#screammmm it's Them

[skyblueartt]

GOD I truly gotta draw William and Henry in college more often cuz that was FUN

[adamwarlock]

AWWOOOOOOHHH AAAHHHHHGHHH

[3416]

it is GLORIOUS in person

[leviathiane]

Urgh… this page has been taking over my life … I owe oda my life.. female hearts crew 😳😭

[eeunwoo]

https://twitter.com/thvkookss_/status/1690090309399588864?s=20

This is 🤡 at this point.

they are such losers who’s gonna tell them eunwoo and sohee filmed a whole webtoon trailer together from before jjk was even in the picture 😩

[sailermoon]

just saw someone do a speed run of totk with 4 hearts and links tighty whities as the only armor…i feel sick

[6ebe]

Gonna fly to monza and punch these commentators “sainz has had the edge on leclerc during the whole weekend including the race” were you looking at their lap times ????

[gothamcityneedsme]

screammm i had gotham knights 100%-ed tho im like. AHHHRHGH i thought i was DONE

[satoruhour]

Just thought of something FREAKY in class… Single father Satoru looking for a babysitter and you’re looking for a side income during semester break and the tension goes crazy!!!! “We should’t be doing this my son will wake up” I’M GONNA SCREAMMMM

BLISS, PURE BLISS

a/n: happy new year LMFAOOO. thank you for all the asks btw i promise ill answer them asap 🥹 / @shotorus @osaemu @shidouryusm @mysugu @hyomagiri ♱

wc: 6.4k

warnings: ‘onee-san’ used but more of just addressing reader as an older figure because saying babysitter is kinda weird lol (kind of like how chinese people use 姐姐 even if they are not related), fem!reader, dilf!gojo, age gap (gojo in his late 30s, reader in mid-20s), angst if u squint, bit of slow burn n tension, making out, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, praise, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, p -> v sex, multiple rounds, consensual filming, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“no fucking way . .” you mumble mostly to yourself, standing in front of the largest house of the gated community in roppongi, and while you knew the people here were excessively and obnoxiously rich, you’re never quite prepared until you’re getting a key card specifically mailed to your name just so you could enter.

you’re not even shameful when you take a video to send to your best friends, locking your screen almost immediately because you knew you’d never get to the job on time if you replied to them. with calculated steps, you’re walking up the house that’s designed with a modern structure, yet still retaining characteristics of a traditional japanese home. it’s less prominent at the front of the house, though.

“(y/n)-san, was it?” a voice startles you out of your ogling sessions. if the garden was already this nice, what would be in store for you when you went in? you’ll be finding out soon when your employer himself opens the door to you, a man with striking white hair and equally striking blue eyes that seem to look right into you. he’s dressed in a suit, probably no doubt ready to get to work while you’re out here taking your time. you cringe, immediately walking up to the door.

“y-yes! yes, i’m sorry sir, i was just uhm—”

he holds that intimidating stare just for a moment but then he breaks into a smile that mirrors the bright sun that shines down on the porch.

“it’s alright . . it’s not everyday you’re working at some rich guy’s house, right?” he jokes but that strikes a little ick into you — he’s already ticking the boxes of obnoxious and excessively rich, but you hate the effect he’s having on you.

“yeah . . no, i guess,” he hums in reply before sticking a hand out.

“gojo satoru,” he introduces himself, “call me anything but that sir shit, alright, doll?”

you nod obediently, trying not to let the little pet name get to your head because he probably does this to any babysitter who comes through the house, but either way, he’s welcoming you in and it’s like you step into a world unreal. it’s spotless, the floors shining under the sunlight, a large television in the living room, a spacious open concept dining-kitchen area, and this is just the first floor.

gojo takes his time to show you the house — where his kid’s toys were, where the food was, where the bathrooms and bedrooms were, it was never-ending. every step you took made you feel like you were walking the length of the nile, each turn only revealing more rooms and corridors.

and then, finally, his baby boy.

“he’s a cheeky one, takes after his dad,” even with all the cockiness he’s shown to you, you can tell he has a soft spot for his kid. the boy stirs from his father’s voice, gleaming in happiness as he puts out his smaller hands to be picked up. as he settles into his arms, it’s just sinking in how tall your employer is. he makes a toddler look like a baby with how small his son looks wrapped snugly.

“satoshi, hi,” he whispers, bouncing the kid in his arms, “want to say hi to your onee-san?”

you manage a small wave but all he does is turn to hide in his father’s arms, definitely scared from a random stranger suddenly talking to him.

“she’s going to be taking care of you for the next month or so, you know?” he mumbles, brushing a hand through the matching white hair, “be nice to the babysitter, okay?”

all satoshi does is hum into his dad’s neck before he’s giving you a sheepish smile. “he’s like that, don’t worry about him.” and you return the smile, thinking that he wasn’t that obnoxious that you thought and that maybe he’s really a dad trying his hardest for his one kid. you realise he’s taking too much time, though, and so you sought out to remind him.

“oh, uh sir— gojo-san, don’t you have to go to work?”

although he’s mentioned satoshi to be taking after him, the boy goes right back to sleeping when he’s put back into his bed so you follow gojo as he adjusts his cuffs and smoothes out his collar just outside the room and you make the mistake of glancing upon the mirror on the far end of the corridor — it was undeniable that you looked like a high-end couple who’s newly married and raising a kid. you try to shake off the thoughts of adjusting his tie for him.

“it’s not being late if you’re on top.” he smirks and you resist the urge to roll your eyes; at least you weren’t alone in purging the delusional thoughts from your head, he was basically helping you at this point and you struggle between characterising him as conceited and admirable. “but, yeah, i should get going.”

but he stands at the door with backpack slung onto one shoulder while he continues to explain satoshi’s routines to you, his habits and also had to sneak in a few cute photos of the kid while squealing repeatedly and you’re left wondering how this guy could be the CEO of a company.

it’s been like that for as long as you can remember — bidding goodbye to your parents as you tell them that you’re off to your part-time job over the winter break. they’re happy you’re even leaving the house, shoving your lunch into your hands with big smiles that you’re at least doing anything other than sitting in your room. the train ride to the gated residential was nice, too, apart from the very crowded subways for people going to work in roppongi.

gojo greets you every morning when you arrive, reminding you of satoshi’s feeding times and his favourite shows and everything a father should know but don’t have the luxury to experience with aforementioned kid. it’s a little bittersweet, every time you see him kiss satoshi goodbye that turns into remaining in his room, to holding your hand and saying goodbye to daddy from the second floor, to getting carried by you at the front door.

it’s slow but sure progress day after day, from watching his cartoons, feeding him at the kitchen island, playing with his toys, that satoshi feels more and more comfortable with you, learning that while he was a well-behaved boy, he definitely had hints of your employer in him. mannerisms, words, voice, you wonder whether he even got any part of his mother in his genes.

you’d never ask, though, but it was told. unexpectedly.

