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rachel-bloom · 2 years
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ZOEY'S EXTRAORDINARY CHRISTMAS (2021)
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sluttywonwoo · 10 months
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thinking about sharing a bed with yeosang for the first time and you wake up to his dick hard against your ass and he’s so embarrassed but when you push your hips into his, he can’t help but push back
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“yeo?”
it’s the first thing he hears when he wakes up, his name spoken in your voice, so pretty and still sleepy and just a little bit gravelly. he doesn’t even want to open his eyes yet, just wants to pull you closer and hold you in his arms for a bit, so he does. until he feels it.
it doesn’t click right away. he realizes he isn’t flush against your body because there’s something in between you and him, and then he realizes that the something in question is attached to him. yeosang yelps and scrambles away from you in shock, nearly falling off of his own bed in the process.
you try to turn around to face him but yeosang begs you not to, going as far as to hold your shoulders in place so that you physically can’t.
“yeosang, what-”
“i’m so sorry,” he rushes to apologize. “this was not how i wanted to wake up this morning. i swear i wasn’t trying anything. it, uh, just happened. it wasn’t on purpose, i promise!”
“it’s okay,” you assure him, “i know that people with penises can’t really control that in the morning, right?”
relief floods yeosang’s entire body when you say that. “right! i didn’t want to get hard at all. i mean, not that i don’t want to at all with you, i do! want to get hard, that is. around you. for you. you make me hard all the time! no, i mean when it’s appropriate… well i guess there hasn’t been an appropriate time so that makes me sound like a liar but you do make me hard-”
“yeosang,” you say, feeling around for his hand, which he purposely withholds from you until you find his wrist and manage to interlace your fingers with his. “we’re dating. we’re supposed to be attracted to each other. it’s okay.”
you hear him sigh. “i know, but we haven’t… done that yet. we haven’t really talked about it and i was trying to take it slow with you because i don’t want you to think i’m just trying to get into your pants.”
you laugh even though you don’t mean to, slapping a hand over your mouth to stop the sound from escaping.
“baby, i know you’re not just trying to get into my pants. you didn’t even kiss me until we’d been going on dates for two weeks.”
“i wanted to respect you,” he says. you can hear the pout in his voice.
“and i appreciate that. but now i’d like for you to disrespect me.”
your words stun your boyfriend into silence. yeosang’s mind goes fuzzy, his brain fills with static, and embarrassingly, all he can get out is an “um, what?”
instead of repeating yourself, you take the hand that you’d been holding and place it on your chest, right over your heart (or more specifically, your boob).
yeosang is frozen at first. he’s not sure where you’re trying to take this. he can feel your heart racing beneath his palm. you’re just as nervous as he is, just as excited as he is. it’s enough to kick some confidence into him.
he cups your boob a little more firmly than before. you had simply just placed his hand on top of it, not wanting to push him beyond what he was comfortable with.
your reaction is immediate. you sigh, head lolling to the side to ask for a kiss. yeosang is happy to oblige and scoots closer to you so that he’s able to pull you back into an embrace.
he kisses you as he switches to your other boob, not wanting either to feel left out. you push your ass back into his hips, making him gasp against your mouth. he’s just as hard as he was when he woke up, harder now, if that were even possible, and you’re doing nothing to help combat that.
yeosang has been dreaming about this since the first time he saw you and now it’s actually happening. he felt lucky enough when you agreed to sleep over after dinner last night. he couldn’t believe you were going to be sleeping in his bed, taking a shower in his shower, wearing his clothes to bed (you hadn’t packed any of your own since the sleepover was impromptu) and now you were making out with him and grinding on him like you were equally excited about all of these developments.
“take-take the shirt off,” you plead.
“no,” he says, which surprises even himself because who is he to deny you of such a request? especially a request where you’re trying to get naked? but then he hears himself say, “i want you to keep my shirt on,” and it makes a little more sense.
truly, when you had walked out of the bathroom in his t-shirt and shorts last night, yeosang thought he might cum his pants on the spot. he took a shower right after you, desperately jerking off as soon as the water was warm enough, muffling his moans with his fist as he pumped his cock with his other hand. it only took a handful of strokes before he was cumming all over his stomach…
he struggled not to get hard all over again when he came back into the bedroom and saw you in the shirt in his bed. he knew it was going to be a long night.
“here, baby,” he says lowly, nudging your thighs apart with his knee. “wanna grind down on me?”
“god, yes,” you moan, eagerly accepting his thigh between your own.
he can feel the heat of you, even through all the layers of fabric, and it makes him lose just a little bit more of his composure.
“better?”
“so much better, yeo,” you whimper. fuck, he’s never heard you whimper before. “it was starting to ache.”
“poor thing,” he tsks. “you must be pretty wet, huh?”
you nod, your hair tickling yeosang’s nose as your head moves.
one of his hands makes its way down to the waistband of your shorts. “can i feel?”
