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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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thinking of eddie helping you braid your hair when you’re getting ready to spend the night

made this about eddie and witchy because i cannot stop thinking about them- this is also for the anon who said they can't stop reading it (thank u hehehe)

fluffy fluff below the cut, witchy being jealous and thinking of hexing his exes <3

He had to drag you into his apartment.

In a hilarious turn of events, due to some kind of San Francisco strike, all metro routes were suspended and there was no way you were going to walk in heeled boots all the way to Twin Peaks.

"Why call an Uber, baby? You can literally come upstairs at mine" Eddie says, watching you huff as you read over the e-mail about the strike.

"No Eddie you don't understand. I need to be home. I have a whole ritual! And silk pillowcases! Why can't you just drive me?" you whine, hoping he'll fold to your requests like he always does.

He grabs you by the shoulders, giving you a tender look.

"Because, my lovely witchy, metro routes being down means there will be absolute pandemonium in the streets. And I'm not trying to stay fifteen minutes stuck in downhill traffic" he laughs as you follow him around the store.

He's still working, you got off an hour before and after walking around the vintage stores for an hour there wasn't much else to do. It's just him in the record shop, working the closing shift. You follow him around trying to convince him to drive you back as he puts back the vinyls in the milk crates, folds band t- shirts, and rearranges patches in the display case.

"C'mon, witchy, just go up. I have Chinese takeout from last night or spaghetti if you wanna cook, I'll stop by the hair place across the block to get you a silk pillowcase. Promise" he says, leaning over the counter to kiss your forehead he opens up the cash till.

"But Ed-" you whine, you've never slept outside of your apartment before.

"No buts, I'm sorry witchy. Now get your cute butt out of here, I've got money out" he says, puckering his lips, ready for a kiss.

You lean over the counter and give him a quick kiss before he hands you the keys to his apartment.

"Don't forget to call Lorraine to get her to feed Circe!" he exclaims before you're out the door. You roll your eyes, of course you'll call Lorraine, your neighbor, if Lorraine existed.

But he doesn't have to know you can feed Circe with a snap of your finger whenever you forget to leave food out in the morning.

So you groan and you go through the backdoor of the store to reach the small, dingy courtyard of his apartment. Second floor, apartment 5C.

This building is so old it doesn't even have an elevator. You reach the door and open it, the rattle of keys falling over the counter is the only sound that can be heard, along with the clack of the short heels of your boots.

You take your shoes off and go through his fridge. Day- old Chinese takeout, a carton of eggs and milk. Three cans of Sierra Nevada, a half- drunk bottle of Coke Zero. You open his freezer.

Honey walnut shrimp and fried rice from Trader Joe's, a bottle of vodka, and a tub of ice cream from the last time you were craving it.

You roll your eyes and pick up the phone.

"Hey Ed, you have jack shit in your fridge. Can you stop by the Greek place down the block? I’ll have a gyro with chicken and falafel on the side” you request, hearing his groan at another chore he has to do post closing.

“Baby the Chinese food in the fridge is pretty good, it’s from the place we always go to” he’s not very convincing, but he’s tired and now lost count of the cash he was counting.

“‘kay i’ll put an online order for it so you just have to go pick it up, sound good?” you ignore him.

“Ugh fine but I better get, like, the biggest kiss in return.“ he groans, but it’s true. He is a weak, weak man when it comes to you. “Get me the pita wrap with lamb and fries, and lemme also get seasoned fries on the side. Thank you witchy, love you gotta go” he says, hanging up the phone.

So you order the food and then sneak in Eddie's bedroom to change into something comfortable. Getting rid of that fine line when clothes felt too much like clothes, the stitching pressing into your skin, the cuffs of your sweater feeling a bit too tight against your wrists, your jeans too tight on your legs.

So you venture in his closet and steal a pair of sweats and a ratty black t- shirt. One of his many. You go to the bathroom and notice there's no mirror. This dude.

So you tie your hair away from your face and use the nice face wash you got him- which you're sure he rarely uses- and wipe the makeup off your face. You go look for a clean towel, 'cause God knows you will not be wiping your face with the hand towel sitting on the rod on the wall.

After your face is clean you plop yourself on the couch and watch TV to pass the time.

Thirty- odd minutes later a rattling of keys startles you. Eddie walks through the door with his arms full of plastic bags. He places them on the counter.

"Hey witchy, I see you've made yourself at home?" he says, as you walk towards him and bury yourself in his arms. At least he smelled nice.

"Hmmm missed you, Ed" you mutter against the fabric of his t- shirt.

"You missed me?" you give a little nod, followed by a hum. His heart beats a bit faster, it's nice knowing you think of him when he's away.

"Aw, witchy. I missed you too, are you hungry?" he says, giving you a sweet kiss on the head as he detaches from your grip and reaches for the bag with the food, taking out the boxes.

"Also stopped by the hair place, got you that silk pillowcase and some shampoo and conditioner to keep here. Doubt you'll wanna use my three in one shit" he snickers, and you blush timidly. He's not sweet in the way that he'll kiss you in the middle of the street, but he is for sure sweet in the way he thinks about you an embarrassing amount of times a day.

