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chloessleepystories · 8 months

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We have storms hitting both the east coast and west coast. Could we get a story about storms changing people on a rainy day leading to some steamy nights?

The buzz was insistent, a double, triple buzz. Jeremy hit the button to unlock the front door and a moment later heard her pounding steps coming up the stairs.

“Jesus look at you, you’re soaked!”

Candace was drenched, but smiling, as she crossed the threshold of his apartment. “Whaaat? It’s just a little rain,” she grinned.

He laughed. “You’re an idiot. Let me get a towel.”

She peeled off her sopping sweater as he called from the bathroom, “You know we could have just done this another night.”

“Are you nuts?” she called back. “It’s already hard enough to avoid spoilers online, I’m going to wait another 24 hours before catching up on Ahsoka?”

“Here, try this.” Jeremy was holding out one towel as he threw another on the floor at her feet. “You’re dripping everywhere.”

“Well if you would just share your password like a normal person, I could watch it at my house.” She squeezed the towel around her long hair, then tried to pat dry her skirt.

“I would if I could!” he protested. “You know they’re all cracking down on that shit.” He led the way into his cozy living room. “Anyway, I like sharing it with you.”

“I know. I like coming over here too.” She smiled shyly. He smiled too. After a moment, she looked away. “It’s a … It’s a good thing our apartments are so close together.”

“You mean you walked over here?”

“What?” She was standing by the TV, still dripping everywhere. “It’s just a couple blocks. And it’s a nice warm night.”

“A nice warm night with a freak storm,” Jeremy laughed, reclining on the couch. “You didn’t check the weather forecast before you headed out, huh?”

“Nah. I don’t believe in that stuff, any – ahchoo! - anyway.”

The sneeze didn’t seem that hard, but she swayed dizzily for a moment.

“You don’t believe in … ? What, just a conspiracy of meteorologists, you mean?”

She giggled. “I just mean the forecasts are so often wrong, I don’t even – don’t even – ahchooo!! … Don’t even uh bother … ”

Jeremy stood up, slowly. The first time he thought he was imagining it, but the second time … “Are you feeling all right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I coulda sworn, when you sneezed just then, your … your uh …” He gestured to his chest, unable to say ‘breasts,’ or any of the other synonyms that came to mind. “I mean, it’s a pretty thin top, it doesn’t hide much, like …”

She folded her arms, and pouted, a little cuter pout than he had seen her make before. “Jer, you’re actin’ real weird all of a – all of a …”

There was no denying it this time. Her chest bulged as she let out her biggest sneeze yet. Candace was normally flat as a board, but suddenly her soaking wet top was sticking to – well, there was no other word for it – her sizeable tits.

Her eyes crossed for a moment, and she staggered. When she recovered from the explosion, she looked down and gasped. “What the shit are these?” she said, grasping them with both hands. Her voice seemed a little higher than before, more breathy, but there was an edge of panic to it as well.

“I think you’re coming down with something …” Jeremy said, knowing how dumb it sounded.

“Oh, you think?”

“You should probably uh … you should get out of those wet clothes …?”

She giggled, then mock-scowled. “Oh, nice try, buddy, I see what you’re – I see … I … oh shit”

Ah – CHOOO!!

“Ow ow ow!!” Her voice had climbed another octave. “It hurts!! Je-er, help mee!!”

Her tits were straining the buttons on her shirt, and her tiny bra, usually barely needed, was obviously pinching in several places, trying to hold in the unaccustomed mass. He moved toward her.

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to – oof!”

She threw her arms around him, held him tight. She pressed her whole, wet body against his, soaking his tee shirt in moments. She was nose to nose. She pushed her bottom lip out and made her eyes big and damp. Jeremy thought she had never looked lovelier. “I need help, please,” she panted.

She was rubbing against the bulge in his jeans. Probably by accident. His erection didn’t care. He licked his lips. “Yeah, yeah, let’s uh … let’s get that off. Do you want to go in the uh …”

She stepped back, and ripped open her top in a desperate moment. A button pinged off one of his bookshelves. In a moment, she was showing him more skin than she ever had in all the years of their friendship – her chest heaving, her arms bare, her hair long and flowing (and could it possibly be longer than before?) and her plain-and-simple bra laboring with the effort of holding back the swelling melons.

Jeremy swept a palm across his forehead. Was it getting warm in here? He was wet with sweat. Wet with something – he plucked at his damp tee shirt, which was sticking to him. He rubbed his jean-covered thigh, which was spongy with water too and likewise sticking … like, were his jeans shrinking?

“Now, now listen uh – ”

“Here, here,” she turned around to show him her almost-bare back, and he broke out in sweats again. “I can’t reach it! Can you get it?” He barely registered how high-pitched her voice was now, so distracted by trying to figure out what she was asking. After a moment, it clicked, and he sprang forward to fumble with the clasp of her bra.

As soon as he had it undone, the cups flew off her boobs to land on the carpet two feet away. Her tits, released, sprang out and wobbled around like nothing he had seen outside ridiculous anime porn, as she swung around toward him. She was topless, and he grasped his swelling cock through his jeans. She was topless in his apartment, and she looked like a wet-dream cartoon.

Sounded like one too. “Ohhh!! Thank you thank you!!” she chirped. “That’s sooo much better!!!” Her eyes went to where his hand was kneading his erection, and she licked his lips. “And I know what would make it better still …”

In a moment, she was pressed against him again, her wet jugs soaking his tight tee shirt further. She stripped the shirt off him with flattering haste, catching his ear painfully with the fabric, then ran her hands over his bare chest. “Mmmm … such muscles …”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows, fumbled for words. A skinny dork, he’d never considered himself muscled but … he had to agree she was right.

She dragged her boobs down his body, falling to her knees, fumbling with his belt. “I need it, I need it,” she whimpered.

“Candace … Candace, don’t you think we should …”

“Unh uh!” she giggled, shaking her head. “Call me Candi, I think I like that better …”

She jerked down pants and underpants in one movement, and gasped at the erection inches from her face. Her eyes crossed a bit, dazed, and … was she actually drooling, a little?

She swirled her tongue around the helmet, then took a couple inches of the shaft into her mouth. It swelled between her lips, and she looked up at him, his cock in her mouth, and winked.

Candi let the cock out of her mouth with a pop. She held up her heavy melons with both hands and whispered, “I know where this belongs …”

Jeremy’s shaft slid between her swaying funbags, still slick with the storm’s rain and Candi’s sweat, and as she held her tits around it, he began to stroke it up and down against her wet skin. It grew. And grew. And grew, to a length and thickness he absolutely knew it had never possessed before.

And as it did, he felt his brain grow more sluggish. His eyelids drooped. He looked at the bimbo on her knees before him with an animal lust. “Couch. Arm,” he grunted, his voice much lower than usual. “Now.”

She draped herself over the arm of his couch, flipping up her skirt. He snatched the panties off her trembling legs in an instant, and speared her gushing cunt with his thick monster cock. She screamed out in pain and ecstasy …

As the rain came down all over the city. All over thousands of unsuspecting strangers …

An hour later, Candace and Jeremy lay sprawled on his carpet, panting. After a lot more exertion than either was used to, and months’ worth of orgasms crammed into one night, they were finally feeling a little more like themselves.

“What the fuck was that,” Candace said, in something closer to her usual tone of voice. Her breasts were no longer coconut sized, but they were still healthy large apples. Or maybe oranges, thought Jeremy.

Or maybe I’m just hungry.

He had expended a lot of energy, after all.

“I don’t know, but it was amazing, that’s for sure,” he rasped.

“We should uh … ” She sat up, looking around. Where was a glass of water when you needed one. She was powerfully thirsty. “Maybe we should hit the shower? Wash off the rest of it?”

“… Together?” he suggested.

“Why not? I think we’ve broken down that barrier.” She smiled. “You’ve been abusing all my holes for an hour, I think you’ve earned soaping up my bottom.”

Jeremy got slowly to his feet, cricked his neck. He was glad she still wanted to be friends. Maybe … maybe be more than friends. “Or …” he said.

She put out a hand, and he helped her up. “Or?”

He looked to the window, where rain was still spattering the panes.

“Or we could go outside and dance in the rain.”

Candace looked to the window. Her eyes slid to Jeremy’s smile.

And she grinned.

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mrs-santoss · 1 year

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Teasing Queen - Neymar Imagine

Summary: Y/N decides to tease Neymar with a few pics from her camera roll during a very inappropriate time. ;)

Warning: mentions of sex. I ordered some lingerie sets the other day and they finally arrived. I was at home when the package arrived I was very excited to open it right away and try on everything I got. First, I tried on the blue lingerie and took a good pic of it, next, I tried on the red set I was very pleased with, even the photo came out very hot. Next up, was the dark blue set which turned out to be my favorite one, I felt very confident in it. Last but not least, I tried on the yellow set and took a photo wearing this one too. I was very satisfied with everything that I ordered. I planned on wearing my favorite on tonight for Ney and surprise him. He's isn't aware of this, that's why I'm not sharing the photos with him yet. As I was selecting the best photos on my phone, suddenly, I get a text message for Neymar.

"Bebê I just got done with training and I'm going to take a shower . I knew I would be late so I brought my outfit for Thiago's dinner with me. Is it okay if we both drive there separately? If I stop by to pick you up we will be suupppeer late. Love you lots, see ya there xx"

Oh, crap. I forgot about that AT ALL. Now, I became very pissed about ruining my plans. I know it's not Neymar's fault at all, however, I decided to not ruin my good mood and hopped in the shower to get ready for tonight. Before I did that, I responded to his text. "Sure thing, meu amor. I will text you once I get there."

After I did my hair and makeup, I decided to wear one of the lingerie sets under my dress. I wore my favorite dark blue ones. After going through my closet and cringing at everything I picked, I decided to wear a black tight dress that really hugged my curves. I get my purse, lock all the doors and get in the car.

I arrived at Thiago's dinner party before Neymar. I texted him, letting him know I'm here and he responded with "I will be there in 5 minutes amor".

I was engaging in conversations with different people at the party and suddenly I feel an arm around my waist from behind. I didn't bother to look at who it was, I just reached my hand to cup his cheek, I knew it was Neymar. Neymar's POV: I arrive at the party and I immediately spot my girlfriend at the kitchen counter talking to Thiago's friends. I go behind her and wrap and arm around her waist. She touches my face and I turn her around to kiss her. She was wearing my favorite dress of hers.

"Hi, there miss! I can see you're here alone. May I join you?" I ask her playfully with a smile.

"Hmm, yeah sure! My boyfriend was supposed to be here, but he isn't coming I guess." she responds, making a playful face.

"Is that soo?!" I raise an eyebrow and kiss her soft lips. She laughs. I love her laugh.

We make our way to the living room, where everyone is sitting there sipping wine and chatting. Y/N and I sit next to each other on the couch. After a couple minutes, Y/N offers help to the people in the kitchen and leaves.

After she does so, I get a text on my phone which I decide to ignore at first. The phone buzzes again. I get it out of my pocket to check it out. Wrong move! I should've done that somewhere in privacy. It was Y/N.

"Too bad you were late today, bebê. You missed the show :(" and sent this photo .

Oh my god. What is the doing to me? She looks extremely hot. I had a feeling I would regret being late today.

"Amoooor, what are u doing? Don't do this to me, pleaseee. You look super sexy" I respond to her text, hoping that was it. I mean, we just got here. I can't get worked up 3 hours BEFORE we get home.

"Ohh! Are you sure you don't want any more" she texts back and send this photo.

"YY/NNNN you'reee killing mee, amorrr. Everyone is looking at me confused. I text her back and I excuse myself to the balcony for a "phone call".

"Is that so?! Do you want to know what I'm wearing underneath this black dress? ;)" she texts back immediately and sends photo.

Oh my god. Fuck me! I get this rush of emotions to just storm in the kitchen and bend her over the kitchen island in front of everyone.

"Do you have any idea what I will do to you tonight?!" I text her back, maybe this will make her wait.

"Hmm, can you give me a hint?" she text back. Oh, she really is determined to make me go crazy.

"As soon as you step inside the house, I will rip that pretty little black dress of yours from your body and throw you on the bed on your knees, and fuck your brains out from behind as you moan my name" I text her back. I hoped to get her worked up, however, I did that to MYSELF just thinking about it.