“i’m home—” the last parts of his word die down into a whisper when he opens the door to see satoshi cuddled up to you, the last bits of home alone playing softly. by now you already know what happens in the movie so you’re texting your friends and laughing softly to yourself, jumping when your boss steps past the doorway. gojo winces when he checks his watch (“fuck. it’s already ten.”), toeing his shoes off and apologising simultaneously.

“oh— man, i’m so sorry, i had a late meeting with the CEO of our neighbouring franchise, i totally forgot about the time—” gojo’s quick to make his way down to the small pit of the house (he likes to call it the conversation pit), settling down on the side where satoshi had his head in your lap as his eyes linger on the movie. instinctively, his hands reach to pat his leg.

“oh, it’s okay, gojo-san, it’s the holidays anyway.”

“yeah?” he turns to you, one arm propped on the back of the sofa, “and why don’t a pretty girl like you have any plans?”

that catches you off-guard, among the many other times he’s called you pretty or sweets like no care in the world. you’re never quite used to it, too, seeking to fluster you. “you shouldn’t say stuff like that to me, gojo-san . .”

“why not?” he’s turned back to the television, now, and you take his place, staring at his side profile as the scenes of the movie move along his face. “i’m a single dad, aren’t i?”

“yeah but . . you could have anyone.”

“what if,” he turns and you chicken out, head snapping back to the front while he watches you and the both of you cannot deny the tiring dance you perform around each other all the time. the clench in his heart when he sees you carry his baby boy at the porch and the small smile he gives you every morning before he leaves for his job. he doesn’t want to go through with it and sighs.

it’s become hard to breathe around you. it’s become hard to hold himself back around you.

“i worked too much.” he suddenly says, facing the TV again. “i was too engrossed and . .”

confusion seeps in at first. yeah, it was no secret he worked his ass off despite being at the very top. your gaze falls to satoshi, curling more into your side like he’s cold and you adjust the blanket. you nod in recognition.

“we fought a lot. i tried— i tried to alter my schedule as much as i could, driving to and fro whenever she needed me, bringing satoshi to work as a baby when we couldn’t come to a compromise, but it was a lot. for her, for satoshi. he could sense whenever we were about to fight, on edge voices, items clattering to the floor . .”

by now, he’s leaned back, back of his hand resting on his forehead, “and he’d cry like he was interrupting us. cheeky, i told you,” and his eyes close, “we hardly reached middle ground. it was either this or that, hire a nanny or we take care of him, my endless job or the joy of life. i’m ashamed that i’ve prioritised my job more, and still do it now.”

“if you didn’t, i wouldn’t be here, would i?”

that draws a chuckle out of him, “correct.”

“she couldn’t take it, not when she was a businesswoman on top of that. she was out doing herself at every aspect in her job, going to greater heights, and while she accused me of putting work first, she isn’t entirely innocent, either. but that’s . .”

“you don’t have to say anything, gojo-san,” you mumble as you watch the reunion of the characters in the movie before the screen cuts the black, no doubt affecting him in some way at the warmth displayed by the movie that contrasts heavily with his situation, “the fact that you even told me is . .”

the heavy atmosphere is disrupted by satoshi gasping, “papa! you’re home.”

you exchange awkward smiles as you watch the boy fight his way out of the blanket to hug gojo, the latter huffing when the boy drops his body weight on him and you take it as a sign to give them a bit of privacy, standing up to clean up the popcorn and cups. laughter and your employer’s voice resonate throughout the place even as they go up the stairs, a rare occasion where gojo is able to get his son ready for bed.

it’s only maybe an hour later when the house falls into silence. mouth burning from the mouthwash, the heater in satoshi’s room turned to a high setting, one bedtime story was read (which, he fell asleep halfway), the boy was out like a light. you felt it inappropriate to leave without at least saying goodbye, but you also didn’t want to cut into their time together; at least, that’s what you told yourself.

so you waited with your things on the kitchen island, getting a risky text just as gojo comes down, still in his suit from work.

[11:02pm, nobara -> you] BITCH GET THAT DICKKKKK!!!!!!! 

and you yelp softly, slamming your phone down onto his marble counter. thankfully, he doesn’t notice, eyes close to shutting from fatigue. 

“oh, shit, you’re still here?”

“i thought it would be, weird, if i didn’t say goodbye,” you get ready to leave, slinging your tote bag on, “but i also didn’t want to intrude on your time with satoshi, limited as it is.” well, you did also wish something would happen, but you had too much pride to admit it to yourself.

“you got a ride home?” he yawns and you feel guilty for extending your stay already. you didn’t even need to worry about the front door, he lived in a gated community for christ’s sake!

“um, not really, but i can always book an uber home.”

“i’ll drive you home, it’s unsafe,” is all he says like he’s trying to convince himself, “let me just get changed and we can go.”

gojo doesn’t leave you any room to protest before he’s up the stairs again and you’re left with a pounding heart and dizzy head, not sure what might ensue. you know him to be honourable; you’ve seen him with his child, you’ve seen him interact with his neighbours, but a late ride with your boss sounds sketchy as it is.

but it doesn’t feel like it when you feel the tokyo wind blowing through your hair, a slight gap in the window bringing you the chills of the night as he silently drives you back home. sitting in your employer’s car most of all felt weird, but even more so when he’s reaching your home faster than the gps system had predicted. his knuckles are white.

“you—”

your head snaps to him, “yes?”

his car headlights are the brightest in the parking lot where every car is silent, quiet, much like his clammy hands and red cheeks. gojo satoru turns to you, feeling that familiar tug in his heart and lump in his throat for the first time in a while, and he can’t speak.

but you lean forward like your life depends on it and you leap inwardly when you see that he does the same. eyes trained forward, your stares boring into the other, waiting to see who’d close their eyes first. you just stop short of an inch, met with the hypnotising swirls of raging oceans in gojo’s eyes and you swallow when his eyes flit down to your lips and back up like he wouldn’t get caught.

with shaking hands, your fingers trace over his lips and you sigh when you feel just how soft they are, just like his skin, just like his eyes when they look at satoshi. your heart skips a beat when he just lightly kisses the pads of your fingers, and that encourages you to cradle his cheek, up his jaw, up his undercut.

“let’s just kiss, yeah?” he was afraid that if he spoke too loud, he’d shatter the glass, snap the string of tension, voice cracking until you swallow it, you stomach his nervousness with a lively, strong kiss from your lips to his, and he just melts.

gojo hums into the kiss, leaning forward over the stick shift and into the passenger seat before you counter it with your own movements: hand on his shoulders and pushing until you’re on his space of the driver’s seat and playing the game of tug that’s been going on for the past few weeks. you win.