"Thanks Ed, you didn't have to do that" you say, and he blushes, the boy tinges himself pink because you appreciate him.

"Y'know, anything for you" he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he brings the takeout boxes to the coffee table.

You follow him and plop down on the couch "I was watching 'Sex and the City' while you were gone" you explain, biting into your gyro.

"Was Samantha being her usual crazy self?" he doesn't even know who Samantha is, but he thinks it's funny to ask you every time. You giggle as he puts on a random show for you to watch.

After an episode Eddie stands up and stretches.

"I'm beat, I think it's time for bed" he says "c'mon, witchy"

You rise from the couch and follow him into the master bathroom.

“I have a toothbrush here for you, I kinda uh-“ from his tone you can tell he’s embarrassed “I got one for here the first time you came over, in case you ever, y’know, wanted to sleep over” he says sheepishly, while you wrap your arms around him.

He offers it to you, it’s pink. Your favorite color.

“Aw, Ed. You’re so sweet, thank you” you say and you swear you can see him blush as you place a delicate kiss on his warming cheek.

This slice of domesticity taken away from the mystic vibe of your apartment really makes you wonder. It makes you think about a normal life, with him.

The way he washes his face like a madman (without face wash), letting the water wet his bangs instead of pulling his hair back, the way he ties his hair up before brushing his teeth.

You take the toothbrush out of your mouth "Ah shtill don' undestand why you don' have a mirrah" you sputter, mouth full as you spit the toothpaste in the sink.

"Why I don't have a mirror? Previous tenant broke it and my asshole landlord still won't fix it" he says, taking off his shirt. Your eyes linger on the lines of his back a little too long, bordering the line between looking and staring.

So you turn around and you try to braid your hair without a mirror, but to no avail, every strand seems to be three different sizes.

You groan in frustration as Eddie approaches you.

"Lemme help, witchy" he says, standing behind you and tending an arm out for a hair tie.

He divides the hair into three strands. Your hair is so soft between his fingers.

He wishes he could stall so that he could caress it for longer, but an impatient yawn escapes your mouth as his hands deftly get to work. Over, under, over, under-

"Where did you learn to braid hair?" you ask, feeling the way he softly holds each strand, making sure he's not pulling at your scalp. You don't see him, but a smile forms around his tongue, peeking out of his lips in concentration. Over, under.

"I had girlfriends before you, witchy. They taught me to braid my own hair" he chuckles, as you try to tune out the word girlfriends. Under, over, under.

He can see a pout form on your lips, he smiles.

"Why'd you need to braid your hair?" you huff, thinking of going on a spiraling rampage and hexing every one of his exes. Over.

"Well" he begins "one time, an ex braided my hair and it came out super curly, so I wanted to try it myself. Turns out it needs to stay in the braid for a while for that to happen" he shrugs.

Under, over, tie.

"All done," he announces, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Thanks, Ed" you examine the braid, flinging it over your shoulder "looks really nice" you say, and give him a small kiss at the corner of his mouth.

He gets himself into bed. His bed is oddly comfortable and his sheets smell of laundry detergent.

"I might have been washing my sheets every other day in case you wanted to sleep over" he confesses, blushing, as he lifts his arm, opening the warmth of his chest to you.

"You" you give him a kiss "are literally" another kiss "the sweetest guy" another kiss "in the history of always" last kiss.

He gets flustered when you call him sweet, because under the hardening exterior of black chains and shirts with exploding heads and hooded skeletal figures, there's just a sweet guy who loves you and wants you to like him for being himself.

"Just want you to, you know, have a good experience with me" he says, caressing your head.

"You get an 11/10 Yelp rating, can't recommend to anyone, though. You seem to be preoccupied with a really cool girl, and it seems it's going to go on forever" you giggle, as he smiles and gives you a kiss.

"Go to sleep, cool girl. Goodnight, love you" he says, before turning off his lights.

"Goodnight, Ed" you say, turning over so he can spoon you.

"You have to say it back" he whispers in the quiet of the dark room.

"Right, sorry. I love you too, Ed" you correct yourself and close your eyes, falling into one of the best sleeps you've ever had in your life.

The morning after, Eddie wakes up to his landlord bringing in a new mirror, his hair extra curled and all his exes blocked on his social media. But he doesn't have to know about that last one.

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bambalina777 · 6 months

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🧸୨୧ I’m black

🧸୨୧ I am 14 years old

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🧸୨୧ Virgo

🧸୨୧ favorite shows are shameless, Bojack horseman, nana, outerbanks, curb your enthusiasm, sex and the city, and American horror story

🧸୨୧ favorite artists are Lana del Rey, Guns N’ Roses, deftones, Jeff Buckley, Type O Negative, Ethel Cain, Foo fighters, Troye Sivan, Radiohead, and arctic monkeys

🧸୨୧ favorite movies .. girl interrupted, Scarface, the great gatsby, and the twilight saga

🧸୨୧ some things I love are the color pink, cats, Victoria secret, coquette, art, shopping, girlblogging, boys, Greek mythology, Aphrodite, Christmas, spring and summer, and being delusional

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haveihitanerve · 5 months

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Headcanon that Bruce uses the excuse that his kids, had a phase, are having a phase, or will have a phase when the public grows curious about his talents. -

Press: how do you know Greek? Bruce: Timmy’s going through a phase

Press: and you managed to dismantle that bomb? Bruce: Jason had a phase

Press: why do you know kung foo? Bruce: Damian has shown an interest in martial arts. It will be a phase.

