#the movie is rated R because of how ugly he is

[afterartist]

I love all versions of Godzilla and there definitely isn’t any version I hate

[dadsbongos]

boogie nights

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - reader has a vagene, p in v sex, coke can cock yuuta!!, pussydrunk yuuta also, yeah all i took from boogie nights was the big dick word count - 874 / rating - R

Yuuta is a purebred sucker. One of the hardest things in his life, now that he’s a special-grade sorcerer, is saying no. Especially to people like you, who bat their lashes and jut out their lips and really sell the apparent hopelessness you have without his help. So when his sweetest colleague, you, clings to his arm and begs him for training help, he can’t just refuse.

Not even when his friends grumble about how easy he is. Because yeah, maybe he is easy.

That’s why he gets hard so fast even though you’re meant to be sparring. And in hindsight, he should’ve thought it was odd that you made him go to your apartment instead of the grounds of jujutsu tech.

“I mean, it’s kind of endurance training, no?”

“Definitely not…” but despite his words and the fact this was obviously not what he signed up for, Yuuta is still carefully feeding the head of his cock into you, “Tell me if it starts hurting.”

“I can take it, Yuu,” you reach out and place a hand over one of his holding your thighs open, “I’m real strong, promise!”

“Thought you said you were weak earlier…” he hums to himself, pushing his hips forward and letting out a whiny breath as your wet cunt soaks his cock, “‘s why you needed me.”

You shake your head, hips squirming lower as if to force Yuuta inside you, “Need you for other reasons.”

“Sex?”

“And what comes after.”

Yuuta feels the heat build-up from his stomach, it scorches over his chest and rises all the way to his cheeks.

You hiss when he tries worming his hips even closer to yours and Yuuta feels his heart clench.

“I told you,” he huffs, “‘m too big for you. You’re all…”

You pout up at him, “All what?”

He shakes his head stiffly, refusing to answer.

You’re just such a princess. Demanding the most but entirely unable to handle it.

“Yuu,” you whine, bucking your hips up and squeaking at the resulting stretch.

“Let me do it, pretty girl,” Yuuta slicks his thumb with the juices you ooze around his tip before swiping it over your clit in circles, “You just lay back and relax, okay? Won’t fit if you’re not relaxed.”

Your hips keep popping up, though. Like a fitful rabbit, your skittish hops refuse to die down, making Yuuta slink more of himself inside you before pressing down on your tummy. His strong grip pins you to the bed and his eyes burn down at where the both of you connect. Your pussy is stretching wide to accommodate his girth and the sight makes his whole chest cinch. Now he’s the one needing to strap himself down, just so he doesn’t force the rest of his cock into you.

Little more than half remains and any uncertainty creeping up his neck is clouded by the sound of your tender moans and squish of your cunt when he thrusts forward.

Your thighs twitch and pitch up, knees clacking against his sides, as he slides further inside you. You whine lowly in your throat, lips strung in a pout. And maybe it’s a little mean, but Yuuta leans down to kiss you - hips flushing against yours with the movement. He can feel your moans vibrate against his lips, the sound floods his ears, and the scent of your perfume swarms him. You, you, you - he feels trapped.

He doesn’t want to escape.

The softness of your flesh melds perfectly against his palms - calloused and uglied by his years as a sorcerer. You don’t seem to mind.

He thinks he loves that. He thinks he loves you.

Your legs lock around Yuuta’s slim waist, hands scrambling into the sleeves of his uniform. Yuuta’s flushed red cock is stuffed inside you and in a foolish overestimation of your own skill, you were certain you’d be able to take him. And you were right!

But the drool already beginning to collect at the corner of your raw lips hints otherwise, as do your fluttering lashes and rolling eyes. You can take him, but you’re practically useless - limp and hanging as Yuuta works his cock in and out of your cunt.

His sweet eyes drift from where you leak over his dick to his thumb swishing wetly on your clit to your fucked out face. The sweet boy kisses you again, moving his lips from yours to your cheek to your neck before he nestles there. Panting hotly into your skin as he fucks you.

Sweat clings along the back of your neck, pools against the sheets below your back, dots your forehead. Yuuta’s cock is slick with your juices and each thrust is easier on your stretched hole than the last; his cock pops against the spot in your tummy that sends stars shooting over your vision.

And despite the heat and the sweat, you squeeze his hips even closer to yours and your nails dig into his arms, voice needy and crackly as you call out, “More! Right there, Yuu!”

Because, in a way, you hadn’t lied when you said you wanted to work out with Yuuta.

This was just very different from what he thought his purpose was.

[astroboots]

You are such an incredible writer and I love your Homecoming series!

When do you think Boa discovered that her feelings for Santiago weren't just friendly?

Stuck with You

Summary: It's the night before Santiago leaves for deployment.

Pairing: Santiago x female reader (you)

Content: fluff, angst. Young Santiago with his luscious curls who should come with his own warnings really.

Wordcount: 2,900

Homesick Masterlist | Homecoming Universe | Astroboot’s Masterlist

If you're being honest with yourself, you've always loved Santiago. How can you not? After all, he makes it very hard not to. 

There are many things you love about him. That gap between his teeth that he's had since you were kids. The crinkles around his eyes when he smiles that started coming in after he returned from his first deployment. Those ridiculously luscious black curls that are finally starting to grow back from his ugly buzz cut now that he's home again. 

Been home just about shy of five months, and somehow it's already time for him to go again. Five months that went by far too quickly. 

Whenever Santiago is back it's almost like he never left town. You'll come home to him having let himself in with the spare key. He'll be bumming on your shitty IKEA futon. Eating up all the doughy cookie parts of your Ben & Jerry's you have stacked in the freezer (leaving plain vanilla ice-cream in the bottom like a savage). Reading your books that he always puts back in the wrong order on the shelf. 

He'll sit there, book in his lap, like he belongs there, slotting in so easily into your life it seems seamless. Making this shitty little apartment feel a little bit less shitty, a little bit less lonely, and just that much more like the home you actually want to return to. 

Santiago has that magic skill when he's here.

It's been that way since you were kids. When you lived down the road from him. Your mom would be working late hours between three jobs, leaving you by yourself, and he'd sneak over to yours with R-rated movies he wasn't allowed to watch. 

No matter the time, or the location, when Santiago is here, he fills up the space with his presence. He's always made your empty home feel less lonely. It's one of the many things you love about him. 

And when he's gone. When he leaves, he takes that with him. 

It's why the weeks and days leading up to his deployments always leaves you with a gnawing dread in the pit of your stomach And tonight? The last night before he leaves is always the worst. 

The knowledge that after he goes, you'll come back to an empty futon, an empty apartment, an empty home, and you're right back to being a latchkey kid with no one to come home to. 

Still you don't want to put a damper on his night. A night amongst a group of old friends, meant to be a last hurrah to send him off again. So you suck it up, you get dressed, put on makeup and you practice your strained smile in the mirror until it's not so strained anymore. 

You're just about to call for a cab when you get a text in the group chat. 

Santiago

Sorry guys, got a killer migraine and not quite up for it tonight. I'll catch up with everyone next time I'm in town. 

You stare at that message for a long time. You don't know how long you stare at it, or how many times you reread it, hoping that the text will change if you keep reading it, before you snap yourself out of it and get out of the dress and wash off the makeup. 

You hate the send offs, but you hate the idea that you're not going to see him on his final night even more. Want to clasp onto the last few hours, like the countdown of New Year's eve right before the ball drops, even if it kills you inside. 

There's no use moping about it. What are you supposed to do anyhow? Call Santiago and cry about the spilled milk? Guilt him into coming anyhow, migraine and all? 

He probably would, if you asked him. You know that. 

Because you're his oldest friend and he'd do just about anything for you that you asked him to. Except the one thing you want more than anything. Stay. 

No, the best thing to do is to cut your losses, settle in for a night of Korean dramas and finish off the Ben & Jerry's Santiago's left in your freezer. Distract yourself, so you don't think about whether he'll call you in the morning before he leaves so you can at least say bye. 

You throw your crumpled up dress into the laundry basket, about to put on sweats and a baggy t-shirt when your eyes linger. Santiago's left his army sweatshirt here. 

Rough and scratchy, it's the most depressing washed out gray you've seen. You're surprised he didn't throw it in the trash considering how much he keeps bitching about it. It's probably going to give you the same rashes Santiago gets if you wear it. So you don't know what possesses you and makes you take it out of the basket and put it on. The material itches like there are bugs crawling around your skin the moment you do. 

You glance at yourself in the bathroom mirror and almost burst out into a laugh.

What a hideous shirt. 

Shaking your head, your hand is already at the hem ready to drag it off and about to release your poor skin from the eczema trap when the scratch of keys at your front door pulls your attention. 

The noise stops your heart and has you leaping to the living room just in time for the door to open and Santiago's wild curls pop up like a whack-a-mole. 

He barges in pizza boxes first, beer crate second as he haphazardly kicks the door close, without any signs of the "so called migraine" he'd texted your friends about, eyes alert and grinning from cheek to cheek. 

"Got us two meat lover's special and your crazy peanut, banana curry pizza," he says as he strides into your kitchen space and sets down the three boxes of pizza along with an overly full grocery bag filled with cookies and snacks.

"You better appreciate this, people standing behind me in line looked at me like I was fucking crazy. You know you're the only one that orders this abomination? Pretty sure you're the only reason they still have it on the menu." 

"What are you doing here? Didn't you have a migraine?" you accuse and Santiago doesn't miss a beat, not even looking up as he unpacks the last of the grocery bag. 

"Is that my sweatshirt you're wearing?" 

It shuts you up quick. You don't say anything more about his miraculously gone migraine and he doesn't push about you wearing his clothes. Instead he reaches into the bag and pulls out a DVD cover depicting a sickle sticking up from the soil with dripping blood in the title: Children of the Corn. 

"What do you say, just like old times." Santiago smiles, and when have you ever said no to Santiago? 

So you roll out your shitty futon bed. Surrounded by a buffet spread of snacks: Doritos, popcorn, Reese's and spilled beer that will never wash out of your sheets. The movie flickers in the background, but neither of you really pay it any attention beyond the opening. 

You're too busy laughing at Santiago's stupid jokes. Too busy imagining the fury in his sister's face, as he tells you about how he used Martina's curling iron to straighten out wrinkles on his shirt and nearly got himself killed. 

Too busy cramming your face full of popcorn and loading up on greasy pizza into the early hours in the morning as you're talking about everything and nothing. The bottle of beers long polished, but neither of you inebriated enough to account for the way you're both slurring. You're both half-asleep. You just don't want to miss a beat of a second with him until he has to go. So when a traitorous yawn breaks out and Santiago asks if you need to sleep, you lie. 

"Not sleepy, just tipsy."

"What about you? Don't you need sleep?" 

He smiles, and you can't help but smile back at him. At the way his eyes are half lidded, and the messy thick curl that's spilled onto his forehead lingers. 

He shakes his head gently at your question. "I can sleep on the plane." 

There's a small pang of pain piercing somewhere deep in your ribs. Like someone stuck a thumbtack in there and you can't reach in and pull it out. 

Your smile wants to drop, but you fight it, because you don't want to make a scene. Don't want to make it harder for you both than it already is. You just need to smile and get through it. 

Not that it works, Santiago can see through your crap in two seconds flat. His own smile drops, the drowsy expression in his face much too sober all of a sudden. 

"What you wanna do when I get back?" he asks, switching the subject.   

Back. Cause he will be back, is what he's telling you without drawing attention to the fact that you're near tears. 

Eight months from now, you remind yourself and you try to compile a list of all the things you can look forward to doing together. 

But you can't think of anything, mind drawing blank. 

"The new Kill Bill will be out," Santiago suggests, filling in the space of your silence. "We'll go together. You're also going to have to come as my plus one for my cousin Diego's wedding in September. Otherwise my mom is going to try to set me up with some "nice" girl again," he moans drawing quotation marks around the word, nice, like it's a curse. 

"Need you to intercept my mom's nagging. Don't want her to go on about grandkids again. I'm barely the legal age to buy a beer, I don't understand why she's talking about grandkids like my sperm is running against an expiry date. It's not a carton of milk." 

You snort with laughter and nearly choke on your spit, and when you turn to look at him, Santiago looks way too pleased with himself at making you laugh. 

"It's because she's worried you're going to knock up some rando you meet at a bar one of these days, and then you'll be stuck with them for life."

Santiago just grins, "nah, the only woman I'm stuck with is you." 

He doesn't mean it romantically. You know that. But still you can't help the wide smile pulling at the corners of your mouth or stop the warmth that blooms in your chest at his words. 

