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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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on to the nextttt

Matcha green tea! (also that was a fantastic flavor for Levi). With Fresh Fruit. Let’s do another pre-established relationship because I literally only like those for myself apparently 😂.

For scenario: Close to his canon personality if you can but the setting is AU. How about Levi and I are at a party and I’ve gotten a little buzzed and am being super teasy to him(like slight brushes against him and shit) and he drags me home and the rest is suggestive obv not any real smut :) lemme know if you don’t like that and I’ll change it lmao.

Order up!! One matcha green tea with fresh fruit for Bee!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ modernAU, collegeAU, drinking, alcohol, suggestive themes, suggestive terminology, proofread once pls forgive any mistakes, MDNI

☾ A/N ➼ Hi Bee!! Thank you so much for sending in a request. I will admit, I am taking way too long so now some of these requests are going to take place in early-mid fall lmao. I'm so sorry. But I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you like it!! Suggestive is still so hard for me so this was a fun challenge, as always. Who knows, maybe I can continue on with this if I feel inspired. Anyways, happy first of October y'all!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

Levi doesn't know how he always finds himself in these predicaments. One moment he's hunched over his desk, looking over his notecards for his upcoming exam – the next he's being physically dragged away by his tiresome roommate to a Halloween party down the road that he had already said no to.

Now, he’s leaning against a wall, red cup in hand, with his hood up and a black face mask covering his nose and mouth – white face paint smeared across his pallid face in the pattern of a skull thanks to Hange's last minute demands.

��It's a Halloween party for heaven's sake, you need to look the part!” They had exclaimed after pulling him out of his room with makeup brushes in hand.

The mask was there because he wouldn't dare risk getting sick before his test, but it also gave him a reason to cover up so no one would bother him. Of course he wouldn't be so lucky as he feels someone slide up next to him. Eyes narrowed, he glares over to the unwelcome visitor and as his gaze falls upon you, his eyes soften considerably.

He'd see you around campus, catching his eyes from time to time. It wasn't until recently that you both started interacting with each other due the classic literature class you both share this semester.

You have only spoken to each other a handful of times, outside of the glances shared and the kind smiles you would offer him in passing. Most conversations were about school work or small talk that he would mainly grunt back at. Despite the short quips he gave you, you never pushed or pulled away. Now here you were, smiling up at him as the multicolor strobe lights hit your face.

“Levi? I never thought I'd see you at one of these!” You half-shout over the pulsing pop music blaring from the speakers around the two of you.

Eyes bright and soft cheeks painted pink, they were pulled back into a genuine smile pointed straight at Levi. You were dressed in much less clothing than he's used to seeing you in. Gone were the jeans and loose-knit sweaters – now replaced by a black frilly strapless dress adorned with a small white apron wrapped around your waist. The collar curves low enough to show your cleavage, tightly pushed together by the thin black cloth.

His eyes travel down if only for a second to see how short the dress really was – ending right underneath your butt. The bottom hugged your curves, squeezing your waist and hips perfectly. Underneath was a pair of black fishnet stockings and heels, making you barely at eye level with Levi. Frilled cuffs wrap around your wrists in the same style of the choker that sits flush against your neck.

You're dressed as a maid.

His eyes snap back up to see that your hair falls around your shoulders topped with a little headband. There are hints of lipgloss leftover from the many times your lips caressed the ridges of a plastic cup. But that flush on your cheeks was not from your makeup.

“Hellllooo??” You wave a hand in front of Levi's face to get his attention.

“I am.” He responds back cooly, tone contradictory to the thoughts racing through his mind.

“I knew it! Your brooding gray eyes are striking even from across the room.” A light giggle leaves your soft lips. “What are you doing here? I thought you'd be studying for Tuesday's exam.”

“I was. My roommate dragged me here.”

“The Levi Ackerman bent to someone's will? Well, I'll be.” You tease, smile tugging at your lips, before taking another sip of the mysterious liquid in your cup. Levi does the same, feeling the burn of the liquor he had poured when he first got here.

“Tch. Shouldn't you be studying? You struggled with your analysis on Odyssey and that's definitely showing up on the test.”

“Aw, you care! If you must know, I took your suggestions to heart and did that 'note taking after every paragraph' thing you do. Some things are still a little fuzzy but I have a much better grasp on it! So, thank you.” Another wide smile from you causes butterflies to dance in his stomach.

“Yeah. Sure.”

Levi never afforded himself time to think of a relationship. Sure, he's had his share of hookups before; he wasn't always glued to his books and knew how to release stress from time to time. But he never thought anything past that one night and moved on with his life without issue. It wasn't because he was being intentionally callous though, most women that sought his company only wanted him by his looks alone – who was he if not willing to return the favor.

But you gave him something others could not – comfort in knowing that you talked to him as a person and not a pretty face. And while he never made a move to further anything with you, he did find himself wanting to be near you as much as he could bear.

“What are you even supposed to be?” Your lips purse as your eyes scan Levi’s slim frame. Your fingers reach up and pinche the fabric of his jacket as you pull yourself closer to get a better look of his face still darkened by the shadows of his hood. You're not close enough to press up against him, but you might as well have as you only left an inch or so between you both. Your eyes bounce around his face as she makes sense of the quickly applied makeup. If he leaned down just a bit, he could…

“No idea. Hange, the roommate I mentioned, did it.” He clears his throat quietly, eyes glancing away from yours. You pull away finally, but your fingers still remain on his sleeve. You're not directly touching him, but it's enough to send tingles through his body. Levi chalks it up to it being a while since he's been touched by someone.

“It looks good on you, like you're a bandit ready to steal or something.” Your tinkling laughter makes Levi's ears twitch in a good way. “I'm happy to see you out of the classroom, Levi.”

“I-"

“Oh! My friend is waving me over. Hold this for a second.” You say, handing your drink over to him. He watches as you tug your dress up that must have slid down a bit. When you do, his eyes can't help but glance down to the slight bounce of your plush chest. The way your perfume permeates his senses as you move around the little space you both share and it intoxicates him – or was it the alcohol? He hadn't had that much.

“Okay, I'm good to go.” When you reach over to take the half-empty cup from Levi's fingers, yours brush against his ever so slightly. His heart leaps at your warm touch. “I'll see you around?”

You give Levi a long look before smiling brightly and turning tail towards a redhead who was currently staring hard at him. His gaze was far from your friend though because with your back to him now, he sees that the costume is much shorter than he initially assumed.

His eyes don't leave you for a bit, watching you double over in laughter at something your friend said. There's a moment where your eyes meet again, holding each other's gaze until your friend says something else and you're back to laughing. Outside of the classroom, you were very different. There were a lot of things he didn't know about you. Perhaps that's something he wouldn't mind delving into if given the chance.

“Dude she's so into you.” A voice rings out from next to Levi, their words slightly slurred from the many drinks they had consumed throughout the night.

“Shut up, four eyes.”

“I mean it. She's so smitten with you. Didn't you see the way she was looking at you? There are hearts in her eyes! Those glances, the unassuming touches. Levi Ackerman, c'mon! I wasn't born yesterday.” Levi turns to the source of the noise. Hange Zoe, a bioengineering major who he shared the same apartment with for years, is giving Levi the biggest shit-eating grin they can muster.

“And you like her too, don't you.”

Their usual frazzled brunette hair is even frizzier to match the mad-scientist costume they were going for, held down by a pair of safety goggles that wrap around their head. Hange had made Levi swear on his life not to tell Professor Vitch that they had ‘borrowed' one of the lab coats for it – not like Levi cared enough to say anything anyways. He doesn't understand how Hange could even give it back now that it's tattered and ruined with self-made burn marks.

“Whatever.”

“You've never mentioned her before, why not? I thought I was your bestest friend in the whole world.”

“Acquaintances. And it doesn't pertain to you.”

“That hurts, we’ve known each other for 5 years.” Hange gives a fake pout. As their gaze flits back over to you, they mutter, “If I were you, I wouldn't let this chance slip away. You'll just regret it.” And with that, Hange yells something to a mutual friend and runs over to him – leaving Levi to his devices once again.

His eyes go back to where you were just moments ago and he catches you shooting him another smile before getting lost in the crowd with your friend. This smile held something that wasn't there before, the same matching emotion that fill your eyes.

Regret was not something he sat well with. Before he knows it, he's pushing himself off the wall and heading towards the direction you had disappeared in.

It takes a bit of searching and asking around much to his disdain. Eventually, he finds you outside on the front porch alone, sitting on the stairs with your back to him. Your hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail and from the way you’re lifting your arm up, he can tell you still have a drink in hand. When he shuts the door behind him, he notices you don't even look back.

“Tired of the people, too?” Levi asks as he sits down on the step next to you, practically shoulder to shoulder. He doesn't miss the way you flinched at his sudden voice, you turning quickly to face him.

“Oh jeez, Levi. I almost punched you.” You place your hand flat against your chest in hopes to slow your racing heart.

“Wouldn't be the first time someone threatened that.”

“I can't imagine why.” You sigh, but then a smirk pulls on your lips as you start to relax. “Yeah, it's just getting to be too much. I think I may head out here soon.” You take another sip of your drink before realizing it's mostly gone and instead, you tip it all the way back and down it all in one gulp.

You stand up soon after, your ass on full display for him to see from his position. The way you bend forward a bit to brush off your dress is almost a little too much for Levi. Your cheeky panties peek out at him, causing that knee-jerk reaction of such a visual to twitch in his jeans. Realization of what Hange was trying to tell him earlier dawns on him.

Regret was not something he liked to feel.

Levi stands up quickly and grabs your wrist in tight fingers before pulling you to face him. There's visible shock on your face at the brazen action, but you don't pull away. He gives you a moment, a chance to turn him down and leave without looking back. You don't. Instead, you coyly smile up at him, eyebrow raised.

With that, he tugs you closer and his lips meet yours in a hard kiss. Behind the bubblegum lipgloss, he tastes the artificial fruit from the drinks you've had tonight. You mirror the same hunger as Levi does, as if you had waited for this for months. You throw your arms around his neck as you press yourself against him, your fingers sliding up into his hair as his hands make their way to your waist – holding you there.

What feels like mere seconds pass before Levi has to break away for air. There's a moment where you’re both just staring at each other. Partly from shock but also uncertainty of where to go next. You're the first to speak.

“There's um, something I need help with on the study guide. But it's back at my place.”

“I can help with that.” Levi answers back cooly, almost too quick but he didn't care.

You don't hesitate to close your fingers over his and tug him into the direction of your place, almost running like the little kids that swarm the street as they trick or treat.

