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Show Me | Older!Eddie x F!Virgin Reader

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Anonymous asked: Inexperienced!reader giving Eddie a handjob and a blowjob for the first time?

Cw: ten-year age gap, sex toys, female masturbation, the reader is kinda a perv (oops), Eddie is also kinda a perv (oops), reader first time giving oral, reader first time having sex, pet names.

CW: 7.1k It's long again, I'm sorry! idk how to do short

Moving trucks have been parked in your neighbour's driveway for about two days. You had always liked the Kaminskys, but they were older and now moving to a retirement community. This is the second day of moving trucks, and the new owners are moving in today. You have yet to receive much information from the realtor regarding the new neighbours, but you hope they'll be pleasant. You had already baked something to welcome them to the neighbourhood, in hopes that it could be a younger family or couple. Perhaps someone closer to your age?

You moved to this town around three years back when you received your first job offer after completing your college degree. You had saved up enough money to buy a one-bedroom house for a very affordable price. Although it required some repairs, you were happy with it because it allowed you to decorate it according to your liking. You loved the neighbourhood even if you were the only twenty-five-year-old on the block.

As you looked out from behind your front rooms curtains, you could see the movers unloading a big moving truck. There was one person among them who really caught your attention. You had never seen him before. It was a small town and you lived in a quiet suburb by the water in the south of Michigan. Everyone knew everyone, and you hadn’t seen this man before.

He appeared to be in his mind to late 30s and had a muscular build. His brown wavy hair was tied back in a low bun that connected with the five o clock shadow in his face. He was wearing a tight black ribbed tank top that showcased the tattoos covering both his arms and hands. He was hot... Way too hot not to have not ever been seen or talked about in your small lakefront town. Upon further observation, it became apparent that he was not wearing the attire of a mover.

Oh my god. He must be the new neighbour.

“Please be single, please be single, please be single,” you chanted as you hastily went to your closet in search of an outfit that looked cute so that you could introduce yourself.

You took your time getting ready; he obviously needed time to unload, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him…. And whoever else might be moving in.

God, you hoped he didn’t have a wife or whatever.

You shook your head to get rid of your rambling internal thoughts. You took a deep breath and told yourself to chill the fuck out. You could do this. You’ll go over in your sweet little sundress, introduce yourself, and offer him the chocolate cake you baked…

You weren't as excited as you were last night while baking it, now you were just nervous. You imagined a sweet family moving in with a newborn - a couple your age with whom you could become really close friends. But now, you are faced with a hot and sexy bad boy neighbour who may or may not have a wife and kids. Maybe he wasn’t into women at all?! That would suck. This situation is making you feel extremely anxious and overwhelmed due to your lack of interactions with the opposite sex.

To say you haven’t had a lot of experience was an understatement. You went through high school without a boyfriend. You went through college without a boyfriend. You weren’t into drunken hookups with random strangers for your first sexual experience. You went on many first dates, but nothing ever came of those many first dates. So you waited. And waited.

You thought that maybe you would meet somebody through work and then it would happen, but you’ve been so caught up with working and renovating your house your social life has taken a step back.

Of course, you wanted to find someone. To finally be with someone in a sexual way. To give yourself wholly to someone. Nothing ever went past kissing and or being felt up. But that was the extent of your sexual experience with another person.

Your sexual experience with yourself, on the other hand, was pretty standard. You've got your toys to get by. The first time you gave yourself a real orgasm from the vibrator you bought, it changed your world. Slowly, you worked your way up to toys you could insert once you got a little braver. So technically, yes, you hadn't slept with another person, but now you were more than ready to explore and get out there. You wanted that connection with someone.

So, about half an hour after the moving truck left, you worked up the courage to walk over and knock on the front door. You gave yourself a once-over before leaving. You wore a white sundress with tiny red cherries that fell mid-thigh, your hair was pulled back with a matching red hairband, and you had a fresh, subtle makeup look.

With a deep breath, you held that cake with all your might to ensure you didn't drop it and you simply knocked on the door.

"Just a second," You heard a deep voice call out. A few long seconds later, the door opens, and you're face to face with a wet, shirtless man in just a towel. As you suspected, it was the man you saw unloading the boxes.Fucking hell, He was attractive, with a toned body covered in tattoos. Your gaze drifted to his towel hanging low on his hips. -"Oh shit, sorry, let me just uh- I'll be right back," He sputtered as he realized he was basically naked in front of a young woman, most likely his neighbour.

"Sorry, I can come back later!" to try to fight off the blood rushing to your face.

"No- no, just, uh-hang on!' You hear him yell from inside the house. He came back out wearing black sweatpants which he had cut himself to make into shorts and a plain black tee shirt.

"Hi." He smiles as he walks back onto the front porch where you stood.

"Hi, I'm sorry. I should have waited a little longer to come introduce myself." You laugh uncomfortably.

"Nah, it's okay; not every day I'm greeted by a pretty girl with a cake." He smirks.

"What? Oh yea, I uh- just wanted to welcome you and uh your...wife?"

He shakes his head no.

"Your partner?"

Another no.

"Kid?" you try one last time. And he smiles with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I baked a cake just to say welcome." You shoved the plate into his chest, almost smushing it into his shirt.

"Thank you, that's very kind."

"You're welcome. So, um, I guess I'll get going; leave you to it." You turn to walk down the steps.

"Wait! What's your name?" you wince. You're so nervous you didn't even introduce yourself.

"I'm sorry." You giggled uncomfortably.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he smiled. His smile was infectious; you smiled back and gave him your name.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Um- thanks." You shy into yourself.

"So you said you live next door?"

"Yeah, uh, I'm just over at forty-four." You motion over your shoulder to your house.

"You live there with your folks?" He cocks his head.

"No, Mr. Munson. It's all mine, mine alone." You giggle.

"You don't look old enough," he squints suspiciously.

"I would like to have you know I am twenty-five." You say proudly.

"Oh well, pardon me." He smiled. This made Eddie feel much better about being so attracted to you. God forbid you were still living at home with your parents. He would feel like a total creep.

"Anyways, I uh should get going," you point over your shoulder.

"Oh, ok, well, um, once I'm done setting up, please stop by whenever. I could use a familiar face around... being new to town and all."

"Sure thing, it was nice meeting you. Mr. Munson." you smile.

"Please call me Eddie!" He called as you walked back over to your house,

"Enjoy the cake!" You give a small wave.

"Oh, I will." Before you turn back, you watch as he takes a finger, dips it in the icing, and puts it in his mouth without breaking eye contact... you hadn't witnessed anything so sensual. You almost trip over your sandals as you scurry back into your house.

All of your interactions with Eddie over the next week were flirtatious. He managed to make your heart beat faster than any man had before.

After a week and a half, Eddie finally organized the house. His furniture was set up, and most of the moving boxes had been emptied. He would see you when you came home from work in the evenings as he sat on his porch with a cigarette.

"Hey, Eddie," You would blush,

"Hey, sweetheart" He would smile back without fail.

If anyone else were to call you that, you'd want to clock them; however, coming out of Eddie's mouth? Somehow, it made you swoon.

"Hey, um, you don't have to, but would you want to join me for dinner? Tonight? I am sure you're exhausted from unpacking, and I'm a pretty good cook... unless you hated my cake so feel free to say no.-" You rambled on.

"I'd love to join you for dinner. That's very sweet of you to offer." This was so new for Eddie. Neighbours being neighbourly. He was always the outcast in his town growing up. Now, at thirty-five, he is finally saved up enough to get out of town, start fresh, and open his own autobody shop. Have an actual house of his own, not that he wasn't grateful for his uncle and the trailer park.

Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He met some of the townspeople, and they seemed nice enough when he told them he would be taking over for Mr. Sanders's mechanic shop.

"Okay, great! I'm just going to get changed, I'll leave the door open; feel free to come in and make yourself at home whenever you're ready." You motioned to him and his cigarette."

"Thanks, Sunshine." He smiled that smile you couldn't overcome, and you rushed inside to find a n outfit that didn’t scream ‘I work for corporate America.’

You made your way up to your loft, which doubled as your bedroom that overlooked the living area and kitchen. You were in the middle of stripping when you heard the front door open; only then did you realize that when you told him to make himself at home, you had forgotten the minor detail that he would be able to see you changing. You scurried into your walk-in closet with a squeak so he wouldn't have dinner and a show.

"Sunshine?" He asked, walking into your home.

"I'll be down in a minute!" You yell as you scramble to find your jean shorts.

"Take your time." He walks around your home, observing your picture gallery.

"Help yourself to a beer or whatever you want in the fridge."

"Thanks."

As you walk back down your stairs, you see Eddie sitting on your couch, beer in hand. Man-spread with an arm around the top of the sofa. You wished you could be by his side, arm around you instead.

"Good, you made yourself at home."

"Well, Sweets, I am a good listener." He tilted his head back, taking a swig from the bottle. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his long throat, and you thought about what it would feel like to kiss it.

"Any dietary restrictions?" You ask, shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts.

"Nah..." He shakes his head. "So, how did you swing a place like this at your age?"

It felt like a dig; maybe he just saw you as a kid... you would change his mind on that.

"Um, well, I got it on foreclosure; you should have seen it; it was a mess, and everyone wanted to tear it down, but I had a vision. It took a few years, but it's finally finished. I had some help from my grandmother's inheritance, but it wasn't much. So I worked my ass off, and here we are" you spoke as you got together the pots and ingredients.

"Looks like you're doing well for yourself" He smiled as he watched you bend over, unintentionally showing off your cute plump ass.

"Yeah, I guess. So what do you do?" you turn and catch him staring at your behind.

"Well, I just bought the auto shop off Mr. Sander's, so if you're ever in any car trouble, I'm your guy." He smiles.

"Good to know; I know nothing when it comes to my Ruby."

"Ruby?"

"Yeah, my car, she's red, so I named her Ruby."

"That's cute; it suits you."

You don't say much after you start cooking; you are in the zone, ensuring everything is perfect.

"So, what's a girl like you do around here for fun?"

"A girl like me?"

"Yeah, young, beautiful." He takes a bite like what he said was obvious.

"Umm well... work mostly. We have block parties, it is all families around here; my friends all live in the city." You take a sip of beer to settle your nerves.

"This is really good." He motions to the plate of food in front of him.

"You know what? We are having our town's Fourth of July party on Saturday. Everyone goes, you should come! I can show you around more, introduce you to more people, and you can spread the word about your new business opening up next week."

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

After Eddie had thanked you for the meal, he stayed a few more hours; you enjoyed his company. He respectfully kissed you on the cheek goodnight, and you made your way straight up to your room with your toys because you couldn't stand it any longer.

Eddie made you feel like your body was on fire. When he would lightly graze his fingertips along your bare arm or when he would compliment you. His voice alone made your lower tummy tingle.

You pulled out your trusty rabbit that never failed you. You felt dirty, but Eddie had you so worked up you needed relief.

As you lay on your bed, you strip yourself down to nothing. You think about how Eddie’s big, strong hands would tease your body. Working yourself up in your mind. You got wetter by the second.

You imagined how his voice would sound as you imagined the filthy words that would come out of that perfectly plump mouth. That mouth you wanted all over your body.

You imagined, pictured, and played a movie of Eddie and you in your head until you got so worked up that you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. You turned on the toy, it came to life, and your body quivered with anticipation. Your body sprang to life as you slowly worked the toy around your wet hole and then plunged in the dildo. You went deeper and deeper until the little vibrator at the top of the toy hit your clit.

Your body arched up as you felt the waves of pleasure wash through your veins. You pumped the toy in and out of your wet pussy, thinking about your older neighbour. How hot he looked in nothing but that towel when you first met. How your pussy clenched at the sight of his happy trail. How his muscles formed a V travelling right to where you wanted most. You could see his bulge under the white fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist. You thought about how good his flesh would feel against yours as he pumped his cock inside of you like how you were with your toy.

“Oh, Eddie!” You moaned, forgetting your window was open for the summer breeze you loved to feel in the night.

Your free hand travels to your breast; you tweak your sensitive nipple and moan out again. Your white transparent curtains fluttered with the wind, but you were too wrapped up in your fantasy to notice.

When Eddie got home he went straight into his new bedroom and opened his window because the evening breeze was blowing. He then got ready for bed and was reading when he heard his name. His head shot up, thinking he was hearing things. Then, he listened to another sultry moan. He took off his reading glasses and got up to investigate. His eyes shot wide open as he saw your silhouette through your curtains. He saw your the outline of your body, how your hand worked where he wanted to put his cock the most.

It was wrong, it was so wrong, but now Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of the image in front of him. He tried walking away, and he almost did, but when he heard your sweet voice moan his name again, his feet were planted on the ground. This only confirmed that you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He had thought so tonight at dinner but now he would dare to go for it. Ask you out for real.

Your body felt like it was on fire the way the toy vibrated throughout your body. The pressure kept building and building until you were on the brink. Your body seized as your pussy clamped down on the dildo inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the waves of pleasure washed over your entirety. You caught your breath and knew that Eddie was the one you wanted to be with. He was the one; if he could make you feel this good in your fantasies, you can only imagine how it would be for real.

Eddie was nervous, even though you had confirmed, unintentionally, that you were attracted to him; it had been a while since he asked out about a girl he liked, especially when he was about to ask out one who was ten years younger.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. You had asked Eddie as a friend, but Eddie would treat it as a date, and he would make sure you knew it was a date. You were excited to spend time with Eddie again after your dinner. It had only been four days, but the anticipation was creeping in. You were so surprised when he showed up at your door with flowers.

