#fan fic stuff

[moonchild311]

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

[romulusthewolf]

god smut is so hard to write.

first you gotta do the build up and then the actual fucking and the fucking is pretty easy but you never know how long the fucking should last, and eventually you're like "okay I'm tired of this" so the characters cum, but you're not done yet because you can't just end it at "he fucking nutted everywhere" you gotta keep going, and the characters have to chat a little or cry or think about how horrible they are or something and then you kinda don't know when to end that either so now you're 2k words in and you might have put too much self hatred and not enough sucking dick. so you wrap it up, and think well it's done now.

or sometimes you have it all perfect in your mind and you knock the whole thing out in 2 to 3 hours.

[lynkz777]

when you’re reading a fic and you can immediately tell it’s written by ai

[goonergigi]

I look good from the balcony | MDNI

You distract your husband with your ample chest; big titty reader being obsessed over by their boys

Akotsk: Baelor, Maekar, Lyonel, Daeron, Valarr, Aerion

Team green Team black

cw: sexual content, chubby reader, pregnancy, breast feeding, public showcase of affection, etc

Baelor had survived the blackfyre revolt, had survived daemon blackfyre with his Valyrian steel blade, had survived his brother almost dying alongside him during the revolt; what he could not survive was you. You were watching him from the balcony overseeing the training ground where he was helping his sons hone their sword skills. A knight had pointed you out making his whip around to see you and your breasts that fell heavily out of your dress. The neckline was too low showing off a large amount of cleavage even while standing straight, but with you leaning down it became even more evident how well endowed you were.

Baelor felt his face turn red as he looked up at you. You caught his eye, throwing him a wink which seemed to make the issue worse. He coughed into his fist before turning away back towards his sons. It seems Matarys saw his father’s distracted state and decided to remind him to not turn his back to his enemy, with Matarys hitting his father with his wooden sword. The wood met the side of his head making him fall onto his knee grasping the spot, everyone in the field watched the prince to see how to react to his son’s attack. Baelor rubbed the spot on his head before laughing loudly, mussing up his youngest son’s red hair. He gave his boys over to the guards to train while he went up to you waiting for him above, he took the stairs two at a time running to get to you as fast as he could.

You smiled at him as he surfaced wrapping his arms around your waist, he whispered into your ear for only you to hear, “my dear, are you attempting to entice me? I will gladly ravish you.” You laughed loudly as he began pulling you to the bed chamber to make good on his promise.

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Maekar watched as you readied yourself for bed, the dress practically see through in the candle light of the night. You were sitting in your vanity, brushing your hair out. Maekar watched from behind as each move of your arm made the pudge of your body move and jiggle. You looked even more like a full woman tonight, having had five children already with a sixth growing in you. If you weren’t already pregnant the look he was giving you would get you there.

You turn to look at your husband who stood in the entrance foyer to your room. You stood, keeping a hand on your stomach as you came closer to him, his hand joining yours once you were close enough. He smiled softly at you before leaning down to kiss you, softer than his eyes would have suggested he would have been. You pulled away with a whine, not at your husband but at your body. Your breasts had started leaking, the milk making your dress even more see through than it was before. Maekar was already moving the straps off your shoulders letting the dress fall to the floor. His hands coming to your breasts, worshipping them before taking one into his mouth. He intended to show you how much he loved your body.

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Lyonel is a party man, any and everywhere he went was a good excuse to dance and drink. Today was no different. Some trade negotiations with the free cities had gone well, and as celebration he was hosting a feast. The night was young with dancing, drinking, and eating being showcased all throughout the room. A few lords and ladies were milling around, drunkenly singing or dancing or stumbling around. Lyonel was at the front of the hall watching everyone, his head resting on the back of the chair having moved you to sit in his lap. You were sitting sideways on his lap, your head curled into his neck. His arm was wrapped around your waist with the other holding the arm of his chair.

Lyonel mumbled something, taking the horned helmet off his head to put it on you instead. You kept your head straight watching the party as it raged on. Some small lord came up to the table to give your husband something but Lyonel’s attention was focused on you more specifically your chest that bounced with each laugh you let out. You turn to your husband about to ask him to acknowledge the poor man in front of you two but Lyonel already decided his next move. He buried his face in your chest feeling the fat absorb some of him. You gasped and tried to pull him but he was determined to stay, burring his face deeper in. The lord looked mortified while the others around him cheered at the two of you. Lyonel had no shame about about showing the love he had for his favorite part of his wife.

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Daeron is a drunk, everyone knows it. But they thought he had enough manners to not ogle his wife while at dinner with his family and the king. He was already five cups in when he lost the decorum to pretend, his head being held up by his hand propped up on the table, as he looked down your dress eyes locked on your chest. Maekar has kicked him under the table but he had ignored it, content to admire you. At one point you had reached over and held his jaw in your hands, him melting into you like putty. You made him look at your face for a moment before his eyes shot straight down again. You chuckled, used to his behavior but asked to be excused as to not give Maekar an aneurysm, something the family was more than happy to provide you.

