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babbushka · 4 years
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Hi hi 😁 I come before you humbly with my first ever Sinday request. If you’re feeling up to it, I would love to read about Mob Kylo taking us on a very lavish vacation, sexual shenanigans are an optional yet welcomed addition. He did promise us a trip to Paris in Each Eye, afterall!
(1.4k, PIV sex, dirty talk, attempts for pregnancy/pregnancy talk, multiple orgasms, come as lube, sloppy sex)
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You’re curled up together in bed, one bright sunny afternoon. The streets of Paris bustle below you, you can hear the traffic sounds as people drive and bike and walk all over, off to destinations unknown. You don’t envy them, don’t envy their hurry. On vacation like this is the only time Kylo ever allows himself to lounge about in bed like this, and you don’t dare break that spell.
You face one another, the blankets and sheets low on your hips, the majority of your bodies exposed to one another. He’s so handsome, you smile to yourself as you curl your fingers through his sweaty hair, enjoy the way his chest splotches red with the effort of just having fucked you awake. It’s noon, and so far the only thing you’ve done today is have sex -- not that you’re complaining.
“I don’t want to leave.” You sigh as you shuffle yourself closer to him, his palm trailing up and down your side. You lay your head on his pillow, kiss him softly, sweetly.
“I know.” Kylo replies, voice deep deep deep but soft. He can’t keep his eyes off of you, can’t keep his hands off you either.
“Do you think we could extend the reservation? Just for a few more days?” You bat your lashes, and he chews his lips. You can’t stay too long, not too much longer than you already have. It’ll look suspicious, it’ll look like you’re running away from something.
You know by now that there must be an investigation launched for the death of his sister, the brutal murder you orchestrated. The longer you distance yourself from it, the higher up on the suspect list you go, you know this. But still…still you can’t bare to think of leaving Paris, not yet.
“Whatever you want.” Kylo nods, kisses you chastely, sweetly, the little noises of your lips against his making you smile.
“You know what I want?” You whisper, pulling his hand away from your rib cage and guiding it down down down your body. He immediately caresses your stomach, wets his lips as you steal the breath from his lungs with, “I want what you promised. I want you to fuck a baby into me. I’m not leaving Paris without it.”
You hadn’t been lying to the Rabbi when you told him you wanted to get knocked up. It hadn’t been a lie at all, and your efforts to conceive hadn’t been for nothing. You wanted a baby, you wanted Kylo’s baby, and he had never been more excited about any other idea in his life – possibly second only to marrying you.
You and Kylo had been to Paris enough, you’ve seen all the sights, that wasn’t what this trip was about. No, this trip was both an alibi and an excuse to have sex all day, every day for a week straight. More than a week, your mind reminds you, as Kylo rolls over on top of you with a bruising kiss. Ten days of nearly non-stop sex, ten days of sweat and moans and come.
He pushes his hard cock into you easily, so easily, for the third time that day. The sound it makes is obscene, you’re still soaked from earlier, but neither of you give a shit. Kylo could fuck you forever if he gets the chance, and on vacations like this, that chance is practically handed to him on a silver platter. He thrusts up into your pussy and watches as his own come oozes out around him, mouth dropping open at the sight.
“Oh fuck,” Kylo wastes little time building up a rhythm, the slick squelch of your cunt music to his ears, your body relaxing and taking him all the way up to the hilt. Kylo moans, and you moan, the two of you drunk off the feeling of one another as he calls out you rname, “(Y/N).”
“Say my name honey, I want to hear it – whose pussy do you love?” Your arms wrap around his strong shoulders, as he moves faster, as his hips smack against yours. You’re both wet, sticky, but you don’t care, you want it, want all of it, want him and his big hard cock as it fills you.
“Yours! Yours – (Y/N) – precious, baby, oh fuck, (Y/N).” He moans and groans and grunts as the head of his cock knocks right up against your cervix, as he grinds and rolls his pelvis against your pussy. He’s supporting himself so he doesn’t crush you, but you’re clinging so tight to him that your back is lifted clean off the mattress with the way your legs have wrapped around his waist, your arms around his shoulders.
“K-Kylo yes, yes right there! Harder, harder honey you can go harder please go harder.” You babble in his ear, and he listens, always listens to you.
He pauses just long enough to detangle you from his body, flip you onto your stomach and grab so tight onto your hips, his cock ramming into your cunt from behind with so much force that the headboard smacks against the wall. Your shoulders drop forward and your pussy clenches around his cock, ass in the air as you take a pounding that has your body shuddering, trembling underneath him.
