#this has been in my drafts for MONTHS

[nova2kss]

Plug!Connie x black!Reader

Plug Connie fic (sorta kinda) bc I love him sooo much

Not proof read

Enjoy cause im prob not gonna write again until may🙂‍↕️ ily guys

Constance fucking springer a dangerous man as some would say.

You being best friends and roommates with Sasha braus, made you a bit more acquainted with the man more than you’d like as you would say.

You never really tried to involve yourself into his lifestyle…well that was until finals week when you were terribly stressed

The only thing you needed from him was a few grams.

A few grams turned into a few packs, a few packs turned into a few smoke sessions, and a few smoke sessions turned into Connie beating your shit from the back.

“S-shit take it out papa, I’m s-sorryyy” 

“Mhm hmm I know”

The tinted windows on his all back red rimmed SRT was fogged with your hand prints all over them

You didn’t mean to put yourself in this predicament, you just wanted to show your man that you were a grown ass woman who could make her own decisions

Connie’s hands were deepening your arch in his back seat

“Keep that back arched or I won’t let up baby”

You gripped the hand door handle praying keeping that deep arch would give him some sympathy to give you at least a break

“Mhmm just like that mami, shit so good ima nut in you”

“Fuck paaa please I’m so s-sor AH”

You were interrupted with a sting on your ass combined with a sharp thrust.

“Fuck up, take that shit. This what you wanted right”

He was right, this was indeed what you wanted, you just weren’t expecting him to fuck you this hard.

As much as you complained you loved seeing this side of him, you loved when he put you in your place, and reminded you why you shouldn’t piss him off.

He slowed his thrust down ever so slightly watching the white ring drip around his shaft as you to connected.

“Look at you creaming on this dick baby”

The whimpers you let out in unison with the squelching around him; had him ready to give you all his cum.

As much as he was mad at you, he couldn’t hold back his moans in the slightest, your pussy had him rambling spewing out anything

“F-fuck I love you s’much baby” “you feel so good” “I’m gonna cum baby”

All of this while he fucked you so stupid you couldn’t even respond.

Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head when Connie snaked his hands into your hair pulling your head back onto his chest.

You couldn’t even speak and ask for a break the most you could do was reach your hand back and try and push him out of your guts

Connie looked down at your petty attempt to push him away

“Move your hand baby”

“Mhm mhm”

“Y/n move that shit”

“Mhm nooo, take sum outtt”

His thrust came to a halt

“Y/n if you don’t move yo hand ima kill yo shit”

Your hand was moved with quickness.

“Uhh Fuck pa I’m gonna cum”

“I know baby I feel you, I’m right there”

Your hips move with his chasing your nut, and Connie was doing every for you to catch it

His hand stayed tangled in your hair as he licked and moaned over your neck

He couldn’t hold his nut anymore, and neither could you

“Cum for me baby, I’m right thereee”

The waterfall rushed out wetting his fresh leather seats and his whole lower half

“M’cumming m’cumminggg”

His thrust stopped as he painted your insides with his warm seed

The only thing you seen was the whites of his eyes while he groaned into you, riding out your orgasms

You both moaned as he pulled out, watching his nut drip out of you

He laughed looking at the seats of his car

“We made a mess”

[koyuxim]

he’s so cute in this coat!!!!!!

[whump-in-the-closet]

The light fades from a characters eyes in five stages

Denial. This isn’t real. You want me on my knees? I mean, if you ask nicely.

No, I’m not apologizing, I didn’t do anything wrong—

Forced to their knees anyway.

Anger. Snapping at the hands that tie them down.

Resist. Resist. Resist. This isn’t right.

Blood on the floor, iron-bitter blood in their mouth, knocked to the floor. Up again. Back down.

Fuck you, you’d have to kill me to shut me up—

Bargaining. If I lick your boots will you give me my clothes back?

If I stay still, can I please sleep tonight?

Please?

They just have to stay strong. Stay alive. Until their friends come.

— god, that’s too far— you can’t make me— anything else? I’ll do anything—

Funny, they thought they had a say in their choices.

Depression.

….

….

They aren’t coming

….

….

No more screaming.

The guards realize they can get away with a lot more when they’re dealing with the quiet prisoner.

Doesn’t matter.

Acceptance. Whatever you say. Sir.

They never had a choice to begin with. Fated to fall from the moment it started. The only thing they could control was how long it took.

It took a while.

But now?

Yes, sir. Immediate.