“god, you’re so . .” gojo whines out when you climb onto him, whispering into your mouth while you get comfortable in your straddling position, cutting him off with a second, rougher kiss and you both moan softly, passion taking over in the evident way your arms scramble to wrap around him while he pulls you flush against his front.

the car is filled with sounds of your kissing, something that definitely shouldn’t be done in his home and yet you risk it all in your home’s parking lot. you break the kiss and hide in his neck, already starting the makings of a hickey there while your pelvis selfishly grinds into his front and he kneads your ass. in the mingling of breaths and moans, he’s left to stop the two of you when there’s a muffled ringtone coming from your bag and you swallow at the insanity of the situation.

“i’ll see you, monday, right?” gojo breathlessly says later, bulge still showing through his sweats while you hang outside the driver’s side, not wanting to leave. he takes your hand, planting a peck on it and then brings you in for another harmless kiss.

“yeah, gojo-san . . monday.”

you lose count of how many times you’ve swallowed throughout the night, but he says something to lift the mood just a bit.

“we just made out and you’re still calling me by my last name?”

you laugh lightly, “monday, satoru. i’ll be there, same time, on monday.”

gojo leaves a farewell kiss to the inside of your wrist, “attagirl.”

 but if you’re not careful, it might just happen in satoru’s house.

the remainder of your employment at his house is tiring. it’s so hard not to kiss him before he leaves for work, so difficult not to long for him while you take care of satoshi, so entirely harrowing not to claim him as yours as you watch him play after his work. at this point, you’re hoping school will just start soon and the rush of assignments and readings will take your mind off of it, but you cannot deny the excitement every time you leave your house.

“you’ll bring food and cook every monday, wednesday, friday, and i’ll order food for the both of you every tuesday and thursday, how’s that?” gojo thinks it’s time to introduce him to larger pieces of food, but it’s gone past that by now and to your meal arrangements.

“i’m okay with cooking, though!” you assure him, and plus, you loved your parents’ home cooked bentos that they give you everyday, “do we gotta?”

“sorting out meals is tiring, (y/n),” gojo takes the place beside you, leaning against the counter just like you before drinking out of his cup, “i want to at least help at little.”

“you already are.” you smile, “i can see you making the effort.”

“it’s not enough, though, i could be doing better.”

gojo hates how this scene sets up — like two parents just figuring out the best for their kid — it’s a callback to the memory in the same exact kitchen. at least all you do is kiss and make out, because he wouldn’t know what to do if you moan out his name in that same intimate way that threatens his walls to come down again. he loved sex, he loved the bedroom, but he’s riding a thin line the way he’s doing with you.

“you are,” is everything that you say, and you leap forward to kiss him. you do it so hard that he has to put down the glass to fully embrace you, walking you backwards to the conversation pit and he carries you so effortlessly because he doesn’t want you walking backwards down some stairs.

he hates how you bring him into your lips, he hates how gently he lays you down, and he hates how you accept the kisses down your neck and body. you, on the other hand, aren’t doing so well, either — it’s either a hit or miss with a broken man like gojo satoru, and you’re stepping on glass shards hoping you don’t say anything wrong with him because he’s trying his best but he just can’t see it.

“are you okay with this?” he asks halfway down your torso and he gets lightheaded from how well his hands cover your waist. “tell me to stop, and i’ll stop.”

“n-no . . keep going, satoru.”

he exhales shakily at that, fingers tugging your top up and his hands are so cold you resist shivering, but you do anyway from the sheer fucking craziness that gojo drives you into. one pop of your button, and you’re already lifting your hips off the couch for him to remove your pants but movement on the stairs make you halt.

“papa?” satoshi calls out sleepily, rubbing his eyes and pouting. you can see it, almost, with how much time you’ve spent with the kid, and you hope he can’t see you. “i . . i had a nightmare and i just— i wanna sleep with you.”

he’s started sniffling and you feel your heart break that he knows his papa well enough to know he would never sleep in his room. his job always has him sleeping out in the living room.

go. you mouth, kissing your fingers and pressing it to his lips before he puts on a show — yawning, stretching his arms, already making satoshi feel at ease with his theatrics before he’s stopping at the foot of the stairs to look back at you. you already know gojo satoru has redeemed himself a hundred times over. i’ll see you tomorrow. 

funnily, satoshi somehow does have some intervention powers, because each time the both of you attempt to go down on each other, he’s either saying he threw up, or he needs to use the toilet, or that he’s hungry. while you both love him to death, it’s also becoming difficult to hold back each time you see each other. his car in your parking lot is all he has and you dare not to go to his workplace where rumours would spark.

so after a tiring night of getting a hyper satoshi to sleep, you’d at least try. at this point, you know not to expect too much out of it, starting always with some talking. it was easy to talk to your boss, and when you phrase it like that, it did come off a little strange, but it was far from that when your boss in his late 30s looked just like he did ten years ago and that he had crazy blue eyes and insane white hair and was hot.

“thank you for taking care of him for the past month and a half,” gojo thanked you, leaning over to give you a peck to the temple, “it means a lot.”

“he’s a sweet boy, plus, i do need the money,” you giggle, nudging him, “and it did let me get to know you . .”

“certainly,” he mumbles. drunk off your scent, he leans in again, kissing you fully on the lips now. you hum softly, going on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. swiftly, he props you on the kitchen counter and you yelp in surprise, unable to help the throb of your pussy when he slots himself in between your legs.

jokingly, he puts his hand to his ear. “no satoshi interruption tonight?”

you smack his shoulder, “don’t jinx it.”

he laughs, a proper laugh before he sighs shakily, fingers thumbing your sides gently. “you know . . we shouldn’t be doing this,” you feel your heart sink a little, but he quells it with hovering lips over yours, “he could hear and wake up.”

“then why have you been accepting all my kisses, gojo satoru?” your eyes challenge him, but you know one touch from him would have you submitting to him. his breath fans over your lips, and you can feel his pulse speed up when your fingers go over his neck, to his nape, to his undercut. you run your fingertips through it.

“you have too much power over me, simple.” that sentence has your eyes fluttering close. it’s too much for you and yet you welcome it with open arms, “it’s become so bad that you’re all i think about.”

“is that so?” you pull lightly on his hair.

he nods, foreheads touching now and he’s trying to hold himself back, but, “i’ve been holding back, entirely too much, baby, and i don’t think i can, anymore.”

“yeah?” you whisper, bringing him in with your legs, “show me, then.”

gojo satoru decides that maybe taking the leap isn’t so bad, so he fully gives himself to you, tugging your lips to his in a clashing kiss that has you groaning in pain just a bit. he giggles and apologises and tries again, and this time, it’s got your hips moving against him, whimpering into his mouth. gojo’s hard just from kissing, something that he’s desperate to relieve himself off so — he’s whispering for you to hang on while he slots his hands under your ass and lifts you.

satoru knows his house well, walking up with you in tow and lips still on yours, right into his room. you giggle when he plops you down and he’s already looking forward to ravishing you, but —

“let me check on satoshi for a sec.”

you laugh silently, “of course, satoru, go.”

and once your boss’ made sure his son is out cold in slumber, he’s all over you again and definitely showing you how much he’s been holding himself back. you’re the pure focus of the night, making you chase for more when he pulls away and kissing down your body. he worships it, tongue circling a nipple while his hand plays with the other, eyes staring holes into yours from how intense the blue was.