#bruce wayne #batfam

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austinsastrology8991 · 10 months

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> Issues I have with you/occult / world < *long post* do not read if you don't want to waste your time < a subjective analysis of Astrology, numerology, manifestation, and a subtle exposé of my life

I got issues... but more importantly i got issues with you. I do a lot of research n i hate being told what to do/ and the occult gotta habit of telling me who tf i am.

and Im better at telling myself who tf I am.

THIs is who i am. <^> stop googly eyin me; foo

This is a fkn mess of a post > try your best to read; it was meant to be a story but im incapable > I just want you to have headache (me after reading this shit 20 times or whatever it is) i;m tired. now go away. or read. or die in a hole. all the same to me. astrology is a subjective subject. IDGAF how many books youve read or how many people you speak too; we are literally looking at a planet in space and are saying shit liek " oh im dat type of pretty (venus), im dominant over here (mars), and thats why my life sux (saturn) " meanwhile, the planet still just rotating and we like acting like we apart of its orbit. Its objectively a subjective subject... > its objective only in your natal chart - where the planets are etc.... but interpretations > subjective Sidenote- Im obsessed with astrology.... because my life sucks. and i need to like feel productive somehow - stfu i know this isnt productive, but tell me what you doing? don't act all jiminy cricket on me, when your soundtrack is that of a cricket beginning of rant Also: the mythology and practise of intepretating planets and asteroids, and well the complicated drama that is greek/roman mythology. while there is plenty of overlap, the sheer concept of 2 different intepretations created upon from, 2 seperate cultures, creates different texts and slight differences inherent within each story. this initself creates a subjective intepretation of aforementioned stories > not to mention other cultures who likely put their own narrative of these mythos > it allows us to also intepret it in our own way > it is all just imagination at the end of the day. Whilst the themes are uncannily similar, the form is always different, and thats why I like to intepret it in my own way, and i recommend you do tooo (Alike everything in this subject) ; however we need some clear rules, and guidelines, to make this subject actually palatable, but i fear this community would rather keep it confusing so we can treasure the secrets of the occult on our own. and to that I do understsnd, however, anyone reading tumblr astrology, I believe to already be taking that leap into the occult and should be granted at least some introductory access. and here is (1) problem

Astrology signs are the how, and the houses are the where, > yet you all describe 2nd house a whole lot like tuarus, 10th house lot like capricorn. I mean Ik its similar but yall acting like its different yet your intepretations aint all dat different from each other..... but if the how for you is the where for me, then how tf is it so hard for me to see the differences?… if there is such a startling difference like yall always claim.. to me the themes are so fkn similar whereby > i think its the same > degree, house, sign; same shit diff smell

This however made 4 years ago me, very insecure.:.. 😢I couldn’t figure out the difference and I felt dumb 🤧 but That was 4 years ago - I was noob…. made me realize things like: we got an attitude problem today - we youngins always apologizing, trying to make others comfortable about our bullshit (Anxiety skill issue), yet the old fucks are hella comfortable telling us what to do (authority skill issue), like bro. you dont even know me, and im supposed to bow to you, just so your gonna bread crumb me with some bs self professed 'useful' advice??? if you talked to each other youd realize you all have the same advice... and you too old to keep up with my problems, so stop acting like you know.....

and so like uh, its not bold of me to say that; if your a legit astrologer you know you can just read people. yes everyone has free will, and other explanations to undermine the importance of astrology, but we know whats going on > try me > *sales pitch noise*<

Tumblr astrology is good but not proffesional, just: posts about random asteroids, random observations, random sexytime, and the occasional ‘official’ astrologers bread crumbing us to incentivize us to pay for a reading…. Now I got nothing better to do with my life (nor do you clearly) so we all on here fucking around> but I made da sacrifice > I spent real money

And these 'readings' > dog shit I tell ya > oh don’t worry none of them were from tumblr people. But people in my city and they knew less than what I knew (from reading your tumblr shits)

So it turns out you guys lowkey experts - we done a million random astrology observations - and if your a lurker, you lowkey know more than some pros; and da concept of analyzing people in your life with astrology has made you a *drum roll* > an average astrologer. your not average, if the experts are only 20% better than you (lets say). so with this in mind your not that far off their expertise.. oh you cant measure it? tell me what i dont know < (tell me more) IM HUNGRY, MORE POSTS, MY FEED IS FUCKInG HUNGRY

Now however wasting my money > pissed me off… but its a blessing, becasuse i became >.....> not depressed!!! Finally I got my energy back >>> legs go...