Can't stop staring like a pathetic loon at his face when Santiago's eyes tilt up towards the ceiling, before his eyes flashes in that way it does when he thinks he has a brilliant idea. 

He snaps his fingers, abruptly and much too loud for this time of the night and nearly jumps off your futon in his excitement. 

"That's what I should do to shut my mom up! Just marry you! It'll be great — won't have to listen to her nag. She won't try to set me up with any more "nice" catholic girls from church." 

You don't know what comes over you. You know better. Should have stopped Santiago, thrown a pillow in his face and told him to shut up before he got himself too excited.

But you don't, because when you see the animated expression on his face, the way his eyes are wide open, eyebrows shot up with a big open-toothed smile, describing your hypothetical future together, your stomach flutters. Your cheeks warm when he tells you how your kids would have his amazing hair and your "angry looking eyes", and he'd sing your kids Metallica songs as their lullabies and you can teach them why Hemingway is a really shitty and overrated writer. 

He looks at you, waiting for you to laugh at each one of his fantastical details, as if he was doing a bit in a standup comedy. Like this is all a joke and terribly funny. Because Santiago is telling it like a joke, but you can almost see it in front of you. 

Two kids, close in age so they’ll always have each other and never have to feel alone the way you did growing up. A dog, a big one, and a fluffy one at that, that will shed and leave fur everywhere and Santiago will bitch about how it keeps getting into all his clothes. A house, not a gaudy McMansion house. It doesn't even have to be big or special, just a home. Filled with people that are waiting for you, instead of another empty apartment and a note on the refrigerator letting you know there's frozen pizza you can heat up for dinner. 

"We'll name our first after my mom. She will never be able to complain about anything about me again," Santiago jokes. 

And that's the problem with all of this. Everything he's describing. This hypothetical future that's your dream. It's Santiago's worst nightmare -- a horrible, disfigured joke. 

A house and a family that he is beholden to, and would never be allowed to leave out of a sense of duty— you might as well lock him up in chains and throw away the keys.

You've known it since the first day they met. Santiago has adventure and ambition thrumming underneath the veins of his flesh. Can barely stand still for more than five minutes in one spot before his whole body vibrates with impatience. His feet itches to take a leap and dive headfirst into adventure and the unknown.

You know all of this because you know Santiago, maybe better than anyone. So you don't know why you would open your mouth to ask him, the one question you never ask anymore. 

"Would you stay?" 

His mouth works, eyes still glinting with something warm and adoring, as if his first instinct is to say yes— and then you can see it, the moment that his brain catches up with your question and he realizes what you're asking him. 

Can practically hear the needle drop and pierces through the happy bubble. Can see the second that the laughter and mirth in Santiago's eyes dim. His words catch in his throat as he stares at you until he has to look away.

Because you know… no matter how much you mean to him. Hell, even if he wanted to, he would never be able to. He would never stay. 

Not for you, not for anyone. 

When words find him again, Santiago sounds flustered and apologetic, fingers running through his disarrayed curls in that way he does when he knows he's fucked up. 

“Yeah, no, I’m drunk. Sorry, just ignore me.”

An awkward silence that is so unlike any space the two of you find yourselves in, fills your tiny apartment. You can feel the weight of it sitting on your chest like lead. 

The only thing you can hear is the gears in Santiago's brain turning, as he's trying to find the words to make this right and fix it. 

Even in the dark you see the way his mouth opens and closes, two seconds away from apologizing, "Boa, I—"

Except, he has nothing to apologize for, you're just being selfish. You want a life that this man is incapable of giving. Something that you've always known and he's never tried to trick you otherwise.

You roll to your side until you're facing him, putting on your best attempt at a smile that you've practiced all day in the mirror. Then you give him a playful pat on his cheek to let him know that you're just fucking with him. 

"I know what you meant idiot. Go to sleep, you have a flight tomorrow".

Santiago's eyes are still homed in on yours. Wide and sorry, brimming with guilt. You can tell that he's trying to decide whether to untangle the tangled knot that he's accidentally stuck his foot into or just let it go. Trapped in the indecision of this moment. 

So you makes the decision for him. "Sleep, or there's no fucking way I'll be able to drive you the airport tomorrow." 

There's a hesitant nod, accompanied by a quiet murmur of an "ok", against the flickering light from the TV Screen. 

You reach behind you for the remote to turn it off and the whole room is swallowed by the pitched darkness. 

It's better this way. 

This way you won't be able to see him or what expression he's making. 

Except, that doesn't happen. Even in the dark you can see him. It doesn't matter that your eyes are tightly shut, cause you've known this man so long, for so many years, that you've committed every inch of his face to memory.

Know him so well that you know that his eyebrows are knitted into a worried pinch of  a frown. Lips pressed together into a thin line as he stares into the darkness of the ceiling before he can't help himself and those thick lashes of his flutter shut. 

Something brushes up against your calf, and then his knee nudges yours. 

"I really love you, y'know," he murmurs. 

And it's all you can do to stop yourself from breaking, to quell that ugly sob you can feel lodged somewhere between your throat and chest. 

"I know Santiago, I love you too." 

How can you not? He just makes it very hard sometimes. 

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[allycat75]

Hey Boston Dumb Fuck 👋! I've been seeing scenes from your lazy-as-fuck exercise in futility, Ghosted, lately and it has triggered a few things.

(A bit of a long one, so buckle up)

I don't know, maybe because the scenes I have seen of Jack in Red One remind me of Cole's cranky twin, or hearing your Nepo director go on about how impressed he is with himself reinventing Santa and how he's going to blow our minds with his genius, but it seems of late rich, mostly white men are just really turned on by their own mediocrity. Just walking around with blue balls because of it and the lack of oxygen to their brains is making them hypoxic. Even sweet Ryan Reynolds got high off his own supply when promoting the recent Deadpool. It was OK, but he and Hugh were making it out like this was the Citizen Cane of R rated Marvel movies (I still think they were throwing you a pity bone by casting you, BDF, and all I see when I look at your part is not Johnny Storm, but the worst version of Christopher Robert Evans, just slightly more horrible than you have been in real life the past few years, if you can call what you are doing living really. Was it a cry for help?).

I can't blame you for Red One. You are just a shitty actor looking for that sweet, sweet paycheck while The Rock and his minions run the show, so let your team set your program to "total bullshit bro douche" in a few weeks so you can get through the press junket without weeping at the fact you murdered Christmas, along with your fanbase that would have blindly seen this festering turd of a movie if you hadn't gaslit them all, making them look and feel stupid and crazy.

But I do blame you, from pillar to post, for Ghosted. You may think that Producer credit was for vanity and a bump in pay, but when push comes to shove, it actually means something. Just ask another Hollywood phony (and someone who was actually invited to the SNL X-mas party last year) Alec Baldwin. On Rust, he may not have been held responsible as the actor who shot the cinematographer dead, but as the producer he sure had the responsibility and accountability for all the things that went wrong, leading up to that preventable tragedy. And I know for you coddled princes, this idea of accountability is a new and scary concept, but woman up and get used to it, you fucking coward.

So, as producer of Ghosted, you should understand that you buy the premise, you buy the bit. How does the movie start- we see a beautiful woman named Sadie (in an ugly ass wig, by the way) at a farmer's market after just discussing with her boss that she is lost after a friend's death. The friend, a workaholic like her, didn't even have food in her house, but had a plant, which is more than Sadie has. Looking pensive and sad, but with a full basket of food she finds he way to the plants only to be confronted by a dickhead who treats her like shit at the worst possible time and tells her she should get a cactus because they are prickly and don't need much attention or care.

So I will stop there, because after this there is something only a male writer, producer and director would think they just saw- those two want to FUCK! Where most women (and to their credit, probably some men) would say, "Boy, if he would just apologize for being a complete and total asshole and make a kind gesture, because anyone with eyes could see she looked really sad, he could make her day better." And that is where it falls apart. Not that it would have really been any better because Cole is selfish in thinking he is everything she needs and doesn't consider maybe she has shit going on in her life that doesn't involve him, but it could have started on a better path if instead of running after her and saying, "Hey, I think we made a connection" (to which most women would have gotten out the pepper spray), he said "Hey, I want to apologize. I was out of line. It is none of my business what type of plant you should get and I should have been more respectful. Can I buy you a coffee to make up for it?". But heaven forbid a man ever apologize and make amends, especially for something they know they did wrong (none of that bullshit you said in the SMA article that came off like just apologize because she is upset and it will shut her up).

Even better would have been to get a few females looking at this script (maybe Scarlet did and that is why she jumped) and even totally flip the script to make it from Sadie's point of view. It would have been much more interesting watching a female special agent who had to target a friend and one of the few female colleagues she had, exploring the aftermath and getting back to her first mission since it happened. And to add insult to injury, also having to deal with this egomaniac one night stand, who hopelessly followed her, convincing him it isn't all about him and that he has no idea what it is like to be her. He has no right to judge. It could even still be funny (or start to be funny, because with the exception of Sebastian Stan, this movie had no Rom and no Com), but there is so much depth that could have been explored that was sacrificed for the male gaze. Instead of being empowering, because Cole was supposed to be the "damsel in distress", Sadie still remained the object that helped moved the story along for the boring, one-dimensional male protagonist.

One could say, "who the fuck cares- this movie (and its leading actor, after a string of current and future failures, both professionally and personally) are completely inconsequential", and I would agree, save for the fact that this is just one example of a larger problem we have seen over and over of men failing upward (I also include almost anything by Coppola and Scorsese- just look at Megalopolis for the former, and the latter only wrote his first decent female character last year). Unless there are consequenses for these kinds of epic failures Hollywood will continue to churn out more and more empty calories, drowning out real voices of all shapes, sizes, genders and colors. We need to call out these flaws instead of excusing them away so we can fix them for a more satisfying, authentic experience for everyone.

Side note...

Also, the last thing I remember about Ghosted was how you got shafted at the premiere and we're forced to give your little stevia (fake sugar) baby a spin on the red carpet, but no one was happy with you in the end- Ana and Dexter looked like they wanted to kill you, and your precious Nazi Succubus sure got her revenge for being shuffled back stage and out the door after only a few pictures without you. Remember, they forced you to fake marry the arrogant, racist, antimemtic, fatshaming, lazy, childish dumb dumb (everything opposite of what you said you wanted, even as recent as that stupid SMA article, but you are now an established pathological liar, so who knows what is true about you anymore).

You even had two kinda fake ceremonies- so, remind me again who you are trying to make seem insane in this narrative? Because it looks less and less like your former fans and more like you and your team with those pathological lies and ridiculous stunts. Even got your nuts so tight in a vice, they humiliatingly got you to make up for that red carpet debacle and sealed your fate as Hollywood's latest pathetic joke, spending 20 minutes on the Oscar (Conde Naste) Vanity Fair red carpet, where no one wanted to talk to you and you couldn't easily wipe your mouth when you had to kiss the little tantrum throwing wifey on the mouth for the cameras, like a good little CAA automoton. And I still don't know if I can forgive you for being so fucking careless and dissociated from your own life and moral fiber that you wore the colors of the Nazi Flag while parading the precious antisemite for your debut. Actions matter and for a smart man you do some really stupid things!

I know it seems I took a bit of a turn at the end there- just a reminder you really suck right now as a human being so you may want to think about how you can change all that, just like how Ghosted could have been better if you had your head out of your ass.

Have a great day, you prick 🫶!

[pinkbeeps]

Reasons why I hate Tom Whisper Weathercock from Hypnosis Mic and why you should too

1- He's blonde. There's only ONE (1) blond bitch from hypmic that I respect, and it's not him. (It's Gentaro)

1- This man is 30 and he's fangirling over a 19-year-old who just figured out he can watch R-Rated movies without his absentee father's permission. Like... Bro. Chill, that's kinda cringe.

4- Iris and Rex.

Look at them.

LOOK AT THEM.

THAT IS PEAK CHARACTER DESIGN RIGHT THERE. AND WHOS THEIR LEADER???? SOME BLOND GUY FROM AMERICA!!

NAMED TOM.

THE FUCK???????

5- In the anime, he pushed Saburo. Like... You can't do that. He's a child, and Tom pushed him. Yes it was because he was saving Saburo's life from a drone strike... but you know. Saburo got a scratch and made a sad looking face. WHAT THE FUCK. Tom. It still was a fucked up thing he did, and I hope Tom dies.

(I couldn't find a gif of the exact scene where he pushed Saburo, so here's a recreation. Also, another reason to hate Tom; I added this gif but then realized how ugly it was but I couldn't figure out how to remove it so THANKS Tom for ruining my post about why I hate Tom.)

6- He was actually so unpopular in the character polls that in the second season of the Hypmic anime, he was completely absent. Actually that's really funny so I'm counting it as a win for him but he's on THIN fucking ice.

