#It sucks so bad oml I wanted to crack my neck so bad

[ibetittering]

About time I made an edit to this song 😋

[leviathans-watching]

HI PRETTY!! i was wondering if you could write an imagine for the brothers of an mc who is all bundled up, cheeks red, mittens on, etc, when its snowing and the brothers finding it cute? i literally cannot wait for winter oml summer is so mid

the brothers seeing mc all bundled up for the cold

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: hello!! i'm not a huge winter fan but i did my best so i hope you enjoy! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so come say hi

please reblog <333

➳ lucifer watches as you pull on another layer, wrapping a scarf around your neck until it covers half of your face. “are you sure you need all of those layers?” he asks, and you shoot him a glare. the effect is somewhat diminished by the thick hat pulled low over your forehead and he resists the urge to smile. “yes,” you say, exasperated, words muffled by the aforementioned scarf, “i don’t think me becoming a human popsicle would reflect well on the exchange program.”

➳ mammon doesn’t understand how your teeth are chattering. it’s not even that cold! “to you, maybe,” you mutter, shaking another pack of hand warmers, “but humans aren’t meant to be exposed to the frickin’ elements for that long.�� mammon laughs, tugging you close to his side, a feat considering the large, puffy coat you’re wearing. “don’t worry,” he says, “i’ll cuddle you when we get back, get you all nice and toasty.”

➳ levi surreptitiously takes a photo of you, inwardly squealing at your cuteness. you had dragged him out to play in the snow, something he’d never done before, and your excitement was infectious. “isn’t this great?” you ask, breath fogging into the air. “the cold air makes me feel alive!” levi grins at you, watching snowflakes drift onto your shoulders. “i’m glad you’re having fun,” he says. “winter might be my new favorite season.”

➳ satan looks at your pleading face. “what do you want?” he asks, sighing. you crack a rueful smile, gesturing down at yourself. “i can’t put my boots on,” you explain. “my snow pants are in the way.” satan raises a brow. “so you want me to do it?” you nod, and he sighs again, before kneeling down to help you. you giggle the whole time, but he can’t find it within himself to be too out of sorts, as the slight of you all bundled up is one that’s going to stay with him for a while.

➳ asmo can barely see you under all of the winter gear you’ve put yourself in, and he knows there are several more layers of sweaters and long-sleeved shirts beneath your coat. “that ensemble is so not cute,” he sighs, looking you up and down. “couldn’t you have at least gotten a matching set?” “no way,” you laugh. “i needed the thickest stuff they had which meant buying independent pieces. i’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to live with it if you don’t want me to freeze!” asmo tilts his head to the side, considering. “ugh, fine. i guess it’s not too bad,” he finally admits, “but that's only because it’s on you.”

➳ beel watches you blow on your hands, rubbing them together to stimulate blood flow. “are you alright?” he asks, and you sigh. “i forgot my gloves at the house. feel how cold my hands are!” you thrust your hand out at him, and beel grabs it, jolting at the sensation. you’re much colder to the touch than you normally are. “that won’t do,” he says, “come over here and put your hand in my pocket.” you do as he says and he covers your hand with his, already planning on switching sides in a few minutes to do your other hand.

➳ belphie groans at the feeling of cold wind on your cheeks, but your eyes are bright. “this is so fun!” you exclaim, trying to adjust the earmuffs covering your ears. your mittens get in the way and after watching you struggle for a few moments belphie wordlessly steps forward and moves them back into place, reviving a bright smile in return. “the cold sucks,” he says, and you laugh. “don’t be like that. we can go in and wrap ourselves in blankets soon.”

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[sugarxlumps]

Can't Help It

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Hey guys! Oml I promise, I'll do other characters after this :') I just couldn't help myself, Gojo Satoru has my heart

Note: Image is not mine, Gojo as a character also isn't my own :)

WARNINGS: degredation, choking, mating press, hot smut ;)

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He was too much; Gojo Satoru. He knew too much. Too much of how to get a rise out of you, leaving you flustered and stammering, and you knew this. The moment he got too close to getting you melt at his touch, his long teasing fingers brushing against your thigh, the way he slid his hand at the small of your back to make his way through, even when there was all the space in the world. As he moved past, you could barely make out that he said "Excuse me, miss", his warm breath hitting your ear as he grazed by you, causing you to shiver visibly and your breath hitch. Your head whipped around to follow his steps as he walked away from you. He used any excuse to lay his hands on you. Which is exactly why you avoided him like the plague.

Only when it was absolutely necessary did you ever interact with him, attempting to avoid his dangerously sweet touches that wreaked havoc on your body as it was. You could only imagine how euphoric his hands would feel on the rest of your body, especially to your neglected cunt that’s been craving attention… his attention specifically. You've tried to extinguish the fire in your body that craves his cock at night yourself, but it just isn't the same.

But of course Gojo knew this; making his way back home from missions and he hears you with your windows open. But your avoidance of him definitely doesn't go unnoticed either. You train 1:1 with Nanami twice a week; not being a direct student of his own, it's surprising he commits that much time to you along with the other things he's got going on. Training days are the days that Gojo grumbles about as he could think of a much better use of that time "Damn, I could be making her scream right now” He finds himself murmuring aloud. But with the strings he's pulled on Nanami, you won't be able to avoid him any longer and he'll have you all to himself.

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"What? That doesn't even make any sense, why would they do that?" You questioned Nanami in annoyance, clear to hear through the speaker of his phone.

"I'm the wrong person to be asking that, y/n. I'm in no mood to debate this. I won't be coming back until next week, so just take the week off." Nanami huffed, his tone almost apologetic; he knew how dedicated you were to training.

You sighed in annoyance. "No. You know I can't do that."

"Okay, then ask Gojo."

You froze, a silence coming over the line. "Y/n?"

"No. I can't do that either." You clenched you teeth. Damn, did you really have to? Of course, he just had to be the only teacher left.

"Then I don't know what to tell you, y/n. It's either him, or take the week off" And with that, Nanami fared you goodbye through the speaker and hung up.

Well damn, this is the true test of dedication huh? Well just no fun and games then you thought to yourself. You gotta get to work. You commit reluctantly, your body already tensing up.

After hesitating, I finally dial Gojo and a few rings go by until you hear his familiar voice.

"Hey there pretty. Now to what do I owe the pleasure?" Gojo teases. You gulp at the nickname, but roll your eyes as if to convince yourself.

"Look, just calling to see if you can train with me this week. Usual times I do with Nanami. Yes or no?" You ask plainly.

Gojo chuckles over the speaker, his husky voice sending shivers to your spine. "Jeez, so cut and dry huh? I might do with some manners, y/n" He remarks playfully, his plans already falling into place. He knows you'd try to be acting like the straightest arrow with him, but he knows just how to make you crumble.

You huff before speaking again. "Can you train with me this week… please" You ask hesitantly.

"There, see? Not too bad, right?" You can hear the smirk in his voice, imagining that damned wicked smirk of his that could make your breath hitch.

"8:30 tonight, my place"

"Y-you're place?" You stutter a bit, not expecting him to offer his place. "Why not the studio?"

"Don't worry, I've got one at my place. You forget who I am, doll." He purrs the nickname, making you part your mouth and a small flame ignite in your core. "I'm the greatest sorcerer after all; work hard play hard all from the comfort of my own home."

You think it over. I mean I guess it'd be closer to home than training on campus, a plus since training gets excruciating to walk home from.

"Okay, fine. I'll be there" You huff. You hang up and sigh once more. This should be interesting.

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You wince in pain, as your body thuds to the floor from where Gojo had knocked you back. You're quick to get up, holding the side of your waist.

"You've got quite the fire there, sweetness" He smirks, shifting his glasses down to wink at you. He's been shooting flirty remarks all through session, only 30 minutes having passed with you two sparring and it's getting you irritated. But only at the fact that he knows just what to say to get you all riled up with heat rising to your cheeks.

You lunge at him again, but he grabs your arm to pull your body in and spinning you around to face him. He's pinned one hand behind your back and holding your other by your wrist, pinning it to his chest. "You're getting ahead of yourself, y/n. You're becoming a little predictable. Loosen up a bit, hm sweetie?" He breathes on your lips, grazing too dangerously close to them as wetness begins to drip from your cunt.

You try to compose yourself, and annoyance overcomes you once again. You elbow him and swing at him again, this time imbuing cursed energy into your fist as it burns black, preparing for a black flash.

He swiftly catches your fist in his, the power of the contact between your swing and his hand causing the wall behind him to cave into a dent. He grips your wrists and turns your back to him as he pulls you up against his chest, your head hitting his shoulder.

You grunt in pain at the contact.

"Gotta admit that burned a little, princess" He growled into your ear, only sending more of your slick gushing to your pussy and threatening to leak through your panties and onto your thighs. "I might have to punish you for that one."

"Gojo, please." Your voice cracks. You weren't even sure of what you were pleading for; for him to continue? For him to stop? You couldn't help yourself any longer, and it was all lost upon you now as you could feel the hardness of his bulge through his pants grinding up against you.

