When Did Fanfiction Reviews Get So Critical? I Remember 2014 When You Could Write 1,000 Words In Text

what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

Honestly kind of thinking about a baby trapping situation all consensual

König baby traps reader for marriage Baby born out of wedlock? How scandalous

Reader baby traps König for more power

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Just thinking about Mafia!König and Mafia!Reader

Except König doesn't know the reader is apart of another Mafia gang until he throws a party to celebrate the alliances between both families he totally falls in love. Like love at first sight but reader is like lol no

That AI art of emmrich smoking a bong makes me so mad for one very specific reason. I have seen SEVERAL requests for art within the DA fandom get fulfilled just by asking. Like people asking “Hey artists of tumblr, can someone render Lucanis in this exact pose?” Or “Hey can someone draw Illario wearing -this-?” And both times several artists step up to the plate and make that art for free, for fun, because that is what community is all about in fandom.

You have a world of artists willing to draw at your disposal (you don’t even have to commission them) and yet STILL you chose to disrespect artists and use a machine that steals art, hours of hard work.

Had you asked “hey can someone draw emmrich with a bong and a skull smoke cloud coming out”, I guarantee you would’ve gotten several works of art in return, from actual artists.

You don’t have to steal from them. You don’t have to use technology that steals from them. You can go straight to them and ask.

My friends: "ohmygod I have a crush on a 42 year old, daddy issues am I right"

Me: *sweats in 68 year old Alfred Molina*

I'm new and I need a name. Any ideas??

“is it ok for mutuals to dm u” there are some mutuals i’d fuck if they asked come on now

Gaz is a nasty dog

So we've already established that Soap is a dog but what we haven't established is how Gaz is so much worse. On base he is so calm and collected, yeah he shows you off (obviously) but he never talks about the amazing head you give, or how great your tits are and no matter how many times Johnny begs he doesn't show him spicy photos of you. They're reserved for Gaz and Gaz alone

But sometimes. Sometimes he just can't help himself. For instance you two have been apart for a very long time and for Gaz that was torture. So when he Captain offers to drive him to pick you up Gaz just couldn't stop himself from getting in the back seat of the car and stripping you naked.

No he doesn't care that it's broad daylight. No he doesn't care of people can see him. And no. He doesn't care if his Captain sees him fucking you. Gaz just loves you so much, he's missed you and he can't wait until he's home to show you how much his dick has missed you

@codnasties I saw this link and IMMEDIATELY thought of you <3

Swear to GOD!!!

If they don't let me romance old man Varrick I will actually cry

Orc!Roommate x ChubbyFem!Reader

I know I've been neglecting you all I'm sorry Life has just been shit for me at the moment.

But here's a lil something to keep you all going

"Why don't you like the way you look?" Your roommate, Nash, asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "In my eyes, you're perfect just the way you are."

You looked up at Nash, surprised by his question. It wasn't something you had expected him to notice, let alone comment on. For a moment, you considered brushing it off, making some flippant remark about not being able to please everyone. But there was something in Nash's expression, a genuine concern and curiosity, that made you hesitate. "It's not that I don't like the way I look," you admitted, your voice small and uncertain. "I just sometimes wish I was a bit thinner, y'know?" You shrugged as if it was nothing, a fleeting insecurity you weren't entirely comfortable voicing.

He frowned, his brow furrowing as he listened to your words. He couldn't fathom why anyone would want to change such a beautiful, alluring figure. To him, your curves were a work of art, each dip and swell a testament to the natural splendour of your form. "Why would you want to be thinner?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine bewilderment. "To me, your body is a work of art, a masterpiece crafted by the gods themselves. Every dip and swell, every soft curve and rounded plane, it all comes together to create a vision of pure, unadulterated splendour."

He leaned closer, his eyes locked on yours, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Don't ever let anyone make you feel like you need to change who you are," he said softly, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face.

You felt your heart skip a beat as Nash leaned in closer, his words washing over you like a soothing balm. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine as his fingers brushed against your cheek.

