#i guess? lol

[leopardmuffinxo]

hot and bothered

[ahappyphjl]

hips don't lie

[weirdozjunkary]

Anybody remember that one idea I had a while ago?

[loserifer]

lucifer bragged about this for decades to come

source image below:

[gurenmonster]

december is almost over and this halftime show will forever be stuck in my head, so here's some doodles (quotes could be wrong i don't remember well)

+

little bonus:

[superscourge]

forgive the messy handwriting BUT here's smth ive been workin on!

basically these are concepts for characters from an alt universe from sonic's world called penrosia ^^ offbrands, if you will. lol

swift (sonic's counterpart), umbra (shadow's counterpart), and zaro (...nazo's counterpart LOLLL)

i'll develop them more goin forward ^^

[beansprean]

Silly lil 'Guillermo enters our world' comic I did a while ago! kudos to @andiforyou who came up with the brilliant idea of adding "-canadian" to the french mistake title LMAO

and YES I stand by the fact that Guillermo is NOT a coffee guy!! He is a red bull and chocolate-covered-espresso-bean and yoo-hoo loving sweet freak!

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. WWDITS title card on a purple, pink, and teal splatter background. The 'shadows' has been scribbled out with teal spraypaint and 'french mistake' is written over it in black cursive. 'canadian' has been added between them in a different font. The full title now reads 'What We Do In The French-Canadian Mistake'. 2. Waist up of Guillermo, who is wearing a navy pullover and no glasses. He is panicking, hands pressed to either side of his head as his eyes dart around. He asks aloud, "Where am I? What am I wearing? Where are my glasses?!" 3. Shoulders up from behind Guillermo as a voice calls out "Hey, man! There you are!" Guillermo lowers his hands and turns to look over his shoulder, face pinched, a stress tear welling in one eye. 4. Waist up of Kayvan Novak in a black puffer jacket and yellow beanie, smiling as he holds up two to-go coffees from Tim Horton's. Offscreen, Guillermo shrieks, "Master?!" 5. Hips up of them both facing each other, a trailer with Harvey Guillen's name on it now visible in the background. Kayvan laughs and replies, "Was I doing the accent again?" He then screws up his face and puts on his Nandor voice to say "Take your dumb human beverage!" as he thrusts one of the coffees toward Guillermo. Guillermo stares up at him, dumbfounded, and hesitantly takes the cup. A thought bubble above his head contains the British flag and a series of question marks. 6. Small panel, waist-up, of them both walking side by side in the direction Kayvan came from. Guillermo is sipping anxiously at his coffee, face pinched as if he isn't sure he likes it. Text pointing at him reads 'Never drank coffee before'. Kayvan sips from his own cup while peering at Guillermo suspiciously from the corner of his eye. Text pointing at him reads 'Trying to figure out what bit he's doing so he can join in'. /end ID

[thearchercore]

just finished the lestappen gymnasts paris olympics exes to lovers au and am happy to announce i will be emotionally processing it for the next 4 business days

[kindahoping4forever]

Luke for Love Want magazine

📸: Bartolomeo Celestino

[flipflopitstimetostop2]

was thinking about that one thing somebody submitted to the regretevator headcanons blog that was like “poob would say the most out of pocket shit if it was only them and pest in the elevator”

alternate version under the cut (cw drugs)

[phrumbs]

@amazingphil release the phukbang or else

[blucifer08]

go on. take it.

[toppamplemousse]

I would be very happy if you could write a fic about Charles being used by mechanics

ok kind of obsessed with this ask and the absolute lack of direction here. was going to summarize and then what do you know there's 1.5k words in the google doc.

the votes were in for post-monza gangbang so......hope this is more or less what you were after. happy chwin!

explicit ferrari garage (+ max) using charles under the cut <3

By the time Max finally gets out of the debrief, he isn’t sure what he expects to see from the Ferrari garage. It’s hard to explain to outsiders what it means to win for Ferrari – what they do for their winners. To their winners. Words couldn’t possibly encapsulate how they celebrate, how much it means to them all. Max has seen it before, but not in Monza, not at their home. 

He slinks into the back entrance of Ferrari, just as Carlos is leaving.

“Hey, mate,” Carlos barely looks at him, clapping him on the shoulder. “They’re in there.”

Carlos barely nods in the direction of the garage. Max smiles, says thanks. It’s funny, really, that Carlos can’t look him in the eye after all this. Clearly Charles wants it, clearly Max gave permission. Yet Carlos still acts like it’s something covert, a clandestine happening. Something that makes his hands dirty, that he needs to repent. And it’s not like Carlos doesn’t enjoy it. Max knows he can’t resist the offer. 

It would be much easier to look straight Max, say thanks, and tell him Charles is waiting, face dripping with come. 

And that’s about the scene Max walks into – Bryan is there, of course, leaning over Charles, who rests against the side of the SF-24. He’s carding a hand through Charles’ hair, talking softly to him. Max can hear the Italian consonants bounce off his tongue. Alessandro is there too, though in a more compromising position, if Max cared. Leaning against the car, cock still in his hand, trying to catch his breath. He sees Max and raises his eyebrows, and Max thinks, that’s right. You should be fucking thanking me, worshipping the ground I walk on, for this. 

Bryan stands up. “Ciao, Max, what a race. He’s been so good, so perfect. Better than usual, ovviamente. He is begging for it, but we will let you have that.”

Max nods. It’s a routine affair, truly. Bryan only gets to come inside if Charles fucks up. Otherwise, he’s all Max’s.

And when Max finally gets a good look at Charles, it’s far better than he could have expected.