“s-satoru . .”

“yes, sweets, what is it?”

“feels good—” you whine, back arching into his hold once he leaves your tits and continues down your body. each kiss is like hellfire against your cold skin, and he pops a button and listens out again, both of you sighing in relief and giggling to each other when you don’t hear a knock on the door.

“does it? good.” it’s tantalisingly slow, the pace at which gojo peels your clothes off, but when your pants are finally off, he marvels at your beauty as he brings your legs apart. you’re shy, hiding yourself behind your arms and resisting his hands.

“aht, no, c’mon, show yourself, baby.” he only moans when he sees the dark patch at the centre of your underwear, pressing a finger into your clit and you’re ashamed at how intensely you react to it. gojo continues his torture, thumbing your bud just to watch your face contort into pleasure, “so, so pretty.”

you preen at the praise, even more so when he pulls your panties to the side and sucks slowly on your clit. it’s slow, again, and you’re clutching the sheets so tight when he lays his tongue flat against your pussy. satoru takes his time, savouring each bit of your cunt to make up for lost time, filling the room with the lewdest noises of your sopping cunt on his tongue.

“taste so fuckin’ sweet, pussy’s s’good,” he practically moans into your core, arms wrapping around your thighs to bring you closer while you try to keep your noises down to a minimum. little pants and mewls leave your lips, eyes never leaving the head of hair.

but he’s unpredictable, as gojo always is, so when he’s hovering over you just to give you a little innocent kiss, you think nothing of it, until he’s back in front of your pussy and starts eating you out like a starved man. you let out a loud moan, dragging it out until you’re gulping down your next sounds. it doesn’t help much, though, cause gojo’s slurping at your pussy like it’s the end of the world.

“s-satoru—! too much—” you moan but your hips grind into his mouth, your hands now finding purchase in his hair, “t-too loud.”

“mmf— don’t care,” he mumbles into your cunt, making sure he gets every drop of your arousal on his tongue while he abuses your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking hard and you think it’s the best head you’ve ever gotten.

“not when your cunt’s so perfect,” you only press his head deeper into you like it would stop his muffled sentences, but that only spurs him to suck harder before he just shifts down a little to plunge his tongue into your hole. you choke out a moan as his nose nudges your clit, clenching around his muscle.

“relax— mmhh, you gotta relax, baby,” he’s massaging your thighs but if anything it does the exact opposite, closing your thighs around his head in sensitivity.

“it’s— h-hard to,” you moan out, already feeling the coil in your tummy that’s approaching oh, so quickly when gojo eats you out like this. he shifts his attention back to your puffy clit, eyes flicking up to make contact with yours and you shrivel under his intense stare, “w-when you’re making me feel s’good—!”

you feel him smile into your cunt but he says nothing, taking note of the drop of your jaw, the scrunch of your eyes, the contractions of your stomach. your legs like to straighten out and shake when you’re close, he memorises. when you start to tighten your grip on his hair, he ingrains it in his mind.

“cumming— i’m c-close,” but it’s like satoru doesn’t even need it when his eyes digest the way he sends you over the edge with just his tongue.

“g— god! satoru!” your mouth falls into a silent scream after, head dipping so much into the pillow while you grind your cunt into his face, gushing all over his face with a renewed spirit and regret for all those times that men have rubbed your left lip thinking it was your clit.

“let it go, yeess . . that’s it,” satoru doesn’t hesitate to get sloppy, sucking up all your cum, gasping for air once he’s done with his meal, “pretty girl just came all over my face.”

you struggle to your elbows despite the words he utters, propped up just to catch a glimpse of him and the soaked bottom of his face that stretches into a smile.

“was that better than all the uni boys who’ve never felt the touch of a woman?” you laugh at that, making quick work of grabbing his chin and bringing him back to your lips.

“much, much better.” and you take the opportunity to flip the tables, trembling, shaking legs trying their best to wrap around his torso to straddle him —  but once you’re over, you’re not quite sure what to do apart from letting your hands roam all over the expanse of his shoulders and chest.

“and can she do it again all over my cock?” the obscene words sound almost taboo falling from his mouth that your mouth drops open in initial shock, but it subsides into anticipation soon enough.

wordlessly, you take matters into your own hands, fingers making quick work of his trousers while he removes his top impatiently. the scowl on your face is prominent when you struggle to work his belt out and he chuckles with helping hands, the burn on your face deepening.

“there,” gojo giggles and he pulls you in with a peck-filled apology, “don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.”

you hum, “not when your son could knock any time soon.”

that prompts a giggle that fades off into a loud moan once your warm hand wraps around him, something that he’d never tell you how many times he’s fantasised about. slowly, you stroke his cock, excruciatingly slow just like how he’s done to your cunt earlier.

you’re hovering over him, now, dragging his tip along your pussy and whining softly at the pre-cum that mixes together with your juices. you need him into you as soon as possible, and apart from your soon burning thighs, you’ve been wanting this for as long as you’ve stepped foot into his house from the very first day.

inch by inch, you sink down onto gojo’s weeping cock, getting the luxury of feeling his sensitive twitches with the plunge into your cunt. you’re glad at least he had offered to stretch you out just a tad bit earlier, the intrusion of his fingers already having you panting for his dick; and now, when you have the real thing, it drives your mind insane.

“’t-toru— haah . .” your body curls up from the painful stretch, lips muttering the nickname unknowingly as you grasp onto his shoulders for support, and while he helps you on, he never stops saying the most filthy things, grinning each time you clench around him.

“never thought i’d be here, fuckin’ the babysitter, but here we are,” your oh my god is whispered only for the other to hear, body burning up from the words before he grinds his pelvis into yours and you slump forward in pleasure. your words are a bunch of nothingness, a string of incoherence, “and her pussy’s just so fucking— tight!”

giving you one or two breaths of rest, satoru coos in your face, cradling it and littering kisses all over it before he’s moving his hips and you’re breaking the kiss to whine out, moving your hips to meet his as well. you move sooner or later, bouncing on his cock once you’re more used to him in you and the position only hits all your spots just right.

“f-fuck— you’re so big—!” you roll your hips into him, eyes stuck on how there’s just a small bump in your tummy each time you bottom out. your boss from across you is equally ruined, eyes struggling to keep open with wet hair stuck to his forehead. “feel so so g-good . .”

“yeah?” he breathlessly mumbles, hand squeezing and kneading your ass and trying to help you, but the warmth of your cunt around his length just feels too good. “bounce on that dick, baby.”

and you do, planting your feet into the bed and fingers creating bruises along his shoulders as you impale yourself on his fat cock, switching to relaxing in his embrace and letting your hips do the work when your legs start hurting. there, you indulge in gojo’s lips as you hump him, the delicious friction of your clit against his pubes sending you reeling.