7- He's American.

IM FROM AMERICA. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW. HOW.. HOW SCARY IT IS TO KNOW THAT HE COULD BE ANYWHERE?!?!?!? that he lives in the same place as ME??

No. Not for long. I'll save us from him, I promise you my fellow chicks and dicks.

Land of the free? More like land of the Free of Tom Whisper Weathercock when I'm done with him.

Anyway that's the post be sure to like comment and subscribe if you hate Mr. Weathercock too. And one day we'll get rid of him. Thanksies

[scary-lasagna]

SlenderDaughters Part III

they're really taking this whole 'manifest yourself into a new reality' thing too seriously

Part II: https://www.tumblr.com/scary-lasagna/737154582257532928/for-my-request-i-would-like-a-part-two-to-the?source=share

The house overcame with an unsettling quiet, everyone being so afraid to even speak above a whisper that night.

The girls all slept in one room, and couldn't even enjoy the activities they had planned due to the stress that weighed on all of them. Maeve never even left her bed once she lay down as soon as she entered the room. Four bunkbeds was a stupid idea for late teenagers, anyway.

"Do we wanna talk about the elephant in the room or....." Azalea spoke up, the first time someone mentioned something above a whisper, which even startled Isa, who finally decided the pain wasn't worth those ugly shoes and tossed them out the window earlier in the night.

"Nothing to talk about." Maeve was pouting as she lay on her side, face facing the wall, and arms crossed tightly against her diaphragm.

"Sounded like you were hella pissed though, so what's about that?" She asked, lolling her head to one side.

"Just people being bad parents." Maeve sighed, and rolled over on her back.

"You don't have to take it out on us, though." Isa pointed out, crossing her legs which such poor posture it made Sol's poised back hurt just looking at her.

After a beat of thought, Maeve sighed deeply and rolled onto her back, staring at the intricate pencil marks on the bottom of the bunk above her. "You're right...I'm sorry." She admitted, but still refusing the courage to look at any of them. "I just- I just feel like shit for what I said. All he's done for me...and this happens." Her hands attempted to speak what her voice couldn't, but gave up and dropped onto her stomach.

"People can be good and still do bad things, Mae." Sol soothed, and crawled over to Maeve's bed, sitting beside it. "My dad eats my saved food at night and then lies about it in the morning."

"My dad made me watch R-rated horror movies when I was a kid." Azalea piped up, remembering the vision of Pinhead that still haunts her nightmares.

"My dad keeps judging me no matter how I dress." Isa didn't even remember what her stupid shoes looked like. They were out int he garden now, anyway, so it didn't matter.

"What if they raised us while their beloveds were still alive? What do you think would be different?"

"Maybe a little bit less dramatic, but all around, the same." Sol predicts with a light laugh. "They're still the same people, but they have more experience since then and still can't admit whenever they're wrong."

"HOLY SHIT!" Azalea suddenly boasted, standing up with her arms spread.

"Have you found Jesus yet?"

"BETTER!" She announced with a side, shark-toothed grin similar to her fathers. "Listen closely," She raised an important finger with a sly grin, "We take the box, and we enter the reality of memories for ourselves to see what they were like back then!"

"Aza, that's the most stupidest idea you've ever had, you know that?" Maeve said directly to her, with extreme disdain, before resuming her plan of avoiding all direct gazes to her cousins.

"Oh, Maeve, but aren't you curious?" Sol bounced closer, peering form over the edge of the mattress. "What were they like when they were younger? Maybe we'll even see our mother's back then, too. Because they contracted Sickness."

The tease of seeing her own mother again twinged at Maeve's heart strings, pulling with great triumph down into her stomach where the rest of her nerves lie.

"You're the only one the knows how it works, Maeve. So it's up to you one way or another." Isa put her hands up with passive defense, but her quick look up to see Maeve's reaction is what caught her peeking in interest.

"We'll just have to find a way into the office, is all." Aza pondered, leaning back on her palms. "You'll know how to do that, right, Maeve?"

Maeve still lay silent, and pondered the thought of seeing of what could have been, had they all been born just a bit earlier. What would have become of them? And more importantly, would Slender love her differently.

Would they even be able to get into the magically protected office? And if they could, what would they do if her father was still in there, writing papers for work?

Maeve sat up in her bed for the first time in the night, and the three girls were on the edge of their seats for a response, eagerly studying her body for any giveaways.

But the oldest showed nothing, but solemnly sighed, "I need a lockpick, a distraction, and piece of spellbook paper."

[lyledebeast]

The Women at Home Vs The Women back Home in Robert Rodat's War Movies

Since I realized that Saving Private Ryan (1998) was written by Robert Rodat the same person who wrote The Patriot, I've been curious about how the two films would compare, but it wasn't until this past weekend that I finally rewatched the first. I've compared The Patriot to a lot of other vastly less-related things in the interim, probably because Saving Private Ryan was the first R-rated movie I saw in a theater, and I remain scarred by it. The violence, particularly during the landing on Omaha Beach, is so harrowing it makes The Patriot look almost kid-friendly by comparison. That is not the only respect in which Rodat's 1998 film is more grounded in reality than his 2000 one.

When I first connected the two Rodat movies, I vividly remembered the frame narrative of old James Ryan visiting a Normandy cemetery where Captain John Miller, one of the men who gave his life to save him, is buried. At the end of the film, he turns to his wife with tears in his eyes and says, "Tell me I lived a good life." It's a demand, not a question. She, of course, provides the required assurance. Charlotte Selton provides a similar assurance, unprompted, when her brother in law arrives unexpectedly with his children and absolutely covered in another man's bodily fluids. "You've done nothing to be ashamed of." Apart from the fact that Mrs. Ryan actually knows what she's talking about--she has adult children with this man and knows what kind of life he's had; Charlotte was certainly not in the woods when Benjamin Martin took his literal blood bath--the two women play very similar roles. The differences, though, overwhelm the comparison. Mrs. Ryan has spent many years with James, but they are entirely off screen. She only occupies about five minutes of total screen time, most of it observing her husband weeping at the grave of a man she's clearly never heard of. Charlotte's first appearance is about ten minutes into The Patriot's run time, and she is in its final scenes and a number of important scenes in between. She is there, and yet she has roughly the same amount of depth and development as Mrs. Ryan.

Women occupy two different roles in Saving Private Ryan: French victims displaced by the horrors of war that seek assistance and protection from American soldiers and symbols that represent the pleasures of civilian life. A majority of the main characters in the movie have a story involving a woman. One is the carelessly treated victim of a prank Ryan pulled on one of his three brothers killed in the Normandy invasion. Another is the objectified patron of Reiben's family's clothing store. Then there's the hardworking and unappreciated mother of Wade, on whom he calls as he's dying from a gunshot/morphine overdose, a callback to the unnamed American soldier who calls for his momma with his intestines spilled out on the ground during the Omaha Beach invasion. All of these women are individually important only to men who evoke their memories (Ryan's Alice Jardine isn't even that!), but they are collectively important for what they represent.

These stories about women ultimately tell us much more about the tellers than the subjects. For all we know, Alice Jardine is back in America living her best life as a factory worker, experiencing for the first time being regarded as something other than an easy lay, a girl who "fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down." Other stories reflect the men's desires and regrets from the lives they led prior to service. The one that stands out most is Captain Miller's vague description of his wife "pruning roses in my work gloves." Women wearing their husbands' clothing often carries sexual implications, but Miller's wife is her using them to care for something that belongs to her. Even sweeter is Miller's protectiveness of his wife's memory. When Ryan asks to hear more about the wife with the roses after his incredibly sexist story about Alice, Miller declines: "I keep that for me." I get the sense that he's protecting her from more than just Private Pervert. He's protecting her from Robert Rodat, whose only interest in women is what they reflect about men. What else would we expect from America's sweetheart, Tom Hanks?

There is no such protection for women in The Patriot. Apart from Charlotte Selton and Abigale, the two caretakers of Martin's children, all of the adult female Patriots are dead by the end of the movie, most of them in the church fire Colonel Tavington's men set. These women are not relegated to an idealized "back home;" they are the line of defense between the South Carolina militia and the Green Dragoons. it is only after the church burning, far too late for protection, that the militia directs any violence against the dragoons. The French women in Saving Private Ryan are presented as something of a nuisance and do not occupy a main focus, but we see some women displaced by the destruction of their homes walking tiredly alongside the Airborne unit Miller's company encounter, and Caparzo is killed by a German sniper while trying to help a French family by taking their daughter, who reminds him of his niece. The American' GIs do more to protect French women and children they have never met and will likely never see again than the militiamen do to protect their own wives and children. Moreover, the only person in Miller's company who is fighting for vengeance is Mellish, and there is a vital difference between him and the militiamen. Jewish American GIs could not have prevented the Nazis' systemic violence against European Jews.

In both of these films, women have far more value as symbols than as people, but in The Patriot they are part of the main action, portrayed by flesh and blood actresses who spend most of their screentime watching men ride away. There was ample opportunity to make them nuanced characters with hopes of their own for America's future, but Rodat and Roland Emmerich chose not to take it. The most striking similarities between the two films come in their final scenes. Martin watches the construction of his new home with his wife and children standing silently behind him, and Ryan cries over Miller's grave with his children and grandchildren standing silently behind him. Apparently for Rodat, the accumulation of silent women is the ultimate proof of a successful life.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls-Season 2, Episode 12, Part 2 ("Richard In Stars Hollow")

Part 1 and all other episodes here

"You built me a car?" "I built you a car." Version 2.0:

Yes it has already been established that a car has been built.

Sorry Lorelai, he's not gonna build you a plane for you to fuck him in. #SexPlane

Let's see how Lorelai takes this completely factual observation.

If your grandfather had pulled out your father wouldn't exist and I wouldn't be here listening to "you built me a car" again and having to hear about Lorelai's Sex With Dean Plane. What does your father and grandfather being good with cars have to do with anything? How does that make you a mechanic? Where's that motorcycle you supposedly had in season 1? Why is your scarf so ugly? I bet that coat you're wearing smells. That haircut is so stupid. It's that time again! Time for "Dean proceeds to get a very snippy attitude with an adult and Lorelai doesn't care because he's not Jess and she wants to fuck him on their Sex Plane."

You're a certified Butthead, that's all you are.

Gotta love Lorelai jeopardizing her daughter's life by letting her drive some death trap built by a 17 year old butthead with zero automotive experience because "it's a nice thing he did." It's not a fucking ceramic mug he made for her in a pottery class, it's a car. He built her a car (did you catch that yet?) Lorelai just gets more and more insufferable and we're only at the halfway mark of season 2. It will continue to go downhill from here. *straps in* Isn't this the car that Jess totals in Teach Me Tonight? That's the only good thing to come out of that wretched episode.

Rory, you gotta stop with that sad puppy face, you're breaking my heart. If he's so fucking good at bulding cars why didn't he do that for a living after high school instead of just being a career butthead? Why didn't he go to automotive school or something and keep himself busy and do something to contribute to society instead of trapping poor Lindsay into making his meatloaf? (#JusticeForLindsay) Why is his face so god damn punchable? I hate everything about you, sir. I wish you would perish. Truly. He claims Gypsy inspected the car (I think this is the first time she's mentioned on the show?) but literally 30 seconds ago Richard asked him "have you even driven it past a mechanic?" and he said no, but now all of a sudden all of these people have inspected the car. Butthead continues to snip at, make sarcastic comments to, and raise his voice at Richard. Rory and Lorelai just stand there. I'm not convinced Butthead can even read no less build a complicated piece of machinery. Richard and Dean mosey on over to Gypsy's in their respective cawrs so Butthead can prove to Richard that his Death Trap is safe. Gypsy inspects Dean's Metal Box of Death and declares there is absolutely nothing wrong with Dean's handiwork. He did a perfect job. We are to believe this 17 year old butthead who had to fake knowing how to read to impress Rory and is not in the automotive trade made aboslutely zero mistakes building a car from a scratch. Mmmkay.

Really? Great! That was the plan all along.

...should have pulled out. We learn a little more about Butthead's family history besides the fact that his father's pullout game is weak. His father has a shop where he sells and installs stereos. His mother transcribes medical records. And that was your peek into the exciting World of Butthead.

While it feels like every breath and eye blink exchanged between R&J has had a PHd thesis written about it at some point, there are some scenes that nobody seems to care about, like this one? It got to a point that I never saw it on Twitter and Instagram and between viewings of the show I would start to think I must have imagined it. Why, I don't know. Because it's cute as heck and it's one his more clever pranks. Certainly better than the chalk outline.

