#this has been in my drafts for MONTHS

[koyuxim]

he’s so cute in this coat!!!!!!

[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

[kabukiaku]

oh- um... 😳

omega with a prequelle mask for very important reasons.

[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!”

[king-crawler]

you better not be fully detailed & painted king candy portrait when I get there

[arrow-jsy]

I know ghosts dont sleep

But-

Imagine-or dont- edwin getting out of hell and just being exhausted from running so long, how hard it must have been, not needing to sleep but being so tired. Not being able to sleep because the last 70 years knew no peace after being ripped from bed.

Imagine-or dont- charles getting used to not needing to sleep. I imagine charles got some respite in the school, the protection of not being alone, how hard it must have hurt to then have those friends he felt as a protection to turn and faced their wrath.

To then for both of them to find eachother, to have that trust of immediate 24/7 interaction.

[erros429]

if i headcanon every male character that annoys me as a he/him lesbian, he becomes far more interesting to me. sorry about the double standards guys, they’re just infinitely better this way. the joker, king of incels? hesbian. oh, but you ship him with batman, and if the joker is a lesbian then he can’t be with him? easy. batman’s a lesbian now too.

[simmersofia]

salim benali makeover

[dappersautismcreature]

the funny part about landduo is that bad is doofenshmirtz and foolish is perry the platypus, despite foolish being known for being crazy and bad being known for being collected and smart

[mori-shige]

If we transform, we transform

[big-barn-bed]

paul mccartney top 10 babygirl moments go !

an impossible task! best I can do is give you ten pics of her that make me borderline misogynistic

[spaceorphan18]

Blaine and Colin : A Narrative Study

So, I was originally going to do this post in response to an ask I got, and then I was going to write up a whole big thing, and now i'm just gonna let the gifs speak for themselves

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Fell first, fell harder trope

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expressions of love

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hero complex/who am I if I can't save you?

bonus: I love you for you, you dumb nut (affectionate)

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my purpose in life is to love you

[tea-potato-gt]

Transformers Victory (Manga)✌️🤖

Star Saber being the best giant robo dad to his little human son Jean 🥰🤭

I love how Star Sabor just finds Jean one day and is like: “Guess I’m a dad now” 🤷‍♂️

The anime has a lot of adorable moments between Jean and the rest of the transformers team, but especially with his dad.

Watch the anime here: (only in japanese with english subtitles)