"Please what y/n? Want me to stop? Or keep going? You're going to have to be specific with me darling" He suggests, his grip on your wrists tightening and grinding his hard-on harder against you, the contact almost lifting up your skirt itself. You groan unconsciously at the feeling of how big he was with his pants still constricting him, giving Gojo the answer he already knew, but he wanted it spilling from your lips specifically.

"P-please, don't stop" You gasp as he nips at your neck, sucking harshly only to lick at the tender spot as if to heal it. His hand releases your wrists to grope your breasts through your uniform, slowly unbuttoning the jacket and throwing it aside.

"That's what I like to hear" Gojo chuckles darkly in your ear, ripping the rest of the top of your uniform off, revealing your bra. He unhooks it swiftly, letting your tits drop bare in front of him as he gazes down at them.

"Shit, y/n" He breathes, quick to roll them between his fingers as he continues to trail kisses down your neck and licks stripes up to your ear, eliciting lewd moans from you. He dips his hand between your legs, running a finger along your clothed folds, feeling your slick instantly.

"Damn baby, all for me? Is this how wet you are when you're touching yourself at night moaning my name?" He seethes, his voice making you tremble and you cheeks flush pink at embarrassment that he could hear you all this time trying to relieve your thirst for him and his touch. You could do nothing but moan in admittance.

He chuckles at your response. He hooks his fingers around your skirt and the hem of your panties, sliding them both off in unison. He turns you around to face him, wanting to see the look on your face when he finally touches you in the spot you needed him most.

He doesn't wait to slide two of his fingers into you, your slick walls clenching desperately around his digits as you moan and gasp loudly at the unexpected stretch and sting from him entering you just with his fingers. You clutch onto his arm tightly, mentally cursing to yourself why you're the one completely naked while he's here still fully clothed.

"See baby? Look at you" Gojo groans into your ear at the tightness of your pussy clenching around his fingers, already anticipating how you'll feel wrapped around his cock that's straining painfully against his pants. "Making such a mess on my fingers, and I've barely done anything" He begins to pump his fingers, curling them to hit your sweet spot repeatedly with dangerous accuracy. You moan loudly at the sensation, heat continuing to build in your core and your body tingling.

"G-gojo" You pant breathlessly, clutching onto him for dear life as your legs give out, leaning on him for support, silently thanking him for being as strong as he is.

"Mmm" He groans at how sinful you moan his name. "Such a good girl for me"

Your pussy clenches tighter around his digits, pushing him to add a third as you yelp at the stinging stretch, now clawing at the back of his neck.

Gojo laughs sadistically, "So you want me to talk to you like that, huh?" He asks rhetorically, your body and moans already agreeing.

He continues the thrust his fingers into you, curling them against your walls to graze perfectly on your sweet spot, bringing you closer to the relief you've been craving since you laid eyes on him.

"G-gojo… I-I'm.. I'm gonna" You try to say, but the words fail to gather together in a coherent sentence.

"What's that y/n? What do you need?" He urges on, only thrusting his fingers faster into you to push you over the edge.

"Oh my god, Satoru! I-I'm cumming!" You moan, cutting you off as he presses his lips hungrily to yours to swallow your moans. You bite his lip, causing a moan to escape his own lips. He hungrily massages your breast as he continues to finger you to ride out your orgasm as you trembling in front of him at his touch. You were his.

He gives you a moment to recollect yourself and catch your breath, showering you with feather-light kisses down your collarbone.

"Please Satoru… I need you" You whisper, desire pooling in your eyes and dripping in your tone as you palm his hard-on through his pants that twitches under your touch.

"Since you asked so nicely…" He smirks, that damn smirk that makes your knees weak as he continues to hold you up. He clasps his hand together to warp you both, and within a blink of an eye your surroundings are no longer that of the studio, but of his room; dark with only the moonlight shining through big elegant windows.

"How can I deny such a request, when you're this hot and bothered?" He caresses your face, cupping it in his hand as he runs his thumb over the bottom of your lip. "Such a pretty slut for me" He growls lowly.

At that, your pussy clenches again, sending heat to your core and biting down on his thumb, earning a groan from him. He quickly puts a hand to your throat, squeezing the sides of it enough to have your head to nod back slightly and your eyes flutter behind your eyelids as you moan.

"Mm so you want it like that?" He laughs as he swiftly picks you up to set you down on the bed.

"You dirty little thing" He licks his lips at the sight of you finally splayed out on his bed for him as he unbuttons his uniform and unbuckling his pants, discarding them to the floor only to leave him clad in his briefs.

You drool at the sight of him, both your mouth and your pussy watering at the sight of him strip in front of you. The sight you've been waiting for, for what feels like ages now. Your eyes rake over his figure as you prop yourself on your elbows. Looking over how muscular and toned his muscles are with each movement he makes, how big the bulge in his briefs are, how massive his bare frame is to yours, and how celestial his eyes are as he devours your own figure with such dark lust and desire, making heat only ignite further within you.

He pushes his way through your thighs, settling himself between them as he kisses trails from your thighs to your navel, and reaching your breasts to suck on your nipple tenderly, kneading them between his teeth. You arch your back at the sensation, entangling your fingers in his silver hair as you gasp and your brows furrow. His hand massages your breast and travels down to cup your cunt, his fingers grazing the opening of your folds. He lowers his head down between your thighs, taking in the sight of your glistening pussy that he's gotten all to himself.

"F-fuck, Satoru, just -" You plead, but before you could finish he puts a hand to your throat harshly.

"Patience, princess" He seethes, giving kitten licks to the outer folds of your cunt just for a taste. "Now that I finally have you, I'm taking my time. Besides, isn't this what you wanted? For me to have my way with you?" He smirks as you glance down at him, regretting that you did. The devilish glint hazing over his eyes sending heat waves to your pussy. He finally delves his tongue through your folds without warning and settling to suck on your throbbing clit as he enters two fingers into you, pumping and curling them.

You thrash your head back, clawing at his forearms and shoulders as he pries your thighs a part with his hands. You feel the familiar wave of an orgasm beginning to wash over you again as he continues to curl his fingers into your g-spot and circle his slick tongue around your clit, quenching his thirst with the juices of your cunt as he laps up every last drop.

"Mmm… Satoru, I-I'm close" You warn him, your body becoming a feverish mess as you claw at him desperately, as Gojo smirks at the thought of having such marks in the morning as a reminder of tonight.

"Are you now?" He immediately pulls away, leaving you to throw your head back and groan in frustration, taking your eyes off him for a brief moment enough for him to remove his briefs. The next time you look back at him, your eyes widen hungrily at his cock, adoring how perfect it looks, yet wondering if it'd even fit.

"Don't worry, baby. Daddy's gonna take very good care of you tonight" He purrs, sliding back between you , kissing and sucking the sweet spot of your neck.

"But you have to be the one to tell me exactly what you want" He adds with a chuckle, clearly amused at how you pout slightly, so desperate to have him inside you as you tug on his waist lightly in attempt to pull him closer to you.

He nudges the tip of his cock at your entrance as he lowers his head to graze his lips against yours. "C'mon y/n, you can do it. Tell me what you've been wanting this whole time, baby" He teases raspily, the same hunger in his voice also evident as he tries to hold himself back.

"Please fuck me Satoru" He whimper, surrendering completely as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

With that, he delves his cock through your tight folds, gripping and clenching around every inch of him as he eventually bottoms out, causing you to moan in unison.

"Damn, your pussy's taking my cock so fucking well baby" He grunts as he continues to thrust into you at a powerful pace. "What a perfect slut you make" He smiles cockily, slamming roughly into you as moans continue to fall from your lips. "That's right princess, let the whole school know who fucks you this good" He urges

Your eyes roll behind your eyelids at the euphoric sensation of Gojo stretching you out, filling you up so well that you see a slight bulge in your stomach when he thrusts into you, hitting your cervix and your g-spot every time. The sounds of your hips crashing and the sounds your pussy makes as he thrusts into you mercilessly are too much, already feeling heat building up in your core once again.

"You've been so desperate for my cock, isn't that right princess? Look at you, screaming and begging for me to fuck you like a bitch in heat" He seethes, lowering himself to suck harshly on your nipple, causing you to arch your back as he looks back up at you "How does it feel now that you've got the real thing?" He asks, pushing further into your as your legs press against his shoulders, folding them more onto your chest as he continues to pump his cock into you, pressing into your cervix.

You moan loudly at how deep he hits you, his adjustment causing his cock to hit deeper on your g-spot, your orgasm approaching embarrassingly quick. You continue to moan thoughtlessly, your mind too hazy to begin formulating a response. He puts a hand to your throat and picks up his pace slightly, making you yelp and gasp.

"I demand an answer, pretty" He growls this time, his eyes hungry with desire to hear you fall apart for him.

"Y-yes Satoru! It feels so fucking good!" You cry out, tears now dripping across your cheeks. "Satoru, please." You whimper, "I-I'm gonna cum"

"Cum baby, give it to me" He groans, thrusting relentlessly a couple more times until you unravel before him, completely becoming undone as you claw at his back in desperation, only fueling him more to continue thrusting deep into you to ride out your second orgasm of the night. Once he feels you slightly relax under him, he folds you over more, completely this time. With knees pressed back into the mattress, giving him all and complete access to your pussy to pound it just how he likes, how he's always wanted to.