You gotta love Jess putting dirty movies into G-rated movie boxes. Unlike the chalk outline prank, he did it purely to get back at the people who had screwed Rory over. My sweet baby.

How utterly depressing that this is not even a joke anymore and a completely true statement in the year 2023.

No. No bye. You stay right here. *holds him hostage* Let's enjoy a few screen shots of pure unadulterated joy.

HE'SS JUST A BABY.

PURE JOY.

[riverkidian]

Levi has always been a soft spoken, shy, nervous and nerdy/geeky boy who preferred the company of his six, same age grouped, female cousins to that of the rest of his cousins and other children. The female cousins preferring Levi’s company as well to that of their obnoxious and violent brothers.

They’ve done everything together from the time they were born till the present. Played, shopped, cooked, baked, took self defense classes, constructed and built, (the silverstien clan had a delicatessen and construction company and all the children helped out) they helped him invent, they read comics, had sleepovers, danced, played music, sang, were In plays. They did it all together as a group because they genuinely enjoyed one anothers company (and because their parents collectively forced the kids to have a well rounded education in the arts).

His cousins, who he affectionately refers to as “A group of hyenas.” Or “The yeens.”are extremely protective of him since hes been bullied and beaten relentlessly by their brothers since childhood. But the abuses were in house too with their uncle (Levi’s father) verbally accosting him any chance he got. Why? For the crime of being “Soft.” (Levi not learning till much later that was his dads way of trying to protect him and make him tough enough to deal with the real world.) So the yeens who adored him became his protectors and he theirs.

Once when Levi was around eight years old, his father fed up with his sons seeming inability to be manly took him aside, dressed him in girls clothing and stood him in front of the mirror saying something along the lines of “Since you want to be soft like a girl you should dress like one too. See what an ugly girl you make? You would never make it in the world like this. This is why you need to toughen up and be a man.” His father didn’t know anything about fashion so the hair, makeup and dress he styled his son in did indeed make him an ugly “girl”.

It devastated Levi. The boy who already at his young age had a poor view of his own looks thought he was hideous. Breaking into heavy sobs he ran to his cousins, showing them how hideous he was. The yeens argued that he was cute, despite the horrible way he was dressed. When Levi was finally calmed down and they were able to get ahold of him, they tore the hideous clothes off and dressed him in their cutest and frilliest clothes, his hair done in a micro side pony with those charm hairbands (you know the ones with the plastic or wood charms that hurt like a bitch if they snapped you in the skull) and some light makeup. They put him back in front of the mirror and showed him how cute he REALLY was and how if he WERE a girl he’d be a very cute one. His view of himself changed, if only a little bit. But It was there he learned of his love of crossdressing. He liked being cute with his cousins and when they all went out dressed up he often got compliments he never did in his usual dress. (That eventually changes when he starts dressing better)

As he grew older he kept up with the crossdressing in secret. Putting on a feminine voice to keep his identity secret when he went out with his cousins or alone. Even inventing a wearable voice changer in the style of a choker he could swap out with various outfits to save his vocal cords the strain.

The Yeens being the only ones in the know about his continued crossdressing and online show Levy’s Space. Levi made it a family friendly two hour long variety show seven days a week with weekday ratings never reaching passed tv-g/pg and weekends being reserved for teens/adults with a more mature nature never passing tv-14/R. He baked, cooked, danced, sang, read stories, played games watched movies and did makeup, nail and hair and outfit tutorials. Talked to the audience and generally made it as fun and friendly as he could while in the Levy persona.

Thanks to Levy, Levi eventually becomes confident in his own masculinity without it turning toxic. The other men in his family eventually follow suit, learning to become more relaxed and accepting of themselves and some even (like his father) trying to express themselves in more adventurous ways.

[xylophonetangerine]

And in yläaste (~junior high school) our chemistry teacher showed us the R-rated gross-out weed-comedy We're the Millers. No one had any problem with that back then but you couldn't do that today without everyone losing their damn minds. That movie has one of the first major performances by Will Poulter. Wasn't he crazy how he got bullied off of Twitter after appearing in that Netflix special because people thought he was ugly. I was dumbfounded when that happened because even though I obviously see that he's not the most conventionally attractive man in existence I've always found him really good-looking. I guess people disagree. But what an insane thing to get that mad about.

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Ugly Truth (2009)

The Ugly Truth is a waste of time. It brings nothing new or fresh or innovative to the romantic comedy genre. The writing is poor. The stars have little chemistry. The plot so predictable you can set your watch to it. Worst of all, there isn't a single laugh within its 96-minute running time. Movies like this are the reason so many people say they hate rom-coms.

Morning show TV producer Abby Richter (Katherine Heigl) is astonished when Mike Chadway (Gerard Butler) is hired to do a segment on her show. Rude, cynical, sexist, and shallow, he’s everything Abby hates. When a piece of advice he gives her seems to work on Abby’s hunky neighbour (Eric Winter), she begins to warm up to Mike.

This movie is pathetic. You’re tempted to leave angry, but why? Why should you pour energy towards this movie when no one working on it did? You know exactly what’s coming the second Abby calls into Mike’s show and angrily tells him he’s wrong for believing what he does about men and women. We’ve all seen the rule of bad romantic films play out like this before. “If two people hate each other, it means they’re destined to fall in love”. To a degree, it's what we come to see but it'd be nice if there was at least the illusion of innovation. If the first words they exchange aren’t enough, just look at Mike's competition for Abby's heart. Sure doctor Colin is handsome but what’s his personality? He has none. There are no scenes where he and Abby have a heart-to-heart. The closest is an awkward baseball game gag - one of the many moments that would NEVER happen in real life - and a romantic evening in the woods that looks uncannily like a car commercial because we don't hear anything that's said. By comparison, Abby and Mike share the same thoughts about bottled vs. tap water. How could he compete?

If the total lack of chemistry between everyone doesn’t turn your heart to dust, the film’s attitude will. "Ugly" is right and with no grasp on reality either. When you get down to it, Mike’s advice is correct most of the time (at least when it comes to the people he interacts with) so what lesson are we supposed to draw from The Ugly Truth? That men care about nothing but appearances, think about nothing but sex and that if you’re not fit to have your picture on the cover of a fashion magazine you’ll die alone, surrounded by cats? The story is so misogynist it makes all of your goodwill towards it melt like a box of chocolates rocketed into the sun. And yet, the film isn’t even THAT R-Rated. You see one behind but there’s no nudity otherwise and nothing Mike says compares to anything we heard in 2007’s Superbad.

If you’re determined to give this movie a chance, save yourself some time. Just go ahead and watch the worst (and most memorable) scene, a sequence in which Abby accidentally wears remote-controlled vibrating underwear to a fancy dinner. If within your DNA the mutant gene that allows human to pass through the floor lays dormant, this is just the trauma you’ll need to trigger it. And this script was written by three women? Are we sure they’re not aliens?

The Ugly Truth is not a wholly forgettable bad film, which actually works in its favor. If you have the misfortune of sitting through it, you'll always remember to discourage anyone else from seeing it and there's no way you'll ever watch it more than once. (May 8, 2020)

[maginxlia]

Nanami, Gojo, Toji and Sukuna Ryomen in The Christmas Special

Rated R

Contains Foul language and Suggestive Themes

Since Almost Every Good TV series has a Christmas Special or two or more (Looking at you Simpsons!) It's only fitting that I pull my creative block away and Give y'all a little something for the Holidays🎄I appreciate all the love and support y'all give to me and I want to truly thank you all💖 Pronouns Out of this because issa party for everybody 💖 I hope y'all have a Beautiful and Safe holiday💖 For those of y'all who's able to see y'all family for the holidays, I wish y'all well and safe travels with a beautiful loving holiday with the ones you love💖 For those who aren't able to see y'all families, I wish you well and I want you to know you are loved, I hope that your holiday can be wonderful even tho it might Not be the way you planned it💖 Sending y'all lots of love from the Southern Wonderland✨

Tldr: I love y'all and Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Yule! I hope y'all had a Happy Hanukkah! In short Happy Holidays 💖

Nanami Kento

Nanami is a man who loves Traditions

Setting up the tree together? Hanging his favorite ornaments that you bought for him? Singing Carols together? Sign him up

Loves the way a real tree smell like but he always set up the artificial tree instead

Nanami has antique decorations that were given to him and he's very proud of them

He has an old ass recipe book that his granny gave to him so he knows how to make Snickerdoodles And soft gingerbread men

Loves to try new recipes with you and Making beautiful Gingerbread houses with you

Drinks adult (Liquored up) Eggnog Every night before bed

Adores old Christmas movies and will cry during Rudolph

Thoughtful high quality gifts, Nanami is a man who listens and observes

Also has the skill of gift wrapping down, The gifts look like something out of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Would love to start the tradition of y'all buying special ornaments each year

Spends hours getting the lights right inside and out

Likes to keep everything neat and orderly aka the HOA doesn't have shit to say

Slow dancing Together to old Christmas music and with Him absent mindlessly humming along🥰

Making homemade hot chocolate and watching the fire while the Christmas lights are the only thing lit is 100/100

Making love to you by the fire is 1,000% vibes for him

Loves and respect all of your traditions

It warms his heart doing something charitable for The community

Gojo Satoru

Gojo is fucking ready Shit he's been Ready since January

Literally want y'all place to be the best decorated in the community

Has a prelit white artificial tree and love to decorate the tree with themes in mind

Decorating The tree with this man is an oddly romantic event, If you can't reach the top He will pick you up so you can put ornaments around the top of the tree and the smirk he has is so sly

Goes all out on the lights outside so much that he makes the community have power outage 🤦🏾‍♀️

Gojo got y'all power bill outrageous and the HOA IS BIG MAD

Actually has a list of people to get gifts for and he can decently wrap them too

He Will be hurt if they don't get him a card or small present

Mans will frequently sit under y'all tree naked with a bow on his meat talking about " Unwrap me Baby”

Drinks from a Christmas mug That says "Ho Ho Hoe" on it

Gojo can't control himself around mistletoe 🤦🏾‍♀️ He's nasty and we all know this, Guaranteed to have your clothes undone and his tongue in your mouth in 0.1 seconds

Purchase a lot of gag gifts but also a lot of heartfelt ones too

He wears Ugly Christmas sweaters until Christmas is over

Watch cheesy romance Christmas movies and say "Baby that could be us"

Do not let him drink eggnog with alcohol in it! He will get drunk, clingy and Sleazy

Dresses like Santa Claus and want you to act out one of his favourite XXX Films

Also He does an amazing Santa baby cover that can make Eartha Kitt blush and Make Megumi sick

Host a bomb ass Christmas party every year that not so surprisingly make the Neighborhood hate him even more

Will successfully guess every gift someone brought him just by picking it up

Fushiguro Toji

Christmas spirit??? Toji doesn't even know her

Mans is big mad

Buying gifts? Goodwill towards man? Hanging lights??? A tree?¿? Decorations?!?!? He could go gambling with all that money and energy

That doesn't mean he will deter you from it tho, If it put a smile on your face he'll of course suck it up

Also let's all be honest if you were nothing but a fling and a warm place to stay, Toji would be M.I.A for the holidays so he wouldn't have to buy you a gift (Just Scrub Tings) But He considers you his last chance at happiness

Don't let him pick the tree because lemme tell you he will pick the most pitiful twig they got and lie about it being all they had left🤦🏾‍♀️

He Might lift that fine ass off the couch and put one or two ornaments on the tree but that about it

Would prefer if y'all didn't illuminate the place where he “hides out”

Finds himself enjoying the snacks and cuisine that comes with Christmas

Will eat a tin of Christmas cookies while looking at TV

If you make a gingerbread house He's gonna to eat it

Grumbles about watching Christmas movies but will oblige if you sit on his lap while watching them

The Grinch and Scrooge are both misunderstood characters to him and he relates to them

even tho he's not about that spirit of gift buying but he makes sure to get you something nice and he wouldn't be piss if you don't get him anything

Hates the thought of mistletoe; he doesn't need some “weed” to kiss you until you're weak in the knees

Carolers beware! Toji will not tolerate strangers at y'all home and will Threaten their life expectancy

Doesn't trust Eggnog but loves sparkling grape juice

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna never really cared to celebrate the holidays but now he has you so he is willing to go all out

Personally Thinks Christmas is about receiving and he likens it to his days of when people would give him offerings

Sukuna really out in these streets keeping Yuuji up at night talking about Presents🤦🏾‍♀️ For himself 🤦🏾‍♀️

No joke He's really gift centered I mean yes he'll help you put up the tree but if there isn't at least one gift under the tree for him on the 25th..... He's yeeting the tree out the fucking window

That being Said he wants the biggest tree and he wants to load it down with tinsel and ornaments to the point it looks kinda tacky

Will spray tons of fake snow on it too

Tries to put up lights and gets agitated the moment they get knotted up or don't work so of course he yanks the bitches off the house in one go (Damage who?)