“you’re going to be soaking my sheets from how much you’re leaking,” gojo jests, letting your moans take over his mind while his lips trace down your neck, eyes just peeking over to see your ass ripple from the force. “not that i mind. how’s she doin’?”

“she’s getting,” a choked whine interrupts you, “a little tired.”

and that draws a laugh out of gojo who does nothing but tease you, something he likes to do even in makeout sessions, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach over to his bedsie table to grab his phone, leaning back to bask in your glory. here, your body just looks heavenly as you try your best to move on his lap.

“hang on a little more for me, princess,” with one hand, his larger hand leave chills all over your body and the other points his phone at you, not before making sure you were okay with it, “and smile for the camera.”

you try your best even when his hand make his way to your mouth, pulling it open with his fingers to slot it in. you’re sure you look like a whore right now, but the camera pointed your way only turn you on more, like it’s beckoning you to put on a show. and you loved the attention, so you close your lips around his fingers and start sucking, grinding even harsher on his cock that has gojo stuttering.

“y—yeah, attagirl . .” he grins at the video he takes, “show the camera how much of a cockslut you are.”

you whine, bringing the hand to your clit while you shove two hands onto his torso to really work your thighs out, feeling that familiar curl in your stomach once he starts rubbing his saliva-filed fingers along you bundle of nerves. 

“r-right there, satoru—!” you swear under your breath, giving hooded eyes to the camera while you chase your high drunkenly, all sort of coherent thought banished from your head. “love your cock, love it, love it—!”

satoru swears he wants to cum from just watching you use him, and even holding himself back is proving difficult when you clamp and tighten around him until his fingers press particularly deep into your clit and you’re cumming with a loud cry of his name, body convulsing all over the video.

“tha’s a good girl . . cream my cock, yeeaaahh . .” gojo watches, hypnotised, as you lose control over your body, but the pleasure-filled whimper that you merge his name with is just too good, that he spills unexpectedly in you. the video is far from stable, so he only slaps the phone down to relish in his orgasm. gojo pushes his hips up and you gasp at the feeling, back arching when you feel his cum seep into you.

you’ve never even given much thought to pregnancy, but the feeling of his cum dribbling into you fogs your mind that you only want more after a mental note to buy the morning after pill tomorrow.

“n-need more,” you beg, fondling at his cheeks and undercut, “w-want more cum in me, satoru . .”

and it’s like a flip switches in him, because he’s flipping you over right after — he has to see his cum leave your pussy first though, taking the still ongoing video and putting it right up to your pussy, using his tip to smear your mixed juices all around.

“who knew i’d hired such a dirty girl?” he addresses the camera more than you, but he catches your flustered glance with a wink and after poorly setting up the camera on his bedside table (he just was too intoxicated on your cunt), he’s pushing back into you with a loud groan, not even caring for the consequences any more. his cum is just so much, too, spilling out the sides.

“only f’r you,” you mumble, grabbing at his forearms needily. your eyes flutter close as he bottoms out, your legs pushed right up to your chest as he folds you whichever way he wants to. at this point, if he wanted to own you, you wouldn’t object one bit, not when gojo satoru’s cock stretches your pretty pussy so nicely. “a cumslut only for you.”

“yeah?” he starts moving his hips and your arch into his hold, “i wonder how i got so — fuck — lucky.” everything is sloppy and wet and disgusting and you love every moment of it, even after he’s cummed in you the second, third, fourth time, you’re happy to be pumped full of his cum, giving him a tired, glistening grin that he returns.

“think i should be transferring over my life savings for a cunt this sweet,” you giggle at the compliment, but don’t protest when he’s pulling up the app to gift you with a hefty amount; both your salary and bonus, all from making gojo satoru fall helplessly just from your touch — something to brag about indeed.

[teafromthemicrowave]

Maybe John should just have kissed sang arthur alright again with his magic hair

Yes. That's a Tangled song

FLOWER SYMBOLISM YAP UNDER THE CUT

The flowers are chamomiles, and they stand for patience in hard times. IF THAT DOESNT SCREAMMMM MY TWO WET CAT BOYS JOHN AND ARTHUR

The flowers are connected with calmness and peace, and next to that with the sun, the moon (and also the stars). I love love loooove that I am mixing up malevolent with celestial symbolism by now

And of course. OF COURSE it can stand for love. Which suits them too as we know since part 43🌚

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this tiny comic thingy (which took way too long) and my flower yap, bye gay people in my phone

[darkeralmond]

cam cameron and the readers first time?

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I LOVE U BAE!!

First Time

Cam Cameron x fem! Reader

synopsis: after your date with cam, things escalate when he decides to stay with you at your house

warnings: 18+, smut, first time sex, fingering

word count: 1.3k

a/n: I LOVE CAM SO MUCH!! i’m gonna need AE to come out with team cam shirts ASAP!! also spoiler alert for season 2 episode 4 BUT HAVE U SEEN JEREMIAH AND BELLY OH MY GOD THE HAND HOLDING CAUSED ME TO SCREAMMMM. TEAM JEREMIAH!! mark smut coming out soon!! (i hope)

masterlist | request info

“I can’t believe you beat me in ski ball,” you giggled as you looked over at Cam. “I’m like the reigning champion.”

He shrugged. “Turns out working at an arcade does come in hand sometimes.” You cracked a smile before letting out a snicker.

You were a debutante last year which is where you met Cameron. Both your guys' moms worked at the country club that hosted the ball. You would run into him often because of this. After a while, you developed a little crush on him and had asked him to be your escort since you didn’t have one.

It wasn’t until this year you actually decided to pursue something with him. You finally asked him out on a date and he picked the location, which was the arcade he worked at since he got a discount.

Cam had just dropped you off at your house and refused to let you walk up to your front door alone. He was truly a gentleman who was adorable and he knew it.

You grabbed your key out of your pocket and unlocked the door. “Can I come in and say hi to your mom?” he asked, peeking his head through the open door.

You giggled and looked back at him again. “No, my parents aren’t home.”

“Oh.” He then looked down at his phone, presumably checking the time before tucking it back into his pocket. “You sure you don’t want to come back to my house? I don’t want you to be here alone.”

You shook your head. “No, my dad wouldn’t like me going over to a boy’s house at night.” He nodded his head and flashed a quick smile, agreeing with you. “But you can stay here and keep me company!”

You didn’t even think twice about the offer, you just said it. His eyebrows raised slightly as his cheeks dusted a red tint. “Okay,” he gushed.

You let him into the house before shutting the door behind you two and locking the door. You watched as he admired the interior of the house, his mouth slightly hung open. “What?” you laughed.

“Nothing!” he said as he looked back at you. “Your house just looks like a beach house.”