So I learned to read astrology. I just kept reading these websites and interpreting them and well.. I think they overcomplicate a lot of things, and they say it like a report card, when obviously you and I are multiple planets, aspects, houses, degrees, house lords, persona charts, midpoints, asteroids, not to mention composite, synastry, transits solar return , and all da other fkn ones that I cannot be bothered mentioning. Yet there’s a whole fucking essay about one aspect… like bro you couldn’t make a summary? and im supposed to read each of my other aspects? (ofc i did) but like this is just trying to make me spend money (too much reading) and well Im a greedy little fuck so imma drain your resources and not give you a dime >t > SWIPER NO SWIPING <

and i hate watching people trynna act like they know shit yet eat their own words n adjectives like you aint a professional; you just labeled yourself one > wheres your doctorate at bitch? Had enough shitty readings to not trust another 'tarot reader', but its cool the 'psychologists' aint did much better > thank you mother for the birth of my existence but shi dis place a fkn willy wonkin fsctory - and its foul - most places that try to help you that is.... ' you need to be able to receive help' bitch stfu yall underestimsting my problems and overestimating your ability to make me feel better; BITCH I STFG you dont know shiiiiitiittttttttttt > and yall look happy dont you > "dont trust a bartender who dont drink bitch" - KanYe. Numeroloy 'master numbers' > So many sites only use master numbers from 11 > 22 > 33... but wheres the 44? the 55? the 66?????? dont tell me yall didnt realize that every 'master number' still reverts back to each number (9). > 11 =2, 22 = 4, 33=6, 55 = 1, 66 = 3, 77=5..... bro god stsyed outta this mess clearly..... and its always the ones that be inventing new gods that fuck everything too 🤫 furthermore annoyances of numerofuckology - because they reduce the number back down.. .e.g. you have life path 89 > which is simplified to 17 > then to 8.... why not use 89? why we dissin 9 ????? let alone the complete number??? why not intepret both numbers together???? yall just wanna do 1 because your simple with it. and 9 getting left out fr... and yall always celebrating how special 9 is yet he always left out (magic of math - adding 9 - always reverts back to original) honestly - sometiems its so obvious why yall became numerologists sometimes...... Dont even get me started on ANGEL NUMBERS i could neva stfu

i mean yall still trying to test how true it all is, but if you throw a fish at a pisces they gonna go all googly eye on you. tell a scorpio that you intimidated and now your their favourite informant... read their life path number, and you know what they wanna be doing with their life.... i mean it really is a key, and yall locks are looser than you think... watch yo back.. i wouldnt trust someone who can help me (what do they even want), let alone get help from someone who is useless; why would you? dont act like you dont have trust issues, its like our way of relating to each other at this point. your good at sex if you have.... what about the other person? i mean if you masterbate to yoself maybe.... but if a composite chart / synastry have say - chiron eros? pluto saturn? mars dejanira.... how much are you gonna be fucking yourself when you fucked a dirty fucka..... rip virginity - and rip yo self esteem - dangerous game to value your sex appeal as much as you do...... or maybe your living a fantasy on the internet, and that is healthier, but thoughts are manifestations.... oh shit what da fuck have i manifested oh shitttttttttt IM BEING SUCKED IN A VORTEX OF MY OWN SHIT, SOMONE CALL A MANIFESTOR AGHJH AGJJGH please dont be offended, i do like this community; im just a devils advocate... sometimes 👹

you guys put too muhc importance on manifeststion, and i mean if you think its facts, look at what the people around you are manifesting.... OH thats why you isolate so much. so your manifesting loneliness.... oh you try to help people, so your just a trash can for a rubish person.... you see what i mean, manifestation aint so clear cut as you seem to believe. I believe in it, but Im so used to receiving crap, I learned to enjoy eating shit (we all did) and what is "one mans trash is another mans soap" - fight club Oh and Pluto my favourite - every curse a blessing and every blessing a curse.... stop complaining > he gave you the sauce and the only way to show you was to make you cry > lil bitch > pluto profile pic winking at you rn natal > persona > midpoint > composite > synastry > transit > return charts this is the offical order governed by me- so much more imporatnt to understand yourself over what the world got installed / what your partner doing - work on yo insecurities rather than be worried about something you have no control ova

hmmm thats all the issues i have for now.... just look at me as the boy who cried wolf. they aint a wolf here yet; but they gonna be, and im warning yall > why people dont get it...its because there are too many contradictions > but i fully believe, ive had so many spiritual experiences where if i denied them, id be drinking alcohol and pretending i aint a alcoholic. and i do love yall, but sometimes your an eye roll 29th post requires. 29 degree typa energy - YOlo MOfo

#astrology blog #astrology #astro community #numerology

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crowhyun · 2 years

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The Eighth Day of Christmas

huening kai x reader smut

— After Kai, your secret santa, confesses his crush to you, you just couldn’t hold back your own feelings after work hours.

warnings: semi-public sex, hints of a size kink, unprotected sex (birth control), kai is a bit shy but that dick ain’t, rough sex

words: 2.5k

Walking to your desk, you didn't fail to notice the excitement of your coworkers. On their desks where cards, small presents, big presents, etc. That's when you remembered. Today was secret santa reveal day.

You rushed to your desk, heart beating at the prospect of finding out who your secret santa was. Once you were at your desk, you noticed a red envelope and nothing else. You were a little confused. Maybe they gave you money? Or just a sweet note?