[hayscodings]

we were cheated out of them making fun of each other for these outfits

[queer-brainrot]

ok so here's the thing about jercy. they're like an onion, they have layers

they are totally boyfriends that call each other dude and bro all the fucking time, they tease each other and joke around, they get into dumb competitions with each other and their banter is top notch

but they're also. all over each other. and not like in a making out in front of everyone kind of way but like you can't tell me jason isn't touch-starved and i just know that his sweet, empathetic, emotionally intelligent percy is going to pick up on that. so Percy is always touching Jason, an arm over his shoulder or resting his hand on the small of his back or holding hands while they patrol with their swords in their dominant hands. jason probably doesn't realize how badly he needs it until he gets it and then he doesn't know how to ask for it but percy delivers anyways. eventually jason works his way up to using his words and even initiating the contact he craves all by himself

bottom line they are soft for each other, as leaders of their camps it's hard for them to let their guard down but with each other they can because they know the other just gets it and they feel safe. you don't think jason absolutely breaks down crying on percy's chest after meeting sally and comparing it to his own mother, while percy holds him through it and reassures him that sally is his family too? you don't think jason will stay up all night holding percy when the nightmares get to be too much? i think these two are able to open up much more to each other than anyone else. they're both the big spoon, they're both the little spoon, they each need it sometimes ok

but just because they're soft and in love does not mean they don't go hard on each other in training, they fight in the arena without holding back. they're still super competitive with one another whether it's sword fighting, demigod abilities, or dumb stuff (including but not limited to flirting and making the other blush). they know the other can take it

but oh my gods if one of them gets hurt? they are so fucking protective. between percy 'loyalty is my fatal flaw' jackson and jason 'raised by wolves' grace they would do anything, go absolutely feral, to keep the the other safe from any threat, real or perceived, because they're so precious to one another. these traits probably also lead into some possessiveness but like they're into it and i promise it's not in a toxic way it's just very low-key they know they don't like "own" each other alright

so like yeah they can be pushing each other around bro-ing out almost looking like they're just friends, or you can question how they can look ready to kill each other when they spar, but you gotta look for the subtle things. look in their eyes, they can't keep the absolute love and adoration out of their eyes. and remember, as touchy as they are when they're relaxing around camp, you will never see what they're like when it's just themselves (hint it's a complete mashup of bro shit and soft love and passion), and if you try getting too close to either boyfriend they will both instantly shut you down

[cyxnidx]

SUCK IT !

character: wriothesley

genre: smut

warnings: oral (m receiving), implied bratty reader, implied "cat & mouse" game(?)

a/n: enjoy your meal.

slamming the closet door open, wriothesley grins when he sees you hiding in plain sight. "why, hello.." he greets, tone welcoming and warm as if the deal the two of you just made wasn't similar to a deal with the devil.

moments ago, a simple "hide & seek" game was turned to "hide, & if i find you, i fuck you to oblivion". because, of course, your reckless mouth can do everything but keep you out of trouble.

still in denial, with adrenaline coursing through your veins, you run. sprinting out and charging for the door, your heart pumps the chemical through your body even more. it wasn't like you were scared, though. if anything, you were filled to the brim with ecstasy.

the thought of being chased, hunted, and found was exciting. and with wriothesley being your hunter, that made it even better.

however, you're quickly pulled back by wriothesley's grasp on your wrist, forcing you back into his grasp. "that's not fair, now is it?" he asks, bringing you toward the bed despite the words of disagreement falling out your mouth. he tsks, disappointed. "you don't learn, do you?" he says, "that mouth of yours is what got you in this situation."

putting you to your knees, he begins unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other holds your jaw shut and head still.

you watch as he finally gets it off, pants falling to his ankles as his cock springs from its confines. "put that pretty mouth to work, yeah?" he says, tapping the tip of his cock on your pouting lips. "say ah."

like clockwork, your mouth opens and tongue rests on your bottom teeth, ready to take him.

"good girl," he praises, slowly pressing his cock into your mouth. he hisses a bit, "open jus' a little wider f'me baby."

[tea-potato-gt]

G/t creators be like...

Giant: I promise I will never touch/pick you up because I know it makes you uncomfortable.

tiny: thank you.

G/t creator (in the corner, smiling devilishly) (slowly raises hand towards candle with an open flame.)

Giant: Don't do it!

Tiny: Stop!

G/t creator: (Knocks candle over) (proceeds to set the whole room on fire) (still smiling)

Giant and Tiny (horrified, not only because🔥danger🔥, but now they HAVE to hold/be held.)