He groans to keep himself together, close from cumming at this sight alone at how beautiful you look beneath him. "Damn sweetness, you've got me riled up here." he pants, his eyes cast with lust and carnal desire as he looks at you. " Do you know how long I've been waiting to touch you like this? To fuck you like this?" He caresses your jaw, his fingers trailing down to your collarbone and down to your breast to roll your nipple in his fingers. He dips down to connect his lips greedily to yours, emotions spilling out into the kiss as your tongues swirl around each other, everything all at once making you dizzy as you moan sweetly into his mouth, tugging at his hair to elicit a moan to slip from his own as it vibrates against your lips. "To kiss you like that" He says huskily, desire overcoming him.

He pushes himself into you, your walls suffocating around his cock as he groans at the feeling of it. Your mouth parts in a silent scream, sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow with how he’s stretching you out. He's thrusting even deeper into you now, with more raw, carnal desire than before if it were even possible. You mouth parts as you moan loudly without any regards as to who hears you. Your sopping pussy squelching as he slams his hips into yours, the sight of him fucking you into oblivion as his bright blue eyes devour yours, licking his lips ravenously.

"Satoru" You moan sinfully, so much so Gojo has to bite his lip to stop his own eyes from rolling to the back of his eyelids.

"G-gojo, it's t-too much" You moan, putting a hand lightly to his abdomen in a failed attempt to get him to slow down. You've cum so hard, you've never even brought yourself to cum this intensely, this many times consecutively.

"Too much, huh? Already fucked out on my cock, sweetness?" He chuckles, yet adoring the sight of you fucked out on his cock. All you could do was nod and whimper in response.

"Too bad, baby. You think I'm gonna stop here after I've heard you moaning my name so many times by yourself? Such a needy slut" He whispers salaciously into your ear, grunting occasionally with how rough he's pounding himself into you.

Your pussy clenches at his words, more tears streaming down your cheeks with nothing but moans of his name and curses from your lips calling out to him. He wipes them away gently, a harsh contrast to how hard he continues to slam his thick cock into you, a contrast to how his infinite blue eyes pierce into you.

"That's right, y/n." He smiles "You'll take it all like a good girl, right?" He licks a stripe up your nick to nibble on a sweet spot by your collarbone, causing you to only moan louder. "Let everyone know who's fucking cunt this is" He growls lowly. He slips two fingers into your open mouth, your tongue and mouth sucking on them instinctively. He groans at the sight of you like this, folded over sucking on his fingers as saliva trails down the side of your mouth, your eyes and body surrendering to him completely as he dedicates this moment to memory.

"You're mine, princess" He remarks possessively before removing his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting from your lips to the tip of his digits. He brings them down to rub small circles on your throbbing neglected clit, causing you to scream in desperation and euphoria, your back arching to him slightly in the position you're in. You're pussy grips even tighter around his cock at his possessive words making you his. Another wave of pleasure begins washing over you, threatening to push you off a new edge as he drives you near the brink of being overstimulated.

"Fuck, good girl, just like that" He pants, as he continues thrust unforgivingly into you.

"Satoru, p-please!" You moan loudly, almost screaming desperately for him, only to for him to cut you off with a hand to your throat. "Say it, baby. Tell daddy what you need" He exhales, eyes engulfing yours completely.

"Please make me cum" You mewl, a couple of more tears streaming down your face as your body is on the brink of uncoiling the spring that he's wound up so tightly. He slamming himself into you in a slightly faster pace, his thrusts getting sloppier as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, indicating he was also close to his own climax.

"Fuck baby, cum for me" He demands, finally allowing your body to release the most intense waves of orgasm you've ever felt, your body on a new high as he continues to thrust into you, your climax fueling his own to follow after. He slows and stills into you, his cock still twitching as he coats the last of his cum along the walls of your cunt.

He removes himself slowly with a groan, laying beside you and quick to pull you to his chest.

"No more avoiding me, okay?" He exhales raspily, gently moving your hair down from your shoulders to place a kiss there.

"Okay" You hum happily as you nuzzle deeper into his chest, fatigue overcoming you as you both lay together.

[tobi-momo]

Cuddling With Them While They Game PT 2

a/n: kasjsdhakdjs pls- when i got this req i sqealed srsly i love it ty for this :p

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff, crack???

Warnings: none :)

i made a part one with bakugou, kirishima, and todoroki!

he doesnt usually play games but when he does he tries his best and its so cute🥺

feel like he has game rage, but its like him trying to smile through the pain and act like he isnt mad💀

HE PLAYS CONSOLE KASKDJSAKD BUT NOT LIKE THE BEANBAG LIKE KIRI ITS CONSOLE WHERE HES ON THE FLOOR RIGHT UP CLOSE TO HIS TV SITTING AT THE FOOT OF HIS BED

KASSDSKHGDAK THATS SO CUTE PLS-

so imagine: you walking in his dorm room, expecting him to be studying or working on his technique, but instead you find him on the floor in front of his bed, a blanket covering his head as he presses the buttons ruthelessly while he whispers little curses at himself starting to get mad

you closing the door got his attention, so he invited you to sit next to him, so you do

at first it was a little awkward bc he wasnt sharing the blanket (you cant convince me he isnt a blanket hog you cant) and his eyes were glued to the tv screen like he forgot you were there

you started to get tired, your head drooping on his shoulder- his body goes absolutely stiff- like- midoryia.exe has stopped working youre gonna have to wait for him to windows 8 reboot

once he finally looks at you and youre like this close to falling asleep he turns your body away rq to move the blanket off his shoulder so your head can rest on his actual shoulder and the blanket is around you too

he usually doesnt have his mic on at all, and if it is he usually doesnt talk unless hes going along w a joke? iykwim?

i feel like he plays games like call of duty and halo (he loves animal crossing and sucks at among us) but he doesnt like when he sees them actually die? like the gore and stuff? idk he just gives those vibes yk? i feel like hed feel really bad kaskjdshad hed get over it tho

i cant really see him play minecraft, tho, i mean unless youre playing w him, i dont think he would play it by himself unless he was like building a fucking castle for you or sum-

but ya you start to go to his room more when he games to hang out and every. single. time. you. fall. asleep. he isnt complaining tho he loves your sleeping face :p

when you sleep on him he usually wrapss an arm around you and when he can presses little butterfly kisses on the top of your head and takes his hand to rub your arm up and down oml kdajsd pls-

he plays both computer and console i just think he plays he console a bit more?

ok this is a lil soft and maybe a bit ooc but i like if you were to come in while hes playing games you would sit down between his legs, your back to his chest while he plays

he would either rest his head on whatever is behind him or he would rest it on your shoulder (if youre more on the taller side)

and okokok i feel like if you were curious ab how the game works he would def let you play for him for a sec, he would guide yu on what the buttons do and what your tasks are yk? (again w the soft shi im sorry kasjhsdfjf *cri*)

he would keep an arm around your waist while letting you play or he would rub your thigh (maybe both kasdjshd) while he watches you play

if you get a lil frustrated he would totally tease you ab it then tell you how to do it right oml

if you get tired he would take the controller from you and let you sit back on him chest, resting on him while he games

he might turn the volume down a lil, but i also think he doesnt care that much LMFAO

i feel like he would rub your side a lil its almost tickly but hes a lil more firm than that yk?

he would keep his curses at a minimum although he doesnt have that much game rage at all bc again, he doesnt care, but ppl are stupid so he might get frustrated sometimes

once you fall asleep and hes been playing for a while he might just leave the game hes in and carry you to bed and get in with you

i dont think hes much of a cuddler at all but a little bit of contact is ok w him

but then you start to shift and scoot towards him in your sleep

until you are either completely ontop of him or your head is in the crook of his neck and hes just sitting there like 😐😤😒

but he warms up to it bc he wuvs you (read: hes fucking whipped)

ao he lazily puts an arm around you and bears it for a couple more hours

but when yall wake up he finds himself literally clinging to you KASDJHSALKDJ

he. plays. computer. end of conversation

he got the wasd game iykwim😩 (ill shut the door on my way out)

he absolutely loves it when you come to sit on his lap while he just- he loves it sm

he plays all types of games (except overwatch. you will not catch this man playing overwatch pls-)

i feel like you wouldnt run into him playing games he would always play them once youre with him in the room

he wants you to be w him while he games, he wants you to watch him or just be there

youd be laying on his bed, hust doing whatever, scrolling on your phone while you hear him set up

you love to cuddle him- i just KNOW hes amazing at it

so when you hear him clicking away and see him sit down you stand up and walk to him

he doesnt even have t look at you before he opens himself up to you to sit on his lap

you watch him play (and his hands kasjlsdh) and sometimes you ask him questions ab it- hed be happy to walk you through it and explain

if you wanna play he'll let you play, teaching you everything ab the character and shit

he is the most patient person on earth i KNOW

he doesnt get game rage

he is literally so stoic- so calm i swear

he doesnt use his mic like at all

HE LOVES PLAYING WITH YOU

teasing to the max th- its cute tho he isnt being a meanie

loves playing among us and animal crossing (he def plays)