"Uuuu, that sounds hot. Would you rather have me wear that lingerie or this one?" she texts back and send THIS photo.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I get back to the living room with a "worried" look on my face. I tell Thiago that Y/N and I will unfortunately have to leave right now because of an emergency. Thiago doesn't ask any follow up questions, trying to be understandable. I didn't even feel about about lying, my mind that somewhere else completely. I go to the kitchen and tell Y/N we have to leave because of an emergency. She plays along and says goodbye to everyone. Thiago walks us to the door and hugs us goodbye. As soon as he shuts the door, I give Y/N a look filled with lust. She looks back and me and smiles. "I'll meet you at home, I guess" she says and makes her way to her car. "FUUCKKK! I forgot about it" I groan and make my way to my car quickly not wanting to waste any time. I completely forgot we came here separately. She arrives before me and parks her car in the driveway. I quickly do the same and catch up to her entering the house. I shut the door really fast and turn around to lift her up in my arms.

"You dirty little thing! You had fun with that, didn't you?" I ask her and I felt myself grow in my jeans. "Now, it's my turn to have my fun!" "No one's complaining about it!" she says back and bites my lip. I will do everything I told her I will, more for sure.

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madaqueue · 2 months

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Dripping in Gold | Chapter 2

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, smut. fingering (f receiving). 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.3k

a/n: my gojo brainrot is hitting this man is all i've been able to write about the past two weeks hELP somEBODY HELP MEE

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A week after your first date with Gojo, he randomly calls you while you’re in the middle of making lunch.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he purrs through the phone.

“Hi Gojo,” you respond flatly.

“Wow, I was hoping for a bit more excitement,” he chuckles, “especially since I have good news - your car is fixed!”

“Oh my god, thank you!” your tone softens as you remember you are actually grateful; he really did come through for you on this.

“Don’t thank me just yet - remember how you offered to repay me?” he asks slyly.

Of course. You knew he was too good to be true - he fixed your car, now you have to sleep with him. For a moment you nearly forgot the transactional nature of your relationship, and even though you had already decided you want to hook up with him, it still stings a bit.

“Well,” he continues in your silence, “in exchange for my generosity, how about you let me take you out for lunch today?”

You chortle in surprise. “Seriously, that’s all you want from me?” you ask incredulously.

“C’mon now, you’ve got to stop thinking so lowly of me, I’m actually quite the gentleman once you get to know me,” he laughs. “Anyways, I’ll meet you at your place in 15 minutes. Wear something cute for me, m’kay?”

He hangs up as you pull your phone away from your face. The smell of something burning hits your nose as you realize the grilled cheese you had been making was slowly frying to a crisp on the stove.

Well, good thing I’m going out for lunch.

Riffling through your closet, you search for something that would meet Gojo’s idea of “cute,” hurling jeans and leggings across your room. The closest thing you find is a plain white dress you got a few years ago that’s slightly stained, but you hope he won’t be able to tell. Again, it’s not like you’re made of cash, especially after you had to use what he sent you from your last date to cover rent and groceries.

Exactly 15 minutes later he pulls up outside in a different car than the one he let you borrow over the past week, this one a flashy red sports car with a logo you don’t recognize. He hops out to open the door for you and you take a seat on the cool leather, the tantalizing scent of his cologne hitting you as he returns to the driver’s side.

He looks over at you through round sunglasses, taking in your outfit. “With all due respect, what the hell are you wearing?” he teases.

“You told me to dress cute, this is the best I’ve got,” you explain, hands moving over your lap to try and cover your dress as embarrassment washes over you.

“No, no, this won’t work,” he tilts his head away from you. “Okay, we’re postponing lunch to go get you some actual clothes.” Before you can protest, he puts the car into drive and speeds out from the parking lot.

While he drives his hand idly finds its way back onto your thigh, a feeling you didn’t realize you had missed so much until you notice pressure building between your legs and nervousness in your stomach. Every so often you steal glances at him, his white hair somehow perfectly ruffled and blue eyes slightly shaded by his sunglasses. The white button-up shirt covering his torso looks freshly ironed yet hastily rolled up above his elbows, his plain black pants perfectly hugging his waist. He really is gorgeous, you think to yourself.

He eventually stops the car outside of a store you’ve never seen before, likely because it’s in a part of the city you could never afford to go to, until now. The exterior is unassuming, a simple brick facade and plainly lettered sign. Gojo gets out of the car first before opening your door, taking your hand in his as he leads you up the stairs and inside. The store itself is well-lit, with a faint scent of rosemary hanging in the air.

An attendant greets you without looking up until she finally glances over at the two of you. “M-Mr. Gojo!” she exclaims, surprise evident on her face. “I’m so sorry, we didn’t know you’d be in today, your tailor isn’t here-”

“No worries,” he cuts her off with a calm smile, “I’m actually not here for me.” He pulls you up next to him, a hand going around your waist as though it was second nature, and you feel the warmth of his body against yours. “She needs something cute.”

The still-flustered attendant nods. “Of course, I’ll take you back to your dressing room and grab a few things for her to try.” She gestures you both to follow as you walk to the back of the store, past racks of clothes that look straight out of a catalogue.

Who the hell is this guy? you think as you walk next to him. You are led to a curtained-off area with a deep purple rug and matching couches that surround a central mirror, additional racks of suits lining the remaining walls.

Glancing around you notice a small nameplate hanging by the entrance. ‘Satoru Gojo’ is embossed against the gold, light reflecting off it slightly.

“Satoru?” you question, reading it aloud.

“Mhm,” he hums as he sits down onto one of the couches, legs sprawling in front of him. “That’s my first name, but nobody really uses it. I mostly just go by Gojo.”

You plop down next to him, enjoying the feel of the velvet texture beneath you. “Well, do you prefer ‘Satoru’ or ‘Gojo’?”

“It depends,” he starts, putting his arm around you and pulling you closer to him. “If it’s a pretty girl like you saying it, I don’t really have a preference.” You blush as his face slowly gets closer to yours. “Although, I think ‘Satoru’ is probably a little easier to scream when I’m-”

His words suddenly cut off as the attendant walks back in, arms full of dresses. You’re grateful for the distraction that allows you to turn away, hoping he didn’t notice how red your face was getting or how fast you started breathing. Something about him makes you so nervous, like a kid with their first crush. You’re better than this, aren’t you?

With a huff, the attendant sets the dresses down in the middle of the room before hanging them up one by one on a nearby empty clothing rack. “I think I got your size right, but do let me know if you need anything tailored and I’d be happy to help. I’ll leave you two to it, let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you!” she waves, stepping out of the room.

Now alone with Gojo, you find yourself tense, heart fluttering in your chest as he traces his fingers along your jawline, landing on your chin to turn you back to face him. His eyes stare into yours as a smirk draws at the corners of his lips.

“So, you wanna give me a little show?” he whispers, so close you can feel his breath against your face. His eyes travel over your shoulder to the clothes rack behind you as he tilts his head, releasing his hold from you and leaning back. “After all, these aren’t going to try themselves on.”

Trying to steady your breathing, you stand up and attempt to ignore how shaky your hands are as they move to feel the clothes hanging up. The textures are almost impossibly soft, with colors from yellows to blues and reds, a rainbow of beauty in front of you. Glancing down at the price tag on one dress, your eyes widen.

“Gojo, these are like $2,000 each, I can’t-” you start, slightly panicked.

“Hush, this is my treat,” he says nonchalantly with a wave of his hand, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the couch. “Besides, getting to see you in these is worth all the money in the world.”

You blush again, a soft, “Okay,” leaving your lips as you pick out a dress from the rack.

Each one you pick up is more beautiful than the last as you work your way through the clothes. Gojo insists on helping you zip every single one up and has you twirl around, a smile permanently plastered on his face. He murmurs some version of “gorgeous,” “beautiful,” or “perfect” when he sees you in each dress, and truthfully, he makes you feel it. You find yourself giggling and practically skipping around the room as you dance around the man who’s making it all possible as he just watches you with joy in his eyes.

Finally, you near the end of the rack as you put on a flowy, off-the-shoulder dress that looks like the color of the sun. It hugs your body perfectly and you can’t help but stand in front of the mirror, spinning back and forth as it flares out around your waist.

All of a sudden, you feel the warmth of Gojo behind you as his hands wrap around your waist, his head settling in on top of your shoulder. He looks at you in the mirror, slowly taking in your beauty.

“This is the one,” he whispers into your ear. “Get all the others, I don’t care, but this is the one you’re leaving here in.” All you can do is grin and nod, your cheeks flushing at his words.

The two of you stand there for a moment, Gojo’s hair softly tickling the side of your face as his hands trace along your hips, moving down to run the hem of the dress through his fingers. He tilts his head down slightly to place his lips against your neck, softly kissing the space above your collarbone.

Instinctively, you lean your head back as your eyes close, taking in the feeling of his body against yours. Your hips press against his, the hands that rest against your thighs pulling you into him further. He bites softly against your skin, eliciting a moan from you as you raise one of your hands up to the back of his head, gently rubbing an undercut you didn’t know he had before you bring your fingers higher into his hair, loosely twirling the white locks through your palm.

One of his hands trails under your dress between your legs. He pauses momentarily, lifting his head away from your neck so his mouth hovers next to your ear. “Tell me what you want, princess,” he hums.

Eyes still closed, warmth begins to build in your stomach at his touch. The only thing you know in this moment is that you want him.

“You,” you whisper, “I want you, Satoru.”

Hearing you voice his name, a soft moan leaves his throat as his lips reattach to your neck, gently sucking your skin just enough to leave a small bruise. His fingers continue their path until they reach your clothed cunt, a breathy chuckle from Satoru telling you that you’ve soaked through your panties. His fingertips ghost over your folds, the gentle sensation making your hips slide forward, desperate for more.

“P-please,” you whine, moving back against his body as you suddenly feel his cock start pressing against your ass through his pants.

He slides your panties to the side and brushes his fingers over your clit, the roughness of his fingertips making you squirm from pleasure. His hips start grinding against yours, craving the friction your body provides.

Moving down slightly, he presses against your entrance before slowly sliding two fingers inside you. Fuck, it’s even better than what you imagined. You tilt your head back further and feel a moan start to leave your throat, when suddenly his lips are on yours. His tongue slides into your open mouth as the pace of his fingers picks up, curling inside you as he finds the spot that makes you shudder against him. You both forego air as you sloppily kiss one another, releasing a need within you that you didn’t know you held.

Satoru continues kneading his fingers inside you until the familiar tension begins to build in your stomach. Pulling away from his lips for a moment, you moan his name. “I-I’m close,” the words catching in your throat, eyes shut tightly from pleasure.

You hear him chuckle behind you. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he purs as his lips return to your neck. You do as he says, focusing your gaze in front of you, and your eyes meet his through the mirror. “I want you to see how pretty you’re about to look when you cum for me.”

At that he thrusts his slender fingers further into you, thumb hastily drawing circles over your clit as you watch yourself get closer to the edge. With one hand in his hair and the other grasping onto his wrist, you try to stabilize yourself as your knees begin to give out. His free arm wraps around your waist to hold you up as you begin to lose yourself, eyes threatening to close as you try to maintain your gaze ahead.

“That’s my girl,” he hums. His words are barely audible over your moans as you feel waves of pleasure crashing over you, the only sound leaving your mouth a broken cry of his name.

His movements finally slow as he pulls his fingers out of your sensitive cunt, never breaking eye contact with you through the mirror as he lifts them to his lips, opening his mouth to lick your sweet essence off them. Pausing for a moment, he admires you - your taste, your delicate hands clutching onto him, your flushed cheeks. He places a kiss on the side of your mouth as you try to ground yourself, knees still shaky underneath you and only able to remain standing thanks to his hold on you.

“So,” he smirks, his eyes lighting up as he looks at your pretty face in the mirror, “where should we get lunch?”

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elonmuskfansgossipblog · 7 months

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part 5

"Amor vincit omnia"

He was woken up by the ringing phone, maybe that was a good thing, everything hurt him, literally everything! He glanced at his phone, who the hell was calling on him, yeah, this man always has a good sense of the situation.