On the walk back to your chambers Daeron was touching every part of you he could while setting kisses on any skin he could find. The two of you were laughing at him and his actions. Daeron brought his hands from where he stood behind you to grip your chest hard. You gasped but let him do as he pleases as he massaged the fat house there, his eyes half lidded as he soaked in the image. He was biting into your neck, mumbling sweet nothings as he got his fill. most people knew Daeron was a drunk, but most didn’t know how touchy he was when drunk or how the only one who could sooth that was his wife and her ample bosom.

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Valarr didn’t distract easily, especially when he’s on the field. Unfortunately for him, you loved to distract him. You would do anything just to get him flustered and turn red. Today was no different than any other, except that today was a tourney day celebrating one of Maekar’s kids birthday, meaning Valarr would be riding. He rode out into the field followed by other knights of the realm. He found you easily in the stands, the color of your dress standing out to him. He made a promise to name you the queen of love and beauty and he was determined to see it happen.

The tourney continued like any other, lords and knights falling or standing tall, all of it was rather dull. Valarr sat outside of his tent taking in the field before his next bout, it was against some small lord who would most likely dive in the dirt before daring to scratch Valarr’s shield. Valarr readied himself and his horse, looking towards the stands to send you a wink but was met with your standing figure at the edge of the stands. The dress you wore hugged your upper half, your breasts practically spilling out as you waved to him, each movement making them shake and move. Valarr couldn’t drag his eyes away from them, too amazed by his wife’s body when the sound of the beginning of the bout rang through the field, shocking Valarr back into his body. He quickly finished the fight, it being over in a second before he went back to his tent. He was beginning to take his armor off when you entered the tent smirking at your husband.

“Were you distracted, my love?” Valarr chuckled, shaking his head before moving towards you, planting a kiss heavily on your lips. “I will always be distracted by you, my love.”

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Aerion had dragged you along with him for exile. The two of you were resting in the Lys sun, drinking sweet wine and eating fruit. The two of you were laid out on cushions in front of a private pool with crystal clear water. The heat was starting to get to you, the sun bearing down on you harshly. Aerion had umbrellas set up above you two but it wasn’t much help to beat the heat of the day. You slipped from the cushions, stretching slightly, before making your way to the pool, tentatively stepping into it.

You sunk into the pool letting it fully cover your body head to toe before stepping out again. The silk dress you wore was very sultry before you got it wet, now that it was the dress was see through and sticking to your skin. You were dripping from all parts of your body bringing even more attention to your figure. Aerion watched you like a hawk, smirking as you came closer to him. His eyes were focused on your chest and how it moved under the cloth, your hips also being proudly displayed. Aerion pushed himself up before reaching forward to you, pulling you down on top of him. He had you sit on top of his hips as he traced your body through the soaked fabric. He was more than ready to rip the fabric off you and feel your wet skin on his.

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Dunk considered himself to be a good man, but you loved to test him. Your babe was still being breast fed and for some reason Dunk felt a bout of jealousy at the child being on your chest and not him. You were currently sitting in an inn, your child on your breast while you attempted to eat yourself. The babe would bite at your breast every once and awhile making you wince, Dunk was upset he couldn’t do anything to protect you from the pain, upset that his son was hurting you. “Stop hurting your mother or I’ll take your dinner from you, boy” you laughed at your husband, who watched as the fat of your breast bulged around your son’s head, almost entirely enveloping the small thing. You watch your husband as he pouts at your son, making you laugh “don’t tell me you're jealous of the baby, my love.”

Dunk was still pouting when his eyes met yours. You sighed at him before saying, “he needs to eat my love, you can taste after he’s done.” That seemed to reinvigorate your husband as he smiled at you, happy to be allowed to love his wife and her perfect body.

[minyicho]

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Part 1

[visionsofandromeda]

your red, my blue.

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pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader

sypnosis: two different personalities falling in love. so in love that it consumes you.

warning: not proofread. lowercase writing. definitely ooc.

i tried to make this angst but i figured the album's already devastating. i hope you see what i did here with lorenzo and an OR song

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your red ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

attention came naturally to lorenzo berkshire. the entire school is drawn to his optimism, his confidence, and the way he manages to make friends with anybody. originally, you thought that maybe it was too good to be true. until you saw him in his element: music and quidditch.

he was passionate. and he was very talented

the first time you saw it was at a quidditch game. lorenzo soars into the air, a huge grin on his face as he shoots the quaffle into the goal the tweny-fourth time since this game started. he played like someone who loved the game more than he loved to win. each swerve and dive was reckless, the type only he could have the confidence to do. some girls behind you swoon as lorenzo effortlessly passes the quaffle to theodore, swiftly dodging the gryffindor's bludger.

you were in awe. you barely even understood who won, you assumed it was slytherin by the way the gryffindors next to you looked. staring at him, hyperfocused, you noticed the way he settles onto the grounds. he smiles, giving high fives to the younger years in their team. his warmth was contagious

the next time you witnessed lorenzo Berkshire in his element was at a party in the slytherin common rooms, one where pansy parkinson had to convince you to come. parties are not exactly your scene, telling her "i'd rather be in bed, pans." but pansy always finds a way. and you're grateful she did.

