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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

Man I really need some luck

Imagine you’re invited to a party. By the time you arrive, you realize you’re the only human at the party. Sure there are some people there who look close to human, but they’re just monsters who look dangerously close to pure humans.

Eventually you get roped into a game of Spin the Bottle. Sitting in a circle among so many monsters, many of whom are much bigger than you.

The game goes on for much longer than you thought it would (maybe 2 hours or so) but you’ve been kissed by every monster sitting in the circle. Some of your fellow party-goers being more than a little jealous of the lucky bastards who managed to kiss you more than once.

But none of them stopped at a simple little peck on the lips, no. They went for it. French kissing you so hard, so deep, so passionately… that you thought you’d need an Exorcism to get them off of you.

After the game ended, you decided to mill around the party a little longer. Being approached by the monsters who played Spin the Bottle with you, and even a few who merely watched. All of them doing their absolute best to seduce you further, but settling for giving you their number. Typically being a little cheeky by tucking the scrap of paper around your waistline, or down the front of your shirt.

By the time you get home, you realize how much telephone confetti you’ve accumulated.

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

I'm very very very drunk rn

But I can't stop thinking about Captain John Price

Now Price loved women. All women. Didn't matter if you were chubby, thin, muscular. IT DIDN'T FUCKING MATTER. But saying that if he had to choose. I believe he'd love himself a chubby girl. All soft thighs and comfy tits (You can't change.e mind)

This man would 100% come home from work. Strip until he's completely nude and fall asleep in your thighs or tits

Like it wouldn't even better sexual. To Price you are home. When he's with you he knows he's safe

Obviously that wouldn't stop him from copping a feel but seriously you calm him down. You remiihim he's safe. His boys are safe. He is home

How do I, respectfully, tell my English teacher (I'm retaking my GCSE English) that I won't use chatgpt?

I'm back on my Sons of Anarchy bullshit so here you are ~

Something something the 141 being a notorious close-knit outlaw motorcycle club. Price being the mc President, Ghost being the Vice President, Gaz being sergeant-at-arms and Soap being intelligence officer.

And you were the pretty bird that worked behind the bar, 'Too feisty to be a Crow Eater' Ghost would say but 'Too pretty to not have a job at the club' Soap would say. Everyone knows that you're off limits, not because Price said so.

Oh no

But because when you first started working at the club, one of the other bikers mistaking thought you were a Crow Eater so when he thought he could cop a feel you didn't hesitate to grab the closet thing, an empty beer bottle, and smash it over his head. You held the broken bottle and threatened everyone. Stating angrily that if anyone was to touch you then they'd end up in A&E.

Unfortunately for you, Gaz saw that as a challenge.

A challenge he succeeded with every time. It almost became a game between you both

Every weekend, at some point through the night, he'd back you up into a corner. Conveniently the corner closes to his room at the club

'Gaz, I will twat you' You'd half heartedly threaten him, not completely meaning it.

Gaz would flash you his pretty boy smile 'Sure you would sweetheart'

You'd lift you hand to hit him but Gaz was quick. He was always quicker than you. He'd pin your wrist to the wall, wrapped his hand gently around your throat that he knows makes your knees weak.

He knows you better than you know yourself. The subtle flinch when he goes for your neck, the way your breath hitches, a silent protest he ignores. He learned that a sharp bite on your shoulder, a playful aggression, elicits a moan so sweet, so utterly yielding, it makes him want to devour you whole. He knows the precise pressure to apply, the exact spot to sink his teeth into.

He knows how to make you look at him. Cupping the back of your head, his thumb gently pressing beneath your jaw, tilting your face upward – just enough to catch the innocent, wide-eyed gaze he adores. Those doe eyes, so full of a naive trust that belies the raw, desperate need that writhes beneath the surface. Those eyes, those eyes are his downfall, his salvation.

Every time Gaz whispers those words into your ear, your heart skips a beat.

'Gonna make you my old lady,' he groans, his breath hot against your skin as his hips thrust against yours. You can feel him, hard and insistent, as the tip of his cock constantly batters that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.