yall usually go to your island bc he likes it more kasdslahd

and when hes the imposter? hes like fucking corpse i swear

if youre sleep he's literally a perfect pillow, plus the sound of him breathing while he rubs your back is-

momo.exe has stopped working

HE PLAYS BOTH COMPUTER AND CONSOLE EQUALLY

he uses the mic constantly and is kinda loud- but you dont hate it

he laughs a lot, and gets some game rage but its pretty controlle, he just gets butthurt sometimes :/

when you walk into his room he is getting so into it like he doesnt even notice even notice you come in

he only notices your presence when when you put your hand on his shoulder- he literally jumps

when he plays console he's on his bed, just laying there chillin so when you walk in and say hi he is sooo happy youre there w him omg

he just loves you presence

i imagine you climbing into bed w him and he continues to play his game although he loves it when you touch him (not to sound sexual at all he genuienly loves your touch)

and you up to his side- he wraps an arm around you, telling you how he missed you how mych he loves you (ksadksjhaksd)

when you fall asleep he turns the volume down and probably tones down his voice, although sometimes he jolts bc of some kind of mess up

but he manages to keep you asleep on him until he gets tired too- turning everything off and just wrapping you in arms (he'd prolly end up on your chest ngl)

on the computer when he plays you hesitate o cuddle ONLY bc od how much he moves, like you arent gonna be there comfortable for a while but eventually he calms down

he just gets nervous- his heart starts to beat rapidly and his leg bounces (same kaskh) espECIALLY when you straddle him oml he BREAKS

but he eventually calms down so its more comfy

when you fall asleep he will constantly press kisses on your head omggg

so soft kasdjhksajf pls-

i feel like he plays longer when hes on the computer so he would prlly still be on there when you wake up- looking absolutely dead insode aksjdshadl but you convince him to go to bed, bribing him with a 'i'll go too'

hes literally whipped for you :)

~.~.~.~

hope yall enjoyed a part 2-

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[mypoisonedvine]

Closer | Bucky Barnes x reader

I wrote this for @mariessecretfantasies’ 500 follower challenge, took me forever but it’s done!!  congrats on 500 love, although I bet (and hope) you’re well past that now.

my ‘prompt’ was a song, specifically Closer by Nine Inch Nails… so it’s filthy.  purely filth, no plot.  don’t say I didn’t warn you.  special thanks to @evnscvll​ for the proofread!

warnings: SMUT of course, mild(?) dub con, d/s dynamics, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex (and the prep is...not that good), ass-to-mouth (i’m literally blushing as I type this oml i’m so sorry), mentions of blood, slapping, spitting, degradation, semi-public sex, pain kink, and some other generally unhygienic behaviors…  this isn’t a dark fic per se but it’s got 0 fluff.  not even one ounce of fluff detected.  definitely no aftercare lmao.  ain’t nobody got time for that.

word count: a bit under 3k

He couldn’t drink anymore-- well, he could, but he couldn’t get drunk, so there was no use.  Couldn’t get high on any drug, either.  Pain didn’t affect him the way it did other people.  But everybody has their vice, their way of hurting themselves to feel something when they can’t feel anything else.  You were his, and he was yours.

You couldn’t even remember now how it started.  There was definitely alcohol involved, but past that you weren’t sure what had compelled you two to stumble into bed together.  Even at the time you had realized it was irresponsible and probably not worth the trouble, but it seemed inevitable in some weird way.

That was how it always felt, actually.  Like tonight, when he met your gaze from across the bar.  His eyes were so dark, demanding-- it made you shiver even though it only lasted for a moment before he looked away, pulled into conversation with Bruce.  But you knew what it meant.

Didn’t matter anyhow; it was a big party, the whole crew and nearly all of the Tower staff were crawling the halls.  There was no guarantee of privacy at a time like this.  

You were chatting with Wanda when you felt a hand slip around your arm, pulling you back into somebody’s form-- of course you knew it was him, you could tell by the roughness of his skin, the smell of him, the way he pressed against your back…

“Can I speak to you privately for a moment?” Bucky requested with poorly-suppressed irritation, his lips almost pressed against your ear.

“S-sure,” you stumbled over your response.  You got the sense that there wouldn’t be much speaking, but you couldn’t turn him down in front of these people without giving yourself away.

And that was how you ended up in a broom closet, pressed against the wall with his tongue dominating your mouth and his hands somehow feeling like they were touching you everywhere all at once.

“Buck, wait,” you managed to murmur against his mouth as his lips crashed into yours.

“Tired of waiting,” he growled in reply.  “Turn around.”

You didn’t even think to question it, just obeyed his command blindly as he slammed you into the wall and began pushing your dress up, pulling your underwear aside.

“Not here,” you groaned.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

The absolute second that his cock was free he was shoving it between your legs and fucking you with unmatched speed and ferocity.  It nearly burned, the way it forced you open, but it was exactly what you needed.  You arched your back to accept his length more easily, your head falling back in pleasure.  He responded by grabbing your hair and pulling it until your back arched even more.  

“Oh god, Bucky,” you whimpered.  In response, he slammed his hand over your mouth and fucked you even harder, as if it were punishment; he didn’t like when you said his name in times like this.  He didn’t want to think about who he was, or who you were, or what the two of you were doing.  He just wanted to feel you and nothing else.

Funny how a man who’d been unwillingly brainwashed actually craved the chance to forget.

His other hand moved from your hair and slipped down between your legs, roughly rubbing your clit as your hips bucked and thrashed in response.  He held you still through it, biting down on your neck hard enough to make you worry about the skin breaking.  But he knew by now that you liked the threat of pain, which is why he slipped his left hand down from your mouth to your neck.  The sound of your breath halting to silence was so perfect that he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.

Already your vision was spotting into darkness, starting at the corner of your eyes and moving in.  As you lost your connection with the visual aspects of your reality, everything else became stronger, and it felt like you were somehow seeing better than ever.

He stopped thrusting and leaned closer to your ear.  “When I let go of your neck,” he explained quietly, his voice dark and rough, “get on the floor on your hands and knees.”  

He released his grip and your lungs sucked in air faster than they could handle, making you cough and sputter a little.  Still, you turned around to begin following his instructions.  You got a better look at him than you had before.  His eyes were so blown out that they were nearly black, watching you with hungry rage.  Or maybe it was raging hunger.  

You felt his gaze follow you as you stepped around him, bending down and getting on the floor.  It was cold and a little bit gritty, both of which made you shudder.  You became aware of the wetness which had leaked from your opening, smeared over your thighs and made an uncomfortable patch on the edge of your panties.  You didn’t have to worry about that much longer, though, as he kneeled behind you and ripped them off.  

“Buck, I need those--”

He slapped your ass, with the vibranium hand.  It was so hard that you perceived the sound before your body processed the pain.  As you lurched forward, your squeal of pain tore and cracked in your throat, so much that you could barely recognize it as yourself.   

One hand slid your dress up further, admiring the warmth and smoothness of your skin, two fingers running along your spine; the other guided his cock to your pussy again.

You weren’t quite ready, not exactly wet or warmed up enough for this angle.  You were sure this was the most your body could take, if not a little bit more.  The way he pushed into you-- ignoring the resistance of your inner walls, your skin breaking out into goosebumps, your arms and legs quivering-- put you entirely at his mercy.  Just as you were about to cry out in response to it all, he roughly shoved three fingers into your mouth: flesh, sweaty and dirty, tasting slightly of scotch and gun oil.  They pushed your cheeks out from the inside, stretched your chapped lips until they cracked and you tasted blood.  You swirled your tongue around them anyways, ignoring the way it caused drool to lewdly drip down his hand and your chin.  

He smiled, in a twisted way, as he looked down at you.  “You need it so bad, don’t you?”

You nodded feverishly, groaning around his fingers and letting your eyes flutter shut.  

He used the hand on your back to guide your movements, watching your body as it swallowed his length to the base.  He could tell you were struggling with his size, and he was almost impressed with your fortitude.  Unfortunately for you, it only made him want to push you further.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he grabbed your arms at your elbow and held them behind your back, using them to keep you upright as he slammed into you.  Each thrust made your knees scrape on the concrete, and your shoulders were twisted into an awkward position that made your muscles burn, but you didn’t care.  All it did was add tinder to the flame of pleasure.

Tears stung the back of your eyes.  You always cried when he fucked you like this, and he either didn’t care or didn’t notice; it was just so intense, you couldn’t stop yourself.  You would probably be bleeding when he was finally done with you, and you would definitely be sore (on the outside and inside) tomorrow.

“Gonna cry, bitch?  Can’t take it?” he hissed.  You always got wet when he talked like that.  Then again, you got wet whenever he talked at all.

Your voice came out hoarse and cracked when you spoke.  “Harder,” you barely managed to grit out through your teeth.  

Instead what he did was pull out and flip you over, slapping you straight across the face.  There was nowhere to hide from him now, with your legs spread and your clothes torn to shreds, so you didn’t even try to suppress the moan when he hit you.  He grunted and hit you again, spinning your face the other way.  You wanted to ask him to hit you again but he just shoved himself inside you again, putting his weight on your neck as he wrapped a hand around it.  You couldn’t moan but you could arch your back; he pushed down on your stomach until you couldn’t do that anymore either, and it forced your g-spot to push right into his cock.  You would’ve screamed if you could; it felt so fucking good, too good, too much all at once.