"Nobody makes me feel like I need to change the way I look," you chuckled slightly as you rose from the sofa. "It's just... When I was a child, I watched movies where the prince would scoop the princess up and walk towards the sunset," you explained, heading into the kitchen to retrieve a drink. Nash followed close behind, his large frame somehow fitting effortlessly in the small space. "I just wish I was thinner so I could be picked up like that, y'know. Live out every little girl's dream of being scooped up and carried away."

Nash followed you into the kitchen, his eyes never leaving your form. He leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he listened to your explanation. At your words, however, his expression softened, a flicker of understanding passing over his features. "Ah, I see," he murmured, nodding slowly. "But you know, those fairy tales are just stories. In real life, love comes in all shapes and sizes."

He stepped closer, his hand coming to rest on your hip, his thumb tracing slow circles over the curve of your waist. "And as for being picked up..." He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke. "I think we both know that's not a problem for someone of my strength."

Your breath hitched as Nash's hand came to rest on your hip, his touch igniting a fire within you. You could feel the heat of his body, the solid muscle beneath his skin, and it took all of your willpower not to lean into him, to press yourself against his strong form and lose yourself in his embrace. "That's real sweet of you," you half huffed, half laughed, the sound a little breathless. You knew Nash was only saying these things to cheer you up, to distract you from the anxieties that gnawed at you. "But I'm too heavy to be picked up. Always have been."

Nash's eyes darkened with lust at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Without warning, he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, his hands gripping your thighs as he pushed them apart. "You underestimate me, little one," he purred, his voice a deep, seductive purr. "I am stronger than I look."

His lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you, to possess you. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing aside your clothing to cup your breast, his calloused palm rasping against your sensitive flesh. He tore his mouth away from yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. "Let me show you what this big, strong orc can do."

With a swift tug, Nash ripped your shorts clean off your body, exposing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. A feral grin spread across his face as he took in the sight of you, splayed out before him like a feast waiting to be devoured. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he growled, his fingers teasing your slick entrance. "So ready for me."

In one fluid motion, he hoisted you up, pinning you against the wall with his powerful body. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his muscular ass as you clung to him. Nash's thick, throbbing cock sprang free as he pulled his sweatpants down, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your tight, dripping cunt, stretching you deliciously around his impressive girth.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, his head falling back as your walls clenched around him. "You take me so well, baby. Like you were made for my cock." He began to move, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force, driving into you again and again. The wet sounds of your coupling filled the room, mingling with your moans and cries of ecstasy.

Your nails dug into Nash's shoulders as he pounded into you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breasts bounced with the force of his movements, the cool air of the kitchen contrasting deliciously with the heat of your skin. "Fuck!" you cried out, your head thrown back against the wall.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of passion as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. His tongue danced with yours, the taste of you mingling with the flavour of his own desire, creating a heady cocktail that left you dizzy with need. One hand reached between your bodies, his skilled fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub. The added stimulation sent you hurtling towards the edge, your inner muscles fluttering around his pistoning cock as your climax approached.

"I can feel you tightening," Nash panted against your lips, "Gonna come all over my fat orc cock, aren't you baby?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck, don't stop!" you moaned wantonly, your hips bucking to meet his thrusts. The coil of tension in your lower belly wound tighter and tighter, your impending orgasm building to a crescendo. Nash's fingers on your clit, combined with the delicious stretch of his massive cock splitting you open, proved to be your undoing. With a keening cry, you shattered in his arms, your release crashing over you in wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy.

"Nash! Oh, gods, Nash!" you sobbed, your vision whiting out as your pussy spasmed almost violently around him.

As your orgasm washed over you, Nash held you close, his strong arms supporting your quivering form as he rode out the waves of your pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, prolonging your high until you were boneless and spent in his embrace. "There's my good girl," he purred, pressing tender kisses to your damp forehead. "Didn't I tell you? Nothing about you is too much for me to handle."

He carried you over to the kitchen table, gently laying you down on the smooth surface. With a wicked grin, he hooked your knees over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he loomed over you.

"And we're far from done, sweetheart," he promised, his voice a dark, sensual growl.