“Well it is on the beach.” This won a chuckle out of him as he continued looking around. “You want a tour?” you asked as you walked up to him.

“Sure!” he answered as he nodded his head.

You grabbed his hand and led him around the entire downstairs. According to him, his favorite room was the living room due to the fireplace. You then led him upstairs and showed him every other room before leading him to your own room.

You opened the door and led him in. “Here’s my room. Sorry, it’s a little messy.” There was a t-shirt and a pair of socks lying on your unmade bed. You quickly took those off and threw them in your laundry basket.

At least your room smelled good because of the essential oils you had just purchased. “I like the vines on the wall,” he commented as he pointed at them.

You giggled, “Put them up myself.” You then plopped down on the bed and looked at him as he took in every corner of your room. “You wanna watch something? I can pull something up on my Mac.”

He nodded his head and sat down on the bed next to you.

…

You weren’t sure how it happened, but one thing led to another and now you were on top of him making out. You pulled away and looked down at him as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths.

“Have you done this before?” he asked. His eyes reminded you of a puppy. There was so much innocence in them and his lashes gave his eyes a more doe look.

You were tempted to lie and said you had, but staring into his eyes just poured the truth out of you. “Uh… no,” you answered. “Have you?”

“Nuh uh,” he said. You licked your lips and looked off to the side. “Do you… uh… want to?”

You looked back at him and hesitantly nodded your head. You could hear the beating of your heart in your ear, the silence between you two was deafening.

“Okay,” he breathed out. His hand met the side of your face before tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

He smiled at you and gently leaned forward to capture your lips in his once more. You sighed against his lips, his touch sending chills down your spine.

Your hands slid up his shirt causing a groan to escape from his lips. He kissed you harder and deeper this time. You could feel his tongue poking at your bottom lip, hoping to meet yours. You let him do so, his tongue danced with his.

You felt his hands run up your shirt, his hands felt cold against your heated skin. It made you shiver a bit but you enjoyed every second of it.

You pulled away again and let him take off your shirt. He stared at your topless body, drooling over your figure.

You gasped softly, your breath hitching when his fingers brushed across your breasts. Your hips jolted as your nipples hardened beneath your bra.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

He noticed your reaction and stopped what he was doing. “Is this okay?” he asked. You nodded your head, leading him to cup your breasts again.

Him touching you felt nice, but you wanted to do more than that. You were just too nervous to ask. You didn’t want to obviously have full on sex, but you at least wanted him to do more.

Your face must’ve given that away because he asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“Uh,” you thought about it for a minute. “Can you… uh…” Your face turned bright red as embarrassment washed over you. “Finger me?”

His cheeks flushed crimson and his eyes widened. He pulled his finger away as he nodded. “Yeah,” he answered. You hopped off of him and laid down on the bed next to him.

His gaze softened and you gave him an encouraging grin. He swallowed hard before he slid his hand down your shorts.

Your breaths hitched as your eyes fluttered close. His fingers moved in a circular motion around your clit. You opened your eyes as you held back any sounds that may escape your lips.

He pulled you back into a kiss, it tasted like vanilla ice cream and mint toothpaste. He moved a little faster, rubbing your clit with his ring and middle fingers until you let a moan slip in his mouth.

He then inserted his fingers inside you, your wetness made it easier for him. Your back arched as you let out a louder moan.

His kisses became more frantic, almost desperate. Every time he moved his fingers or thrust into your depths you would squirm. A small whine left your mouth as your hips bucked upwards.

You finally pulled away since you needed to catch your breath. His fingers sent a wave of pleasure through you. “Cam,” you whimpered. His wet fingers pulled out of you and continued to massage your clit until you finally came undone.

Your whole body felt drowsy but still buzzing with excitement. When your orgasm had passed and your breathing returned to normal you rolled onto your side. “Do you want to do it again?” you asked him with a grin.

He nodded and crawled back on top of you, but before anything could escalate, the sound of jingling keys and the front door opened echoed through the house

“Fuck,” you mumbled. “My parents.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, “Now I can say hi to your mom.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him off you.

[septemberlikeastorm]

I MADE THE PLAYLIST

I don't want to share my Spotify in here though, so i just wrote down every song and why i picked it

(unfortunately, Hozier doesn't write that much about true healthy love so a lot of them i picked off of vibes and melody, and most of them are my own interpretation of the song) (sorry)

Oshamir but it's just Hozier (playlist)

NFWMB, Hozier (Qimir to Osha and vice versa, possessiveness in a gentle way, letting your lover do whatever they want because you know they're yours at the end of the day)

It Will Come Back (Qimir to Osha, not being able to have a casual relationship without coming back, comparing the to a beast that has been fed)

Would That I, Hozier (pure vibes)

Wasteland, Baby!, Hozier ( both of them, wanting to watch the world burn with your lover)

Be - Acoustic, Hozier (Qimir to Osha, wanting your lover to be themselves, making you happy in return)

Like Real People Do, Hozier (Both of them, knowing your lover has a complicated past but opting to ignore it in favor of loving them)

Work Song, Hozier (Qimir to Osha, loving someone so much it makes you sick, being able to come back to them even in death)

Francesca, Hozier (both of them, going through hell to see your lover, and still being willing to do it again if there's a chance of seeing them again)

Shrike, Hozier (vibes)

Moment's Silence (Common Tongue), Hozier (Both of them, your worries going away when kissing-or sleeping with- your lover)

Arsonist's Lullabye, Hozier (Qimir and Osha, having destructive tendencies, a beast you have to tame but never kill)

De Selby (Part 1), Hozier (vibes)

De Selby (Part 2), Hozier (vibes)

No Plan, Hozier (Qimir to Osha, living your life carelessly and freely once you let your emotions go and love fully)

Nobody, Hozier (Qimir to Osha, having lived a long life and traveled everywhere but still discovering love and new things with your lover)

Jackie And Wilson, Hozier (vibes but also Qimir daydreaming about the two of them since day 1)

First Light, Hozier (vibes, but also feeling like you've just seen light for the first time when you meet your lover)

Abstract (Psychopomp), Hozier (vibes)

Unknown/Nth,Hozier (vibes but also Qimir to Osha, being unknown and lonely-after your lover died but shhh)

Movement, Hozier (Qimir just being whipped)

Sedated, Hozier (vibes)

Angel Of Small Death & The Codeine Scene, Hozier (Qimir to Osha, comparing a woman to a drug, and an angel of "small death" -euphemism for orgasm.)

