#that should be me sounds in the background

[thestrongestkikufuku]

you are my future

» synopsis - ⟡⋆˙ gojo sees his future with you, what will he do?

» contents - ⟡⋆˙ fluff, satoru gojo x gn!reader, satoru being a HUGE simp, friends to lovers, mutual pining, geto and shoko witnessing the chaos unfold

» word count - ⟡⋆˙ 2.1k

» notes - ⟡⋆˙ thank you for the support on my previous works! it makes me so happy to see that people are enjoying them T-T<3 i will soon make a masterlist so it'll be easier to find my fics easier so stay tuned for that! feel free to leave a comment/like/reblog, thank you so much and enjoy! :)<3

» m.list - ⟡⋆˙

“Satoru!”

Blue eyes burst open, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as the boy lunges forward, the remnants of a vivid vision lingering in his mind.

“W-what just—“

“Come on, Satoru, we need to go or we’re going to be late again. You know how Yaga gets.” Geto's voice pulls him back to reality, concern etched in his features as he watches his friend trying to steady his breath, “what the hell happened to you?”

“I-I don’t… I don’t know— where’s [name]?”

Geto lets out a small, knowing scoff before a playful smirk curls at the corners of his lips, “relax, lover boy. [name] is with Shoko, in class, which is where we should be at right now. Now get your ass up before Yaga comes here to beat the hell out of us.”

With that Geto turns on his heel and starts walking towards the main building of Jujutsu Tech. 

Gojo’s eyes linger on Geto’s retreating figure, watching until he disappears behind the door. He runs a trembling hand through his hair, his chest still heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. The vision felt so real—the warmth of your touch, the softness of your voice, and your sweet laughter.

He saw you. 

He saw you older. 

He saw you with him.

With him?

Gojo couldn’t believe it either; it felt more like a dream. But he knew that this was different. This wasn’t just a dream. This was a vision—a glimpse into a future intertwined with yours. It was you and him, together, married.

It was real. As real as it could be.

He had to find you. He had to—

“Gojo Satoru.” Yaga’s voice rang out, sharp and firm, snapping him out of his thoughts. From across the campus, the door was slightly ajar as the teacher peeked out, glaring at the boy. “Get in here, now.”

The door then shuts with a soft click, leaving Gojo by himself with his thoughts once more. 

He quickly gathers himself, scrambling to stand up as he hurriedly makes his way to class. 

How is it possible for him to see his future? Is he truly certain that it wasn’t a dream? No, it didn’t feel like a dream. Gojo knew what his dreams were like, and they were never this detailed, never this vivid.

You had grown even more beautiful, which he thought couldn’t be possible. A dainty ring adorned your finger—a declaration of love and promises—which you wore proudly with a radiant smile.

Oh, you looked so beautiful. Even after ten years, you still looked the same, but more mature, and happier.

Gojo felt his heart leap into his throat as he pushed the door open, Yaga’s voice filling his ears. But it quickly turned into a low buzz, fading into background noise as soon as he saw you.

There you were, sitting silently at your seat, your gaze focused on the notebook on your desk as you quickly jotted down notes from the lecture.

Before he realized it, your name slipped from his lips. The sound of it made him stiffen, the class falling into an uncomfortable silence.

“Sit down, Satoru.” Yaga’s voice commanded him with a weary sigh, tired of the boy’s odd behavior.

It was dead silent, and you were looking at him. Confusion and curiosity flashed in your eyes as you watched him make his way to his seat beside Geto.

Yaga returned to his lecture, and you immediately turned your attention back to the teacher, your hand moving once more, indicating that you were writing in your notebook.

Gojo couldn’t help but stare at you. Your back was facing him, but he knew exactly what you looked like right now. Softly biting down on your bottom lip, brows furrowed slightly—the typical look you got when you were focused.

His mind wandered back to his newfound revelation. His future with you.

Your usual quiet self would be laughing loudly and smiling widely with him. The way you gently shoved his arm when he made his typical jokes, the giggles that escaped your lips when he tried to kiss you, playful and genuine “I love you’s” repeatedly leaving his lips. You looked so perfect, so incandescently happy. And he was the one making you feel that way.

A warm, fluttery feeling washed over him as he recounted the tiny, precious memories that he would share with you, wondering if you had seen them too. Wondering if you were thinking about him the way he thought of you.

Gojo impatiently tapped his fingers on the desk, each minute dragging on painfully as he waited for class to end.

Geto watched his friend fidget and gnaw on his lip, eyes fixed on you. Confusion spread across the raven-haired boy’s face. Sure, Gojo has always liked you, and it was normal for him to zone out in class, staring at the back of your head. But now he looked almost desperate, as if he were waiting for everyone to leave so he could pounce.

Geto rolled his eyes and lightly shoved his friend on the shoulder, snapping Gojo out of his thoughts.

“Why are you looking at her like she’s a piece of meat?” Geto whispered jokingly.

“I’m not!” Gojo whispered back sharply, shooting his friend a glare. “I’m just... thinking.”

This did not surprise Geto. Gojo was always thinking about you, whether on a mission, by himself, or with friends. His mind always wandered back to you.

Geto rolled his eyes once more, “yeah, I can see that. But you’re acting even weirder today.”

“It’s nothing, alright?” Gojo shifted uncomfortably in his seat under his friend’s scrutiny.

How could he tell Geto what he saw without sounding crazy? He already felt insane talking about you so much—what made him think Geto would believe he had seen his future wife, and that it was you?

Gojo shook his head. No, he didn’t have to tell anyone. All he wanted was to talk to you. To come clean. To finally spill his feelings. He had longed to do so but had been so deathly afraid. Yet seeing you so happy with him in that vision gave him the courage he needed to confess.

An hour passed, and the lecture finally ended. Yaga dismissed the students, instructing them to go to the sparring grounds to train before leaving without another word. Geto and Shoko immediately began chatting, but Gojo couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. But frankly, he didn’t care. All he cared about was you.

And so he walks up to you, watching you silently pack your stuff into your bag, blissfully unaware of what’s about to happen and what’s in store for you. 

He stops right behind you, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he waits for you to finish. 

“Oh, hi Satoru..” Your voice, so soft and sweet, almost making him melt into a puddle right then and there.

Red creeps up to his cheeks, the words quickly getting caught in his throat.

“H-hey…” He cursed himself inwardly for stumbling over his words, betraying his composure. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Tonight?” You paused, pondering for a moment, “just studying, I think—”

“Go out with me.” The words spill out of him, his blush deepening, though his eyes still locked on yours.

“H-huh?”

“Huh?”

Silence.

He then takes a sharp breath, stepping closer to you. 

“Go out with me.”

“Satoru, what’s gotten into you—”

“I mean it. Let’s go on a date, just you and me.”

Confusion and amusement flickered across your face as you met his gaze.

“Don’t tease, Satoru.” You sighed, arms folded across your chest.

“I’m not teasing.” He responded immediately, his voice sounding sincere, a plea for you to believe him, “I… I really like you.”

Your eyes widened at his words, lips slightly parting in surprise. 

“W-what? Me? You like.. Me?”

“Yes.. Yes, I do.”

“But why— how—”

“Does that matter?” The white haired boy sighed, a serious look flickering in his gaze, “I like you. Hell, I like you so much that for the longest time, I’ve felt like I’d explode any second now if I couldn’t be with you.”

“Satoru..”

“Y-you don’t have to of course,” he says quietly, hoping that you wouldn't reject his offer, “but I would love it if you said yes..”

A moment of silence falls between the two of you, just two kids staring at each other in awe. One who’s nervously fidgeting in his spot, and the other watches him with a bewildered mix of emotions. 

“You.. like me?” 

Gojo sighs heavily, “yes.. A lot actually.”

“And you want to go on a date, just you and me? Not with—”

“Not with Shoko and Geto.”

“Satoru..”

Your hand gently reached for his, sending a spark of electricity through him. It took all his restraint not to pull you closer and embrace you tightly.

“I.. I had no idea, I’m sorry I—” 

Oh god, there it is. The rejection. Was it too soon? Did he do it wrong? Are his chances with you ruined now? Gojo could practically feel as if the ground might swallow him whole, his lips pursing as he struggled to contain his disappointment.

His breath hitches in his throat as your fingers delicately slid his glasses off his face, revealing his striking blue eyes that gazed at you with love and adoration. And you could see it. You could see the way he looked at you, like a man madly in love. And that’s how you knew his words were true. That’s how you knew you could open up to him completely as well.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner, or I would’ve said something too,” you confessed quietly, meeting his gaze with a soft, gentle expression. “I like you too.”

It’s like the world has stopped.

His dreams were coming true, his future set, now that he’s got you. 

A wide, lopsided grin spread across his face, the playful look of genuine happiness in his eyes.

“Thank god… I thought I had to throw myself out the window there for a second.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips, causing his heart to flip inside his chest—a sound he knew he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

“God, I love your laugh,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing with warmth.

You smiled up at him, radiating happiness, just as you had in his vision.

“You’re my future, [name].” He murmured softly, his hand gently cupping your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

And he knows that it was true.

“Didn’t know you had a sappy side, Satoru,” you teased with a chuckle.