“Good?” Kylo grunts out, watching as his come from earlier drips and drools down your thighs. He scoops it up with his fingers and shoves it back inside you as he fucks you, your pussy taking his fingers and his cock together with ease, and the sight makes him almost want to black out.
“So good, so fucking good – ah! Oh, oh, right there, Kylo!” You beg beg beg, your shoulder blades pinching in as you rock back against his cock, meeting his every thrust with movement of your own, chasing your pleasure again and again and again.
He’s so thick, you feel like you can taste it, can feel it creeping up your throat with how much he fills you. You don’t know how long he fucks you like this, with your face shoved into the pillow, your mouth biting and sucking on the corner of it, wishing it were his fingers, his cock, anything. You don’t know how long he pounds into you, but as he does your eyes roll back and you sob out hot salty tears of pleasure, screaming his name, screaming it loud enough that all of Paris must hear.
He comes hard, head right up against your cervix, nudging it and making you whimper and whine from the sting of pleasure pain as you orgasm so hard that your body convulses under him.
“I think that did it.” Kylo pants even as his hips still rock into you, still pushing out come, making you hiccup and shake.
“You think so?” You can barely speak, can barely feel your mouth moving as stars and spots dance across your vision.
“Mhm, I feel it, I know I can.” He rubs your stomach, as if willing it into reality, refusing to pull out as he milks his cock for every drop that he can, wanting this, wanting to give you this. He’s nearly delirious as he bends forward and kisses your face, licks up your tears and whispers, “I love you like this.”
“What, filled to the absolute brim with your come?” You mumble with a big grin, wriggling your ass against him playfully, high up on cloud nine.
“No,” Kylo kisses you, sighs sweetly against your lips as he rolls you over, careful not to pull out. He grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips, pushes your legs back against your stomach the way the doctor told him, clarifying, “Happy.”
“I’m always happy honey, always when I’m with you.” You beam up at him, put a sweaty hand on his cheek and he turns to kiss your palm.
Then, still with his cock inside you, he leans over to the nightstand and picks up the phone, waiting a few seconds for the front desk to pick up.
“This is Mr. Ren in suite 403, we’d like to extend our time here by another week, if at all possible.” He says, before hanging up.
The second the phone is on the receiver once again, you’re laughing and grinning, filled with joy as he covers your face with eager kisses, determined to give you everything you could ever ask for.
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iamakiller · 3 years
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Hello Charlie & Beautiful face behind Charlie, my question is incredibly important and absolutely needs to be asked... who is better, and why: Aragorn or Legolas?
Aragorn.
Because I said so.
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direnightshade · 3 years
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What are your favorite fics from @contesa-lui-alucard @barbers-glimmerin-darlin and @clydesducktape 👍
Favorite fics from @contesa-lui-alucard:
Brooklyn Bound
Snowy Shoot With Rick
Through My Viewfinder
Favorite fics from @barbers-glimmerin-darlin:
At the Touch of Your Hand (Part 1)
At the Touch of Your Hand (Part 2)
At the Touch of Your Hand (Part 3)
Movie Nights With Charlie
I live for any and all of E’s Charlie content.
Favorite fics from @clydesducktape:
ALL OF THEM. But if I must be specific...
Tigaanur
Kyr’bes
Night Moves
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star-killer-md · 4 years
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Oooof #34 from the angst prompts has me feeling a certain kind of way, I could imagine that coming up in a Kylo conversation. Thank you so much for allowing prompt requests! I look forward to reading your work ☺️💕
Hey babe! Thank you so much for the request, I’m sorry it took forever but I was trying to come up with the perfect scenario for this prompt and it just struck me. I know you mentioned you enjoyed the last one shot I did with Mobster!Kylo and lawyer!reader, so I used those two for this as well. I hope you like it!
(side note: Kuruk, the named driver here is one of the Knights of Ren, I figured in this universe they’re like his hired goons or something similar)
Prompt: “Hurts.” “I know. It’s going to hurt some more, okay? Deep breaths. Im sorry- I’m so sorry-”
Warnings: gun violence, injured reader, blood mentions 
Word Count: 500
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“Drive faster!”
You can barely hear Kylo’s voice over the ringing in your ears. That’s one thing the movies don’t get right, gunshots are much louder in person. 