Tries to put up an inflatable but he was reckless with his claws and he punctured it

So outside decorations is all a Yuuji Job

All the Christmas theme sweets got him intoxicated

Little Debbie tree cakes are his drugs, Sukuna will eat three boxes a day and will get very pissed if you touch one of his cakes without asking first (will be pissed that you even want one)

Likes some of the old Christmas music but he will destroy your radio if all I want for Christmas is you plays more than 2 times

Yuuji Has to tell him that it's not normal to buy gifts for himself and that Christmas is about giving to others

Also Sukuna is forced to budget, He's only allowed to spend 300 hundred dollars on his gifts for you

He struggles with his budget to get you something he deems worthy of royalty but he somehow manages

Don't think for one minute he wrapped the gifts himself, He paid the professionals to do it

CAN and WILL Shake the fuck outta the gifts under the tree so watch him

Drinks so much Eggnog that he makes Yuuji belly ache for three suns

Make sure to always be in control whenever there is mistletoe nearby, if Yuuji dare to kiss you it will be hell to pay

Type to hold you firmly against him as he kisses you so deeply that he takes your breath away, Also you can feel all those muscles 🤤

Will bitch about watching old holiday films with you but slowly come to appreciate if not love them

Likes, Comments, Reblogs and Requests is Hella Appreciated Loved💖 Please don't Steal My Shit

[kireimarkeu]

wild heart; l.dh

+repost, i did not make any changes to this fic.

summary: where your best friend starts to fall for you 

2.5k words

[11:36 PM] movie night

"No, Hyuck! Geez!" you groaned, your hand pressing onto his shoulder brutally as you reached up to snatch the remote control from Donghyuck's grip. 

He winced when you pinched his shoulder, settling down on the couch then stuck his tongue out at you in a teasing manner. You crossed your arms with a pout, looking away from your best friend. 

"Are you being pouty, right now?" he asks, taking a look at you before a burst of loud laughter left his lips. "it's my turn to choose the movie though," he says, pressing onto the buttons on the remote to turn on the same movie the both of you have watched millions of times.

"I don't want to watch To All The Boys I've Loved Before for the 50th time," you grumbled him, scooting further away from the boy sulkily.

He stops pressing the buttons on the remote, "well, what do you want to watch then?" he asks you staring right at you, while you didn't spare him a single glance. 

You raised your eyebrows at him in confirmation, he only nodded positively. "A new movie just came out and I wanna watch it with you."

He chuckled, "with me?"

You nodded, "it's an action movie."

He pretended to puke, then looks at you with a disgusted look, "I only watch rom-com, dummy. How could you not know that? You're my best friend."

You rolled your eyes at his statement, "the only rom-com you watch is To All The Boys I've Loved Before."

He scowled at you and threw the remote at your direction, hitting you softly on the thigh. "Fine."

You could only grin in satisfaction as you turned on the action movie you have been dying to watch. Once the movie started playing, you shifted closer to Donghyuck and laid your head comfortably on his lap.

[6: 43PM] he helps you find clothes

"Wait- I don't think I look good in this," you say from inside the room. 

You were told a few days ago that your brother was getting married, so you needed a new dress to wear to the wedding. You didn't hesitate to call your best friend for help, knowing he was the best at being completely honest.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, a frowned plastered on your face. Donghyuck had picked a few dark blue dresses to match with the theme. 

You finally tried on the last dress, the one Hyuck had been waiting for you to put on. It was something you have never worn before. It was just so- revealing. 

There was a slit all the way up to the thigh, a V-neck in the middle that ended just right above your belly button. And, god- why was it so tight? It hugged your curves just right. You felt so naked.

Donghyuck rolls his eyes and replies, "I'll be the judge of that."

"But I look really bad in it," you say, turning to see your side view in the mirror, "I think dark blue doesn't suit me."

Donghyuck rested his back against the wall as he stretched his long legs. "You're already ugly, it doesn't matter."

"Lee Donghyuck!"

"Did I lie?" he asks, "Did I fucking lie??"

You let out an annoyed groan and unlocked the door, peeking your head out to look at the boy who was staring at you with lazy eyes. 

"I look so bad," you whined, "can I just change and find another dress?"

Donghyuck sighed, "We met at 1 pm, it's almost 7 now, y/n."

You pouted, opening the door wider as you stepped out of the room to let Donghyuck see the dress. 

Donghyuck's eyes widen as his heartbeat started to pick up its rate. The dress you wore is stunning, why didn't you like it?

"You look..." he lets out a low whistle. "you look great, why do you not like the dress?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, maybe because it's not me?"

He rolls his eyes, "well you're shopping for a dress, of course, it won't feel like you."

You turned back around to face the mirror in the room again. With Hyuck's reassurance, you felt slightly more confident. It did suit you. Maybe the dress wasn't so bad. 

You turned back around to face the boy, "do you think I should really get this?" you ask Donghyuck. 

He nodded, "just make sure you wear lots of makeup. Or else the dress would go to waste," he joked. 

You turned to send him a sarcastic smile, "great! Now let's shop for shoes!" you tell him, earning a groan from the boy.

[11:18 AM] when you call each other pet names

You didn't know how it all started. You weren't sure if you were the one who started it- probably Hyuck since he was a lot more playful. But the both of you have playfully called each other pet names in front of everyone. 

"Do you want some, baby?" you ask Hyuck, bringing the spoon filled with rice to his lips. 

You could feel everyone on the table staring at the both of you. 

Donghyuck nodded, opening his mouth to let you feed him, "Thanks, babe." 

The table fell silent. 

"Are you guys...?" Jeno trailed off with raised eyebrows.

The both of you raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Dating," Jaemin completes the sentence for his friend.

"Are you guys dating?" Jeno repeats, his eyes wide in confusion. 

You scrunched your face in disgust, "me and Hyuck? Hell no!" 

The table fell silent as they all stare at your best friend.

Perhaps Hyuck's heart broke when the words left your lips without hesitation. Perhaps he did have thoughts of the both of you dating.

Jeno had a surprised expression plastered on his face, "O-oh, well you both were calling each other pet names, so I thought the both of you were already dating."

Already? What did Jeno mean by that?

You shrugged, "I don't know how it started, but we both started using it and became comfortable with the nickname."

"Yeah," remarked Hyuck, "we're just really comfortable with the name."

[9:09 PM] sleepover!!!!

You: r u coming??

You: hyukkiii

You: babyyy

You: why are you taking so long D:

You: can you RUN

You: i'm going to eat all the nuggets >:(

Right when you sent the last text, you heard a loud knock on your door. You ran to the door and unlocked it as fast as you can. You were met with Donghyuck in the matching blue pyjamas that you had bought for him when you went to Jaa. (You had forcefully made him wear the matching blue pJ's whenever the both of you had a sleepover.)

"You're so slow," you complained, pulling your friend in by his arm. "Did you bring the snacks I told you to?" 

He lifted his hand to show you the bag filled with the snacks that you were craving for. "Just admit you invited me because you want to bring food."

You turned to Hyuck, feigning a confused expression, "I would never," you expressed dramatically. 

Hyuck rolls his eyes at your words. "I'm choosing the movie," he tells you, plopping on the couch, reaching for the remote quickly before you could snatch it from him. 

You empty the bag filled with snacks that Donghyuck left on the table. "Fine. Make sure it's not another rom-com."

Donghyuck whines, "what's wrong with Peter and Lara Jean? They're so cute together!"

[11:21 PM] dancing together in the living room

Both of you have ditched the movie he chose and decided to play music instead. Hyuck was in charge of music since he had better taste. 

Suddenly, your favourite song, Feel Special by Twice started playing. Your eyes widened in glee as you stared at Hyuck. You immediately stood up and started dancing to the choreography terribly.

Donghyuck could only laugh as you dance offbeat. You stared up at him with shining eyes, grabbing his hand in yours before pulling him to stand next to you. 

Without thinking, you started dancing next to your best friend. Donghyuck lifted his hand that you were holding above you to twirl you around. 

He couldn't afford to ruin the moment. He loved seeing you this way- so carefree and happy. It would be a lie if he didn't feel butterflies in his stomach seeing your eyes shining so brightly. 

[1:56 AM] he sings you to sleep

After hours of singing and dancing, you finally grew tired. You suggested that both of you should head to bed if Hyuck wanted to get breakfast tomorrow. 

"I'll sleep on the couch," Hyuck says, grabbing some of the pillows on your bed. He pressed his hand on each of the pillows, he didn't like pillows that are way too soft.

You frowned at your friend's words. "I changed my bedsheets for you," 

He turned around to look at you with raised his eyebrows, "what?"

"I made space for you in my bed," you explained, "cuddle me~"

You weren't sure why you wanted him to sleep with you. You just wanted to be in his arms. 

Honestly, Donghyuck was nervous. The last time the both of you cuddled was months ago. Usually, he didn't feel anything while both of you were laying together on your bed, but this time, it felt different. 

He felt his heartbeat starting to pick up its pace, his face turning crimson red from your whines and your pouty lips.

"You want me to cuddle you?" he asks again, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He didn't realise he was clenching onto the pillow that he was holding this whole time. 

You nodded cutely. "Just like the old-time."

Right. Just like the old time. 

"Okay."

Within a few minutes, you had Hyuck's arms protectively wrapped around you, while your head rest neatly on his chest. You snuggle closer to your best friend. 

"Donghyuck-ah," you yawn, your hands fisting his grey sweatshirt. Earlier, Donghyuck had claimed your dorm was too cold so he put on his sweatshirt that he had left at your place last time.  

"Hm?"

"Will you sing me to sleep?" you ask quietly.

You felt Donghyuck's hands thread through your soft hair, "do you want me to?"

You nod, "I love it when you sing."

And without hesitation, Hyuck started singing softly in your ear while you slowly went into a deep slumber. 

Donghyuck tried his best not to move around too much when he knew you were deep asleep. He tilted his chin down to stare at your features. He slowly let his finger trace your nose down to your lips.

"Y/N," he breathes, "why am I feeling this way?"

[2:03 PM] playing with your hair

You were currently seated on the floor between Donghyuck's legs. He had his hands tangled in your hair, occasionally twirling it around his fingers or braiding it halfway. 

"Ow," you winced when you felt a particular tug from your hair. "That hurts, you bitch," you cussed at your best friend. 

"It wouldn't if you actually wash your hair," he argued back, his hand threading through your hair, untangling your long brown locks. 

Donghyuck loved to make sarcastic remarks about everything. But one thing he would never admit was that he actually loved your hair. He loved the smell of your hair; it wasn't strawberry or coconut. It was nothing of the sort, the smell of your hair made him feel like he was at the right place. With the right person. 

He loved the natural soft curls you had on your hair. It was unique. The soft curls you had, made you become you. 

He would often hear you complain about how you hated your curly hair and how you wanted to straighten it. Or how you wanted to have your hair dyed brown because you hated your black hair. 

"Should I cut my hair, Hyuckie?" you asked from below, tilting your head upwards to look at the boy.

"Hm?" he asked with raised eyebrows, looking down at you, "I think short hair would look good on you," he says truthfully.

"Well, I'm not planning on cutting it real short, maybe until here?" you say, pointing on your shoulder. 

Donghyuck let's go of your hair, "you'll look good, baby. You don't have to worry."

[12:01 AM] he kisses you

You didn't know how the both of you ended up in this position-- you in-between his legs, one of his hand resting on your cheeks while the other was planted on your waist.

The both of you were so close, one move and his lips would be planted on yours. 

"y/n," he breathes, his hand trembling slightly, "can I kiss you?"

Your heartbeat started to pick up, how long has Donghyuck been waiting to ask you this? 

Your eyes linger on his pretty pink, pouty lips. You slowly nod, pulling him closer to you by the strings of his hoodie. 

His lips crashed onto yours in a matter of seconds. His lips were so soft, you just wanted to kiss him forever. Your hand thread through Donghyuck's hair while you breathe through your nose. A minute passed, and both of you finally pulled away. 

You breathed heavily as a giggle left your lips when you saw his swollen red lips and messy hair. 

You bit your lips nervously, "wanna make out?"

He pretended to think then he looked at you with stars in his eyes, "I don't make out with my friends."

You kept quiet, dumbfounded by his reply. Was this all a joke to him? You pulled away from Donghyuck but he prevented you from doing so by tightening his grip on your waist. 

You looked up at him, tears already brimming your eyes. You were embarrassed and disappointed. 

"y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

[2:09 PM] you both get ice cream

"Two chocolate ice cream cones please," Donghyuck ordered, his hand reaching out to pay for both of your desserts. 