“you can do anything you want to me,” you breathe.
he kisses the back of your neck, hoping you can’t feel the way he’s positively beaming against you. “likewise.”
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fawnsite · 9 months
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saintmaudes · 9 months
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A place in shadow, obscured and difficult to tread. A sentence in which Plato, no longer young, ponders and stalls for time. The indistinct voice of someone whose mouth is hidden behind their hand.
—Han Kang, Greek Lessons tr. Deborah Smith and Emily Yae Won
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thoseprettierthings · 2 years
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If Marvel doesn’t put these two together again in a project they will have wasted a massive opportunity. The dynamic is unmatched.
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bagelbongos · 3 months
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The wonderful FBI and CBI Team of the Mentalist. Without this cast, the show would just not be as good!
🔥⭐❤️
Collage made by me! @tmsource
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purplesimmer455 · 27 days
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Two hours later, Iseul and Grace arrive at the house. They greet Megan and Emily on the porch, and Grace heads inside to greet Tess, Luna, Chrissy, Piper, and Hamuera while Iseul stays outside and chats with Megan and Emily. “Mom told me you and auntie Grace are engaged, congratulations.” Emily says excitedly after hugging Iseul. “Thanks Emmy.” Iseul says, and Emily grins. “So, could I be in the bachelorette party?” Emily asks. “Sorry Ems, you have to be 18 or older to be part of it.” Iseul says, and Emily lets out such a dramatic sigh that it makes Iseul and Megan glance at each other and laugh. “Hey!” Emily grumbles, but she giggles too. “I blame mom for my drama queen behavior.” Emily jokes, and Megan gives her a playful stink eye but grins.
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aylinaliens · 2 years
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WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF, HIS AND MINE ARE THE SAME  — Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
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zoeysplaylistgifs · 2 years
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ZOEY’S EXTRAORDINARY CHRISTMAS (2021)
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sara-woso · 4 months
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gotham signed rose and sonnett via free agency so i blocked michelle kang
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saintmaudes · 8 months
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Sometimes she thinks of herself as more like some form of substance, a moving solid or liquid, than like a person. […] At the same time she knows that she is […] some harsh, solid substance that will never commingle with any being, living or otherwise.
—Han Kang, Greek Lessons tr. Deborah Smith and Emily Yae Won
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Hailee Steinfeld is a goddess.
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ladieszzz-blog · 2 years
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following trinity on snapchat was one of the best decisions of my life. also i think the spirit are taking over my life. i just had a dream that i was back in highschool but michele kang was there.
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TM Social Throwback Thursday - Week 3
This is my collage of some of the comments and likes exchanged between the main cast of The Mentalist from the last 9 years since the show finished.
I have included the actual screenshots if the posts aren't clear enough from my collage!
I am so happy to see that this fabulous cast are all still friends!
@magicandmaybe
@backgroundagent3
@tmsource
@lightningzombie
@adder24
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purplesimmer455 · 1 month
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Megan asks Iseul if she's fine with staying a bit longer so she can buy some stuff. Iseul agrees and she watches in amusement as Megan sighs and swoons over the jewlery. "It's just so pretty, Is." She says, and Iseul grins. "I know, Megs. It's just cute when you make that face." She adds. Megan buys a few pieces for herself, and sees Iseul eyeing a crystal moon pendant. She buys it for Iseul and a matching one in sapphire for herself. "I can't accept this, Liao." Iseul says, eyeing the price tag. "Take it, Kang. You bought me that amazing but expensive copy of P&P." Megan says firmly, and Iseul takes the box and puts on her necklace*. "Thanks." She says, and Megan smiles at her as Iseul shows off the necklace.
"I can afford it. I'm not rich but I have some royalties from the books I wrote in my twenties." Megan says. "Oh yeah, I read one last year about two girls falling in love in college. I’ve been meaning to ask, is the character of Isabel Kim based on me?" Iseul asks, her eyes serious. Megan blushes and nods, thinking back to making the first draft in her twenties, right when she and her then wife Amira were separating, and how she had Iseul on her mind and all the what-ifs of if they’d ended up together. "How did you know?" Megan asks. "Well, she and I have the same initials, we're both Korean, have short black hair, dark brown eyes, freckles across our noses, we’re butch, we’re cute, and are pretty good kissers if I do say so myself." Iseul says and Megan snorts. "Okay, okay, I based Isabel on you." She says, fiddling** with her new ring. "And her love interest Mia Leung is based on you?" Iseul asks, and Megan nods again, her cheeks slightly pink. "I didn't want it to be exactly our college love story but close enough." She says, and Iseul smiles. "Yeah, and honestly, I liked the book and the ending." She says. "Thanks, I was contemplating if I should make it realistic but I really needed a happy ending for myself then-don't laugh, Kang." She adds as Iseul’s lips twitch. "And I thought maybe for whoever reads it, it gives them that feel good feeling too." She says, and Iseul nods.
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