"Eddie, you didn't have to do this, but thank you!" you smiled as you sniffed the daisies.

"Of course I did; what kind of date would I be if I showed up empty-handed?" He smirked as he stepped into your house as you went to get a vase for your flowers.

“A date, huh?” You smirked over your shoulder.

“Yes. A date”

“Okay,” you smile as you take his hand in yours and lock up your house.

Eddie was smitten; he had you on his arm, and he felt like the king of the world. You were also smitten. Finally, you were on a date with someone who you were very interested in.

Eddie was funny and charming, and you found out he was really nerdy, but it was only much more endearing. You learned how he played guitar and was in a high school garage band that landed a few gigs at the local bar. The more you got to know him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you as the night went on, and you enjoyed it. When he wasn't holding your hand, he was holding your waist; if he wasn't holding your waist, his arm was draped over your shoulder.

When the fireworks started, you gazed up at the sky together, wrapped up in one another warmth as the cool breeze of the lake came through. Halfway through the show, he went to kiss the top of your head but you had moved to look up at him, and you caught his lips with yours. Just like the fireworks in the sky, there were fireworks between the both of you. When you both pulled back, you could see in his eyes that he felt it, too.

You finished off the night hand in hand as he walked you home. He kissed you good night like a perfect gentleman, and you bid one another a goodnight.

You were so giddy and excited about Eddie. The more you went out, the more time you wanted to spend with him. You were finishing your third official date when you asked him to join you inside your place for a nightcap.

Things moved quickly once you settled inside. Your drinks were hardly touched. Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you.m as you made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the couch.

Your mind was racing. Why hadn’t you told him you’re a virgin? You invited him in. He’s probably expecting sex… oh god, what if he’s turned off by the fact that you’re not experienced?

“We can slow down if you want.” he pulled away; he had sensed something was off. You became stiff and seemed like you weren't into the makeout anymore.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit nervous… I’m -uh just out of practice…” you shied.

“That’s okay we can take it slow.” He stroked your cheek.

“Are you sure?” You twiddled with his fingers that are resting on your thigh.

“Of course. We can go at your speed.”

“I need to tell you something.” You looked down at the floor. He nodded his head but then spoke because you weren’t looking at him.

“I’ve never… I uh. Shit. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“What?” Eddie was dumbfounded. How? There was no way he heard you correctly.

“I’m a virgin.” You pull away, but Eddie reaches for you.

“oh wow. I wasn't expecting that... uh- but that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he comforts you.

“But I do want to,” you rush out. “It’s not like I’m waiting for marriage; it just hasn’t happened…”

“We will go at your pace” Eddie smiled.

“Thank you”

You shift closer to him, wanting to kiss him again, especially after being so cool with everything.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but he was hesitant.

“You sure, sunshine?”

“Yea” you sigh into his mouth.

Eddie grabs the back of your head so he can pull you in closer.

Your hand rested on his knee. As you continued to kiss him your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.

“Woah, hold on, sunshine.” He rested his hand on yours to stop moving.

Oh my gosh, this is it. He had come to his senses. He’s rejecting you.

"You sure you want to go there? Because if we keep going, I will want to do things to you, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."

"I promise. I've waited so long for the right guy, and I'm ready, trust me." If he only knew about your little collection of toys upstairs.

"We don't have to go all the way tonight okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You nodded your head with anticipation. Okay, this was good. He accepted you, and he still wanted to fool around.

You returned to making out on your couch, and the heavy petting ensued. This time, Eddie didn't stop your advances as your hand travelled up his thigh to the crease of his leg and up his crotch. Your hand felt around his bulge through his jeans. There was no denying that he was turned on. The way his cock strained against the thick black fabric should have been illegal. It must have been uncomfortable for him. You just had to let it spring free.

You shifted your weight forward to get closer to him. To feel him. His thighs were thick and defined. You could also feel how hard they were. Your mind wandered to how they would feel to sit on.

Before you knew it, your body was moving before your brain could catch up. One leg draped over his, and you were mounted on Eddie's leg. His deliciously thick leg. You just did what felt right; as you sat down on Eddie, the pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. Your hips started rocking back and forth, building up a rhythm.

You heard and felt Eddie moan in your mouth, and this only enticed you on to keep going, your body driven by pleasure.

"That feel good, baby?" He cooed in your ear before he started kissing down your neck.

"Mmmmhmmm." You nodded frantically, eyes shut, not daring to look at him.

"Good girl, keep going." You felt his big hands grip the top of your ass as he helped you rock your hips against his jeans. The pressure in your lower stomach was building and building; you could feel your orgasm as close.

“Fuck that’s it, use me”

Fuck, you haven't gotten off by dry-humping something in years. Not since you found your first vibrator.

"You close, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips as you kept kissing him. A muffled yes was said, and before you could continue to speak, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body. It stared from your clit and radiated up like it travelled through your bloodstream straight to your head.

Your movements slowed, and you managed to catch your breath; Eddie was still hard as a rock under his jeans, and there was no way you weren't going to help out with that.

You mimicked the way Eddie kissed your neck on Eddie. Your tongue moved the way he moved on your neck. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth. Your fingers worked to open his jeans as you kept kissing on sucking on Eddie's long tattooed neck.

"You don't have to, Sugar," he panted, but you could hear in his tone that he was excited. He wanted this as much as you did... maybe even more.

"But I want to, Eddie." You batted your eyelashes, and you pulled away to let him see your playful pout.

You've watched enough porn and heard enough of your friend's stories to know what you're doing. Sure, the first and only time you saw a dick in real life was in your third year at uni when you tried to go down on the guy you were out with but then got scared, and he walked you home... but you got this! You're an adult woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is right at her fingertips.

Your little pep talk in your head must have been evident on your face because Eddie started speaking again.

"You done this before?" He asks gently, not judgingly. You shake your head slightly in return.

"You want me to guide you?"

You nodded your head yes. You wanted to be good and do it right.

"Kay," He smiled.

Eddie told you how to work your hands slowly, teasingly at first, not too much but not too little. And no sudden sharp yanking movements at first... You listened, and when you were ready, you moved his boxers down, and his cock was released. It was so big, so much bigger than you thought it would be. The one you saw was a least half the size of Eddie's.

"Oh my god," You gasped.

"It's okay, sugar; he won't bite." Eddie kissed you to make you feel more comfortable. Your hand travelled back to his cock so you could grip it in your hand, not too hard, but not too gently like Eddie had said. The tip produced a bead of precum that was already leaking out, which was a good sign. Your fingers brushed over the head, and Eddie sucked in a breath.

"Did I hurt you?" you dropped his cock from your release.

"No, quite the opposite, baby."

"Oh," you giggled. You picked up where you left off, stroking his cock in your grip, teasing it and feeling it. You were surprised by how velvety the skin felt.

As you continued to make up with Eddie, cock in hand. You suddenly felt braver, and the need to have him in your mouth grew stronger. You slinked your way off the couch so you were sat in front of him on your knees, eyes and mouth level with his behemoth that he calls his cock.

“You sure, little one?" He asked, and you nodded your head with a smile. You moved before your surge of confidence broke.

You sat up a little more and moved his cock towards you, and tentatively licked the tip. You continued your kitten licks a few more times before enveloping his tip in your warm, wet mouth. You peered up at Eddie through your long lashes; he looked like he was enjoying himself, so you must have been doing something right? You swirled your tongue along the tip before dipping you're head down lower to take more of him. Eddie let out a moan, and this made you smile. Yes, you were doing something right. So you continued, lower and lower.

You'd be lying if you didn't say you've tested your gag reflex on one of the dildos you own; where is the fun in that? But now that it was a real mans cock in your mouth, you understood the hype about giving head. You genuinely liked it so far, but that's probably due to Eddie and how comfortable he makes you feel.

"You sure you've never done this before?" He managed to get out.

"uhhhhuuhhhhhh" You moned against his cock and that only jerked Eddie's hip up into you.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that just felt really good, baby" He stroked your head before gripping the back of your hair like he was resisting to push you further down.

"Fuck baby, you're way too good at this to be a virgin."

"You calling me a Liar, Mr. Munson?" You popped off his cock and started jerking him off with your hand again.

"No, no, baby, shit, I mean, ohhh, fuck you're very good for this being your first time."

"Thank you" You put the tip back in your mouth as you sucked on it, but your hands continued to work the shaft.

Eddie didn't last much longer; he told you to take your mouth off but continue with your hands, not wanting to ruin his chance of being with you again if you tasted cum for the first time and you were disgusted. So you listened, wanting to please him; you watched as the white liquid spurted from his shaft and ran down your hands. It was warm and all you could picture was what it would look like leaking out of your pussy.

"Let me get you a towel" You got up when his cock finally stopped spazming.

You walked back over with a warm wet dishtowel, but not before you took his softening cock in your mouth to wipe up the access.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie wasn't expecting that. It was like he had awoken something inside you.

"I wanted to know what you tasted like," you surged before you handed him the towel.

"You, little minx, are going to be the death of me."

Eddie and you had been going out for two months since he moved in, and it had been a week since you gave Eddie your first blow job. It's been on your mind for the majority of the week. So when he asked you out again on a fourth date, you were very excited to see how that one would end. What more would the two of you explore?

Eddie cooked for you; he had a nice romantic dinner in his kitchen. His place was finally fully unpacked, and he gave you a grand official tour of his house afterward.

"You going to show me your bedroom?" You teased.

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He teased back.

You headed up to his room. You walk inside, and it's pretty spacious; he has a small window off to the side that looks into your house. You stroll around the beige-carpeted floors to see if your suspicions are correct. He does, in fact, have a direct view of your bedroom.

"Ever spy on me, Mr. Munson?"

"mmmmm once or twice." He chuckles as his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.

"Really?" You got a bit nervous; what had he seen?

"Well, a man can't help his curiosity when he hears a sweet voice moaning his name in the middle of the night."

This makes you gasp. He had to be joking! But then again, your windows are close together, and you love leaving them open...

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He turned you to face him, but you buried yourself into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's flattering.”

"Eddie" you moaned into his chest."

"I'm serious, knowing you want an old guy like me?"

"You're not even that old," you mumbled.

"Please look at me, Sunshine." He tilted your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. You tried to fight it, but you ultimately gave in.

"I'm embarrassed," You pout.

"Don't be; you don't even need to be embarrassed about your fantasies with me. Understood?"

"Okay." You shy away meekly.

“You want to tell me your fantasies? What you were thinking about when you touched yourself all alone in that bed of yours?”

“I-i-want…“

“It’s okay. I know you’re nervous, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

You paused, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“I want to be taken care of,” you whispered.

“And”

“I want you to be the one to do it…”

"We can definitely arrange that," he said before taking your lips. His tongue parted your lips, making its way into your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. You were getting wet just by his kisses alone.

Eddie backs you up and leads you toward the king-size bed. Your knees give out when they hit the soft mattress, and you fall back, dragging Eddie down with you.

"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?"

"Please?"

"That's my girl." He smiled into the kiss before getting up so you could shimmy back onto the bed so you could rest on the pillows.

Eddie's mouth found yours again as his hands travelled up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. You felt like your body was on fire; the heat radiating between the two of you was evident.

"Can I take this off?" He played with the hem of your sundress.

"You can do whatever you want"

"That's a big promise, little one, gotta be careful with making promises like that." he cocks his head.

"I just want you." You go to take off your dress, but Eddie stops you so he can do it himself. You came prepared; you wore the nicest bra and panty set you owned. A pink lace and satin set. It made your boobs look out of this world the way the fabric cupped you just right. Accentuating every curve.

"All this f'me?"

You didn't answer. You just needed to kiss him again; your bodies melded together as he pressed you further into the mattress. His hands cupped your breasts, moulding and kneading them, and your sensitive nipples began to perk up at his rough touch.

"You're perfect," Eddie sighed as his mouth detached from yours and moved down to your neck. Your body tingled as his soft lips explored the exposed skin.

"Eddie," you moaned out in pleasure. Your hips started to grind up onto Eddie's calf, and he knew he had you right where he wanted.

His hands moved lower, cupping your lace covered heat. His fingers felt so good above the lace that separated the two of you; you couldn't wait to see what they felt like skin to skin.

"You mind if I?"

"Yes!" you said, a little too excited. But Eddie didn't mind. He thought it was so cute the way you were eager to let him explore your body.

"You know how often I've pictured you on this bed?" You shake your head, not biting your lip.

"Oh well, I would picture you like this... no, wait. There would be much less clothing." He wraps his arms around his body to take off his shirt, and he throws it across the room; next to go were his pants. You giggled at his antics. "Much better."

You could feel his cock press against your stomach as he pounced back down onto you. He continued where he had left off, his hand exploring your clothed cunt again, circling your clit above your panties, making you let out a sweet moan. He moved his hands further up until he made his way underneath your panties.

Your hips automatically moved as Eddie's hands explored your wet folds. His free hand pressed your hip, silently telling you not to move, that he will do this for you. You no longer had to be the only one to make yourself feel good. He was here to take care of you.

His thick finger slipped past your folds and up into your tight cunt.

"Oh!" You called out as his fingers broke past the barrier. They were much bigger than you're used to; your hands could never do the same as he was doing now.

"You're ok, baby," he cooed. He worked his hands inside of you, hitting a spot you'd never located before. That made your mind go numb and all fuzzy.

Eddie pulled out of you, and you whimpered in protest but quickly understood he was only taking off your panties for you. You lifted your legs, you helped him out, and he kissed down your leg until he reached your centre.

"May I?" He asked.

"Yes." You sigh.

