#j-hope comedy

[mooni]

murder drones you absolute flaming trainwreck of a series i fucking love you sm <33

[funnywormz]

i got lost in the hopes that you'd find me

[gameofthunder66]

Succession (2018-2023) tv series

-(finished) watchin' Season 3- 4/4/2024- 4 [1/2] stars- on Max

[alexisbetter36]

I’m INSANE about the proton stream FREEZING midair in the new trailer, the Slimer bit with Trevor, THE FROZEN PEOPLE AND THE GUYS HAND FREEZING TOUCHING THAT ORB!!! ALSO PETER’S ORANGE JACKET!! IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

[annietae]

GEURIMJA: Whispers in the shadows KTH FF (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/369195722-geurimja-whispers-in-the-shadows-kth-ff?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=AnyaDASh " Do you want to see my butterflies, Miss Anya?" asked Taehyung while leaning towards me with a smirk and his eyes showing a glint of playfulness. " Ewww, no. I don't like butterflies." I spoke out of utter disgust. " Why sweetheart? they are cute and colorful," he asked confused, while I was blushing to hear the new nickname that he chose to call me. " Because they are the evolved form of Disgusting caterpillars," I explained to him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ By day, Kim Taehyung is a dedicated doctor; by night, he's a ghostbuster with shamanic powers inherited from his grandfather. When the wealthy Min family's mansion becomes haunted, Taehyung and dives into a chilling mystery. As they unravel dark secrets of betrayal and vengeance, Taehyung's growing affection for the innocent and sweet Anya, the youngest daughter of the Min Family, complicates their mission. Shadows of the past whisper in the night, and not all spirits rest easy... Cover By- Pinterest DO NOT COPY OR REPOST.

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my ID- Anyadash

link for story - https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/369195722-geurimja-whispers-in-the-shadows-kth-ff

[gentleoverdrive]

[6/300] The path of a cloudy sky.

OK I watched the first two episodes of the Velma show with my wife and...

... it was mediocre? Make no mistake, there's nothing wrong with using a legacy series/formula while taking it for a spin as you go into uncharted waters with it. This is not that so far. The first two episodes basically felt so boilerplate and lacking in any pizzazz whatsoever that it just made me think everyone was on autopilot while writing this. ---- Which I know for a fact it's not true! Most writers' rooms go through insane amounts of re-writes for a single episode before a final script is ready to be taken into actual production, especially for cartoon shows! And let's not even get into the post-production process! ---- And you can absolutely tell, because some of the timing for dialogue and such seem properly punched-up and provided with some good flow! It's just that the actual contents is just not netting actual results. As some stand-up comedian has said: "The topic might seem weird but some of these jokes are strong structurally speaking!" ---- Which again, kind of a shame because Glenn Howerton and Constance Wu do have some genuine moments when I found myself chuckling somewhat and hell, even Mindy Kaling as Velma felt like she was genuinely trying... but the final result just feels so lacking. I want to give the show another shot, and I heard episodes 3 and 4 are coming out next week as a pair as well, so here's hoping the going gets good sooner rather than later. Read ya' later, alligator!

[gameofthunder66]

-(finished) watchin' Series (4 seasons)- 6/14/2024- 4 [3/4] stars- on Max

97% Rotten Tomatoes

SHIV ROY AND TOM WAMBSGANS | SUCCESSION 3x08

[angeltannis]

BG3 so big it manages to have the entirety of Dante’s Inferno (EA, 2009) localized within a single side mission

[mychemikuromance]

. . .

[tojipie]

Omg please please please write another fic about needy cry baby gf and Toji 😫🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

thinking abt him not realizing when he’s being mean because he grew up in a house full of boys where insults were a form of affection :( we’ve all got a little bit of crybaby reader in us me finks

content: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

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a sea of limbs dance and weave around the court with intricacies you won’t even pretend to understand, leaving you more confused with each passing minute.

you remind yourself that you’re here for toji, wanting to spend more time with him regardless of whether you were into the activity.

toji liked it, so you liked it. at least before the game got confusing.

“that was two points, right?” you ask him, trying to make sense of the shot a player had just made.

toji pauses, holding the chilled end of his beer can to the back of his neck.

“three, baby.” he corrects, kicking his work boots off. the older man relaxes into the soft embrace of the couch with a groan, propping his feet up on the ottoman.

“right… right.” you realize, listening as the announcer gives a rundown of what just happened. you look over and gauge his expression, searching for any acknowledgment of what you’d just said.

“sorry, not really a basketball fan.” you joke, hoping to alleviate the awkward air.

