#but ik im not calling it x

[vampiefan3]

he definitely wouldn't post this on main

but he probably would on priv tbh

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; smile for the camera.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, very slight exhibition (i think?), v! penetration, choking, size kink, female reader, unedited.

.: masterlist.

simon has STACKS of polaroids of you for when he’s next deployed. you had bought the polaroid camera, all excited to pick up a new hobby; photography. he thought it was stupid, but doesn’t stop you and your aspiring career. you’re taking pictures of everything for the next few weeks. capturing every memory the two of you shared, and piles of pictures were scattered around each room in the house — random ones, blurred ones, blank ones that didn’t develop right.

when you suggest taking pictures for him one night, he doesn’t seem to catch the hint. why’d he have to waste his precious time and take pictures of you when you’re right here?

he still doesn’t understand. he huffs when you climb off of his lap and scurry into your shared bedroom, the soft mutters of the christmas movie you put on for background noise the only thing that catches his attention — and it annoys him. you come back, your shirt hiked up over your bra and the bulky coral-colored camera in hand. 

you sit back onto his lap, shoving the polaroid into his hand and guiding his finger onto the button. he accidentally clicks it, a flash blinding you momentarily and you laugh. 

“eager are we?”

he sucked on his teeth, his eyes rolling at your poor attempt to tease him. his free hand moves to your waist and dips his fingers below the hem of your shorts. you swat his hand away with a pout, mumbling something about patience but he’s too horny to hear – or care. 

simon lowers the camera as you begin to pull your shirt over your head, you whine and tell him to hold it right. but he snaps back and complains that it’s blocking his view. 

it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you pout and tell him just to listen to you. he begrudgingly listens, muttering a retort under his breath that makes you smack his arm and shift off of his lap. but he’s quick to tug you back, saying he’s sorry and you’re just teasing him too much.

you shake your head, your finger hovering his, over the shutter button. you reach back with the other and undo your bra, letting it slip from your shoulder and into his lap. it’s then when you press down and simon takes a picture, your bare breast developing on the film as it slides out the exit slot. now he understands.

he watches with tight lips, waiting for the picture to develop and practically watching it turn into gold in front of his eyes. simon laughs in disbelief and looks at you, he wonders if this was your plan all along. play with it for a little before using it to make souvenirs for him, what a good girlfriend you were.

the hours blend and he has you bent and folded in every position he knows. it’s so embarrassing, and you find yourself covering your face or squeezing your thighs together, now trying to sheepishly hide from the lens.

but he tuts, reminding you that it was your idea. you can’t hide from him and if you try, he’ll keep you up all night — until he’s filled his album with enough pictures to relive any memory of you in bed.

he’s leaned back onto the sofa, one hand in your hair and one hand holding up the camera. he’s groaning loudly as you gag around his cock, your wide eyes fluttering up to meet his. he’s drooling at the sight, tears staining your blushed cheeks and dripping down your chin.

simon spreads his legs and angles the camera down to catch a glimpse of the way you have a hand wrapped around the base of his cock — too big for you to fit it all in your mouth. he snaps a picture, the flash making little dots cloud your vision.

you giggle, pulling your lips off of him to which he annoyingly grunts, trying to push back into your mouth.

“how many more of these are y’gonna take?”

you ask, pressing your cheek into the inside of his thigh. you’re not even looking at him anymore, so focused on his cock and the way your saliva makes his foreskin glisten.

he can’t resist, simon takes another picture and pulls the developing film from the dispenser, tossing it into the pile with the other pictures he’s taken. your face just looks so small aligned with his cock, the angle making him so much larger than he was.

“m’takin as many as i want. what am i gonna do when i miss you when i’m away and need to release some stress?”

simon tugs at your hair, nodding over to the cushions next to him. his hands immediately find your waist when you stand and he pushes you down into the couch. your hair sprawling over the pillows as you look up at him with wide eyes.

another giggle escapes you, your hand covers your mouth to suppress the laughter. it wasn’t that you were surprised about him being so needy, it’s the way he had a mountain of pictures lazily tossed into a pile. film wrappers crumpled lazily and strewn across the coffee table, the packages once holding refills for the film.