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covenofthearticulate · 9 months

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🔍 something about the modern era not referenced in the books that you think louis would find upsetting or confusing + why?

Okay I answered this here but I love this question so like!! I'm genuinely so curious how Louis would react if someone got him one of those "self help" journals that like gives you prompts for reflection and goal-setting LMAO I think he'd be so offended because he loves to journal and I think he's one of those people who very much uses his personal writings to vent about things he's already passionate about and idk I think the idea of him sitting down and staring at a page saying something like "Describe 3 things you accomplished this week, no matter how small" is hilarious because it would totally send him into an existential spiral.

Like, he has a lot of thoughts and feelings on the world, but if he's asked to slow down and self-reflect, or look at things from an outside perspective, I think he would get so upset LMAO like what do everyday accomplishments mean to someone who is 250 years old?? what is louis' definition of happiness or success?? i have no clue and neither does louis asfdxfcsvdkfghv

#;answered #iwtv au where louis just journals about three tangible steps he can take to reduce his anxiety LMAO

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serpentmessmer · 1 year

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good morning king, happy DFF. we talk all the time about in superpeaks, john taking photos of dean and sending them in to flesh world. challenge: write the ad, and write a response they might get to it ;)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HAVE BEEN SAVING THIS FOR RN LMAO

Eager young (22) man seeking dominant mentors for discreet meetings. Men preferred, but open to all types. Clean, athletic, and willing to try anything, definitely not a stranger to a little pain. 5’10, 160 lbs. Phone # required for meet-up

Response of choice: Howdy there partner, would love to meet up for a great time. You’ve got a gorgeus mouth, and body to match. I think showing you all the ways you could put that to use would make for a fine start to an adventurus evening. Call me and lets set up a playdate, baby, and get you broken in. 6’3” man, 45, 250 lbs [PHONE NUMBER REDACTED FOR PRIVACY]

#superpeaks #dean is NOT 22 hes more like oh 19 or 20 but john loves to lie about his age

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mako-neexu · 1 year

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Romani being hurt because Mash calls Lancelot dad is so good. But i also like to think that Mash was so hesitant to acknowledge Lancelot as a potential father figure not because of Galahad influencing her not to. But because she feels like she is betraying Romaní because they never managed to cross that line completely into father daughter dynamic before he went out and erased himself. Also lol, yeah I'm on tumblr I just prefer to lurk, but thank you for using my Morgan! I kept logging in and seeing like 250 friend points everyday and was very happy that my Morgan was getting love after going into qp hell for her. As soon as I get her bond level 6 she's getting mana loading.

SO YOU'RE SANDRA??????? THANKS FOR YOUR MORGAAAAAAANN!!!! i always choose her bc your yu-meiren MLB CE equiped on her is so perfect for my farming for oberon !!😭 and yeah im probably 95% of the 250 fp contributor lmao XD i always refresh support to find your morgan specifically ehehe

and that seriously hurts me as well!?!?!? mash hesitating to call lancelot "father" bc her bond with romani had been precious to her. the sweet doctor who taught her what he knew even as a "fledgling" when it comes to humanity, who took care of her as her doctor...ughhhgghgh feels...

for laughs and gags, i think mash calling lancelot "father" and him being weak to it is funny... but i like to think that romani must have heard the transmission from chaldea or reviewed a record of it.

and when he saw/heard her say "father" to someone who hadn't been in her life until now, i like to think theres just this inexplicable sadness TvT and not to mention, he also had dad issues too...

ah man, romani and mash's bond will never not hurt TvT

#ask #anon

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moonlightknightess · 2 years

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Raising from my grave to wish everybody who get to see this a Happy New Year's Eve!

This year was very especial to me, I got to meet all kinds of new people both here and irl so I'm very happy about it!

I really wanna thank you all for beaing with me! Not too long ago I got 250 likes on all the posts I have ever done so far, which is 250 way more than I thought I would get by doing what I was doing and writting about what I was writting! So yeah, I really wish all of you my best wishes and hope this year treated you well, and that the next one treats you even better!

I also did this little EreMikaSasha thingy for these holidays, but to be honest it barely has to do with the holidays at all lmao, just the setting I guess, I just wanted to write about them kissing each toher i'm sorry lol

No smut btw, sorry!

Kinda rushed this so not proof read!

She was never good when it came to farewells

It's not like she was clingy or something like that, quite the opposite actually, if she has to compare herself with those two, she was probably the one level headed one in these kind of situations

It was not that hard to be fair, Sasha can be overwhelming whenever she gets sent outside the city, always sick worried about her every time she has to leave and a crying mess when she comes back, almost making her feel like a soldier coming home from a long war

And even if Eren puts his best facade of "everything is alright!" on the days before her departure, she can perfectly feel the way he holds her in his arms every time he hugs her goodbye, sometimes wrapping her in a tight hug that makes her believe he would straight up stop her from taking her flight

She doesn’t want to imagine how they would react when something really serious happens and she has to leave them

Still, it was not like she liked it either

There is nothing that hurts her more than the prospect of being separated from her loved ones, even worse on especial holidays like christmas, and especially when she gets to see her girlfriend quietly sobbing because of it

- Come on now, don't be sad… - She tried to comfort her, arm wrapped around her shoulders in a half hug, patting her head as she did so, her other arm carrying her baggage as they stood on in front of the airport gates - It's just gonna be a week -

.- I know! - She whined, face nuzzling on her neck making it wet with her tears, hands grabbing her by the trench coat she was wearing tightly - It's just… it's just that I don't want to spend christmas without you -

She could understand that, afterall, this would be their first christmas together, they all were supposed to spend ir at Sasha's place in her small town in the mountains along her family, but alas, she was called for work because of one of her coworkers calling sick, with Eren getting a call from his hospital too because of the sudden rise of the pandemic virus that have been around for a couple of years already, requiring the help of all their staff, all of it just a few days before they were able to leave

.- I know… - She left the bag on the floor and used both her hands to erase her tears away, watery eyes looking at her in a way that makes her look so stunning and cute at the same time - Look on the bright side, you will get to spend Christmas with your family! Don't you miss them? -

.- Of course I do! - She answered as if the question offended her, her lips pouting just a little as she held her more tightly - But it's not the same! You two were supposed to meet my parents! Mom was supposed to fan all over your asian beautyness and Dad would lecture Eren about how to treat his "little princess" as he threatens him with his shotgun! It was gonna be perfect! But now everything is ruined… -

It breaks her heart a little to see her girlfriend like this, it really looked like she was looking up for this trip for so long, it was going to be the first time they met her parents too, a year worth of planning ending in nothing

.- I understand - She didn't stop her hands from fondling her face gently, thumbs dragging themselves over the dry path her tears made in an attempt to alleviate her - We are as upset about it as you, trust me… This is all just unfair and we can only be sorry for it - it didn't help that Eren was still called for work today too, his upper heads not allowing him to go with them to at least bid her farewell

.- Just take it as an opportunity to spend holidays with your family, everyone needs quality time alone too, alright? - She holds her hands with her own as she speaks, trying to convey what she tries to say in the best way she could - Before you know it you will be here with us, and then we will spend New Years Eve together at Armin’s place -

Sasha just sniffed a little before she controlled herself, hands taking into Mikasa's warmth as her cheeks took a pretty red shade, the same one that seems to take over her whenever she realizes she was probably embarrassing herself, the people around them passing to make their way inside the airport suddenly making her feel shy

- Y-yeah, you are right - She separated from Mikasa just a little, hands still linked together - I’m just being silly here, sorry -

- Don’t be - Mikasa reassured - I love it when you get like this, it’s adorable -

She really does have something for emotional people huh

Sasha just giggled in response, a small cute laugh that served to take her out of her own bad mood, at least to make all this departure thing more bearable for her

Before she could even say something else, the sound of nearby speakers calling for everyone in Sasha’s flight to start boarding stopped her, the crowd of people making their way to the gates growing larger the more time passes

- I guess this is it - Sasha said, her hand reaching for her bag and getting ready to go- Bid Eren my farewells for me! -

And before she could even say something else, Mikasa robbed the words out of her, she lowered herself on the spur of the moment to seal her lips on her owns, the flavor of her cherry red lipstick spreading through her mouth as everything around them seemed to fade into nothingness, the harsh cold no match to the fire that ignited inside her, expanding itself larger the more she felt Sasha raise herself higher, pressing against her harder and robbing the air out of her lungs

It was nothing more than their lips pressing together, and yet the feeling behind it were so strong she was able to convey them, to feel the desperation of missing her even it was gonna be for a week, to feel the gratitude emanating from her with breath intake she had to take before she kept going, or to feel the reassurance that she shared with her to truly express how everything was going to be alright once she comes back

When she finally relents once and for all and gets to see her frustrated face shine brighter, that’s the moment she realizes that she is going to miss her more than she thought she would, her lips already missing hers and her hands missing the warmth they provided to hold her baggage

- I will! - She answers, and just realizing she was running late already, she spins on her heels to rush her way to her flight, losing her sight once has to take a turn in a corner…

- What do you mean Sasha kisses better than me? -

It was already bad enough how his job was making him work like something lower than a slave, almost making him go attending patients seventy-two hours non-stop if it wasn't for the small breaks he had to take in order to survive all of that, let alone taking care of patients infected with a virus capable of taking his life at any moment

Still, he could stand it because it was his job, because he was needed and because it’s the best thing he could do

It was sort of a hassle to to come already spent from work and help her girlfriend to get things done for when their other girlfriend comes home from a week long trip to her parents home, getting things ready as they made the dinner she enjoys the most as a well deserved welcome gift

Still, he could stand it because he simply felt good doing something for her, because they did out of love

But there is so much he could stand, the last straw that broke the camel’s back coming in the form of his very same girlfriend admitting right in front of his face that his competitio- their lover kissed better than him

- I didn’t say that - She answered half heartedly, missing some ingredients in a bowl, not even turning in his direction at his allegation

How dare she!