Eddie waisted not a moment longer. His lips attached themselves to your lower ones. You’d never felt anything like it. The way his soft mouth moved around your clit, kissing and sucking on your swollen bud. You thought I couldn’t get any better than this. Until his tongue made its way onto your body and you cried out in pleasure. Too consumed by Eddie to be embarrassed by how loud you were being.

“Eddie! Oh god, yes, fuck right there!”

“You taste so sweet, even better than I imaged.” Eddie hummed into your cunt mimicking the vibrations your so use to with your vibrating toys. You body was quivering underneath him within minutes. He was way too good at this.

“Please, I’m coming, oh god I’m cuming!” You try to catch your breath with every world but it wa s no use. Eddie didn’t let up until your body was spent.

You watched Eddie sit up, your liquids covering his chin. He smiled as he spoke.

“We are only just getting started baby”

Another whimper left your throat as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. It bobbed as it was released from its confines and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth again.

“I know what you’re thinking, baby. But no, not tonight. I need to feel you.” He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. You watched as he pulled out the condom from its foil wrappings. Your legs clenched in anticipation.

"I'm going to take real good care of you, Sunshine." he rolled it into himself before crawling back over your body.

"Okay, Eddie. I trust you."

Eddie's heart fluttered as you spoke. He was so honoured that you chose him to be your first. He would make you see what you had missed this whole time.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes, I think so." You nod.

Eddie hovered over you as he took your lips into his once more. You could taste yourself in his mouth and he slowly worked the tip along your slit collecting your natural lube so he could slip himself easily inside.

"Oh my god!' Eddie was thick, so much thicker than you were used to with your silicone boyfriend you had hidden in the drawer. Thank god you were at least used to that because you didn't know how you would have handled this otherwise.

"You're doing so well for me, Sunshine." he praised as his cock dove deeper into you. Your tight cunt felt like paradise.

You told Eddie he could start moving once you were comfortable and adjusted to his size.

You saw starts as his cock plunged in and out of you; it felt so fucking good. You couldn't keep in your pleasure. Moan after moan was music to Eddie's ears. Why had you waited this long to feel something so good?

"So good, fuck, you're so fucking tight." His strokes never let up. He kept the same tempo as his hips snapped into you. Your mouths hardly disconnect unless you need to come up for air. His hands explored under your bra as he pulled a cup down to free your nipple. He moved from your mouth down to take your breast into his mouth, curling your peaked bud just like he did your clit minutes before.

Your body was lit up again; the heat between you both was one thousand degrees. Eddie, was your everything at this moment. You didn't, nor couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeding you.

"More, more, more," You chant as Eddie's cock pounds into you, filling you more than you had ever felt before.

Eddie listened and moved his hands to your clit. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body. Your already sensitive clit was pulsing with desire as Eddie continued to pleasure you. With each stroke of his cock and hand, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you began to convulse under him.

"Shit fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Eddie spoke before he realized that he was making you cum undone beneath him.

"Oh, yes! Eddie!"

"That's it, such a good girl, taking me so well. God your pussy is made for me." he spoke as he still used your body for his own pleasure. He didn't take much after your cunt latched down on him like a vice that he was coming right after you. A loud grunt left his lips as he felt a wave of please come over his body. His sensitive cock spurted its hot while cum into the condom that was still inside you.

"Wow," Was all you managed to say. Your brain was mush, but it was the best way possible.

"Yeah, wow," Eddie chuckled as he rolled off of you, out of breath but feeling blissful nonetheless.

"Is it always like that?" You mindlessly asked.

"With me, baby girl? Yeah." He chuckled.

"Wow," You repeated. Your brain is still not fully back down to earth.

"You wanna be my girl Sunshine?"

This snapped you back into reality.

"What? Really?" You turn your head to look at him.

"Yeah, baby girl," He cupped your face, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, Eddie, I'll be your girl"

Part 2

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[hyperfixat]

okay first of all hiiii genshin community this is my first ever fic for the fandom and i’ve only been playing for about a month and a half TT although i am already at AR 50, so i’m decently confident in writing this.

this is taking place in a self aware genshin alternate universe where the reader has been accused of being an imposter; aka imposter!au. contains fontaine characters >:3

btw. while i am in fontaine’s archon quest, i know little about wrio… and the fortress of meropide, so i took some liberties. and i’m not a lawyer or anything so. expect errors.

600+ Words.

You don’t think this is how prisoners should be treated, what with the heavy white iron shackles, tightly welded around your ankles, wrists, neck, and midriff. It’s excessive, really. Nameless guards and Wriothesley himself escort you to the opera house where your trial shall be held.

As you’re dragged along, you pass hordes of not just Fontaine’s citizens, but international crowds have gathered to see you fall.

You don’t have much hope.

The accusations against you are… grim, it seems. Stealing the face and body of the divine, what is that even supposed to mean? This is your body, how you’ve always been. You can’t even imagine what sort of divine being would sentence someone to… death(?) for simply bearing a striking resemblance to them. The court shall see.

You’d been so excited to see these characters, especially the beautiful Fontainians, but now as you catch sight of Neuvillette, nothing but bitter fear and dread fill you.

Those eyes; gray, blue, purple, undoubtedly gorgeous, are serious, befitting the Iudex. Though you never thought you would be surveyed under them.

“Order in the court.” Neuvillette calls out as the packed audience quiets down from their excited buzz. Furina holds a hand over her chest dramatically, waltzing to the edge of her balcony.

“Will the prosecution please state the reasons behind today’s trial? Lady Furina?” Neuvillette prompts the lady.

“Indeed.” She agrees grandly. “The guilty—!”

“Accused.” Neuvillette interjects.

“Accused,” Furina repeats. “Is charged with attempting to infiltrate the rightful spot of the Creator, a grave sin.”

The crowd boos.

“Don’t worry, my dear citizens and travelers from afar, we will see justice delivered to this sinner!”

“Order.” Neuvillette calls and the crowd hushes. “Will the prosecution present evidence to support their claim?”

“Look at them, Monsieur Neuvillette! The whole room can clearly see that they have crafted themself a mirror image of our true god!” The room rumbles in agreement. Your brow knits with worry, unsure of how (if) you’ll get out of this situation.

Neuvillette turn his gaze solely onto you, looking down from his seat as judge. A few moments of his scrutiny pass. “Defendant, can you refute these claims?”

You try.

“I don’t know what’s going on. I swear on my life, I haven’t intended to offend anyone, this is just how I look. No one will call me by my name—.”

“Boo!” Lady Furina calls from her seat, hushing when Neuvillette sends a sharp look her way.

“—I will admit I’m not from this world, but I don’t know how to explain any of that. I haven’t meant to do any harm.” You look to the crowd. “I’m sorry.”

The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale shifts, one of the weights pulling down, you aren’t sure if it’s in your favor, and doubt it is.

“Is that all from the defendant?” It is. No lawyer would dare represent you, not even a public defense attorney.

“We turn to the judgment of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale to give us the results of this trial.” With his words the machine rumbles and the sides of the scale quickly move up and down. It settle in the middle and a slip of paper slides out.

“Our defendant is…” the room simultaneously brings in a breath of air. Neuvillette’s voice chokes up. “Innocent.”

“No!” “Impossible!” “Fraudulent!”

“Oh, give me a break.” You moan at the reactions.

Lady Furina, narrows her eyes at you. “Let us settle this with a duel!”

The guards that led you here begin gathering your chains and you panic.

“Wait! Please!” You cry out one last desperate attempt. Neuvillette pauses, looking at you from the side of his eye. The hand holding the oratrice’s results stills.

“Do the words Genshin Impact mean anything to you?”

#verified hyperfixat post #sagau #genshin impact #genshin x reader #fontaine x reader #fontaine characters #neuvilette x reader #furina x reader #genshin self aware #self aware genshin au #imposter au #genshin imposter au #genshin sagau #sagau x reader #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au

[onyourowndaisymae]

obey me dateables (+ luke) playing minecraft with you

this came to me last night like a prophecy from the god of silly geese

prompt: you've somehow convinced these guys to play minecraft, a human world game, one night, just the two of you. but how exactly does that experience go?

[brothers version]

{established relationship, obey me x reader (minus luke, who is platonic ofc)}

Diavolo

oh you-- oh you thought the future king of the devildom was going to be a fearsome warrior slashing down hordes of monsters coming to attack the two of you? or a masterful builder constructing a wonderous homestead for you two to retreat to at night?

nah, this man is a certified flower picker.

diavolo basically uses this as an excuse to play domestic family simulator with you. he's at his happiest when he's picking flowers and planting them around your shared house (you've got to share a house with this man or he'll give you the most pitiful expression) or decorating to any other extent, like carpets or paintings or lights. he just loves making your little home together!

he's also just as willing to do anything you request of him. you need him to mine for cobblestone? he's your guy! need someone to fish for you? right away, mc! you have to show him exactly how to complete said task, but once you do, he's happy to help.

definitely puts your beds together and gives you a dumb, happy grin. the characters are as close as the two of you now! speaking of which, do you have any plans? will you spend the night at the castle? he can push back his morning meeting tomorrow if you promise you'll stay.

he's just so happy to spend time with you. your shared little cottage and virtual world are just another artifact of your relationship. maybe some day the two of you can have a domestic setup like this in real life, too.

Barbatos

this man is good at everything he does. obviously, he's going to pick up the controls and mechanics surprisingly fast. you'd think he'd made the game himself with the ease he gets around.

your shared house is beautiful. he actually originally made two separate houses, one for each of you. but when you looked confused and told him you assumed you'd live together, he immediately gets to work on a bigger, prettier house for you to share. the only thing that gives him away is that pleased little twitch of the corner of his mouth as he resists a smile.

with as good as he is at the game, barbatos isn't super keen on what is actually "good" and what is just normal game stuff. he finds diamonds within 15 minutes of his first trip into a cave and, when you applaud his efforts, he turns to you and very plainly asks "is that... good?"

everything he finds goes in a communal chest at your shared home. you tell him he doesn't have to do that, but he insists-- it's in his nature. he doesn't tell you that every little comment you make when you spot new, valuable resources in the chest makes his chest warm. always happy to serve, this one.

monster killing machine. nothing will hurt you in this game. they can't even get close enough-- barbatos is always there, at your tail, protecting you from stray arrows or sneaky creepers trying to get you.

Simeon

oh, you're taking on the challenge of trying to teach him how to play a video game? good luck. kiss your sanity goodbye now.

he is terrible with the controls. simeon fares a little better with a controller because it's made for gaming only. god help you both if you're on a computer. wasd? never heard of her.

despite his piss poor technology skills, he's surprisingly pleased with the way this is all going. he feels a little bad that you have to babysit him in-game but appreciates your attention nonetheless. any mistake is met with a sweet laugh-- what a good sport.

he finds your patience endearing, and vows internally to get better at this game so that you'll want to play it more often. he's already plotting to rope solomon and luke into helping him improve.

and just like any good softie, he's terrible at in-game combat. he dies so many times. he doesn't really understand what's happening when he starts getting attacked. most of the time, the creature will hit him from behind, so he literally thinks he's dying for no reason. you have to explain to him that he's gotta-- simeon just turn around, you're-- dead. he's dead already.

his strengths in lie much more simple pursuits. give this man a farm to tend and he'll be perfectly content being a cute little malewife house husband. he secretly gathers the ingredients for a cake and surprises you with one after you return home from collecting wood to expand your house. he's beaming next to you in real life; who wouldn't kiss all over that cute face of his?

Solomon

speaking of old ass men-- this man is a menace in your minecraft world.

he gets the controls pretty quickly. pros: you don't have to spend much time teaching him how to play. cons: he is confident enough in his survival abilities to just... disappear. what's that mc? you wanted to build a house together? too late. he's fighting against three endermen deep in a mine an entire biome away.

you're going to have to do a lot of the communal work yourself. build the house, gather resources, find a reliable source of food and materials-- solomon will stroll right in and steal them from your chest. if he's feeling generous, he'll leave behind the rare resources he got his hands on during his journeys. which is nice, of course, but he still stole three whole stacks of wood planks like a jackass and took off before you noticed.

you end up making it to the nether together. he says he'll protect you, and for the most part that is true. however, sometimes he's preoccupied and you get attacked while he's not looking. if you die, he'll laugh at you (yet still save your stuff and give it back when you return). if you survive, then it's onwards into the depths of hell!

when he gets bored, he starts terrorizing you. this is as basic as moving things around the house to as obnoxious as blocking you in with dirt or wood and covering you up as you try to escape. he thinks this is hilarious, by the way. but he knows you, and his antics cease before you actually get pissed off.

Luke

luke tries very, very hard to be good at this game. he gets a A for effort... and a C- for skill.

somehow, someway, he falls into every. hole. imaginable. you'd almost think they're spawning in front of him with how frequently this happens. you're playing rescue now... and again... and again... and he did it once again. he also gets lost very easily, so it's best to keep him with you at all times.

you guys decide to share a little house together and it's very cute. you've got your own separate rooms, then a kitchen and living room to share. he is very insistent that it has to look like a real house, with a real kitchen and everything. humor him and help him out-- he'll reward you by always making sure you have food.

every activity in this game is now a group activity. safety in numbers, he says, in the middle of the day with no monsters in sight. it doesn't really matter anyways. he'll follow you wherever you go. he'll even enter that super scary cave you're in so he doesn't have to face the monsters alone.

luke is very scared of being attacked by any mob in the game. he's specifically built his room on the second floor of your house so they can't get him. if he is somehow face to face with a monster, then he's yelling, incoherent as all hell, panic-building a dirt protection chamber around himself (he won't actually kill them because he feels too bad). if you're within reach, then he'll cover you too. if not, good luck with that monster! he will root for you, obviously, but you're delusional if you think he's going out there to help you.