“what’s funny, bun?”

simon’s voice is hoarse, he’s spreading your legs and another picture is added to his collection. the way your cunt is glistening with the flash, your juices smeared on your inner thighs. he swears he’s going to cherish these forever, keep them around til’ they are all tattered and barely visible.

your breath is knocked from your lungs, and you can’t form words no matter how hard you try. he’s sliding his cock in between your folds, nudging your clit with his angry red tip. you whine, your hips bucking up to meet his, needing more friction to ease your arousal; and he takes another picture, how he wishes these images could capture sounds.

he’s pressing his fat, heavy cock against your stomach, a groan spilling from his lips when his tip is leaking just below your belly button. simon smears his precum against your skin, translucent globs dribbling from his slit.

“look at that, gonna be in your fuckin’ stomach.”

simon grins at the sight, but before he gives you the pleasure of filling you up, he’s leaning over you and pressing his lips to your neck. your fingernails dig into his shoulders, crescents forming under your touch, and a slew of apologies is mumbled under your shaky breath.

he hums into the crook of your neck, nipping harshly at your skin before dragging his rough tongue over the spot — soothing the bite. simon trails down to your breast, leaving a path of love bites and covering you in his mark.

while he has you distracted, he shifts his hips and pushes himself into you slowly sinking in inch by inch before he’s balls deep. he leans back and he groans at the sight, you are completely exposed for him with his bitemarks sloppily etched into your skin, a bulge forming in your belly. he slides his calloused hand up in between the valley of your breast and he wraps his hand around your neck, he squeezes lightly, and when you moan quietly as if flustered like it’s the first time he has you filled with his cock —  he snaps another picture. afraid that this moment will vanish.

that was the last of the film that he has. but god, it’s worth it. he promises he’ll buy you more in the morning, but he’s dropped the camera and holding you close. his throbbing cock plunging in and out of your squelching cunt, your juices painting his abdomen, shining his muscles under the dim light.

when he has to leave, he gathers EVERY SINGLE ONE and hides it in between the pages of an old magazine. no one would be caught dead snooping through his things, but it was a precaution he took because he didn’t want you exposed for all of his teammates to see. you were his, and he was never one of share.

AN: guys...i don't even have words tbh. just simon and like he WOULD take so many pics i'm just sooo :((( urgh. i hate him. if i missed any warnings lmk!

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

"Which one of us is the real snake here?"

[p1nkcherries]

Guys..it's literally 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀tober 😖🙏

Where are all the fanfics at bae?? 😔

[gavramous]

judgemental powerhouse couple gazsoap <33

[nhyhu]

new year new ship have some sleepy bois

ghost does not appreciate photos of him sleeping

also the line art i uh kinda gave up on the pants lol

[l0v3tast3]

141 x young! Reader that can do the rock face and does it to them when they're in an argument.

Like shes on the counter, trying to reach for the cookies on the top shelf and someone walks in and sees her.

They tell her to get down and all they're met with is:

Sorry if this is a weird rq

✎ this is weird but in a wonderful way

✎ tags: gender neutral reader, young military reader, fluff, not proofread im too cool for that as usual

♡ the first time you do it is when you hear kyle say he just discovered a show or movie that you also like. you drawl an excited, "oh really?" and raise your eyebrow with a slight turn of your head.

♡ he starts laughing because he recognizes the meme, and you two go on further about your new shared interest. the other three men are left confused and a tiny bit disturbed.

♡ price, soap, and ghost break off into their own conversation, not really acknowledging it, brushing it off as another one of the little "things" you do. they had known you long enough at this point to know not to question you too much.

♡ you start doing it a lot more. price asks you what you think of the hat when soap is once again trying to get him to take it off, and you make the face. ghost actually lets you borrow one of his books, and you make the face (out of disbelief, he took the book back). soap says he wants to watch something you don't really want to watch on the tv when you two are hanging out on your off hours, and you make the face.