- Yes you did! - He pointed at her with the same knife he was using to cut the vegetables, some cube of cucumber stuck in its edge flying to her direction at the motion of his movements - You said her kisses are sweeter! -

- So? It’s the truth - She may as well want to take a reaction out of him, considering the snarky smile she made, as if she was trying to taunt him - Still, I never said they were better than yours -

- But you like them better, isn’t it? - He couldn’t help it, he knew better than anyone he was being petty about such a nonsensical topic, but the fact that he was beaten at something he took pride off was a huge blow for him, something that he could never let happen

The silence that followed just made him wandering mind get worse

- … Why do you even say they are sweeter than mine? -

Hes doesn’t know his her small laugh was to mock him or if it was just because she found their whole discussion funny, probably the latter if he has to guess, it’s not like her to make fun of him in a malicious way

- I don’t know - She answers as she finally turns in his direction, not stopping from mixing the ingredients as she looks at him, flor coating some of the sides of her face that makes her look so adorably, the apron she was wearing not helping either - Maybe it’s because whenever she kisses me she tries to show her love for me instead of trying to devour my mouth perhaps? -

- Wha- But you always liked them like that! - He can perfectly tell the way she gasps out of surprise whenever he invades her mouth, he is the prime witness of the nail marks she leaves on his forearm whenever he kisses her by surprise, the lovesick expression she makes when he finally lets her off the hook will always be in his mind

There was no way he wasn’t his favorite!

Besides, it’s not like Sasha’s kisses were that big of a deal, right? He had kissed her too! They are nice, he wasn't gonna lie, he also loves to take her by surprise, and especially loves how she has to bring him down by the neck to make their lips meet

But he was the better kisser out of the two! There was no way he was losing to her!

- I know - She gets closer to him, raising on her feet just to place a small peck on his cheek as an offer of peace, quickly turning on her feet to get some things from the counter of the kitchen - And I wouldn’t change it at all, Eren. It’s just that… you are too overwhelming sometimes -

He doesn’t know if he should take that as a compliment or not, still so confused about the whole thing and the lack of response he got from her

He can be sweet too! Just because he chooses not to doesn’t mean he is incapable of it!

Before he decided to be grumpy about it for the rest of the day, the sight of the Spray Cream meant for some dessert sitting right next to her gave him and a idea, one that he has always wanted to try for some time now but that served as a perfect excuse to try now

He snatches the bottle from her, and before she could complain about anything, he sprays a small amount of it on his tongue, making it sit perfectly on it before he shoves himself against Mikasa’s mouth already open to lecture him, the soft drag of his tongue through her whole mouth making her stab her nails on his forearms as he perfectly knows how, the sweet flavor of the cream spreading through their mouths, not leaving a single spot untouched, a soft moan leaving her lips the moment their tongues wrapped together in the only way that gets him worked up

His pride seems to heal in the way she tries to prolong their lip-lock despite him wanting to get it done, her teeth clamping a little on his lower lips before she finally breaks out for air, making the cutest pants for air he as ever seen someone do (right on pair with Sasha’s one of course)

- What do you say now? - He taunts this time, red taking all over his cheeks and his ears as he gets to see her just as red, if not more

- Sweeter, right? -

There was so many things she missed about them from the time she spent holidays with her parents

She missed the long nights she would spend with Mikasa talking about nothing and everything at the same time, just getting lost in the void her pretty onyx eyes created whenever she looked at them for too long

She missed the playful fights she would have with Eren for everything, always making her day at least a little bit more interesting now that her practices were off and she had nothing more to do than to fool around with him

She missed the shared activities they all would do, call it having dates whenever the world allowed them too or just spent the night snuggled all together, just enjoying each other's presence with a move playing on the background

And yet, there was so much she could miss about them, her family time making her realize about how much enjoyable it could be to be just herself, to be truly alone from their presence and still being able to look things in a bright way

To be fair, it wasn’t Mikasa’s fault Eren could be a pain in the ass sometimes

Okay, it may be because she spoiled him way too much, but still

There was simply not fix for this man at all

- I’m getting Mikasa’s midnight kiss - He said as a matter of a fact, his mouth dragging every word as the booze he has been drinking affects him more and more, his breath smelling like a entire bar already

- You wished - She answers back as she squishes his face with her hand, seated on his lap as the people around her seem to enjoy themselves, the two of them crashing on Armin’s couch in the living room - She prefers me after all… My kisses are sweeter, right? -

- Stop it! - He yells, and she can’t help but laugh at his expense, ever since Mikasa told her what happened between them at the same night she came back she hasn’t stopped bothering him - You weren’t supposed to know about it! -

- Yeah sure - She shrugs him off, her eyes searching for Mikasa who has been missing ever since Armin’s girlfriend took her, she was the one who usually deals with his tipsy ass, but know that she is the only one with him at the moment she can’t just leave him alone

- And just to let you know, she still loves mine - It was actually kind of funny to talk to him when he was like this, so out of his mind to the point he would start talking all about how his patients were all assholes and complain about his work and suddenly start to tell her how her bangs made her look cute

It was cute in a weird way, and weird in a cute way

- Yes, Eren, I’m also sure Armin liked the way you kissed him that time when we were playing spin the bottle -

- You were the one to dared me to! -

- Well you were the one who took the dare! -

- It sounds like you are jealous to me -

- … Yeah, you are right, I really wanted to kiss Armin too! -

She can’t tell if the disgusted like expression he does in genuine or not, but it makes her giggle, messing up with him when he is all tipsy is always fun for her as long as he doesn’t go overboard, the last thing she needs is a drunk asshole who looks for fights with anyone that dares to talk to her

- … I’m the only one you are supposed to want to kiss… Besides Mika of course - He holds her carefully in a hug, as if fearing to break her if he holds too hard or too tight, and for some reason it makes her want to kiss him too

- Well… - She raises herself from his embrace and takes into the sight of his poor boyfriend, hair already sticking in every direction despite her efforts for knitting it in the man bun he likes so much, hand setting themselves on his chest for leverage - I guess I can show you why Mikasa chose me -

She crashes her lips to his own as he opens them to respond, her hands never leaving his chest as he wraps his around her waist, deepening their kiss the more he brings her closer and the more she moves her lips on his

It takes her a little to dominate him, to stop him from trying to get the upper hand as she merely shuts his every attempt down, but when she does it’s only when she goes all out, her lips deepening their lip lock as she leaves featherly kisses on his lips and on his cheeks, slowly staining him in her red lipstick

It takes her not time to make him putty in her hands, the occasional drag of their tongues together and the way she caressed his chest as she did so serving to put him in a relaxed state that only makes him want to receive more, rather than take the initiative, the soft dance their tongues did robbing the strength out of him, and the occasional pecks on his neck making him gasp

Hell, if this is what it feels like to be dominant one she may as well try it more

- So? - She teases him once she is done, taking into the sight of his breath all labored, trying to not laugh at the awestruck expression he was making at her, eyes widened to their limits as she uses his shoulder as a pillow - Sweeter, right? -

Shame takes over his face at her innuendo, and this time she can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly when he looks in the other direction, only to follow him and find their missing peace right next to them, a mistletoe on her hand making it hang above them, probably done while she was trying to show Eren who was the best

- It was about time - She teases - You both look cuter when you are making out instead of arguing… -

Yeah, she really wishes she gets to spend the rest of the New Years Eve she has left to live with them

#eremika #mikasasha #eresasha #aot fluff #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #eremikasasha drabble #eremikasasha

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kentuckycaverats · 1 year

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for the oc ask game: multiples of three for whichever oc u wanna answer them for <3

these will all be for the new boy!! oisin mcdewey (he/him)

3. ask them to describe their love interest.

he doesn't have one currently - he was involved with some of his crewmates in his youth, but the great love of his life was angelo, and while that was never romantic in nature it does largely eclipse his desire for romantic love. he's open to the possibility of meeting someone, but it isn't something he's actively looking for; he's happy and fulfilled with the familial love he shares with the de laurentiises.

6. who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

there's no one he'll 100% of the time, no-matter-what take advice from, but he's much more inclined to heed the advice of trusted friends or allies. if he trusts you to be near his family without trying to eat them, your opinion matters way more than most. he does 100% of the time, no-matter-what refuse to take any advice offered unsolicited, though. just on principle.

9. do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

only boats and ships, which he swears have a life of their own

12. do they like romance in the books they read?

he does! humanity is very precious to him, and love in any form is something that so many kindred lose touch with over the years. he cried over Outlander and is not too proud to admit it

15. what would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

he'a actually a big proponent of both work and school! he helps the de laurentiises with the family funeral home business, which also affords him easy feeding access (graverobber predator type), and having been around for 300 something years he's the go-to when the kids need help with homework. nothing is a waste of time so long as time is used intentionally--humans have so little of it, after all.

18. kissing: tongue or no tongue?

tongue lmao. he's a vampirate he knows how to party

21. what would it take for them to break up with someone? what would be the last straw?

threatening or in any way endangering the de laurentiises. they, and his promise to angelo, will always be his number one priority. and he's got the lasombra ruthlessness so, likely less of a "breakup" and more of a "murders you without remorse" situation

24. honesty or charity?

charity. unlike del, mcdewey has no qualms about clouding or rewriting others' memories for his own benefit. lots of dots in Dominate for him. (the de laurentiises are exempt from this. he refuses to control them supernaturally, but anyone else, kindred or kine, is fair game)

27. forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

yes <3

30. what would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

if he knew they'd forgive him for it he absolutely would have embraced angelo when they died. respecting their wish to let them pass was the most painful thing oisin ever had to do; he's missed them every day for 250+ years.

#thanks for playing!! i love this man #idc what white wolf says i WILL make so many vtm ocs motivated and anchored by love #oisin #vtm

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kunaigirl · 2 years

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I posted 1,668 times in 2022

197 posts created (12%)

1,471 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kunaigirl

@cosmos-hime

@salmonandsoup

@wonderweird

@electoons

I tagged 1,366 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#happy tag - 159 posts

#pride month - 117 posts

#important - 100 posts

#halloween vibes - 77 posts

#my doodles - 55 posts

#same - 45 posts

#mood - 45 posts

#smiling friends - 44 posts

#big mood - 40 posts

#adhd things - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 119 characters

#i know this is intended to be a piece of parenting advice but in all honestly this is fantastic advice all ways around!

My Top Posts in 2022:

At the end of the day all I want to do is make people happy. Not in a "people-pleaser" kind of way but more like in a "I know this world is filled with struggles/cruelness/pain/etc and I hope I helped you feel a little bit better because despite it all we're all human and we all deserve kindness and joy" kind of way.

A compliment, a silly joke, making someone laugh at work, my drawings and characters, doesn't matter. If I made someone out there smile, that's what I really care about.

250 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

Ok so anyways I made a meme for us because in my house we love and respect ADHD and Autism solidarity 🤝

374 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

ADHD Symbol!

So I just found out that ADHD has it’s very own symbol! It’s similar to and was inspired by the autism infinity symbol, but designed specifically for those of us with ADHD by someone with ADHD! It’s apparently been around for a while now and I just had no idea about it at all? So I’m making this post to spread it around so other people know about it! It’s super sweet and cute and I’m absolutely going to be using it from now on! It looks like this!