Who could say how long that went on for?  It didn’t feel subject to time or space, it all just felt like sensation-- sensation which washed over you until you didn’t know how to experience anything else.  So often our bodies feel like machines, slaves to routine.  A body which must rise in the morning, rest in the evening; a mind which must toil over the past and worry for the future.  Now, you didn’t even know your own name-- you didn’t even understand what a name was for.  Your only purpose now, and your only goal, was to feel.

That was what you craved about this: the chance to forget about everything else.

At some point you were pulled back into reality by the way he was manhandling you, tossing you back onto your knees and pulling your body flush with his by your hair.

“Beg me to let you come,” he growled, but you couldn’t even think long enough to put a sentence together, let alone actually get it out.  He bit down on your shoulder and you whimpered in pain.  

“P-please,” you sighed-- it came out so quiet that even you could barely hear it.  His teeth sunk in deeper; you tried to say it again but it was caught in your throat.

He pulled your head to the side by your hair, and slapped the half that was exposed.  “Beg me to let you come,” he repeated, slower, “you dumb fucking whore.”

“Please… please, let me come,” you mumbled.  

“Louder.”

You hesitated, about to remind him that the hallways outside probably had people passing through and someone might hear you, but your hesitation was rewarded only with more violence as he hit you again-- even harder than the last time.  You yelped and bit down on your lip.

You hadn’t realized how weak you were until he let go and you instantly fell to the floor, your hips held up by his hands but your face pressed against the cold cement.

“You can come,” he decided, almost flippantly, as he fucked into you deeper and harder.  It seemed like he knew your body better than you did: he made you come faster, for one, and he saw it coming sooner as well.  It was slightly embarrassing, but then again, you were on your knees in a broom closet so that was sort of beside the point.

It seemed to hit you all at once, and with no sign of stopping.  You reached up to claw at the wall but it did nothing to keep you stable as shocks reverberated through your body.  You were about to space out again when you felt the metal tip of his thumb press against your tighter rim.  

“W-wait,” you gasped, but he pressed in further and your words were lost to a whimper.

“Oh, you can’t play innocent with me, sweetheart.  I know you want me to fuck this little ass.  Go ahead, say it.”

“F-fuck my ass, please,” you begged.  It sounded shameless, but there was certainly shame (and fear) tingling in your gut.

The thumb pushed in all the way, and before you could deal with the way that felt, it was replaced with two fingers.  You hissed from the sting, but willed your body to relax as you fell back into that headspace and simply let everything happen to you.  

The transition from two to three fingers was barely noticeable.  But you definitely noticed when he pulled everything out of you, guiding the head of his cock higher up.  He moved your hips closer as you went limp in his grasp-- a drooling, mindless fuckdoll who, apparently, spread your legs for him whenever he wanted.  It was some undefinable mixture of demeaning and liberating.

His cock pressed against your opening, and when it finally pushed past the tightness with a nauseating pop, you bit your lip.  

You almost felt prideful when you heard him moan; he was usually pretty quiet.  How you managed to feel any sense of achievement or value when you were face down in a broom closet getting fucked up the ass… that was a different issue.

He didn’t give you much time to adjust as he picked up his speed, fucking you so much gentler than he ever did but still rougher than you were expecting, somehow.  Each time he was buried all the way inside, you felt like you were miles beyond your body’s limits, fuller and wider than was possible.  It made you wet, uselessly.

When he moved faster, his balls slapped against your pussy and you could hear how much you were loving this, even as disgusting and painful as it was.  He leaned forward to push your face into the ground and fucked you harder.  The new angle pushed him even deeper, opened you up even more brutally, and you couldn’t suppress a cry of pain.

“How’s it feel, huh?” he taunted.

“It hurts,” you told him with a voice much whinier than you intended, but you weren’t exactly complaining.  And you definitely weren’t asking him to stop.

Not that you were worried that he would.  If anything, it only inspired him to push you further as he grabbed your hips tight to slam you back onto his cock.  

He didn’t announce that he was close, but you could just barely tell based on the way your hazy brain couldn’t ignore the rapid increase in his thrusts.  A broken growl was your signal that he was filling you with come but you were too numb to feel any difference.  He kept fucking you through it, only stopping once every drop was inside you.  When he slowed to a stop you sighed with relief, wincing a little as he pulled out and trying to ignore the lewd way that your hole flexed and constricted.  You felt his come leaking as it dripped down over your pussy, down your thighs and onto the floor.  

The smell in this cramped space was inescapable, and putrid, and only now did you really become aware of it.

“Don’t just lay there,” he scoffed as he stood up, “come over here and get on your knees.”

At this point, you were so well-trained that you were obeying his words before you’d even processed them or taken the time to question what his intentions were.  

You looked up at him with watery eyes as he stroked his cock right above your face.  He was looking at you with the most uninterpretable expression… cold eyes, tightened jaw, lips curled into a grimace.

“Clean me off,” he demanded, shoving his softening length into your mouth, “come on, clean my cock off.”

You grimaced but did as he asked, sucking and licking as it slid down your tongue and back into your throat.  Didn’t take much of him for you to start choking, considering his size.

“Breathe through your nose,” he offered as a solution, but you had been trying to avoid smelling or tasting it.  You didn’t even want to think about it.

You even took the time to lick his balls clean, too, and they tasted like your own arousal, bringing back some memories which managed to disturb you in spite of their recentness.  When he was satisfied, he pushed you back onto the floor by your throat, and you swallowed thickly.

As per usual, he said nothing as he stuffed himself back into his jeans, or as he made a hasty exit.  When he shut the door behind him, you were left there used up and tossed aside; dress ruined, mascara smeared, panties torn, come seeping out of you, gasping for breath.  You had no plan for getting out of here without everyone seeing you; you had no plan for getting out of this sick, addictive cycle with him.  In the meantime, you would sit in the empty room and wait for the blood flow to return to your numbed extremities, wait for the aftershocks of arousal and orgasm to subside, and let yourself bask in the comfort of the dark.

[angelaiswriting]

Unexpected | Piotr (Daredevil) x reader

[original picture found on: i don’t remember, probably Google haha + he can choke me anytime with that hand]

✏️ Pairing: Piotr Bykov (finally getting to use his made-up surname) x fem!reader

✏️ Requested by Anonymous: Please write about Piotr letting of steam by choking the reader during sex after he got into a fight with someone 😍😭😍💕💕💕

✏️ Requested by Anonymous: Oml did I love Piotr and ur writing smmm, couple you please do a Piotr smut where he chokes you for the first time and is shocked by how much you’re into it ❤️❤️❤️❤️

✏️ A/N: okay so, you fed me with my own kink, so thank you haha I still wanted to apologize, though, because I feel like this didn’t turn out as I wanted to... I kept on having a block that I couldn’t overcome, so it’s not as smutty as my usual smuts... Claudia ( @idhrenniel ) still enjoyed, though, so hopefully, you will, too! 

✏️ Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! (smut, even if lighter compared to my standards + choking kink, oral f/r) + shitty title

✏️ Word-count: 2,061

REQUESTS ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR YOU 💛

Piotr rarely has bad days at work. There are slow days, boring days, uneventful days, but never bad days. Yet, the morning is yet to come to its end and he’s already fought with Sergei and Viktor. He truly doesn’t want to see what the rest of his shift will bring along. And even if he wanted to think about what the near future has in store for him before he goes back home, he truly wouldn’t be able to.

The only thing he can focus on is the punishing movement of his hips against the curve of Y/N’s ass as he takes her from behind. It must have been some higher entity that sent her to him right that morning because as of right now, with her bent over the trunk of his cab with her walls clamping down on him so tight, he feels like he’s grounding himself again.

Anger slowly leaves his system with each thrust into her eager pussy and with each kiss or swipe of the tongue on her neck as he bends down above her. It’s relaxing and it empties his mind and…

And he doesn’t know how his hand ends up wrapping itself around the base of her throat and it’s as much of a surprise for her as it is for him: she moans, so long and so low that shivers creep down his spine and at the same time that she goes limp in his arms, she comes unexpectedly.

*

He’s still thinking about that when he goes back home that night. Everything’s alright with Seriozha and Vitya now and Piotr feels lighter than he felt that morning before leaving his bed – and while he’s always in for a good fistfight here and then, he never likes it when he fights against his friends. They’re like family and any minor argument with them has an unsettling feeling to sink down in his stomach.

But as he drives, his friends are not what’s occupying his mind. His gaze keeps on falling down onto his right hand, knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel. He tries to distract himself with the chill air brushing along his left hand and arm, perched outside the driver’s window, but all he can feel under his fingertips is the skin of Y/N’s neck – and her racing pulse as she inches closer to her orgasm with the speed of a freight train.

He’s still hard – he has been for a while now. He has never hit a girl, not even once, he’s not that kind of man, despite what his criminal record might suggest. But the memory of her falling apart under his hand as he gently pulled her up until her back was pressed against his chest and the feeling of her coming hard around him…

Fuck.