♡ when it's just the four men together and you're off doing something else, they ask kyle just what the hell is the deal with that face you make. kyle asks what they mean and soap tries to demonstrate (not very well). kyle shows them the video of the rock doing it. soap thinks it's hilarious while simon and price are just sitting there like "what... the fuck?"

♡ one day it culminates in the form of you climbing on the counters. simon had moved your hoard of snacks to the highest shelf, of course, and the nearest chair was way too far away (there was one close enough to turn around and grab without taking a step).

♡ in walks ghost and price while you're just about to go from kneeling on the counters to standing on them. ghost grunts out "i put 'em up there for a reason!" and you whip your head around, eyebrow already raised.

♡ your expression turns into one of anger as he picks you up under your arms and hauls you off of the counter. you're like a cat, practically bristling as you squirm around. he plops you down and very gently cuffs the back of your head. "you're fuckin' weird, kid," is all you get while he grabs one of your snacks and walks out. price snickers and follows him out.

♡ you make sure to only do it to simon from then on.

[hierocherry]

bpwvr scribbles… y2k high school au @ the gardening club + infatuated by one another <3

[ y2k lw design/au inspo from @/luciidagoat on tiktok ]

[kimis-gloves]

Runnin' Home To You - read on ao3

The winter break. The time of year that either leaves people longing for more, or an appreciated break from the world of cars and speed. For Charles leclerc it's a different situation. During this time of year, he's apart from everything he loves, everyone he loves. The way he grabs onto charles when they share a podium, the looks they share while they achieve one of their few moments alone. Charles can't see his life in racing without Max Verstappen being there with him. From the early years of karting, Charles knew he loved max. His entire mind and way of thinking revolves around max. The way he races, the way he does not find any genuine attraction to anyone other than max. It's almost as if he's been poisoned and rotted by his fellow dutchman. 

After Abu Dhabi, Charles found himself not wanting to leave Max's side because he knew that once he did, it would be one of if not the last time he saw Max before the next season's testing. His heart ached everytime he had to spend time away from max. He wondered if Max ever felt the same way, he doubted that as he watched Max walk over to his new girlfriend, one that came upon somewhat suddenly. He watched as they hugged each other tightly, embracing the other's presence as Max exclaimed with joy after winning his fourth world drivers championship. When Max leans in to kiss her, Charles can't bear to watch as it just hurts too much to see the man he's loved for his entire life, act so affectionately to someone that isn't him. 

That was what Charles thought would be the last time he saw Max that year. He spent most of his winter break attempting to take his mind off of the fact that he is so in love with the boy who was sent from the stars. He spent nights laying in bed, deeply wishing Max was there with him. To laugh with and to hold, to stare into his oceans of eyes and tell him how right from the start, he was the light in the dark. 

But alas he can't. He lay there in his cold, empty bed and continued to wish. It's a colder & rainy night, not cold enough to snow. He listens to the droplets of rain rattle against his windows, as he turns over to face the moonlit & rain scattered window, he hears a loud, but stern knock at his apartment door. 

“What the-”

knock, knock, knock

2:37AM

After quickly checking his phone, Charles drags himsout of his bed, throwing on the nearest joggers and whatever loose tee he can get his hands on. As he's making his way towards his front door, hes wondering who on earth could be at his door at this hour, surely nobody import-

“Max?!”

“Charles.. May I please come in?”

“Oh, of course here..”

As Charles is making wax for Max, he's left utterly speechless as to why Max Verstappen is at his door, dripping wet with monacan rain, asking to be let in. surely there's no logical reason for this. 

“Max.. why are you here”

“Shit- charles im sorry, i knew it would be a mistake coming here.”

“No, talk to me.”

Charles brings them both over to the sofa, he offers max a drink but he abruptly declines

“So max, are you going to tell me why you've shown up at my doorstep, at 3 in the morning and soaking wet?”

“She left me, charles.”

‘Oh. I'm sorry to hear that, but it doesn't really explain why you're here like this.”