ALSO! The original designer/artist can be found HERE! In the link she explains why she made it, what inspired her, and has more options for higher resolution images, black and white versions, variations both with and without the antennae, and more!

See the full post

558 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

Doing an art collab with your more talented friend be like

1,530 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Smiling Friends really out here with a character who came from an abusive and unhealthy background/childhood who joined an organization to bring happiness and help to other people who are struggling because he know’s the struggle of depression and trauma and feelings of worthlessness himself and made it his life mission to fight against crippling hopelessness with optimism because otherwise life is too bleak to continue in and in this way he’s constantly proving to himself and others (the best he can) that love will always bring hope and happiness into life despite all the darkness and will be the first one to try and help others without question because he wants to be the person he needed most growing up and will fight to prove that life is always still worth living when there’s something to fight for

AND THEN HAVE HIM LOOK LIKE THIS

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

AAAAYYY LMAO OF COURSE THAT ONE WOULD BE #1 LMAO

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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parm4carm · 10 months

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Love you, Jade ❤️ And though I know it's not the most important thing right now, speaking out and often is more important, I do hope you are okay ❤️

hiii oh my god has it forreal been weeks since you sent me this?? i swear i just saved this to my drafts three days ago .. the passage of time truly fries my brain

first, this is so sweet of you to send to me and i'm so grateful that people still check in on me when i'm quiet online <3 i know i am a veryyyyy unreliable presence here but i really do appreciate all the love and i'm sending it right back to you <3

you've kind of given me the perfect jumping off point to just throw a lot of updates and ramblings in one spot bc truthfully i do not feel right posting normal posts and taking up space with things that are trivial in the grand scheme of things. i genuinely don't have the brain capacity for much else these days besides keeping up with palestine/congo/sudan etc related updates + the occasional few hours where i can watch a movie or a show without feeling guilty

(general life update dump below so beware bc i talk a lot)

brief mental state check in but i am not doing well! not just with the weight of the world but with everything else in my life lmao. pretty much everyone who knows me knows that the holidays/the winter are the roughest months for me so i'm usually radio silent :/ this year has been... so rough and i don't know why every year feels worse than the last but it really truly does! i'm particularly lonelier this year and it's honestly my fault. idk how to reach out to people when i'm so isolated tbh i feel like a burden at all times especially now that most of the people i used to talk to daily online and irl are doing way better than me and i'm just. always stuck here in this really shitty space i can't seem to get out of no matter how hard i try

i don't talk about my problems a lot online but like. after losing my childhood pet and then getting accepted to two different programs in one year (grad school and community college) and having to drop out of both AND dealing with a decline in my mother's health AND my grandmother's cancer scare AND my own financial issues AND unemployment i'm just exhausted. because of all of this i truly don't know how to function like a normal person or make friends or keep friends anymore i'm just miserable tbh

okay i know this is a hard pivot, but i thought i could just compile things that have brought me a little bit of happiness that i haven't talked about here! it's all on me to feel like this, but i have intense guilt about posting anything not related to current events, so this is my way around that! so.. enjoy i guess <3

personal stuff (you can send me asks to explain more if you want)

i beat my new years' resolution of watching 365 things this year – i'm up to 500 logs!

a lot of new tv (28 total, entire shows, rewatches, new seasons, miniseries, and documentaries included)

fixated on kpop this year and listened to 30 groups whole discography! i actually counted and it was exactly 30 lmao ask me ab my fav groups and biases if you dare

started drinking tea every day :)

redecorating my apartment and it's so much cozier now

i've become more of a snoopy/peanuts fanatic :)

to build on the new years resolution, i've added quite a few horror franchises under my belt :) my horror tag on letterboxd is roughly 250 now!

i think i'm finally breaking my lifelong nail biting habit??? fingers crossed!

buying more things secondhand and feeling way better about it! mostly clothes and dvds but me and my partner are huge fans of knick knacks

have tried a lot of new food this year :) and am cooking new recipes a lot more too!

went to the beach for vacation for the first time in ten years <3 went to this cool little record store and got a band recommendation from the owner that's now one of my underground favs!

celebrated ten years with my partner this year and although it's been such a rough year for the both of us and we're not nearly where we ever thought we'd be, we're more solid now than we've ever been!!! i really would not have made it through this year without them

honestly this year has been a blur 90% of the time so there's obviously been more little things that make me happy but! it's been a big year for consuming media bc i don't have much energy for creating anymore unfortunately

#asks #if you read this wow ily but do not feel obligated to ever read my ramblings LMAO

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wistfulvulpine · 1 year

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so I managed to get Ritsu today (!!!) and this time I actually recorded how many dia I spent + how much (free) BP I spent per day.

I will likely keep note of score accumulation when I go for Veiled Fragrance Arashi bc I'm going for all 5 copies o|< so there's no score tracking this time sorry.

anyway here's a small key:

red - day/event bonus

blue - resources spent

green - dia earned/remaining

I did not pull on the event scout banner, which leaves me with a 0% bonus. I started with 121k dia, but, because achievements were finally added to EN two days in, I ended up with almost 140k lmao

okay backing up: day 1, I spent 5,000 dia and 59 naturally gained BP. the early dia rewards on the event ladder made it so I ended the day with 118k dia.

day 2, Makoto's birthday! so that's 350 free dia. Only Your Stars is a bday song and also happens to be my grind song (crying) so it worked out perfectly. leveled up this day so I spent 71 free BP and another 5,000 dia. ended the day with 115k dia.

day 3, Walk With Your Smile event starts -> 350 free dia + 100 weekly shared dia. spent only 40 free BP and no dia. but. this is when achievements were added and it gave me 23k dia lmaooooo (why didn't they add a claim all button...........) so the day ended with 139k dia.

days 4 and 5, spent 30 and 40 free BP and went just under 140k dia from Starry Lives.

day 6 (Leo's birthday -> 350 dia + WWYS bonus -> 350 dia), used 50 free BP and 600 dia were used for a little security as I got closer to 3.5 million points. screenshots of event ladders stopped just tens of thousands of points shy of getting the event card flashed through my mind and I didn't want to be one of them. ended with 140k!

day 7 (today!) - spent the last 20 free BP needed to get Ritsu yippee! spent 25 more free BP as it recovered and after all event song Starry Lives I'm at 3.6 million! ending today with 141k dia :]

I'm gonna be chilling on day 8 just using whatever BP recovers over the day and doing Starry Lives bc I'm still on that Arashi grind 🥴 and also saving for Underland Mitsuru and Shuffle Midori! (one copy of the latter two thankfully) but I got the boy and don't care about ranking (to the no 1 RitsuP. are you ok.)

so in total, I spent 10,600 dia.

due to me being over lv 100, level ups are a lot slower if you're not willing to go 1 BP per live. that said, I still leveled up 3 times over the course of this event, so that's 30 free BP!

using 1 BP is very dia efficient for those lower than lv 100 I feel, or for those with more time. if you're strapped for time, 10 BP obviously (I used double bonus like. twice) but you will level up less. 3 BP is the best middle ground if you've got a good lineup. I used 10 BP almost every time I grinded bc I'm just impatient lmao

I score 3.5 million (ha) points on Only Your Stars, and 3.2 million on Little Romance on Expert (can't PC it o|< whatever), so adjust your dia spending accordingly.

Here is the calculator I used to see how much I would need to spend

the dia calculator goes by JP server numbers, so add a zero to the end of your total. for example, it says you need 1234 dia, in EN you need 12,340 dia.

some things to note. the average dia count needed ranges between 6k to 12k dia depending on how strong your lineup is. if I spent only 1 BP per live, I likely would've saved 400-ish dia? if you're strapped for dia every bit counts. if you're only going for one (1) event card (tour cards even cost less dia if u want both), you do not need to pull for event bonus cards. that dia could be better used guaranteeing a 5 star instead of gambling on an off-rate. remember to craft the event work outfits - like I said, every bit counts. 250 pt vs 375 pt makes a difference.

make sure you try to get the event card well before the event ends! you don't want to end up like 1k points away from 3.5 mil!

good luck and happy daydreaming!

#enstars #who gives a hoot #sure. lets put this in main tag in case someone needs a clear timeline of someone grinding for a card #just grinding for one copy is a lil soulless. going for 5? i will simply expire.

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a2uin · 2 years

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2022 fic year in review

Total number of completed works: 5, between my 2 ao3 accounts

Total word count: 36k, across all my various wips.

Fandoms written in: Marvel (mcu, Netflix, comics stuff), Amphibia, Good Omens, and various one-offs (Borderlands 2 and Teen Wolf).

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? Adding it all up, I did write more than I thought I did! But less than in years past, and definitely less finished fic. I still haven’t kicked the habit of starting new WIPs and never finishing them.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? I’m hella proud of the Fratt bang fic I wrote. :3

Did you take any writing risks this year? Definitely jumping into the Daredevil and Good Omens fandoms! DD because the canon isn’t my usual tone, and GO because both the canon and fandom are intimidating as fuck.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Finish some ding-dang WIPs -- maybe even that Hollow Knight fic I’ve been noodling away on for years.

Most popular story of the year? My Fratt bang fic, with 2080 hits and 250 kudos.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I do wish my Fratt bang had more kudos. I find the work I put into bang fics isn’t usually proportional to their reception, alas.

Most fun story to write: My second Sashanne (Amphibia) fic that was just entirely self indulgent Vibes.

Most unintentionally telling story: I have a doc/fic that’s self indulgent nonsense that I wrote to get used to Matt and Frank, and it’s 3700 words?? Which is like. 3000 more than I thought, lmao.

Biggest disappointment: Not finishing more fic and starting more wips.

Biggest surprise: Digging up an old Hobbit fanfic from 2016 because I’ve fallen back into that fandom. And MLP:FIM. Look, time is a circle.

My favorite part of fandom this year: Getting back on my Hobbit and pony bullshit, in December. Old fandoms are so cozy and those make me so happy.

