue, and Elsa takes advantage of the momentary silence, "Question 4: Who has been on the weirdest situations?"

Neither hermana could think of either one being in a "weird" situation. Sylvester opted to gesture to Elsa, "Well, given your escapades so far, I vote you."

Elsa huffed, "Seeking thrill is not the same as getting stuck in chance and strange situations."

"And how likely am I going to be in such situations?"

Elsa mumbles, indistinctly playful, and moves on, "Question 20: A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?"

Sylvester raises a brow, "Whoever finds it first."

"Pfft, a bug ain't that scary," Elsa comments, "Question 17: Describe each other in three words."

Elsa and Sylvester held gaze for a moment blurted out their answer.

"My badass worrywart-hermana." "Daring little hermana."

There was a silent beat before both responded to such descriptions.

"Surely that is four words, Elsa," Sylvester argued, but Elsa interrupted with her pointer finger as she replied, "Ah, but you forget my lovely older hermana, the power a hyphen holds."

Sylvester shook her head in disbelief, but did not debate further as Elsa brought forth the next question, "Question 1: Who looks the... ah mierda, another one?"

'Who looks the most like dad?' the question read.

"Is it another relating to... him?" Sylvester tested, her lips pursed in a thin line, her voice softer and quieter than normal. Her grey eyes dulled, hands clenched into her jeans.

Elsa sighs, a hand going out of the camcorder's view, probably to play with her blonde locks, and most likely undo a braid in the process.

"I... Do you mind if we skip this one?" Elsa asks, and Sylvester eagerly nods, much to Elsa's relief, "Question 11: Best cook of the family?"

Elsa answers before Sylvester could have a chance, "Yeah, I can't cook for shit, that's you right there, Sylvie."

Sylvester closes mouth, making no comment on Elsa's lack of culinary skill. Elsa flips the next flash card, "Question 9: Who's the most dramatic?! Why that would be me!"

Sylvester nodded with absolute certainty.

"Question 8: Worst habit of each one?"

Sylvester beat Elsa to the tea, "I got this. I'm a nagging worrywart who forgets her own needs sometimes, and you, mi querida hermana, are a crafty daredevil with a big ego that often gets you into trouble."

"Hah! Wow, you know me so well," Elsa said, flipping to the next flash card, but mentions, "However, you're wrong in your description; you're not a nagger."

Sylvester doesn't visibly react to this, but she seems to be stuck in a forlorn gaze. However, the next question snaps her out of this odd pause, and Sylvester listens attentively.

"Question 13... uh, worst memory together?"

Sylvester and Elsa pondered together, brainstorming.

"Our entire childhood was jodido and never the best," Elsa mentions. Sylvester frowns, and points out, "Si, but the run for the docks weren't any better."

Elsa couldn't not hum in agreement, and she moves on, "Last Question. Number 2: Who looks the most like mom...?"

Sylvester looks baffled as Elsa blows a raspberry, "Irrelevant. We've never met nor did we have the same mother."

Elsa throws away that flashcard out of the camcorder's view, much to Sylvester's visible annoyance.

"And... that's it. We finished the game. Yay!" Elsa lightly cheered, her camcorder focusing on Sylvester, "So... food for thought?"

Silva watched herself, younger and with so much more innocence, more hope, than she had now. The camcorder in her gloved hands was running hot, the flashing sunset-red indicating a coming end, but she could care less, holding onto the memory in her hands for as long as she could.

Sylvester chewed her inner cheek and said, "Besides two nosy ones, I'd say it was... nice?"

Elsa's mock offended gasp was as exaggerated as the younger hermana's mannerisms had always been, "Just 'nice'? This is a memorial moment for the both of us. It is evidence for Persephone to watch and rewatch for years to come."

Elsa placed the camcorder on the coffee table, and sat down next to Sylvester on the couch, a big grin spread out, pearly teeth shown. She grabs a hold of Sylvester's laced gloved hands, despite the latter's exasperation over the former's words.