“not that smart either, huh?” toji chuckles, taking a sip of his beer.

your stomach drops at the comment. blood rushes to your ears as humiliation takes over, eyes welling up with hot tears.

you knew he was 100% joking. that’s just how toji was around the people he loved.

you were being too sensitive, right?

the two of you had discussed instances like this before, the older man explaining that that was truly just how he spoke to people.

he never meant to upset you, in fact he’d rather hang than ever hurt you on purpose. his words, not yours.

toji has promised you he was working on it, trying to choose his words more carefully around you.

that’s all it was, you tell yourself. a simple slip of the tongue.

or was he truly mad at you this time?

nope. just a joke. you tell yourself, fiddling with a loose thread in your sleeve to distract from the lump in your throat. you try to inhale around the blockage, accidentally releasing a sob that alerts toji right away.

“hey.” he mumbles, setting his drink down to look at you. calloused hands cradle your face as the older man takes a close look at you.

you pull away, trying to compose yourself. just a joke! you remind yourself.

a joke, not serious. just. a. joke.

“nonono, hey it’s okay.” he whispers, eyes blowing wide as he realizes the gravity of the situation.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, i’m sorry.” he pleads, muting the tv to focus on you.

“m’ not stupid.” you whimper, wiping each eye with the back of your hand.

“course not pretty girl.” he whispers, rubbing your back in soft circles. ���i’m sorry, you know that’s j—“

“just how you talk.” you mumble, not sure if his explanation actually made it ok.

“but.” he starts, pulling you into his lap with a grunt.

“that’s not an excuse, right?” he asks you, clearly remorseful.

“need to watch my mouth around my girl, huh?” he chuckles, still rubbing small circles up and down your back.

“it’s ok.” you conclude, resting your head on his shoulder as he presses soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead.

“hate making you upset.” he tells you firmly, nuzzling into the crown of your head.

“you wanna watch something else?” he asks, placing the remote in your hand. “movie, youtube?”

you crawl out of the older man’s lap and onto the couch, pulling up prime to scan the comedy section.

“i fucking hate basketball.” you giggle, the man beside you breaking out in full blown laughter as you press play on the remote.

[mad-hunts]

like the tide, or perhaps like a capricious god as her fury did almost seem to measure up to one, matilda's mood always seemed to always be changing. and this was another way in which she was comparable to her father. one moment, she could appear to be the wretchedest of all of the mathis' children, and then the next... matilda was doing things like offering a metaphorical olive branch towards someone whom she didn't seem to care a lick about earlier that day. but this was not something that matilda thought to be exclusive to certain people. in her mind, everyone was like this, so most of the time she just thought it was a part of the very human condition to be temperamental.

but even with saying that, there was still one thing that matilda couldn't explain away with a debatably warped belief of who people are, and that was her propensity for being violent. so, if she were to somehow learn that jervis was suspicious of the water she'd given him, then matilda couldn't say she would blame the other. the very blade of her butterfly sword was usually doused in a poison made to paralyze her victims before they died. but even matilda upheld herself to certain 'standards' and one of those was not taking cheap shots at people; thus poisoning someone's food or drink? it was not something matilda would usually do, as that took all of the 'fun' out of fighting for her.

she really hadn't been doing much fighting at all lately however. a sigh slipped through her lips while she turned over her father's hand after inserting an iv into him, only to look at his palm. the execution of the guard he'd killed seemed to have not only left him with a slight emotional souvenir of guilt, but multiple physical ones as well. that skin was rubbed completely raw from trying to keep ahold of the chain barton strangled the man with and was even peeling in some spots. matilda made a mental note to patch that up for him, too, soon. she tended to try to intelluctualize her emotions rather than always hold them inside or bear them out for everyone to see... so, maybe that's why jervis looked at her now as if she were as calm as a glassy lake.

still, even if matilda wasn't quite as okay as she portrayed herself to be on the outside, she thought there was no use in looking at her (metaphorical) wounds forever. which led her to decide to bring up the sort of ridiculousness that was the news that day. looking back on it, matilda was surprised some of the clips that had been shown in there had made it to the final cut. there were some parts in the interviews they conducted that even made the broadcaster seem to want to laugh. the beginnings of matilda's teeth began to peek through her lips when jervis had asked her what they said, as that meant she could show him just exactly how much of a dumpster fire it was. a funny one but still a fire regardless.