*womp womp my favorite trope is about to happen😔🤪*

[theladyrebecca2]

Just saw this again, and it reminded me that this specific quote is one of the main reasons why I believe in Byler endgame. 🤷‍♀️

In S4, Will is so worried that Mike will never want to hear that Will is in love with him.

To subvert that expectation, the exact opposite needs to occur

Will ended up masking his love confession by using El’s name, but that only prolongs the secrecy of his feelings

In S5 the painting lie is 100% going to come to light, and Mike is going to find out

Will’s going to have no choice but to finally tell him the truth

“I’m in love with you”

And Mike has to react to that admission of love - the love that made him feel wanted and needed and the heart

(And I know this has all been said before but, nobody should ever have wondered if Mike would react badly/homophobic to it, because if you’ve watched the show you already know that was never even a possibility)

Instead of not wanting to hear it like Will assumed, Mike is going to be over the moon happy and relieved. He’s going to subvert Will’s question: “what if they don’t like the truth?”

Mike is going to love the truth.

Basic storytelling technique waves this answer in our faces, but some people are too entrenched in heteronormativity/denial/homophobia to see or believe it

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Anatomy Class

kai parker x reader

summary: kai + magic + boredom = trouble

tags: high school au, siphoning, magical fingering, masturbation (semi-public)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i tagged this right next to my dad; you're both 18 in this!

“You have to promise to use this wisely and not get caught with it. Not in school, and certainly not at home,” you reiterate to Kai for maybe the third time in twenty minutes. 

“I know, I know! Trust me, princess, I know the risks.”

“If it runs out, I can give you more, but if my parents suspect something’s up, they’ll find a way to contact yours.”

“But what if I run out before the day’s over and it’s just wasted? If I don’t use it, it drains.”

You sigh. “What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t know… can’t I just play with it a little? I can’t do that much damage during school hours. Worst I could do is make some kid trip over his shoelaces.”

“Kai!”

“I’m kidding! But seriously, Y/N…”

“Okay, I see your point. Do whatever you want with it, just don’t get caught.”

“And if I run out, you’ll give me more?” He hates to sound greedy, but he’s desperate.

“Of course. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have permanent access, so as little as I use mine, I might as well give it to you.” He nods. “But again, be careful.”

“I will.”

“Okay. We’re coming up on the school now. Take my hand.”

He does, and then you nod to him to siphon. “Tell me when to stop.”

Your hands glow, but it doesn’t hurt. Kai says when he siphons his siblings, it hurts them. But you don’t feel any pain. If anything, your body warms with a tingly, pleasure-like feeling. After about thirty seconds, you start to feel a little dizzy though, and decide that’s a good time to cut him off. 

“Stop.”

He drops your hand immediately. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. No pain, just a little dizzy.”

“Okay,” he confirms. He’d hate to hurt the one person who’s ever given him any love and attention. 

“How do you feel?”

Kai smiles as the magic runs through his veins. He lets out a small moan that settles in the pit of your stomach. “Good,” he finally answers. He then takes the pencil you’ve stuck behind your ear and makes it float in the air. 

“Good,” you say, stopping for a moment to kiss the side of his face. You take your pencil back as the school comes into view. “See you in class?”

“Mhm.” 

The two of you walk up to the doors together, then part ways for your first class. 

You have third period together, but Kai sits all the way in the back, while you’re in the middle row. The teacher assigned the seats, and rudely placed his kids by favoritism: most engaged in the front; most uninterested in the back. Kai’s incredibly smart, but that comes to his disadvantage in school. Most of the lessons are boring; he passes them with flying colors and faces little challenge completing them. He finishes early, or already understands the material, and ends up tapping his foot or fingers during class. Mr. Peters interprets this as disrespect and boredom. 

Today in class, you’re reviewing the different systems in the body. Yet another topic that Kai has practically memorized. The final exam is in three weeks, though with the material being as difficult as it is, Mr. Peters has decided to start studying early. The material isn’t too much of a challenge for you, though Kai still has you beat in that matter. 

The man makes a list of topics on the chalkboard, then slowly goes down his list asking and answering questions about each one. He asks something and the class responds, but every so often, someone asks their own question, and he launches into a huge explanation for it. It’s during one of your classmate’s questions that you suddenly start to feel a heaviness in the bottom of your stomach. 

Immediately, you put a hand to it. Your mind races to think of what could’ve caused it. You hadn’t eaten anything weird that day, nor have you had any aches or pains all week. In the middle of your train of thought, the feeling shifts lower. There’s a pressure traveling south. In the next moment, it feels like circles being rubbed down along your body. Intentional pressure. Kai. 