"Aww," you playfully punch your boyfriend while he winces in pain, "you're paying for my food?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his bicep while batting your eyelashes in his face.

He sends you a disgusted look, "do you even have a single cent on you?" he replies sarcastically.

You stick your tongue out and push him away from you, "fuck you, Lee."

Hyuck grabs both the ice cream cones and hands one to you while the both of you leaves the ice cream parlour. 

You happily licked your ice cream while the satan next to you bites his ice cream. You didn't say anything though, knowing it was his habit since he was young. 

"Babe," Donghyuck calls from beside you. 

"Hm?" you turned around only to feel the coldness of the chocolate ice cream resting on your nose. "Lee Donghyuck!" you yelp, punching his chest and arm.

Your boyfriend only laughed loudly as he tried to dodge your soft and weak punches. 

"Wait, wait," he says, one hand holding onto your arm to stop you from punching him. He slowly leans down to press his lips on your nose, kissing the cream off your nose. 

Pulling away, he was met with your blushing face. He couldn't help but plant another soft kiss on your lips. 

[trve-grimdark]

Prey (Predator Movie) Spoiler Free Review

Overview: So, I have had my expectations subverted you could say. 

That is to say, everything I thought was going to be wrong with this movie wasn’t really ‘wrong’ and everything I expected to be good was bad. If I had to give this movie a sarcastic title it would be Trope Hunt. 

And really that’s Prey in a nutshell.  The culmination of when a franchise that has been traded back and forth and has gotten progressively less entertaining and further from it’s source material since the first instalment established it, gets handed to a direct to streaming service group that takes some...liberties, with the look and idea, and spits it out as a mess of tropes derived from various portions of the franchise in a big muddled directionless mess.

And it’s a shame, because the general idea was a good idea, it’s just simply wasted. So onto the review. Spoiler free of course.

Plot (2/5) Your general Pred plot. Hunter is dropped off on Earth to hunt, ends up encountering group of humans. Mayhem ensues. Problem is, its all done wrong. 

Why is the Pred hunting in what looks like a fairly mild temperate snow capped mountainous area devoid of major conflict? Don’t know, guess the whole “Only hunts in the hottest of times and where there is conflict” stuff gets tossed right out the window. Why is the Pred dead set on killing hapless animals right in front of obviously more intelligent humans and revealing itself? Don’t know, we need scenes of animal dismemberment I guess. How do the random Euro trappers know its there? Never explained, just shut up and watch ‘ugly bad white man from Europe’ trope and don’t ask questions. Why does the main character want to be a hunter? Because everyone in this fucking movie except her mom is a hunter, I guess. 

Characters (1/5) I’d give this a 2 if the movie had been about the older brother, because he’s the only character in this that has kind of an arc. All I’m going to do is list the characters as tropes because that’s what they are plain and simple.

Wants to Hunt- Main character, you can tell Disney owns the company that owns this license. Princess like trope of quirky snarky above average intelligence girl, wants to hunt real bad because reasons, with an animal sidekick. Upside is, despite what the trailers made it seem, she’s not the standard OP “Strong Female” trope. She just has no character beyond Wants to Hunt Older Cool Brother- Should have been main character. Spends movie doing what everyone else says they are good at doing but he is the only one good at it. Why? Because he’s the older brother. I mean, obviously right?  Asshole to main character for no reason 1,2 and 3-side characters that are obnoxiously mean and critical to Wants to Hunt, because they are.  Fuck-Ugly Euro dudes 1,2 and 3- Also Assholes, kill buffalo needlessly because Dances with Wolves said that’s what they did all the time. Needlessly shitty to everyone, obviously bad, because, well, ummm... White Man in Native American movie?  Predator: Well...its there. It kills shit. Often times pointlessly. 

Effects (0/5) Shitty streaming service original CGI. I mean its worse than the average for this type of thing. I’m not expecting Marvel level here, but at one point The CGI bear literally loses it’s fur texture and runs like its got a corn cob in it’s ass. Also Pred has random CGI moments (and its face)  Complete shit looking. Half the kills in this movie happen in the blink of an eye or off screen with little to no gore. Not even sure how this movie got an R rating. I think AVP was more violent.

Action (3/5) Highest score of the movie. Some of the scenes are well done, and the part with the Pred chasing Wants to Hunt and Asshole #3 through the field was actually a bit frightening. Beyond that, tame killing sequences and lack luster jump cuts. Most of the blood in the movie seemed to come from the Pred as it literally makes a habit of getting skewered, shanked, stabbed, shot, wolf trapped and bit every time its on screen. Also what the fuck perfectly balanced stone tomahawk with matrix physics. Because...that’s a thing.

Music (1/5) This movie has music, I think...

Predator (0/5) Remember when I said the things I thought would be good where what turned out to be bad? This is the crux of that. Even at the worst lowest points of the other Pred movies, we have always been assured of having a badass alien hunter who will eventually spawn lines of collectable figurines and cool gif memes. Not so here. The “redesign” is atrocious. No more ‘Predlocks’ just basic bitch hair, and a weird gaping hole of a maw face with stubby mandibles that was so terribly animated and designed I wanted to claw my eyes out every time it was on screen without a helmet. 

This Pred also had to have been the participation award kid in hunting school. Not only does it needlessly reveal itself by pointlessly killing less dangerous creatures in front of people (or leaving its kills randomly around to be found), but this cat takes more damage for no other reason than it jumps right into traps, and in front of armed and dangerous foes just so it can get...injured, I guess? 

Remember when Jungle Hunter could see all the traps laid out for it? Remember when City hunter stalked down and killed a bunch of heavy armed Special Forces dude in a meat factory without a scratch? Well this guy cant even kill a random wolf without getting hurt. And jumping into a circle of French trappers armed with muskets? Well apparently that was an off day given how hard of a time it had with that. 

Final Score/Summary (Worst Pred movie ever): Prey is, at the end of the day terrible. I wont even score it because it shouldn’t even exist. Every character is a One Dimensional Trope. The Pred looks, hunts and fights like shit, and the plot gets lost in a slew of derivative clichés that go no where, and exist in the movie because “reasons”

If I had to guess, I would say this is the result of a bunch of Streaming Service no names, who one night got together, binged all the pred movies (And also the B-movie knock offs) then went and read a bunch of random fan-wiki articles, slapped a bunch of the tropes together and said “This is what Pred fans like right?”

 Look! The Pred skinned something! That’s a thing! Look, some one said a One Liner from the other movies! That’s a thing! Look, Wrist Blades coming out in front of the camera! Look, the tri-laser sight! Look, People setting traps! Look he loses his helmet at the end! wE mAkE gOoD pReDaToR mOvIe! What? What’s that? What’s the movie about? Ummm hey look Native Americans! Awesome movie right? Right?

Total garbage. Not even a guilty pleasure like the AVP movies. I may even make a ‘how to fix it” post at some point because I feel the need to correct this pile of fail in my brain so I can sleep, and Natives battling Preds in the distant past deserves better.

[joheun-saram]

The Back of Your Car (myg)

Summary- How would you deal if you were stuck in the trunk of your best friend’s car with your new crush?

word count- 3.3k

pairing- undergroundrapper!yoongi x recentgraduate!reader

rating- R

genre- fluff, smut(ish?), friends2lovers, collegeau

warnings- nothing too bad, just making out and dry humping to orgasm lol, oh and swearing.

a.n- my first Yoongi fic? Yes sirrrrrrr. I be simping for this man all day everyday. Also, yes the premise is dumb but also who doesn’t wanna be locked in a trunk with Yoongi. Just me? Okay. Coolcoolcool.

This was written for the ‘A Long Hot Summer’ project by @thebtswritersclub​. The member I picked was Yoongi and the sense I chose was touch, because when you can’t see you can only feel. 👀  Hope you like it!

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

gif is not mine! :)

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“Really guys? Really?” You sighed as you stared at the small trunk of Jin’s sedan. You were so done with your friends. The audacity of them to ask you to jump into the trunk for the two-hour-long ride. 

“What? We cleared all the junk for you! Plus it’s not like you’ll be alone.” Namjoon stated matter-of-factly, his hands on his hips.

Your friends had been planning this week-long trip to Jin’s cottage for the past month as the last hurrah before everyone really started working in the real world, and somehow everyone had missed the fact that two cars would not be enough for your group of ten and all your belongings.

You had been friends with most of them since at least the start of university, over five years ago, but you’d be lying if you said they still didn’t annoy you at times. Well, you had been friends with everyone except Min Yoongi, the person you were being forced to now share this tiny trunk with.

“Why can’t Jungkook and I share the trunk?” You looked pleadingly at your closest friend. Jungkook and you had been friends since childhood and his bunny smile was present in almost all your pictures. Although you had been introduced when he and your younger brother became friends in fifth grade, it soon became evident that he and you were a better friendship fit as after middle school his appearances at your house soon turned from gaming with your brother to watching movies and arguing over anime in your bedroom. He had seen you madly in love with your first boyfriend and then seen you ugly cry, wasted at 2 am after your first breakup. Whereas, you had been there to buy him a cake and blast Lonely Island in his dorm when he lost his virginity in his freshman year of university. Jungkook was comfortable, Jungkook was easy. Plus, your habit of platonic cuddles made you far more comfortable spooning him for two hours than the mysterious Yoongi, who you met four months ago and may or may not be harboring a massive crush on.

“Noona, I can barely fit in there alone! You and hyung are the smallest of the group. It just makes sense!” Jungkook looked proud of his logic, patting your head smugly as you glared at him. You hated that he was now the muscle-bound version of the scrawny kid you used to know but more so you hated that he was entirely justified in his logic.

“But what if we get rear-ended? I will die! Do you want me to die?!” You were exasperated as you stared at the group with wide eyes. This was not how you imagined the end of your summer before the real world to be - with Hosoek’s car filled with all your supplies, taking up most of the backseat, leading to your dilemma. Who had thought it was a good idea to bring an icebox that won’t fit in the trunk? Well, none other than the host, Jin, who insists his steaks needed ample room to breathe in the ice for the ride up to the woods.

“You can get in first, so if we get rear-ended my death will cushion you,” Yoongi spoke softly, looking at you as you blinked dumbfoundedly at him. Although you were sure this was part of his dark humor, you felt a flush creep up your neck at his attempt to dissuade your worries.

Yoongi was introduced to your friends through Namjoon. Your tightly knit group of friends barely talked to anyone else but Namjoon was the social butterfly, always at parties or networking for his Soundcloud growth. He was an amazing rapper, selling out most small clubs he performed at. That’s where he had met Yoongi, befriending him when they performed together, and slowly integrating him into your clan. At first, it didn’t seem like his quiet, introspective persona would fit in your group’s dynamic, what with Jimin and Taehyung’s constant platonic PDA, Hoseok and Namjoon’s rap battles, and Jin, Jungkook and your bickering, but he seemed to have found a groove, seamlessly integrating himself. His deadpan comments whenever Jimin and Taehyung got too much, his addition to the rap battles, and his role as a mediator over your arguments had slowly made Yoongi a solid part of your dynamic in a short amount of time. Even Namjoon and Jin’s girlfriends who had been a part of the crew for over one and two years, respectively, hadn’t gelled in this fast, still feeling like they were eight-wheeling a giant polyamorous group.

“Umm… thanks? But that’s not the point. We shouldn’t have to ride in the trunk because Jin’s precious icebox stole the seat!” You tried to play it cool, ignoring the amused smirk that Jungkook threw your way as he spied your face heating up. He was all too aware of your crush and would take every opportunity to make you feel awkward around Yoongi.

“Okay tell you what. If you guys ride in the back, we’ll give you guys the best room in the house. First pick and everything,” Jin negotiated, clearly annoyed at the situation and wanting to get on the road.

“Alright. One more condition though. You all are buying mine and Yoongi’s drinks for the whole trip.” You acquiesce, because to be honest the master bedroom at Jin’s cottage was the most coveted spot, usually not even up for discussion. It boasted a king bed with the softest mattress imaginable, not to mention the ensuite bathroom consisting of a jacuzzi. You were beyond excited to snag that baby to yourself for the week. Plus, with your alcohol tolerance being among the highest of the group, you were excited not to drop any money on alcohol.

With hums and cheers of agreement, the party started moving along. You climbed in Jin’s trunk first, opting to face Yoongi rather than spoon him awkwardly. He climbed in with much less resistance than you, curling up as far as he could. Space, however, was smaller than you had anticipated and in this position, even though you both crossed your arms, your knees and arm were touching. You were happy when Namjoon abruptly shut the top, engulfing you both in darkness since it hid how red your face had become at the proximity. Your skin felt like it was on fire where it touched his, your heart speeding. You wondered if he could hear it and if it was healthy if it kept this pace for the next two hours.