You sat down, and opened the envelope, careful not to rip it. Inside, there was a folded piece of paper, and you took it out, the contents of the envelope now empty. You unfolded the paper, being presented by a note.

Dear (Y/N),

I bet you're kind of bummed about getting only a letter, but I want to start off by saying that this isn't it! I wanted to make secret Santa a little more exciting and personal. We don't know each other that well, but we talk to each other now and then. I'm a bit shy, so sorry for not talking to you more :(. Yet, I have a secret that I've been meaning to tell you for a few months. I like you. And not in a friendly way. I really like you. I'm sorry I'm telling you this with a letter, but don't worry! If you maybe accept my confession, could you meet me in the meeting room after hours? If you're not busy, of course. I have something for you.

Merry Christmas,

Your secret Santa, Kai

You fought to the urge to gasp and show your surprise, afraid that you'd garner attention from your other coworkers. But...Kai? As in Huening Kai? The hot coworker you've had your eyes on for months? You looked up, looking over your cuticle to find him. A few seats across from yours, you saw the blond man, who seemed to be looking over at you already. Once the two of you made eye contact, he quickly looked away, the tips of his ears becoming red. You stifled a laugh, finding it endearing that he was a little shy. You bit your lip, your heart fluttering at his confession, curious about what else he had for you after hours.

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You waved goodbye to you coworker, watching as she left. Once she was out of sight, you stood up from your chair. There was no one else here, now, most of the lights turned off and the building filled with empty silence. You took a deep breath, looking at the mirror on your desk to see if you looked presentable after such a long day at work.

You didn't know why, but you were nervous. Kai liked you and you liked him, so why should you worry? You told yourself this over and over as you made your way to the meeting room. The door was already slightly ajar, so you pressed your hand flat against it, slowly pushing it open and poking your head inside.

"Kai?" You whispered, and you heard the clanking of a few chairs. You shot your head over to where the noise came from, seeing Kai awkwardly standing there.

"You came." He said, eyes wide. "I-I didn't think you'd come."

"Of course I would." You smiled, coming all the way in and shutting the door behind you. That seemed to make him even more nervous, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. "The letter was sweet by the way. I never thought that you'd like me like that." You said, coming closer to him in the dark room.

"Really?" He nervously chuckled. "I thought I was maybe being too obvious...but...does this mean that you feel the same way?" You found it endearing how nervous he was, his personality such a contrast to his looks. His face seemed to be carved of marble by the best Greek sculptor, his height towered over yours, and his shoulders were broad and strong. He was like a big friendly giant, and it made you feel...things.

"Well, I'm here, right?" You said, now a foot in front of him, able to smell his fresh cologne. "Or would you appreciate it more if I said it outright?"

"...maybe?" He said, making you laugh.

"You're so cute." You said. "I like you, Huening Kai. I really, really like you."

You saw him breath out a laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching up. "That's a relief..." He seemed so nervous that he was sweating, a drop of sweat coming down his neck. You followed the drop with your eyes, not fully meaning to, but it had distracted you with the gleam of the dim light. The fever you felt in the pot of your stomach grew, your pupils dialating at how strong and smooth his neck looked.

He cleared his throat, feeling hot under your lustful stare. "U-uhm, I got something for you." He said, reaching to the table in the middle of the room where a small bag laid. "It's not much, but...I thought you'd like it."

He handed you the bag, your eyes gleaming with excitement as you reached inside. You pulled out a box that had a label that read, "Yves Saint Laurent Libre Eau De Parfum Spray".

You gasped, taking it out of the box to see if it was real.

"I overheard you talking about how you liked perfumes...something about how you were obsessed with good smells." He chuckled.

"Oh my gosh..." You said. "Kai! This must've costed a fortune!"

"Eh, it wasn't too much." He said. "Smell it. If you dont like it, I can buy you a different one."

You took it out of the box, spraying it on her inner wrist then smelling it. You shut your eyes as the scent of lavender and vanilla filled your nostrils. It smelled luxurious yet warm, a perfect scent for you.

"It smells wonderful." You sighed into a smile. "Thank you, Kai, I really appreciate it." You took a look at the expensive looking bottle once more before you sprayed some on your neck. "Smell it." You said.

Not getting your hint, he reached for the bottle in your hands, but you shook your head.

"Smell it on me." You said, baring your neck at him. "I want to see if it smells good on me." In reality, you just wanted him to be closer to you. You may have seemed a bit lustful, but being in such close proximity with him at this time of night, all alone and in the glow of a love confession...you had grown hot because of that. Not to mention his looks and physique that was to die for. You just wanted him to touch you, and he was too handsome to be standing so close yet so far.

"O-Oh." He said, flustered as he hesitatingly leaned down, his head going towards your neck, his proximity making you bite your lip.

"Do you like it?" You asked him as he seemed dazed by the smell of the perfume and your warmth.

"Yeah..." He nodded, not making any moves to go back. You felt his nose graze over your neck, making you shiver. "S-sorry." He said, about to move further from you, but you set the perfume on the table, gently grabbing his wrists and bringing his hands to your hips.