Charles’ eyes are slightly open, the unmissable green still there, but it’s foggy. He is so, so gone, more than usual, it seems. Max crouches down next to him, tilting his face up with a finger on his chin. Charles’ skin, his rosy cheeks and golden glow, are obscured by the flush that spreads across his face, down his neck. His lips are swollen, red and used, and Charles flinches as Max runs a finger along them. Fuck, he is so beautiful like this. 

And the evidence from this evening does not go unnoticed. Spurts of come, staining his beautiful face, catching on his eyelashes and dripping down his cheeks. Carlos, Ale, Bryan, for sure, and anyone else Bryan deemed worthy. Max feels the electric rush, straight for his groin, at the sight. It’s obscene. Filthy.

“Baby,” Max coos, watching Charles slightly stir, “Did you have fun?”

A smile spreads slowly across Charles’ face. God, he’s so fucked out. Max has rarely ever seen him like this, not even after Monaco. 

“Want it so bad, Max,” Charles whimpers, barely audible. “So bad. Want you– need it.”

Fuck, Max is so hard at his voice. He leans in, connecting their mouths and feeling Charles’ soft lips against his own. He can’t help but groan into the taste, into the way the come mixes in their mouths. Charles is so pliable like this, so willing. Max wants to savor it, but his jeans are so tight and he had to wait through Red Bull’s most uninteresting debrief, when all he could do was think about this. He deserves it. Charles deserves it. 

He reaches a hand down to wrap around Charles’ cock, hard and drooling, and Charles moans at the touch. God, Max could just get him off like this, dirty and quick and lick up every drop from his hand, but he needs so much more. Max lifts him up, kissing down his jaw, onto his neck, tasting everyone who came before him. It’s intoxicating. Charles can barely move on his own, boneless and docile. 

“There you go, baby, so perfect, doing so well,” Max kisses him on his shoulder as he turns him around, pushing against Charles’ back, arching him over the car. “My good boy.”

Charles whines, high in his throat. His legs spread, and Max has to look away, for fear of coming in his pants then and there. Charles’ hole is red, puffy, so thoroughly abused, come streaking across his back. His cock hangs between his legs, and there’s so much Max wants to do to him it’s unreal. With two fingers, he gingerly presses them in, the slide made effortless by the amount of lube inside him. 

“Don’t worry, Max,” Bryan taps his shoulder, “No one finished here. Just for you, we know. Certo.” 

A surge of pride, wrapped in fierce possessiveness courses through Max’s veins. Bryan’s right; Charles is no one’s but his. Mine.

Max adds a third finger, watches Charles thrash a little. It’s too easy.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to fill you up, yeah? Is that what you want? You want my cock so bad, want me to fuck you,” Max is almost breathless watching Charles squirm on his fingers, loose and used and hot. 

Charles manages to look over his shoulder, eyes glassy. “Yes, please, please, Max, just you, only you. I need it– please.”

Charles has barely gotten the last few words out when Max pulls his fingers out, lining up his cock with Charles’ hole, smearing the lube and precome back and forth with the head of his cock. This is all he’s been thinking about; sinking into Charles, warm and inviting, begging for his touch. Charles is babbling, begging for it, like he hasn’t just had several different men in him for the last hour, pounding him until he can see stars.

Max pushes in and it’s gloriously wet, filthy and messy. Charles’ moans get louder, punctuating each of Max’s thrusts. He takes it slow, at first, relishing in the way there’s barely any resistance, like a perfect little cock sleeve. 

“Race winner, baby,” he murmurs into the skin of Charles’ shoulder, seeing the goosebumps scatter across Charles’ skin. “There’s no one like you, my pretty baby, my champion.”

Max looks up through his eyelashes, and sees some of the crew watching Charles intently, hands wrapped around their cocks as they jerk off. Max picks up the pace, needing to come so desperately, wanting to show off to the garage that Max is the only one who gets to do this, only one who gets to make him come, who gets to experience what it’s like coming inside him. 

“Tell me how much you want it, baby,” Max slaps the meat of Charles’ ass, adding to the hot red handprints already forming there. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you stupid, fuck a baby into you.”

“Max, please, want your come, please, just fucking–” Charles’ breath is punched out of him as Max shifts his hips, never once relenting. “Fill me up, want it so badly.”

Max is so close to the edge, watching Charles so mindlessly beg for him like this, in front of all his mechanics and engineers. “I’m going to --fuck, Charles-- pump you so full of my come.”

Charles cries out, and Max reaches around, taking Charles’ cock into his hand. Bryan is in front of Charles again, running one hand through his hair, while the other works himself furiously. He’s whispering words of praise again, telling him how good of a race it was, how perfect Charles is for the team. Max sucks a bruise into Charles’ shoulder, and tells him, “You can come baby, come on my cock,” and Charles is coming hard, moaning echoing through the garage as Max works him through it. 

“Good boy, fuck.” 

Charles clenches around him, as hard as Max supposes he can for someone who’s this loose, this overstimulated, and it’s enough for Max. To know how Charles has been idolized, praised, worshiped today to the point of dumb, fucked-out incoherence, begging for him, only him. He fucks in and comes, filling Charles up hot and panting heavily. Bryan comes with a groan, finishing once again across Charles’ face, before smearing the head of his cock on Charles’ mouth. 

There is little left in Charles, moaning at the taste, at the feeling. Max pulls out slowly, rubbing circles onto Charles’ back, and watches the way his come starts to drip out. 

[genevawrenn]

Well now we are just turning the QSMP into Lion King:

Techno as Mufasa

Chayanne as Simba

Tazercraft is Pumbaa and Timon

Fit is Zazu

Phil is Rafiki

Charlie, Baghera and Cellbit as the main 3 hyenas [just BOLAS in general]