pulling out her phone, matilda then crossed the room once more to settle near jervis, but just enough so that she could easily give him her phone when it was time. ❝ honestly, i think it'd be better if i showed you. i had taken a video of it originally to show my dad it. but since he's down for the count right now, i guess watching it again with you will just have to do. ❞ matilda didn't say that at all in a bitter way — quite the opposite, actually — as she took another swig out of her own water and slid the phone over to him. the cover of the video was about what you'd expect from someone who seemed to had rushed to record the broadcast. and by that, i mean it was just the slightest bit blurry.

matilda clicked the 'play' button on the video and turned her attention to her phone screen. they seemed to be in what your normal newsroom would look like at the beginning, with the main broadcaster being a woman with red hair done up as she addressed the audience, ❝ hello, and welcome back to the news-vault at two o'clock with your host, piper lochiel. today, we've received some shocking news that there has been two men found dead at the scene inside what looked to be a prisoner transport van. this van was heading to the highly controversial institute for the criminally insane, known as arkham asylum. and the police have said the main suspects are to not be approached in public if seen because they're considered to be very dangerous. ❞

yup, it seemed like barton was right about them calling the both of them something along the lines of 'dangerous.' two mugshots, one of barton who's hair was even wilder than usual and who looked like he'd just stumbled out of a luau party intoxicated, as well as one of jervis glaring at the camera almost judgmentally with an exaggerated frown and a big black eye (seriously, why did they always have to use the worst pictures of everyone on the news?) then showed up in the corner of the screen. matilda had to cough to prevent herself from laughing at the terrible choices of pictures they'd used in her opinion.

and it was just getting started, unfortunately. the video did look to be quite lengthy... though, she did plan on skipping through some of the more 'boring' parts.

Jervis watched Matilda approach his corner with a wary eye, every step measured, bracing himself for the unknown. His grip tightened around the pin he held. When she placed the bottle of water near him, it was a jolt—an unexpected gesture that caught him off guard, especially given her sudden apology.

Her words stirred something in him—a mix of emotions he hadn't anticipated. The beg-pardon, simple as it was, evoked a strange, reluctant sense of gratitude. Even though Matilda had already turned her attention back to Barton, leaving him alone with the water, Jervis found himself staring at the bottle, contemplating whether to trust this small token of peace. It reminded him very much of how he had hesitated over Barton’s falooda, not so long ago.

As he observed Matilda’s practiced care for her father, Jervis took a cautious sip from the bottle. The cool liquid eased his dry throat, and he couldn’t help but reflect on the tenuousness of their situation. Her actions, calm and competent, underscored his own vulnerability and the fragile balance they were all trying to maintain.

Then, Matilda’s voice cut through the thickening atmosphere with a teasing lilt, disrupting the tension that had built up like a stone tossed into a pond. The offer to share what the news had said about them introduced an unexpected levity into the room. Her mischievous smile was disarming, making Jervis almost forget the tense moments that had passed between them.

He considered her words for a moment before responding, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "What did those red top fuckers say this time?" he asked, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth despite himself. "I suppose I could use a good laugh."

Despite his many fears and grievances and the precariousness of their situation, Matilda's effort to bridge the gap with humor wasn't lost on him; it was a small step, certainly, but it made him feel a bit less like a monster lurking in the corner and more like a person.

[enluv]

boyfriend texts – ft. enhypen

pairings: OT7 enhypen x (mostly) gn&fem!reader

genre(s): mostly fluff like 99% of this is, comfort/comedy, established relationships, enha love their partners and it makes me wanna scream at how cute they are with them !!

warnings: maybe cursing/dark humor, possibly angst if you squint hard enough at some of them?

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[hugs2doie]

jaehyun clingy texts pleek also I LOVE UR WORK SM OMGG!! live laugh nini!

clingy/downbad texts — j. jaehyun

pairing. gn!reader x bf!jaehyun

genre. fluff, comedy

warnings. none :3

nini’s note. THANK U SO MUCH BABY!!! i hope u like this !!! 💗 also guys turn on the light mode for the banner below and the theme overall to look prettier :3

[gameofthunder66]

Successsion (2018-2023) tv series

-(started) watchin' Season 4- 4/11/2024- on Max

[arminsumi]

can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well &lt;3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

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Propaganda

Ginger Rogers (Swing Time, Top Hat)—Look I’ll level with you, I’ve never seen her in a musical and I know that she’s an amazing dancer and she’ll be even hotter when I finally watch Top Hat but I’m not submitting her as a dancer I’m submitting her as an ACTRESS. Her comic timing is impeccable!!!!! She’s full to bursting with life and in every role she seems to be having FUN, you can practically feel the twinkle in her eye. With her natural warmth it’s like she’s letting you in on the joke, y’all get to have this fun together! Making me laugh is hot!!! [If you'd like to see Ginger dance, videos below the cut]