"What are you sorry for?" You asked, tilting your head innocently. His looked down at where his hands were, the stiffness of his hands relaxing to a slight grip on your hips. His hands were just a few inches away from your most sensitive parts, and that alone was enough to make your panties damp.

"Nothing." He said with a shaky voice. His shy demeanor made you feel more confident, more obligated to keep this going.

"Y'know, Kai...you make me feel...things." You said, eyes not so subtly checking out his broad chest underneath his button up.

"T-things?" He said, then paused. "...What kind of things?"

"The same things that you're feeling." You said, looking down at the obvious bulge that showed from his pants. He looked down as if he himself was surprised that he was hard.

"A-ah fuck, I'm sorry-" He moved to take his hands off of you, but you weren't having it. Along with that, you stepped closer to him so that you were pressed up against him, his hardness resting right above your pubic bone.

"Don't be sorry." You said, hands slowly running down his chest, giving him time to back out if he wanted to. "What do you plan to do with that?" You asked, referring to his hard-on.

"I-I...I'm-" He seemed like he was going to blow a load right now, face red and hands tightening his grip on your hips.

"Can I help you out?" You asked him. "It's the least I could do for Christmas. You've been looking stressed the last few days, so...you could use me if you'd like."

"Fuck..." He muttered under his breath, his breathing slightly heavier. He seemed to be giving in, but his voice of reason took over. "I can't use you, (Y/N). T-that's not...it's not..."

"But...I want you to use me." You said, looking up at him through your lashes. "Please, Kai?"

He seemed like he was going through a million scenarios in his head, like he was talking to the angel and the devil on his shoulders. You were beginning to worry, afraid that he'd turn you down and that it would taint your possible future relationship.

"Do you have protection?" He blurted out. Got him.

"Birth control." You said. And lord were you glad you were on birth control.

After you had said that, he gave in, leaning in to kiss you much rougher than you expected. You moaned out, his still hesitant hands sliding down to grip your bottom. He turned to push you onto the table on your back. He stood in between your legs, his cock situated right on your crotch.

"Can I fuck you?" Kai asked. "I'm sorry, but I can't...I can't hold back anymore. I want you now."

"Yes, please, Kai." You begged, wanting him inside you already. He didn't need anything else but flip you over so that you were bent over, your ass right in line with his cock. You didn't expect for him to choose a position like this, but he seemed to be full of surprises.

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long." He breathed out, fingers hooking around the waistband of your skirt and pulling it down along with your panties. "You still wanna do this?" He asked, unsure.

"I'm ready, Kai." You urged him on, wiggling your bare ass to entice him.

"O-ok, tell me if it hurts." Kai said, hands spreading you apart. You felt the tip right at your hole, starving to push inside. And that's what he did. You shut your eyes in ecstasy as he slowly pushed inch after inch into your wet heat. You already assumed from his large stature that he was big, but god, it wasn't something that you were used to.

Yet, due to his gentle nature, he didn't hurt you, going at a slow pace despite his instincts screaming at him to pound your pussy to pieces. If only you could see his face while he was thrusting inside of you, as his moans were heavenly.

You started to get used to the feeling of him inside of you, the painful stretch subsiding to become more pleasurable. At first, he didn't seem experienced, but with the way he was thrusting into you, slow and deep, you had a feeling that this wasn't his first rodeo.

You pushed your ass against him, wanting more. You knew he was only being gentle to not hurt you, but you were only seconds away from begging him to let go.

Instead of begging, though, you were determined to get him to that point himself, just with a little of your help.

You gyrated your hips, pushing back every time he thrusted into you. Your moans were borderline pornographic as you whined out his name.

"Fuck, Kai, you're so big..." You moaned. "You fill me up so well." You clenched around him, as tight as you could, feeling every throbbing vein. You could tell it was working when he started to thrust faster. He was slowly increasing in speed and strength, the sound of skin slapping persistent in the empty room. "Yes, just like that!" You shut your eyes tightly. "Harder, please!"

He didn't hesitate to pummel into you harder and faster, finally using the strength that he's been holding back.

That's when you weren't able to think straight, the only thing on your mind being the way he pounded you like an animal.

"I'm sorry-" He groaned out, lifting your leg on the table, leaning forward just a bit, and pounding you even harder. "You just feel so good."

You couldn't even answer, the only thing able to come out of your mouth were long, drawn out moans and the occasional gasp. He reached over to put a hand over your mouth, concealing your moans.

"Be quiet, please." He said, not ceasing to thrust into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, not comprehending anything that he was saying. "There might still be someone here."

After he said that, you must've worried him more, because that was when you came. His large hand over your mouth prompted you more to let go, and your moans sounded like you were nearly crying.

The involuntary clench and unclench of your pussy walls around his thick girth had him cumming deep inside of you, biting his lower lip to keep in his moans.

Despite you just cumming, you didn't want him to pull out. You felt so full and warm that you could stay like this forever. But of course, that couldn't happen.

Kai pulled slowly out of you to prevent overstimulation, his hands gently caressing your ass and thighs before he pulled up your bottoms.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you stood up, your thighs sore. "I didn't go to hard, did I?"