- Hey, I wanted to confirm the date of recording the podcast, you asked me to let you know.

- Ok, thanks.

- I got ten thousand questions for you, have you seen? But now we laugh whether we should ask you about those juicy stories from the gossip blog. You know we all read them? Your brother thinks you write them yourself, hahaha.

- Yeah, of course I do. - he laughed

- Oh well, I won't bother you, have a nice day.

It worked! It was Polyphony, limbic resonance, symbiotic interdependence, fucking sci-fi- he thought.

But let's start from the beginning... because sometimes searching for a solution to a mystery can be too much fun and exhausting.

That night, when she fell asleep, she was horny, "vortex fission" echoed in her mind, she had no idea where she could have heard it or what exactly it was, so she just fell asleep. But she immediately woke up when she heard his laughter and his touch on her ankle. She was lying on a huge mattress in the middle of a black void, the only light coming from something like a smoldering red-yellow cloud above them. She didn't even have time to think "where am I?" because he just spread her thighs and drove his tongue into her pussy while grabbing her nipples and squeezing them so that she howled with pleasure.

- Would you like some company? - he asked

- What company? As long as you are where you are, all the rest does not exist - she whispered.

- Mhmm, it will be different today - he muttered, still playing with her slit - the only drink better than Diet Coke is this - he slurped, licking his hot source - but maybe you'll like this more - and... he slid his cock between the lips. Oh fuck!!! He has doubled up!!!- her brain exploded. She had him between legs and in her mouth! She didn't expect this but she was all for it.

- Come here - he lay down and literally impaled her on his dick and she took turns sucking the next two of him! Then she felt the next one touch her back, push her slightly forward and entering her ass. It was an orgy! She never dreamed of something like this! She was on fire!!!!! When suddenly, from the blackness, the figure of another woman emerged and approached them, she did not recognize the face, only heard his dialogue with her:

- Ik doe mee.

- Wachtwoord?

- Zonnedroom.

Now there were two of them, and he had multiplied to eight!

- Nos unimos.

- ¿Contraseña?

- Sueño de sol.

- ¡Ah, ahí están nuestras chicas latinas!

-Je joins.

-Mot de passe?

-Sundream.

- Я присоединяюсь.

- Пароль?

- Солнечная мечта.

- Можешь только смотреть, хахаха, я шучу.

She heard it again and again in another language. It was a sexual hell of pleasure, yes, she knew they were girls from the blog, and he satisfied them all, each of them had him for herself as much as she wanted and the way she wanted. Admission requires a password, but we know them all. And then the phone rang with urgent information confirming the podcast recording.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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imsparky2002 · 9 months

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Ghouls and Monsters - The Human

(Fraidrien doesn't bother with any theatrics, just settling for waltzing on into the room.)

Fraidrien: 'Sup, dude? Bootiful day, isn't it.

(He offers a hand for Average Adrien to shake.)

Average Adrien: (Giggling) Yeah, I’ve had a pretty good day so far! What about you?

(His counterpart puts his hands behind his head.)

Fraidrien: Oh you know, the usual. Making sure Gabriel knows I hate his guts, helping my partners and family scare the crap out of people, bein cute.

Average Adrien: (Fiddling with his fingers) That…sounds really cool. I always wished I had the guts to really stand up to my father before he got arrested for basically running an underground terrorist group.

Fraidrien: (Grimacing) What a scumbag. Mine hates monsters and Halloween, sure, but he doesn't have the guts to do anything about it.

Average Adrien: It’s just…I don’t get why you can hate someone just because they look different! What kind of reason is that? Most monsters are perfectly nice people just trying to live their lives…and yet humans treat them like they’re the devil incarnate.

Fraidrien: Well, look at it this way. When you were really really little, and your dad most likely told you to look out for the monster under your bed, what did you do?

Average Adrien: I would check, but mostly because I thought maybe if I was nice we could be friends.

Fraidrien: And that's because even then, you knew there was a chance it was kind. There are people out there who just... don't operate like that. They hear or even think about something or someone being different and it scares them. Most are passive, but others decide to get violent. Our world's not as hostile, but we aren't exactly holding hands with monsters.

Average Adrien: Yeah…I just wish things could be different. The group I started with Jesse and Missy, for humans on the monsters’ side, is getting bigger. But the process is really slow. I just…wish things could be different.

Fraidrien: Hey, the fact that your numbers are growing shows that you’re already starting to make change happen! Any progress is good progress!

Average Adrien: We can only hope. But enough serious stuff, tell me more about your world? You mentioned siblings? I have Felix, but he's my cousin, and not someone who I want to associate with at the moment.

Fraidrien: Me and Felix get along ok. He's more of a vigilante than a hero. I take it that yours isn't so neutral?

Average Adrien: Yeah…let’s just say, he picked up where my father left off, and then some!

Fraidrien: (Wincing) Yeesh... hope you've got Nathalie at least.

Average Adrien: Yeah, her and my mom. Mom and dad are divorced, and she and Nathalie worked to take down his group. They’re both really great.

Fraidrien: (Catlike grin) You know, I could transform and give your Gabriel a little visit.

(Average Adrien looks confused but interested.)

Average Adrien: What do you mean transform?

Fraidrien: Cheshire! Time to spook!

(He goes through his creepy transformation into Cat Astrophe, who cackles madly and takes his head off.)

Average Adrien: (Stares in awe) Woah! That’s, like, one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.

Cat Astrophe: (Putting his head back on.) Well, as you can tell, I was always a fan of the Pumpkin King, so I decided to become one myself!

(He pulls out his bag of sweets.)

Cat Astrophe: What tickles your fancy? Or, my fancy, I should say. Any hobbies?

(Average Adrien chews on a piece of candy before swallowing it.)

Average Adrien: I’m a bit of a movie buff myself and I like video games. I really wasn’t allowed to do much when my father had custody, so a lot of things are still new to me, but I love getting to try something for the first time! It’s always so exciting.

Cat Astrophe: Cheshire! Fright's out!

(He turns back into Fraidrien)

Fraidrien: Ooh! I love games too! Not just horror ones, mind you. I may love all things creepy, but I can have other interests.

(He then gets a warm smile.)

Fraidrien: It was really nice to meet me.

Average Adrien: It was nice to meet you too, other me!

(Maridoll and her partners show up to cuddle with him. Scarynette and KagaRing do the same with Fraidrien, holding a drawing that Nath did of DracLuka.)

Maridoll: Yes... it certainly was nice.

And that's the end of the Ghouls and Monsters crossover! Obviously, they will meet again, as shown in Weeby's Scare. Thanks as usual to her for helping with the dialogue. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask for more. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#adrien agreste #adrien #human #monster au #monster #monstrous au #monstrous #school for monster #ghoul squad au #ghoul squad #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

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trashbaget · 11 months

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rag ten people you want to get to know better

thank you for the tag you lovely human 🥺🥺 @firemedicdiaz 💖

relationship status: single & in love with myself 💅

song stuck in my head: that one ditty from ahs?? that goes like “mee na noo dee diee da dika mena noh dee da dee doh fleurnaloh schlie la gon po” (tell me you have auditory processing issues without tellin—)

last song i listened to: on purpose was stay high by tove li (such a classic) & passively was candy by mgk bc it was in the end of the pete davidson special i had going for background in the tub lol

three favorite foods: oh boy. chicken friccasse (i have never known how to spell frickahsee), pizza from a local liquor joint back home that i miss with every fibre of my being 🥲, aaandd uhhh my tuna casserole probably. FUCK WAIT MY POTATO SOUP FUCK THE TUNA CASSEROLE—

last thing i googled: probably something to do with fruit flies, idk i always open private to google things bc???

dream trip: i’m not much of a traveler (despise it in fact) but i have been wanting to go to california to bother @enbyeddiediaz in the real world

anything i want right now: just a really good sprinkled donut (again, preferably from a local place back home but i’ve heard the local place around current home is Also Good so i’ll actually have to visit sometime lmao)

tagging: liz you are hereby 🫲tagged🫱 & so is @queerbuckleys @translasso @evcndiaz & everyone lol

#thank you for tagging meeeeee #tag games #shut up im holding the trashtalking breadstick

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masonreds · 1 month

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Hiyaaa🩷

This isn't how you expected tonight to go. DRAMA

You couldn't handle your feelings for him anymore. You hated being friends when deep down you know you knew what you wanted and the possibility of him turning you down, rejecting you just thinking about it made you an anxious mess. OHHHH POOR GIRLY😢

You just knew it was Mason. The person who'd you been trying to avoid for the rest of the night. OH HERE HE IS🤭

'Last I checked, the afterparty hasn't been moved to the bathroom.' SILLY

'What's bothering you?' HE KNOWS HERRRR

Mason just ignores what you said. 'You would've at least made five sarcastic comments in the last two minutes if everything was fine. You forget how i can read you like a book.' He pauses. 'And you certainly wouldn't be hiding away from your own birthday party for most of the night. Especially when you always refuse to let me leave without helping you clean up.' OH CUTIE PIEEE😢

'Cut the bullshit, Y/N.' He told you sternly, before continuing, 'I watched you blow out the candles. I saw that look you made after you made your wish, and you looked up at me for a split second. And that look you had on your face, as if you were going to start crying right there and then. You masked it quickly, but I saw it. I’m not going to stand here and pretend I didn’t see it.’ CAN HE BE MY BESTIE TOO?

‘Because you’re my best friend,’ he reminds you. ‘And I feel like I have a right to know what I did that made you make that face.’ There’s a beat of silence, and he says, in a lower tone than before. ‘Because I would do anything to make sure I never see it again. It breaks my heart seeing you like that.’ HE IS JUST THE CUTEST I CAN'T

‘C’mon princess, don’t cry sweetheart,’ he beckons. ‘Please. Just come out and we’ll fix whatever’s happening. I swear.’ PRINCESS, GIGGLINGGG

Oh how you wish things were different, and how you wished you were destined to be with him. YOU AREEE, TRUST MEE

‘Because,’ you squeeze your eyes shut as more tears spill over. ‘You can’t see me like this. I don’t want it to change our friendship.’ DONT BE SILLY

‘What if I want it to affect our friendship?’ He sighs. ‘What if I want you to think you can come to me when you’re upset? Do you really think I’d push you away when you’re like this?’ OHHH🤭

‘But if the only reason you’re not coming out is because you’re afraid of how I’m going to react, then I’m the one who fucked up for making you think that you always need to be in a good mood around me,’ his voice softens. ‘I’ll leave you alone if you want, but please don’t try to push me away.’ HE IS IN LOVE, ISN'T HE?