#i would do anything for simeon to be my house husband #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x reader #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #obey me dateables #obey me luke #minecraft

[imlovewithpixels]

How does Quackity met you?

- Fem!Reader x Quackity little imagine

Pov: You became viral on TikTok for the wrong thing.

(( Remember that my request are OPEN - Spanish or English))

This is my first thing in english for the streamer community even if I see more content off the Hispanic Streamers

Also, If you like my work, check out my Masterlist . I need to update my fandoms <3

-  English is not my mother lenguaje, please be nice if I had any grammatical errors.

You were just streaming Minecraft. It was a pretty chill and cozy stream where you were decorating your mushroom house and talking with your chat. You had a little community in Spanish and English but your viewers were around 1k per stream. 

Your calm voice was accompanied by the background music on Minecraft while you were mumbling to a song that was stuck in your head since last week. 

And then you saw your Twitch display.

Quackity was on stream…¿he was going to play garthic phone? 

You NEEDED to see that. 

— Okay…ma babies, I will end this stream right here.— You said, laughing a little bit. 

A lot of comments started to pop up. “Why???” “noooo pliss :c” “I just started watching TT” “mi casitaaa, don't go” 

— Well…you know, Quackity …he…he just started a Spanish stream and I want to see it. — You whisper to the microphone fast. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment. “So, all of you should go. We have one rule in this place, "If mi casita is streaming, go to see it” After a silly tone of voice you smile at the camera and wave a little wave. “Babays”

“She had a crush on him, umm. Our mommy is gonna leave us. TT” A last-time donation came up in your scream and the robotic voice read it. You open your eyes surprised and completely flutter. 

— I-I, I don’t, mierda. wHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? — Your chat started calling you cute and being dramatic for leaving them when you turned off the camera. Your hot face and silly but cute expression were the last images that you gave them. 

Then, you went to the other stream, and continued with your Minecraft real, while listening to a lot of Spanish swearing. 

…

It only took one week to blow off. 

That little clip of your last stream kinda became viral on TikTok.

 “The girl that ends up her stream for Quackity” 

Oh god, oh my god. 

This was so embarrassing. On one side, you didn’t mean any of this but your account kinda blows up with a lot of new people and subs. But, there was also a thing that you have never dealt with before, haters. Who said that you only wanted attention, that you were just a fangirl who wanted to meet him. Just pick me.

That makes you uncomfortable, you didn’t know how to deal with all that shit, but still tried to look calm like always on your streams. With 5k viewers on you, it was a little hard to read all the comments while you were playing Valorant, but you could see a lot of comments referring to the Mexican streamers.

You’re nervous. You didn’t mean any of this, and first of all, you did not want to disturb Quackity. 

You just hope that this incident just passes like any other TikTok and were replaced.

…

“Have you seen the girl who just turned off her stream for you? Such a pick me” 

The robotic voice was heard after the donation and Quackity just could give a confused look. His chat seemed to know about the topic, and they started spamming his discord with certain TikTok. 

— What are you talking about, guys?  — He opened one of them and your voice filled his stream.

Quackity saw your relaxing face while singing, your brown eyes lit up when she saw something, and you had a cute little smile. And your wavy hair follows your head movements when you face the camera with an embarrassed expression. 

“Well…you know, Quackity …he…he just started a Spanish stream and I want to see it. “ 

He knew he had fans, a lot of them actually, but that little clip of you just ending your stream for him makes him kinda happy. His heart warms up while you shout to your chat, like, and intern joke. His cheeks feel a little hot and the smile across his face captures the chat's attention.

“She’s cute”

“New ship, new ship”

“She just wanted fame I think.”

“I follow her, pure mommy vibes”

“She has been harassed on her last streams for this, what a shame. “

That little comment took him back to the earth. 

— “Guys, you know that I don’t support any of this behavior. Please, if you comment shitty things to this pretty girl, you’re not part of my community” — Alex didn’t notice the pretty on his lips when he called you and almost immediately went to your stream to follow you. 

Little did he know that you were on a drawing stream, too focused on your work to look at your chat. Your live face was so beautiful, even if you were with a messy bum and frowning in concentration. 

He donated to you right away.

“Quackity had donated 10 000 bits. And applause for the sugar” Your alert claimed.

“ I like that drawing, I could request a commission someday. I’m sorry for any uncomfortable comment from my community, I thought that your gesture was really funny and sweet :) “

You just drop your pencil for the amount of money and then, when you see the username, your face goes from pale to red in two seconds. 

Shit. Shit. 

Did he just…. know that you fucking exist for a TikTok?

— “I-I…. Yo…deje mi comida en la estufa. Gracias por la plata. Sleep well chat. “ — And with that, you went off stream. 

...

Quackity blinked two times and then he just bursts off in a laugh. 

That was so funny, you were interesting. 

“You suck flirting.” 

— I was not….I didn’t mean to…fuck off, chat. Let’s enter the server. — He said, rolling his eyes, trying to distract himself from thinking about your last expression and how you couldn’t manage to erase the shy smile off your face. 

Did he have that effect on you? 

How cute. 

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt #mcyt quackity #quackity x reader #quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #quackity imagine #quackity karmaland #quackity headcannons

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I really enjoy reading fics that include sexiness and vulnerability that requires trust. Can I suggest a scenario of reader wanting to give Aemond a blowjob for the first time in their relationship? Reader is a little shy with carrying on this new stepping stone yet she wants to make him feel good. Can you please make it slow and sensual? Like maybe she puts her head on his inner thigh and asks him if he trusts her before she takes the initiative or something like that 🫣

I'm so sorry it's taken me more than two months to fulfil this, nonnie. I hope you've stuck with me!

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), slight corruption kink. Word count: ~1500

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

She was a shy, little thing, a pure picture of innocence. Aemond could never understand how the Gods had seen fit to pair someone as sweet as her with someone as broken as him, but he thanked them each night in his prayers for doing so. Having been told prior to her arrival in King's Landing that a match had been made for him, he'd been besotted with her from the moment he'd laid eyes upon her.

'Betrothed' seemed too ugly a word to describe her. Soft spoken, gentle, effortlessly graceful and good hearted, she was flawless in Aemond's eyes, and he couldn't wait to call her his wife.

As they'd stood in the Sept, she'd looked up at him with doe-eyed adoration and he felt as though his heart would burst. He'd undressed her that night with all the care of a Maester unwrapping a priceless treasure. She was radiantly beautiful laid bare before him and silently he cursed his hands, for it felt as though he dirtied her with their very touch.

She had trembled like a leaf as he'd laid her down upon their marital bed, and he had reassured her that they need not do anything if she did not wish to. She had reassured him that she wanted him, but she was inexperienced and he would have to teach her - she'd never even kissed a man before.

Aemond had felt pride swell within his chest at being the first to touch her in this way, but it had also ignited an internal conflict within him. Part of him longed to allow her to feel the full extent of his passion for her, to rut into her like an untamed beast and claim her as his own, while the other was panged with guilt for tainting this untouched beauty.

He settled somewhere in the middle ground, treating her with gentle reverence while trying to remember all the ways to pleasure a woman he'd researched in the lead up to their bedding. He watched her face closely, making a mental note of everything he did that elicited soft sighs and quiet moans from her, taking the utmost care to hold himself back so as not to hurt her.

This was how their marriage had been for the last six months. Aemond caring for his innocent little wife with a tenderness he had not known he was capable of, diligently bringing her to peak on his fingers and tongue each evening, before spilling himself inside of her with restrained carefulness.

It is an evening like any other; Aemond sits in his armchair by the hearth, reading aloud from a tome that details the beginnings of the Age of Heroes, while his wife sits at his feet listening intently.

He has offered her the armchair directly opposite his own many times, but she insists it is too far away, preferring to sit close to him as he reads to her. Her need to be near him is something that Aemond basks in, and he takes great pleasure in reaching out to stroke his fingers through the softness of her hair as he reads.

The only difference between tonight and the others they spend together is that her hands are restless against his thighs. He feels the way they creep tentatively upward, her fingers drawing lazy circles against the fabric of his trousers. He does his best to ignore it, to continue reading, but the warmth of her palms against him is driving him to distraction.

He sucks in a sharp breath as she brushes over his tightly fastened laces, stammering as he tries to read to her about the Pact made on the Isle of Faces. His face feels too hot, his heart races, so he closes the book, setting it down on a side table.

"Is there something the matter, rhūqītsos?" He asks, leaning forward to caress her cheek. Little dove.

She chews her lip nervously and Aemond can practically see her turning her thoughts over in her mind, as she chooses her words cautiously.

"E-everything you do," She begins quietly. "Is in service of my pleasure."

Aemond raises an eyebrow, this had not been what he'd expected to hear. He allows her to continue with a quiet hmm, sitting back and giving her the space she needs to speak freely.

"And I...I am so grateful." She presses on. "But now I want to make you feel good, I want to give you as much pleasure as you give to me."

Stirring in his breeches at this, he swallows thickly, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair tightly. "And how would you like to do that, dōnus riñus?" Sweet girl.

Her cheeks flush pink as her gaze drops to her lap. "I...have been reading...about how ladies can pleasure men...w-with their mouths..."

Aemond feels himself straining against the suddenly too tight confines of his trousers, yet how could he ever expect her to do that when she reacts with such shame to even the mere mention of it?

"I cannot ask that of you." He rasps. "It is something that common whores partake in, not highborn ladies."

"But I want to." She insists, looking up at him.

Despite the flushed expression of her embarrassment, Aemond sees determination shining brightly in her eyes and his resolve crumbles at this.

"You are sure?"

"Yes." She nods fervently. "But...I do not know what I am doing. Will you guide me?"

He leans forward again and presses a delicate kiss to her temple. "Of course, rhūqītsos. But first, you will get up off of your knees. You are my wife, you deserve the softness of a bed beneath you as you please your husband, not the hardness of the floor."

He stands, helping her to her feet and guides her to their bed, before laying down upon it and motioning for her to join him.

She lowers herself down the mattress, watching with keen interest as Aemond frees himself from his breeches.

Her eyes go wide at the sight of him, and it occurs to Aemond that she has never really looked upon his manhood before, at least not this closely. He usually buries himself inside of her after she has peaked, so she has never had the opportunity to properly study him.

He hisses as she wraps a soft palm around him, his stones tightening at the slight pressure being applied to his aching length.

She withdraws her hand quickly, her tone apologetic. "Am I hurting you?"

"No...no, quite the opposite, actually. Keep doing that, but stroke your hand up and down."

She smiles, resuming her grip on him and does as he's instructed.

Aemond groans, bucking slightly into her touch, enjoying the licks of warmth that tickle at his lower spine.

"The tip is where I feel most pleasure." He sighs softly. "If you wish to use your mouth then start there, with your lips and tongue."

Slowly, hesitantly, she opens her mouth, wrapping her lips around him and kitten licking at the head of him.

For a moment, Aemond's mind goes blank. It takes all of his resolve not to spend right there and then, his fingers dig so tightly into the bedsheets beside him he is certain he'll tear holes into them.

"Good. Very good." He whispers. "If you can, take more into your mouth and try to recreate the motion you used with your hand just now."

A sheen of perspiration prickles his skin as the hotness of her mouth envelopes him. He jerks back slightly when he feels her gag around him, her eyes watering.

"Not all of it." He says gently. "Use your hand for what won't fit."

She does as she's told, setting a steady rhythm that has Aemond's stomach muscles tensing as he fights to stay still. He wants nothing more than to grab her hair and buck up into the wetness of her mouth with reckless abandon, but he knows he has to allow her to take this at her own pace, and so he allows her to do as she pleases.

Aemond feels his climax approaching and knows he is done for when, without prompting, she reaches down to fondle his balls. The pressure that has been steadily building at the base of his spine is now at its pinnacle.

His breathing ragged, his brow furrowed in exertion, he pleads with her. "Dōnus riñus, you have to stop! Let me spend on the sheets, I cannot-"

If anything, this seems to spur on her movements and he lets out a strangled sounding moan as she spills himself into her mouth, his hips jerking uncontrollably.

When he feels himself pulsate for a final time, he sits up, prepared to shower her with apologies, however, they die on his tongue as he sees the bob of her throat. She'd swallowed.

She smiles as she looks up at his pleasure drunk state and he sees something irrevocably changed in her usual demure expression, her eyes are darkened by lust.

Long gone is his virtuous little bride, he has awoken something primal within her that he is eager to explore.

He tastes himself upon her lips as she kisses him, hungry and wanton.

"Rhūqītsos," He murmurs against her mouth. "Do allow me to repay your kindness."

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[got-ticket-to-ride]

hi sorry but do you have any soft mclennon moments to share too :') the post you made about 22 seconds of longing hurt oh my god

Sorry for the delay in reply anon. I'm actually just a corporate collar acting my way as a temporary secretary every hard day's night, jobbing like a dog, 8 days a week in an English garden to afford a tan in the rain.

Hope this finds you well! Here are 22 McLennon moments as compensation for Johnny's 22 agonizing seconds in the pining video.

1.) "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" scene when they both looked at each other at the same time. And the director had to pan out the scene because it would've been too straight. I know dilated pupils when I see it.

2.) Inviting your favorite boy to a solo trip to Spain but you stayed in Paris because it was so romantic, sharing a bed, picking out clothes for each other, slurping all the banana shakes, you know normal roommate things according to historians.