You shook your head. "It was perfect." You smiled. "I think the best I've ever had."

"R-really?" He get his ego inflate 3x the amount that it already was.

"Yeah...I'm so tired, though." You yawned.

"I could drive you home." He said. "Then I could drive you back here tomorrow. Is that okay with you?"

You smiled at how attentive and caring he was. Yeah...you've won with this one.

"Take me to your house." You said. "Please." You fluttered your eyelashes, something that he seemed to take a liking to.

"Of course." He smiled.

"Ah..." You then remembered something. You looked in the top corner of the room, seeing the security camera on the ceiling. "I hope it didn't catch what just happened."

Kai's eyes widened as he looked up at it himself, the red light signaling that it was on and working.

"Oh shit-"

#huening kai smut #kai smut #txt smut #txt huening kai #txt kai

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introduction

hello!

new to tumblr, but i’ve used it in the past. some basic info about me: you can call me Ven, i am 15 years old, and i am greek. my pronouns are she/they.

what i will post:

mostly poetry, small writing, headcannons (usually for slenderverse), quotes that i believe suit certain characters, moodboards, and maybe some of my drawings.

i enjoy analyzing media and rambling a lot, so i’ll be very happy if anyone really took the time to read any of my posts lol

you can ask anything, i honestly don’t mind unless you’re really weird, and can make any requests. i’m looking for fellow people around my age that enjoy my interests!

interests:

-slenderverse

specific series: everymanHYBRID, marble hornets, tribetwelve, mydarkjournal, darkharvest00, whispered faith, stan frederick.

-ARGs, such as: mandela catalogue, the walten files, POSTcontent, i am sophie.

-video games, such as: night in the woods, life is strange. detroit: become human, what remains of edith finch.

-poetry about cannibalism, religious trauma, loneliness, limerence, yearning, and my favourite, canine poetry.

-music, genres i enjoy are: indie, rock, goth and new wave, death metal,

specific artists: alex g, jeff buckley, elliot smith, radiohead, a perfect circle, nirvana, foo fighters, alice in chains, freshwater, deftones, cocteau twins, the cure, bauhaus, she wants revenge, london after midnight, christian death, mortician, death, field dressed, and more.

(visit my spotify if you're interested :)

specific slenderverse characters i will/want to write about: HABIT/ Evan Myers, Jeff Koval, Vinnie Everyman/Caffarello, Steph, Dr. Corenthal, Alex (Koval and Kralie), Tim/Masky and Brian/Hoody, Noah and Firebrand, Kevin and Observer, Milo and Mr. Scars, Michael/Patrick, Shaun, Chris and Alex (DH00), Jesse Laurenzi, Heather McComber, Victor (MDJ) and Geneva, Tim/Mr. Flips, Robert.

things i don’t like:

-writing romantic scenarios about characters. i don’t like shipping, maybe some headcanons could be fine.

-NSFW. (writing nsfw, i am fine with nsfw jokes and such. just don’t go too far.)

-bigotry, obvious.

things i do like:

-people interacting with me about my interests. please, do not be scared to interact with me and ask anything, i am very lonely. (/hj)

-getting requests. again, don’t be afraid to ask me anything and request anything.

thank you sm for reading!

sorry for the rambling, but i hope you enjoy my account.

#slenderverse #headcannons #poetry #creepypasta #slenderman #hcs

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wormwoodandhoney · 10 months

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As a follow up to my favorite books of the first quarter of the year, here are some of my favorites from April, May, June! In no particular order, just in the order I read them.

The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty is a fun, pirate fantasy adventure featuring one of my recently realized favorite tropes: getting the band back together. A retired female pirate just wants to live a quiet life raising her young daughter, when she is recruited to rescue the child of a former crewmate. She must reunite with her old crew and save the day. Killer cover, fun story.

Chlorine by Jade Song is a coming of age body horror novel about a teenaged girl who will do anything to become a mermaid. Slow burn- you know what will happen from the beginning, but it's a deep dive into the mind of this queer young swimmer to watch her get there.

Malice by Keigo Higashino is a Japanese novel translated by Alexander O. Smith about a detective determined to uncover the motive behind the murder of a famous novelist. Loved this why-done-it.

We See Each Other: A Black, Trans Journey Through TV and Film by Tre'vell Anderson is a nonfiction exploration of Black trans representation in pop culture and history, as well as moments from the author's own life. Looks at everything To Wong Foo to Pose to Survivor.

Don't Fear the Reaper by Stephen Graham Jones is the second book in the Indian Lake Trilogy. SGJ is my favorite horror author but his work and ESPECIALLY these books are not for everyone. People either love or hate this series and what can I say? I get it. Graphic here.

VenCo by Cherie Dimaline is about a young Indigenous woman who has to go on an adventure with her unusual and elderly grandmother after she discovers that she's one of seven witches to usher in a new era of power.

Madame Restell by Jennifer Wright is a nonfiction book about a famous abortionist in pre-Gilded Age New York. I found it fascinating, if not incredibly depressing, with how much we recycle the same arguments over and over again. Great read. Trigger warnings for this one, from childbirth to abortion to racism to misogyny.