Tagging: Anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

#diary of a star turtle #writing stuff

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theunconcernedembalmer · 5 years

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250 event ilu guys

Opening up drawing requests for anything idv cos why not also cos im in no position to do another comic event lkahfljkhdlkjfh

Stuff yall can go apeshit with: ships, characters, ocs, characters in certain scenarios for me to do short comics maybe. Depending on how many I get I’ll see how long this lasts XD

Thank you all so much for supporting my lil blog and bastard over here this blog means a lot to me and so do all of you here,,,,,,,,, yes,,,,,,,,,,,,

#unconcerned ramblings #250 event #imma post this then go for christmas shopping #yes you heard me. christmas shopping. on the 21st #happy birthday to emma but i gotta get stuff for friends and family cos i dont have anything for anyone lol lmao #i hate christmas shopping kajshkfgkdjgfkj i need presents to be meaningful if theres nothing useful that i can get for u id rather not #which is kind of an ass move but if im gonna give something it has to be meaningful or at least useful but traditions are traditions #i already told my fam not to expect much from me since im just going to one mall to cover everyone lmao #also i hate how i pushed it until a saturday kdfakjfkjsdk the crowds are gonna kill me rip #i swear if it rains on my way to the mall

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kitmon · 2 years

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What Happens Behind Closed Doors and Live Cameras | Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's not enough to fuck you in the isolated space of his apartment, Edward needs to let everyone know just how good he takes care of his precious baby.

Pairing: Edward Nashton aka The Riddler (The Batman, 2022) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Tags: smut (18+ only), dom!edward, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), edging, dacryphilia, swearing (duh), BDSM elements (reader's wrists are bound and she's gagged for a good portion of the fic), praise kink, daddy kink (its only used once), kinda pet play?? there's no, like, collars or anything but he calls her 'puppy, pet, etc.,' spanking, fucking on a live stream (exhibitionism), dumbification, creampie, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), oral (m!receiving), throat fucking... I think that's it but if you catch anything, please please please let me know!

Author’s Note: I started writing this in June for a close friend's birthday but I'm fucking ass at finishing anything I start so it took me 3 months to finish this lmao! But you know what?! Better late than never so BE GRATEFUL! A fat fucking smooch and a huge thank you to @queenimmadolla for beta reading AND FUCKING KILLING IT! She left me over 250 comments and spent at least 3 hours editing this! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! So please please go send her some love, she absolutely deserves it. Happy reading, you filthy sluts <3

“Alright,” Edward mutters to himself as he fidgets with the dingy camcorder a bit more, always a stickler for the details. “And we are live.”

His voice is lilting as he presses the obvious red button upon the camera’s top, the red dot blinking in slow increments in the top corner of the LCD screen as an air of boyish excitement radiates off of him, evident in the joy laced in his voice. As he takes a step back, he rubs his covered hands in anticipation, addressing the pitiful number of viewers through the low-resolution lens of the camera he has propped over a second hand and, imbalanced tripod.

“Hi, guys,” he waves both of his hands, not able to hide the giddiness behind his movements. “I hope that you’re as excited as I am because I have,” he pauses, stepping back a few paces so his towering frame isn’t hoarding the entirety of the screen. As he does, the length of a drab mattress over a rickety metal bed frame comes into view, your naked and writhing body— dressed only in a mismatched pair of bra and panties— splayed over the pilling sheets revealing itself as well. “A little surprise.”

Your arms are bound by the wrists with what seems to be scrap cotton jersey from an old t-shirt, hands resting in curled fists over your rising and falling chest as you exhale harshly through your nose. The camera is expertly angled to keep your identity hidden, the details of your face limited to the slope of your nose and your occupied lips; separated by a gag of similar material to the tie around your wrists, effectively muffling your groans of desperation and neediness.

“As you can see, my lovely partner has offered herself up for your amusement, haven’t you, my darling?” he asks, the words leaving his lips with a condescending undertone that riles you up and has you arching your back against the mattress, bedsprings creaking beneath you. Edward takes the final few steps to the bed before sitting down at the edge of it, reaching his gloved hand towards your ankle, vinyl tracing up to your knee and back down. Having been deprived of his touch for so long, the minuscule contact has you dragging your thighs together and tossing your head back against the pillows, whimpering behind the gag like a neglected puppy in hopes that he would give in to your obvious needs.

He hums before giggling behind his mask, the sound muffled through the layers of cling wrap and cold weather plastic leather protectant.

“Looks like baby’s all hot and bothered because I won't touch her, is that right?”

“Mmhm,” you hum behind the gag, nodding your head fervently along.

His hand inches past your kneecap and up your thigh, moving closer to your aching core with a painful slowness. A wet spot had formed over the barely-there patch of fabric that clothes your cunt and you flaunt the sign of your wanting to him, curling your back against the bed and spreading your thighs, unabashed in your wanton behavior. Just as his fingertips reach the meatiest part of your thigh, only a breath away from where you silently beg him to extend his touch to, he squeezes the fat there, your skin dimpling with the force before he releases his hold on you and stands from the bed, the springs groaning with the loss of his weight and leaving you whimpering with the loss of his touch.

He steps towards the nightstand where a laptop rests, displaying a live chat. Edward reaches for the trackpad and scrolls through the few responses that have filtered in. From where you lay on the mattress, with a bit of straining, you can see the laptop’s screen and the responses on the right-hand side of it along with the live captured video of you, sprawled out along the bed, delayed only by mere seconds. From what you can see, the chat is showing an influx of interaction with waves of messages ebbing and flowing, coming to a slow stop before rushing all over again. The engagement seems to be high today, Edward often only receiving a couple dozen viewers— give or take a stream— whereas today, the chat is lively and from the view counter in the corner of the screen, you can see that nearly a hundred people have joined to watch him ruin you for their viewing pleasure.

You catch glimpses of obscene queries and remarks of adulation flickering before rippling across the screen, carried away by the next wave of comments.

Who’s the slut spread out on the bed?

I wanna see her face

I’m getting hard just watching her squirm

“Let’s see what the chat has in store for you, pet,” Edward says, interrupting your scanning of the chat and drawing your attention to his hunched-over form, still fiddling with all of the technological controls over on his end of things, clicking on this window and exiting out of that tab before he says: “What should I do to her first? The power is in the hands of the people.”

With the prompt left out in the open, responses begin cropping up within the chat, each viewer tossing their suggestion into the hat.

Undress her

Show us her tits

Show us that whore’s pussy

As Edward combs through each suggestion and mulls each one over, he hums to himself, “Hmm, seems as though the majority have a deep fascination with what you look like underneath all those clothes.” He trails off before coming to a consensus, “I suppose I can indulge them.”

He moves away from the laptop and stalks over towards you, slim shoulders hovering above you before he throws one leg over your hips and holds the other in a standing position at the side of the bed, crawling over you.

He brings his gaze down to your glistening eyes, your stare clouded with ardor, pupils dilated and shadowed over by your drooping eyelids. The look that you send him from below has his intense demeanor faltering for a moment, the man wanting nothing more than to envelop you in a tight embrace and have your soft voice coo gentle hymns of affirmation into his hair, neck and chest.

The thought is fleeting as he reacquaints himself with the situation; the game that you’re playing at but he yields to your longing and bewitching stare with just a single gesture. He brings his hand up to caress your cheek, the vinyl that covers his thumb swiping over the apple of it one, two times, trailing the glove’s powdery coating over its path. His hand falls from your face, his fingers tracing the tendons of your neck, slipping past the dip of your clavicle and along the slope of your left breast. Once it reaches the underside of the bra cup, he pushes up and gropes you through the thin material. His other hand joins and soon he’s toying with both of your breasts, squeezing them and pressing them together, accentuating your cleavage before he brings his face down between them.

Edward’s mask is cool against your skin and the force of his deep inhale tickles you as he takes in your sweet scent through the brief slit of his mask. He exhales a deep sigh through his mouth before he’s reaching his hands towards the middle of the garment where a thin strip of fabric holds the two cups together. He pinches at the opposite ends of it, taking the top of each cup into his hands before ripping it apart, the sound of seams snapping encouraging you to gasp.

He isn’t very strong, not at all actually. His strength lies within his intellectual prowess but in these moments, where you are bound, helpless and at his gracious mercy, he can impress you with the slightest of aggressions. These are the moments that he finds himself to be the most powerful, the most domineering and intimidating. You worship him like this and at his weakest. He worships you just the same.

“There we go,” he mutters to himself as he admires you; your breasts on full display, nipples perked and ripe.

Your flushed chest climbs and falls in time with your heavy breathing, each rise becoming more frequent with your excitement. He lifts a hand to cup one of your lush mounds, the warmth of your skin penetrating past the elastic material of his gloves and seeping right into his skin. His thumb swipes over the apex of it, pressing against your nipple and watching with fascination as it nearly flattens into your skin before climbing to a stiff erection once more.

While Edward plays with you and watches your pliable skin mold to his fingers and palms, he wants nothing more than to latch his lips onto one of your tits and suckle your plump skin into his mouth, nibbling on the warm flesh as he watches you writhe beneath his doting lovebites.

He restrains himself though, settling for the warm weight of your breasts in his hands as he lets his imagination run wild with thoughts of what he’ll do to you the moment the cameras are turned off.

“Come here, my faithful viewers!” He cheers, his demeanor shifting seamlessly from his sultry obsession with you to his cheery and excited stream host persona. He stands from the bed, springs creaking once more with the loss of his weight as he steps towards the tripod. He detaches the camera from the stand and carries it back to you, angling it to take in the length of your helpless position; thighs rubbing together like that of a grasshopper, creating a silent sort of symphony within you that is meager in comparison to what you really yearn for. Edward’s conscious and careful to not let the lens capture anything above your cupid’s bow, tending to focus his film on your supple breasts, thighs and the erotic picture of you bound and gagged.

With your attention focused on Edward and his daunting position above you, you miss the flow of chat messages but with the way that Edward groans— the sound slipping into a giddy chuckle— you can only assume that the slim bar on the screen was painted with comments that would have your skin crawling, for better or worse.

Edward tsks at them, “Naughty, naughty, are we?”

He directs his voice to you as he informs you, “Darling, I’ll have you know that the masses are deeply creative when it comes to methods of divulging your pleasure, or alternatively, prolonging it.”

A weak sound slips past the gag crammed in your mouth and your lower body tenses, back arching over the mattress and inviting him to run his hands over you. He waddles his knees closer to you and leans over your squeezed legs, your thighs fighting to hide the embarrassingly obvious damp spot that highlights the core of your panties.

“Open up for me now,” he mutters, coaxing you to part your legs as he pries his fingers between the plush flesh of your thighs. They part with little defiance from your muscles. You squeeze your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose in frustration, pressing the side of your face into the pillow as your body yearns for his touch.

“Oh, don’t worry, puppy,” he coos, his eyes fixated on your covered center. “Be good for me and I’ll satiate your every desire.”

His hand inches up your thigh, palm soothing your heated skin as it climbs higher with each pass before his fingers finally press against your clothed cunt. Your whine climbs in pitch, choking around a gasp at the sudden pressure; he’s rubbing blindly, his index and middle finger running up the length of your panty-clad slit, feeling the warmth of your pulsing core and juices seep past the cotton of your underwear against the latex of his gloves.