3.) Getting a solo invitation from a hot photographer and bringing along your best boy because you are attached to the hip and can't be separated.

4.) Their need to constantly touch each other

5.) Scene in Help (1965), where John is using all his strength to carry George and Ringo's weight and not crush Paul (because boyfriend things)

6.) Holding hands for mental support during a recording. (John is needy, please forgive him)

7.) Walking Martha like a couple in 1967 - outfits coordinated and all

8.) Impressions by people who met them:

"[John and Paul] sort of had their own way of communicating. Hardly anything was spoken, they just knew what the other wanted or was getting at and they had the most amazing talent."

"He was like a different animal with Lennon. When they were together they became something else, more than just the two of them together. That communication was incredible. It was like two high-speed computers just fizzing between each other."

9.) John is hiding his cigarette behind him, because he doesn't want to bother Paul with the smoke. (You know, boyfriend things).

10.) A portrait, king and princess up front. John's thigh just casually resting on Paul's (yet again).

11.) The spider fingers during a press conference, because they are actually both 12

12.) That very flirty jam session in Austria in 1965 that was cut short, but they probably continued after anyway

13.) The way they talk about the day they met sounds like "how I met the love of my life" Happy Honeymoon <3

14.) Quote from Emerick

The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing.

15.) When they answer each other's songs

Paul in Can't Buy Me Love: "If it makes you feel alright?"

John: "I Feel Fine"

17.) “I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight’ was met with the reply, ‘Sod off, Lennon.’” — Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964

18.) Paul looking at John like he wants to eat him later after finishing with "I'm a Loser"

19.) Giving instructions on how John's hair needs to "look"

20.) Paul acting as John's walking stick

21.) Paul's heart eyes during this 1966 conference (also that lip bite... eat you later?):

22.) John the worried boyfriend who checks on Paul in the middle of an interview and doesn't believe him when he just says : "oh, yeah..."

John internally: "come on now, why aren't you laughing at my joke babe? You're unwell!!!"

The Bottles over and out.

Thank you for this ask. This was quite fun! Would love to hear your thoughts too <3

#Asks #Mclennon #John and Paul #John Lennon #Paul Mccartney #funny #The Beatles #gttr-beatles

[lunascalamity]

Head empty, thinking about sub tsukishima.

Sub tsukishima who would try and be intimidating out of the bedroom, only to internally regret it when you don’t say anything and just laugh at his brattiness. Do not humor his bratty behavior, he just wants a reaction. Instead, play coy and let him slowly breakdown and finally tell you what he wants.

Sub tsukishima who would fight you so hard on who should be the dom when you first bring it up at the beginning of your relationship. Not because he wants to be the dom, but because he wants to make it seem like you convinced him to be submissive, instead of him wanting to be it in the first place. So when you back off and say you guys should talk about a compromise, he immediately backpedals and is like “okay fine! Jesus… wanna peg/fuck me soooo bad 🙄” tsundere motherfucker 😒

Sub tsukishima who’s always gonna make you work for it every single time, no matter what. Testing you while you guys make out, trying to lead. But give him even the littlest bit of pressure with your knee to his dick and he breaks so fast. Going from “ffuck hurry up” to “mmpff god please please please~”

Sub tsukishima who always just waits for you to initiate everything. So when you don’t do anything as a joke one day, he becomes super bratty. Why aren’t you touching him, annoying him, or making stupid dirty jokes? “You’re being so weird today…” Worries he did something wrong. When you tell him it was a joke he doesn’t think it’s very funny and just scoffs, so fuck him good that night ‘kay?

Sub tsukishima who is so cute when he’s fucked out, pushing your head towards his for a kiss, holding your hand, wrapping his legs around you so you don’t go, all while he glares at you like, bro? —“Want me to stop?” he squeezes your hand tighter, “N-no, shut up.”

Sub tsukishima where you tease him by making him communicate

“Cmon Kei, I’m not doing anything until you tell me what you want.”

“Who said I wanted anything, this was your idea.”

“So you’re telling me that’s not your boner i’m feeling right now?”

“I’ll just deal with it myself.”

“Alright then, deal with it.”

He tries to prove you wrong by jerking off in front of you, trying to say ‘I don’t need you to cum’. But the way you look at him so smugly yet lovingly makes his whole body so hot and turns him on so much. He tries to look away but it doesn’t feel as good. And when you start whispering praises absentmindedly? “Fuck you’re so hot.” “You look so good like this.” He’s so done. At that point, he’s just jerking off for you, your praises egging him on. And when he does cum, he feels so unsatisfied. Your presence did a lot to get him going, but nothing can compare to your touch. so edge him till he apologizes.

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I was planing on just doing a few headacannons (or whatever tf these are) to cure some of my writing block and motivate me more, but I ended up writing more than I thought 💀 kei brain rot strong. Proud tsundere fucker 🦅🇺🇸🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️💪

#dom reader #dom!reader #fem reader #gender neautral reader #sub character #sub haikyuu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima smut #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #sub tsukishima #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

[glitchtricks94]

Demon Slayer Drabbles: Giyuu Tomioka Thirst

So the thirst wouldn't send through the ask box- I just decided to straight up make this a post because I'm proud and damn it, I refuse to pussy out and shorten it or spread it out over two anons! This is NSFW with a soft dom-esche Giyuu, so please, mind the cut and the divider. This was a gift for @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi, a lovely person I really look up to in the community. So, without further ado, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Giyuu's head was filled with fog, the sound of your moans filling his ears like a symphony, his own low groans and soft whines slipping from his lips as he thrusted in and out of you, the scent of sweat and sex swirling all around the room you were both given at the Wisteria House. You had both known each other for ages, romantic and sexual tension always lingering between the two of you, and after this last mission, everything finally bubbled over and you two had practically pounced on one another in the forest. Giyuu ended up acting out of pure relief when he first pulled you into that initial kiss. You were nearly shredded by the demon you were both sent to dispose of, and Giyuu, being the good man and smitten fool he was, instantly lost it internally and made quick work of the demon, a quiet rage bubbling in his chest. Afterwards, while you were trying to thank him, he crashed his lips into yours, tossing his katana aside and squeezing you tightly, pulling you close enough to where you were flush against him. One kiss turned into two, then three, and then you were both grinding on each other through your clothes as you collapsed to the ground beneath you, tongues dueling for dominance, Giyuu soon being declared the winner. He pulled away, telling you that you both should go get fixed up, much to your dismay. You couldn't remember your complaints now, however, not while Giyuu was pounding into you as if his life depended on it. To him, it sure felt like it. Months of his longing were pressed into each thrust, everything he's been feeling towards you being poured into every kiss, every single heart stuttering moment that he ever had with you bursting to the forefront of his mind alongside the memories of all the nights he spent alone, having gotten off on imaginary scenarios that could never compare to the real thing. Giyuu couldn't help but give his everything to you with every plunge of his cock into your wet cunt. "F-fuck...you feel...feel so incredible..." Giyuu panted, sapphire eyes staring down at your fucked out expression, his face painted a warm red hue as he braced his body on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you. You looked up through tear stained lashes into Giyuu's eyes, pleasure wracking your body deliciously, your lip swollen from a mix of bruising kisses and you biting it to suppress your moans. "Y-you're so b-beautifuulll...oh gods..." He moaned out, seeing how you looked up at him, love, lust and pure bliss being reflected in your glassy eyes. "G-giyuuuuu..." You whined out, wrapping your legs around his waist and leaned up to catch his lips in a feverish kiss, the raven haired man instantly returning the gesture before parting and pressing you back into the futon. "G-Giyuu, more, more....please, please...!" You whimpered, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap again. "I-I've got you, my lily, I-I've got you...Let me handle it, l-let me-Fuck...Y-you got tiiiighter..." Giyuu responded, tipping his head back for a moment as you clenched down on his dick, pleasure shooting through him as he bucked into you harder. "Y-you're close, c'mon, baby, cum for me, please, I-I know you can do it. Cum on my cock, my love, I-I know you- Ah!"

You had let out a cry that Giyuu swiftly muffled by clamping a hand over your mouth, a strained groan leaving him as he continued thrusting, causing you to whine from overstimulation. "G-Giyuu, 's'too muuuucchhh!" You whined out again, Giyuu pressing a kiss to your lips, soft pants leaving his own as he grew closer to his own climax. "J-just a little more, my lily, I-I'm almost there, p-please hold on a little longer- Mmm!" Giyuu couldn't stop himself from thrusting wildly in and out of you, his eyes rolling back as he moaned out a little louder. "Oh fuck, fuck- I-I...I love you...." He whined out, pinning your hands on either side of your head and twining your fingers, the man above you still moaning out soft 'I love you's with each thrust of his cock, crying out when he felt you tighten as a second orgasm wracked your smaller frame, both of you silencing yourselves with a kiss while riding your highs. You both pulled away with a string of saliva connecting you both. Everyone applauded when you both came back, hands intertwined. Giyuu was embarrassed and so were you.

#glitchwrites.notepad #demon slayer x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka smut #giyuu x reader #kny giyuu #giyuu smut #kimetsu giyuu #demon slayer giyuu #dom giyuu tomioka #sub reader #This drove me up the wall insane to prep #I am happy I figured it out!!!!!! #Yippeee!!!!!

[campyvillain]

I’m going to say something not a lot of people will like to hear but fuck it. discrimination towards ace and aro ppl - and those adjacent - is 99% of the time just blatant ableism disguised as “discourse”.

neurodivergent - and specifically autistic - ppl tend to make up a large portion of the aspec community since we tend to experience attraction differently than nt ppl, and I’m just saying that the perception of aspec people in the eyes of people who disagree w our existence being that we’re “childish and immature whiny people who are deeply obsessed with childish things and are too infantile to be taken seriously” being not far off at all from a very ableist stereotype of autistic people? yeah no way in hell that’s not a coincidence. when aphobia and arophobia were at their peak, discriminatory allo people LOVED to be like “ace/aro people are so cringe lmao!!!,!, all they do is obsess (insert ‘childish’ media here) but they still want to be TREATED WITH RESPECT?? how dumb lol unlike us REAL lgbts who care about the REAL world and don’t live in some FANTASY LAND they give US a bad name and need to be removed from our community!” and like…. You’re not gonna take a step back and read back what you’re saying? not at all? you’re not gonna do that huh. you do realize you’re falling eerily in line with a verryyyy specific type of ideology that’s also used against nd people here right?

and the thing that blows the most is that a majority of people engaging in “ace/aro discourse” at its peak WERE neurodivergent - but the thing is back then neurodivergence wasn’t NEARLY as recognized or treated with respect as it is in the current time, back when openly admitting you were autistic and being proud of it was unheard of. so instead, neurodivergent allo people with shitty mentalities chose to go after nd aspec/arospec people because the internet had reduced autism to such a drastic punchline that a lot of autistic people internalized that ableism, and so whenever they saw people being open about their neurodivergency they saw it as “cringe” and would make up any reason they could to justify harassment against them. and since a lot of aspec communities are made up of autistic people that those w internalized ableism saw as “infantile” or “threats to their reputation” - its unfortunately no wonder why so many allo nd lgbt people became so obsessed with attacking them for years on end.

and I know this because I (an ace lesbian) used to be in a lot of friend groups who WERE composed of these allo nd lgbt people who would just say the most vile shit about ace and aro people to make themselves feel more “valid” as “true members of the lgbt community” but these were also literally the only out lgbt friends I had. i kept my ace status closeted from them for years and never engaged in any conversations centering around “ace discourse” because I was afraid of the things that they’d do to me - I had seen them turn on their former friends who confessed they were aro or ace overnight because they were “embarrassing to be around”and i didn’t want to lose the only people in my life who’d “cared” about me. I eventually came to my senses and left them and found friends who knew all the gatekeeping was total meaningless bullshit and thank god I did because it damn near saved my life.

people who say that ace, aro, or any group of people who don’t have a “typical” means of attraction “don’t experience oppression at all” are fucking lying. they’re trying to remove any means of accountability from themselves because people who say that ARE the reason why we face the shit we do. THEY’RE the ones perpetuating it. they’re the reason why harassment against us isn’t as taken seriously because they’ve spread the belief that we are making shit up when we continue to call out the harm they’ve done.

so this pride month please just. fucking take a step back and really think about how many exclus talking points just so happen to coincide with ableist talking points. because I guarantee you there’s a lot of them, and in a climate where neurodivergency is actually able to be discussed and handled with respect now, it’s shocking that more people haven’t caught onto this yet.

[starfruiity]

Venus-Saturn: A Beauty Queen

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My first post yay! It was originally on my website but I'm deleting that soon so I brought it here.

First things first:

I do not read charts professionally.

correlation ≠ causation

If you have any of the mentioned aspects and have experience in pageantry or even an interest in it, please please feel free to talk about it in the quotes or ask box!

tw: eating disorders

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This a veryy long post!! If you share please give me credit !!

While doing research for my Desire & Astrology project (now closed), I was reminded of something that deals with Venus but is rarely discussed, and that's beauty pageants.

Whether this is because of its declining popularity or lack of interest in something that is presumed to be shallow, beauty pageants display Venus's domain very well.

OG BEAUTY QUEEN

Let's go back, and I mean way back, to Aphrodite. She took part in a beauty contest herself. Since I will be referencing the original myth (The Judgement of Paris) that appears in the Cypria, Greek names will be used instead of Roman.

It all starts at the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, all the gods were to attend except for one, Eris, the goddess of strife and discord.

She showed up anyway but was not allowed to attend. This makes her upset and to live up to her name, she causes discord by dropping an apple that was addressed to the most beautiful.