"Wasn't it you who emphasized the importance of this? To immortalize ourselves through memories our family can visit decades after we're gone? Whether it be through ink, our voices or our image? You have to agree that this is quite a viable way to do that," Elsa assures Sylvester, who's doubt dissipated the longer she thought.

The camcorder began to buffer, the orange-red blinking faster, but Silva continued to watch, wanting to savoir this for as long as she could.

Sylvester's grey eyes looked to Elsa, softly asking, "Okay. But I have to ask; are you sure?"

Elsa laughed, her dimples caught by the camcorder's lens, as she says-

Nothing.

The camcorder's screen was blank, only reflecting Silva. The blinking light gone, the heat prevalent, and despite desperately pushing the power button repeatedly, Silva knew she wouldn't get those reassuring words she needed to hear. Not now. Nor ever again.

Silva's shoulders slumped, still sat down on the old wooden floor in the decrepit corpse of her home. The home she had taken care of for almost a decade. Even after her hermana's death, despite the ache for her visits. Even after Persephone's passing, though the yearning for her hija's laughter echoing in the halls hurt more and more with their absence.

And now... her residence, her home, was nothing more than a burned and decrepit husk full of dust and debris. All the memories that mattered, all the memories she held close to her, the journals, the photos, the shrines they rested under, were all tattered and ripped and frayed and singed and gone. Just gone.

And now... with exception to Silva's own visage of Elsa... the last thing of her hermana that she could have shown to her familia, could no longer function. The Collapse had reduced the resources required to charge such a small device to ash. Even if something survived, the camcorder was aged, and had some bugs.

Silva flipped the lid screen closed, clutching the little camcorder in her gloved hands, pushing it against her chest as she let out a shaky breath. The foliage that claimed her house rustled as a breeze swept past.

She shook where she sat, holding onto the pain, the knowledge that change has come and another chance away from her before she could appreciate it.

The wood creaked, and Silva didn't want to look at her amor's beautiful face, didn't want to shoulder her with more of her own pain and grief. But a dainty hand cupped her face, and Silva couldn't resist, relenting to her beloved's request.

Her tearful grey eyes connected with the warm green of Faith's. Her beloved, her esposa, her amor. Her Faith.

I am hers. And she is mine. As we both vowed.

And Silva wouldn't hide herself away from her. Couldn't. Even if she tried. How could she? They both knew the best and worst of each other. Intimately.

There was no judgement pitting them against one another anymore. Like now, there was only understanding. The grief for a present that they could no longer return to.

Silva did not resist the tears that fell across her cheeks. Nor did she push away Faith when she wrapped her arms around her. An embrace that held a strength that others underestimated about her. Both possessive and a comfort. All to tell Silva, I'm here.

Silva felt two more pairs of arms hold around her. The first was of her inventive Azriel, her grip unyielding as she buried herself into Silva's shoulder, just like she had done when she found her at age nine.

And the second came from her youngest. Her Mercy, clutching onto her with small hands, light-brown hair nuzzling into her body, perhaps not quite knowing why her madre was sad now that they were out of the bunker, but doing her best to lighten the load with her presence.

Silva placed down the old camcorder, and did her best to compensate in the embrace by wrapping her arms around her Faith and precious hijas. Her familia.

The grief was ever present, but this time, Silva would not be lost to it.

[A/n] I lied, the fluff was merely a front, there's only angst here. Well, mostly at least. Set before Old Dusk (the New Dawn WIP), with only a camcorder showing pre-Silva's Hope stuff. They probably only recently left Silva's bunker and well, Silva's obviously gonna be depressed about the state of everything. At least she has her family to keep her grounded? Also I haven't written in a while, so if it was repetitive or tone death, my bad, I've been trying to get my motivation back. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this lovely (and angsty) oneshot, and see y'all in the next one!