“Something in me just really needed to see you, I tried calling Daniel for a word of advice but nothing and nobody is helping. I guess I just- really needed to be with you for this. You understand, right?”

Charles is at a loss for words. THE max verstappen.. needed him?? He didn't know how to respond or how to feel about this information, all he could do was sit there and stare at his beloved, not noticing his gaze moving to the freckle on Max’s light pink lip. 

“Charles?”

“Uh- yes max. I get how you feel. Sometimes you just can't help but only want one specific person at times.”

“Yeah”

The two men sit there in silence, thoughts racing through minds. Max worries that he's making Charles uncomfortable so he's urged by his mind to get up and leave. He really doesn't want to, but he doesn't want to make his situation worse by ruining things with the person he genuinely loved. The person that was the root of his breakup with his now ex girlfriend.  

 - 40 minutes before -

“You only talk about charles!! Charles did this, Charles said that. Charles talked about these things and that person charles charles charles!! I’M supposed to be your girlfriend, not charles. I've had enough of being put second to somebody you're supposed to be rivals with. It's going to be either me or Charles, Max.”

Max did not respond to her, instead he walked out the door and walked straight to charles apartment where he knew charles would lie awake at that hour. 

Ever since Max was a young boy, he knew he had some types of feelings for charles. He didn't care about winning against the other racers, he only enjoyed racing against charles. Seeing the way Charles would be left frustrated after knowing Max is the only one he couldn't take on. He enjoyed the rush he got from teasing Charles of the win, knowing he would come out on top every single time. 

When Max met Kelly, he thought he had found it all, but soon he started to feel as if there was something missing. He felt empty. When he realized it was because of these feelings for Charles, he tried so desperately to ignore them but the more he tried the more he couldn't keep his mind, or his eyes off of charles. He thought Charles was the most beautiful thing to have ever existed. Charles was everything to max and max was everything to charles, but neither of the which knew of the others “secret”

—

“I think i should leave, im sorry charles”

“What? Why?’

“This was wrong. Enjoy your night.”

“Max”

Max turns towards the door aiming to leave but charles quickly follows and grabs max by the back of his shoulder

“Max.”

Brushing off Charles's hand, he stands there, slightly hovering over charles.

“Please stay” he says, looking up into the madness of max's eyes.

And that was all max needed to feel sure that coming here was, in fact, not a mistake. 

[str4ngr]

twister [ sakusa kiyoomi ]

its my bday so bday drabble hehehe

cw: foul language, some suggestive bits, implied fem!reader

“scratch my back,” sakusa groans, melting into the couch, lying on his stomach with his bulky legs on your lap,

“no, you can do it yourself,” you dramatically groaned back, too tired from work. he shot a glare over his shoulder, freshly washed hair sticking to his forehead in strands. you gave a sarcastic smile back to him, leaning over and running your fingers through his hair, causing him to soften, 

“at least scratch my scalp,“ he pleaded, causing you to do anything but humor him as you pulled your hand away, to his disappointment. “c’mon, sweetheart, please,“ he whined, 

“with your wrists you could probably do it by yourself.“ he groaned, a dramatic, exhausted, emotional, angry, exhale leaving his lips. you could feel your chest tighten as you silently laughed, opting to loudly inhale. another glare, with a smile you couldn’t see.

“I’m not a contortionist, now please scratch my fucking back” you can’t help it as you laugh, holding onto his calves as you laugh, his choking chuckle joining you

“when did you get so needy? and besides, not a contortionist my ass have you seen your wrists??” he scoffs, 

“Yeah, my wrists dumbass, besides i’ve seen my wrists plenty when i fing--”, you slam a pillow on his head, laughter abruptly stopped by your jaw on the floor and the muted retaliations as kiyoomi reaches back to grasp at the pillow, bursting out into laughter as he sees your face, dumbfounded with your mouth wide open. he can feel his eyes burning as he shakes with amusement, his legs raising out of your lap as he turned his upper body to rest on one arm and look at you. Your face filled with an obnoxious grin, neck pulled taught at you pursed your lips together to not laugh, kiyoomi simply looking at you, the same expression on his face. 

and when your eyes met, the two of you turned to kids, laughing and giggling like there wouldn’t be a noise complaint about your idiotic humor, hands slamming against the surface of the sofa, choking in unfunny humor as your stomachs began to hurt. 

your eyes filled with tears as you escaped the weight of his legs to lie on top of him, still exasperated and laughing, kiyoomi using the pillow to defend himself as you nearly shouted when he opened his mouth again, grinning.