Your brain provides the reason as soon as you recall your morning: you gave him magic. 

“Do whatever you want with it,” you had told him. 

Well, he sure is now. 

Slowly, you turn to face him. His hands are hidden from sight, inside his desk, but the smile creeping on his face is unmistakable. He’s certainly messing with you. 

Stop, you mouth to him. 

The bastard only winks. 

You turn back around and cross your legs over each other, squeezing them tight. There’s no freaking way he’s doing this in the middle of class. 

The pressure suddenly increases. You can almost feel the pads of his fingers touching you - one on your clit, two brushing your folds. You bite your lip so hard it might bleed. Your hands are clenched into fists underneath the table. 

“Kai, stop,” you think, hoping there’s even a point one percent chance he can read your mind. He doesn’t, though, and if anything, mimics dipping between your folds, feeling your walls. 

“The organs involved in the endocrine system are- Y/N,” your teacher stops mid-sentence to look at you, “are you okay?!”

You release your fists, hoping to look less suspicious. “Yeah. I have a stomach ache. Do you- do you mind if I go to the restroom?”

Mr. Peters hurries to his desk for a hall pass. “Not at all. Go to the nurse if it doesn’t feel better in ten minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You take it and hurry out the door.

You spare a glance at Kai on your way out. He smirks at you when you look at him, but then looks back at his hands, clearly focused. The feeling sharpens, and you dash out the door. 

As soon as you reach the bathroom, you fling yourself against the wall in the nearest stall. You’re still biting your lip not to moan, but don’t fight the need that brings you to unbuckle your belt to relieve some of the built-up tension. Criminally, it seems Kai can still control you despite the distance. You can still feel his finger-pads petting your walls. The pressure is still on your clit, and it only grows by the minute. 

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling yourself getting close. 

You drop two fingers to your clit, rubbing it yourself. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to push your toes against the edge of the toilet to not slip. 

“Goddammit, Kai.” It’s a whisper, but you really hope no one else is in the bathroom right then. 

You focus on the way he feels on you, as well as the added pressure you’re giving yourself. Within two minutes’ time, you come. It hits you hard. Your knees almost give out, despite the way you tried to hold yourself upright. Your chest heaves; the sensation sends pleasure throughout your whole body. Your vision gets spotty, and soon, your lip starts to bleed. It’s overwhelming in all the best ways. 

After another few seconds, Kai seemingly retracts his fingers. You curse him the minute he does, remembering you’re in school, and you’re supposed to be studying in class right now. 

The moment you get your bearings, you stumble to your feet and towards the sink. You wash your hands and grab onto the solid material to ground yourself; your brain is still swimming in post-high fuzzies. 

“Fuck you, Kai,” you think, again telepathically, hoping he can hear you. If he can, you’d bet your life on the fact that he’s wearing his signature smirk. 

When you finally recover, you make your way back to class. You offer Mr. Peters a half smile and report that most of it is gone. “Must’ve been something I ate this morning,” you lie. 

He replies with his own smile and a nod, and goes back to teaching. 

The moment you sit, you turn to see Kai, who is, in fact, smirking at you. You give him a playful roll of your eyes before turning back to the lesson.

Luckily, that’s his only shenanigan for the day. During lunch and your other classes together, he dares to act innocent. You would scold him for it during lunchtime, but Jo is sitting with you today, preventing that entirely. 

The walk back to school provides the perfect timing. 

“Malachai Parker,” you say in your best authoritative voice.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Did I do something wrong?! Did I do- you know what you did.”

“I don’t recall.”

“Third period. You and your magic fingers. You-”

“Oh,” he has the nerve to laugh, “that. Did you like that?”

“Did I like that?! Kai, during class?!”

“You said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t get caught. I didn’t get caught.”

You scoff. “I did not mean for you to do that!”

“But you liked it. What’d you do in the bathroom?”

“What?!”

“Why’d you go to the bathroom?”

“To hide the fact you were fingering me in class! What do you think I went for?!”

“Did you come?”

“Excuse me?”

“Simple question, princess.”

“I did not-”

“Don’t lie to me now.”

“Fine,” you bite your lip, “I did.”

He smiles. “Got you. Knew you liked it.”

“That was so inappropriate! I’d never think you’d be so bold. And when did you know when to stop? You did, like, ten seconds after I finished.” 

He chuckles like it’s a game. “The last five times I’ve fingered you, it’s taken you five minutes on average to come. I watched on my watch; three minutes happened in class, two in the bathroom. I gave ten seconds to spare to either get you there if you needed extra time, or to ride you through it. Turns out, I’m pretty spot on.”