‘Princess?’ He asks. Your chest tightens at the sound of that stupid nickname again. It started off as a joke, Mason teasing you after you shared your love of fantasy books and fairy tales with him. And it stuck around, quickly becoming Mason’s favourite way to make you flustered while you always shoot him with an annoyed glare. You always told him you hated it, but after a while you began to carry it with a sense of pride. As much as it pained you to know he was only joking, it always made your heart contract in a way he was only capable of causing. SHE IS HIS PRINCESS 🥹🥹🥹

‘Because-’ you whisper. ‘Because you’ll hate me.’ OH SHUT UP

‘As much as I want to tell you why I gave you that look tonight,’ your voice is slightly muffled with your face buried in his hoodie. ‘I know it will ruin our friendship and I don’t think I can bare losing you.’ IT WON'T RUIN ITTT

‘Please don’t say that,’ he tries to meet your eyes. ‘There’s nothing that you could say to me right now that would make me even think about hating you, okay?’CUTIE

‘I can’t keep pretending that I’m not in love with you.’ SHE SAID ITTTT

‘I thought us being friends would be enough, and for a while it was. I was fine loving you platonically, because I figured having you in my life as a friend would be better than not having you in my life at all. But my feelings never went away, they just continued to grow stronger and stronger and-’ you try to discreetly wipe your eyes. Your tears blurred your vision almost completely. ‘I knew you would never love me like I love you, because guys like you don’t date girls like me. The date models or influencers. The type of girl you brag to your friends about.’ OH MY BABY GIRL😢🫂

You’re rambling now, you can feel it. You find it impossible to stop until he speaks. ‘What if I feel the same?’ SCREAMINGGGG

‘Please give me a chance to speak, will you?’ He grips your shoulders gently, placing his face close to yours. And then he goes on to saying something you would’ve never expected. ‘Could you just pump the breaks for a second so I can tell you that I’m in love with you too?’ ‘You do realise that I’ve been crazy about you for years now, right? I just didn’t know where you stood so I never had the guts to ask you out,’ He lets out a breathy laugh and runs his hands through his hair. ‘Oh god if I had known that you liked me back even a little I would’ve said something! I–I just thought you never saw me like that,’ He trails off. He stops and turns to me suddenly. ‘Princess, I am so sorry. All this time you felt like you couldn’t be yourself around me, like you couldn’t just tell me how you felt.’ YAYYYYY WE HAVE A NEW COUPLE IN TOWNNN🤭🤭🤭

‘How about you let me deal with some of the mess in the living room, while you wash your face and wind down a bit?’ he suggests. MY MAN

‘You’re not staying?’Mason looks at me with a smile. ‘Of course I can stay.’‘Let me tell you something, princess,’ he stares deeply into your eyes, refusing to let your gaze slip from his. ‘I’ve never, never left your side willingly.’ THIS BROKE MY HEART AND THEN PUT IT TOGETHER AGAIN

‘Good,’ he replies. ‘That’s a relief because I honestly didn’t feel comfortable leaving my girl alone right now.’MY GIRLLL

OMG I LOVED THIS, THE WAY SHE WAS SO SCARED AND HE WAS SO REASSURING

HE TELLING HER I LOVE YOU BACK IMMEDIATELY CAUSE HE KNEW HOW SCARED SHE WAS

AND SHE NOT WANTING HIM TO LEAVE🥹

WOW, MISSED YOUR WRITING 🩷 THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE AND MORE 🤭🩷

Oh my god! You’re so sweet!! You have no idea how much I appreciate this. I keep giggling whilst rereading it 🥹 thank you for taking your time in writing this!! 🥺🩷

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xaninmyblunt · 5 months

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I’m sitting in class first day… i notice that I’m surrounded by girls most of them on my side of the class and i feel happy about that. I don’t want them only one catches my eyes fucking obsessed already r.i.p. funny thing is I remember scrolling on facebook one day sliding in girls dm like a chump . Ps i feel very uncomfortable but i like that feeling it makes me feel alive . Anyways I’m texting girls left and right delivered no text i come across a girls page she is pretty and i thought to myself damn i don’t want to say anything stupid just in case i see her and speak of satan she is right here in my class sitting next to me…what the fuck !!!! I remember what she wore that day pink checkered shirt w a pink skirt oh well. I am obsessed :3 lol

We became friends or a variant of it i felt close but not close enough i loved to make her laugh i found out she had a boyfriend sucked dick so fucking much kinda hurt especially when i found out it was a dickwad. She was supposed to be mine fucking fuck fuck. Soo that day after school i took shrooms blasted off . Seen things played games. Then after sold my soul in the bathroom fell asleep for two seconds. Woke up naked and everything was normal thats what i thought but selling ur soul is uhm a big deal and big mistake but fuck it u only live twice.!

I feel like i was put into another dimension same people but created by satan a sandbox if u will where the devil is the admin and controls the works and my involvement in it. Even if i think I’m controlling it I’m clearly not . Anyways i kinda lost my mind a week in i had dreams of being killed mee killing people i could smoke weed anymore my favorite drug stripped from me oh well.

Anyways i started to hear voices and see things that were not fucking there definitely not my fucking consciousness’s.. the clouds look like demons faces and the outlines of the bark on trees looked like demonic faces . When i would try to smoke weed it felt like someone had turned on a heater at full blast my ass legs shins testicals would burn i couldn’t sit still in class i would go to the bathroom and just go insane absolutely bonkers. I love rapping and when i rap its about killing people doesn’t bother me that much but if i think ab it too much i kinda get worried i might do some of the things i rap about.

For some odd reason during lunch i went to the auditorium and decided to play on the fuckingg piano lmao like i know how to play that old thing i sat down and started playing it in the empty audience silence. I decided i was going to play music for the dead the souls of those who sold theirs just like i did. Wouldn’t u believe it me playing the piano actually sounded amazing i was astonished by the fact i could even play an unearned skill that i probably shouldn’t have cool i felt like some anime character. A month in i had pretty much distanced my self from most of my classmates i was just going insane the voices and seeing things was just to much for me to sit still. Fucking horrible. I felt like everyone knew what i had done bc they are in a sand box i helped create

Oh im so fucked this thinking has got to go.

By the way this is all based off a true story

Im slowly drifting off into dreaming and then im falling i cant even feel my bed anymore im falling up down but i dont feel like im being ragdolled its unimaginably smoothe how im falling but its also fast paced and so dark i cant see anything im scared my mom wakes me up…thank you

#emo girl #scary

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moomoogothgf · 1 year

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My turn to ask those colorful questions!

RED/GOLD/PURPLE/TURQUOISE/GREEN/BLUE/BROWN/PEACH/CREAM/BEIGE/AQUA

That's a lot, I'm sorry 😅 and if the word obese is okay for you (I know its' fatphobic history and how innacurate for health it is, but it's a turn on for me x): BLACK/LAVENDER

Lots of fattening treats to you from another enby feedist ;)

RED: I want to feed you. Well what are you waiting for? I'm a huge slut for Reese's. Korean food and pastries. I heard the French put lots of good nutter in their pastry :)

GOLD: I want you to feed me. Well then 😏 open up fatty, I'll cook you lots of food so you have leftovers to snack o while I sit on that plush body of yours and give you bellyrubs

PURPLE: I want to make you fat. I wonder just how fat were talking🤔 . But I'll gladly eat for you. I'll consume as much and as long as you want me until you aren't satisfied with your house cow 🐮

TURQUOISE: I want you to make me fat. Oh I sure will. You will be so big and plush that we'll buy you a new soft bed just to accommodate your expanding flowing softness. You'll be like a mass of buttery warm dough

BLACK: I want to make you obese. Oh so I guess you want yourself a BIG girl. Well it's gonna take determination since you'd need to almost make me gain half my current weight to be considered obese but I'm sure you have a way to make me nice and massive. You'll stop at type 1 obesity..... right?

LAVENDER: I want you to make me obese. Oh I will. For every kg I gain I'll make sure to give you at least double that. I'll be sure that I look like a platonic ideal of thinness in comparison to your ever expanding cellulite covered bulk

BLUE: I want to see you knock things over with your belly. I'll blow up so quickly under your care my new bulk will make me into an uncoordinated mess, belly swollen and bruised from bumping it into things. Hips red and bruised from constantly walking into table corners <3.

BROWN: I want to bimbofy you as I fatten you. Bimboification is just so top tier for me. Make mee your obedient dumb feminine cow

PEACH: I want to take you out in crop tops and shorts to show off your obesity. Yeeeeees please I'll be your trophy fatty🥺. Please grab at my chub constantly and remind everyone my fat tits barely contained by a pink crop top and cellulite covered butt is YOUR DOING. You made this thin person into a big fatty slut.

CREAM: I want you to take me out in crop tops and shorts to show the world what a lardball you’ve made me. Do you prefer for us to be fat revealing sluts together or whould you rather be shown off alone? Basking in the shame of being a truly massive fatty even bigger than me an actual COW?

BEIGE: I want to grow you out of your clothes. Only if you buy me cute goth clothes as I outgrow my entire wardrobe. Especially big Victorian dresses to show of my swelling cleavage 💜🖤

AQUA: I want you to grow me out of my clothes. Why bother stripping when I could simply feed you until you burst out of your clothes like a can of dough? Don't worry I'm sure we will get you new ones once they can contain you for more than 2 weeks >;3

#ufff that took a while #thanks for the ask tho im flattered

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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the widow’s bunny - part 7

author’s note | this story is coming to an end soon as well, i won’t spoil anything. so you better read this chapter. enjoy loves x

summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”

pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

warnings | heavy smut ; pet names ; mommy kink ; strap-on mentioned ; conversations about violence (only small) ; very 18+!!!

taglist | @ilovehotactresses @bepisbeansprouts @heidithriel @mommynat @myplaceofsolace @jediluka @d14n4ol 4ol @youralphawolf72 @natasharomanoff-wife @santasbitch @karmasgxrl @marvel2024 @ripofflizzie @tashakink @natashaswife12345 @madamevirgo @comfy-mee (i don’t know why i can’t tag some of u :/)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 so on...

“They’re going to find us,” you stated simply while your eyes were averted on your hand that was currently placed on your lap. You hear Natasha let out an aggressive sigh and hit the breaks so the car screeched until you almost hit yourself on the dashboard. Looking furious, you unbuckled your seatbelt and yelled:

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Don’t fucking speak to me like that.” the widow warned with a very dangerous tone that sent shivers down your spine – especially your stomach.

“Natasha, you need to be more discreet if I were you.”

The older woman snaps her head at you and has these bewildering eyes that were vague; she’s in disbelief that you even have the guts to talk back, let alone with her. It’s a shock, yet arousing. Because then, she has a reason to punish the shit out of you. Although you don’t know that yet, at least not now.

She scoffs harshly, “I love how you can just fucking talk like that. I’m thinking of many ways to put your mouth into good use.”

You’re surprised at how calm and how alleviated she was. It’s like this whole thing wasn’t even a bother to her, it’s more like a game that she could win. And, you have no doubt that she’ll win because knowing Natasha, she’s the smartest assassin – like your dad – and can get away with anything with her power. It’s Natasha Romanoff.

You sat back and gulped, feeling your throat a little dry from that response of hers. Please, don’t do this right now. Do not do this right–

“Oh baby,” she faux a whine and lingers her fingers on your lap, leaning on your neck and pecking it gently. You were starting to feel things down there, and suddenly your whole entire body system began to heat up. She chuckles at the way you respond to her touch. Continuing, she says: “Get in the backseat. I want to fuck your pussy. No questions asked.”

In the blink of an eye, you were in the backseat while your legs were open just for her. She smirks down at you, then kisses your chest softly while palming your left breast with her big hand. Her lips continue to penetrate your skin until it reaches your neck. The sadistic woman pulls away from your neck, whispering: “You’re so beautiful, I love you and especially that heavenly body of yours. Mine to use only, no boy or girl will ever pleasure you as I do.”

You know that she will abide by her statement. With all of her might, she will keep you up until the day you die – possibly. And day by day, you’re starting to have a sense of love when it comes to her. It’s a sick feeling, not so nurturing. But, quite an addicting feeling. It’s like you’re eating your favorite dessert cheesecake and well, she was the whole cheesecake.

You let her hands wander around your body until it reaches the hem of your thin-line shirt. Smirking down at you once again, she pulls it up until you quickly grab her hand to stop her. Natasha scrunches her eyebrows together at the sudden movement until you beat her to it.

“Let me pleasure you this time,” you say seductively against her gaped mouth as she feels your hot breath against her lips. “I want to eat you out, Natasha. Let me?”

“I’m still in control,” she grumbles down. You nodded, of course, she is still in control. When is she not in control anyways?

She flips you over until you are finally on the car floor, her legs opening wide as she stares at you with her hooded eyes; full of lust and want. You lick your lips, as you unbutton her leggings, unzipping them rather leisurely to tempt her even more. Natasha groans in frustration and leans her head on the headrest – gulping while letting out a breathy moan. You continued to unzip her pants until you were met with black lacey underwear with a cute little ribbon on it. Smiling, you kiss her clothed navel and pull her pants downward and she shakes it off.

Her fingers threaded through your mystic hair and whispered: “Baby, suck me. Suck me, like how you sucked that strap–Fuck just, lick me.”

Nodding slowly, you pulled down her underwear until you were met with her unshaved cunt that looked clean. You’ve never really taken a glimpse of her nude part, and you were in complete awe once it was so close to you. She looks down at you as she watches the way you lick your top lip, and dives right in.

Natasha closes her eyes as she gasps for air, feeling your tongue that was against her folds. She grips on your hair a little tighter as she pushes your head down even more, making you let out a muffled sound onto her clitoris while sucking on it. The woman smirks and whispers once more,

“That’s it, doll. That’s it, my little kotenok. Lick mommy, just like you should be… God, I’m going to enjoy this.”