The three goddesses: Aphrodite, Hera, and Athena began to argue about who the fairest of them all was. As we can tell, Aphrodite won and became thee beauty queen of the millennium.

The Judgement of Paris -- Etienne Jeaurat (1699-1789)

prominence of venus-saturn aspect

I began looking up countries that had top-winning international titles (Miss World, Miss Universe, etc.) and/or had a strong pageantry culture. These countries are (most to least):

Venezuela

The Philippines

The United States

Puerto Rico

India

Australia

United Kingdom

Brazil

South Africa

Sweden

Mexico

While looking at these countries' natal charts, those who had an AA/A rating, there was a particular aspect that popped up, Venus-Saturn.

India: Venus Conjunct Saturn

United Kingdom: Venus Opposite Saturn

South Africa: Venus Square Saturn

Venezuela: Venus Opposite Saturn

It's a smaller list compared to the listed countries. So, I instead looked up the natal charts of documented beauty pageant winners.

I can't list all the women (and men!!) who have this placement it will just make the post even longer than it already is. But here are some (with AA/A rating!!):

Venessa Williams: Venus Conjunct Saturn

Michelle Pfeiffer: Venus Square Saturn

Jennifer Hosten: Venus Square Saturn

Zsa Zsa Gabor: Venus Opposite Saturn

Susan Powell: Venus Trine Saturn

Oprah Winfrey: Venus Square Saturn

Adriana Lima: Venus Square Saturn

I read 100+ charts (all had verified birth times btw), and though I'm focusing on Venus-Saturn I did notice some other aspects that appeared frequently:

Venus-North Node

Venus-Sun

Venus-MC

Why focus on the Venus-Saturn aspect? Well, I'm kind of tired of the same old description lol. But really, going through the natal charts was interesting, and of the amount that I read, over 40% had the aspect (I did the math), which made up the majority.

recap + commentary

First a recap of the planets Venus and Saturn. Venus is the planet of beauty, unity, and harmony, because of this influence this makes Venus a benefic.

On the other hand, Saturn is the planet of restriction, time, and rejection which means he is a malefic planet.

While watching these videos about the pageantry culture of many countries and the women who participated in them, I noticed the habits of these women and those who assist them.

These women were restrained. The restriction wasn't just self-imposed, it was also done by those around them (sometimes parents, other contestants, or even the public).

So, when Saturn communicates with Venus it may indicate that connecting with others, whether platonic or romantic, is difficult, strained, and restricted. And it's not just connecting with others, but also connecting with themselves.

This is more obvious with harsh aspects as the planets are in conflict. And to reach some sort of balance, you have to appease both planets.

Beauty pageants are one way to appease the conflict.

Through pageants, a person can explore the "Venusian" domain through fashion, glamor, being surrounded by women, and of course, receiving attention.

The "Saturnian" domain is explored through isolation from their families and friends, a restriction of their diet, and the development of the discipline needed to win the competition.

ATMOSPHERE OF BEAUTY PAGEANTS

I watched many documentaries and I gathered quotes that I felt showed the Venus-Saturn aspect perfectly from the preparation to the execution:

"The one who gets the crown, she has to be very disciplined, very well-centered. You have to polish the rough diamond and all the rough edges"

"Morning call at 5:30, curfew at 10 o'clock, no food outside the diet regime, no alcohol, no smoking in public. Every move is watched."

The woman given any beauty pageant title is the woman with the most discipline and shows it not only to the judges but the public.

While I watching one documentary there were two women, Neha and Gauahar, who were labeled as "stuck-up" and were given the nickname "ice-vaginas" by another contestant.

And this is a recurring assumption of those who have prominent Saturn placements. They're often seen as being aloof and cold when they are not.

While I don't have the natal charts of Neha and Gauahar, I can point out that the winner of the pageant, Neha, did display Saturn-like qualities the best.

She was strict with her diet, which included no smoking.

She was distant and focused on winning the competition only.

And while Neha didn't wish any ill or harm to the other contestants she still came off as rude or impolite.

Funnily enough, rudeness is often aligned with Saturn. Archetypically speaking, Saturn has no need for politeness or niceness, he is isolated and prefers to keep to himself.

Venus on the other hand is all about bonding, and to bond you have to be pleasant, polite, and aware of others.

BEAUTY QUEEN CONFESSIONS

Here's what some Beauty Queens had to say about their experience in pageantry:

"I had phenomenal moments as Miss America. But the reality is it is 24 hours a day every day of the week for the entirety of the year."

"Behind the scenes, there were rules like no men were allowed in your hotel, including your father."

"It's pressure to perform, pressure to produce, pressure to provide."

"The schedule was grueling. I remember having 3-5 appearances in one day. And a different city, every 18-36 hours, literally, it seems glamorous and yet it was very lonely, many times."

"It's really really hard because you are mentally drained, you are physically drained, you are isolated."

"I felt very alone, It's very isolating. It's just you and your tour manager all year."

And that's the thing, no matter how glamorous it may seem to be on stage in a glittering gown, the reality (Saturn) can be, and is, very lonely.

The rules and guidelines that used to be in place to compete were so strict, but the guidelines that followed the woman who won the title were even stricter.

No beauty pageant with beauty sounds silly, but a beauty pageant without discipline and pressure is comical.

Pressure to be graceful and composed. Pressure to have the best answer, the best smile, the best gown, the best walk, the perfect package.

As pressure makes diamonds. The pressure (Saturn) and stiffness (also Saturn) are honed into gracefulness (Venus).

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I previously mentioned how many beauty pageant participants restrict their diet. Below are two quotes from two different documentaries:

"When I competed in Miss America there were women who, unfortunately, were currently dealing with eating disorders. One woman would only eat baby food, so she just brought baby food jars with her, and that's all she would have."

"This is my lunch, and this is what I eat two hours after lunch. Spinach with chicken broccoli with fish. It tastes horrible. Nothing has seasoning, but this is the diet. One has to make sacrifices."

As starvation is aligned with Saturn, sadly, it's not surprising to hear and see many women restricting themselves to win.

I know this is about beauty pageants, but I see the same thing with models. In fact many people, from the models themselves to people who work alongside them, mention it.

Models express how the face pressure to avoid food to keep a thin appearance.

And this pressure doesn't just come from designers and casting directors, but it's self-imposed.

Many models describe the time they were their sickest and thinnest as also the time when they experienced a boost in their career, maybe even experiencing their prime.

They joke about being "hangers", since their job is to display clothes, and the focus should be on that, not the model's body.

It seems demeaning, another Saturn thing, but it's why they strive to be so skinny.

Saturn is the planet of rejection, and rejection can foster humility or humbleness, another thing he rules over.

When models address themselves as hangers they remind not only themselves but also those around them that the attention should not be on them, but the clothes. The message is clear:

"I don't matter, the clothes do."

wrapping it up

Though the way I read birth charts is heavily influenced by Hellenistic and medieval astrological techniques, I still believe that everything is up to the person.

The focus is the theme of Venus-Saturn: disciplined and restricted beauty/connection/and love. Though using beauty pageants is a dramatic example, I feel it makes the theme and archetype of the aspect obvious.

The Venus-Saturn native understands, or at least comes to understand, that joyful things take work; beauty can bring joy, and relationships--connecting with others--bring joy, but all take work, vulnerability, and some sacrifice.

It's like this, in this context, Saturn allows you to explore the "Venusian" domain: to show yourself, enjoy the fun of dressing up, and be around people.

But you have to sacrifice your time, the habits that you previously established (eating whatever you want, smoking, etc.), and the connections you already have.

Because Venus-Saturn natives are typically so used to being in situations where this theme is emphasized it should be no surprise that they often end up winning the crown, literally and metaphorically.

© 2024 starfruiity

Gif is Susmita Sen, winner of the Miss Universe 1994 title.

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Help Ibrahim cross the border from Rafah to Egypt

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Hi. My name is Marium and I'm fundraising for Ibrahem from Southern California, USA. lbrahem is a Palestinian man from Gaza currently displaced and living in tents under harsh conditions with his family in Rafah. Please help us raise money for him and his family to get entry into Egypt. Follow him on IG for updates @ibrahemkhalill.

Ibrahim Al-Qahwaji from Gaza, from a family living in difficult conditions. Their house was bombed. They were displaced from Gaza to a refugee camp in Rafah at the beginning of the October war. They left with nothing but their personal clothes. A family consisting of 7 members, some of whom are married with children and university graduates.

The qahwaji have done a huge amount of work in the community during the war (giving free haircuts at UNRWA shelters, building tents and shelters, purchasing necessary food, and many other efforts.) We must now help THEM in their time of need as well!

It is URGENT that we help the Qahwaji evacuate a war zone immediately. Egypt has raised the border cost significantly so their escape from hardship will ONLY be possible through this fundraising campaign. They are counting on us! (Breakdown of funds detailed below.)

Please share widely and donate generously, as if this were your own family and friends! Help us support them to reach peace and freedom after having their lives turned upside down so brutally. Thank you so much for your support!

Our friends, the Al-Qahwaji family, are living in difficult conditions in the Rafah displacement camp, as they have no home or work shops left in Khan Yunis. The city of Rafah is no longer safe for them. The Al-Qahwaji family has been unable to work for four months due to the war in Gaza, and they live on minimal food and water, which they will only receive after periods of time, all while suffering from constant fear and trauma from the bombing around them. Many family members have urgent medical needs and their lives are at risk at every moment. Prices have risen in Gaza and they struggle daily to meet their basic needs.

Ibrahem: We had a house here that housed all my family members. We had warm moments and beautiful memories between those walls between me and my family. Suddenly, everything became rubble, ash, and martyrs and injuries fell from us. They were a miracle from God that I went out.

I'm asking you to help us in order to get money for travel from the Egypt crossing. My family and I.

Distribution of funds:

Crossing the border into Egypt costs $5,000 per adult, $35,000 for seven.

We hope to exceed the fundraiser by $3,000 to help cover GoFundMe fees and international transfer taxes. All additional funds will be allocated to cover temporary travel expenses such as food and temporary rent in Egypt.

Ibrahem just turned 29 years old yet this is the fifth (and worst) war of his life. He is the owner and operator of Ibrahem Salon, an extremely popular men's salon in Khan Younis. He supports his mother and brother younger siblings with his work as a hair stylist. Many of his friends have died and he is constant danger himself. He desperately wants to return to his work as a hair stylist, his therapy, and to heal from these traumas. Feras says his only wish is to live in a peaceful place. Being in a safe place and living a normal life would help him regain his mental stability.

Get to know Ibrahim Al-Qahwaji’s mother:

Note: Magda Umm Ahmed, head of the family, 61 years old, suffers from high blood pressure. Her cornea was affected and she needed a military eye operation that could not be performed in Gaza. Even Gaza will make an active effort to reduce its sight and vision. She didn't have a panic attack because of the drone sounds and the time clock. She works tirelessly to raise her seven children and her husband. Now that she was young, her children supported her financially until the war disrupted her life. Her children want to give Magda a calm and happy life, and to move her to safety as quickly as possible for treatment.

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[mylifeisjustafeverdream]

A Retelling of My Mind Whilst Reading Shadow Kissed-

Omg it's the Sixth Sense up in this bitch

Bitch when are you ever "just tired" when weird shit starts happening to you, I swear to fuck.

Rose is so me because I too would rather die than spend an extended amount of time with my best friends boyfriend.

Eddie Castile the man that you are.

From the bottom of my heart I hope Jesse gets his shit rocked.

Omg Rose girl do something, ANYTHING. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US.

Least Favorite Trope: Entire plot would be resolved if this dumbass just like communicated the issues she is having OMFG.

If Rose Hathaway has no haters all her teachers must be dead because wtf is their issue???

Homegirl is unstable at best.

I feel like at this point she should probably go to where Mason the Friendly Ghost is pointing.

Girly-pop that's not a migraine....

I do not fucking trust that bitch Tatianna

*Viktor explains master plan* "Cool motive still murder"

*Law and Order sounds*

HE JUST SAID THAT SHIT IN OPEN COURT IT'S ON THE RECORD

How much of an asshole do you have to be that it's more believable that you're lying than a crime having actually happened lol

Lissa is so clueless it's kinda funny.

You know what I hope Rose fucks Adrienne and gets pregnant just to spite Tatianna.

She wants her nails done omg she's just a girl 🥺

*starts looking at my tarot book to see if this is accurate*

I love when Dimitri starts lore dropping to Rose

Well.... I think they know about the ghosts now.

That doctor is the only rational adult at the school cause literally why tf didn't she talk to a counselor.

Her therapist just clocked her so hard.

Well that's an unfortunate fact about Shadow Kissed Anna

Dimitri took part in that attack exercise specifically so she would hop on it lmao

Can't even celebrate for a moment before Lissa is off doing something dumb I swear to god

Lissa try not to get tortured challenge go

*New power unlocked*

YES ROSE BEAT HIS ASS GIRL......oh shit.....GIRL YOU GOT HIM IT'S GOOD.

She's like a feral cat.... Dimitri should use a spray bottle.

Oh my GOD IT'S HAPPENING EVERYONE REMAIN FUCKING CALM

Girl you gotta give me more details than that PLEASE

"My body ached" that'll happen when your first time is with a 6'7 Russian built like a tank

CAN WE NOT HAVE ONE GOD DAMN MOMENT OF PEACE

Girl I'm gonna throw up he's all alone out there.

CHRISTIAN OZERA THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

HE DIDN'T DIE THANK FUCK

Mason upstaging Dimitri even from the afterlife that's my man right there.