“No, I mean it.” He shook his head, his voice serious as he locked eyes with you. “You are my future. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Your expression softened at his words, silently wondering what had sparked this sudden openness and vulnerability in him. But you decided to ask later, for now, you simply wanted to savor the sweetness of his words, his gentle touch, and the warmth of his embrace.

“So do I, Satoru…” you whispered softly, leaning into his hand.

As the two of you stood there, lost in each other’s gaze and completely unaware of the world around you, Geto and Shoko watched through the small gap of the slightly open door, sharing amused glances.

“I told you he would crack soon enough,” Shoko whispered to her raven-haired friend, extending her hand expectantly. “Pay up.”

Geto groaned as he reached for his pocket, gently placing a few bills into Shoko’s waiting palm. 

“Glad to do business with you.” Shoko says with a playful smirk, “now, wanna bet that he’ll say ‘I love you’ in the next few hours?”

“No way he’s going to—“

“HEY! ARE YOU GUYS BETTING ON ME?!”

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Bonus:

Itadori stands beside the white haired sorcerer, a comfortable silence falling between them as they watch you mentoring his two friends. The training session was in full swing, with you offering guidance and support, your voice was calm and encouraging. The two students were focused, their movements precise and determined as they followed your instructions. 

Gojo's usual playful demeanor was replaced by a thoughtful expression as he observes the scene, with Itadori mirroring his teacher’s contemplative silence. Both of them were clearly captivated by the sight of you.

“Gojo-sensei,” Itadori began tentatively, breaking the tranquil silence between them, “how long have you known [name]-sensei?”

Gojo's eyes twinkles with amusement, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Ah, [name],” he replies, his tone warm with affection. “You mean my spouse?”

Itadori's eyes widened in surprise, his jaw dropping slightly before breaking into a wide grin.

“WHAAA— WAIT, REALLY? YOU’RE MARRIED?!” The pink haired boy exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement at this newfound revelation, earning a few curious looks from you and his friends.

A wide grin spread across Gojo's face, his eyes sparkling with happiness. Without a word, he extends his hand towards Itadori to reveal a gleaming ring.

“Yes, I am,” he confirms, his voice full with pride. “A happily married man!”

[theyluvkarolina]

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` She keeps on growing, Slipping through my fingers all the time ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃?: Yes! (Part of 1K Event!)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ Being a father was everything Fernando wanted on top of his racing career, but his age causes concerns. But your there to lift his spirits.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ Fernando Alsondo x Wife!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ a bit of a age gap! (not drastic, reader is AT LEAST 25 but is targeted to be 28. It makes me uncomfy if it’s anything younger tbh haha)

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ Absolutely loved this 🥹 “slipping through my fingers” never fails to make me cry. As someone also with a older dad, I loved this request! This one is pretty short but i decided to make it short and sweet. enjoy!! (GIRL DAD FERNANDO FANS RISE!!) Daughter also has a name! I choose Camila :)

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BEING A FATHER was everything Fernando dreamed of. Nevermind the mesmerized corners of every race, every counted lap, or every podium finish that brought a rush of adrenaline and satisfaction. Now, his new satisfaction stems from the birth of his daughter. The joy he felt holding his newborn daughter in his arms. The once-deafening roars of engines were now replaced by the gentle cries and giggles of his baby girl.

Fernando sat in the dimly lit nursery in your home in Spain, the soft hum of the lullaby playing in the background. The pastel-colored walls, adorned with tiny butterflies and stars, felt like a sanctuary from the high-octane world of racing. His eyes, usually focused with steely determination on the track, now softened as he watched his daughter sleep. Every rise and fall of her tiny chest, every flutter of her eyelashes, brought a sense of peace and fulfillment that no championship ever could.

He remembers every part of preparing this nursery, in fact, it was the same day you told him you were expecting.

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑

The sound of clanging in the usual baren room quickly caught your attention.

“What’s going on in here, mi vida? Is everything okay..?” You entered the previously barren room to be met with Fernando in the room of the nursery, a paintbrush in one hand and a can of pastel pink paint in the other. The room, once a bland, unused space, was now a canvas for his little girl. He had spent the better part of his career perfecting the art of precision and speed, but thiswas a different kind of project. It required patience, love, and a vision that went beyond the finish line.

“Mi amour, you should be resting, not walking around.” Fernando voiced, placing the paint and brush down onto the floor.

You let out a amoused laugh. “Nando, I’m barely even 2 months along, I’m more than okay to be walking around. What’s all of this for?” You coaxed looking around at the half painted room.

“For Camila.” Her said nonchalantly.

“Camila?” You raised a brow, surprised by the name, yet you loved the name.

“Sì. Camila.” He smiled fondly.

“I didn’t know we were certain on having a girl.” You gave a slight smirk at his certainty.

“I just know we are having a girl.” He replied, looking at you, grin evident on his face.

“Well, I'm sure that ‘Camila’ would love it.” You affirm, walking over to Fernando and placing a tender kiss on his cheek. "It's going smoothly I hope?"

Fernando turned to you “It's coming along. I think she's going to love it.”

You moved closer to the walls, inspecting his work. “It's perfect. She's going to feel so loved and safe in here.”

He paused, looking around the room, then back at you. “I hope so. I just want everything to be perfect for mi princesa.”

“You already have a nickname picked out?” You glanced at him, a giggle leaving your lips.

“Mi amour, the nickname has been picked out for our little girl the moment you told me you were expecting.”

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Fernando let a grin slip past his lips at the memory before he glanced at the framed photo on the dresser—a snapshot of his younger self, clad in his racing suit, holding up a trophy with a triumphant grin. Then, there was one of you both smiling, his arm on your waist while he held the 3rd place trophy when he re-entered the world of Formula One, getting the podium in Bahrain. Next to it was a recent picture of him cradling his daughter, his face glowing with a different kind of pride. The juxtaposition of these two images often brought a lump to his throat. He wouldn’t change a single thing. Besides one thing. His age. He was no longer the young, fearless racer he once was. Time had etched lines on his face, and every ache in his body served as a reminder of the years gone by.

Being an older father with a noticeably younger wife in a world filled with younger parents wasn't easy. At every birthday party or playdate he would take Camila to, he would be met with acute whispers and curious glances made at you both. Comments about his age, masked as innocent remarks, pricked at his confidence. Hell, he wasn’t deaf to the comments even some of the women you hanged out with made.

“What about when he needs to walk her down the aisle?”

“How will he walk her to school?”

“Are you… are you sure you are happy he is your husband?”

God how he hated them. It’s almost as if they forgot he is a world-class athlete… a 2x Formula One World Champion at that! But now, he wondered if he really could keep up. If he could be the father his daughter needed as she grew up. That little voice in the back of his head finally becoming vocal.

` Will you be able to walk her down the aisle? `

` How can he walk her to school with all the stares they would get? Surely he looks more like her grandfather than father.. `

` Are you even happy with him? Do you regret being with him? `

But then, there was you. You, with your unwavering support and infectious optimism, were always there to lift his spirits. That’s why he loved you so much. That’s why he was so drawn to you since the beginning. You had a way of silencing his doubts, making him feel invincible. Your love was his anchor, your laughter the melody that drowned out his fears.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the nursery window, Fernando found himself lost in thought. He was gently rocking his daughter in her rocking chair, her tiny hand wrapped around his finger as if it were her lifeline. You entered the room quietly, not wanting to disturb the serene moment.

“Hey… so that’s where you two ran off to..” You whispered, not wanting to wake your sleeping daughter. The sudden voice made Fernando jump, causing Camila to squirm a bit in father’s arms.

“Dios mío Y/N… you scared me.” He mumbled, placing a hand onto his chest in a joking manner.

“Sorry.” You gave a soft laugh at his teasing. “I was looking all over for you guys for about a hour.”

“I was just thinking... about everything.” Fernando replied, his eyes still fixed on the sleeping baby.

“Really? About what?” You asked, smiling at the sight of your husband and the baby.

“First of all.. about how lucky I am to have you and Camila. But…” He stops in his tracks, causing you to frown.

“But what, my love?” You questioned, entering the room and standing next to the pair, you placing a hand onto his shoulder.

“…but also, how old I feel.” Fernando came clean.

“What do you mean, Nando? You know I could care less about your age…Look at her. She doesn't care how old you are. She just needs you to love her, to be there for her. Which you are already doing.” You attempt to comfort him.

“I know.. but Y/N, I’m 42 and just had my first child… I’m not the like the other fathers. !hat if I can't keep up? What if I'm not around long enough to see her grow up? Who will be there to tie her shoes and play with her without needing so many breaks? What about all the stares I would get walking her to school? …Who will be there to walk her down the aisle for her wedding if I’m not there?” He began to ramble.

You shook your head at his comments, squeezing his arm gently. “Fernando, look at me, will you? You're here now. You're the best father she could ever have. And you'll be here for as long as you can be, giving her all the love and wisdom that only you can provide. That's what matters. Don’t talk about all of this as if you won’t be there to see her live her life… you very well will be there for her. No matter what age.”

Fernando took a deep breath, your words washing over him like a shower. He knew you were right. It doesn’t completely take away all of his worries, but it definitely eases them. His age might be a concern, but it didn't define his ability to be a good father. It didn't measure the depth of his love for his little girl.