'Yo- You say that every time,' you gasp, your voice high and full of lust. 'You never make good on your promise.'

Gaz flips you onto your stomach, his hand coming down firmly on the middle of your shoulder blades to keep you in place. He fists your hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck to him. You can feel his breath against your skin as he slowly pushes himself back into your sloppy hole.

'Then let me,' he begs, his voice low and full of need. He picks up speed, his hips slapping against yours as he takes what he wants from you. 

And you let him

Maybe becoming his old lady wouldn't be so terrible

I am on a motherfucking ROLL lately

STOP!! 😭😭

I'm glad you like it though 🥰

@codnasties insipred me to write this. The original post here

Everyone thinks Soap needs a sweet little lass to you know, even out the feral mutt in him, but no. Soap wants someone like him. Someone who is just as disgustingly horny as him, someone who isn't afraid to stare, get handsy, an average Monday afternoon for Soap.

So when Soap found out his pretty neighbour was just as unashamed in staring as he was.... Well he had to use that to his advantage.

It was a Saturday morning, a rare day of peace for him. You went outside to have your coffee in the early morning breeze and just by chance Soap went outside to take the bin bags out it was one plastic bag with literally nothing in. He was shirtless, wearing grey joggers and no boxers. You got a full view of his thick, heavy cock and you stared. You didn't care if he saw you because if he didn't want you to stare then he wouldn't wear joggers with nothing else.

'G'mornin' Soap smirked but you paid no mind. Too busy watching his cock twitch and gods it was mouth watering.

You whined. WHINED. Slightly when Soap walked back inside. Abandoning your coffee, you went back inside and found which room he was in. Lucky for you he was in his bedroom and you could see everything from your bedroom. Again, you had no shame in staring and the smug bastard Soap is, smirked and pulled his joggers down slightly so you saw some bush and it made your knee's weak.

Oh 2 can play at this game

So the next morning, at exactly 7:30am you went outside to have your morning coffee but this time you wore the tiniest sleeping shorts you own and the tightest vest top you bought yesterday and waited. As soon as Soap walked outside with a little plastic bag again and just his grey joggers you quickly pushed your boobs together and leaned against your door.

'Mornin' Johnny' You purred his name so sweetly. Now this time it was Soaps turn to stare.

Unfortunately, or maybe not, for you Soap has absolutely zero restraint for his pretty neighbour. He's honestly so surprised he lasted this long but seeing you in the tiniest, tightest sleepwear had his cock twitching and getting hard. Soap hadn't even made it to you properly before his joggers were pulled down enough to show his beautiful cock. He pushed you inside before you manage to get onto your knees for him.

'Fuckin' tease' He groaned

I hope I did this justice. That image is now burned into my mind, in a good way. Love me some grey joggers

It won't let me attach the photo :'((( so again the original post and photo is here

@codnasties insipred me to write this. The original post here

Everyone thinks Soap needs a sweet little lass to you know, even out the feral mutt in him, but no. Soap wants someone like him. Someone who is just as disgustingly horny as him, someone who isn't afraid to stare, get handsy, an average Monday afternoon for Soap.

So when Soap found out his pretty neighbour was just as unashamed in staring as he was.... Well he had to use that to his advantage.

It was a Saturday morning, a rare day of peace for him. You went outside to have your coffee in the early morning breeze and just by chance Soap went outside to take the bin bags out it was one plastic bag with literally nothing in. He was shirtless, wearing grey joggers and no boxers. You got a full view of his thick, heavy cock and you stared. You didn't care if he saw you because if he didn't want you to stare then he wouldn't wear joggers with nothing else.

'G'mornin' Soap smirked but you paid no mind. Too busy watching his cock twitch and gods it was mouth watering.

You whined. WHINED. Slightly when Soap walked back inside. Abandoning your coffee, you went back inside and found which room he was in. Lucky for you he was in his bedroom and you could see everything from your bedroom. Again, you had no shame in staring and the smug bastard Soap is, smirked and pulled his joggers down slightly so you saw some bush and it made your knee's weak.