SECRET TUNNELS, SECRET TUNNELS THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS

The uncanny ability that 17 year old female herions have to radicalize societies is amazing

Do y'all think Dimitri came up with that life plan while he was fighting the strigoi?

"You're scared of my mother" um yea girl she's fs going to catch an attempted murder charge once she finds out.

*Clenched my jaw so tight during the cave fight it started to hurt*

Oh my God girl stop internal monologuing about how everything is going to work out THAT ALWAYS GOES POORLY

Oh God it's that blonde bitch from earlier this is going to be so much worse than him being dead.

Rose: *literally tries to throw herself back into a vicious attack just to save Dimitri's body*

Everyone Else: She just respected him as a teacher so much there's no other possible explanation.

Lissa clocking what was happening with Rose and Dimitri just now is like when someone steals the answer on Wheel of Fortune after the other contestant mispronounced the phrase

*Knows it's definitely going to happen* "Dimitri is a strigoi"*gasps*

I'm shocked they didn't grab like a single Guardian teacher to try and talk down Rose like why tf did they think Kirova would have any affect.

I know it's not malicious on Lissa's part but I'm glad Rose is finally speaking about how one sided this relationship is.

"Off to kill the man I love" oh this next book is going to fuck me up.

#Shadow Kissed #vampire academy #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #vasilisa dragomir #romitri

[decarabiandivorce]

According to the genshin wiki, amos’s name translates to “burden” (or at least the hebrew version of the name). Any thoughts on the implications of this?

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oh i have thought about that a normal amount. Usually, I love tying it into my backstory of her c: An archer needs to be strong and I imagine her taking care of her community a lot. It was her burden to carry, now that she was an archer without prey. It didn't feel right to not do anything. It could never feel right. In her heart, she was an archer waiting to strike- but stagnation for too long was something she could never fully accept. She has carried many things in her lifetime, from secrets to fears.

A burden is a responsibility that one can not abandon; a pressure from external and/ or internal matters. Physical and metaphorical I do think that Amos acts from the heart. She is so full of love that it's the only thing that could really damage her. She will take on the world for the people she cares about. (And the realization of who she really should be taking care of happens much too late)

It's one of the reasons she fell for Deca. A person that could carry her burdens for her. But life without improvement was a different sort of stagnation. To eternally dream causes muscles to weaken and minds to soften. Surrounded by a sea of grey, were her eyes as sharp as they were before?

Ough this is giving me inspiration to write more of Amos's thought process when it comes to her relationships with people :p I wonder what I should nickname this one, either Violetgrass (Bluebells by another name) or Endymionis somnum dormire

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Amos was a strong person. She hunted in the woods beyond the city, brining back meat to share with her friends and family. She did not ask for much. She did not have much. Amos the hunter was her name. Her last name? She never cared for it. Being a hunter was nice. Staying still for the perfect shot. Just for her patience to be rewarded in one quick swish.

Her parents taught her the way of the bow. They urged her to put it down as well. To settle with someone that could take care of her. One day her bones will tire and her wrists wouldn't be able to withstand the arduous tasks.

Amos was strong. She cared for her parents til their final breaths. She cleaned the now empty house by herself. She had many friends she loved to help. Any burder they had, she could take on.

She taught the children of her friends how to be an archer. She did her deliveries and as the rumors of war broke out she didn't worry. It was a matter between gods.

Then the winds began to storm and her dreams of green were no more. Her tasks were no more. Still those she helped so long ago took care of her.

She felt like a burden. A hunter without her prey. All she could do was sit by the armourys of old and keep up the upkeep. The other hunters and soilders have already gone home. No one to inspect at the city gates nor a chance to take their own somewhere else. The greenhouses at least gained new members.

Despite her many years of waiting, she felt restless. There must be something she could do! Much like a maid knight in the future, at a simple call she would be there in a second. "Amos, could you please help with this?" "Amos could you please help with that?" She loved to help. The belt on her side was no longer filled with arrows, only lists and letters.

Like the mint plants that weave through the concrete cracks, she survives. She always had.

Day and night held no meaning to her. Task after task. She could do it all. She could do anything.

Her face grimaces as she notes the bottom of her shoes needing to be glued back in. Her boots were getting old and she would need the support of a clan to purchase a new pair. Tailor Skyle still owed her that favor, she could ask her later.

Walking past the kids playing in the streets, she smiled. They waved at her before going back to play their game. They had made a show out of the information coming from the few outsiders. Words about the Wolf King's newest strategy or rumors of how bad this war across the world has been. The stone gate's leylines protected them from the wrath of geo, but the anemo in the air had to have a victor.

The tower in the center of the town was the only place safe from the storm. Its sturdy walls stayed quiet. Season by season the number of guards lessened as the few who found themselves of use to their king wished to conserve their coin.

The tailor greets her, holding the hand of her wife Riza. The baker had made her beloved a container of soup for lunch and had dropped by to see her. Amos smiled as the trio talked and Skyle did calculations.

"Red looks good on you," She could hear her friend mutter to her wife.

"Everything looks good on me." Riza smiled back. Her hand playing with the edges of a napkin. She was wearing a crimson bracelet on her hand. "Hey Amos, you like it? It's our anniversary present to each other."

The tailor sighed, "I can't believe Mr. Whisker would betray me like that. How dare a fluffy face like his tear my bracelet to shreds the moment I place mine down. Our perfect anniversary ruined by that adorable bastard. It's going to take so long to remake the pattern."

As she looked closely, she could see the slightest pattern of flowers. Roses if she remembered correctly.

Riza bent her arm to give Amos a closer look, "It's based on a tale from my side of the family. My father was eager to share the tale of the red string with his future daughter-in-law." She kissed her wife and Amos looked away.

Her eyes wandered as the two began to talk. She knew the guy they were telling her about, how he would gift her parchments and books from the lands south for the holidays. He was a nice guy, but she blanked on his name at the moment. Her eyes rested on the harp in the corner of the shop. She had one of those big ones back at home, but it was way dustier than this one. The feeling of string in her hands that needed to be plucked at the right moment... Yet before she could say anything, her friend was finished.

She thanked them and embraced the storm outside. The kids were gone, perhaps off to their homes for lessons or mealtime. Besides the regular rumble that surrounded the city, it was quiet. Trees and flags rustled like instruments and she made her way back to where she was staying.

Tomorrow was the same. So was the day after that. And the day after that.

Of course, there were new developments. The person that used to take care of horses fell in love with the butcher's son. One of the head clan's harpists was arrested for murdering her rival. She was invited to the wedding of one of the kids she used to carry on her shoulders. Still, she was.

She was.

Content.

Her eyes and body tired as she put on her best clothes. It was a humble affair, a family friend of the groom was one of the Lawrence and allowed them to use their home as the venue. Everyone was in pairs. Some people even more.

She wore a violetgrass in her hair, one of the rarer plants in the greenhouses' glebes. It costed her a pretty coin, but she couldn't help but splurge.

The event was nice. The couple spoke their vows and their kin held a toast to their happiness. Til death will they part.

She smiled. She laughed. She was so proud of her friend.

Someone tossed something into the air, and on instinct she caught it.

Roses so red and Celcilias so white. They smelled fresh, but the bouquet felt heavy in their hands. Crimson splashed against the bone-white and faded grass. Yet there are cheers around her. Smiles and jokes. "Oh, when is the wedding for Ms. Amos?" "It's a sign for you to settle down Amos dear!" "Want me to make a dress for you like I did them?"

She smiles. She laughs. She steps aside. "Come on you guys! It's their wedding! We should tease them more instead!". The violetgrass feels heavy on her head.

The beginning of the end starts with such good intentions.

"Ms. Amos!" one of the children squeaks. She had just finished fixing a post one of the animals knocked over before she felt the small hands of her neighbor's daughter on her dress. "Don't tell Lance but I wanna marry him when I grow up!"

"Is that so?" Amos pats her on the head. "What about that Charles boy that likes you? Or Amelia?"

Her face scrunches, "They are so borrring. And Amelia hasn't returned my ribbon yet! Lance is so cool! He can use a catalyst!" she pulls on the hem as the kid jumps up and down. "When are you getting married?"

"I don't plan on it." is her usual answer.

"That sounds lonely." was the usual reply.

Amos smiled, "I won't be lonely. I have you guys!"

Her neighbor's child frowned at her. At least this one was honest about their thoughts. "You sure? Cause I think that would be sucky."

The pale-haired lady lowered her eyes, "It's time for dinner. I think I saw your father get fowl today at the market. You should get going."

"Okay, Ms. Amos! Can I be flower-girl at your wedding?"

"Bye!" Amos says back.

She closes her eyes. The party a couple weeks ago was nice. Everyone was enjoying themselves and reminiscing on old times was lovely. There was another invite in her mail. An engagement announcement right next to it. The Bakers down the street were having their 2nd child. The Smiths were having triplets.

She grits her teeth as she makes her way back into her empty house. The dust was getting worse. She would need all day tomorrow to tidy the place up.

Yet instead, she chooses to fall face-first onto her bed. The blankets were in the same position they were when she woke up. The wood underneath her creaked as she squirmed. It would be nice to have someone in her arms. Have someone hold her. Have someone greet her when she comes home. It would be nice to have someone to share her burdens with. To greet with a hug. To whisper the vows to.

Yet the only one in her bed was herself. She was never an imaginative person, only able to build upon memories. What would it even be like? How would it even work? How do you even meet someone like that? How do you know this is the person you would devote yourself to? How would you know you were attracted to them? Was it like that Red String her friend told her about, a moth drawn to a flame?

She knew what a pretty person was! She had eyes! Yet. It was always surface-level. She could never imagine sharing a life with that pretty boy at the southern gate. Nor the scribe who doodles hearts on her receipts. She didn't know them. She felt no connection to them. That's what attraction was... right? A connection?

She gripped her pillow tightly.

She needed rest for tomorrow. She could think about this another time.

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The storm was quiet today. It ebbed with her lord's mood, but today seemed different. Perhaps she had been imagining things. Sap from dying flowers needed to be crafted into glue. The arrows she'll never use again deserve their tail feathers.

Washing her hands, she tidied the armory's workspace. Clearing away the stuff on the desks was her first task- she wouldn't want the violetgrass's poison to stain.

The soft chime from the door was barely audible. Turning around, Amos noted the person a couple steps away from her had green eyes. No pigment could describe the hue, only barely comparable to the crystalflies or perhaps seelies. A cape on his right shoulder and an even longer cape on his back. Stormy grey hair and skin sickly pale.

Who the heck was this guy? He didn't have the features of any of the townspeople. Was he one of the wealthier people that lived in the tower? Even then she would have heard rumors of such a person. There were only a handful of people with silver hair and she was acquainted with all of them.

A foreigner would make sense, but only if he had arrived before the storm. The gold accents on his pauldrons and clothing seemed flawless- and he did not look like the man who knew about metal upkeep. Wait. Then why was he here in an armory?

"Good day." She greeted as calm as she could be. She was not worried. Surrounded by her old companions, she had spent hours wielding and testing each one of them. Sure she may not be the best at a claymore or a simple short sword, but any one of them would do in a battle.

"Hello," His voice was calm.

"Looking for something?" She asked. He placed his gloved hand on his side, his movements almost like that of a marionette.

"No."

"...Well okay then?" Amos tilted her head. His voice had an accent? That odd way of speaking the Mason family had, with some breathiness to the vowels. Time flowed once more as she tried to concentrate on her work, but this guy was still there. She kept looking back, like they were playing a game of Ochs am Berg.

"So stranger what's your name?" she asked, but got no reply. "... I see. A quiet one, are ya?" The arrows were done, time to clean up and then move to the shields.

"Yes. I am a quiet person." came the short response.

Socially it would be a good move to laugh it off, perhaps add some lip service, but this guy was giving her nothing to go off on. Maybe he did want to just sit and watch, a cat laying on a windowsill. Perhaps she was standing in his way. Or worse: it meant nothing at all.

"Cool." She muttered.

Somehow this became a habit. The two of them, never really introducing themselves to the other, would spend a portion of the afternoon in the armory together. Occasionally, the green-eyed man would comment on the abandoned armors and weapons. The unsaid question of why she continued to do this task on his lips. There was no need for anyone to fight. There were no fights. Everything was at peace. So why was she standing in a room ment for battle.

She never answered him. How could she put into words that this was her choice. Her old friends. Relics from the times she would have hunting partners side by side. Artifacts of campsites and friendships. It was illogical.

Yet, the silence was nice. The silence could make one pretend the other understood the other.

One day, he handed her a cloak that matched the one he wore. "It's cold." He spoke, his voice soft and gentle. As she placed it around her shoulders, she could not help but smile at its warmth. So light yet so strong. Not a single stitch was loose and her only complaint would be how the accents shimmered in the light. Still, she had hung up her bow- so stealth need not be an option.

Her mistake.

"Oh, is this a courting gift?" Came the questions. "Are you finally settling down?" they asked. "Who's the lucky person?"

She takes the cloak off.

But he looks at her with such concern. She does enjoy his company, whatever his name is. She likes talking to him. Sometimes she finds things throughout her day that makes her want to show him it.

She wonders what it would be like to meet outside the armory. She feels like she wants to impress him, to take him out of the city and show off her sick moves in action. She dreams of them patrolling the area together, maybe even becoming neighbors.

The cloak is in her hands now. It's so soft. Would his hand be this soft? Would his chest? She never thought of it before, but she wants to run her fingers through his hair. She wants to hold him and laugh with him. To see that sunny smile peak through his clouds.