He will be there when she says her first word. He will be there when she begins to walk. He will be there to tie her shoes before she goes off to her first day of school as she waves goodbye to him, toothy smile on her face. He will be there when she finally falls in love. But most of all, he will be there to walk her down the aisle. Because to Fernando, no matter how old she will be or himself, she will always be his little girl and to her, he will always be her dad.

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑

2043

Fernando stood in the small, private room of the chapel, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and nostalgia as he watched Camila, prepare for the biggest day of her life. He had always known this day would come, but it still felt surreal. It felt like it was yesterday when he was teaching her to walk in the paddock and now, nis little girl was about to walk down the aisle and start a new chapter with the love of her life.

“Papà…don’t stare at me like that…” Camila mumbled, fidgeting with her newly painted nails.

“¿Cómo qué? (Like what?)” Fernando snapped out of his thoughts, looking up to his daughter.

She was all grown up now, in her white wedding dress he always imagined seeing her in. She looked radiant—every bit the beautiful woman he had always known she would become.

“Like I’m still a little girl.” Camila sighed a bit embarrassed by his eyes on her, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

He smiled, his eyes misting over ever so slightly. “It feels like I am. You look so beautiful, mi princesa.”

“Para… don’t make me cry. I just did my makeup.” She brought a finger under her eyes to not smudge her makeup.

Fernando chuckled softly, stepping closer to her. He reached out, gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll try, but it’s hard. You’ve grown up so fast. It’s like you’re slipping through my fingers all the time… I still remember when you just said your first word.”

Camila took a deep breath, her expression softening as she looked at her father. “I know, Papà. But I’ll always be your little girl.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the occasion settling in. Fernando’s thoughts drifted back to the years gone by—the first time he held her, her first steps, the bedtime stories, the scraped knees he’d bandaged, the late-night talks. And now, this. This beautiful, bittersweet moment.

“You know,” he began, his voice thick with emotion, “being your father has been the greatest joy of my life. Even more than racing.”

“Even more than racing?” Camila voiced, her tone slightly shaky.

“Siempre más que carreras (Always more than racing). ” He assured, pulling her into a tender hug.

They held each other for a moment longer, then Fernando stepped back, taking a deep breath. “Are you ready?”

Camila nodded, her nerves settling into a calm determination. “Yes, I am. As long as you’re by my side.”

The room goes silent for a moment.

“Papà, I’m happy that I grew up being your daughter.” Camila turned to Fernando with a smile. Fernando blinked, a tear threatening to spill from his eye that he quickly wiped away.

“And I’m happy that out of anyone in the world, it’s you who is always going to be my daughter, mi princesa.”

𝐀/𝐍 2 ୨୧ I CRIED MAKING THIS WTF 😭😭

[theemporium]

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Luke wasn’t exactly complaining that you were on his lap, but he wasn’t exactly sure how it happened.

It had been a rare day off with no game, no practice and no training requiring Luke to head into the Rock. He had been content to just lounge around the apartment, waving Jack off as he rushed out to grab lunch with some of the other boys in the team. His body was tired and exhausted and he simply wanted a day to just do nothing.

And then you had texted him about having the urge to walk to the smoothie place near his apartment and he had practically tripped over his feet to meet you there.

However, the casual walk was quickly abandoned when Jersey’s unpredictable weather had a downpour drenching you both the second you stepped out of the smoothie shop and racing back towards Luke’s apartment, laughing and clutching onto each other with your free hands until you reached shelter.

And somewhere between giving you spare clothes to change into and trying to find some movie to put on the background, you had found yourself on Luke’s lap with your hands tugging on his curls and he was pretty sure he could die happily right at that moment.

“Fuck, Cherry, baby—” His words were cut off the second you attached your lips to the spot below his ear that made coherent thoughts a little hard to voice.

“Mmm, sound so pretty when I do that,” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin and it made it a little hard to remember what he wanted to say.

“We should be careful,” Luke managed to get out as you lifted your head to look at him. “Jack’s probably gonna be back soon.”

You raised your brows. “Do you want me to stop?”

Luke glanced down at your hands now resting on his stomach. He could feel his abs softly clenching under your touch, the sudden urge to rip his shirt off and feel your skin against his becoming overwhelming.

He shook his head.

Your lips twitched. “Words, baby.”

“No, don’t stop,” Luke swallowed, looking back up at you with a dazed look in his eyes that he only really gets around you.

“Couldn’t say no to a face like that,” you mused, leaning down until your lips were brushing his.

He leaned up into embrace, only to let out a small whine when you pulled away. He looked lost, his lips parted and some pathetic beg on the tip of his tongue before you finally leaned down to kiss him.

Luke let out a moan of relief as your tongue licked into his mouth, his hands tightening on your waist before they moved forward to cup your ass.

You could feel the smile on his lips when you moaned in approval.

“S’much better than smoothies,” he murmured between kisses, sounding a bit drunk with his words slurred together.

“Mhm,” you hummed, hands cupping his flushed cheeks as he leaned into your touch. “And what are your trainers gonna say about your smoothie choice?”

“It’s fine,” he said as he flashed you a grin, something so endearing about the sight of him being bashful and happy with his curls a mess and his cheeks burning pink. “Kissing burns calories, you know? This is my workout for the day.”

You snorted. “That was a terrible line.”

“Yeah, but you’re still gonna kiss me,” he retorted.

“Bold, are we?”

Luke shrugged, smiling. “I’m learning. Heard confidence is sexy.”

“Something like that,” you mused before leaning back down to kiss him again.

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twilight // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ semi public sex, biting, dry humping, mutual masturbation, nipple play, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

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a/n: a little gift for you for your lovely little message, nonnie <3

You awoke with a start, instantly aware of the empty space beside you where Soshiro's warmth should have been.

Blinking the bleariness from your eyes, you reached out to press your palm against the rumpled sheets. The distinct chill told you he'd been gone for some time now. You knew exactly where he'd be at this hour - the training room, relentlessly pushing himself as usual.

Most nights you let him have that solitary ritual, the steady thrum of his sword cutting through the air oddly soothing background noise to lull you back to sleep. But tonight, a different kind of ache tugged insistently at you.

It had been too long since you'd properly welcomed the explosive energy he always carried back to your shared quarters after these late practices. Too long since you'd peeled away those sweat-dampened training clothes and mapped every hard plane and ridge of his body with hungry hands and mouth.

You bit your lip, already able to vividly picture the way those powerful muscles would flex and bunch as he moved with that lethal grace. How his intense eyes would nearly smolder right through you when you finally had him at your mercy.

A restless shiver cascaded down your spine as arousal began to thrum hotly in your veins. With a huff, you shoved back the covers, unable to simply roll over and ignore the steady throb of need any longer. You were going to that training room and getting reacquainted with your boyfriend properly.

Snagging one of Soshiro's discarded shirts, you shrugged it on - the fabric barely skimming your thighs and carrying his musky, familiar scent. By the time you padded out into the corridor, heading towards the muffled sounds of exertion, desire had you hanging on by a thread already.

The rhythmic clang of steel meeting reinforced targets grew louder as you approached the training room. You peeked around the doorway, breath catching at the sight that awaited you.

There was Soshiro, his muscular frame glistening with exertion as he flowed through an intricate pattern dance - sword whirling in those calloused hands with mesmerizing precision. The snug compression shirt he wore left little to the imagination, sheening with perspiration and practically molded to every cut and swell of his physique.

You swallowed hard, roving eyes devouring the display of athletic power and control as a fresh surge of liquid heat flooded your veins. The man was like a living weapon - undeniably lethal yet almost hypnotically graceful even in combat.

Soshiro pivoted sharply on his heel, finally catching sight of you hovering in the entrance. His blade stilled but his surprised expression quickly melted into one of those infuriatingly attractive smirks.

"Well, well..." He drawled, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he boldly dragged his gaze over your scantily clad form. "Isn't this a pleasant surprise? You're up awfully early, gorgeous."

You shot him a half-hearted glare, even as thrills of desire sparked low in your belly at the dark timbre of his voice and the blatant appreciation flickering in those intense eyes. "You're one to talk. Don't you ever sleep?"

Soshiro chuckled, low and rough in a way that had your pulse kicking up another notch. He crossed the room in a few powerful strides, carelessly discarding his sword as he closed the distance between you.

"You know me," he rumbled, slinging an arm around your waist and tugging you flush against the scorching heat of his body. You bit back a whimper at the solid wall of muscle pinning you in place. "I need my...extra-curricular activities to burn off some energy."

His free hand toyed dangerously with the hem of the over-sized shirt you wore - his shirt, you realized with a shiver as his nose brushed the sensitive shell of your ear.

"Although," he murmured, hot breath fanning over your skin, "I have to say, this little outfit is pretty inspiring in its own right."

You forgot how to breathe for a moment as he leaned back just enough to rake you with one of those smoldering looks - the ones that never failed to dissolve your bones into molten desire. His hands skated higher, bunching the borrowed fabric around your thighs as he rutted his hardening cock against you with a low groan.

"Maybe I've got some energy to spare after all..."

Soshiro captured your lips in a slow, smoldering kiss that instantly banished any thoughts of gentle apologies. There was an almost bruising intensity to the way his mouth moved over yours - like a man suffering from decades of deprivation finally allowed a single, soul-quenching drought of water.