You pulled away with a pop and looked up flirtatiously as you winked, making her body spasm with more desperation as she wants your tongue to lick up her juices. Trying to hump your face, you pressed your tongue flatly again on her clit and flicking it multiple times, she moans loudly – like it’s filling up the whole car room.

“Oh fuck, yes! God baby, you’re a slut for mommy’s cunt,” you melt when she talks to you in such a lewd way – it was almost fascinating to you. You shut your eyes and continue to eat her out like it was the last thing on earth. You munched, making open-mouth kisses on her folds and soon enough your tongue was buried deep inside of her. She brings her other hand to your head and now she’s holding you in place. Looking at you with her tired hooded eyes, she begins to hump your face with guttural moans and says, “You’re so lucky I don’t have my strap because I’d fuck your throat right now. I’d fuck the shit out of your face like it’s your pussy, I want to get this–mmm! This strap with a fake cum so that I could just fill up your throat… wouldn’t that be fucking exciting?”

“Yes,” you mumbled down her wet cunt. “Are you going to come for me? If so, do it right now.”

“Mmm, soon,” she responds with another moan but in a very low voice as she closes her eyes in satisfaction, leaning her head back onto the headrest as her other hand is still clutching on your hair tight that you’re sure it’s pulled out. “Damn, you’re a good pussy eater... might use your mouth once in a while, especially with my cock. C’mon, little girl, mommy is so close. Lap on it.”

You continued to eat her cunt while your hands trailed down her V-line, circling it – making her more anticipated. That’s what you most want to do, make her want you nonetheless. She makes these cut-off moans as she arches her hips, holding your face hard between her hands and screaming:

“Fuck, I’m cumming inside your fucking mouth! Take it!”

You feel her juices gushing out and you eat it, leaving no come left that she has given. She heaves for air and slumps her back into the seat, shaking erratically from her orgasm. You moaned, leaving a vibration on her pussy, and pulled yourself up; kissing her on the lips with her cum in your mouth. Natasha moans lowly and grabs the back of your neck while her other hand pulls your ass onto her lap – making you sit on it.

She pulls away while biting down on your bottom lip, whispering: “You’re fucking crazy. You make me crazy. Now, let me take care of my sweet little kotenok…”

Natasha kisses you under your chin as she sucks out the skin while groping your tits with her bare hands. You whined like a little girl and tried to push her away because it was all too much until she hugged you tightly, kissing your neck with much more desperation that was roaring inside of her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks while panting, still peppering kisses all over your neck. You bit your bottom lip once again while your hand was all the way down to her back. “Tell me you love me, dear god, ugh… tell me you love me. Only me, baby girl.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whisper while pulling her face out of your neck, looking at her deeply. My god, she’s incredibly beautiful. She doesn’t look young but not so old either, she’s compelling and alluring at the same time that it’s hard for you to explain it. She smiles at you, then pulls you into a heated kiss. You moan quietly into her mouth as she grumbles. Natasha darts her tongue inside of your mouth and you gladly open it, meeting her tongue with yours. She flicks her tongue with mine and tries to dance with it, although you weren’t so good with these sessions so she takes the full lead.

She aggressively growls when you poke your tongue on hers and brings her hand down to your lower back to pull you down on her – like she’s asking you to grind on her lap. You pulled away with a loud pop sound and whispered: “God, you’re such a–”

“Good kisser? Thought so,” she chuckles deeply as she guides my hips down on her lap, making a pace. She pants into my neck and murmurs, “I want you so much, I want you forever. You’re all I want, you’re all I need…”

You’re all I want too, Natasha.

The windows of the car start to build up a fog as you begin to sweat while grinding hard onto her lap, she looks tentatively at you while you try your best to not come soon; she likes to take things slow and to penetrate you. Clearly, she likes to show.

“Fucking whore, always want mommy’s attention huh? You’re such a dumb little baby,” she says while nibbling back to my neck, marking me like some territory. You enjoyed it and broke out a loud light moan as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. You continue to grind on her but this time harder and faster. Natasha brings her hands back to your breasts and squeezes them harshly, making you close your eyes and fling your head back while your other hand is at her nape.

“I’m a whore for you, mommy! I’m such a whore… please let me cum? Please? I’m begging I can’t–Oh god!”

“Just like that my kotenok,” she whispers seductively while arching her hips to meet my coherence thrusting. “God, gimme those fucking tits. Let me fucking rip your shirt out.”

Between her hands on the u-line of your shirt, she rips it out while pulling your pink laced bra until it was all the way down to your stomach. She latches her lips on your right nipple while her other hand was at the back of your ass, basically pressing your hipbone so that she can thrust with you harder. You were holding her neck steadily while you were practically humping her lap like some horndog until you let out a long moan. You come onto your panties as she holds you in place, moaning with you.

“Baby, oh baby,” she whispers on your lips while kissing it many times, shushing you quietly. “That’s it, yeah… you’re doing so well my love. God, I love you. I love everything about you…”

As soon as you were done, you flopped your head into her neck as she soothes your back caringly, whispering to you with such lovely words that you have to rethink this is Natasha. The older woman smiles and kisses your cheek, whispering once more: “You did so well for me, kotenok. Take out your underwear. I want to lick off your cum.”

You slowly lift your hips up and remove the undergarment, moaning that you can feel your wetness dripping. You came that far, it was erotic. She moans as soon as you hand your underwear to her and smiles. Natasha hums where she can see a patch of wetness that was in your underwear and licked it hungrily, grumbling at how good it tasted.

“So good, I can eat this like it’s my meal,” she continues to lap on the underwear until she is finished. You felt embarrassed at how much you came and the woman noticed it by the slightest. She cups your cheek with her other hand and whispers, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of coming so much. I love it, even.”

You just hummed and rested your head against her chest – feeling the warmth you’ve been needing since yesterday. She whispers, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much that it’s impossible for me to let you go… I hope you learn to love me. In that way, we will be happier together and run away.”

“Have we not run away?” you chuckled lightly.

“Of course we have, but we’re on the run yeah? Make sure they won’t get you away from me,” she murmurs into your neck and pulls you back, giving you another searing kiss. You gladly opened your mouth and possibly made out with her for a good 15 minutes.

You kind of have this realization that maybe you could stay in this life. Where it’s just you and her, and no one else to worry about. However, you do miss your parents dearly and wanted to suggest if you could visit them. Tell them that you’re alright and you’re safe. You just don’t have a clue whether she’ll allow that or not, predicting how massively protective she is towards you. Like, you were her little baby. Although that sounds terribly wrong considering you’re an adult now. You sigh inaudibly and put the thought aside and let her touch you once again.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Well, we have no one else to turn to, yeah?”

Steve just sighs and continues to follow his fellow avenger to Wanda’s room, where she’s been rarely disturbed. Clint suggested that they should reach out to her since he and Wanda are quite close. But not in an intimate way, just a fatherly figure towards the younger woman. As soon as they reach her door, Clint gives two-pound knocks on the door and asks, “Wanda? May we borrow some of your time–Ah!”

Wanda, who they thought was inside, was in the hallway – leaning against the cooled wall. She eyes them, like she’s investigating, and replies with a thick Sokovian accent, “To what I owe you this time, Barton? Rogers?”

“Y/N, we–”

“Oh, I know what you’re suggesting,” Wanda cuts Clint off with a serious tone that was coming into her mouth. “And, I’m not going to do it unless Stark isn’t involved with Y/N’s investigation.”

Wanda has an awful relationship with Tony and it’s kind of questionable to the others how this woman lives in his tower. Well, mainly, Tony himself feels sorry for his mistakes and does her a favor by living under his roof. Wanda took it of course, mostly to suffer him more with bills and food but considering how he is a billionaire, the expenses were like a coin.

“He won’t,” Clint nods with pleading eyes. “I promise. I’ll make sure of it, Steve will make sure of it. Just–Can you see through her mind? Please? Just let us know where she is?”

She lets out a long quiet sigh and looks down, and then looks back up after a minute and nods. Cling offered a small tight-lip smile as the three of them went inside Wanda’s abode. The witch sits near the foot of the bed and looks at them deeply, asking Clint: “Are you sure about this? This is only a one-time thing, you can ask again after a week.”

“I’m sure, just… let me know where my daughter is.”

Wanda slowly nods and closes her eyes while getting into your mind. It took her a minute or two before she was in utter shock at where you were and how you were. She fully regrets doing this.

You were inside Natasha’s bedroom, sprawled all over her bed naked as the widow kisses your navel all the way up to your neck, whispering the dirtiest words to you. Wanda wasn’t shocked at the scene, she was shocked because it was Natasha who has held your captivity.

You promised me you wouldn’t do this again, Nat! Wanda frustratingly thinks to herself and takes a god in the room. She notices the location quickly: Of course, France. That’s where she and Marianne went before she died. Typical Natasha.

Before she gets deep into the scene, Wanda immediately stops and finally opens her eyes. Clint looked at her and asked, “What? Where is she? Where’s Y/N?”

As soon as she was about to say it, a plan came through her head. Wanda doesn’t want to get the situation even worse, let alone everyone loathing Natasha so she thought that maybe she could talk it out with her; without manipulating her mind. After all, they were best friends… right? But, it’s rare for Natasha to give in. Although it could be worse if the government finds out that this is Natasha’s doing and investigates how she killed two young women. She was scared for your life, Clint’s life, and everyone else who was affected by this chaos.

You promised you wouldn’t do this again, Natasha.

Shit friend.

“I–I can’t tell but,” she lies through her teeth, feeling her stomach churning as she does so. “She’s at a house. There were no windows, I can’t… I don’t know yet. Give me more time, a week perhaps?”

Clint sighs aggressively and turns around, smothering his hand all over his mouth until he feels Steve patting him on the shoulder, asking him to calm down quietly. Steve looks at the younger woman and responds to Clint.

“Yes, that would be appreciated. Please, let us know as fast as you can.”

Wanda gives a small nod and watches them as they leave her room and once they do, the woman breaks out a sob that had so many emotions with it. She promised herself that she was no longer getting involved with Natasha’s upbringing like this, but you were with her. She has her eyes on you. And, most surely, the witch knows that you could possibly die in her arms.

But not on her watch.

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Why do I feel like someone is watching me?

No, I can’t be worried over a stupid thought. Silly me, I’m just being delusional. But, as my wrongs come vaguely I realize that maybe I’m a preemptive villain, the vile assassin that was raised wrongly. I’ve murdered numerous people – especially the ones that I’ve held captive. Though I do know that Y/N is different, she’s not like Marianne.

She’s more unique, witty, and enjoyable. And tasty, if I may add.

“You’re thinking too loudly,” Y/N whispers to me as we both lay on our bed humbly, letting our hands touch each other without even noticing it. I hummed and continued to think about why on earth am I worrying so much? Until I felt bunny kissing the side of my mouth, making me chuckle.

“Needy?” I asked.

“Oh please, as if you weren’t the one who’s needy.”

“Uh-huh,” I turn my head so that I could kiss her temple, pulling her closer to my naked body. Whispering once more, I mentioned: “We will go somewhere tomorrow. I think you’ll like it, despite your vibe.”

“Yeah? What’s your little surprise?”

“My dick inside your mouth, that’s what,” she squeals once I attack her on the lips and flip her over so her stomach is pressed onto the soft mattress. I trail my wet lips all over her heated back until I reach her ass, biting it softly. She gasps and lets out a strained moan before I pull myself up to kiss the back of her shoulder desperately.

Bunny and I love using the strap-on, well I use it mostly. Because I like being in control and she gives me her submissiveness; which I adore. Although when we were in the backseat of my car, I let myself give in to her. Usually, I don’t. Especially when it’s fucking. But, with bunny, I feel like I’m giving myself more to her than I shouldn’t. Is that wrong? Why would it be, anyways?

As soon as I was about to spread her legs, I heard a doorbell coming through my house. I groaned and whispered to her, “I’ll be right back.” she nods simply and I step out of bed, grabbing the nearest robe that was on the rack of the chair. I wore it around me and walked down the stairs as I reached for the front door. Opening it with confidence, I see someone that I shouldn’t be seeing in the first place.

Now I get that weird feeling that was below my stomach.