Talk, Hozier (Qimir to Osha. That's it that's the tweet)

From Eden, Hozier (Qimir to Osha, seeing your past self in your lover, lucifer falling in love with eve)

In A Week, Hozier, Karen Cowley (dying together, i just thought it fit them)

Foreigner's God, Hozier (pure vibes)

That You Are, Hozier, Bedouine (vibes)

screammmm bestie this is??? so thoughtful????? the vibes are impeccable???? i could not peck them if i tried??????? i'm tryna peck em bro but i can't you've outdone yourself you simone biles-d it you stuck the damn landing

[otrtbs]

thinking about winterlude jegulus rn i miss them so so so so so much

SCREAMMMM I LOVE THEM SO SO SO BAD IM SO HAPPY U LOVE THEM TOO <33333

i think abt winterlude jegulus bc they’re living the life i want to live. sorry but i deserve that life and i wish that life for everyone a million times over

[liu-yu-xin]

WAIT HANG ONTHIS IS LITERALLY THE EXO M CURSE ITS ALL GONE EXO M IS ALL GONE 😭😭😭 AND THEY TOOK BBH WITH THEM SCREAMMMM

[sentada]

screammmm my modeling thing went well they were super nice n the cofounder took my digitals n seemed to like them !!! theyll get back to me abt it this week AHH 🧿

[itzynabi]

that’s so evie episode 19

posted: 27 july 2023

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mention of alcohol

an: another that’s so evie episode everybody SCREAMMMM. the dance challenge can be found here. i mean no disrespect by blurring out someone’s face, it’s just so you don’t get confused with the face claim. words in [] are captions. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist // that’s so evie

“Hello and welcome to That’s So Evie!” Eve greeted from behind a table. “Today is… tropical. I’m sure you can tell from my outfit.” She showed off her outfit, doing a twirl so the camera could catch all the details. “Today’s guest is someone I’ve known for a while — since I was a trainee. Come on out!”

[Summer isn’t summer without her. Soyou!]

Soyou walked into the frame as the staff cheered for her. She moved to stand next to Eve, hugging her tightly when she reached her.

“Hi, I’m Soyou,” she greeted once she and Eve pulled apart. The staff cheered for her once more.

“Do you know what we’re doing today?” Eve asked.

Soyou shook her head. “No, but we’re in a bar and I can see a lot of alcohol here.” She gestured to the table, where there were a few bottles of alcohol.

“Today, we’re making cocktails,” Eve said. She pointed at a few sheets of laminated paper next to the ingredients. “There are a few recipes here and we can choose which one we want to make.” She stared at the alcohol for a few seconds before singing, “Naneun alcohol-free geunde chwihae–”

“You should be singing my song!” Soyou complained.

“–Masin ge hanado eomneunde.” She stopped singing. “You haven’t played your song for me, though. How can I sing it?”

“Yah, that’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault? Why is it my fault?” Eve shrugged, her hands remaining in the air. “It hasn’t been released!”

[They naturally start arguing]

“Anyways, today we are going to make cocktails,” Eve said once more. She gestured to the table in front of them, continuing to speak, “We have ingredients used necessary to make the different cocktails and some recipes.” She picked up a stack of laminated A5 sheets of paper to show the camera. “The staff researched some cocktails that they thought would be nice for us.”

“Did they just use Naver or–”

“They went to a bar and ordered a bunch of cocktails to find the best ten among them,” Eve answered Soyou’s question.

“Weren’t they just using it as an excuse to drink?” Soyou asked, chuckling lightly.

Eve nodded enthusiastically. “That’s what I think too! Because they even suggested we make cocktails.” She looked to the staff, putting down the recipes. “But it’s a good thing they suggested it because I couldn’t come up with anything for this episode.”

Soyou laughed, clapping her hands. She picked up the sheets of paper, sifting through them. “Do we choose which one we want to make?”

“Yes. Because you’re the guest, I’ll let you pick first.”

“Thank you.” Soyou slightly bowed. She looked at the different sheets, laying them out in front of her. After some time, she decided. “I’m going to make this one.” She picked up the paper.

[Ivy Gimlet]

Eve nodded. “It’s pretty. Now, let me choose.” She put her head on Soyou’s shoulder, flicking her eyes across the different papers. “I’m definitely not doing that one,” she said, pointing at the Malibu Wave. “I don’t like how blue it is.”

“Yah, you mustn’t judge by how it looks,” Soyou scolded. “You should also take the ingredients into account.”

“Soyou-yah, it looks like toilet water.”

Soyou threw her head back in laughter. “It might taste good, though!”

Eve lifted her head, looking at her guest. “Then you can make it.”

Soyou stared at Eve for a few seconds. “No, no, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m just saying that it might taste good.”

“Yeah. So you should make it to see if it does.”

Soyou laughed quietly. “Shut up,” she whispered to Eve, causing the younger girl to laugh.

Eve nodded as she stopped laughing. “Okay, okay.” She focused again on the papers. “Toilet Water is out.” She moved the recipe away. Staring at the papers, she made various noises as she thought her choice over. “I choose… this one.” She showed the paper to the camera.

[Tequila Sunrise]

“Now that we’ve decided what to make, let’s collect our ingredients,” Eve said. The two women looked at their recipes, taking the necessary ingredients to their sides of the table.

“Are we going to make one cocktail each?” Soyou asked, picking up lime and putting it with her other ingredients.

“Should we make more?”

Soyou shrugged. “Won’t the video be too short if we only make one? You won’t have a lot of footage.”

[Sweet Soyou worries about the footage

She mustn’t worry, though. Eve talks too much for us to not have footage]

“Are you sure you don’t just want to make more cocktails to drink?” Eve teased. “I think you just want to drink the cocktails.” She smiled mischievously.

Soyou shook her head, laughing. “No! I was just asking.”

“But I think making one would be enough,” Eve said, “because we don’t have the fruit juices, we only have the fruit. So it’ll take time.”

Soyou looked down at the table, gasping. “That’s right. I didn’t realise.” She looked up at the staff behind the camera. “You’re very smart.”

“Let’s begin!” Eve cheered once they had both gotten all their ingredients as well as chopping boards.

“29 milliliters of lime juice,” Soyou mumbled as she read. She picked up her lime placing it on the chopping board. “Have you ever made a cocktail?” She asked Eve, who was cutting her orange.

Eve shook her head, picking up the orange squeezer. “It’s my first time. Have you?”

“Yes. A handful of times, but I had a teacher with me so I was being guided.”

“Let the recipe guide you,” Eve said, pouring the orange juice she squeezed into a shaker.

[...]

The women burst out laughing at Eve’s comment.

“‘Let the recipe guide you,’” Soyou copied Eve’s monotonous way of speaking, laughing again.

“It’s because I was focused,” Eve explained, chuckling. “When I focus on something I don’t speak.”

“Really?” Soyou asked, pouring the lime juice in a shaker with the vodka.

Eve nodded. “ITZY did a programme called Paris et ITZY and we went to a baking class. They were all talking and joking with each other, but I was focused on my thing.”

“So you didn’t speak?”

“Yuna nudged me to get my attention because they were all looking at me.”

Soyou touched her cheeks with the backs of her hand. “Why is this making me laugh so much?”

Eve looked up at her. “Your face is red! Are you tipsy?”