When you finally parted for air, his eyes had gone molten - pupils blown wide with naked hunger as they roamed greedily over your disheveled, flushed appearance. A rough thumb traced the swell of your lower lip, rubbing lightly over where he'd nipped and suckled until you were certain it would be swollen and glistening.

"How many nights has it been since I've tasted you properly?" he rasped, the deep timbre reverberating through you in delicious waves. It wasn't a question meant for an answer as his calloused palms hungrily mapped the exposed curves left tantalizingly bare beneath his oversized shirt. "Too damn many."

You shivered at the undisguised want, the blatant possession in his touch as he hauled you flush against the solid wall of his frame once more. His hips canted with purpose, leaving you aware of every rigid inch of his cock grinding deliciously against you through the scant barriers of your clothing.

"I'm not going to last much longer without having you wrapped around me," Soshiro growled against the thundering pulse at your throat. His sharp canines scraped over your overheated skin in clear promise. "Nights like these, I can barely fucking think about anything other than splitting you wide open on my cock and watching you come undone."

You whimpered at the bold crudity of his words, knees threatening to buckle at the mental images they invoked. Soshiro rumbled out a low, satisfied chuckle at the full-body shudder that lanced through you - entirely aware of the effect his filthy bedroom tone had.

"That's it, gorgeous..." He purred, snapping his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that robbed the breath from your lungs. "Let me remind you properly just how much I crave having you all to myself."

With that, he sealed his searingly hot mouth over yours once more, swallowing your desperate little noises as he proceeded to make good on those deliciously wicked promises.

Soshiro's smoldering gaze held yours as his calloused hands roamed over the tempting curves hugged by that oversized shirt. "You just couldn't resist wearing my clothes, could you?" he rumbled, voice already deepened with want.

You shivered at the pure sin dripping from his tone, feeling a fresh gush of arousal. "I missed the way you smell," you murmured, breathless.

One dark brow quirked up as he tugged lightly on the hem, letting it ride up tantalizingly over your thighs. "Is that all you were missing, gorgeous?"

The heat in his stare pierced you as his knuckles trailed higher, higher, until his finger was suddenly brushing right against your damp folds. "Fuck..." he growled out a curse, "You aren't wearing any panties, naughty girl."

You bit your lip, suddenly shy despite the fact that your state of undress was blatantly obvious. Soshiro's eyes flashed, a feral grin slowly spreading over his features.

"You're killing me here..." He slid both hands beneath the bunched fabric, palms mapping the sultry vee of your legs as his hot breath fanned over your bare skin. "But I'm not complaining."

With that, he dipped lower, pressing scorching openmouthed kisses along your inner thighs and working his way inward. You clutched at his shoulders, knees threatening to buckle as he gradually sank down before you. He ducked his head beneath the shirt's fabric, and you braced yourself against the solid wall behind you as the first electrifying stroke of his flattened tongue met your slickened folds.

Your moan echoed off the walls as Soshiro eagerly lapped up the evidence of your arousal, hands gripping your hips in a vice as his tongue delved deeper. He ate at you like a man starved, sucking and teasing and coaxing more of those desperate little noises from your lips.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer and arching into his mouth, chasing the delicious sensations as his talented tongue drove you towards the edge. He groaned against your soaked folds, sending vibrations skittering over your nerves and nearly pushing you over the edge.

"That's it, gorgeous. Ride my face. Just like that..." His raspy timbre was muffled but the encouragement was clear enough. You rocked shamelessly into his mouth, crying out as he sealed his lips around your clit and suckled just so—

With a hoarse shout, you crested, entire body going taut as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Soshiro growled his approval, drawing it out as he lapped up the obscene gush of fluid coating his tongue. When you finally began to come down, he rose to his feet and captured your trembling lips in a searing kiss.

"I'll never get tired of making you squirt like that ," he purred against your mouth, tongue flicking out to savor the evidence still lingering on his lips. You couldn't help but whimper, fresh sparks of arousal igniting low in your belly at the raw intimacy in the act.

Soshiro smirked, a dark gleam of satisfaction shining in his eyes as his hands roamed the planes of your body. "Still, as much as I'd love to keep tasting you all night," he rumbled, the low timbre doing absolutely wicked things to your over-stimulated senses, "I really, really need to bury myself in that tight little pussy. Right. Now."

Your breath caught at the blatant, unabashed lust in his gaze, and you felt another rush of molten heat flooding your veins. His dark eyes pinned you in place, devouring you with a heated stare as he reached down to deftly unlace his pants and pull his erection free.

The thick length sprang forward, already impossibly hard and jutting proudly from his hips. He curled a palm around the base, giving himself a firm stroke and swiping his thumb through the pearlescent droplet of precum beading at the tip.

"See what you do to me?" Soshiro growled, smearing the glistening trail of moisture across the flushed, velvety head. You whimpered, transfixed by the lewd display and wanting nothing more than to lap up the salty essence with your tongue.

His free hand shot out, seizing your chin and forcing your gaze back to his. "Don't you dare look away," he rasped, the sharp order making you squirm against him. His intense eyes never strayed from yours as he stroked himself again, a rough curse falling from his lips.

You licked your lips, unable to tear your gaze away as the slick sound of his pumping fist filled the air. Your pulse raced, desire pounding hot and heavy in your blood as you watched his broad chest heave with exertion and pleasure, watched the play of muscles as his free hand clenched and flexed.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last if you keep looking at me like that," he growled, slowing the pace of his strokes as he tried to regain some measure of control. "Touch yourself, baby. Let me watch."

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, the thrill of exhibitionism and Soshiro's commanding tone combining to leave you utterly helpless against his whims. With a whimper, you trailed a trembling hand over your breasts, tweaking your pebbled nipple as you imagined it was his hot mouth.

"That's it, gorgeous. Make yourself nice and ready for me."

You bit your lip, sliding your other hand down and spreading your folds with slickened fingers. Soshiro let out a harsh groan as he watched, his strokes speeding up once more. The sight was almost enough to send you over the edge again - Soshiro, fully clothed, jerking his cock with that wild, unrestrained expression as he stared at you with molten eyes.

"Oh, fuck yes...just like that," he rasped, the rhythm of his pumping fist becoming frantic. You circled your clit, unable to stop the broken moans and pleading sounds falling from your lips.

"S-Soshiro, I need—"

"I know, baby," he groaned, biting his lip as his eyes raked over you hungrily. "I need it too. So fucking bad. C'mere."

You didn't even have time to react before he hauled you against him, lifting you with those powerful arms and pinning you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, a breathless gasp leaving you at the feel of his rigid length pressed between your thighs.

Soshiro's eyes flashed, dark and hungry, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss. There was a brief fumbling and a shift of hips, and then you were both groaning as he suddenly thrust home, sinking into your core in one fluid motion.

You threw your head back, breaking the kiss to cry out at the overwhelming stretch as your body adjusted to his size. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs grazing over the sensitive flesh as he fought for control.

"Damn, you're fucking soaked tonight. You feel fucking incredible," he rasped, hands clutching your hips in a death grip. He began to move, the slow drag of his cock setting every nerve alight as he bottomed out with every thrust. "So. Fucking. Good."

You could only keen, mind blanking as he found a deep, steady rhythm that had your toes curling. You gripped his shoulders for dear life, his ragged, guttural praise washing over you as he took you right there, against the wall, still fully clothed.

"Gods, I've missed this," Soshiro panted, slamming his hips forward and wrenching a choked sob from your throat. "I can't—fuck, I can't think straight when you're around."

His teeth clamped down on your shoulder, a feral snarl rising up from his chest. "Was gonna finish training early to- to wake you up with my tongue in that sweet pussy," he ground out, punctuating the crude confession with another sharp snap of his hips. "But you just had to come in here, looking like a fucking wet dream and- nnghh, wearing my shirt."

You moaned at the carnal picture he painted, at the raw possessiveness dripping from his voice. Soshiro rutted against you, driving himself deep and bottoming out with a harsh grunt. His breath came in ragged gasps, the telltale tightening in your core signaling that you were both teetering on the edge.

"Can't get enough," he snarled, pistoning his hips at a brutal pace that left you seeing stars. "Not of this, not of you, not ever—f-fuck, fuck—"

His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he lost himself in his frenzied thrusts. Your climax crashed over you, drowning out all rational thought as pleasure washed over you in dizzying waves. Soshiro's hoarse shout echoed around the empty room as he buried himself to the hilt, warmth flooding your core as his release hit him in shuddering, violent spasms.

When the aftershocks finally tapered off, the two of you slumped against the wall, spent and boneless. You leaned heavily into Soshiro's broad chest, head nestled against his shoulder as the pair of you struggled to catch your breath.

After several long moments, his hands found their way into your hair, gently tipping your head back until you met his gaze. Soshiro's intense eyes shone with a rare tenderness as he pressed a soft kiss to your swollen lips.

"Hey," he murmured, the affectionate smile curling his mouth doing dangerous things to your already weakened heart. "Let's get you back to bed, beautiful."

You nodded, letting him scoop you up into his arms. The journey back to your shared quarters passed by in a blur, the warm, contented haze of post-coital bliss enveloping you in a bubble of serenity.