“Mmm, so wet for me and I’ve hardly begun to touch you,” he whispers, more to himself than anyone else present as his disbelief nearly overwhelms him.

Nearly.

His fingers continue their assault, dipping low and rubbing over the wet patch covering your hole before dragging them upwards to massage slow but firm circles against your clit. A wail escapes you, muffled by the gag and you toss your head back against the pillow, the tendons in your neck straining and bulging against the thin layer of your sheen-covered skin.

“Does my dirty baby like it when I tie her up and shut her filthy mouth? Is that what it is?” He taunts above you, the condescending pout you’re sure is on his lips coming through so clearly. “Look at this pitiful little thing; crying and humping her desperate cunt against my fingers like a little bitch in heat.”

You can't even be bothered by his degradation and bullying, the barely-there pleasure feeling like a searing brand against you as your head lulls from hanging back to falling against your shoulder. You were helpless to do anything but watch him continue his slow, torturous ministrations against your most sensitive crevice.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He croons, pushing the frilly hem of your panties to the side to expose your puffy pussy, glistening with your arousal in the low light of the room and clenching on nothing, eager to be filled as it's exposed to the cool air offered by the dingy and scraping fan twirling away in the corner.

“You love my fingers, don't you?” He goads while pushing his middle and ring finger past your entrance, pumping them in and out of you languidly.

With your speech inhibited, you can only provide him a zealous nod as you mewl at the intrusion behind your gag.

He gives a low chuckle, eyes honed on his fingers pulling out of your precious cunt, soaked to the knuckle, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

His thumb rubs over your exposed clit in tandem with his probing thrusts, fingers curling to knead against that perfect spot inside of you. Your hips begin to move against his hold as you dig your fingernails into your palms and he tuts at your insubordination, reaching to prop the camcorder atop the nightstand so he can free his other hand and press it against your hip, pinning you to the mattress to keep you steady.

“Easy, baby. Told you I’d take good care of you,” he reminds you. “I’ll let you finish if you sit pretty for me.”

At his promise, you attempt to overcome your desires and keep your hips from jolting up, opting, instead, to curl and uncurl your dainty painted toes as a means of expending your energy.

He’s pulling his fingers in and out faster, fucking into your cunt at a wild speed. The subtle texture of his gloves rubbing along your walls has a warmth blooming in your stomach as the filthy noises of the latex straining and slapping wetly against you sets you alight. Your head falls back against the pillow as your eyes roll into your skull from the pressure of your impending orgasm.

Edward releases your hip and drags his free hand over the underside of your thigh, hooking into the bend of your knee to push your leg up and press it closer to your stomach to spread you wide, allowing his fingers to sink just a little bit deeper inside. His thumb continues flicking across your sensitive nub at a delectable speed and you moan a sweet sound behind the spit-soaked gag, your eyes watering as he works his fingers into that spongy patch inside you. Just as you're nearing your end, the heat in your belly building and rolling into a white explosion, he pulls his fingers out of you. The warmth dissipates and you cry out a sob, tears that had built with intense pleasure in mind falling from frustration instead as you screw your eyes tight and chew on the fabric of the gag, teeth gritted in contempt as he just chuckles above you at your misfortune.

With the tips of his fingers, he pulls your arousal from your hot, pulsing hole and spreads it across the folds of your weeping pussy, wet latex trailing up and down the expanse of your throbbing cunt. The heel of his palm just barely grazes your clit in passing as he does so, urging your body to jolt with each noncommittal touch and it only serves in frustrating you further.

“You got something to say, puppy?” He snickers and as you stare up at the static green farce, you can make out his eyes crinkling in a beady squint behind the cling wrap, a smile blooming behind his mask. You muster your best distraught look, all of which is genuine: chest heaving with the labor of bubbling tears, brows cinching, and glassy eyes downturned as you nod your head.

He brings his dry hand up to your face, trailing his fingers gingerly over the drying tear tracks that paint your heated skin before they run along the homemade gag in your mouth as he asks, “What do you think, chat? Should we let the pretty lady speak?”

It comes out distracted and hushed but the seedy microphone of the camcorder picks it up anyway. The answer is made obvious by the sudden surge of comments emerging from the low corner of the laptop’s monitor to the very top before disappearing, lost between a dozen other responses. As his eyes peek at the screen from his periphery, he’s left amused at their enthusiasm.

“You’re in luck, pet,” he cooes down at you. “Looks like they want to hear those pretty little cries of yours.”

He lifts the still-slick fingers of his other hand to your chin, drawing them up at a slow jagged pace until he reaches the frayed and curling edge of the fabric lodged between your teeth. He hooks his fingers into the cloth and pulls it out of your mouth so it can fall, damp and limp across your throat.

Your lips are flushed and swollen, glowing with a mixture of your saliva and your own arousal having traveled from the tips of Edward’s fingers to paint your cupid’s bow and chin. You whine as his touch leaves you again, just as quick as it came.

“Please, baby,” your voice croaks, hoarse from lack of use. “Wanna cum so bad. I‘ll do anything, just please let me cum.”

“Okay, puppy,” he caves to your begging and your body slumps as a weak smile plays across your lips. “But first, you have to suck my cock.”

A sick shimmer blooms within your irises, eyes glistening with lust at his terse command. Though your cunt throbs and leaks between your legs, teary with neglect, the thought of having Edward’s thick cock prodding at the gummy flesh of your throat, choking you with the girth of him— it was much too good to pass up, not that he would have let you have a say, anyhow.

His hands travel up his thighs as he leans back to sit on his calves, head angled down to monitor his movements as deft fingers glacially begin popping the button of his trousers open, the sound of his zipper loud with each plastic tooth of it he passes during its climb down. You strain your neck to watch his every move. You can see the outline of his dick, the prominent bulge stressing the blue tartan fabric of his boxers.

After lowering his pants, he pushes his thumbs past the waistband of his underwear and pulls the tattered fabric down, revealing the pale brown smattering of hair above his pubic bone that trails down and fleshes out into a bushy tuft. The golden brown netherhair crowns the base of his cock and paves the way for his pink, throbbing shaft and blushing head to spring free, bobbing against his stomach. At the substantial sight of it, all pretty and ready for your mouth, a whimper simpers past your lips, your hips involuntarily jolting against the bed.

“It's okay, puppy, don’t you worry,” he reassures you with a breathless sigh, stroking his cock in lazy pumps. His eyes gaze over your body with a predatory gleam. “Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.”

He crawls over your crumpled figure, with as much grace as he can muster while holding his dick in one hand, sitting in a hover over your chest. His knees are planted parallel to your shoulders, his cock at eye level and you find your lips parting, almost on instinct, as an invitation for him to smother you with his length. With him so close, your eyes can only focus on the ruddy, leaking tip of him, disappearing within the snug wrap of foreskin before peeking out again with each thrust of Edward’s hips into his fist. Pre-cum oozes past his slit, the near-pearlescent liquid beginning to dribble down the underside of him at the change in angle.

His strong hand reaches for your face, fingers digging into the pillowy flesh of your cheeks to steal your attention away from his delicious offering and onto his piercing eyes. Your lips are forced into a dopey pucker and your eyes begin to glimmer with childish tears, the water blooming from your unspoken need and neglect though the rest of your features remain passive, obedient.

“You want this cock, sweetheart?” He teases, grabbing his dick from the base and tapping the sticky, shiny head against your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out to collect the salty residue he leaves behind, savoring the distinct tang.

You nod your head as best as you can with his hold, still unyielding. You can hear a giggle pass his lips before he speaks.

“Show me how much you want it, baby”

He releases your face with a shove and cants his hips forward so the head of his dick prods at your mouth. You reach your bound hands forward and have your palms travel over his stomach, pushing his hoodie and jacket up to reveal his pudgy, white belly. In quick succession, he seizes your conjoined wrists and presses them further up the bed with a heavy and hard grip so your arms extend over your head, your breath catching in your throat as he does so. Edward leans down so his face is mere centimeters away from yours, his piercing and near-frightening green eyes glare at you through the fogged plastic of his cling wrap and behind the crystalline lenses of his glasses.

With a gruff and mean voice he commands, “Suck.”

You’re quick to comply as soon as he straightens himself, giving the head of his cock a baiting kitten lick before your jaw creaks open, allowing you to finally wrap your lips around him. You push your head forward and swallow as much of him as you can with the awkward setup, craning forward and tilting your head to try and stuff him down your greedy throat. He groans and tosses his head back as you struggle to take the length of him, tongue swirling and tracing the veins that wind up his shaft.

With one hand still occupied with your wrists, Edward uses the other to fist the hair at the nape of your neck and force you further down his cock, your nose grazing the coarse hair decorating his pubic bone with each of his vigorous thrusts. The tip of his dick is testing the spongy tissue at the back of your throat, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as your gag reflex strains to remain idle.

He yanks at your hair, pulling you off after a particularly rough suck with a shudder and a groan as he grips the very base of his cock and squeezes there, almost as if he’s trying to keep himself from cumming too soon.

“Gonna fucking come with your whore’s mouth working me like that,” he pants. “But I’d much rather watch it seep out of your puffy, spent hole.”

His words are wispy like he could hardly believe it himself, “Gonna ruin this pussy, mark you from the inside so you always know who you belong to, so they know you belong to.”

You love the possessive slur of his words, finding it amusing that, despite this whole ordeal being his idea, he can't stand the idea of anyone even thinking of burying themselves in what's his. His filthy words spur your aching core on further, a rush of slick trickling past your folds as you clench around nothing. You push your hips up against his ass and whimper, lip trembling, tired of his cruel game. A tear trails across the apple of your cheek, overlapping the sheened tracks of the ones that fell before it.

“You want that, right, baby?” He asks, lifting his hand to wipe the evidence of your impatience away. “Hm? Want me stuffing you so full you’ll feel it in the morning?”

“Yes,” you breathe with choked desperation.

“That’s what I thought,” he patronizes, shoving his tear-basted thumb past the seam of your lips to let the savory flavor settle over your tongue. “C’mere.”

He takes you by the shoulders and flips you over onto your stomach, trapping your arms between your body and the mattress. Your cheek presses into the musty piece of furniture, lips pursing with the pressure on your face. Edward grabs your hips and hikes them up into the air, forcing your back to arch as he situates you on your knees.

You maneuver your head to try and get a decent glance over your shoulder at what he’s doing, humming to himself as he takes his sweet time perusing your body. In the low light, he admires you, running his hands over the round globes of your ass, squeezing every once in a while as they drop and then drag back up. He dips his head lower to catch a glimpse of your glittering hole, soaked with your lust and pulsing with just the thought of him filling you up.