“No, no, no.” Soyou shook her hand in front of herself. “Maybe I’m just excited. It’s been so long since I last saw you, Nabi-yah.”

“Maybe,” Eve said in a tone that suggested she didn’t believe Soyou. “It happens, I guess.”

“By the way, should I call you Eve or Nabi?” Soyou asked, looking at the girl.

Eve shrugged. “I don’t care. Call me whatever you want. Some people call me Eve, some call me Eve, some call me both. Whatever you prefer.”

“I’m going to call you Nabi.”

“Go for it!” Eve made a fist with her hand.

“Do you know my full name?” Soyou suddenly asked. “You should know my full name.”

Eve scoffed, smirking with confidence. “Of course I know it! Kang Soyou!”

Soyou burst into laughter. “Wrong.”

Eve’s smirk fell off her face. “What?”

“Kang Jihyun,” she corrected.

Eve gaped at her. “My life is a lie.”

“We’ve been over this almost ten times now!” Soyou exclaimed in mock annoyance.

Eve pouted slightly, blinking her eyes repeatedly. “I don’t remember ever having this conversation.”

“At one of the classes in Produce 48, one of the trainees called me Trainer Jihyun and you very loudly asked ‘Who’s that?’” Soyou told her.

“I vaguely remember that. Very vaguely,” Eve said, touching her chin. “I’m pretty sure Cheetah sunbaenim started laughing.”

“She did,” Soyou confirmed, nodding.

[Instead of making drinks, they spend time talking]

“But I did a good job of pretending not to know you, right?”

Eve sighed. “You did a horrible job. When I first came on stage, your mouth twitched like this.” Eve started moving her mouth around as Soyou laughed. “Yoonjung-nim pulled me aside after one of the classes and told me you said I was SHINee’s sister.”

“Me?” Soyou asked, pointing at herself. “When did I say that?”

“She said you went drinking together and then you just started talking. I had to lie. ‘I don’t know why she said that, maybe it’s because I have the same last name as one of them,’” Eve imitated herself, recalling the day. “I was so shocked.”

Soyou gasped, clapping her hands once. “I remember that day! We went out for drinks with all the trainers and then we went to the bathroom and I asked if she wanted to know a secret. Then I remember waking up the next day and hoping she wouldn’t remember what I said, but she didn’t mention it so I thought she forgot about it,” she said. “Now I know the truth.”

Eve sighed. “It gave me so much stress.”

Soyou gasped, remembering something. “A lot of the scenes were cut, but you’d keep asking us random questions. ‘Would you rather fight a crocodile or a bear?’” She imitated Eve.

“It’s because I was trying to ease the tension,” Eve explained. “Sometimes the trainees would be so nervous and they’d be tense, so I’d start a conversation to make everyone comfortable.”

“They only showed your questions in the last few episodes and by that time we had gotten used to them. ‘What are you going to ask today?’”

Eve nodded absentmindedly. “We’re supposed to be making cocktails,” she suddenly said. Turning to her ingredients, she looked at the recipe.

Soyou also focused again on making her drink. “I totally forgot!”

Eve put the instructed amount of ice in the shaker, putting the lid on afterwards. “This is the part I’m scared of. I think I’ll make a mess.”

“Just use your arm muscles to keep the lid on,” Soyou said, measuring her simple syrup to put in her shaker.

“I don’t have arm muscles, though. I don’t exercise them.” She tapped her arms.

Soyou gasped, adding mint to her shaker. “Really?”

“I only exercise my legs and abs.”

“You need to exercise your whole body though.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never been in a situation where there wasn’t anyone with arm muscles, so I don’t need them.” She looked to the staff members behind the camera. “Who would like to shake this for me?” She asked, smiling sweetly.

When no one volunteered, she sighed. “I guess I’ll just do it by myself.” She put the lid on, tentatively picking up the shaker. She shook it once, barely moving it, before putting it down again with a shake of her head. “It’s gonna splash everywhere,” she told everyone. “I really need help.”

One of the cameramen walked towards her, taking the shaker from the table. He shook it a few times before placing it back on the table and walking away. “Thank you!” Eve thanked, taking the lid off. “If I did it, it wouldn’t be this nice.”

Soyou put the lid on her shaker, picking it up and shaking it like an expert.

“Shake it, shake it. Shake it, shake it, shake it,” Eve sang KARA’s Rock U as Soyou shook her shaker.

Soyou placed her shaker on the table after finishing shaking it. She took the lid off, looking inside. “It looks pretty good,” she noted.

The girls finished making their cocktails, pouring them in their glasses, talking as they did.

“We’ve finished cocktail making,” Eve announced, “and now we’ll move onto cocktail tasting.

They both tasted their cocktails, groaning in shock at the taste.

“It tastes good!” Soyou exclaimed, taking another sip. “It’s really good.”

Eve took kitten sips of her Tequila Sunrise. “Everyone, if you need a bartender, just call me. I can do it so well,” she bragged.

“Let me taste.” Soyou approached Eve, holding her hand out to receive Eve’s glass. Once she had it in her hand, she passed Eve her Ivy Gimlet. “This is also really good!” She exclaimed, widening her eyes at the taste.

“We can both be bartenders!” Eve cheered after tasting Soyou’s drink. “If you had made the Toilet Water drink, you wouldn’t qualify for a bartender.”

Soyou belted out a laugh, placing Eve’s Tequila Sunrise on the table. “Why not?”

“You have to make tasty drinks to be a bartender… I think,” she explained, swapping Soyou’s drink for hers. She went to the cameraman who had helped her with the shaking of her cocktail. “Enjoy the fruits of your labour,” she said, giving him the glass. “Stop,” she instructed, seeing him take a big gulp.

When she retrieved her glass, half of the drink was gone. She stared at him in shock. “If you’re thirsty, you should drink water,” Eve mumbled, walking back to the table. She gasped as she briefly looked at the recipe.

“What is it?” Soyou asked, sipping her drink.

“I was supposed to add ice.” Eve stared at her cocktail with a blank expression before shrugging. “Oh well.” She sipped her cocktail.

“This brings us to the end of the video,” she announced, causing Soyou to whine. “Please introduce your comeback and say your final remarks.”

“I’m making a comeback with my second mini album, Summer Recipe,” Soyou said, “and the title track Aloha. It’s an upbeat summer song and it also features Bora.”

[SISTAR members together forever]

“I hope you listen to the song a lot and show it love,” she concluded as the staff cheered for her.

“How did you find today’s episode?” Eve asked.

“Very fun! I got to make a cocktail–” she waved her glass around– “and got to see Nabi-yah, who I haven’t seen in a while. It was a good chance to catch up and we’ll probably still talk some more after we finish filming.”

[They did, in fact, keep talking]

“I’m glad you enjoyed today,” Eve told Soyou before facing the camera once more. “I hope you enjoyed this video and please remember to listen to Aloha.” She waved at the camera. “See you soon! Bye, I love you!”

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