Dorothy Lamour (The Jungle Princess, Road to… movies)—Ok, to be honest, I get if no one wants to vote for her--she's kind of like my ~problematic fave~ because she started in the Road (Singapore, Bali, Hong Kong, etc) movies with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, which are full of all sorts of exoticism tropes and usually have her playing very side-eye type roles..island princesses and things...yeah. also she banged J. Edgar Hoover. not very hot. but your honor i still think she's pretty despite all that she's pretty please look at her and tell me she's prettyyy

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[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Dorothy Lamour propaganda:

She started in jungle and South Seas movies and became famous in the Road series. She learned quickly to improvise when facing Bob and Bing. Road to Bali almost has her character marrying both of theirs, since she's island royalty and nobody had a problem with it - a nearly poly relationship, an epiphany for a viewer who didn't even know that that could happen! She was a popular pinup girl during World War 2, and was the first singer for the popular standard "It Could Happen to You". She sang often in her movies and has a lovely voice!

Ginger Rogers propaganda:

She needs no introduction! An undeniable powerhouse on the dancefloor, and no less talented an actress. I once watched a compilation of cinema's greatest dance scenes and one of her and Fred Astaire's dances was featured, and one of the talking heads said he pitied her for 'having to keep up with him' - or something to that effect. Bullshit, I cry. Ginger Rogers was his absolute equal, and underplaying her incredible skill is downright criminal. I want the 'Cheek to Cheek' sequence from Top Hat to be permanently burned into my memory.

"Backwards in high heels", as the saying goes (though the pedant in me must point out that she in fact spent her fair share of time leading or dancing side-by-side). One of the earliest twinkle-toed ladies of the silver screen, and in terms of acting/persona, her balance of wide-eyed cuteness and movie-star glamour has never quite been replicated.

we all know her beloved string of musicals with fred but ginger also has an extensive and varied non-fred filmography that she's great in! a few ginger moments that are important 2 me personally ginger singing “we’re in the money” in gold diggers of 1933, complete with a verse in pig latin bc this whole movie is kinda mocking the concept of anyone actually being in the money in 1933; ginger and una merkel singing a verse of “shuffle off to buffalo” in 42nd street, providing some statler & waldorf-esque commentary on newlyweds from the upper berth of a railway car (interesting that belly was apparently a risque word in 1933 - maybe its bc the lyric is innuendo-ing about out of wedlock pregnancies - and that panties was a term for men’s underthings!); a favorite fred & ginger number

Ginger Rogers could do everything! She could sing, dance and act. She was hilarious in comedies, moving in dramatic roles (she won an Oscar for Kitty Foyle in 1940) and absolutely gorgeous!

Listen, no shade to Fred Astaire at all, but she both kept up with him step for step and then later went on to WIN AN OSCAR FOR ACTING. (which he did not.) truly a double threat!!!

One of the best dancers in Hollywood! Her work with Fred Astaire is just incredible.

ONE LINE: "Everything Fred did, Ginger did backwards and in heels" AND THEYRE RIGHT! Rogers was a total dance badass, and a lot of movie buffs know the story, but the Never Gonna Dance number from Swing Time took almost 50 takes, and allegedly by the end of filming it her white shoes had been stained pink because her feet were bleeding. As a note, she looks crazy gorgeous in this number. Watching these two dance is insane. They match up to each other in a way my mom describes as "divine" and she's right. DANCE NUMBERS!

Let's Call The Whole Thing Off (Shall We Dance, 1937, dancing starts at 3:14, they're in ROLLERSKATES)

(Ginger Rogers is the hottest woman ever to live in this number. seeing this as a teenager altered my brain chemistry)

(also watch her feet and how she moves opposite Astaire in this one. We all know our boy Freddie had that precision demon but jesus christ Miss Rogers, let a girl live!)

Pick Yourself Up, Swing Time 1936 (Everyone's seen this one but by god you are going to see it AGAIN!)

Shall We Dance, 1937 (duet begins at 2:34)

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, Roberta 1935 (There's just something about Ginger Rogers in a slick black dress man)

The Continental, The Gay Divorcee 1934 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cjv6nmF7wdk God she's MAGIC in this one.

Gay Divorcee's Ending Montage 1934The infamous table and chairs spin happens at about 0:49. Pay CLOSE attention to her in this bc it looks like witchcraft and I feel lightheaded whenever I watch this movie bc shes THAT awesome.

She is a miracle to watch. Sorry for the sheer amount of clips. My entire family is like madly in love with Ginger Rogers.