#anon ask✨

[always-andromeda]

i just wanna cuddle with edward nashton 🥺

– 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh, me too, anon. in fact. this sent me on a little brainstorming session! you probably totally didn't expect a headcanons list from this but lmao I always have to go overboard so enjooooy. <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vague mentions of Edward's trauma, tooth-rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

Physical affection is foreign to Edward. He craves it more than anything else; desires to be known so deeply that when you finally try to give him just that, it freezes him up almost entirely.

It starts innocently enough.

You're watching television with him, only partially paying attention to the game show. It's far more engaging to watch Edward watch the show anyways.

His expression quirks every so slightly with each question. Head tilted, you can tell that he's deep in contemplation. Completely fixated on the screen. Barely blinking.

And you're so lost that you lean into him. You keep telling yourself that it's unintentional as your head rests carefully on his shoulder. 

Edward almost doesn't notice you at first. It isn't until your arms curl around his soft midsection that he realizes how close you'd gotten.

He lets out a nearly inaudible, "Oh," as you snuggle into his side. Brain going blank, he stays still for a few seconds.

He's struck by the warmth of your body. How your hands caress him over the fabric of his shirt. He feels each one of your fingers gently pressing into his skin. In that way, you play with the ripped seams of his soul. Your softness has a way of untangling the frayed threads, leaving them open to being weaved into some new design.

There are a few things he does when he finally comes back to his body. He closes his eyes and hopes that the moment etches itself on the back of his eyelids. Then his lean arms offer their own form of kindness as he awkwardly pulls you closer, almost into his lap.

Like a decades old couch in your grandmother's living room, you sink into Edward's body and he groans softly as he lets part of your weight anchor him to the earth.

A chuckle from deep in your throat escapes you. "Mmm, you're comfortable."

You mean I'm not repulsive? Edward wants to ask. But he doesn't.

He tries not to let that worried little voice take form in his head, but his own voice still cracks when he says, "Thank you." To which you laugh one more time.

Edward can be so terribly nervous sometimes over the most normal things. Your amusement quickly turns once you remember that it's probably because of his past; probably because he hadn't really known this simple, sweet sort of solitude. But you flip that thought again and resolve, then I'll make this normal for him.

At nearly the same time, Edward determines that he likes this. He likes the way that even among all of the chaos and darkness, he can have this equilibrium. As he kisses the top of your head tenderly he remembers that this moment belongs to him and him alone.

[justvir]

What do you think about MHA? I know it started to become more darker....

Oh hello there!

I started watching it when pandemic happened I can say that I'm not really a big fan, but I enjoyed watching it.

Yeah, lately MHA is becoming more darker, but I think that's what makes it more interesting. I know that at the beginning was important for the growth of the characters but for me was boring and a bit annoying...

At least that's my opinion 💭

[becca-e-barnes]

Ma’am, you are deviously incredible 🔥 We’re begging for an exploration of him saying “I love you” while fucking her like he doesn’t 🥹

My brain keeps picking up the storyline a few splendidly torturous hours in when her body’s completely spent & quivering & she’s a blubbering mess & that’s when he picks her up & takes his sweet time positioning her so she can limply yet eagerly watch their reflection has he finally gives her… exactly what her twitching body’s been craving. 🥵

I'm so glad you all enjoyed the thought of this as much as I did because I've been dying to expand on it 😵‍💫 (Part 1 here)

I like to imagine by that stage, he's absolutely desperate too though. He's got to feel your sweet little pussy clench and flutter around him, contracting so tight every time you cum that he swears it's going to be the end of him.

He's been too hard for too long, buried inside your body and he swears he's never felt you this wet or this hot before. It's been fucking luxurious, forcing you to cum against his fingers, feeling how your body's natural reaction is to coax him to drain his balls into you but that alone isn’t enough. He needs more than that.

He wouldn't admit it to you but he can't take any more. His balls feel like they're fizzing; overfull and beyond ready to flood your waiting, overstimulated body.

He arranges you gently, laying you on your front because he doesn't trust your trembling arms to support you. "That's it, good girl." He coos, hearing you whimper and sob pathetically because he needs to slip out of you to slide a pillow under your hips.

"You've made such a mess." He groans, taking a second to appreciate the delicious, inviting, slick little cunt he's about to indulge in. "You're dripping, sweetheart. God, I just know there's no way I'm going to be able to pull out."

His huge hands are gripping your hips and with one sharp, brutal thrust, he's back inside you and you both sob pathetically at the feeling of your bodies being joined again. This is exactly what you've needed but you don't have the words to tell him that. All you can do is whine and will your body not to cum again so soon.

"I meant. What I said earlier." He punctuates his sentence with soft groans, drawing back until he almost slips out of you before pounding back in.

He leans forward, tilting your chin up, making sure you can see the way he's fucking you in the mirror at the end of the bed.

"I love you. And I don't want you to forget that." He sounds sincere, one hand trailing up from the small of your back to right between your shoulder blades and then back down again. It feels intimate and tender but all that is forgotten by the very next thrust.