“i’ll shut up if you scratch my back.“

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he gives me such deep ‘i make dirty jokes with everyone and you can’t stop me’ vibes it actually insane [thats literally me]  i just love the idea of domestic life its so cutie

directory 

[lexezombie]

So uh,,, I had an idea,,, and I did it <;< Chef but I turn her into a troll??? How?? Idk??

I gave Creek a necklace just so I could make her pull it

[wikitpowers]

anyone ever think about how kit is literally ty's best friend? like kit was the only one who ever showed that he truly cared about ty as a friend, that he accepted him exactly as he is. he's the only one who laughed with him, not at him and the one who understood that ty works differently than others and didn't view him as weird or strange because of it, but rather loved him for all of those things?

nope? just me? okay then

[faaun]

pls i need to provide updates

[dullahandyke]

the only thing stopping me from writing larxene x aura blackquill smut is that i have no earthly fucking idea how to get the two in a room together. wouldnt want it to be some 'au where theyre both office workers and get locked in a closet xoxo' thing. aiming for fully plausible 'YOU CAN'T PROVE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN'. i usually place japanifornia in quadratum for my ends re: keyblade revolutionnaire, but that asks wicked questions abt how larxene got there so my best bet is probably 'san fransokyo and we imply that the plot of big hero 6 is happening in the background of aa during the 7 year gap'. but then what

[evilvvithin]

I'm sorry if this isn't in order but for the könig kiss prompts number 36

you can request anything you want! i'm only doing them in order if i write them on my own :)

76 kiss prompts ft. König ⇨ #36 “We can never be together” kiss

⇨ prompt masterlist

Short little cute scenario with quite open ending, no warnings

The second you saw him, you knew you were doomed. This behemoth of a man with sleepy, piercing eyes. His sense of humor, his soft and caring personality towards people he knew. His brutality and unforgiveness towards his enemies. 

You fell for him right away, your mind constantly occupied by thoughts of how to approach him or let him know. He never thought anyone would like him, not that way as you did so he was misunderstanding all signals you were sending his way. You had to go straight in, telling him facts about how you felt about him. 

This night was perfect. Whole team celebrated the successful mission, all hostages saved and all enemies KIA. He wasn't the type to go to big celebrations or pubs at all, but he joined to spend time with his friends. He knew you were staring at him the whole time, not just tonight but every time you had a chance. 

Glancing at you from his corner, he waved at you and you at him. He gestured to you to join him and you did without hesitation. Sitting down next to him, you felt his confused eyes burning into the side of your face. 

"There's something on your mind," König said with his typical accent. 

It was now or never. "I like you, you know. I really like you." Your voice trembled a little at the end, you were nervous. Nervous that he didn't feel the same.

He remained silent for what felt like eternity, before grabbing your hand and dragging you behind the corner unnoticed by others. Leaning on the wall next to you, he brushed his thumb over your hand softly while you gave him your confused look. Out of nowhere, he leaned down to your face and cupped your cheeks, pulling you into one of the most intense and longest kisses you've ever experienced. You closed your eyes, wanting the moment to last forever. His lips felt so soft and his hands weren't as rough as you imagined.

"This could never work," König said after breaking the kiss. 

You kept your eyes closed, thinking about his lips on yours. 

"I like you too," he continued, "but I can't bear the thought of someone I like so much getting hurt or dying under my watch."

"I could quit and get a normal job?" 

He only smiled at you widely without any answer and returned to others, leaving your lips burning for more attention and your head dizzy with thoughts.

[tiangouaway]

just... calling solomon “my king”