Oh 2 can play at this game

So the next morning, at exactly 7:30am you went outside to have your morning coffee but this time you wore the tiniest sleeping shorts you own and the tightest vest top you bought yesterday and waited. As soon as Soap walked outside with a little plastic bag again and just his grey joggers you quickly pushed your boobs together and leaned against your door.

'Mornin' Johnny' You purred his name so sweetly. Now this time it was Soaps turn to stare.

Unfortunately, or maybe not, for you Soap has absolutely zero restraint for his pretty neighbour. He's honestly so surprised he lasted this long but seeing you in the tiniest, tightest sleepwear had his cock twitching and getting hard. Soap hadn't even made it to you properly before his joggers were pulled down enough to show his beautiful cock. He pushed you inside before you manage to get onto your knees for him.

'Fuckin' tease' He groaned

I hope I did this justice. That image is now burned into my mind, in a good way. Love me some grey joggers

It won't let me attach the photo :'((( so again the original post and photo is here

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Simon was very happy on his own. He was very happy in some type of stingy flat somewhere on the outskirts of Manchester. He was happy going to work, barking orders at recruits, being a grumpy man and then going home on leave. He was happy going home, having something you couldn't really class as a meal, showing and going to bed. He was happy being on his own, with his very simple, yet boring routine. He was a simple man

That was until he met you

His sweet dove. His delicate love.

Suddenly Simon found himself following you around like a lost puppy, whenever you went out his arm was around your shoulder, wrapped around your waist, hand on the small of your back. If you ever came to base because the silly man left his healthy and nutritious lunch at home then he would quiet literally bark at anyone who looks at you. It doesn't matter if it was a recruit or his captain. Nobody is allowed to look at what's his.

And you were his, he'd make you say it every night when he bullies your hole with his cock

'Say it, love' he'd growl in your ear, hands gripping your waist so tight you know you'll wake up with bruises

'Y-yours, Si. I'm yours' you'd hiccup, drunk on lust, tears staining your pretty cheeks

But the one thing Simon hates is that you travel for work. A lot. You've been to Japan, America, Brazil. You've travelled more than Simon for work and honestly, that's saying something. Obviously it's easier for you to talk to Simon when your working, always texting, calling, sending pictures but that isn't always enough for Simon. He needs you to know you miss him so when Soap joked about putting Simon's favourite lipstick of yours on his dick and transferring it onto some paper to send to you

Simon took it literally.

So imagine your surprise when you have a letter waiting for you at your hotel room. You open it to see a piece of paper littered with stamps of Simon's tip all over it and the full length of his cock stamped onto the bottom in your favourite lipstick with the words 'Missing my pretty, Dove'

Yeah Simon was absolutely, stupidly, in love with you

its rude to reblog things from people you arent mutuals with fyi. :/

💀 my brother in christopher

happy autism awareness day to all the girls who had “ friends” growing up who were actually bullying them . to the girls who always sat alone in the grass and wondered why nobody wanted to talk . to the girls who spoke to animals like they were listening . to the girls who created a little world in their room . to the girls who always felt ashamed for how deeply they love things and how passionately they enjoyed media . to the girls who covered their ears when they were overwhelmed by everything . to the girls who carrying a special thing around to feel safe . to the girls who never understood what they did wrong to feel so lonely . to the girls who were diagnosed later in life because they weren’t little boys who liked trains. you are so special and beautiful and you’re not worse for it, you love deeply and that is so wonderful please never try to push that down . I LOVE YOU !!!!!

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.

After an emotional and honestly, quite depressing, 3 years I'm finally moving house so I can start drawing and finish my WIP 🥲🥲🥲

Emmrich brings me happiness. I love his character so much. His such a loving and caring person. Interesting, smart, stylish, dashing, and handsome.

I love the way he speaks, his tone, his humbleness, his elegance, and his understanding. Also, his sass to match his ass.