He holds onto the steering wheel with his left hand as he shifts gear with his right and he has to – he has to – fix the crotch of his pants because the constriction is becoming uncomfortable. And it’s a growing feeling: it slowly creeps up on him the closer he gets to Y/N’s apartment and the closer he is, the quicker his breathing becomes.

It’s an unknown feeling. It’s good and overwhelming at the same time, and all playfulness leaves him the moment he parks the car. He stiffs up against his seat and he has to focus on the parked car in front of his to calm his breathing and his racing thoughts.

He doesn’t… He doesn’t even know how he feels at the thought of choking her – and obviously, it’s not a ‘choking to death’ kind of thing, but rather a ‘choking to get you wetter and make you come harder’ idea. It’s a kink he’s never thought he had, but faced with the reality of things, he doesn’t feel half as bad as he thought he would at the idea of doing that with her.

Most of the times he’s playful during sex: he makes her laugh and cracks jokes in the middle of the deed, and only on rare occasions, when he’s too tired to fuck in any position other than lying on his side with her back against his chest, he’s a little more serious. His hand has never moved to press down on her throat before, though, but…

It somehow feels good – to know she trusts him enough not to snap her neck and not to hurt her, despite knowing who he truly is. It makes pride bubble up inside him, puffing out his chest, and slowly, a grin stretches across his lips.

*

Y/N bent over the seatback of the couch with her panties down to her ankles is one of Piotr’s favorite views. And her soft and gasped moans as he sucks on her clit from his kneeling position between her legs are his favorite music.

His tongue licks a stripe down her folds before he pushes two fingers inside her and there it is – that choked gasp he loves so much. Goosebumps wash over his skin when she lets out that sound and he groans against her. She tries to clamp her legs shut because he knows that’s the sound of her being so close to stumbling over the edge.

And that’s also the moment he pulls away, kisses the back of her bare thighs, playfully slaps her buttcheeks and stands up.

But there’s something in the way his hands glide up from her hips to her ribcage and cover her breasts, something different than his usual touch. They both know it, they both feel it, but neither of them knows what it is.

“So…” Piotr clears his voice as he bends forward and presses her harder into the cushioned seatback of the couch. He’s still fully dressed but this doesn’t stop him from also being harder than he thought he’d be, and as he presses his erection against her from inside his jeans, he nuzzles better between her legs. “Someone likes to be choked.”

She trembles at his words, shivers against his chest as she tries to grind against him from the position she’s in. It’s not easy, not with her weak legs, still trembling from when his tongue and mouth were on her. She doesn’t answer, but rather simply turns her head to the side to look at him from the corner of her eye and she’s not able to stop the blush from creeping up under her skin.

Her skin is boiling, they both know it, and while he grins, she wants to crawl away.

Still, she doesn’t answer. Be it because she’s embarrassed or because of the unexpected revelation, she doesn’t know. She keeps her mouth closed and only lets out a chuckle when Piotr takes a step back to allow her to stand up straight and turn to face him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The tone of her voice is playful, the look in her eyes, though, isn’t. It’s set and clouded at the same time and Piotr knows what she wants him to do.

“We should put theory to test.”

They’re too similar, the two of them. And so, when he reaches out and wraps his hand around her throat, he’s not surprised to see her pupils dilate in the dimmed lights of the living room and neither is she to feel her heartbeat quicken up.

He takes a step forward, closes the short distance between their bodies until they’re pressed up against each other. His lips skim over her flushed cheek, her burning skin a welcoming feeling against him, and then they glide down to her neck following the line of her jaw.

He thinks he feels her heartbeat pulse against his lips, on her pulse point, and he grins. “Because I like it.” His voice is hoarse against her skin, almost sore, as he lets his free hand caress down her abdomen until he presses his middle finger against her clit. “I like how weak in bones you get with my hand on your throat.”

Her breasts pushing against his chest when she arches her back slightly make him smirk and when he looks up at her, he almost loses it. Eyes closed, lips parted, head thrown back – he wants to fucking ruin her then and there. There’s never a moment where he doesn’t want that and he knows it – and worse than that, Sergei knows it and never misses a chance to make fun of him.

So, he smirks and stares at his fingers as he slowly flexes them around her neck. It’s not enough to hurt her, for he’d never do something like that, but it’s enough to let her know that he knows and is willing to give it to her.

“Say you want it.”

The soft brushing of his lips against her ear makes her shiver – and moan. A trembling whine slips past her lips and he feels her swallow hard underneath his hand.

“What do you think, genius?” Y/N opens her eyes, then, and one of her hands wraps around his wrist, the other reaching the hand he has between her legs. “You always think with your dick, but not now?”

Piotr chuckles at that and lets her go. He loves that of them, he loves her remarks, the ones that make him laugh, even during sex – or foreplay. He falls harder for her each time and each time he thinks he’d never want anything else. It’s a comfortable comfort and he loves that smart mouth of hers, loves the things she says or does with it.

When the weight of his hand leaves her throat then, she whimpers softly and when he takes a step back, she takes one forward. It’s always like that between them: it’s like a dance and they’re not willing to leave the dance floor, yet; and so, they keep on chasing each other, hands always busy, always hungry for the other’s skin.

This is the reason why she reaches him when he calls her and the reason why her hands are quick and messy as she fumbles with her clothes. It’s one of those nights where they can’t take it slow, and they have to be quick – quick touches and quick kisses and quick thrusts, and everything is bruising in the most perfect of ways.

He helps her – he always does, for they’re just as hungry for each other. He throws his shirt to the ground just as she unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans down his legs.

She smiles up at him then and she chuckles when she sees the angry-red head of his erection. There are equal parts of amusement and hunger in her eyes, in the way she licks up his thigh, in the way she smiles. He’s not that different and that’s the reason why he grabs her by her arms and pulls her to her feet.

“So dirty-minded,” she chuckles against his lips before letting him kiss her.

“You like it.”

“I do.”

He follows her with a smirk on his face when she leads him around the couch before plopping down on it. Her tits jiggle with her every movement and he can’t but reach out to grope them as she lays down on her back.

“We need to make this quick.” He breathes hard against her skin when he positions himself between her legs and his cock brushes against her wet folds. He could stay there forever, bask in her warmth and in her embrace. Not even Vladimir’s shitty temper could drag him to work if he truly caved into his fantasies.

“You’re so kinky,” she laughs, hands brushing up his sides and stopping on his shoulder blades as she kisses his lips. “Can never last long when you’re in this mood.”

He chuckles, but he’s also quick at cutting off her laughter: he grabs his dick at the base and snaps his hips forward, thrusting into her. The sensations force him to screw his eyes shut, but he doesn’t miss her gasp, nor her fingers pressing into the skin of his back as she arches off the couch.

“Let’s see how fast you come with my hand around your throat,” he hums in her ear.

*

Anons, I really hope this lived up to your expectations even if there’s no actual sex! Gah, I truly don’t know what got into me, shitty thyroid aside, but I’m struggling so much with writing these days...

Sorry for the long-ish wait! Hopefully, it was worth it...

+ I might actually write all the smutty steamy kinky sexy thing following this part one day, though, once I’m back to normal bc I like this kink and I have friends that like it too, so... stay tuned, I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ we are so weird, we need help

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[carry-on-my-pretty-weeper]

I Can’t Believe It

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Peter, Ned, MJ, and Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: cursing, a scarehouse, roller coasters, and fluff oml

Author’s Note: I needed a little pick me up because of a shitty day I had a couple days ago so here’s a thing. I started it off thinking it was going to be a blurb but it turned into 2k+ story so enjoy! Also tomorrow is an update to Catching Lighting!

You couldn’t believe it. You genuinely couldn’t believe it. She was late she had to be. You had been waiting at an amusement park for your friend for twenty minutes. When half an hour rolled around you wanted it to be a prank. You wanted her to jump out and scare you yelling “haha! I got you!” These were all things you wanted but they weren’t true. You called and texted her but none of your messages were answered. You could feel tears start to sting the corners of your eyes. You took deep breaths to try and keep them at bay. You know what? You weren’t going to waste a park ticket. So you got up and determinedly walked to the closest ride available. 

You stood in line when an attractive boy walked up behind you with his two friends. One was another boy and he had a unironically nerdy look. The other was a girl who looked about as interested in this place as you had friends. You went on your phone to not seem lonely when you all arrived at the front of the line.

“This is a two seater,” the guy running the roller coaster said to the group of three. They had a quiet conversation about who would break off when they practically shoved the attractive boy towards you.

“Would you mind if I rode with you?” he asked obviously nervous to be talking to you. He rubbed his neck as he awaited your answer.

“Of course! But I’m warning you I’m a yeller,” you joked trying to ease your own nervousness. He laughed as you both got in the cart.

“I’m Peter by the way,” he added as the ride got going.

“Y/n,” you replied as the cart was going up a tall slope. Oh no this was a bad idea you immediately regretted getting on. The whole reason you came was because your friend liked roller coasters not you. She kept talking about how fun it would be to watch you freak out. But the thing is she wouldn’t be there to watch you freak out but a complete stranger would. You gripped the bar in front of you as you started flying down the drop. A scream ripped through your chest as the attractive boy Peter started laughing.