"I love you. But for now, you're just a mindless. Little. Drooling. Breedable. Cunt for me." He slows his thrusts down, determined not to cum so soon but it's going to be difficult to last until he gets the first couple of loads out of the way.

"Baby..." You whimper, feeling the tip of his cock nudge against your sweet spot, making you shake from overstimulation.

"I know sweetheart, I know. It's too much. But you're being so good for me. You're so perfect. How have no idea how you feel. So wet and warm and I can feel you fluttering around my cock. It's like you're trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me. Is that what you want? Because angel, I'll keep this delicious cunt stuffed full of load after load until I have nothing left to give you."

His thrusts are punishingly fast, thumping against your raised ass, half chasing his orgasm, half holding it back.

"And when I do, I'll remind you just how much I love you. And the baby I'm going to give you tonight."

With that thought, he can't stop himself from cumming, his dick twitching inside you as he shoots thick ropes of his seed right against your cervix. You're so cock-drunk you can only rut yourself millimetres back and forth but that's all you need to send yourself spiralling into another orgasm that leaves you trembling and sobbing.

"Fuck, you want that as much as I do, don't you?" He kisses the back of your neck, breathing you in while letting the euphoric rush subside. He notices he hasn't softened in the slightest despite such an intense orgasm but he knows he needs to be gentle with you for a moment before he can get any rougher.

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

★ IT'S MINE CHALLENGE:

*hehe here i came with a New motivational challenge 😈🙏🏻*

If you ever see something in a store, on Pinterest board, on Instagram, Tik tok, i want you to declare it as yours.

Decide it as yours and done, you have it.

But the 3d?

This challenge i created is for you to remove the mentality of "oh i don't have it" or "but i don't see it in the 3d"

The moment you decided it as yours then it is yours.

Remember: you have it in your 4d the moment you decide you have it, so keep persisting in that assumption.

Saw a cute bag in a store? Oh i have it, it's already mine.

Saved your desired phone on your Pinterest board? It yours.

Saw your desired face or nose in another girl? It's mine, i have it.

Saw your desired body on another girl? Lol I have the same body as her.

Don't not overthink, decide it's yours and move on with your life.

The challenge is supposed to be fun, no drainful, have fun getting your desires!

If you have Any questions regarding the Law of assumption check my pinned post, you'll find my "before sending me an Ask" and my masterlist.

Xoxo, Eli

[sylenth-l]

bungie feeding us Andal and Cayde lore this dlc 😭🙏

(Hunter journal lore) Cayde used to draw Andal?? romantic.

And a direct reference from Cayde? The fondness in his voice had me kicking my feet- I WANT MORE.

Ignore me fangirling over here

I DEMAND TO SEE THAT DRAWING

I hope Cayde's style of drawing Andal is on par with his style of writing about Andal

[bananadramaaa]

You draw them so amazingly. I LOVE your Mimzy!! And Alastor is perfection! I wonder how you would draw Lucifer in your style! (Biased cause he is my fave)

Here comes the booooooooy✨

[elizakai]

Eggnog Sans (2023) 2024

not sure what the context is for this but.. I SUPPORT! Eggnog sans 2024!

(nog by @xpau-official)

[mschismosa]

your yuri tgaa art is life changing

hi anon idk who you are but thank you from the bottom of my heart, ily, you've inspired me to draw today 🩷

[ratedfleur]

Oooh yay! Can I request nsfw links for Changkyun (I.M from Monsta X) please?

And since I’m a little new here, can I be the ✨ anon?

Tysm!!!

nsfw x links | monsta x IM edition

🚫: links below contain 18+ content.

📝: sorry this took so long, ✨ anonnie! it was oddly hard to find links that reminded me of changkyun 🙁

[link] most of the time, changkyun likes to fuck you by the mirror because then he could see the expressions that you try so hard to hide from him.

[link] when you once wore fishnets for your outfit, changkyun loved the look on you so he fucked you with the fishnets still on.

[link] he didn’t exactly like the sight of you slightly flirting with the members when he was sitting right across you, shooting daggers with his eyes so he knew exactly what he had to do — fuck you in the bedroom while the others were in the living room.

[link] he always liked fucking you in ways where you could only whine and moan as he fucked you, fingers busy rubbing your clit before changing positions which has you pulsing around his cock.

[link] changkyun always loved it when you moan and writhe in your sleep, clearly having a wet dream of some sorts so he tries to bring that pleasure into reality, touching you after he strips your clothes off of you.

© RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[oflights]

me: never pays attention to AO3 ship stats, generally doesn't care about trends, glad everyone's having fun, will just write what i like and hope it finds an audience somehow 😌😇🥰

also me seeing bloodweave in the top 50 on this:

[gyuwoncheol]

Seungcheol is the embodiment of that “when I tell you to sit on my face don’t just hover, f’ing sit on it” quote you can’t convince me otherwise ☺️

TW: oral sex (f. receiving), face sitting, pussy drunk! Cheol, dirty talk, use of pet names. 18+ only (MDNI).

Note: Anon, what have u done.

Tagging @multi-kpop-fanfics because i definitely was not plotting (luv u 😘)

“Princess, sit down.”