“Putting your brain to great use,” you mumble, “and my magic.”

Suddenly, he looks nervous. “You’re still gonna give it to me, right? I didn’t lose my chances to have it, did I? Because I can behave. Y/N, I promise. It won’t happen again.”

You change your attitude to match his. “Oh, baby, no. No, I’m not like that. Don’t you worry about stuff like that. I’m still gonna give you magic, even if you use it in questionable ways.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. But one condition.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Wait until actual study time, like in the library, to do it. Not in class. Unless we’re watching a movie.”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“I love you, you little weasel.”

He scrunches his nose at the nickname. “I love you, too.” Then he chuckles. “I fingered you in class.”

“Kai!”

[kabukiaku]

oh- um... 😳

omega with a prequelle mask for very important reasons.

[eeriedragone]

Haven‘t played Fallout, but the show is pretty good

[sanctuarymoonfan397]

MB: Top 30 reasons why SecUnit is sorry. Number 5 will surprise you

ART: Top 10 Entertainment Media Deaths. #1: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW

[alienboy51]

bruh voltron fanon is so funny. why is keith obsessed with mothman

[b4tteryaciid]

Nines reviewing case files: The suspect was acting arratically and screaming at all the officers, clearly he was crazy-

Gavin: crazy?

Gavin: I was crazy once.

[snow-fire13]

All this ship discourse is getting a little weird now and I think this fandom needs to take off their shipping/fanfic glasses for a little because we have lost the plot and a lot of people are just being rude for no reason.

Need someone to pull a Jackie Taylor and make everyone say one nice true thing about each other because it has become impossible to engage with this fandom without running into constant negativity.

At the end of the day fanon is fanon and it has no real affect on the show or the characters.

Here's to hoping s3 resets things and we can get back to obsessing over the story and characters individually.

Anyway, going back into character now. Where tf is Javi?

[maryaandmorevna]

N.1 Pro hero!Touya who takes an interest in a civilian!you after seeing your anonymous comments on the popular hero forum.

You think he's only gotten so far because his father was Endeavor. You think everything was handed to him on a silver platter. You think he doesn't deserve such admiration from the part of the male fanbase when he's a supposed misogynist. (He was not! The fuck! Fuckin haters!)

You have such a stupid, ignorant opinion of him (who the hell do you think you are?) and you're not afraid to share it around.

So fucking what if he's not winning popularity contests and he's rude to the press? His crime-solving rate rivals his father at the height of the old man's career and he IS the strongest man around. Who are you to criticize him!? Some jobless lard pasted on a couch, most likely.

He decides to track your IP address and find you.

He makes an account and feels just a tad ridiculous for defending himself on a forum. "If you didn't know, hero Touya has the highest efficiency rate when it comes to saving multiple civilians from villain attacks! If you didn't know, hero Touya has trained harder than anyone else to hone his quirks!"

Yes, quirks, because some ignoramus clearly wouldn't know about him almost DYING when he was 13 to get his father to pay attention. It took him nearly perishing in unimaginable pain for his ice quirk to activate.

Through suffering, he had reached what his spoilt, little masterpiece of a brother was born with.

And Shouto was only n.4 now.

Touya goddamn Todoroki was n.1.

But the only response he gets is: " Go suck his privileged dick if you like him so much!"

You deserve to be put in your place for that alone!

So, Touya waits until his agents find you - the stupid anonymous hater.

He imagines you must be some microdicked fan of his brother, or one of those simps who would love for a female hero to overtake his n.1. Spot. Ha. As if.

A spot he bled and cried and burned for.

So what if he fucked a different chick every month, refusing to take his clothes off, and sending them packing the moment he was done?

None of them deserved to parade around with n.1 hero on their arm when they lived in a different world. They wouldn't understand the burn scars on his thighs and belly and what it fucking took to be here.

Touya didn't know what he expected when they informed him his hater had been found but he certainly didn't anticipate you would be so...cute.

You were a woman.

How could he not have realized that?

Touya scoffed.

You were jealous of him. He positively feels gleeful when he logs onto his account, "Fire123", to type away.

"Bet you'd love to do that, you irrelevant wanna-be."

He gets an answer that same night.

"I feel sorry for the poor woman whom he pays to get his nepo baby dick wet. Bet she wishes she could fuck Shouto instead."

The foulness of his glower scares all the sidekicks next morning.

Sorry? Oh, you'll be sorry when he shows up at your doorstep! When he has you fired! When he buys the apartment from your landlord! You'll be groveling little bitch then, he's sure!