By the time Soshiro laid you gently back into bed, tucking the covers around you, the world had tilted on its axis and settled into its new orientation. It was clear neither of you were meant for sleep anytime soon, the pair of you instead passing the next few hours tangled in the sheets together, with Soshiro lazily fingering his cum back into your spent core and whispering filthy promises in your ear.

But you weren’t complaining.

[baronessvonglitter]

Halftime Show

Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Dave York, Frankie Morales, Marcus Moreno x f!sexworker!reader (lucky girl)

Word count: 2,779

Summary: you're an escort hired for a private Super Bowl party hosted by a mysterious client and his four friends

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, reader's work name is "Angel", reader is a sex worker, mildly dubious consent (though she does state that the men can do as they want, it's her first experience in sex work), rough sex (but no violence done to reader), group sex, threesome to sixsome, oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, double p in v, anal sex & fingering, multiple penetration, hand jobs, face fucking, facial, verbal abuse/humiliation, squirting, swallowing, creampie, spitroasting, reader gets slapped w/a dick for a bit, porn without plot, you know.. all the sweet stuff.

Author's Note: another cross-post from AO3 but honestly, football is barely mentioned so if you want you can ignore the whole Super Bowl aspect. Y'all might know by now I love a little romance in my smut but this particular fic has zero romance. Reader is there to do a job and leaves having done it very well. Also.. I'm considering creating a part 2 featuring more Pedro Boys, so any input on that is welcome!

It's your first day as an escort and you're a little nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. You never know what you're going to expect from clients, but these guys you're about to meet have been pre-screened and even had to turn in blood tests just to be considered as clients. The escort service you work for is very prestigious. You're even driven to the location by a security detail who is tasked to wait outside for you. This makes you feel a little better.

You take a quick look at your outfit before you leave the car. The rule is you show up in character and leave in character. No real names, no background stories, just a persona and an exchange of goods. Simple as that. Should be easy enough.

Taking a deep breath, you exit the car and go up to the front door.

* * *

The doorbell rings, and Dave York springs from the sofa, a little smirk on his lips. "Guys, I think she's here," he announces, and the rest of the group look up from the Super Bowl game, groaning when Dave mutes the sound even though it's just gone to commercial.

"Who?" Frankie Morales asks, swigging a beer.

"The halftime entertainment," Dave answers mysteriously.

Marcus Moreno and Joel Miller trade inquisitive glances. Javier Peña raises his brow. He knows what Dave means.

Dave brings you into the living room and you take a quick survey of your surroundings: the home is nicer than most, two stories, decorated tastefully but with an obvious woman's touch. You give him a once-over. He's forty-ish, handsome, clean-shaven.

"The wife got the house in the divorce," Dave tells you, as if reading your mind. "This is my last weekend here, so let's make it count!" He raises his glass of whiskey to the guys, most of whom also salute with their drinks. They are all eyeing you like a pack of dogs that haven't eaten in days.

Marcus, a kind-looking man with dark eyeglasses who gives you Clark Kent vibes, smiles awkwardly at you, blushing. "Aren't you going to introduce us?" he asks Dave politely.

"Angel," you give your working name, smiling at each of the men. They're all cute: some scruffy, some dapper.

Dave smirks. "I'm Dave, and these are my buddies Marcus, Frankie, Joel, and Javier." Each of the guys smiles or nods at you as they're introduced.

"I heard you guys are looking to get wild," you say, opening your winter coat to reveal your see-through lingerie. Joel, Javier, and Dave whoop in excitement. Marcus and Frankie are more reticent but can't take their eyes off you. "What do you plan on doing with little ol' me?" you ask innocently, kneeling on the cushioned ottoman in the middle of the living room. You glide your hands over your body and smile as the men shift in their seats, watching you, getting hard already at the idea of you offering yourself.

Dave is the first to put his hands on you, first on your hips then grabbing your ass. Joel, an older man with graying hair and green flannel shirt, interrupts him, rising from his seat. "Now, who told you you get to go first?" he asks in a deep voiced Texan accent.

"First? We're running a train on this girl?" Javier asks from his seat, a cigarette burning between his lips. He's dressed like someone from the 1970s but his clothes fit him well, accentuating a lean physique.

"You can do whatever you want with me," you tell them with confidence. "But of course, no hitting, no biting, no leaving marks." You are resolute on this, as is your employer.

"Hell, darlin', we're not monsters," Joel says, his eyes full of concern for you. The others chime in that they aren't into really rough stuff. Only Dave looks a little disappointed by your rule.

"I'd expect you to be more methodical about this," Javier tells Dave, rising from his seat and casting an amused glance at his friend. He eyes you up and down then reaches into your bra to cup your breast while his other hand dives between your thighs. "Christ, she's already wet. And so fucking tight. You haven't been doing this kind of work long, have you, baby?"

"You all are my first clients," you admit, your breath hitching as his thick fingers tease you.

Javier manages a small smile then looks over at the group. "You haven't thought about these guys," he tells Dave, and nods at Frankie and Marcus. "They're completely baffled by this."

"We're not, I know exactly what's going on," insists Frankie, an adorable middle-aged guy wearing a t-shirt, cargo pants and baseball cap. His innocence is palpable and quite touching.

Dave and Javier's hands are still on you, grabbing and groping. It's a good start. "I'm paying for her. I should get to go first," Dave complains.

A few of the guys (well, okay, Javier and Dave) start to bicker about it, fueled by testosterone and alcohol. Joel strides up to you, effectively taking you away from Dave and Javier. "It's kind of a shame that no one's puttin' her feelings into consideration. She's gonna be providin' a huge service for us. Least we can do is give her a little pleasure beforehand." With that, he takes you and places you on the ottoman, kneeling between your open thighs. He rips open the crotch of your lingerie and dives in, sucking on your pussy. Your initial shock gives way to thrill as you register the warm, wet stiffness of his tongue rasping your folds, your clit, not taking his time about it. Your fingers curl into his hair as you lift your thighs back. You're still on the clock, still giving a show, even if this part is currently for your benefit. With Joel's aid you manage to take the now-ruined lingerie off and are naked but for your knee-high stockings.

"Way to get the party started," Javier says approvingly. "I'm not about to waste any time." He goes to you and sits you up. You take a moment to admire the bulge in those tight trousers before he pulls them down enough to take out his thick shaft. You obediently open your mouth to accept it and he slowly moves into your throat, allowing you to get used to him. Saliva pools in your mouth as you start to moan around his dick, still exhilarated by Joel's ravishing you with his tongue. You feel a hand massaging your breast and look over to see Frankie, his puppy dog eyes wide with wonder, as if he can't believe you're real.

"That feels so good," you tell him, sensing he likes praise. He lights up, encouraged by you, and continues to pinch and pull at your nipple before sucking on it, extracting a pleasured moan from your lips before you go back to sucking off Javier.

Marcus and Dave stand back. Marcus looks flustered and Dave has his hands on his hips, making a face. He's figuring out where to squeeze in but at the same time doesn't want to share.

Meanwhile you're keeping busy with Javier's cock in your mouth, Frankie's mouth on your breast, and Joel still lapping at you between your thighs. The most exquisite feelings comes over you and your scream is muffled as you come so hard, your body spasming while surrounded by these men. It's the most sensually charged moment of your entire life.

Joel lifts himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "She's wetter'n a cucumber in a convent," he chuckles, standing and trying to get the feeling back in his knees. Frankie then moves down to finger you just as Javier is on the verge of coming. Just as he gives a strangled growl, spilling his cum into your willing throat, you feel one of Frankie's fingers in your ass. You gasp and clench around him as Dave takes Javier's place. Your body is buzzing with energy, with lust.

"You're gonna earn every penny," Dave growls, thrusting into your mouth as if he hates you. You don't have a gag reflex but you pretend to choke on him, bringing tears to your eyes.

Frankie starts to undo his pants then quickly steps away. "I'm, uh, not ready yet."

"Let her take care of it," Javier says, lighting up another cigarette.

"No smoking in here," Dave warns, his eyes still on the mascara running down your face.

"Fuck you."

You start stroking Frankie, smiling at the plumpness of his cock, uncut. He's gazing down at you with tenderness in his eyes.

"Marcus, you joinin' us?" Joel asks, getting ready to pull down his jeans.

Marcus watches from the adjoining kitchen, his beer growing warm in his hand. "Maybe.. in a bit." He smiles nervously.

Joel shrugs and unzips himself, releasing his thick, veiny cock. It's all you can do not to stare at it in wonder.

"Hey, I was gonna go first," Dave says aggressively.

"You snooze you lose. Aren't we all gonna get a turn?" Joel smirks before aligning himself to your opening. "Such a tiny, perfect little pussy.. you're gonna be completely wrecked when we're done with you, babygirl..."

Your eyes widen when he begins to slide into you, but you're already slick enough to take him. You remove Dave from your mouth so you can watch Joel's cock disappear inch by inch into your cunt.

"Don't forget about me," Dave warns you, tapping his dick against the side of your face. You compliantly return to sucking him off and he grunts contentedly in response. At the same time Joel pushes in to the hilt. "Hell she's taking every inch of me," he groans. "What a good little slut she is.."