“Oh my god holy fucking shit fuck crap,” cuss words spewed from your mouth as the ride continued for a couple more rises and drops. When the ride came to a stop Peter was practically cackling.

“I didn’t realize someone could curse so much,” he doubled over in his seat. 

Your cheeks were inflamed as the bar keeping you in your seat lifted up. You wobbled out of the cart as your legs turned into jelly.

“It’s a talent,” you remarked pulling out your phone to check for at least one last attempt to not be alone at an amusement park.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked while you checked your phone.

“I mean I was,” you trailed off.

“‘Was’ as in not anymore?” he pressed further. He didn’t know why he was asking you so many questions or even talking to you. Usually ride partners parted ways right about now but he wanted to get to know you.

“Yeah my friend was going to meet me here but never showed,” you mentioned as you guys reached his friends. He gave you a really sincerely sorry look.

“Damn that’s cold, would you uh” he hesitated a bit, “Would you like to hang with us?” Okay that’s not at all how you thought this conversation was going. You thought he would be like ‘oh that sucks welp see ya’. But this boy had other ideas.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you tried to argue.

“We have an uneven number so in all honesty you’d be giving me a partner,” he countered. He really hoped that you would say yes. Unless you were seriously uninterested in him which he would totally understand. It also felt like if you weren’t interested than he was coming on like a creep. Fearing the worst he goes to ramble about how you don’t have to and such.

“Sure if it’s okay with your friends,” you said unintentionally cutting off his internal rambling. Peter’s smile widens threatening to crack his face.

“I’m totally cool with it, Ned you’re cool right?” MJ interjects trying to be an amazing wing woman. I mean she all but threw him at you for the ride. Ned nodded his head as you guys walked to the next ride. You made conversation and found out that you were all in your sophomore year of high school. Plus your school was only 15 minutes away from theirs. When you reached the next ride it was more of a scare house. MJ and Ned headed in before you and Peter. You waited for a bit before Peter brought you back to earth.

“We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to,” he tried to un-freak you out. To him you looked completely terrified.

“No I can do it. I just have to hype myself up first,” you insisted while shaking your head as if the anxiety could fall off of you like that. Then Peter did something that not even he thought he would do. He reached for your hand and held it in his. You looked up at him oblivious to the wing man and woman that were freaking out at your interaction. 

“Shall we go?” he asked his eyes searching yours.

“We shall,” you responded with a playful smile on your lips. As you walked into the scarehouse you tried to brace yourself for whatever was to come. But when the first person dressed up like a zombie popped out at you you let out a little shriek as you leaned closer into Peter. He was becoming more aware of his heart rate and he swore that you could hear how hard it was beating. But it wasn’t because of the scary things popping out at you two. It was over the fact of how close you were to him. How you wanted him to protect you. So he released your tight fingers and wrapped his right arm around you almost as if shielding you from the scary things. You were so happy for the dim lighting because of how red your face would have seemed otherwise. Whenever something would jump out or yell you would cling to Peter. But you weren’t the only one red in the face. Peter’s internal dialogue consisted of ‘oh my god she’s so close to me’ ‘she’s so cute I can’t believe this is happening right now’ and other varieties of that. By the end of the scare house you were relieved and sad. Relieved because dear god you didn’t know if your heart could handle anymore adrenaline and sad because now you didn’t need a reason to hold onto Peter. Letting go of him you both walked to the exit.

“That was certainly exciting,” he mentioned with a wide smile.

“They’re lucky that I didn’t punch them out of fear,” you added putting up your hands in a mock boxer pose.

“Easy there Rocky we don’t need to be kicked out yet,” he joked. Wow this kid has seen Rocky? Rare-breed. You guys met up with Ned and MJ who seemed to be having a very intense conversation until you both caught up.

“How was the house?” MJ asked slyly. Thinking about how close you were to Peter you became flustered as you choked out a ‘good’. Peter seemed to be having the same reaction as you. So you guys both just stood there sputtering for a good couple minutes before Ned suggested another ride. Unknown to you and Peter they had planned out which rides that were just for two people.

“We are such good wing men/women,” MJ whispered to Ned as you two walked ahead. Peter had just said something to make you laugh.

“That’s the truest thing to ever been said,” he replied as they high fived. Peter was looking over at you a lot more than he knew he should. But by god you were just so pretty. When he made you laugh it was like he won the lottery. Your eyes lit up and you smiled so wide. If he could he would just live in that moment forever. He was just so smitten by you. So gathering up his courage from earlier he reached for your hand again. You looked at him before lacing your fingers with his. His hand was big and yours was small but it fit perfectly almost like a puzzle piece. You were smiling blushing like crazy and refused to look him in the eye. He was doing almost the exact same thing. Meanwhile Ned and MJ were fangirling like crazy.

“So what ride did you have in mind?” you asked Ned hoping to break the silence that fell.

“It’s a new ride that takes you around a good portion of the park but adds in some major drops and a slight upside down experience,” he explained while making hand gestures for you to get an idea of what it was like.

“Sounds like a plan let’s go,” you announced as you started walking in the direction of the ride with Peter in tow. To be completely honest you needed to scream to let out all of this pent up freaking out. You couldn’t believe that Peter was holding your hand. It might seem dumb and childish but you hadn’t ever really had a relationship with someone. So holding hands was sort of a big deal.

While you guys waited in line at the ride you’d ‘accidentally’ lightly bump into Peter. Your hands were still intertwined. You were talking about some old movie when you reached the front of the line. It was another two rider per line deal. So you and Peter sat next to each as you buckled your seat belts.

“Are you ready?” Peter asked as the overhead bars squished you into your seats.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you answered with a deep breath. The ride started off with a jolt of speed. It was reaching its first drop. You squeezed the handle bar and screamed. Peter was yelling too but it sounded a lot more joyful than your nervous one. On the next drop yours was more excited than before. Then you started to enjoy yourself on this ride. By the end you were ready to go again. You guys went on three more rides after that one. When the four of you got off the last ride MJ suggested that you could all go eat. Instinctively you reached for Peter’s hand and you all went off to find a restaurant. There was a Johnny Rockets so you guys went there. When you went to sit down Ned and MJ grouped to one side of the booth leaving you to sit with Peter. Not that you were complaining at all. MJ ordered a BLT, Ned ordered cheese fries + a steakhouse burger, Peter ordered an original burger with extra pickles, and you ordered a bacon cheddar burger. Ned’s cheese fries were the first thing to come out of the kitchen. He offered them to the table and they were gone in a matter of minutes. You guys were all talking about things you did during your childhood. You had gotten the table to laugh when you talked about getting into a fist fight in the third grade.

“I guess I wasn’t wrong when I called you Rocky,” Peter joked bumping your shoulder with his.

“Careful you don’t want third grade y/n to come out. She’s fierce!” you said playfully as he puts his hands up in mock surrender. When all the rest of your guys food came out you all dug in. There wasn’t a single thing left on anyone’s plate. You took a swig of water to wash down the now finished burger. Plus you hadn’t really drinken anything all day so you were thirsty. Downing the rest of your water you listened in to Ned talking about superheros.

“Do you have a favorite superhero y/n?” Ned asked you fully aware that Peter would be listening to your every word.

“Of course doesn’t everyone?” you said unknowingly speaking next to one yourself.

“Who is it?” Peter tried not to sound too interested. He took a sip of water to make it seem like he was barely listening.

“Spiderman,” you replied. Peter choked on his water when you said that.

“Shit Peter are you okay?” you asked worry evident in your voice. He just nodded while trying to cough out the fluid he inhaled.

“So Spiderman? What makes you like him so much?” he questioned as if he didn’t totally embarrass himself five seconds ago.

“Well he saved my mom one time when a cars brakes weren’t working and it almost ran her over. Plus he seems really humble,” you explained twisting your straw. The check came and you all paid for your food and left. The sun was starting to go down and the sky was painted with beautiful oranges, pinks and blues.

“Oh my goodness it’s so beautiful,” you exclaimed staring at the sky. Peter was watching you and couldn’t deny how absolutely stunning you looked right now. The sky was reflected in your eyes and the lights from the rides were caught in your hair.

“Yeah it really is,” he said without taking his eyes off of you. You didn’t notice that he wasn’t staring at the sky like you were. Once again MJ and Ned were freaking out because wow they’re the best at setting people up. Even though this was the first time but that’s besides the point.

“What if we all went on the Ferris Wheel?” Ned chimed in. Partially interrupting Peter’s heart eyes. You tore your eyes away from the sky and gave him a ‘sure’ before looking back at the explosion of color. You all started walking over to the giant ring full of people. Peter just couldn’t stop himself from looking at you. When you reached the Ferris Wheel you remembered what happens in movies on Ferris Wheels and your face caught fire.

“Are you okay?” Peter whispered to you to not catch the attention of the other members of your party. Him being this close to you while leaning into your ear made your face get even redder.

“Yes! Yep, of course why wouldn’t I be,” you stumbled over your words. He wasn’t so convinced. So he reached down for your hand for what felt like the millionth time today.

“We don’t have to go if you’re afraid of heights,” he tried to reassure you by squeezing your hand. Could this guy be even more perfect?