Yet, she tells herself. They are barely friends. She barely knows his name. His story is his to tell, and while she had confessed the circumstances of her life... he has always been her green-eyed mystery.

It's so heavy, all of it. The mutterings. The attention. This dance was tiring. She wants to rest. To ignore the questions and stop acting happy. Amos just wants to be Amos. It's not like she can be Amos the archer. She.

She.

She hates this. Can't they all just get off her back! Go away! What she is up to is none of their business!

They are just concerned about you, her mind whispers. Her heart aches. She knows they just want what they think is best for her. That they belive that she will be lonely for the rest of her life. That's absurd! She has them! Do... do they not consider themselves as valuable to her as they are?

The rustle of the storm hums around her. Like a lullaby, she can feel it drowning out her thoughts. Her friend had been giving her more violetgrass once he learned they were of her favorite color. Purple. Such a lovely hue. Imports of those dyes cost a pretty coin, but these flowers lived near the stone gate. Useful towards pests and can even be made into some medicines. "Should you ever turn one inside out, you would win your true love!" A common saying among the hunters.

Win your true love. What a joke. If love was a game, she did not want to play. Was she supposed to bring an inverted flower wherever she went? Or was the game set by the time the contested meets their prize.

It was bad luck to bring this bouquet into her house. The neighbors will talk. And so will the neighbor's neighbors. But that's all they ever do. Talk talk nag nag. It's just some flowers! It's just a gift!

"Decarabian give me strength," She muttered. Not one to be a nun, she only knew the basics for events. "I do like the guy. But. I don't even know him. It would be so much simpler to learn about him. I could tell the Masons or the Peggs that his family doesn't like me! I would be free from their questions."

But what if she does like him. That this yearning to watch stars with him was what they would call love. That the urge to sit around and do nothing- to be by his side and vice versa... what if that was love.

Why did she feel so lonely after making this connection? Why does she want this? Why does she want to give into the pressure and sink into his arms? Have that heavy weight upon her heart to go away once and for all.

Despite her many years of being alone, she felt restless. Was this fear, love? Was the desperation to have someone to talk to when she came home, love? Was the yearning for him to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks, love?

She felt like a burden. An archer without her bow.

Amos closed her eyes and pulled the cloak close. It still smelled of him. If there was anyone she would be safe sharing space with... she guessed he was okay.

#what do you get when you take a touch starved person who longs to be needed and add in a touch starved being who longs to have her be safe? #miscommunication and tragic a-spec ness #MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA #this was probs wasn't what you thought my response was going to be but eheheheee i love thinking about Amos #Decmos #steel text #Amos genshin #genshin #amos is so bluebelll core its insane and luckiliy violetgrass is a thing! #decarabian #genshin impact #man i really should come up with a fic tag or smth. steel text is usuable for now tho #slight ocs but they are just there for flavor

[jaeminri]

guardians of love | 007

worst cohost ever (+0.7k words)

at 9am on the dot, both you and mark settle yourselves down and start setting up the recording equipments and your scripts, in complete silence. the both of you haven't talked in days since the meetup. you don't find the need to either, and he clearly doesn't too.

professor kim walks in the room around 15 minutes later to just give a slight brief on the process of the podcast to mark. you really don't understand why he chose mark when there were so many other choices. sure, he's second in your creative writing class, only a plus away from you, but that doesn't mean he's any good at podcasting, or talking even. he doesn't even have any experience in dating.

eric sohn from dance is much better, or maybe yang jungwon from law. they are both outgoing and present themselves more confidently. they are even popular among girls, so they definitely have dating experience.

as mark starts to put on his headset around his neck, you watch him, and you wonder, how exactly is he going to act on live? he notices you staring, and he frowns, halting his movement, “what?”

“nothing. i'm just thinking,” you say nonchalantly , as you lean back into your seat.

“stop staring at me, then. it's annoying.”

“you're annoying.” you retort childishly. “and you better do this well. i can't let the first day of this podcast's reputation go down the drain just because someone as irrelevant as you,” you hiss, pointing at him accusingly as his eyes droop and glare at you, “has zero experience in talking and love.”

mark scoffs, “please. as if you have any in the latter.”

“much more than you, that's for sure.”

“you—”

you hurriedly slip on your headset, pull the mic towards you and you press the red button to indicate you are both live. thank god you were watching the time on the computer screen, or you probably would've missed the cue to begin the podcast.

mark is immediately taken off guard, as he puts on his headset. His fierce gaze doesn't falter though, still glaring at you as you begin speaking into the mic.

“good morning, everyone! how has everyone been? it's been a year since the last valentine's day! oh my god, time surely flies, doesn't it?” you follow your script, relaxed and smiling through your words, unbothered by the boy in front of you.

“surely, in the time that we weren't active, many things must have changed. for us, the guardians of love community, we have changed a lot! this year, we have someone special joining us. someone new and fresh, like summer.” you internally cringe. professor kim surely put his whole heart into this. there was no way you'd ever call mark lee “fresh, like summer”.

mark snickers at how fake you sound and the way your fists clench a little when you are basically forced to compliment him. though, he thinks it is fascinating to see you the way you are right now — confident, professional and expressive. your face torts into different expressions as you speak, your tone loud and clear. it's clear, that you enjoyed doing the podcast. and he—

“mark lee! everyone, please do welcome him warmly!”

mark snaps out of it when you say his name, loudly. he looks at you with shocked eyes, but you only smile at him with gritted teeth, your feet kicking his leg under the table to get his attention. he jumps a little, calming down when his eyes drop to his script and he reads.

“o-oh! hey everyone, i'm mark. i'm a music major and film minor. i'm really excited to co-host this podcast, and i hope to be of great entertainment for all of you for the next few months.” he's nervous. so fucking nervous that he grips the nearest paper so tight, it crumples. he's sure you'll point that out later.

“wow! thanks for helping out, mark! i'm glad that you're here too! because with all that workload, i think i would have fainted from exhaustion!” you laugh with fake cheefulness, never looking at him once. mark is amused, completely amused over the fact that you act so well. it is no wonder you are a drama minor — you're a great liar.

“everyone, do you know why we needed an extra hand this time round? because we're having special activities this year! look out for that in the next few months, okay?”

mark continues from where you end off, “yeah! do anticipate whatever's coming your way! for now, we'll go through with our tradition: the love call, where we give you advice for the problems you've written to us on.”

synopsis. for the upcoming valentine's event happening in your school, you are assigned to work on a podcast to enhance the romantic mood, and keep listeners on their toes as they anticipate the weekly confessions. but valentine's is almost two months away, and there has to be something other than the weekly confession letters to entertain the students. hence, when your professor assigns one more person to the podcast as an extra helping hand to come up with ideas, you don't mind. except, the extra helping hand, is mark lee, the one man that does not believe in love.

pairing. mark lee x f!reader

genre. fluff, angst, comedy, smau, college au, podcast au, enemies to lovers, pining, opposites attract, slowburn, music major mark and journalism major reader, features other idols

warnings. profanity, alcohol, smoking, suggestive, ignore dates and timestamps

status. completed

taglist. open

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[bylrlvr]

reasons why byler needs to be canon:

• it’s byler. that’s a good enough reason already

• the phenomenon of stranger things reddit burning down after byler is made canon

• i want to laugh and eat popcorn while watching the world go absolutely insane over this and say “what’d i tell ya”

• i want to see the homophobes being mad ngl. i swear they’ll pull the most illogical takes and give the biggest bullshit arguments

• but seriously, the amount of positive impact it will have on the queer community and the show itself? stranger things is a huge show with a very diverse audience. like, if you’ve been on the internet for the past six years or so, even if you don’t watch the show you have at least heard of it and know what the show is about. a main queer endgame couple on a sci-fi show that is this big? please, that’s all i ask for

• i want to brag about how i was a kaypeace truther before it was made canon

• noah wants this, he told me. actually he told everyone publicly, so it’s not even a secret

• i want robin and her girlfriend nancy being gay-mentors to our little wheeler

• byler actually makes sense lmao. i’m not going to elaborate but this is probably one of the biggest reasons why byler should happen.

• byler allows the characters (including el) to grow, learn, develop (here’s a great analysis on that, read it)

• the huge pile of subtext and queer-coding???

• will byers and mike wheeler are my beloveds

• a new byler handhold will heal the earth, unite nations, stop global warming, and cure depression /j

• mike wheeler i know what you are

• this would solve 73 of my 99 problems

• my heart hurts for them

• you byler truthers need to be recognised for your hard work and the effort you put in. i love you all <3

• i want to video-tape the face my homophobic mother would make the exact moment she sees canon byler on TV, while i internally cackle manically beside her (she didn’t notice that robin is gay even after her coming out scene with steve. god help me. so byler needs to be explicitly canon for her to pick up on it)

• that awkward milkvan kiss with mike opening his eyes (you know the one) in the s3 finale haunts my nightmares

• i will be haunting the duffer brothers and get inside their walls until byler is made canon /j

• THEY ARE YEARNING GAYS, YOUR HONOUR

• it’s byler. it’s meant to be.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#byler #some of these are jokes don’t take it seriously lmao #well most of these

[mthollowell-writes]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thanks again to @digital-chance for the tag! You can find their original post here!

1)What motivates you to write?

My own ego (I kid...sorta).

I love creating worlds and giving life to the various voices inside my head. I love teasing out ideas and constructing (too) intricate plots and scenarios. Writing is my escape from the daily grind (for good and bad) and my main outlet for expression. I honestly wouldn't be me without my writing.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

I'll share something from a short story currently on ice until I get around to editing it. It's tentatively called "Cosmic Self-Serve"

Unfathomable eldritch horrors weren’t on my Tuesday night bingo card but it takes all types to keep a gas station in the black. I took another pack of gum from the rack and popped a stick in my mouth, praying for brain freeze. Cool mint took over my senses and I felt like a person again. Gary won’t be happy with my lack of respect for “stock integrity” but that’s why our corporate gods gave us shrink. Also Gary’s an asshole so screw Gary.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I'm going to have to give this to September from my Festival Project WIP. He's such a mess of a character despite his best efforts to keep it together. He has a pretty lengthy backstory for "reasons that drift a smidge into spoiler territory." On the surface, he's calm and collected and can weather any storm with clear head, but that comes from a long history of battling demons (both real and internal). He currently puts these talents towards being the Editor in Chief at his newspaper office.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The initial brainstorming and outlining stage. I love plotting out stories free from the expectation of making the words sound pretty. I do still enjoy making the words pretty but sometimes I stall getting too caught up in that.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

The dialogue, though I will be the first to admit that I can get carried away with it. I also credit myself as a very meticulous plotter, in the actual plot and with character backstories. I've been told that my shorter stories tend to subvert expectation and go in unexpected places (but this too has its pitfalls as my earlier writing has been labelled as confusing by certain peers in writing workshops).

Even when I'm trying to stroke my ego, I keep offering caveats.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Honestly, how supportive everyone is! We're always trying to build each other up and the discussions I see on my feed where people excitedly talk about their stories and OCs remind me why writing is so much fun. And the games, of course. My god, these games! I love them!

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I recently took the plunge and bought Scrivener and I'm liking it so far. It's a bit of a learning curve with all the features you can play with, but I love how you can organize stories and bookmark things within each text section for referencing. Best of all, (and as far as I'm aware) you only have to pay once for it (unlike some other subscription based programs). With that being said, I do love Microsoft Word for smaller projects and its backup feature.

I also use a timer on my computer (I have Windows so there's a clock app that you can adjust). On days that I'm really struggling to motivate myself, dividing my time into smaller increments can get me through the slog.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

Egad, what a broad question! I have to think about that for a second...

There's a unique Protestant-inspired church branch within Hollow Grove that's known as the Edelhaus Coalition Church. It's also uniquely American, whose foundation is the old Puritan work ethic that emphasizes hard work as a core tenet that guarantees a path to heaven.

Where it diverges is its belief in The Founder and the concept of The Faithful. The Faithful are the true believers that have gained immense favor with God through their hard work and aptitude. As evidence of his favor, he gives The Faithful powers over nature. The Founder (who many believe was the original historical founder of the town, Goodwin Hollow) was the first Faithful and every Festival of Shadows, the evidence of his will is seen in the resurrection of the recently deceased every festival year. This holiday is celebrated by all in the Edelhaus Coalition church for this reason. It's also why many acolytes within the church opt for natural burial for a chance to walk the earth again.

There's more to it but in the spirit of brevity, that's all I'll say for now.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I'll say it again, write what you love. There's no point in writing something you don't.

I also want to emphasize the importance of breaks. Sometimes if the words aren't flowing (or there's just so much going in your life), never feel ashamed of putting the pen down and coming back to a story later. The time away can offer fresh perspective. It can divert your attention to something else that you're equally passionate about. I sometimes like to procrastinate on one story with another. If I can't write at all, sometimes reading or watching something can inspire you.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I'm truly inspired by reading the snippets of stories from @digital-chance (that's two mentions now!) @rmgrey-author @palebdot @tabswrites @writingbyricochet and @fatexweaver. I appreciate the support and interactions I've had with @vintagecivet @macabremoons @friendlyshaped @aestatismors @leisoree @words-after-midnight @axl-ul @nai-nty-8 and @nonsenseramble. Seriously, you all rock and I appreciate all of you!

I'm going to go ahead and gently tag all these beautiful folks listed above as well as some newer mutuals who I hope to get to know more @girlfromthecrypt @elhuei @isherwoodj @poemsbymo @robin-writes-a-lot and anyone who would like to participate!

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