Clytemnestra by Costanza Casati is a Greek mythology retelling on the titular murderer. As a Clytemnestra apologist, I really liked this. I kind of think so many of Greek retellings these days are all very similar, in writing style & theme so I feel like if you've read one of these recent retellings you've read them all, but I liked it!

Hamra & the Jungle of Memories by Hanna Alkaf is a Little Red Riding Hood retelling set in modern Malaysia, where a girl in a red hijab must help a tiger return to his human form. Really a beautiful story about humanity, grief, and what it means to make mistakes. Also just a fun adventure. Loved it. Graphic here.

You're Not Supposed to Die Tonight by Kalynn Bayron is another final girl horror novel. Look, I'm gonna read all of them and I'm gonna love all of them! You give me a final girl and I'm gonna eat it up. You give me a queer Black final girl trying to survive the night at her camp recreating a famous (fictional) horror movie while trying to protect her girlfriend? Yum, yum, yum.

Honorable mentions: Ayoade on Top is Richard Ayoade's definitive tome on the Gwenyth Paltrow film View From the Top. Get the audiobook for this one for sure! The Three Dahlias is a fun cozy mystery, and Saint Juniper's Folly is a fun queer modern fantasy adventure.

#books #long post #sorry it's long it was work to narrow it down to just ten!

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jewish-unicorn · 8 months

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Introducing... *jazz hands*

Hi!! 👋👋

Going to tell yall some things about me :]

-my name is noah

-I'm a minor so no creepy stuff

-my pronouns are he/him and I'm a transmasc enby :D for short I just say I'm trans lol

-my fave food is sushi, burgers, shawarma (and falafel) and burritos

-my fave book series is the hunger games

-I absolutely adore musicals, especially hamilton, dear evan hansen and six

-i play guitar & piano and I sing stuff

-I have tourette's syndrome, I'm professionally recognised autistic and have suspected OCD, anxiety and depression

-my fave music artists are destroy boys, cavetown, foo fighters, guns 'n' roses, noahfinnce, sir chloe, dazey and the scouts, mitski, deftones, billie eilish, Sunday cruise, nirvana, ac/dc + more

-fandoms I'm in: Harry Potter (don't support jk); the hunger games; hamilton; dear evan hansen; six; 7 husbands of evelyn hugo; heartstopper and the osemanverse, Greek mythology

-really interested in politics, specifically in the middle east

-im israeli but I support palestine

-I have only 4 brain cells left (FACT) /j

-my hot take (or freezing cold take, @r3m-ster) is that milkshakes are kinda gross

DNI IF YOU ARE: homophobic, transphobic, antisemitic, ableist, racist, a pervert, part of Dream SMP fandom, a TERF

-proud member of the @picrewcule

🇺🇦🇵🇸

#get to know me #About me #Ye so this is me #noah stuff

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steve-rogers-new-york · 2 years

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“Kilroy Was Here”

Want a cultural reference that Steve and Bucky would, 100% be familiar with? Kilroy is it — A long-nosed, bald figure, peeking over a wall accompanied by the words “Kilroy was here.”

This little doodle and quote is associated with World War II GIs, and over the course of the war could be found everywhere US soldiers passed through. Building walls, weaponry, bombed out ruins, barracks, canvases, vehicles and aircraft...any flat surface was fair game. To millions of military personal throughout the war, it was a legendary sight.

Why?

In the simplest terms, it was cheap and easy entertainment in the face of war. It was a morale booster, an emblem of pride, a challenge, an Allied rally cry, and a mark of progress. “When you saw that ‘Kilroy was here’, then you knew the operation was bound to be a success.”

Precursors

This strange little calling card did not spring up fully formed from nothing, it in-fact had two key forerunners.

“Foo was here” During World War I, the First Australian Imperial Force (1st AIF) left “Foo was here” along with a familiar long-nosed figure peering over a wall, chalked on the side of railway carriages. “Foo” is assumed to have been an acronym for Forward Observation Officer (officer responsible for directing artillery and mortar ).

Mr Chad A similar doodle could be found through Britain from 1938, as a commentary on wartime rationing and shortages. Mr Chad would be accompanied by messages following the template of “Wot? No [blank]?” — “Wot? No Tea?” “Wot? No Bread?”. The figure itself was potentially based on the Greek Omega symbol, or a simplified impression of a circuit diagram.

I have no doubt that the boys, along with the Howling Commandos would have been familiar with the imagery. I personally love the headcanon of defrosted Steve or Post-WS Bucky absently doodling Kilroy on paperwork, napkins, or scrap-paper, the same way kids in the 90′s drew than dang “Cool S” on everything.

If you want more in the topic, my full research notes on all topics are available for all $3+ Patreon patrons!

Image Sources

Still from film “Kilroy Was Here”, 1947 | Source Kilroy Was Here Marker, Neilsville, Wisconsin, 1993 | Source Kilroy engraving on the National WWII Memorial, Washington, D.C. | Source Kilroy on aircraft, c.1944-45 | Source — Photographer: Dick Bastasch Brooklyn Daily Eagle Article, 3 Nov 1946, page 3 | Source

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