“Can I come in? I brought wine.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #dark!natasha #natasha angst #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #black widow x you #wlw blog #twbseries #smut #smut and angst #possessive natasha

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clairecrive · 3 years

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Hello beautiful person! Do you take requests which ask you to write a second chapter for your writings? If you do, may I ask a second chapter for "Rare"? And if you don't could you please let me know so I can be careful for another time when I ask a request?

I hope this is not something that disturbes or irritates you. I love your writing, it is beautiful and sometimes I read your pieces over and over again. 😁

Thanks for blessing us with your writing. Have a nice day.💕

A/n: First of all anon, thank you so very much for your sweet words! They mean the world to me <3 Also, your request could never irritate me! I love them and I love the fact that you consider me half a decent writer enough to send me your thoughts <3 I'm sorry it took me so long to get around this but I hope you like this and are still around to read it x

I've decided to pair it with a request for juicy time with Eddie. there's no actual smut but it's suggestive let's say.

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff,

Word count: 2.4K

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Part 1

TOM HARDY MASTERLIST

You weren't exactly new to heartbreak. You had been a teenager after all but your experience with adult relationships had not been that good either.

You knew that you'd be over Eddie even if it may take you some time. It's true that you had only been dating for a few months but you had really grown attached to him. It was one of the things you hated about yourself: the way you got attached way too soon, way too much.

Especially, in this case, seeing as Eddie hadn't been 100% in it in the beginning you had hoped that the more time you'd spend together, he'd see that you weren't so bad and that he'd grow to care for you. At least a little bit.

Turns out you were wrong.

As much as you hated being wrong, the thing that hurt you the most was that despite your best efforts, Eddie still didn't think you were enough for him. And how could you be when the benchmark was perfect Anne?

You stood no chance. You had been a fool for even trying. And now you were experiencing the burn for your foolishness.

This had happened often enough that you had developed a routine for dealing with heartbreak:

1) crying your heart out and indulging your sadness with whatever helped (mostly comfort food and Friends)

2) enough with indulging, it was time to pick yourself up. No more overeating although you still allowed yourself to cry if you felt like it

3) "I don't need him anyway" phase where you'd make a mental list of how your life was before and after whoever you had broken up with to remind you that they weren't as important as you made them out to be

4)"put yourself out there again" phase where you started going out again with the intention of meeting new people or simply having a good time.

As of this time, you were in phase 3. You noticed that there were some of Eddie's things littering around your apartment. So, you picked up a box and collected them with the intention of returning them to him, effectively closing this chapter. As you did, you made that aforementioned list. This time, with the added reason for your break up, it was a bit easier to remind you why breaking up had been the right decision.

When your hands closed on your favourite hoodie of his though, you couldn't help the pang in your heart as a flood of memories hit you.

You and Eddie doing a Friends marathon every Friday night.

Eddie giving this hoodie when you were sick because he knew how much you liked it.

Eddie taking the hoodie off for a whole other reason almost ripping it...

No.

Shaking your head, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Enough of that. It was over.

It was only a week later that you finally got the time to come around Eddie's apartment. Sure, you could have called him, he could have come himself to pick them up or you could have dropped them at his job but that would have required you to call him. And recalling how that went last time you tried to reach him you decided you'd spare yourself the humiliation of him not ghosting you again.

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders and knocked on his door.

"Y/n." You were met with a dishevelled Eddie.

He looked like shit but what's new with him. He also looked very surprised to see you at his door and you also couldn't blame it for that. You would have reacted the same way if the roles were reversed.

"Hi, Eddie," you hated your treacherous voice that wobbled when you spoke. Clearing your voice, you tried again.

"Sorry to come here unannounced. I've found some of your stuff in my apartment and I thought you'd like to have them back." You explained as you handed him the box, his eyes taking it in for the first time.

"Oh," he paused as he considered your words. Was that disappointment in his voice? "Thank you, y/n. You shouldn't have." He smiled weakly as he took the box from you, your fingers touching briefly.

"It's not a problem, Eddie. I was just passing by anyway." You and Eddie actually lived far from each other. The truth is that there was no reason for you to be in this part of town if it wasn't for him. Eddie knew that but he was kind enough not to point that out.

He just nodded, accepting your words as he held the box close to his chest.

You awkwardly stared at each other for a while, you didn't know what to say but neither of you wanted to end this exchange quite yet. When you felt that you had been standing like a fool in front of your ex's door, you went to leave but Eddie beat you to it.

"So how have you been?" Your first reaction was to scoff at this attempt of small talk. Neither of you was very good at it. And truthfully, it was rich coming from someone who had not made any effort to keep in contact with you even before your breakup.

The scroll of your shoulders was the only answer Eddie got. You weren't in the mood to pretend nor did you want him to know how you were still suffering for him.

"I should ask that to you." You reverted the question to him. He really didn't look well.

"yeah, it's been a rough couple of weeks," he confessed scratching the back of his head.

"That, I don't find it hard to believe," you hummed as your eyes took him in, really took him in since you knocked at his door. You could also see behind him that his apartment was a mess.

"Yeah, don't have to worry about me though. I'm fine."

"Of course." You nodded at his dismissal, remembering harshly the situation you were in."Well, I'm going to go now. Take care." Cold but still polite you turn around, ready to put this -Eddie and this exchange- behind you.

"Y/n, wait!" he called when you were about to climb down the staircase. "Do you want to have a drink or something?" Stay for a while? he meant but didn't dare to say.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Eddie." You called over your shoulder, hand still on the railing.

"Please, I owe you an explanation." You didn't know if it was the desperate note in his voice or the fact that he really looked like shit but you turned around almost convinced.

"Don't you think it's too late for that, Eddie?"

"Maybe it won't change anything between us but you deserve to know." You knew Eddie and you knew how much he cared about transparency and honesty. This may not mean that you were going to get back together but he was right, you deserved an explanation.

"Okay," you agreed as you walked back and then into his apartment. Eddie closed the door behind him and set the box he was still holding down behind the coat hanger.

The sneak peek you had before was definitely right: Eddie's apartment was even messier than usual.

"Why does it look like a tornado hit your home?" You couldnìt help but point out. You knew Eddie wasn't that bothered by tidiness but this too much even by his standards.

"That would be my fault," a new voice answered you.

At first, you didn't register the difference in tone or accent even though you should have had because Eddieìs voice wasnìt that low or raspy. But then a black tendril entered your vision field catching your attention making you turning your head to better inspect it.

What.the.fuck??

"Eddie?" You asked perplexed, eyes fixed on this thing? even if you were addressing Eddie.

"Y/n meet Venom, Venom meet y/n." He gestured awkwardly with his hands.

"It's so nice to meet you, Eddie's always thinking about you, you know? It's a bit annoying." this time the voice didn't come from a tendril but a face. A fucking alien face with long sharp teeth and wide white eyes.

His words went straight over your head. How the fuck was this true? What were you even seeing? Did this thing come from Eddie's body??

"Fuck, I know I'm heartbroken but now I'm even seeing things?"

"Y/n," Eddie tried to get your attention. You thought you had only thought that but apparently, you had spoken the words. "You're not seeing things, this is part of the explanation I owe you."

"I think it's better if you sit," he said motioning to his couch when you did nothing but stare at Venom. Prompting by Eddie though, you sat down and listened as he spoke.

He told you everything. About Carton Drake about his project with aliens, about Venom and their rather troubled relationship. He even explained how Anne had got involved and how she and Danny had helped him.

It was definitely a lot to take in. But somehow, the thought that he could be lying to you never crossed your mind. The proof was right in front of you, wasn't it? Venom, as he had introduced himself, stood next to Eddie while he spoke. It had never spoken again and you were inwardly thankful for that. That he was giving you space to digest all of this.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came around that day, Eddie?" You asked once you thought you had wrapped your head around it.

"I didn't want you to drag you into this mess," he said with a shrug, head cast down he didn't meet your eyes.

You didn't know how you felt about all of this yet but you nodded anyway. Well, there was nothing you could do anymore, could you? He had already taken care of everything on his own and it wasn't like you had any right to worry about him anymore.

"Thank you for explaining, Eddie. I appreciate your honesty." Did this change anything for you?

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't enough of if Anne meant more to me than you did. That's not true but I didn't know how to tell you that without telling you what was happening." He nervously fiddled with his fingers without meeting your eyes.

You could see his point now that you knew what happened. Still, it hurt you that he decided to just keep you out of it without a word. He could have at least told you that something was going on, that he didn't or couldn't tell you anything - not right now. You would have understood and given him space. Did he really act like this to keep you safe or was it a way to dismiss you?

"I don't know if this changes things, Eddie. You still turned up to her when a major life-threatening event happened. I think this tells me everything that I need to know." You point out after a while, eyes fixed on the end of your shoes.

"She has been involved from the moment we broke up, Y/n. Hell, this was the reason we broke up in the first place." Eddie's head snapped up at your words. He looked surprised at your words like he couldn't believe that you thought Anne's involvement had been something he had actively sought out.

"That may as well be true, Eddie but still, you didn't tell me even after everything settled down. If I hadn't come around to give you your stuff I still would be none the wiser."

"I was afraid, y/n. How could I come back to you after how much I had hurt you? 'Sorry if I went m.i.a. for a while, I was infected with a parasite who knows permanently with me?' Come on, y/n, I wouldn't take me back either." Now upset, Eddie started to gesticulate frantically to prove his point. His eyes flickered between yours, he leaned toward you, his hands a touch away from yours as if he wanted to touch you but was preventing himself from doing so.

"I'm not saying I would have believed you straight away but still- aliens are way better than self-loathing you know?" You scoff at him- why was he so upset? He wasn't the one who had been beating himself up since that fight for being a worthless piece of shit, was he?

"I know I've never done a good job at showing you but I do care about you. Deeply." Almost as if he couldn't bear to not be touching you any longer, Eddie now reached for your hands. His hold on them tightening as he spoke the words.

You looked at him for a moment. Aside from that fight, your relationship with him had been good. The start wasn't promising, seeing as he was still taken by Anne but Eddie had treated you good. He was attentive and caring in his own way. Looking back to it now, you realized that the period where you started feeling him pulling back from you was the time when this whole alien thing had started.

But now you had settled this, right? So, could this mean...

"If I give you one more chance to show you," you spoke tentatively, enthralled by the twinkle in his eyes, "do you promise me to be fully transparent with me this time around?"

"What? Why would you do that?" He looked shocked but his eyes were hopeful.

"Are you trying to talk me out of it, Eddie?" You challenged him, arching an eyebrow.

"Like hell I am." He scoffed, a smile on his lips. "Nono, of course I do. I swear, y/n. You'll never feel like you don't matter to me again."

"Good." You gave him a small smile at the gobsmacked expression on his face. Oh, Eddie...

He does nothing but stares at you for a while. Like he hadn't seen you in a while and now that you were in front of him, he wanted to commit to his memory every little detail of your face.

"So," you said after a while, "do you plan to stare at me or would you like to get a head start on your promise?" you provoke him with a suggestive tone.

Eddie's mouth fell a little at that, Venom said something to him but you didn't understand him. Shaking his head, Eddie smirks at you.

"I would like nothing more." And with that, Eddie's lips are on yours making up for the lost time.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x you #eddie brock one shot #eddie brock imagines #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock angst #eddie brock smut #venom #marvel #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagines #eddie brock fanfiction #eddie brock ff

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jjblunt · 3 years

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encounters | rafe cameron

a/n: little quick blurb! just had the thought that rafe probably listens to classic rock. wrote this in like 15 mins so.. and this is my first writing here so excuse how poorly this was written!

here’s the kinda second part. or more of a like post high school thing?

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Being in a completely different friend group often hinders the possibility of you having an interaction with Rafe. His friend group were notorious for being boisterous, loud and whatnot. Your friend group were mostly on the down low, never really participating in the entire Kooks vs Pogues agenda that reigns in the island.

You did have several classes with him and you’ve seen him around at parties. And it is a particularly small town so you two know of each other. But no effort was ever made to really get to know him and vice versa.

That was until Midsummers happened.

Midsummers was always something you looked forward to since you get to hang out with your friends and (illegally) drink champagne while your parents pretended to like each other. But that year you were pretty bummed out since most of them was out of the country, spending their summer somewhere in Europe. So you were left to spend the night alone.