"Well shit, don't stretch her out before the rest of us," Dave complains.

"That's not a particular worry of mine," Javier smirks, getting himself ready again as he goes to your free hand, opposite Frankie, who is already hard and ready. Joel is building up a nice tempo, sliding deep inside your pussy, Dave thrusts avidly into your mouth, Frankie and Joel are watching you as you zealously prime them for whatever they want to do next.

"Oh my god!" Frankie's eyes go wide and without warning he comes on your stomach and you make a sound of surprise when you feel the warm stickiness of him on your skin. "I'm sorry," he mumbles.

"Don't be," you tell him with a smile. "Think you've got another one in you?" you wink and scoop his cum into your mouth as Frankie watches in wonder.

Dave seems upset that you keep removing him from your mouth to talk to Frankie, but Frankie looks so happy that you're not grossed out or upset. Dave grabs hold of the back of your head and rams himself in your throat. "Less talking, bitch," he growls.

You would give him a death glare but then you feel Joel speeding up, his thrusts strong, the loud slapping of your flesh fills the air. Before you know it you're throbbing around him, milking him as you feel him finish inside you. He doesn't stay long, and soon Javier takes his place. "Flip over, cariño," he says, moving you on all fours. Dave takes over from the front, Frankie strokes himself while fondling your tit. Javier grabs your ass and slides in, letting you feel every inch of him as you moan around Dave's cock. He cums soon, spraying the back of your throat with his thick white cum.

"Get in there, Frankie!" Javier encourages, pumping away none too gently as he watches your ass ripple with each thrust. "Marcus get over here and do something or you'll miss out!"

Marcus seems frozen to his spot but Frankie follows orders and you open wide to receive him. He looks down at you like you're some kind of miracle, and you make sure to look at him the same way, charmed by his good nature.

Javier leans close to you. "I'm gonna put it in your ass, cariño."

"Do whatever you want," you purr.

He pulls out of you and you feel a warm glob of saliva at your rear entrance. Javier smears it around your puckered hole and eases himself in. You gasp, fists clenching the edge of the ottoman. "Fill all her holes, boys," Dave says, watching from the side. "That's what she's here for."

Frankie pulls away from your mouth. "Let me get under you." he says, and Javier pulls out enough for you two to get positioned. Frankie aligns himself at your entrance and sinks in easily. "Jesus, you feel so good, Angel.." He thrusts up into you as Javier continues to fuck your ass. The three of you are a fusion of lust and frenzy. Joel watches, running his tongue over his lips, still tasting your sweet essence. Dave tells everyone he's next to claim your ass. Marcus has since inched closer, undeciding yet if he's going to join, or how. He's obviously hard, his eyes dark with craving.

"Marcus," you mumble as he approaches your side. "Fuck my mouth," you beg.

He suppresses a gasp but he unbuckles his belt. "I haven't.. in a while.."

"That's okay.." you smile at him, helping him pull down his pants and briefs, running your nails over his solid girth, and he immediately rises to the occasion. "You were shy before, but not now," you notice, and give his cock a couple of gentle tugs before taking him into your waiting mouth, just the tip, and letting him go in as deep as he wants.

Javier speeds up, fingers digging into your hips as all your cries fill the room. He comes, filling your ass as he grunts savagely, causing you in turn to come, clenching around Frankie who buries himself deep inside as he lets go. Once Javier pulls away Dave takes over, gripping your hips and moving you against him.

You finger your lonely pussy, unable to make yourself feel as good as any of these men have. “Oh god, I want all of you at once.. please!” You beg.

Marcus approaches you and lays beneath you as Dave moves away, scoots up so he’s practically standing over you. Joel claims your mouth and Javier lets you pump him with your fist. Frankie approaches from behind and at the same time Marcus enters you from beneath. Two men fuck your cunt, stretching you, ruining you, and all you can do is give them what they want and then ask for more.. one man in your mouth, in your hand, in your ass.. you are working for every penny just as Dave said.

You're practically dazed by the countless feelings of pleasure coming from every man inside you, the way they move, the way they taste, how their hands grope your ass or your breasts, your hips.. you're just a receptacle for them, a plaything. This allows your brain to soak everything in without having to think. Just feeling. None of them really care about your pleasure, not at this point. You're just a means to an end, and you like it. You've never felt more alive.

"God!" you gasp as you feel yet another wave of absolute euphoria threaten to take you under. You don't even bother to hold back. As soon as you come you feel them all come with you, like tiny explosions set off in a chain. You gulp down Joel's spunk as Dave spills himself inside your ass, and Marcus and Frankie throb then release, one only seconds after the other. Javier takes control of himself from you and spurts his cum onto your face. For the first time ever in your life, you squirt, gasping at the relief and suddenness of it. The six of you try hard to catch your breath, all of you taking in the moments of this night.

"I don't think I'll be able to cum for weeks," Joel says, chuckling as he pulls up his pants.

* * *

Showered and dressed, you leave in a skimpy outfit that covers more than the lingerie did, as Dave uses the escort agency's app to send you a very generous tip from himself and the rest of the guys. The guys, cleaned up and all in relaxed moods, watch the game, not even upset that they missed most of the second half. You take your money and leave, blowing a kiss to the guys.

"God damn, you hired a good one," Javier mutters to Dave.

"Let's make this an annual thing," Dave smirks. "Next one's on you, Peña."

[karineverse]

DTIYS results!!!

Wow I didn't expect so many (talented) people to join... Everyone had such cool interpretations... It was hard to choose just a few of them •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

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For the 3rd place I have 3 people:

@and-bone-appetit with this drawing.

His hair looks pretty cool and his alternative outfit is so cute, and it keeps the original color palette!! Can't forget to say that I love how his face looks and also his almost not noticable vitiligo too, it looks so cute on them. I also like how you keep the proportions pretty accurate here and I really wanted to compliment that and the anatomy as well, good job :]

@shynetyme06 with this design.

I always love how you draw Ink, and I honestly thought you were gonna draw the fem version lol, but I love his clothes and his hair, and also the color palette and everything else about it and the effort you put on it... wow...

@sandeewithtwogaye with this little guy.

We've seen your take on human Ink already, but your 100% humanized version is even better!! The headcanons are pretty funny and really sounds like them (they have a miku binder fr) as always I love the hair and the clothes lol, it's basically what we have to be creative with anyways, and you did get really creative [:<

2nd place:

@sharkjellot with THIS one.

Sincerely. This one is my FAVORITE. I fell in love with him, he has the coolest hair ever, has a lot of tiny colorful accessories, a great skin tone, and you can still tell it's Ink... He's what I've been looking for fr... You did a great job!!!!

1st place:

@mumder with this masterpiece 🤌.

This one HAD to get the first place. Like, look at it!!! Really good proportions, awesome lighting, wonderful color palette, a fucking background with a lot of tiny details that I absolutely LOVE (I'm still trying to find out if the song he's listening to exists, I want to see if I like it) I even like Ink's painting on it's on lol. Anyways, as you can see this artist put A LOT of effort on this and like- I don't even have words???- so much talent and effort I can't even put in words ^^ also the headcanons on the original post are also really nice

Prizes:

The winners can talk to me on Tumblr's dms or my Discord (karineverse) about their respective prizes, I hope I'll manage to give you all good prizes <3

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Y'all should REALLY go support all these artists by reblogging their work (the other participants as well, everyone worked hard on their drawings and they deserve recognition!!!)

Shootout to everyone else who participated!!! It was fun to see how y'all view Ink as a human and I hope you had fun too!!! And for the growing number of followers!!

If you didn't manage to post on time, don't let it stop you!! You can still have fun and draw something after the deadline. Tagging me is not a rule anymore at this point, but I'll be happy to see your art ^^

See ya again when I reach 1k!! ^^

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[the-prettiest-teardrop]

Second Chance Ch. 1

Pairing- Childhoodbestfriend!Steve x Introverted!reader

Warnings- Drunk Steve, Alcohol mention, Steve being an asshole, regret, kissing.

A/N- This was so fun to write, and part 2 should be out soon. This actually hit close to home tho cuz I got dumped by my childhood bestie right after lockdown ended

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Steve-fucking-Harrington, childhood best friend, turned to someone you considered an enemy.

Elementary school was great, sitting on the porch together, eating popsicles, fighting over who was the faster runner. Middle school wasn’t bad either, minus a few arguments and awkward moments. Late nights were spent lying in your backyard, giggling and gossiping over who had a crush on who, and who was dating who. This was around the time you started noticing his popularity rise, more girls were starting to take interest in him, I mean, yourself included, but that was something he never knew. High school is when things went downhill, rather than laughing with him on the porch, you sat alone, staring down at your shoes, hiding inside whenever him and his new, cool friends came driving past your house. It all still hurt, the way it was as if you were erased from his memory, like he never knew you at all. 

Your phone rang, interrupting your otherwise quiet night. You set down your book, “Pride and Prejudice” and picked up the phone.

“Hey, Y/N, you think you could come help me out?” It was Robin’s voice, and you could hear drunken chatter and the other sounds of a party in the background.

“Depends on what it is.” You reply with an exasperated sigh, you were trying to have a relaxing night in, and having to save someone at a party didn’t sound like something you wanted to do right now.

