levi ackerman brainrot

This means:

If you draw a hard line between "drug" and "medicine" based on current legality where you live (or any other criteria) you've gone wrong somewhere,

If you think legality and/or prescription status tells you all you need about a substance's capacity to do massive harm to someone's body, mind or well-being you've gone wrong somewhere,

If you think legality and/or prescription status tells you all you need about a substance's capacity to contribute meaningfully to someone's healing, function or happiness you've gone wrong somewhere,

kinktober25 | day 21: forced orgasm | ao3 link | masterlist tags: knight!Levi/princess!reader, forced orgasm, masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism warnings: MDNI wc: 655

When Levi hears you moan the first time, he’s standing guard outside the door to your chambers – as he spends most of his time, being your personal knight.

He freezes, heart thundering in his chest, his gaze flickering to the door. And then, he hears it again. The sweetest, most sinful sounds he’s ever heard reach him from your chambers – breathy moans, a whimper, a quiet whisper of yes, yes, please, right there–

And for a moment, for one terrible moment, he wonders if anyone is in there with you. It’s his duty to guard you from this kind of thing – from men who wants to do this kind of thing to you

(the exact same thing he’s always been wanting to do to you)

but that’s not the reason why his vision suddenly turns red and his fingers curl into fists. No, the reason for the ugly feeling boiling deep in his gut is jealousy.

He’s just about to burst into your chambers, ready to gut whoever is making you make those sounds, when he hears you moan again.

His name.

If his cock wasn’t already raging hard, straining uncomfortably under the confines of his uniform, this would definitely have done it. The jealousy is immediately replaced by intrigue. And then, comes the shame – he shouldn’t be listening to this, he shouldn’t be thinking about you like this, even if he can’t stop–

Your voice crescendos into a high keen, his name escaping your lips one last time before you fall silent, and Levi knows you just reached your climax.

That knowledge alone is almost enough to make him cum in his uniform, like some prepubescent teen who’s only just discovered that his dick has other uses than taking a piss.

That night, Levi furiously fucks into his hand until he’s spent himself three times, the sound of your moans playing in his mind.

The next day, when Levi is standing guard in front of your chambers again, you speak to him through the door. “Levi, can you come in for a moment? I need your help with something.”

It’s not uncommon for you to summon him like this, so he doesn’t hesitate to step into your room, closing the door after him.

The sight that meets him – of you, sprawled on your bed with your nightgown hitched around your waist, revealing your bare thighs – sends blood rushing to his dick, his fists clenching, adam’s apple bobbing.

You send him a smile that can only be described as mischievous. Your gaze shifts down to his groin, the tight uniform pants doing little to hide the evidence of his arousal. “Did you like my little performance yesterday?” you ask.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, your majesty,” he says, although his voice sounds throaty and strained.

“Oh, I think you do.” Your smile turns outright devious. “Bet you thought about me last night too.”

Levi almost chokes on his spit.

“Do you want to show me? How you did it?” you ask, and then, you have the audacity to blink innocently at him.

Levi’s cock twitches, the precum already making the front of his pants sticky. “Is that an order, your majesty?” he grits out.

Your smile widens. “Yes, Levi. Your princess demands that you show her what you did last night when you thought about her.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

Levi’s cheeks burn as he slowly, painfully slowly, frees his throbbing cock, squeezing the base to prevent himself from cumming on the spot.

You lean back, the nightgown hitching even further up your waist, and – good God, he can just glimpse the proof of your own arousal gleaming near your centre. What he wouldn’t give for a taste, just a single taste–

“Eyes up,” you demand, and Levi’s gaze snaps to your face, the urge to follow your orders so ingrained in him that he can’t deny you anything.

He’s fucked. He’s so seriously, utterly fucked.

He finds he doesn’t mind.

“You may begin.”

this drabble was inspired by this post😇 (i finally got around to writing it @aphroditaeon)

Bitch before enriched flour, neural tube defects like spina bifida were far more common. Even now, spina bifida clinicians and researchers are begging to have salt and maize fortified to reach groups that don’t use as much flour. Before iodized salt, the United States had a fucking GOITER BELT. Eleven years after the introduction of fluoridated water, a city in Michigan found the rate of dental caries among school children dropped a staggering 60%— in an era where tooth decay regularly fucking killed people

I’m literally not even going to start on vaccines, which are among the most successful and robustly studied public health measures in world history

Whenever he’s in Trost for a (cleaning) supply run, they’re always just…staring at him. When he meets the baby’s gaze with a scowl, they just smile and laugh, as if they just saw the funniest, most interesting thing in the world. Toddlers scamper his way, their little feet barely keeping them upright, before Levi has to catch them mid-fall and return them to their mothers.

“Babies and animals can sense good people,” Hange once told him. “That’s a scientific fact.”

He’d answered Hange’s response with a click of his tongue. But as he marched out of Trost for the next expedition, he saw a little girl waving enthusiastically at him, her chubby hand opening and closing, eyes wide, tiny mouth curled in a smile.

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