His massive hand is pressed against the meat of your calf, expensive suit jacket balled in his fist as he tries to staunch the flow of blood pouring out of the ragged hole in your flesh. You’re on his lap, warm blood leaking down your leg and soaking his pants as he shouts and you groan against the awful, burning sensation that’s radiating from your wound. 
It happened so quickly and your memories were a jumble of Kylo’s office door slamming open and yelling and then your feet being knocked out from under you. 
You groaned into his chest as the car sped down city streets, Kuruk dodging traffic and stop lights at every turn. 
“Hurts,” you hiss through gritted teeth. 
Kylo’s hand on back slipped up to hold you more securely to him, the other on your calf applied still more pressure to the throbbing skin. 
“I know,” his voice sounded far away and strained like you’d never heard it before, “It’s going to hurt some more.”
You nodded and buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne and trying not to gag as it mixed with the overwhelming taste of blood in your mouth. Your head feels foggy and unfocused as it lolls against him, your lungs are stuttering with every inhale. 
“Deep breaths,” you hear him say and you try but it’s so hard. 
You’re having a hard time focussing on anything, but it’s Kylo and even bleeding out in the back seat of his car as he rushes you to the emergency room, you still feel an intrinsic need to please him. So you try and listen for his heartbeat and sync your breathing to the steady rhythm of it. Three beats every breath for as long as you can manage. 
“I’m sorry—so sorry,” he whispers into your hair. 
You barely register it, and you think it must just be the blood loss, must be some cruel figment of your trauma riddled imagination. His hands shaking under you and the subtle jolt of his shoulders, and the feeling of soft lips on your forehead must be too. 
Because you’ve never known Kylo Ren to apologize for anything. 
Oh well, maybe you’d ask him when all this was over. 
If you'd be around then, that is. 
Then the Kuruk was skidding the car to a halt and you could feel Kylo lifting you from the back, bounding steps into a white walled abyss with too many fluorescent lights. And you tried to keep the sound of his heartbeat in the forefront of your mind as you were swept out of his arms and onto something much colder. 
And you pried your eyes open just enough to see him standing at the end of the long, hospital corridor, silk jacket dripping red splashes all over the linoleum and eyes wide as the door shut behind you.
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mariesdameron · 3 years
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Alright Marie, let’s chat about RP! Which RP blogs are you keeping tabs on these days?
Contesa,
Thank you for stopping by! I love seeing you pop on my feed. You are a wonderfully sweet, talented person.
Okay, RP BLOGS!
Papi and Cat Lady ( @father-garupe & @millenialcatlady)
The ROMANCEEEEEEEEEEE and intensity of emotions in their interactions have me screaming.
Doll & Clyde ( @sacklersdoll & @killersmileclyde)
If you are not following along with this Bonnie and Clyde storyline, you should be. It's such a rollercoaster.
Marie and Sackler ( @adamsackleractor)
I had to put my love on here because they are amazingly talented and I adore the ‘Day in the life’ production we are putting on...
@thephillipaltmanadagency and @butyoudidthis4what
The interactions between these two are so refreshing; funny, sexy, creative, and fun!
William McTavish ( @williammctavish)
Has just come out of left field with the romance and I am LIVING for it. He is still providing some quality sex scenes with some and really digging into creating some stories; the sweetness coming out of him is making me swoon. (I am also biased because I am currently being swooned by him.)
Jude ( @hungryheartsjude)
Is killing me. They are so sweet and wonderful at writing this character. I think if you need a fill of sweet and adorable you can find it here. Paterson has his work cut out for him for being the sweetest RP blog. ( I am kidding, I absolutely love you Paterson) But really, I am becoming a Jude fan because of my sweet roleplay with this blog.
Dark Detective ( @yourdarkdetective )
Is so grumpy and sassy but recently seems to be diving into weaving some stories with people coming to his asks, so I am enjoying seeing that transformation.
Pale ( @vsop1987)
Is so, so, so talented in writing. I can’t get over how well the dialogue is done and the complete embodiment of the character.
Supreme Leader Kylo Ren ( @supremeleaderandprincekyloren )
I have been watching this blog from afar for a while and I have to say they are very, very good. I enjoy reading through their responses. Maybe I will reach out at some point, I am intimidated by the Kylo RP blogs. Because Marie just wants to fall to her knees instantly in front of Kylo ‘fucking’ Ren. 
I also still love and check the blogs often of:
@yourpaterson, @lumberjack00fantasies, @ronniepeterson, @bigbadwolffz, @wolfmanclyde, @mr-minnihan
And last but certainly NOT least.