They really blessed us with such an amazing character along with his backstory and quests. His just perfect is so many ways. 😍

💕Emmrich 4 ever 💕

Sooooo I've finally played and finished Dragon Age: Veilguard (I cried so much it's actually not funny). Anyway I've seen a lot of hate towards the game, except for the obvious (Fuck you BioWare), and I wanted to put my two piece in that nobody asked for because I absolutely love Dragon Age and I have put so much time and effort into the games over the years.

I have a lot of pro and cons for the game but some seem nitpicky and just my personal opinion but I am only going to talk about a few things that I feel are important (For my anyway.)

So first things first, the thing that I loved about the game is the fighting style. It did take me a good minute to get use to it because I was so used to playing Inquisition, the thing I liked about the fighting style is:

1: I like that you can switch between 2 weapons which you can't do in the other Dragon Age games (unless you chose rouge) and I like that you can switch between them instantly

2: The fighting style itself. It made me actually feel like I was doing something instead of just holding down one button (Like Inquisition)

Now onto the next thing I love. Making your character. See I'm covered in lots of tattoos and piercings and apart from Cyberpunk I haven't found a game that lets you have facial and body tattoos so when I saw I could cover my Rook in tattoos it made me happy because I could make her look like me. Another thing that I found super important was the pronouns and the option to add top surgery scars. It doesn't apply to me, I'm a woman BUT quiet a few of my friends are Nonbinary or Trans, they like to game but as you know, most games don't have that option so the fact they finally feel. I want to say included (I'm not sure that's the right way to put it) to be able to make their Rook look like them

CLIMBING. ACTUAL FUCKING CLIMBING. In Inquisition there's a quest where you go and find shards and goddamn the amount of times I've tried to climb and fail to get these fucking shards pissed me off (lovingly) so to see you can actually climb makes me happy (Seems stupid I know)

Decisions. You're decisions actually matter!!!! SLIGHT SPOILER!!!!! So on my first playthrough I chose to be a Warden and you go to D'meta's Crossing do what you do and find the Mayor. I chose to save him and send him off to help the Wardens, that was that, didn't think about it much. Fast forward to Lavendel and you have to go and find some missing Wardens, because I chose to save the Mayor he was there to save said missing Wardens

Lastly the thing that just that made me happy was the companion quests. I don't know about anyone else but I did wish they were slightly longer but I love that every companion (In my opinion) got a well thought, decent companion quest. I found that it helped me get to know my companions a bit better

But. And hear me out.

WHY IS THERE NO SMOOTCHIE UPDATE!?!?!?!?!? I want to be able to go to my lover (Emmrich my love) and give them kisses but also I wish that there were more romance scenes.

Anyway that is quick rundown of what I thought about the game.

Teia: -lounging against Viago, swirling her wine glass and realising they haven't fought in awhile- So, your new son in law is 20 years older than you

Viago: -crushing his wine glass- Yes I am aware-

what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

He is literally my son, I carried him to term

I'm finally playing Dragon Age: Veilguard (Going to write my opinion on it that nobody asked for once I've finished it). I started the game ready to romance Lucanis but tell me why as soon as I saw the necromancer my brain went-

JUMP THE OLD MAN. JUMP HIS BONES

Anyway.... Emmrich is my darling, my love, my dearest husband

If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

sevika prefers bigger girls.

yes this has been said before.

yes this is a self indulgent post.

yes i am obsessed with her.

i would let her do whatever she wanted to me.

Konig is a gentle giant, so when you whimpered about not being able to take all of him, clenching around the head of his cock inside your hole- he would stop

Only for you to pout and glare at him because- you didn't say the safe word?? So why did he stop?? He should've just rammed himself in

Goodluck Pikachu

If y’all ever see me getting manipulated by Ambessa Medarda, do not stop it. I’m exactly where I want to be.

Something something Councilman Sevika who has absolutely no clue what she's doing to she gets appointed an assistant. That assistant being reader who's the most spoilt, snobby uptight, bratty woman in all of Piltova and Sevika is just there like "She's so fucking mean..... I want her"