pervy!Johnny who sent an unsolicited dick pic to you, a bonnie bird he found on insta, getting harder than he already was at the thought of you getting mad and flustered

only to get a reply from you saying 'aw'

and.. another(?) 'swing it around'

once again: soap.

Come get your Subby König!!

This is a König x reader(ish) fic

Inspired by a comment from @prettygirleevee on a previous work (thank you sm!!)

Pure smut

18+ MDNI I’LL TELL YOUR MOM ON YOU

CW: fem reader, headlocks, choking, handjobs, sub!König, pathetic!König (kinda), dom!reader, under negotiationed kink (please don’t do this irl), implied plus-size reader. Let me know if I missed anything

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes

when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia

When Russia sends you nudes

#what the fuck happened here

This is my favorite post in all of tumblr

reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia

reblog it, because Russia can´t

Thanks Obama 

Wtf

When Russia makes this post illegal

I HAVE ONLY SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS

I will reblog this every goddamn time I find it on my dash

I have a piece of tumblr history on my blog now

What the-

I haven’t seen this in about 4 years. I’m glad it’s back.

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

not nsfw obviously but topics of sa and sexual stuff

smth that makes me really really mad abt ghost fans is that there are two sides. gooners who completely disregard his trauma and then people who hang you at dawn for even thinking he’s sexy because he’s an sa victim. as an sa victim this pmo’s me off bad because like… people act like just because you experience sa you’re never gonna fuck again like bro ok.

of course sa makes your relationship w sex complicated and that shouldn’t be disregarded but i’m sick of people acting like every trauma response is different and everyone is different and people heal and AURGHRHRRHRHHHH. PMO MODE: ACTIVATED

this is how i feel understanding ghost’s complexities as a character and the complexity of his trauma and understanding him as an ss victim and being able to comprehend that he can heal and get better while also thinking he’s sexy as hell

sambucky nation how we feeling

MWIII Ghost's Blood type

Soo, it's not B+ from that MWII operator skin but..

Love (the fact if that's) his handwriting *-* And didn't bother to get a blood type patch and just scribbled it on there. "Fuck it."

His hand writing aww

a pos :)

He always says that—someday—he’ll get you without the cameras. 

It’s a vow he whispers to you between gritted teeth one day on set when he’s got your legs tossed over his shoulders. Your feet play peek-a-boo behind Kyle’s head, wiggling with each thrust he makes deep into your cunt, relentlessly forcing himself inside as the crew records the debauched imagery, burning it into film for it to be viewed by thousands of strangers online. 

But Kyle likes it better this way—up close. Having you all to himself; almost. Every millimeter that your lip parts, the very creasing of your brows as he pushes deeper and deeper, the unobstructed symphony of your moans falling across his ears, soaking into his psyche, burning, burrowing, growing. Shockwaves ripple throughout your body, forcing your hands to grip his shoulders, holding on lest you deliquesce into the bed. 

soap letting out a deep, frustrated groan, and kyle looks up from the half-loaded magazine in his hands. johnny's scratching the shaved side of his head in irritation with one hand, his phone in the other, fingers splayed stiffly against the edges.

kyle tilts his head. "t's wrong, mate?"

"och, it's me hen.," johnny grumbles, "says it's a self-care day." his grip around his phone tightens.

kyle raises a brow, "and since when are you not one to get 'er what she wants?"

johnny shoots him a flat look. "'s no' tha'. last time she went 'n got 'erself fixed up, she came back bald. bald, gaz. went 'n stripped me girl of all 'er hair."

if it'd be anyone, kyle would question what he'd meant by that but after having lived, breathed and bled with johnny, he knows better than to ask stupid questions.

"'m sorry t'hear tha', soap," he drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips.

johnny drags a heavy hand down his face. "so am i, gaz."

he sends the money anyway, a mournful groan escaping him.

"so am i."

“spam liking = blocked” spam likers can cum in my mouth actually!!!! spam likers can finger me in dressing rooms and strangle me in alleyways.

@iloustat

Sorry i had like 5 minutes but i had to