I am a fangirl of @iamakiller and of course @direnightshade. I am eagerly awaiting phase two of Charlie’s time here with us all. I am hoping for the pits of whores.. erm. I mean.. I can’t wait to hear more about his domestic bliss.
Final thoughts: I am so grateful for the needed distraction and fun that everyone has brought with these blogs. I know I have said this many times but its been such a happy part of my days. I appreciate each and every one of you and the time and wonderful writing you have put out for all of us.
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tendermiasma · 4 years
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I’ve been following you on Twitter forever, I found you through your amazing castlevania work. Today I saw kylux art on here, and saw that it was from you??? And I was like, how did I not know you drew kylux?!? I had one of those Galaxy brain moments. Anyway, your art is amazing, is what my point is.
Oh it’s been years since I did any swars, it’s not really in the rotation anyway! And thank you so much, I’m so happy you enjoy the show and my drawings :)
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father-garupe · 3 years
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Good morning Father! I don’t mean to show up unannounced but I couldnt help but notice something about the beautiful photo you just shared... Is the chapel always so empty? You don’t always worship alone, right?
A lovely morning to you as well Contesa! Please don’t apologize, you’re welcome anytime. I assure you the church is not always so empty. Many people prefer to come in the evenings on Saturdays, thought it is my first week of services, so I’m expecting a much smaller turnout than usual. As for my personal worship, I am the only priest stationed at this sanctuary so apart from the nuns when they stop by, I tend to spend most days on my own.  
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agentsevier · 4 years
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Hello Agent Sevier, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Contesa. I can’t say I’m not curious, are you here on business, or for pleasure?
Always both, Contesa. It’s impossible to separate one from the other.
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clydeluckylogan · 4 years
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“Sweetness?” Clyde calls softly, “What can I do?” You wrap your arms tightly around his waist, cheek pressed against his broad chest, and close your eyes. Clyde wraps his left arm around your shoulder blades, his right hand coming up to run his thick fingers through your hair. “There now Sweetness, it’ll be alright,” he coos, before tipping up your chin towards him and placing a soft kiss on your lips, “I’ve got ya.” [Hope you feel better, I had a rough day too :( ]
I’m so soft. I love this. 
I hope you feel better soon. I’m sorry to hear you had a rough day!
Also, I love your Sip Of Sunshine fic. I’ve been reading it weekly on AO3. 🥺
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quiteanabyss · 3 years
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Hi my friend, I come bearing several asks from that meme list you reblogged, if you would be so kind as to answer them! 2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?, 5. Share one of your strengths., and 29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
Hi Contesa.  Thank you for your ask.  I would love to answer the questions.
2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
Oh man, so many.  I think the major ones that come to mind are either A/B/O or something exploring the D/S dynamic.  
5. Share one of your strengths.
I put my heart and soul into everything I write.
This is also my weakness.
29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
Embarrassingly, nothing is coming to mind.
I would actually rather remix fic, rather than write a prequel or sequel.  I participated in a remix project in a previous fandom, and it was an awful lot of fun.  You take a fic that already exists, and put your own spin on it.  How cool is that?
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babbushka · 4 years
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It’s good to have you back, my friend ☺️ Would it be cool to ask for a headcanon? I don’t even know what for to be honest, I’m just happy to see you lol Maybe Mob Kylo or Bond villain Kylo, aaand something fluffy? Maybe a movie night, how do they like their movie nights to go down? I don’t know, write whatever you want, I’ll enjoy it regardless lol
Thank you my dear friend! Please enjoy these Mob!Kylo headcanons :) 
(A lil NSFW but nothing too explicit) 
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Your Kylo’s not a normal man. You know it, he knows it, the entirety of of New York knows it. But still, it can be nice to pretend, to have a few glimpses into the life of an average family. One of those glimpses, of those casual average evenings in, is by a movie night at the penthouse. 
He never picks the movie, he doesn’t care. Whatever you want to watch he’ll be fine with -- because he isn’t going to pay attention to the movie anyway, he’s going to be paying attention to you. 
It’s almost a game you both play, a quiet, unspoken game. Whoever can last the longest through the movie without grabbing the others’ face and cradling their head in a searing kiss wins. 
Kylo always loses. 
It’s the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you laugh at a comedy, or the way your mouth drops open in fear at a horror movie. It’s the way your breathing stutters during a romance, or when you groan in distaste at badly written action flicks. 