Surprisingly you could barely hear what was happening in the car, voices coming through in muffled and music barely audible, drowned by the hum of the engine that roared through as the car started moving, slowly jostling you.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked tentatively after a few minutes. “You seemed a bit nervous about getting in.”

“Yeah, it’s just a little claustrophobic.” You weren’t lying, although it felt more so because of your feelings for Yoongi. Although you routinely hang out with him and your friends, practically every day this summer, if you were really counting, you had never once hung out with him alone. Even when he requested to record your vocals for one of his songs, Namjoon had been there. Now just sitting with him alone you felt extremely awkward, unable to deal with your feelings.

“Here, let me turn my flashlight on,” he said as he dug around for his phone in his pocket, one of his calves now between yours. “I heard that light can help with that.”

You were suddenly blinded as he turned on his flashlight. As your eyes adjusted to the onslaught of photons, you saw Yoongi’s face, much closer than you had thought it’d be. Although you had found him attractive since the first time you met him, you had never seen him this close. His cheeks were squished by his shoulder, his long black bangs swept haphazardly across his forehead as his lips pursed in a little pout. You didn’t think you could find him more attractive but he took your breath away. You don’t know how long you just stared at him but your trance was broken as you saw his lips move, registering what he was saying far more slowly than usual.

“I’m sorry you’re in here with me. I’m not the best company, I know.” He averted his gaze opting to look above him.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“I don't know. You wanted to be in here with Jungkook. I understand though, he’s much nicer than I am.” Your heart fell at that. You didn’t think he would be bothered by your insistence to be with Jungkook and you were starting to feel guilty.

“I only said that because I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“You don’t have to say that. It’s fine I get it. You don’t really like me.” He looked into your eyes, trying to search for any dishonesty.

“Of course I like you. What?”

“Oh? It’s just that you never talk to me.” Oh if only he knew the reason why you never talked to him was that you were scared you were going to stumble over your words and make a fool out of yourself.

“I… You never talk to me either!” You tried to move further away from him so he couldn’t make out the flush that was creeping up with your neck, finding you had nowhere else to move to. 

“I always try to talk to you. You either answer in one word or just walk away.” Yoongi didn’t know why he was being so insistent but he needed to know. He had found you interesting the moment he met you. Every joke you made had made him laugh and he would be lying if he didn’t listen to the vocals you recorded for him almost daily. “It’s okay… I’m sorry. You just make me nervous.”

“Me? I make you nervous?” You tried to control the giggle that arose at his comment but were unsuccessful. Why would you make Yoongi of all people nervous? 

“You’re intimidating!” He laughed, smiling at you.

“Sure… Whatever you say Yoongi.”

Soon your conversation moved to a comfortable one, sharing anecdotes about your friends and laughing over their antics. You hadn’t realized how easy it would be to talk to him once you were over your nerves. You hadn’t even thought about the constant voice in your head that made you spaz every time you saw him. However, that was short-lived as suddenly, you were thrown into the darkness, the light from Yoongi’s phone cutting off.

“Ah. Sorry. I think my phone’s dead.” He reaches between you to tap his phone to no avail, his fingertips lightly brushing your skin, making your skin tingle and reminding you again why you were nervous.

“It’s okay.” You don’t know why you whispered, but somehow the dark changed the entire atmosphere - your nerves kicking into high gear again. You could feel the hum of the car, each little bump on the road overtly noticeable. If you didn’t know any better you’d say you could feel his breath on your face. Yoongi felt it too -  the comfort dissipating into tension, making his heart beat faster.

“Careful!” He hisses as the car hits an exceptionally big bump, his hand instinctively reaching out to hold your head to ensure you don’t hit it at the back, while his other goes to your waist to pull you closer. In the cramped space, there was nowhere to go and you could feel your skin heating up where he touched you, sending sparks down your spine.

The air seemed to have thickened between you - the jokes of earlier fading away to make room for whatever this tension was as your heart pounded in your chest, his breath now definitely on your face. Suddenly there’s another bump, and Yoongi takes the opportunity to pull you closer, his jean-clad leg moving further between your bare ones. You suddenly realize how close this leg is to your core, and a slight whimper escapes your lips. His eyes go wide. There’s no way that sound was for him, was it? Regardless of all the times he had dreamt of having you in his arms, surely his mind was playing tricks on him. There was no way you were actually into him like he was into you.

“Y/N…” he says softly as he tries to unsuccessfully make out your eyes in the dark. You feel your face flush as you realize that you didn’t imagine the whimper, you actually made that noise, out loud. Panicking you rack your brain for an excuse, but all you can do is say his name, speaking it breathlessly into the small space.

He feels his heart accelerate when he hears his name from your lips. If he didn’t know any better he would think it almost sounded like a plea. It’s taking all his willpower not to crash his lips against yours, to hear more of your whimpers. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts another bump on the road sends you forward, your hands fisting in his shirt, faces only a hair length apart.

You don’t know who leaned in first but soon your lips are against each other. He feels your soft lips on him and it’s like he’s in a trance. The dark seems to have heightened his senses and it's like he can feel every single movement tenfold. You move your hands from his shirt to the nape of his neck, wanting him closer and it seems that he wants the same as his hand moves from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer.

You feel his tongue on your lips and you oblige, feeling sparks of electricity flow through you as you taste him. He tastes like mint and coffee, a combination that you would have found abhorrent except right now it felt like the sweetest nectar. The kiss is desperate like if you stopped the other would disappear, and it leaves you panting. 

In between kisses, Yoongi grabs your ass, groping it and making you moan in his mouth. A smile makes its way across his face as he relishes your sounds. He can’t believe this is happening. He kisses down your jaw to your neck, wanting to taste every bit of you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you.” You pant in between moans as he sucks on the sensitive juncture where your neck meets your shoulders, the dark igniting a boldness in you. Hearing you say that makes him stop. He wishes he could see your face to see if you were joking, but before he can get too much in his head, he hears you whine his name.

“Me too. Fuck.” He says as he continues kissing your neck as he starts moving your hips, making you grind against him. Even through layers of clothing the friction from his thigh on your clit is palpable, making your breath hitch, your hand holding on to his sleeve at the shoulder. “Is this okay?” 

You can only moan in response as he abandons your hips now that you found a rhythm and moves his hand up towards your chest, moving it under the hem of your shirt. Your skin is deliciously soft as he strokes your stomach gently before he moves to your back in search of a clasp, only to find none. You weren’t wearing a bra and that only made him harder as he cupped your chest, feeling your nipples under his thumb as he grazed over them. The sensation was unbelievable, making you soak your panties, it was like his hands were barely there, making you arch your back, chasing his touch. You could feel your orgasm building as you felt the tension in your stomach build. He had barely even touched you and you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Each sensation felt new. You finally understood what Madonna was talking about in that song.

You pulled his face close to you mewling a “please” against his lips as you crashed your lips against them. You melt into him, the passionate kiss igniting more pleasure in both of you.

“Are you going to cum baby?” He asks, his breath mingling with your pants, the nickname warming your heart, as he pulls your head back gently by your hair, giving him more access to your neck, sucking and kissing, driving you closer to the edge. “Go ahead. Cum on my leg baby.”

The pressure inside you grows as you grind faster, the friction against your clit simultaneously too much and too little. He finally increases the pressure on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he ravishes your mouth with a deep kiss, making you come undone. Your legs shake, your hands grabbing at his shirt and hair, walls clenching around nothing as you cum. 

“Fuck. Yoongi” you whine as you come down from your high, his lips still on your neck, your panties sticking to you.

“God. You’re so hot.” Your moans are still ricocheting through his mind as he takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and kissing the top of it. Even though he didn’t get any relief and his boner still painfully lies against his tight jeans, he doesn’t mind, enjoying your scent as he nuzzles your neck.

“Yoongi, I have to tell you something.” He wishes he could see you. The way you began your sentence makes his heart ache in anticipation as you pause longer. “I like you.”

“I’m glad you don’t kiss people you hate like this.” Yoongi is elated, pulling you in for another kiss, different this time. It’s gentle and he wants to put all the emotions he’s been feeling in it. He wants to show you he likes you just the same, if not more. You pull him closer as you return the kiss, mirroring his tenderness.

“No, I mean I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” It makes his heart race. He can’t believe how lucky he is.

“I’ve been dreaming about you since I met you, do you think I’m going to let you go now?” He chuckles as he kisses your forehead and here cramped in the back of Jin’s car you think you’ve found heaven. “We should really thank Jin and his obsession with steaks, eh?”

You laugh as you feel the car come to a stop, giddy with endorphins, your four-month crush finally coming to fruition. The sunlight is bright when the guys open the trunk, blinding you momentarily before your eyes focus to see Yoongi smile at you, wide with his gums on display. It makes you giggle like a lovestruck teenager when he tucks your hair behind your ear. To Yoongi at that moment, you’re the most beautiful person he’s met. He climbs out of the car, helping you out as well.

“What the fuck? Did you guys make out in the back of my car?” Jin yells as he looks at the two of you and both of you go red at being caught.

“Umm… no. Why would you say that?” You avert your gaze from the broad-shouldered man bashfully as he looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“Noona, hyung has your lipstick all over his face.” Jungkook supplies, a cocky smirk on his face, and that’s when you register Yoongi’s lips and jaw painted your signature red, making you laugh uncontrollably.

“Whatever. It looks good on me.” Yoongi says with a drawl and an eye roll as he holds your hand in his. “Let’s just go to the cottage, okay?”

He leads the group, your fingers intertwined. That week you make sure to take advantage of the room you both won. The jacuzzi does wonders to heal your soreness from your adventures in the king-sized bed, much to the chagrin of Hoseok who had the unfortunate luck of sleeping in the room next door.

[star-lemonade]

Country Side Vacation (2/2)

Rating: R (AO3: E)

A.C.E Junhee x Reader x A.C.E Donghun

Word count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, romance

CW: smut, mentions of overstimulation, threesome, friends with benefits, a bit of unnamed ex bashing xD

Request: Ok so this is random and it just came to me and I just thought I need it from you bc you’re the only one I know who wrote Poly- So basically can I request something where it’s like you and all of ace are friends and there’s a water fight or whatever that you walk in on and coincidentally you’re wearing a white shirt and it becomes see through but you don’t realise and join the water fight and then ace get flustered and it’s just a nerve war and teasing back and forth and some spice and ty ❤️

Splash. The cold water brought you forcefully back to the present, to Junhee’s parent’s yard and the water gun fight that had escalated while you had been daydreaming.

There was a sudden silence as the five guys looked at you in shock. Sehyoon had not moved from the spot where he had swung the contents of the bucket at you. Chan who had been the intended recipient apologized.

“Oh no! I’m sorry!”

Junhee ran up to you but tripped and stumbled on the way.

“I guess Sehyoon thought you needed a shower.”

Donghun’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Oh, ha. Ha.”

You felt annoyed because of his taunt. It should not aggravate you as much as it did. Yes this was why you had never made a move on him. He had a cruel streak to him. An ability to put the finger where it hurt most.

“I will get you a change of clothes. Come!”

Junhee had composed himself, buttoned up his shirt halfway, which made it look even more inviting to take it off and gestured towards the house.

Inside it was cooler and you shivered. Junhee led you up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. There were not a lot of personal items here so you guessed this was a guest room. He opened the closet door and rummaged for something you could wear.

“Here.”

In his outstretched hand were a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Both look too big for you. Were you imagining it or was he a bit nervous?

Something soft and heavy landed on your head. You flinched.

“You will need one of these.”

Donghun’s hands rubbed the towel over your wet hair as Junhee watched, biting his lip.

“You really need to get out that shirt.”

The low whisper made a shiver run down your spine. He wants me to take off my clothes? An arm wrapped around your middle and you suppressed a gasp.

“It’s almost transparent after all. Now what do we do when the others see you.”

You were stunned. All thoughts had vacated your mind. There was only the heat of Donghun’s hand on you and the soft towel on your head. Was that his breath on your neck?

“Hyung.”

Junhee was still there. How you could have forgotten he was in the room was beyond you. The buttons on his shirt were not properly buttoned and your fingers itched to align them as intended. Junhee and Donghun looked at each other.

“I will leave you two alone.”

Donghun’s hand disappeared and he left through the open door. You were sure your face looked like a tomato and you felt a bit bad that Junhee had witnessed it. Even though you were not exclusive by any means, or even a couple, it felt like something you should be sorry about.

Trying to pretend like nothing happened, you took off your shirt. Getting naked in front of Junhee seemed normal at this point. He had seen you clothless many times, there was no point in getting nervous now.