“Listen, I need help getting Steve home, and before you complain, I’m not gonna be able to drive him home and you’re the only one I know that could help.” She explains before you can interject. She knew how he hurt you, and how you still disliked him to this day.

“God, fine, only because I want you to be happy.” You groan as Robin thanks you before hanging up. You put the phone back on the receiver and make your way to the party. 

Once you arrive at the house, you’re immediately hit with the overwhelming scent of alcohol and vomit, making you gag. You quickly find Robin, a drunken Steve at her side.

“Did you get him water?” You ask with a sigh, already over having to deal with him.

“Mhm, now get him home please, I’ve got things to do.” Robin reply’s, helping shift him toward you. You wrap an arm around the drunken boy, his hazy eyes meeting yours.

“I know I’m the last person you want to spend the night with, but let’s go.” You murmur, and he luckily complies as you get him into your car.

The drive home is fairly silent, until you turn onto your street.

“I don’t know why I ditched you.” He slurs drunkenly, and your heart seizes. You knew he wasn’t in his right mind, but hearing him say those words still meant something. “I thought they were cool or whatever, but now everyone’s off to college and I’m stuck working a stupid, dead-end job.” His words were sincere, no matter how drunk he was, it was all the truth. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him, it seemed like he’d changed, not completely, but enough to give him another chance.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside.” You murmur, helping him out of the car and into your house, where you then got him settled on the couch.

You could hear him mumbling to himself as you got him water, and when you set it on the coffee table in front of him, his eyes landed on your face.

“You’re pretty, you’ve always been pretty.” He slurs, and you give a brief smile, acknowledging the comment without giving it any time to blossom into anything more.

You brought him a blanket, telling him to rest before retreating to your bedroom. 

As you laid in bed that night, his words kept replaying in your head, and you couldn’t help the little swell of excitement you got in your chest when you thought of him. He was still as handsome as always, with his gorgeous carmel locks and big brown eyes. You dreamed of him, of what it would’ve been like if he hadn’t ditched you, if your life hadn’t taken that turn.

In your dreams, you lay in his arms, his face tucked into your neck. You were utterly in love, attending college together, planning out the rest of your lives. Unfortunately, when you woke up, you were forced to face the harsh reality.

You walked downstairs, expecting to see Steve on the couch, but he was nowhere to be found, until you spotted him out on the porch.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask quietly, confused as to his sudden change in location.

“You deserve an apology, and I figured there was no better place to do it.” He says quietly, his voice low as you sit down beside him. “I really shouldn’t have done that, I was an asshole to you, and look where that got me. I know this isn’t nearly what you deserve in the forms of an apology, and I understand if you never want to see me ever again.” He explains, looking down at his shoes.

“Thank you, I mean, I can kinda understand why you did it, being popular feels good, especially when there’s no one at home to make you feel like you matter.” You knew all too well about the situation at home, all the times he stayed over at your house as kids, all thanks to his neglectful parents. “For the record, I really don’t want to lose you, not after getting you back.” You add, and you find your hand in his, fingers laced together.

“You know, I had a crush on you all through elementary and middle school, always thought you were pretty, even after I left.” He says, squeezing your hand a little.

“I know, last night, you said some things. I’ve always liked you too, I mean, I don’t think that’s a huge surprise, everyone likes you.” You smile sadly, which makes his heart ache. He’d hurt you enough, and didn’t want to do any more damage.

“I’d be willing to give us another chance, but maybe as more than friends.” He offers, his tone soft, fearing rejection. Your silence scared him, but before he could react, you were pressing your lips to his, and his hands flew to your lower back, holding you close.

You spent most of the day like that, sitting on the porch and chatting, catching up on the last 4 years.

[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!)

[rems-writing]

Doberman cafe but a Maltese owns it?

Trope: barista!Yeosang x officeworker!reader

This will be tied to the dilf YunGi fics I posted a while back but this time, the reader will have no connection to any of the characters. Just a heads up lol

Includes: swearing, yelling, Yeosang being a total softie for the reader, reader is a certified simp for Yeosang (i mean who wouldn't be lol), mentions of a non-Ateez member, just a shit ton of fluff lol

Originally, I was going to post a Hongjoong fic. However, in observance of the birth of the man named Kang Yeosang, I've decided to post this first before the Joong fic.

@newworldnet

@blossomnet

Thank you to @bunnliix for helping me decide the order of the remaining fics that I should write and post

The calming effect of the soft jazz music playing in the background of the Doberman Cafe provided much needed soothing effort for those that entered the small coffee shop. From college students to families that wanted a day out, the owner would always greet his customers with a smile.

Kang Yeosang was happy where he was at. After quitting his old job, he found it relaxing to grind coffee and mix in various ingredients to create caffeinated drinks varying from sweet to bitter. He also got some help from his best friend Jung Wooyoung, who was currently in the back baking various pastries. The two have been friends since diapers and they vowed to never abandon the other.

Yeosang has heard tales of Wooyoung's other best friend getting together with Jeong Yunho and the widow of Doh Kyungsoo dating Song Mingi.

When would it be his turn?

Business was slow as usual for today. After all, it was Friday so most of his usual customers weren't coming in which was fine. It gave the man time to relax and rest his hands from making coffee. The bell attached above the front door chimed and Yeosang looked up. He was getting ready to greet the customer with a kind smile when he heard the argument that came through.

"LISTEN, JONES! I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF HE ACTS LIKE A DAMN CHILD THROWING A TANTRUM! HE SHOULD'VE THOUGHT TWICE BEFORE FUCKING CHEATING ON ME!"

Oh dear. This person sounded angry. Wooyoung must've noticed Yeosang's confusion and slight fear since he poked his head out of the back and heard the unintentionally loud conversation this person had with this Jones person.

"HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT?! OH HELL NAH! I'M OVER HERE BUSTING MY ASS LEFT AND RIGHT 24/7 TO BRING FOOD ON THE TABLE AND PAY RENT WHILE HE SITS ON HIS ASS AND DOES ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING! AND YET HE HAS THE GALL TO SAY, 'yOu nEvER mAkE tiMe fOr me' STRAIGHT TO MY FACE?! AT LEAST I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HIS BEST FRIEND!"

Oh. This just got interesting. As Yeosang saw the customer sit down, he couldn't help but to be smitten with them. Sure, they were angry as hell and very much stressed yet he couldn't help it. He tilted his head and eavesdropped some more. Unintentionally.

"Look, Jones! After gathering the divorce papers, make sure you also provide documents for a restraining order against my soon to be ex-husband. It may be too much, but I don't care. I'm so fucking tired! I'm just... done. Let me know when those papers are finished and fax them to me. My boss won't care. He knows of the shit that's happening to me right now. Hence, that strangely kind offer for me to take a trip down to the Bahamas. Anyways, I have to go. Tell your wife and kids I said hi."

You hung up after your attorney and former college roommate Jones bid you goodbye. You groaned quietly and laid your head on the table that you sat at. You felt someone sit across from you and you were about to tell them to kindly fuck off when you lifted your head and was immediately greeted with a statue staring down at you with big brown eyes that were full of curiosity and wonder.

'HOLY SHIT! I KNOW THAT A LOT OF PEOPLE SAY THAT THE OWNER WAS HANDSOME, BUT THEY CERTAINLY DIDN'T TELL ME HOW HANDSOME! AND HE'S SO CUTE TOO! LIKE A MALTESE!'

'Quit it, Y/N! He probably thinks you're a lunatic with the way he must've heard you scream over the phone.'

'Damn it! Ok I'll stop my simping...'

After you finished internally scolding yourself, you looked down to see him move a white teacup slowly in your direction, along with a slice of cake.

"Hey. I figured you'd need this. I didn't mean to, but I overheard you yelling at someone over a certain douchebag that's also a man-child. Hopefully, this cheers you up." He said in a rich honey-like deep voice.

In the cup was a freshly brewed batch of lavender green tea and on the plate was a slice of black cherry chiffon cake. You smiled sheepishly and thanked him shyly for the treats.

When you sipped the tea, all the stress over your cheating soon-to-be ex-husband washed away and you instantly relaxed. You then picked up your fork and took a piece of the cafe before eating it.

You were in heaven. You definitely needed this.

"Um... thank you." Your voice came out softer than usual and had a twinge of shyness to it. Yeosang smiled and beckoned for Wooyoung to come sit with you.

Wooyoung was extremely sexy, but not as sexy as the man sitting across from you.

"I hope you guys don't mind me coming in here at this ungodly hour. If you haven't heard, I'm... kind of going through a lot right now."

Wooyoung, who was usually loud as hell, softened his voice.

"It's no problem. Fridays are our slowest days and since Saturday is our day off, we usually stay in here until we decide to go home. You're welcome to stay as long as you like."

"Thank you. By the way, these are amazing."

"Thank you! I made the cake." Wooyoung proudly said with a smile.

"And I made the tea." Yeosang said. "Speaking of which, would you like to spill the tea on your oh-so shabby life?"

You found yourself smiling at that and Yeosang found his heart beating rapidly with excitement.

"Oof. Where do I start?"