“Would you look at that?” He whispers in the tense air.

Edward reaches over to the nightstand, scooping up the camcorder so he can invite the chat to enjoy a look at you.

“Isn’t she just perfect?” He remarks wistfully as he glides a thumb through your lips. “All throbbing and aching for me. Just a hole waiting to be used.”

You huff and wiggle your hips, pushing back to try and find even an ounce of relief. At your jittery signs, Edward sinks his thumb past your lax wet muscle and your breath catches in your throat with the familiar sensation.

“Please, baby, want you so bad.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he clicks his tongue. “Only patient girls get rewarded,”

“Okay! Okay, I’ll be good,” you pant out. “I’ll be patient, I promise.”

“That’s my good girl.” He draws his hand from the small of your back up between your shoulder blades, repeating the motion once, twice before pressing his hand into the side of your head and pressing it deep into the bed, nearly suffocating you. “I know you will, baby.”

He places the camera back on the nightstand, letting it clatter down before gripping the base of his cock and moving it to run the head through your slick folds, coating it in your creamy release. You mewl but try to keep still, burying your face into the mattress to muffle your disobedient noises. He takes note of your compliance and, to reward you, pushes past your entrance slowly, more so to get his dick wet before cumming rather than to be mindful of the ache that burns between your legs. A pitched gasp escapes your throat at finally having your request satisfied and your eyes flutter shut with the stretch of him against your walls.

“My God, this cunt was made for me,” he sighs, sinking deeper. “So wet and warm and fucking tight.”

With his cock sheathed to the very base, he stills before drawing his hips back and pulling nearly all the way out before slamming them forward in a violent rut, his dick reaching the far recesses within you and causing you to jolt forward on the bed.

“Gonna ruin this pussy, make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

He picks up his pace, his movements quick but his thrusts holding their same fervor. He’s hitting hard and fast and deep and all thoughts escape your mind as he abuses your hole. The squelching and slapping of skin on skin fills the room and reverberates off of the walls, his deep groans and grunts melding with your desperate moans and mewls into a hot soup of unabashed wantonness.

Suddenly, the hot crack of Edward’s palm against your ass rings within your ears before you actually feel it and as the sting begins to fester with a burn as you cry out, the pained sound dissolving into a moan.

“You like that, you little slut? You like when I hit you, punish you for being so dirty?”

You nod your head, cheek burning from the chafing friction of the sheets but your nonverbal response is cut short as he smacks you again, much harder than the first time.

“Words,” he demands.

“Yes!” You yelp. “Love it when you put me in my place!”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he chuckles, though there's no humor behind it. “Take this fucking cock, fuck it like the filthy whore you are.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you’re gasping out in between tormenting thrusts, so close to finishing but before you can reach the blinding light at the end of the tunnel he’s pulling out and you want to cry, your tear ducts stinging with the loss as a shameful whine passes your lips, almost like a sob.

“It’s okay, baby,” he soothes. “Just wanna see your tits while I fuck you.”

He flips your pliable body over once more so you’re lying on your back, head lolling, your brain dazed and vacant.

He guides his cock, the head brushing against your glistening clit. Despite having just been inside of you, the touch shocks you, thighs tightening before he delves back in, his technique now far more brutal than before, if even possible. Your bound wrists lay between the valley of your breasts, the mounds bouncing along your chest with the force of each of his savage, pistoning thrusts.

He grips your legs by the thighs and glides his hands up to the crooks of your knees, leaning forward to press your quads up against your stomach, folding you to breed a pleasurable stretch. With your legs spread out of the way and him relentlessly pounding into you, he’s reaching an untapped patch of nerves within you, the head of his cock tapping deeper and harder with each pull and push of his hips. You cry out at how incredible it feels, each thrust sending you closer to the edge and setting fireworks off behind your retinas. The pleasure feels too good to contain, you shut your eyes and indulge in his vicious pace, relishing in the rock of your body in tandem with his.

Before you can get too caught up in feeling yourself, his hand finds your jaw, wrenching your face forward. The latex of his gloves squeaks as he tightens his hold and digs his fingers into the plush flesh of your cheeks.

He growls out a ‘look at me’ and you force your eyes to lazily flutter open, labored breaths puffing out past your pursed lips.

With your attention on him, he leans in and berates you, “Look at you, all spread out like a desperate little whore, all for me.”

You whine and writhe as he continues his bullying.

“That’s right, hmm? Just a dumb fucking slut that loves my cock?”

As he says this, he shoves his hips forward and causes your breath to stutter. His cock feels like it's clogging your throat with how deep it reaches and you do your best to answer his question, nodding your head against his resolute grip.

“Say it,” he pushes, gritting through his mask and teeth. “Tell them how much you love how I fuck you.”

You keen as his pace refuses to wither, your brain malfunctioning at just the prospect of answering his simple question. His hand readjusts and lowers so that it’s near to entrapping itself around your throat.

“C’mon, baby, tell them how much you love being used,” he chides, impatient. “We don’t have all day.”

With a particularly rough thrust of Edward’s hips and the euphoric feeling brought on by his hand constricting your airway, the tears that once gathered along your waterline fall over your cheeks as you cry out in a gasped sob.

“Mmm! Yes! I lo-ove it!” You hiccup. “I love how you use me! Love how you show me off!”

He laughs, and drags his hand down from your neck to grope your breast with an ungentle grip, squeezing one more time before lifting his hand to cradle your cheek, thumb pushing your tears away only to smear the wetness across your temple.

“I know, puppy,” he stutters out, very obviously near his end. “You’ve been so good for me and the viewers, I think she deserves a reward, don’t you agree?”

The chat floods with responses of consensus, each anonymous hermit behind a computer screen or otherwise hoping to indulge in the sight of you unraveling beneath who they knew to be their leader, their God.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby, go ahead and cum for me, wanna feel you choke my cock.”

You do as you're told, the pressure building up to a rolling boil as your body seizes and stutters with the feel of him inside you drawing you to your blinding end, crying out to the four walls as your back curls off of the bed. As your pussy throbs and convulses in spasms around Edward’s cock, he groans thickly and keels over you, catching himself on his hand as his hips stammer and start to become erratic. He releases a whiny, pitched moan when you feel his hot load spurt into you, the warmth of it heating you from the inside out as you sigh into the mattress.

You’re both panting like wild dogs caught in a heat wave, attempting to regain your lost breath. He slumps over you, the heat of his exhales clouding the saran wrap behind his glasses and mask. After a moment of calm, he leans back and pulls his softening dick out, his release crawling out of your hole and dripping onto the wrinkled and bunched up sheets. He grabs the camera and angles it to display your still convulsing hole.

“Isn’t that a sight?” he wonders aloud, muttering beneath his shallow breath.

He tuts and pushes two fingers into your cunt, gathering what spills over your asshole so he can push it back in. The breach causes you to shiver with overstimulation before relaxing back against the pillows. He takes his cum-laden fingers and reaches them towards your open mouth, bringing the camera along so it only shows your lips and chin.

“Suck,” he commands.

You lean up and take his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits and moaning against the bitter taste of your combined juices.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he pulls his fingers away.

You fall back against the few pillows beneath you, your eyelids starting to grow heavy as your head lulls against the cushions. Edward turns the camera towards him, holding the lens much too close to his face as he thanks the audience and ends the live, placing the camcorder back on the nightstand and shutting the laptop with a gentle click.

He begins undoing his getup; putting his glasses aside, pulling the mask over his head, and tossing it to the floor before unfurling the near-suffocating wrap from his head. With his features uninhibited, he places his glasses back on and starts consciously climbing over your body.

“You did so good for me,” he whispers against the skin of your neck, nuzzling his face there before slithering his arms under your back and squishing you against him. “I’m sure everyone loved you.”

You giggle at his needy, cat-like affections, “Baby, I wanna touch you.”

“Oh, right! Let me get that for you.”

He unties the jersey cloth from your wrists and tosses the scrap piece of fabric across the room. Edward runs his thumbs back and forth over the tender indentation that runs along your wrists, soothing the skin with his warm touch and the sympathetic press of his lips. Once he’s finished, you wind your arms around his neck and reach to thread your fingers into his russet locks, scratching close to the nape and behind his ears. He smiles that goofy grin down at you and despite the effort it takes, you lean up to kiss him.

“God, I miss doing that when you wear your mask,” you sigh as you separate, uncurling his strands from your fingers to rest your hand against his cheek.

“Me too,” he assures you, turning to kiss the wrinkled palm of your hand. “But we can’t have the GPD finding us out can we?”

“Nope,” you say with a disconcerting smile. “But it’s a good thing that when the cameras are off, I get you all to myself.”

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merrilldidnothingwrong · 3 years

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An idea I have for my version of DAII. There are two sets of Hawke twins and all four of them survive. (Original, I know) However, when Bethany is taken to the Circle, Garrett joins Carver in the Templars to keep an eye on her. But here's the catch, Garrett is also a mage. So he has to keep his true nature on the downlow for years, which causes him a lot of stress. To the point that he has grey temples when Anders blows up the Chantry, something Garrett had helped with by telling Anders what time there would be the least amount of people inside of it. His first hand experience fed his anger of the Chantry and Templars' treatment of mages, so he was more than happy to help Anders start the rebellion. However, during his time there, he and Carver make a helpful discovery. If a mage takes lyrium like a Templar, it not only makes their spells much more powerful, (Think the effect of Sozin's Comet on fire-benders) makes them extremely resistant to the abilities of Templars. To the point that it would take roughly 250 of them to fully cancel on of them out. This knowledge wouldn't necessarily be new. Both Tevinter and the Chantry are aware of it. The former's mages use it all the time instead of their Templars, and is the reason why Tevinter mages pose such a threat to southern Thedas' Templar forces. While the latter has the information be a tightly kept secret that is never allowed to in the Circles in written or oral form. I feel this would be a good explanation why the mages in Hawke's group are able to combat Templars no issue. That and the fact Anders helped train them to be Arcane Warriors. Obviously, Garrett and Carver will suffer from withdrawal once they leave Kirkwall, since they were taking the substance for four years straight.