You loved the fabric of the shirt. It was faded blue and very soft from frequent washing.

“So what do you think?”

The clothes were not very stylish or sexy but you could not have guessed by Junhee’s expression. A blush had crept onto his face and he swallowed audibly before answering.

“It suits you.”

An old pair of shorts and a wash out tee suits me? What an odd thing to say. He looked away trying to find anything else to focus on.

“Let’s go down stairs before they break anything.”

Downstairs you found Donghun and Yuchan sitting in the shade under a tree in the garden.

“Where are the other two?”

“Getting some food. For lunch.”

For the evening Junhee’s parents had left a feast to be prepared on the grill. They had marinated meat and filled the fridge with side dishes. You were sure that you were going to explode from the amount of food you would eat later.

A huff came from Junhee.

“More like they wanna have some alone time.”

“Oh Junhee, leave them be. At least that way they don’t sneak around here.”

Donghun did not give any indication that the situation upstairs had happened. Why had he done that?

Indeed Byeongkwan and Sehyoon returned an hour later with food from the convenient store that was 5 minutes away. Judging from the faraway look on Sehyoon’s face, Junhee had probably been right about their alone time.

By the time you had eaten, it was time to start preparing dinner.

“That’s how it’s supposed to be on holiday. You just eat and sleep.”

Chan grinned and sat the bag of coals next to the grill.

“Can you do this?”

Junhee asked and gestured at the bag. He did not trust any of the guys to do it and not burn down his parents house.

“Sure.”

Coal was not your favorite but you started the fire and watched the black glaze over white. Chan sat the container with the meat down next to the grill.

“You look like a miner.”

Donghun rubbed something off your face with a disapproving frown. You had smeared coal dust all over.

“Don’t.”

You swatted his hand away. _I know I’m dirty. No need to feel superior. _

“That looks perfect.”

Junhee beamed at you after looking at the white coals in the grill. That smile could melt ice and stop wars.

“I knew I could trust you with this.”

He handed you a can of beer.

The food was delicious and you ate too much. The sun was beginning to set and it was cooler now. The leftovers compelled you to take another bit and you gave in.

You picked up a spoonful of rice and sauce. Unfortunately halfway to your mouth you got distracted and felt the impact on your shirt. You looked down and saw a chili red stain on your chest.

“Look at you, so clumsy.”

Donghun whispered next to you. Your lips trembled. Why is he picking on me so much? You shot up and stormed into the house.

_I know I’m ugly and clumsy. No need to point it out every second. _

Junhee caught your arm on the stairs. You had not even heard him calling out your name.

“Hey. Is everything alright?”

HIs brows were furrowed and his hand had tightly onto your arm as if you were at flight risk.

“I just…Donghun…”

He took two steps up which put you on the same step.

“Let’s go to my room.”

His room turned out to be the one you had been in earlier and where you had gotten the clothes.

“What is with Donghun?”

You sighed.

“He is always saying these hurtful things to me…”

Junhee studied your face and you looked away. The double bed was made which seemed surprising to you. On the other hand you had never been to Junhee’s apartment and night had he ever spent the night at your place. He had always left.

“You think his comments are hurtful?”

What a weird question. He is always making fun of me. Does Junhee not see it the same way. He stepped a bit closer and his hands came up to your shoulders.

“Is it possible that you are a bit sensitive?”

Your first instinct was to deny that you were being “sensitive” but Junhee did not seem to agree with your point of view.

“Do you… maybe… like Donghun?”

The question came seemingly out of the blue, but it made you feel even more defensive.

“No.”

It had come out too fast to be convincing and sounded more like the opposite. Which, of course, was the case. Donghun had his good moments when he was not being a brutally honest sadistic jerk. Junhee for his part was pretty naive but even he could tell you were lying. You sighed.

“I like him, okay? It’s just…. He is so… he can be… ehmm… too much. He can be kinda brutal in what he says.”

“Because you care what he thinks of you and it hurts when he is making fun of you.”

Sometimes you forgot the Junhee was good at picking up social things. He could read your mind. Or so it seemed at times.

“Yes.”

You felt like a puncture balloon, slowly deflating. It had been on your mind for such a long time that it felt odd to have said it to someone. The fact that someone else knew made your feelings more real.

“Maybe you should do something about that.”

His thumbs drew slow circles on your shoulders. Junhee was so supportive it made you emotional. Such a good soul. Never leave me.

“Junhee…”

Arms wrapped around you and next thing you knew your nose was buried in the nape of his neck. He held you tight.

“You can do it.”

His smell was familiar and immediately, unconsciously relaxed you. It was the smell of cuddling, movie nights and good times.

“I believe in you.”

Don’t make me cry, Junhee. You hugged him tighter. He kissed on top of your head and rocked you from side to side.

“Let’s go back. You can get him alone later.”

You nodded. Even though you wanted to stay in his arms you let go.

When you left the room, your heart jumped while Junhee literally jumped. There was a figure standing in the hallway next to the door.

“Hyung! You scared the living shit out of me!”

Junhee whined at Donghun. You on the other hand were more concerned with how long he had been there and, more importantly, how much he had heard.

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be.”

Junhee pouted but Donghun was not looking at him.

“I’m sorry my teasing hurt you.”

He looked down and wrung his hands.

“I actually like you a lot.”

This was not how you expected this evening to go. You were speechless.

“Donghun…”

“Sorry for eavesdropping, too”

So he had heard. Oh this is not good. What do I do?

“Can I make it up to you somehow?”

He met your eyes and smiled sweetly. It seemed like he was sincere in feeling sorry about hurting you and your heart felt warm. A warm fuzzy feeling radiated from it through your body.

“Maybe you can make her feel good?”

Junhee suggested suggestively. You turned around to look at him in shock. If someone had asked you before, if Junhee would ever suggest to someone else to fuck you, you would have said no. He had always seemed attached to you and you always thought he wanted you to himself.

“Would you… like that?”

Donghun got your attention back with his question. Would I?

“…yes.”

Your answer was quiet and breathless. Donghun looked stunning, you noted. The sleeveless shirt showed off his arms and his long hair was untied now.

“Good. Have fun.”

Junhee passed you and was almost to the stair when Donghun said: “Wait.”

Junhee stopped with his hand on the railing.

“Do you want to stay?”

He looked very confused at this question. Donghun studied your face and added:

“I think she would like that, am I right?”

It was true. Junhee felt safe and if there was a way for him to stay, you would love that. You nodded.

“If that’s okay with you, both of you, then yes I would love that.”

Your face was on fire but you had gotten that out surprisingly confidently. Junhee thought for a moment while you tried hard not to let your nervousness show.

“Okay.”

He came back and three of you entered the room you had left before. Donghun closed the door and pushed you and Junhee against it. Junhee’s back was pressed to the door, you to his chest and Donghun was behind you. You could feel his breath on your neck, hot against your cool skin, and then his lips made contact. They moved down to the nape of your neck and you gasped. Junhee, who had been taken aback, started to move too. He cupped your face and brought your lips together. It felt like coming home after a hard day. Your hands dug into the fabric of his shirt. It was thin, too thin to keep the heat of his body from escaping. Junhee was an amazing kisser, but the way his thumb brushed over your face made your heart flutter even harder. It was so tender.

When Donghun switched to the other side of your neck you sighed into the kiss, starting to feel wound up. Being sandwiched between these two guys was hot, figuratively and literally. Donghun pulled away and you seized the opportunity to get some air. Junhee’s lips were redder than before, slightly swollen. It suited him well.

You turned around and grabbed Donghun’s shirt. He let himself be pulled in, as you leaned back so Junhee was still pressed against the door. Donghun’s lips were full and warm. The kiss started a bit more tentative but he got bolder fast. You revelled in the feeling of Donghun’s tongue in your mouth and the little gasps Junhee made, when you ground your ass against his hips. It was always lovely to hear him, to the point where you suspected a little kink coming in.

Donghun pulled away when it started to get interesting.

“I think Junhee really wants to take your clothes off.”

A wicked smile appeared on Donghun’s face. You looked over your shoulder at a very flushed Junhee.

“Now that you mention it, he has been very weird since it put them on…”

He bit his lip and avoided your eyes. His shirt was asking to be unbuttoned. You ran your hands up, over his chest to his shoulders.

“Tell me.”

“You’re wearing my clothes. It’s so hot.”

There was fire burning in his eyes as he said that. You had never worn his clothes before and the thought had never crossed your mind either. Now however you felt your face burn. You agreed, it was hot.

Junhee’s hands flew to your hips and began moving up. The palms of his hands ran over your sides as he pushed the shirt up and over your head. A kiss followed, but he cut it short and spun you around.

“Take his shirt off.”

You huffed but did as he wished. Donghun was slightly more built than Junhee and your hands flew to his chest as if it was magnetic. He watched your face as you ran your hands off his hot skin. Being shirtless was the optimal way to get as much of your skin against his. You wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed his neck. He even let his head sink to the other side to give you better access. Donghun was undeniably worked up as evident by how hard he was against you.

“Tell me, how do you want to go about this?”

They had both lost their clothes and you did not know where to look. Junhee was the most gorgeous person in every room he had ever entered and Donghun with his longer hair and piercings was positively breathtaking.

“I mean don’t think we have time for …ehm I don’t know if you like it..”

“In the butt?”

You offered flatly. Poor Junhee it’s not easy for him too, today.

“Maybe Donghun can fuck me and I will take you to my mouth?”

It sounded obscene to say out loud and your face had not stopped burning since this started.

“Fine with me. Junhee?”

He only nodded with a tense face. You got on the bed deciding doggy style was the way to go today.

“Do you have condoms?”

“Yes.”

Junhee opened his suitcase and rummaged inside. Donghun used the time to run his hand down your back to your ass and give it a squeeze. His fingers came down to your clit and he circled it. A sigh escaped you and you let your head sink to the mattress as he continued to rub it. One finger entered you, curled up inside and left too soon.

“Here.”

Junhee sat on the bed by your head. He patted your hair and you came back up to your hands.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, start already,” you whined.

He did not waste any more time and pushed in. You moaned at the wonderful feeling of being filled. This whole day had put you on edge and now it was finally paying off.

“You feel so good Hunnie. Don’t stop.”

His rhythm faltered when you said that. I hit a nerve, haven’t I?

“Fuck me harder, Hunnie.”

He grunted disapprovingly but his thrusts came harder now. You did not know if it was the nickname or something else that he liked. Junhee sat on the bed watching with an uncomfortable looking erection. It was hard to hold yourself up on one hand, so you got down on your elbow and used your other hand to stroke Junhee. He closed his eyes and bit his lips, so he did not see it coming when you took him into your mouth. His hips jerked and it took everything from him not to thrust up.

Donghun had slipped out when you had moved forward without warning. He ran his tip down to your swollen clit and back up, circling your entrance just to make you go insane.

Unfortunately you could not say anything about that because you were busy with Junhee. When he finally pushed back in, it was with a pace that was neither fast nor slow, but made up for it with force. You moaned and had to get your mouth off Junhee who was breathing very controlled. That, you had seen before. He was closed but did not want to come yet.

“Junhee, let me hear you, please.”

The control he had on his breathing broke and he moaned as stroked him. You clenched around Donghun at the sound, breathy and beautiful.

“Oh, Junhee, so good, so gorgeous, don’t stop.”

He shuddered at the praise and moaned again, louder this time. The sound almost pushed you over the edge. Almost.

You rested your head on his thigh and watched as he calmed down.

Donghun leaned forward and his breath tickled your neck.

“Do you want to turn around?”

“Sounds good.”

While the doggy style had been enjoyable, it was also unlikely for you to come in it. Donghun’s face was tense and his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, when he entered you again. This time you were on your back and wrapped your legs around his hips. He let you control the pace and settled for kissing your chest. His tongue ran over your nipple and you flexed your inner muscles for more friction. You were so close now, your fingers tangled in his hair and legs guiding him into the perfect pace. His moan came so unexpectedly. He had been very quiet before but now his wonderful voice came out. You came to his moan in your ear.

A few erratic thrusts later he collapsed on top of you.

Epilogue

Chan had his arms crossed and glared as you exited the house into the garden. A sour expression on his face. He sat completely alone in front of a dwindling camp fire.

“Seriously?”

He pouted but instead of funny it looked hurt.

“Everyone is off, having sex and I’m here alone.”

“Chanie..”

He looked away sulkily as Donghun tried to contain the damage.

“Maybe.”

You sat down on his lap which caught him by surprise.

“Maybe next time you say something beforehand.”

His hair was beautifully soft and twisted a finger in it. Mouth wide open he could not say a word.

A/N: I hope you liked it anon :))