Only you didn’t.

It was about an hour and a half since it started, and by this point, you were pretty bored out of your mind and had opted to sit out the mingling. Rafe saw you alone at the table and decided to take a seat next to your place.

His arrival did question you and you were about to address it but he had beat you to it first.

“Alone tonight, Y/l/n?”

“Maybe,” you said. “You?”

“Maybe.”

“Surprising you’re not bothering any pogues tonight. Seeing that that’s the only thing I’ve seen you done outside of school,” you teasingly said.

Rafe could hear your voice dripping in sarcasm and decided to play along. “Oh yeah? And what about you? Surprising you’re not high on weed with your stoner friends right now,” he said. “Also, I do have other activities outside of school besides that.”

“Like what?”

“Like, golf.”

You can’t help but laugh. Honestly, you thought, golf? “You are so kook, Rafe.”

He smiled at your response. You didn’t think you’d be having a conversation with Rafe Cameron talking about nothing and everything. But you did. One question led to another and by the end of the night, your stomach was hurting from the excessive laughing that you’ve shared with the boy. And somehow the both of you began on the topic about rock music— one of the many things you had in common with Rafe. Something you found out that night.

“— I can’t believe you think Led Zeppelin is better than Pink. Like, c’mon. I thought we were getting along,” he said.

“But they are though! Pink Floyd writes sad shit and tries to be philosophical but it just doesn’t work!”

“So wrong for that. You just haven’t listened to the right songs.”

“You’re wrong. I know I’m right. Maybe if—”

mae: can u pick me up

mae: im in trouble💩💩

mae: moms gonna killll mee 😵

mae: plz

Your phone read. Fuck you thought. Your sister didn’t bother to elaborate the trouble she had gotten herself into so you instinctively stood up and for a brief moment you forgot that you were in the middle of a conversation.

“Hey, hey where are you going?”

“Fuck. Sorry, Cameron. Big sister duty. I have to go. Call me okay? or text me. Maybe you could play some Pink for me sometime and convince me that it’s better than Zeppelin. I doubt it though.”

He smiled. “Okay. Yeah, sure. But can I have your number first?”

“Sarah has it. Just ask her,” you said, heels already moving.

He nodded and waved you goodbye. Where have you been all this time? he thought to himself.

#i’m sorry for this mess #he’s also probably an eagles fan too #that’s hot #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #outer banks fic

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mysteriouslee · 3 years

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Post War Comfort

Lee Marcy Ler General Yunan

It was all over, the torment Marcy had endured was over

She was adopted by two of her most trusted friends and co-workers

She was happier she was safe, or at least thats what she thought, every night was leaded by an attack of horrific nightmares that brought back a bitter time

Marcy wished for the nightmares to end, she didn't tell anyone about it because she didn't want to cause anyone trouble, not again

just then during a nightmare she was woken up by two worried faces

General Yunan: you ok kiddo

Marcy: I-

Lady Olivia: tell us what's troubling you honey

Marcy: I'm not having the bests of sleeps

General Yunan: Is there any way we can help

Marcy: not really

Marcy then mumbles something under breath that Yunan slightly hears

General Yunan: you want us to what??

Marcy mumbles again with a small blush on her face

Lady Olivia: speak up dear

Marcy: could you - if you don't mind , of course you don't have to its really stupid

Yunan: that's it

Yunan trapped the girl in a hug and began digging into her ribs and sides

Yunan: tell us what you want, you always don't allow people to care for you and use the excuse of you being a bother, YOU AREN'T A BOTHER AND US AS YOUR MOTHERS WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO DO THAT TO YOURSELF AND WE DEMAND YOU TELL US WHAT YOU WANT.

Marcy: eheheheheh lemme gohoho

Lady Olivia: we know you need us for something from us so just spit it out

Marcy: Generahahal

Yunan: General Yoohoo is my name making Marcy feel better is my game, whats up tiny

Olivia: pfft

Marcy only blushed at the statement, reminding her of her drunk state

Yunan grew tired of Marcy not saying her troubles so she decided to kick it up a notch

Yunan: hey Marcy, how many letters are in Vagabondia Chronicles

Marcy instantly: 20

Yunan: all right then

Yunan rolled up the raven haired girl's shirt and began blowing raspberries on her stomach and counting at the same time

Yunan: one 'pbbbt', two 'pbbbt' three 'pbbbt' I can keep going if you want, just let us know what we wanna hear and I'll let you go, four 'pbbt'

Marcy: no no nohohoho lemme gohohoho this is mehehean "snort"

Lady Olivia: thats not what she asked for, Mar-Mar

Yunan: 10 'pbbbt' 11 'pbbbt' 12 'pbbbt'

Marcy: yohohur kihihilling mehehe

Marcy couldn't hold on anymore, she was snorting between each sentence and she was trying her hardest not to kick Yunan

Marcy: I WANTED YOU TO CUDDLE MEE, STOHOHOHP MERCEHEHE

General Yunan: thank you for your cooperation Miss Marcy

Lady Olivia: now that wasn't so hard wasn't it

Marcy only looked away in embarrassment, she expected to be teased

Yunan and Olivia looked down at their teenage companion and daughter with sympathetic smile as Marcy looked away in shame

Lady Olivia: you know its ok to get pampered and taken care of, Its normal for people to want comfort and love.

Yunan; yeah kid, its totally ok, even we are the same

Marcy: so its not a weird thing to ask for

Lady Olivia: Oh please, just last week I had to cradle Yunan to sleep when she had a nightmare about grubhogs

Yunan: OLIVIA !!!

Marcy only burst into giggles due to her mothers' antics, she always loved it when they teased each other

Yunan: you think this is funny huh ?? well you better watch out in the morning

Yunan lied down on the bed and hugged Marcy near and Olivia joined in hugging Marcy from behind

Marcy tiredly: I love... you guys

Yunan: I love me too

Olivia: Yunan!!

Marcy giggled and safe and soundly fell asleep in her family's embrace

#amphibia #marcy wu #lady olivia #general yunan #tickle fanfic #sfw tickling #tickling community #tickling #comfort

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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 3 years

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Beach Rules

A/N: Paladins at the beach? Sure! Platonic everyone. This is Keith and Shiro centric. And there’s loads of tickling and simping, yay :D

„Is that…“

„No, it can’t be!!“

„Oh, but, but… guys, it’s…“

„A beach!“ Shiro stepped out of the castle, joining Pidge, Lance and Hunk on the surface of this vacation worthy planet with a disbelieving expression.

Allura followed, taking her helmet off and actually giving one of her rare honest smiles. „Yes, a beach. This is the planet of Basoria. 10 000 years ago, this planet has already been one of my favorite places to be. It seems incredible that the Galra haven’t taken over it. But since there are no intelligent beings on here, they probably didn’t see the point. It’s a save place. Coran and I wanted to offer you this. A day off at the beach. With everything you’ve already done, paladins, I am happy if I can give you something back.“

The three younger paladins shrieked happily, shouting their thanks as they took off running for the shore, shoes flying and jackets landing in the sand. Shiro turned his head to look at Allura with a smile. „This is amazing, Allura. I think you couldn’t have made them happier.“

Allura tilted her head and put a hand on Shiro’s left arm. „I was hoping you would enjoy this as well, Shiro. You have been working harder than anyone of us. You deserve a day’s rest.“

Shiro opened his mouth in surprise, a little overwhelmed by so much attention and a little lost for words. Fortunately Keith chose excatly this moment to step out between them, a grumpy expression on his face. „A beach?“ He asked with a raised eyebrow, obviously sceptical about something that involved such a big amount of fun.

Allura narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance, having hoped for a rather different reaction. „Yes, Keith. A beach. A place for relaxation and happiness. I’m glad to see that it disgusts you so much.“

Allura went to take off her armor inside the castle, mumbling intelligibly under her breath. Keith merely sniffed and shrugged as the princess moved away, crossing his arms over his chest and looking outside with a wary expression. Three cheerful paladins were splashing around in turquoise water. They were still dressed in t-shirts and pants, but didn’t seem to care a bit about the additional soaked weight. Keith had never seen them this outgoingly happy.

He felt a weight on his shoulder and saw that Shiro had put his hand on it, an encouraging smile on his face. „Go on, Keith. Don’t worry so much. I bet it’s fun out there. Give it a try.“

Keith tilted his head slightly and looked away, a little crease appearing between his eyebrows. „Hmmm. I don’t know, Shiro.“

The warm dark eyes of the older paladin changed, giving room for worry. This guy managed to catch up to everything. „What is it?“

Keith huffed and shook his head slightly, fond of Shiro being so perceptive, yet at the same time wishing he weren’t. „It’s just… I don’t know. I- I’ve never… well, I’ve never been to a beach before. My father and I never went on vacations, you know.“

Keith shuffled around slightly, trying to act as indifferent as he could, while he was actually dying from insecurity inside. He sent a tentative side glance in Shiro’s direction and saw the realization in his expression. Keith smiled and shielded his eyes against the sun.

„I think it’ll come naturally to you, Keith.“ Shiro said softly, making Keith look at him again in surprise. „All we have to do is go out there and… do the next best thing.“

Keith blinked at him, pretty unsure about this much spontaneousness. „And what would that be?“

Shiro put his finger on his lips thoughtfully, making Keith start to consider that maybe Shiro had just as little clue what to do at a beach as he had. His features softened a little at that impression. Where Shiro knew pretty much everything about him, there was little Keith knew about Shiro in connection to his past. Shiro kept most things locked away behind so many doors that walking through all of them could take years. Keith had barely managed to walk through the half of them.

He sighed deeply and slid out of his jacket, leaving it in the castle. „Let’s start by making ourselves more… beach ready.“ Keith made an awkward motion towards his t-shirt and then bent over to take off his shoes and roll up the legs of his pants.

Shiro smiled at that and copied Keith’s actions, stripping to his sleeveless muscle shirt and rolling his pants up as well. For a second he was insecure about the bulgy skin where his right shoulder merged into the metal arm. But then a sudden feeling took over him and made him forget about any insecurities. Was that… giddiness he felt in his stomach?

There suddenly was so much energy inside of him that he had to get rid off. He looked at Keith staggering around on one leg as he tried to keep the material of his pants rolled up on the other leg. And a grin spread out on his face.

He suddenly knew exactly what he had to do.

„Keith..“

Keith looked up in time to manage a very surprised yell, before a very strong arm wrapped around his middle and lifted him off the floor. „SHIRO WHAT ARE YOU-“

„I know what we have to do!“

Keith clawed his fingers into Shiro’s foreram, holding on to him tensely as the pilot started running with Keith dangling from his side, shaking him quite thoroughly. Despite that Keith almost sighed in relief as fresh air ruffled his hair and blew under his shirt, giving him goosebumps and drying his sweat. It felt like flying through the desert with Shiro all over again. The memory of their races untied a knot in Keith’s chest and he suddenly had to let out a laugh as Shiro readjusted his grip on him, lifting him even higher than he’d been before.

„Don’t drop me!!!“

Shiro’s smirk was audible in his words as he raised his voice as well. „Oh, I will drop you in a bit!“

Keith tensed up again and looked to where Shiro was headed. Pidge, Hunk and Lance in the water had noticed their approach by now, curious happy smiles on their faces as they got closer at a dizzying speed. The realization hit Keith and he started struggling, almost causing Shiro to drop him himself.

„NO YOU WILL NOT! DON’T YOU DARE! SHIRO!“

But Shiro wasn’t bothered by Keith’s defiance in the slightest. His soft laughter mixed with Keith’s gasps and yelps and put a warm feeling in his shaking stomach.

Keith’s struggles grew stronger the closer they got to the water, forcing Shiro to swing Keith’s in front of his chest to be able to hold him there with both his arms.

Keith’s fists drummed against Shiro’s forearms, as the pilot reached the shore and took a few steps into the water. How Shiro managed to stay strong enough to hold him like that with all his laughter was a freaking mystery to the paladin of the red lion. „Enough with the violence,“ Shiro chuckled, „Time to cool your head!“

Keith’s knees were pulled up to his chest and he was eagerly trying to keep himself in that pulled up position by wrapping his hands around Shiro’s head behind him and holding on. „I DON’T THINK SO!!“

„Oh, but you will let go,“ Shiro growled, a playful tone to his voice that made Keith’s stomach drop.

„YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!!“

„Ah, Keith, you really bring this upon yourself,“ Shiro chuckled and kept his metal arm wrapped around Keith’s middle, the other suddenly dangerously unoccupied and close to his side and ribs and this was when it clicked, but too late.

„SHIRO WAIT-“ Keith shouted out in panic, trying to pull himself up higher to get away, but it was to no use. Shiro’s fingers were already squeezing his side and making their way up and hell on earth, it tickled so much, Keith had never thought anything could tickle this much.

Any plans for holding back his giggles were diminished immediately, as he broke out into hysterical squeals and deep uncontrollable laughter, twitching around like a fish as Shiro’s fingers were crawling up his side, over his ribs and right in the center of his exposed armpit. He really meant to keep his hands behind Shiro’s head, pulling at his hair to keep from being dropped. But forget that, he couldn’t take this without fighting back. It felt like Shiro was tickling him with twenty fingers at least where he was only using five and it wasn’t fair and it led to Keith’s unavoidable fate.

„SHHIHIIHRO NOHOOO PLEEEHEHEHEASE!!“

„I won’t stop until you let go!!“

„BUT THEN YOU’LL DROOHOHOP MEE!!“

„Beach rules, Keith. You are obligated to have fun!“

One last arch in Shiro’s arm, then Keith couldn’t stand it anymore and he tore his arms down, trying to push Shiro’s assaulting hand as far away from his ticklish torso as possible, when it was already time for a dive in the waves of Basoria.

Keith shrieked, when Shiro’s arms suddenly stopped holding him, honest to God shrieked - as if he’d needed any more embarrassment in front of the others. The cold water caught him quite gently though. There were no burns at the impact of the water, there was no water shooting up his nose. There was just a nice feeling of floating around and having his hair fly around his head.

He welcomed the feeling happily. But only for a few seconds. Then his wish for revenge grew too strong and he speedily made his way back up to the surface. He managed to find a stand on the sandy underground, the water up to his chest where it had been up to Shiro’s waist.

Shiro. With narrowed eyes and wet hair clinging to his forehead he saw Shiro quickly making his way deeper into the water, looking over his shoulder, laughing breathlessly.

„OH YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!! JUST YOU WAIT TIL I GET YOU BACK!“

Shiro almost slipped from laughter at Keith’s bubbly attempts oto swim after him, completely out of breath, but fueled with the desire to give him a taste of his own medicine.

In the meantime Pidge was busy climbing on top of Hunk’s shoulders in her soaked shirt, where she held on to Hunk’s hair with one hand, pointing at Shiro with the other and letting out a war cry that would have scared away Galrans. „FUGITIVE ON THE RUN! GO GET HIM! AID OUR TORTURED FRIEND!!!“

Keith almost sunk under the surface from his surprised laughter. He hadn’t expected the others to come to help him. They liked to watch Shiro tickle him into madness during sparring matches rather comfortably. But this. Maybe this was also part of the beach rules. Everyone against the strongest one. It seemed like a good rule to Keith.

Shiro on the other hand was barely able to bring much more distance between himself and the others as panicked laughter started to slow him down. Lance was gaining on him, as Hunk grabbed Pidge from his shoulders and used all his strength to throw her in Shiro’s direction, getting her closer to him as well.

Shiro thought it clever apparently to change tactics and stopped swimming in the one direction to make his way in the other one now.

Keith had to chuckle as he heard Shiro’s breathless gasps for air get closer. Alright, if this was a fun time at the beach he was sold. Now they only had to catch him.

„YOU GUYS, THIS ISN’T FAIR!!“ Shiro shouted, smiling widely as Pidge and Lance were getting awfully close.

„BEACH RULES!!“ Keith yelled as he too was getting closer to Shiro who was trying to make his way to the shore to be able to run away. He’d be way too fast for the other paladins if he managed to reach it. They couldn’t let him get away.

„Oh no, you will NOT!!“ Lance exclaimed passionately as Shiro was stumbling to his feet in the ankle high water. The plue paladin took a large dive and actually managed to pull Shiro down with a splash. The two of them rolled over in the warm part of the water, Shiro breathless from laughter already while Lance was yelling almost as loud as Pidge had before.

„You did it, Lance!“ Keith cheered as he too got to his feet in the low water, throwing himself on top of the other two. Shiro groaned with laughter at the additional weight and tried to push the two of them off of him.

„Now, just wait a second, just wait…“ Another weight took away Shiro’s breath as Hunk dropped down on top of Keith, slowly but successfully building a sandwich.

„We have him! Do we have him?“ Hunk spluttered and looked at his two friends underneath himself. Keith held up a thumb, despite the lack of air.

„We’ve got him! You guys are the best!!“

Pidge arrived with a wide smile on her face and was a bit reluctant to putting herself on top of the three boys as well. She didn’t have to anyway. Instead she dropped down next to Shiro’s face and grinned at him evilly.

„Ha, you didn’t see that coming, did you?“

Shiro glared at her, still out of breath, but he just couldn’t keep it up and a soft, playful expression was back on his face again in no time. „I guess Voltron’s bond must be really strong already. Just don’t lose your head in the process…“

All four of them groaned inexplicably loud at this bad pun and Pidge felt no sympathy for him in the slightest as she told the other three to give him hell just for that. Even though he was pretty doomed in his current position. He couldn’t move out from underneath the three boys and all of them put their hands to good use some place on his tall upper body. Hunk was pinching his sides, as Keith worked his hands under his arms and Lance immediately used his position for good access to Shiro’s ribs.

Pidge was blessed with the picture of Shiro throwing his head back in ticklish agony, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opened in the brightest smile, as beautiful laughter was shooting out of him.

He couldn’t fight off six hands with just two and Keith enjoyed strongly making him laugh this hard, especially with the aid of his friends. He could tell that Shiro was very fine with them having their fun like this and it warmed Keith’s heart that Shiro was so selfless and soft in every situation. He looked at Shiro throwing his head from side to side, shaking with incessant giggles and trying to arch his back against the overwhelming sensations and he just knew that Shiro would never stop doing whatever it took to make him happy and have fun despite the times they were living in.

He knew that there was no „Voltron losing their head“. Shiro’s love was the starting point of all bonding among the paladins. He was the heart of the group.

Keith certainly knew that. And the others would at the very latest agree now that Shiro’s determination had managed to connect all paladins in having fun together.

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pip-or-something · 3 years

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last twilight in phuket analysis

on growing up

1. hokkian mee

teh making hokkian mee seems very symbolic of growth here. throughout part 1 he’s always saying his mom will make it for them, but this time, his mom isn’t around, so he makes it himself

2. the loss of the private beach

@liyazaki pointed out that they have to make room for themselves in the public beach and that’s brilliant and i love that take and i think it’s important and correct! carving out your spot in an unfamiliar place is definitely a part of the learning to be an adult vibes

my focus in this scene was a bit different initially but still in support of that same positive change. i noticed that it is oh-aew who’s most bothered by their private beach being closed and not teh. remember when teh couldn’t even admit to himself that he wanted to be close to oh-aew? and now he’s holding his boyfriend’s hand in public! now they’re hugging on a public beach, and he’s emotionally aware enough to comfort oh-aew! *hugs teh*

3. the closing of funan tutorial school

funan tutorial school was this place kind of like their beach - the two of them knew it inside and out, so there were spaces that felt like just theirs. it’s a short scene, but that shot of them being locked out through the inside is really showing that they’re now on the outside of phuket - or at least they feel that way. i also think that scene is one of the many hints that teh, even though he’s mostly comforting oh-aew in this, is also unsettled and upset by the upcoming change.

the view zooms out after that, though, showing that they’re part of a much bigger word - rather than being locked out, it gives us the perspective of looking inside from a place of greater freedom

if we want to get really abstract, it could be symbolic of the kind of inward self reflection that occurs when we see that the world is much larger than we thought

parallels

1. this scene

has a backdrop with the same very distinctive teal color that we saw at oh-aew’s house in itsay

the scenes ultimately are like the same thing but they play out differently. the same because it’s always been oh-aew making teh come to him but now they’re actually talking like teh’s asking why and oh-aew is telling him to come closer and when teh doesn't want to do something he just explains why instead of forcing himself and it ends up being cute instead of angsty i’m so proud of them!!!

on top of that in the itsay scene they were deliberately hidden behind that staircase and now here they are out in public and teh’s shy but it’s okay because they understand each other now! and by this i mean teh understands himself enough to communicate that and not overstep his own boundaries and oh-aew understands because! again! talking!

2. the dancing around each other at the beach scene in part one

vs. the dancing to each other here

the connection here is pretty blatant in my opinion but the change is sort of subtle. in itsay, they ended up falling on top of each other, but then oh-aew essentially said he was hoping to run into teh, and this happened:

here, we have a role reversal where oh-aew is chasing teh, and when he gets there, they stick together

i just can’t get enough of teh being open to vulnerability here! and in public nonetheless!

i’m refusing to delve into too much color theory here but i mean-- in itsay we had the blue scene and the red scene and here there both blue and red scenes alksdjflaksjflkjaslkdjf

maybe the most important thing i have to say

at the beach, teh says “there may be lots of changes,” empathizing with and validating oh-aew’s sadness and fears, which is lovely because, wow! teh experiencing and expressing emotion fully? again, ✨ character growth ✨

and then there’s this thing: we know that teh is a problem solver. i know that he is because my brain works that way, too, and sure enough, i think he found a solution

when he says “i love you” he doesn’t just leave it at that. he says “i’ve never told you, not once” and he very effectively reminds oh-aew that not all change is bad

ahhhhhhhh everything in this series is so deliberate

barely coherent thoughts

i can’t believe how nostalgic this made me??? about a place i have never been??? the music and the locations and just!!! it hasn’t even been a year since itsay and i’ve rewatched it too many times to count but it feels like ages and it feels like coming home

twilight literally means half-light so as usual the nadao team is super on point with their titles - i mean it’s the perfect middle between the sun and the moon, the perfect compromise

the shirts and their colors are so unsubtle i love it

lkalkjsdfalkjasdf the blanket in the first scene i’m Suffering - i caught myself looking for yongjian on the wall lmao

did they not show them playing in the water because pp is scared of it because if so: that’s really considerate and cute and appreciated

i looked it up and lavender roses symbolize enchantment and love at first sight which is very cute and also feels like it demands growth, which would be fitting in terms of everything else i said. they also happen look very similar to genetically engineered blue roses which are actually super interesting to read about and symbolize the unattainable. so that’s very much in line with our title :’) in this case, rather than the romance specifically, it would be more likely to symbolize the inability to truly revisit the past, if that’s even what they’re going for

teh said i love you while oh-aew was filming them helpppppp i bet did that on purpose so that oh-aew will have it with him at all times when they’re apart [queue intense sobbing]

i think teh also needed to hear oh-aew say “i love you” here too and i have a lot of thoughts on how teh was dealing with all of this but i can’t figure out how to put it into words??? i wanted to peg him as someone who doesn’t do well with change but i think it’s more like he dislikes being in control and i confused the two because there tends to be overlap and here i think there’s multiple things happening. he’s mostly in control of the change, he’s always wanted to go to the city for university. but i don’t think he expected the emotion that is coming with it (and i really fully believe he’s experiencing the emotions for himself, too, not just empathetically with oh-aew). he seems to be handling the emotion pretty well? he’s not telling oh-aew anything outright but i don’t think he needs to, he’s expressing himself a lot more here than he ever did in itsay and oh-aew still read him like a book then

anyway i feel like we’re going to get a focus on oh-aew in this second part (it’s what i’m hoping for!) but i want to remember to keep an eye on teh and his progress as well because it might be more subtle but i am sure it will still be there

#last twilight in phuket #ipytm #i told sunset about you part 2 #itsay 2 #I Promised You The Moon #bkpp the series #Billkin putthipong #PP Krit #i wanted to gif things but my internet is too weak for that here #so pictures and links it is #oh-aew #teh #teh x oh aew #ipytm side story #side story uhhh this is my life now thanks #phuket i will miss you </3 #oh this is a stupidly long post bye

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