Thoughts?

i both love it and hate it tbh

its a great idea story wise, i love all the siblings being alive. i just really, really hate the templars. but if anyone can join a group that brainwashes people, and resist it, its hawke. i do like the idea of an "inside man", and spying on them, the leaders meredith / elthina and especially cullen

one of the downfalls is that it would be (moreso) triggering for anders, having a templar friend / love interest

but it makes sense that hawke would be a mage and they would'nt notice, bc they are incompetent and hawke is just that smooth lmao

and i also love THIS hawke being at skyhold. it would make such an improvement for inquisition (which imho is the worst DA game). anyway it would set up a great "templars are the bad guys, actually", and cullen SHOULD be judged by the inquisitor and NOT be the leader of the forces. get rid of that alleged "both sides are bad, actually" centrism which i despise

but yeah its mostly a great story, if you have a fic or more to add i'd be interested! (admin jesse)

#anti templar #chantry explosion #anti cullen #anti elthina #anti meredith #its still early and my brain isnt in full capacity #if i missed another downfall pls let me know

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that-homoerotic-blouse · 3 years

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30 Questions Meme

I was tagged by @goodtobealunatic and it made me so happy! It’s been a while since I filled one of these. Thank you!

Rules: Answer these 30 questions then tag 20 people you wanna get to know better.

1. Name/Nickname: Em

2. Gender: Error 404

3. Star Sign: Capricorn/Aquarius (look, I’m tired, I don’t care for horoscopes and all I know is that in some places the 20th is considered a Capricorn and in others it’s considered Aquarius, so to hell with it I’m both)

4. Height: 5’7”

5. Time: 23:25 pm

6. Birthday: 20/01

7. Favorite Band: uhhh gonna say Queen, cause their vibe and the stylistic variety of their music is simply dazzling, but I must confess I’m not one for bands, I usually listen to soundtracks or instrumental music mainly

8. Favorite Solo Artist: umm David Bowie, I guess? Again, his vibe and his style are majestic and he’s got a lot of songs about space :)

9. Song currently stuck in your head: none and THANK GOD FOR THAT

10. Last movie watched: The Prince of Egypt (1998) because it’s a visual masterpiece and the music makes me cry :’)

11. Last show watched: Doctor Who (I’m halfway through my season 4 rewatch heheh)

12. When I created this blog: May 2014

13. What I post: mostly RTD era Doctor Who stuff (which remains one of my longest hyperfixations to date), things to do with David Tennant, Much Ado, Good Omens, my favorite films and other random stuff, but also activism, intersectional feminism, lgbtq+ and gender related stuff

14. Last thing I googled: Gävle Goat (because my adhd brain suddenly went WAIT IS THIS THE GOAT THAT BURNS EVERY YEAR at 1am)

15. Other blogs of yours: nope! No sideblogs no nothing, this baby here is my personal dumpster, a true clusterfuck of stuff

16. Following: 250

17. Do you get asks?: Sometimes? More like rarely, but I love answering them anyway so please don’t be shy ;)

18. Why you chose your URL: skdjjfhjfvkfndvk to be completely honest I’m not sure, I’ve had the same URL since I first logged onto this site in the ancient year of our Lord 2014 and haven’t changed it (although I’m considering it). I suppose what my baby teen self wanted to convey was that I was an overly dramatic flamboyant little gay, which still stands true as of today ;)

19. Lucky number: none I guess? When I was younger though I used to believe that the number my name occupied on the school class list gave me luck, which was at first 9 and then 12 in high school, but I gave that up a long time ago

20. Followers: 821

21. Average hours of sleep: 7 or 8 almost every night, because I’m basically glued to the sheets if I get any less. However it takes me an awful long time to fall asleep (lmao) so it could be between 6 and 7

22. Play any instruments: oohhhohoh no definitely not, it’s been a long time since I abandoned learning music and decided to simply enjoy it (but I used to play the violin when I was little)

23. What’re you wearing: grey sweatpants, black V-neck t-shirt and my favorite socks :3

24. Dream job: ideally, something related to acting or in the creative industry

25. Favorite food: POTATOES, POTATOES IN ALL THEIR SHAPES AND FORMS ARE EXQUISITE ... or alternatively, something with cheese and tomato, like pasta or pizza

26. Nationality: European (lol) that’s all you need to know

27. Favorite song: aaaaaa but that’s an impossible question! It’s like counting drops in the ocean! I can tell you one I’ve been listening to recently because of nostalgia though, We go Where No one Goes by Jonsi

28. Last song you listened to: Run Boy Run by Woodkid

29. Last book you read: hmmmm I haven’t read anything properly in ages (*ashamed screech*), but for academic purposes the last one I read was Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell, and I’m also just starting Beautiful Chaos, which is a DoctorDonna novel and it looks great so far :)

30. 3 fictional universes you’d love to live in: kjdskcdhcbkds this is the question that provides me with all the daydream scenarios. But just three? Okay let’s see: Doctor Who!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (YES PLEASE) !!!!!!!!!!!!!, How to Train your Dragon (DRAGONNNSS) and perhaps ATLA because I’ve always wanted to waterbend ^^

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years

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Hey so that Dainsleif quest huh 👀

[Spoilers for those who haven't played it yet ofc]

These are just some disorganized initial thoughts for your consideration:

So I'm pretty sure his "travel companion" that he keeps mentioning is our twin

Does that mean our twin has gone to the exact same places as we've been going?? Dainsleif seemed to be familiar with all the locations we visited in Mondstadt but I suppose that could've been from an even earlier journey

And the possibility that the Abyss is trying to mislead us bc we hadn't encountered any abyss mages since Dvalin 🤔🤔🤔 what do they want??? We know (kinda) that our twin is watching our progress and that they're the prince/princess of the Abyss so like are they trying to keep us from getting in the way of their plans so as not to accidentally hurt us? Though something tells me we're gonna get tangled up in it one way or the other lmao

Dainsleif said that his goal is to oppose the Abyss so perhaps he's got his own secret plans to try to stop our twin (as is also supported by what he said at the end of the mortal travails video about proving ourselves worthy of stopping "her"/Lumine probably)

Also turns out I'd been pronouncing his name wrong the whole time lmao I had been saying dains-leaf instead of dains-lif

No Vision as confirmed by his full character model

Also his eyepatch is more of a phantom of the opera mask lmao

Important observation he looks like post timeskip Dimitri from a distance when I had to meet him in Dvalin's Lair I legit thought he was Dimitri for a sec XD

Anyway those were my thoughts about the new quest lmao my internet was cutting out the whole time while I was trying to play like dsfkdksjf pls I just wanted to talk to blond eyepatch man

Important part of this post:

I took a lot of pictures of Dainsleif if you want to use them as references (or appreciation). The pictures are under the read more tag so if you don’t want spoilers, don’t read anything and skip to the read more.

Also, he calls you and your sibling “idiots” through money.

He asks for 500 mora and (this is probably just a coincidence but considering Zhongli tips Xiangling 888 mora I’m sus). The number 250 [二百五] or ( èr bǎi wǔ) means “idiot”.

If someone calls you 250, they can say (nǐ shì wǔ bǎi) or “You are [250]”. But if you give someone 500, this can be taken as saying two people are stupid (250 + 250 = 500). I mean, that’s probably not how it works but I think it’s funny to imagine Dainsleif being too polite to call us stupid.

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I know right? When I saw the leak for it and seeing it confirmed in patch notes, I was so confused. Wha-Why are you here so early? I wasn’t expecting you for another 5 years at least. I’m happy to see you and your beautiful model in game but at the same time I was so worried that we were going to get crumbs of interactions. Same thing with Guizhong in Zhongli’s story quest. Genshin please...finish your stories (that’s fucking hilarious coming from me considering I still have a part 2 to Childe that I need to write), but I’m honestly just happy that he’s in the game. But yes 👀👀 more lore food.

You know, I was talking about the archons a bit with @maagdalen and, I may have been misunderstanding or reading the wrong message, but they brought up the idea that what if the archons’ personality is based on their regions country's? So for example, Venti’s personality adopts the German mentality because Mondstadt was modelled after Germany? Obviously, I have no idea if that’s true because I’m not from or am German but in the context of Liyue and Zhongli. I can definitely see some sort of connection.

But some food for thought:

“But cyro archon is very viable since she's suppose to be a kind hearted person that needed to be cold for the sake of freedom. or peace. something like that.”

“Sorry, but this is stupidly Russian style. No matter what you say, people will always be dissatisfied. Of course it's not that bad...but it's something to think about.“

But yess, @svnflowery said the same thing. That Dainsleif was Lumine’s “guide” the same way Paimon is our guide. I actually think that’s an interesting idea. That Lumine has gone to the exact same places as we’ve been through. It actually makes me wonder (since we can play as both her and Aether), that Lumine went through the same story line as Aether. She met Venti, Zhongli, everything that’s happening right now. She’s already been through, then when she reached the Khaenri’ah chapter she failed. So she decided to spin the clock back and change destiny. I mean, this is me spit balling and I don’t think this happened but it’s something to think about.

You know funny enough, hasn’t Venti been asleep for a while? Either way, he doesn’t really strike me as the type that truly wants to be an Archon. He says in his voicelines as well that “that’s a problem for Mondstadt to deal with”. So it would be easier for the Abyss Order to mess some things up. While Zhongli has been alive for 6000 years and I highly doubt Abyss Order can do anything to him haha. If we’re going on that “Lumine has already been through this journey” she could be trying to re-make or lead us on the same path.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Dainsleif was our guide, then when Lumine spun the clock back and aligned herself with the abyss, that’s when they split. That could be a reason why he’s trying to oppose the abyss order but really I think it’s because the Abyss Order’s goal is to basically set the world on fire (or something like that). I always pronounce character names wrong and I don’t understand why people make such a big deal out of it. You know who I’m talking about, my pronunciation isn’t completely shit to the point you don’t know. So why do you keep yelling at me??

Also. The most important part of his quest was it was “Aether’s version” of the “We will be reunited” trailer.

It even showed the crushed dandelion flower and the ruin guard footprints. IT’S OUR SISTER.

I knoww, I was searching for his vision and got weird pics but that’s alright, I LOWKEY HATE THE OPERA MASK SO MUCH. GIVE ME ACTUAL MASK. THERE GOES THE “SEPERATE COLOURED EYE” ART OF KHAENRIAH PEOPLE. Yo, knock off Dimitri let’s go.

I love Dainslief’s english voice but I hate Xiao’s en voice. What a dilemma. I usually play in chinese but wow does Dainslief sound old. Jp is slightly better but I hear grandpa vibes. Korean isn’t bad and I actually don’t mind korean xiao so korean we shall go. It’s weird. I like Dainsleif english voices, Xiao chinese voice, paimon korean voice haha. Jp is usually just good all around but I have preferences. But tyty for telling me your thoughts! I’d love to hear about the Xiao quest that just dropped. Beautiful boy