because by the time you joined the party, lorenzo is on the makeshift stage in the middle of the room with three other people. his electric guitar resting on the top of his hip, attached around his body with a thick strap. toying with the strings of the guitar, his face focused with his teeth chewing on his lower lip. you barely even payed attention to the rest of the band.

lorenzo never stood in the center of the room, yet he drew the attention effortlessly. his fingers moves with ease that made it look seamless. his head is dipped whenever he smiled to himself, the tune of his guitar supporting the lead guitar's solo. the way his curls fall into his face, shaking them away without missing a beat. he looks up, smiling widely at the crowd of slytherin, ravenclaw, and hufflepuff students dancing and jumping to the beat.

lorenzo grins, laughing when mattheo, theodore, and blaise cheer him on from the other corner of the room. the sound is bright enough to slip through the music, it was impossible to look away and you were falling before you know it.

my blue 𓂃⋆.˚

the last few days of fall was your favorite part of the year. before the school gets covered in a blanket of snow, you took every chance you got to study or read by the black lake. what you were unaware of, was that lorenzo had started to take notice of you, too.

he flies forward on his quidditch broom, his hair slick with sweat as he completes his quidditch drills with the rest of the group. lorenzo looks around, taking a breather mid-air, when he sees her. he sees her from a far, scarf all the way up to her cheeks as she flips through a book he couldn't decipher from above. lorenzo's interest is piqued, the rest of the practice he couldn't help but focus on you in his peripheral vision.

since that day, he noticed you in that position every practice. lorenzo berkshire was charming. the attention came with a reputation, and talking to you was what stumped him. it took him a total of three weeks and four days before he could muster up the courage to talk to you.

"hey! y/n, right?" he asks, catching up to you on your way to class, a bashful smile on his face. "i see you from practice sometimes, studying by the black lake."

you looked at him, stunned. you had barely registered the fact he was talking to you because, well, he was talking to you. "hello, yes... do you need something?" you spoke, confused. why was he talking to you? you two were like on different sides of the same universe.

he smiles wider, even, you were so sure yoh were making a fool of yourself. "i've been meaning to introduce myself. and say hello." he adds, letting out a small huff of laughter.

you barely even realized you were returning a smile back. "everyone knows who you are, lorenzo." you said and his neck turns red. he shook his head and smiles. "i.. guess you're right. but i still wanted to introduce myself... and maybe get to know you?"

you could've sworn you were dreaming.

𑣲purple

you couldn't tell when it happened. or how it happened. you and lorenzo fell in love with no warnings. he had been promoted to captain of his team two years later, on your last year at hogwarts. dating him was simple. easy. it felt almost like breathing.

dating him was sitting on the stands during quidditch practice, waiting for him to finish practice, just to walk together to your dorm. it meant sitting through every rehearsal, trying your best to study with music in the room.

"i have to study, baby." you pouted softly at his attempt to pursuade you to stay the night at his dorm. his hands resting on your hips, yours around his neck. he groans, dramatically, and shakes his head.

"then let me come with you." he pleads. "i missed you."

"i missed you too, but i can't focus with you in the room." you chuckle softly, shaking your head. "we'll see each other tomorrow." and lorenzo scoffs at that, hating that he'd have to wait twelve more hours to see you.

it happened before you even knew. the quidditch pitch became a regular for you, you don't remember when it started, but it quickly became a part of your weekends. they were loud, crowded, and incredibly chaotic. but lorenzo played amazingly. and he loved how you waited for him after the game. the afternoons you've spent with his band's rehearsals, watching him play and waiting for him to finish up. the lines blurred into a circle.

you don't remember the last time you went to the black lake alone, two spots instead of one occupied the willow tree nearest to the edge of the lake. the library table by the south entrance you love for its quietness became a table for two, you saved a seat for him even without realizing it.

his world became yours, and yours became his.

lorenzo smiles, his arms snaking around your waist from behind as he settles his head on your shoulder. you could feel his breath on your neck when he asks, "how's my girl?"

it was two in the morning after one of his rehearsals, you smiled tiredly, shaking your head. "sleepy."

grinning, he peppered kisses on your neck gently, squeezing you. "m'sorry practice ran late." you hum, nodding.

"i liked the book you recommended me. it's very you." he hums into your ear quietly.

"hm? when?"

"the other night."

you smiled, surprised he even found the time. for something you enjoyed.

your lives intertwined, finding each other again and again, until two lines stopped looking so separate.

it formed a circle

[miscellaneous-misty]

A tutorial for a workskin that allows you to make text messages that look similar to IOS messages!

I made this tutorial in January but it only recently occurred to me to post it here on tumblr. It basically looks like IOS messages and you can scroll through the messages like you’re scrolling on a phone. It works with LADS emojis as well.

As you can see from the GIF, the emojis are animated, not still images. The skin can also display still images if you’d like.

I hope this skin can be helpful to anyone who’s writing text fics!