From there, you spilled the tea on everything. From your recent tragic event to your life in general, you said it all. Yeosang and Wooyoung were sassy and savage and you found yourself giggling at their quick and witty responses. Finally, you felt yourself becoming sleepy and you yawned. Yeosang found the sound cute. Wooyoung cleared the dishes while Yeosang stood up and help you with your things.

"Would it be possible to walk you home? Not only do I enjoy your company but uh... the Namhae Strongman is still out there. You need to stay alive in order to sign those divorce papers and file that restraining order against that ex of yours."

You shivered at the thought of the killer coming after you. Even though you were angry at your ex, you wished him well enough to pray for his safety.

The Namhae Strongman is not someone you'd want to mess with.

"Of course, Yeosang. I live down the block from here so it'll be a short walk."

Yeosang grinned excitedly and your heart ached in adoration for the human personification of a Maltese. After Wooyoung locked up the shop, you three headed to your apartment. You talked some more and kept an eye out for any suspicious activity or sign of the killer. Finally, you reached your apartment.

"Thanks for the walk home. Oh and for the tea & cake as well. How much do I owe you by the way?"

"It's on the house."

"No no, Yeosang. It's ok. I seriously need to repay you-"

"Repay me by giving me your number. So you can send updates."

Wow. He was smooth.

You blushed lightly and nodded before exchanging numbers with him. After that, you bid him goodbye and entered your apartment. You sighed dreamily as you closed the door behind you and locked it. You set your keys on the counter and made your way to the kitchen, where your roommate was still awake.

"So... you got a new man now?" He teased you and smirked at your reaction.

"Shut up, Jongho!"

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A couple of days later, you found yourself in Doberman Cafe again. Insomnia was being a bitch to you so you woke up way earlier than Jongho. Sighing to yourself, you threw on a hoodie and walked to the coffee shop before looking for the one person you were majorly simping for.

He just so happened to be standing in front of you with a grin on his face.

"Good morning, lovely."

The pet name gave you butterflies.

Yeosang led you to your seat from Friday night and sat down across from you.

"What will it be today?"

"I'll get a caffe mocha with a soymilk substitute and if possible, a slice of that black cherry cake?"

"Ahh. Now with that cake, it only pairs with tea since it's sweet. Unless you have a giant sweet tooth, I'd recommend some of our breakfast sandwiches. Specifically, a roast beef sandwich with a fried egg all on ciabatta bread that's toasted to perfection."

"Ooh! In this case, I'll have that then. And maybe later, when I leave, can I get an iced americano to go?"

"Sure thing, lovely. It'll be $10 by the way. For your order and that iced americano."

You pulled out a $10 bill and gave it to Yeosang before seeing him walk away and do his magic. While you waited, you received a text from Jones.

Jones: Hey. I'd thought I'd stop by and give you the papers myself. Are you home?

You: No. I'm at the Doberman Cafe. I couldn't sleep anymore so I'd figure I'd stop by here and wake myself up.

Jones: Oh? Ok bet. I heard from my wife that the owner is handsome. Maybe I'll see for myself. ;)

You: And I oop - You: Don't go simping for the barista now, Jones. You're married and he's actually mine fyi

Jones: Can't a man appreciate another man's good looks?

You: Of course you can. Just don't go full on simp mode. XD

Jones: Like you? XD

You: Fuck you <3

Jones: Ew. No thanks <3

You: Hurry with the fuck ass papers, you dickhead.

Jones: Ok ok! XD

"Is that Jones?" Yeosang asked curiously. You would expect the Maltese to be jealous, but since he overheard your conversation two nights away, he wasn't too worried.

"Yeah. He's coming by here to drop off the divorce papers and the necessary documents to file a restraining order." You clarified to him. "I know I said that he'd fax them to me, but I didn't think he would get them that fast. Hence, why he's coming over to drop them off himself."

Yeosang nodded and set your coffee and meal down before sitting next to you. You thanked him and began to eat. You two made small talk and even introduced Yeosang to Jones when Jones came walking in to deliver the papers. Yeosang grabbed a pen and you happily retrieved it from him before signing the papers. After that, Jones put all of those papers away and bid you goodbye before buying a coffee from Yeosang and going home.

A weight lifted off your shoulders and you felt at ease. Yeosang was feeling the same way, especially since he found you attractive.

Little did he know that you felt the same way.

"Now that it has been done, want to turn this little encounter into a date?"

Yeosang was shocked by your boldness but he eventually nodded eagerly.

"I would love nothing more than that."

[alena-draws]

I watched Blue Eye Samurai!

Something different for a change..let's make a series review! I finally came around to watching this Netflix Show that caught my interest about a year ago. Short summary: a full 8.5/10! Read under the cut if you want the long (not spoiler free) version of my review:

So first, let me tell you what I loved:

The Soundtrack? 10/10. That thing is beautiful, atmospheric, fitting...just overall, I love it.

The Voice Cast! 10/10 I just really think they are really fitting for their characters! Especially love the bad guys' voices.

The Artwork holy cow. 10/10. This thing could be a movie piece with how much care and effort is put into each background. Character designs also top notch! The colours, wow.

Scene writing/Shot writing. 10/10. I think they are done marvellously. The composition of each scene, how it progresses, the narration, I got nothing to complain!

Which, now, brings me to the overall story of the show! It's not a bad story, not at all, but I still have two things that I personally would have liked differently:

One, I am a bit disappointed that there's a second season. Probably a strong personal reference but I would have preferred this story to be done in one season only. It feels like they are turning this story about revenge into a bigger epos of finding your identity, coming to terms with the past and finding a new reason to keep going. Which are all cool themes. But, I'm not all that interested in them with these characters. I would have much rather preferred they keep this short, either Mizu gets her revenge, breaks apart in the process, or fails...whatever, but a quick definite ending for this story. On top of that, I don't feel like Mizu is really in a different place at the end of the season compared to the beginning. Of course she has found friends, and when she went back to her master she cleared her head to NOT be the demon everyone sees her at. But at the end, we're still on our way to England, for her to get her revenge. I'm sure they will make a good story out of it nonetheless- but with all the amazing skills in this project, they had the potential to make a great story out of it! Something shorter but with much more impact!

Which brings me to point 2: The story itself. Because it's a good story- but it's not a story that makes me go „Woaah ooof“ The writing of the scenes I think is really high level, but when it comes to the overall story, there's nothing that really takes me by surprise? For example: Mizu being a woman, and making her own sword out of the meteorite. Her childhood antagonist reappearing, they start off as antagonists but with some witty bickering they become somewhat friends, only to promise the potential to become even more in season 2. Of course they are back at the swordsmith's place before the final battle so that Mizu can find clarity of mind there. And Akemi, the girl that never should have been allowed to chose her own path stands atop the ruins of a country, where she might be one of the leading figures in s2. I like that there's a lot of character developmet with most characters, and that the circumstances are drastically different at the end of s1- but in a way, it feels a bit cliché to me.

My biggest fear is that everything that has been teasered, like the romance between Mizu and Taigen, Akemi's path to power, Mizu's return to the master to make her own sword- and everything that I can imagine Mizu might encounter in the new land with all the conflicting feelings that facing her ancestry will bring her- my fear is, that this might all come to be, in some way. I want to be surprised, and I want sudden unexpected elements to enter the story and change the relatively clear path that the characters are on! And going by season1, I'm not entirely sure I might get that. Well, that all sounds a bit more negative that it should probably. It's a great show! I'm just sulking a bit because..well, they could have closed everything off in one epic season with an epic showdown and BOY would I have loved to see a story about revenge where the main character completely breaks apart after accomplishing their goal. Anyway, I'm still excited for s2, and I dearly hope that everything I said and predicted here will be proven wrong!

[peggingeddiediaz]

Eddie Diaz forgetting to log out of his work twitter account part 129/?

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

you want a new kind of guy, fine, i raise you: the lady i was briefly roommates with in college who once smoked a blunt at a party and then spent an hour confessing earnestly to me that she genuinely preferred reading detailed episode recaps over actually watching the tv show in question

[witherbythesword]

if the theory of sam reich being replaced by .. evil wizard dalton reich (and i cant believe i am partaking in this discurse) is true..

i've seen some people asking the question about what those childhood tapes mean. Well i am one of the ancient ones that owned vhs tapes and you know you could replace whats stored on those tapes with overwriting it with new material but it would slowly degrade the quality as the magnetic tape the information is stored on isn't necessarly made to be re-recorded on indefinetly which would also explain the degrading quality of the gamechanger episode.

So my theory is that dalton reich wants to erase sam from history and to do this he is slowly erasing any proof that could hint on sam and dalton being two different people. One thing he appearantly needed to do is overwrite these old vhs tapes of sams childhood.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Oh my gosh.

Thank you so much for- for meeting up with me.

Really- I'm really looking forward to- to this evening. I haven't been able to get out a lot lately.

Been, well hah you know how it is. So busy.

Yeah... But you know it's just nice to spend time with people um, and go out and do stuff, ya know?

I mean there's a whole city here, but works been kinda tight um, so I don't- so I don't have a lot of money. So you can buy tonight, right?

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Audio Source

[mishy-mashy]

*COUGH*

The Resistance has PTSD of AFO using Cynthia's piano theme

*COUGH*

[starswallowingsea]

yeah man plague us with the thing you made

glad you asked!