He can’t help it, wanting to push you back on the couch, get himself situated above you and hold your face in his hands while he makes out with you. 
Your grin against his teeth embarrasses him a little, because he knows he’s got such little patience. But you make out with him right back, encourage him to let his hands wander.
And he does, while the light from the screen flashes softly across your body, he’s mesmerized by the contours and shadows that play on your stomach, your chest, your throat, he traces them all, whines into your mouth.
You aren’t so sure when the last time you watched a movie all the way through was, couldn’t remember a movie from beginning to end, because of these very welcome interruptions and distractions, as he kisses and touches you, makes you come, makes you sigh and moan and grin grin grin.
And when the credits begin to roll neither of you pay any mind, too wrapped up in being close with one another. 
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iamakiller · 4 years
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Hello again Charlie, I am very much enjoying reading your interactions with everyone, you have quite the lovely sense of humor. May I ask what it is about someone that makes you want to... “take care” of them? Perform your art on them? I’m not quite sure how best to word it, but I think you’ll understand what I mean.
finn-ray-nal-beads
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oh charlie my love do prefer your victims to be obedient and take everything you give them or do you like the chase? them being a huge brat? defiant? hard to catch? i think i’d be a bad girl just to rile you up 🤤.
emeraldsiren19
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Curious but do you have a criteria list of what your victim should meet (physical description or a personality type) or is it just random based on whomever you don't want to deal with anymore?
Anonymous said:
do you prefer someone resilient to your charm, or someone more easily caught?
Your interest in this subject is purely academic, isn’t it?
You just love psychology.
You’re fascinated by the human mind.
You’d love to understand what could possibly motivate a killer.
If you know, then maybe you can avoid a terrible fate.  You won’t end up as another face on a Missing poster, or a Jane Doe dragged out of the Hudson, bloated and unrecognisable from being in the water for days. You don’t want that, do you?
In the darkest hours of the night, you don’t fantasize about being cornered by a sinister stranger in an alley, and what might happen next.
You’ve never imagined being the centre of his attention, his only obsession; the perfect victim he’ll never forget.
That certainly wasn’t you watching The Ted Bundy Tapes with your fingers stuffed in your cunt and a vibe on your little clit. Feeling so, so dirty, and so, so good.  Was it?
Because your interest is purely academic.  Isn’t it?
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yourdarkdetective · 3 years
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@contesa-lui-alucard​ Well he’s not the size of my whole body is he? That’s why he’s mini trust me brat he’s bigger than could fit in your mouth.
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lavenderursa · 3 years
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Hi friend ☺️ I hope you’re having a lovely evening. Can you answer 🥛Milk and 🍄Mushroom, please?
Hello m’dear!
It’s a good night full of baking and grumpy men. lol
🥛 Milk: What is a food you find comforting when you are sad?
Brown Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies, or really any baked good with browned butter and my mother makes this weird noodle casserole that just eases me. She made it for me when I first moved out, and it always reminds me of her. 
🍄 Mushroom: What is a quote you find comfort in?
"It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live." ― Albus Dumbledore
I know it’s cheesy and played out to quote HP but this quote has grounded me so many times and kept me from spiraling. 
Thank you for taking a moment to ask!
Cottagecore Asks
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mariesdameron · 3 years
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Tell me what you and Sackler like to do for fun, Marie. Please ☺️❤️
Well, we enjoy snuggling on the couch watching old films. He likes whispering the dialogue in my ear as we munch on our Chinese take out.
Sometimes, we hold hands as we walk around the city. We both appreciate bookstores and he is happy to follow me around the record store, as I pull out records, singing to him my favorite parts.
Dining out, reading in the park, bubble baths on Sundays, making stirfrys and I’ve been told to make sure to add in all the ‘fucking’ we do, everywhere...
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Thanks for stopping by, Tesa! Sending my love to you.
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daydreamsofren · 3 years
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Hey Meg! Would you rather date Edward from Twilight, or Eric from True Blood?
Oh @contesa-lui-alucard that is an easy decision. I would definitely pick Eric Northman. I’m surprisingly not a big Edward fan. He just never did it for me. ERIC, however, oooooo yesssss. He’s so TALL and when he wants something, he goes and takes it. Ughhh the way I would just worship him. Don’t even get me started on that little dungeon of his under Fangtasia. I suddenly have the urge to go watch True Blood again. Thank you very much for that! 
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Send me more, this is fun! 
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