“I am!” You argue back, looking down at the face sandwiched in between your legs. Seungcheol’s blonde locks were sticking out in awkward places, his lips puffy from all the making out and pupils blown out it was almost all black.

“No, you’re not. You’re hovering!” He stated matter of factly. His large hands came to wrap around your things before pulling you down closer to his mouth but you resisted, anchoring yourself on the headboard.

Cheol’s never asked you to do this and when he mentioned it in the heat of the moment, you breathlessly said yes, but now that you’re actually here, you’re almost sure you’re going to suffocate him.

“Fuck,” you sucked in a deep breath when his wet tongue licked a bold stripe from your hole to your clit, making the filthiest slurping sound known to mankind.

“Feel good, baby?” You nodded with eyes shut, “it’ll feel even better if you just. sit. down. properly,” your boyfriend fought, annoyance in his tone.

“Cheol!” You shrieked when you felt your pussy envelope his mouth fully, lifting yourself up in haste but to no avail, “what if I suffocate you and you die?!”

A drunken smile graced your boyfriend’s features, “then that’s the best way to go.”

“Choi Seungcheol! I am serious! I don’t want to kill you!”

“And I’m fucking serious too! You won’t kill me, trust me okay?” There was a momentary look of softness and assurance on his face, letting you know he knew what he was doing and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen. But that look quickly morphed back to a scheming one, complete with an eyebrow raised at you. “Now, sit the fuck down, or I will tie your hands behind your back.”

[always-andromeda]

You also know Paul's the type of guy that when it's cold he'll pull your hands into his sleeves to warm them up. Or he'll have you wrap your arms around his waist so you can slip your arms under his sweater/cardigan and he can wrap you up completely in it with him.

– 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Okay, I got this ask after posting about Paul sweaters I'd like to steal and my brain automatically applied this concept with Eddie and I just...I'm sorry I like giving myself more work than necessary <3 anyhoo, thank you, anon, for implanting this thought in my mind because it makes me melt.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: literally 99% fluff and 1% angst, nothing else I can think of!

Being cold around Edward isn't something you can simply hide. If your teeth chatter or you tremble even a tiny bit, he notices quickly. And even quicker, he'll do something to rectify it. Because it's practically instinctual for him to protect you.

Especially on the subway at night. With both of your shifts ending quite late, he takes special care making sure that you'll both be safe navigating the underground. And naturally, as the night grows older and the rain comes down heavier, it gets colder.

And there's the benefit of his larger size; more body heat. Sure, his big jackets help, but they're nothing compared to the furnace at his core that only spreads warmth into the lining of his clothes.

He giggles nervously over how cold your hands are when you slip them around his waist, utilizing his sturdiness to stay upright through the rumble of the train. His hesitance is half his own awkwardness around intimacy and half residual worry. Because he'll always worry about you. Always be doting about how you should take care of yourself a bit more, especially with it being so cold and rainy in the city, lest you catch a cold. And regardless of how you try to tell him that you'll be fine, that doesn't quell the deep anxiety that picks at the back of his mind.

Because the cold is a slippery slope. One day you could be completely fine, the next you could be sick, and the next you could be in as bad of shape as the dozens of kids he grew up with. Before he knows it, he could be alone again. And at the end of the day, that's his nightmare. 

That black hole in his head that normally sucks up all the good from his life shrinks a little more as you continue to embrace him. Maybe one day it'll disappear entirely. It's an indulgent thought, one that makes him simply giddy. But it's hope. A hope that is more tangible than the false promises he was fed by politicians when he was a kid. He finds it strange that you can revive that innocent, unconditional trust he thought was long gone.

"Here," he mumbles, taking one of your hands and bringing it to the opening of one of his jacket sleeves. "Stick your arms up the sleeves. That way you can get warmer," he rasps. And he's glad that he buys his clothes a size or two bigger than he needs; because not only can the baggy material hide him, but also you.

With you tucked away in his puffy jacket, Edward is fully content. He places his chin on top of your head and hums as you nuzzle against him. Your hands rub small circles on his sore shoulders.

You groan at how he manages to engulf you in warmth, softness, and strength all at once. As much as your Edward underestimates himself, from your vantage point, you can only see him as your resilient and fierce protector. 

"That good?" he asks distantly, holding you to him and stroking your back.

You nod into his chest, and your voice comes out muffled, "Perfect."

[justvir]

Is your name Linda? Can I call you that? :3

Ah but of course! i have no problem in that! 💕

[inkly-heart]

How useful could four arms be for Ville? 👀

Very useful👌

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

I just read your "A deep dive into the subconscious mind" post and I just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT, but I still have one question. Do I need to ignore the 3D and live in 4D? cause I find that kinda hard since I'm terrible at visualizing 😔. Also hi Eli!

Hello dear!

Let's just say you don't need to ignore the 3d if they're literally in front of your face, just know that the 3d will change cause it has no choice but to give you your desires.

I advice you to read this post, it Basically explains the 4d and 3d really well.

Read this too.

Good Luck! And you're Welcome!♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

Xoxo, Eli

[vladdyissues]

He had it in him 💀