“It’s not that at all! I really want to go on the ride,” you exclaimed. I mean that wasn’t a lie you did but you were also nervous about what was going to happen when you reached the top. 

So when it was time for you to climb in the seat you tried to take inconspicuous deep breaths. When he climbed in you realized just how small the seat was. You were practically on his lap. The rotation started up as the next people climbed on. The higher you got to the top the colder it got. You shivered alerting Peter that you were cold. He wasn’t wearing a jacket that he could offer you so he wrapped his arm around you. You looked up at him to offer a thanks but he was already looking down at you. You were thankful for the smallness of the seat because that made your faces so much closer than they had been all day. You quickly studied his face while his eyes slipped to your lips. There wasn’t much leaning in that had to be done as you kissed him. He was taken by surprise but kissed you back. His arm that was wrapped around you pulled you closer if that was possible. While your hand rested on his surprisingly toned chest. When you broke away for air you realized that you were at the top of the wheel. How cliche you thought. You both looked at each other and started to laugh.

“So uh, wow, that was” you trailed off trying to find the words.

“Yeah it was,” he chuckled.

“I can’t believe we just kissed,” you confessed hiding your face in your hands to hide it’s redness.

“I can’t believe I’m going to do it again,” he said taking your hands from your face kissing you again. You were amazed that you didn’t melt into a puddle right then and there. His lips were soft and lightly chapped but they were perfect. He was perfect. Your hands escaped his as you placed one at the nape of his neck and the other rested on his shoulder. Since his hands were now free he wrapped one around your waist while the other cradled your face. All you thought was how this was perfect ending to a rough beginning.

[mysticmessingupmylife]

New Headcanon!!

hey heey! so this headcanon was written on my phone a long time ago (when i was turning in my application to be an admin) and this was what i showed jane! i felt bad for you guys because i told you that i couldn’t post anything till monday UNTIL I FOUND THIS IN MY NOTES so! i decided to post it. it was an ask that jane lent me a while ago (basically it was RFA + V + Saeran about to do the nasty with MC for the first time but because the MC is insecure about her body, she backs out even though she REALLY WANTED TO F UcK) and i wanted to let you guys read it! i’m sorry if the format is shitty, this was written on my phone and iPhone Notes kinda suck… a lot. anyways, please enjoy!! ❤️ ~amanda Yoosung: • you two were heavily making out on his bed, slowly pulling off each other’s clothes • both were blushing profusely and hands were wandering everywhere • his started kissing up and down your neck and pulling you close to him • you were moaning and grinding upwards into him, wanting him badly • yoosung pulled away and leaned towards your ear • “MC do you really want this?” he asked, looking at you in the eyes • you were about to nod until • he’s going to see you naked • NA KE D • what if he thought you were ugly? what if he thought you were too fat to be with him? what if you were a turn off? • you hesitated and pulled away from Yoosung, causing him to tilt his head confusedly • “I-I….” you couldn’t look at him in the eyes • Yoosung sat up and asked you what was wrong • “wh-what if… i do want this but… but what if you… f-find me…” you couldn’t finish the last word, but Yoosung seemed to understand what was the problem • he leaned in, kisses you softly and whispered, “MC i’ll never find you ugly. i love you and i want to do this with you. you’re absolutely beautiful in my eyes and i couldn’t care less if you were fat or skinny or average. i love you for who you are, not what you look like” • you Me LT E D • with that, you kissed him hard and your hands started wandering south • yoosung pulls down your underwear and leans his head towards your entrance, looking up at you and smiling • he ate you out with the skill you had NO IDEA HE HAD LIKE WOW Zen: • “princess, what’s wrong? i-i thought you wanted this?” • you couldn’t look at zen, as the embarrassment in you was showing • zen tilted your chin upwards to you look at him • you started telling him how you believe that he’ll think that you’re ugly and a turn off once he sees you naked • ????? • he likes personality not looks???? • AND HE THINKS YOUR JUST DAZZLING hoW can you SAY THAT YOUR NOT BEAUTIFUL??? • he smiled gently and kisses you with so much passion and love that you could barely hold on • fuCk i mean HOMEBOY KNOWS HOW TO KI Ss HELP • as he started peeling off your clothes, he mumbled “beautiful” and “gorgeous” and “my princess” in your ear over and over • you’re blushing and shaking your head, disagreeing with him • he dipped his hand into your underwear and made you yelp • pressed his thumb on your clit, making you moan loudly and falter in his arms • he kisses your neck again and whispers in your ear, saying how beautiful you are • “i love you MC, you’re so beautiful… i’m going to make you realize that by the end of tonight~” • throughout the whole night, he kept complimenting you and loving you • he doesn’t unleash The Beast because tonight is all about you <3 Jaehee • Jaehee had you on the bed, with you squirming as her mouth attacked your neck • she was fully naked on top of you while you still had your tshirt and underwear on • when she attempted to pull off your shirt, you yelped and scooted away from her • she looked at you confusedly and asked you what was wrong • you started blubbering and trying to avoid the question • Jaehee holds your hand and she repeats her question • “I-I just… well…” • you basically told her that you didn’t really like how you looked underneath your clothes and that if you were to be intimate with her, she wouldn’t enjoy it • TRIGGERED JAEHEE • Jaehee cupped your face with her hands and gave you butterfly kisses • “MC… honey…” • she couldn’t care less how you looked underneath your clothes! she’s just glad you trust her enough to want her as much as she wants you! • she kissed you lovingly and told you that she thinks your an absolute angel and wouldn’t want you any other way • you still weren’t convinced but Jaehee was determined to convince you • she laid you down and started kising up and down your body on top of your clothes • when she reached your underwear, she gave a chaste kiss on it and said “do you trust me?” • by the point, you were so turned on, you blurted out “yes” • she smiled at you and pulled down your underwear • and she wenT TO TOwN • she was determined to make you feel like a damn goddess by the end of the night Jumin: • “J-Jumin wait” • Jumin was on top of you, kissing your neck and shoulder and slipping his hand underneath your shirt • as he was getting ready to slip it off, you pushed him away and told him to stop • he looked at you concerned and asked what was wrong • after a while of his question, you sighed and sat up, looking at him • you explained to him that you were nervous to take off your clothes, considering that you were ugly and disgusting underneath them • wait • what did you just say • EXCUSE ME • NO, NEIN NEIN • Jumin never looked so shook in his life • he hugged you tightly • “MC, darling, that’s not true” • he went on saying how he thought you were absolutely beautiful and adorable and how you made him so happy in his life • he was willing to show you how beautiful you were if you let him • you hesitated.. still not sure until • he smiLED • rip mc • he said that he won’t change his mind of thinking gorgeous you were • he kissed you softly and started peeling off your clothes, finally persuading you • Mr. Trust Fund Kid had a beast of his own ;)) • the whole night you were screaming his name and begging for more and more of The Jumin Han Sperminator 707/ Luciel/ Saeyoung • this boy was making you melt underneath him, just by kissing your neck and lips • HOT BREATHS AGAINST YOUR COLLARBONE • not to mention that your moaning was cruCIFYING HIM • he was getting really into it and when you tugged his shirt off, he was coming real close to losing his self control • agent 707 about to hacK INTO THAT PUSSY • until • you stopped kissing him and pulled away • he stopped also and stareD at you, saying nothing • ????? mc?? • you stayed silent for a while, knowing that he was wondering why you stopped • in a cracked voice, you explained how you weren’t really ready to take off your clothes, since you believe that you were ugly if they were off • LMAOOOOO • wait • you’re serious? • seven engulfed you in a hug • “mc you shouldn’t think that! you’re absolutely gorgeous! i fell in love with the way you are. i don’t care if you’re ugly to everyone else, but to me you’re beautiful. i love all of you, including your body” • wow saeyoung • he kissed you all over your body and looked at you with love and lust • *cue to the part where mc nuts* • after you nervously nodded your head, he grinned and laid you down on the bed • BODy WOrS HIP pING • as he made love to you, you two interlace fingers and moan together • that boy was getting INTO IT BRUH OML V/Jihyun • “J-Jihyun, hold on a second…” • V stopped and glanced at you while panting • your cheeks are flushed and you LOOKED ready for him • but you weren’t • V could practically SEE the insecurity in your eyes and he wasn’t having it • “angel, what’s wrong? what are you feeling?” • you said that you didn’t think you were beautiful enough to have him be with you and you suggested that they should stop for now • HIS HEART BR OKE • he was so upset!! how can you not see how damn beautiful you were!!! like what!!!! • V kissed your forehead and held you in his arms • “mc what are you talking about? you’re the most beautiful, gorgeous, loveliest person i’ve ever seen. i love you and i want to show you how much i do.. will you let me?” • you slowly nod, after thinking about it • lemme just say • V has the fingers of a GOD • THE WONDERS HE CAN DO WITH THEM • he made you cum multiple times and he still hasn’t been inside you • he was taking his time, showing you how much he really loved you and how amazing you were Saeran: • making out making out makING OUT • hands were wandering everywhere and yall’s were grinding the hell out of each other • he was kissing all over your jawbone and neck • his hands with underneath your shirt the next second and you stiffened • Saeran noticed and stopped, looking at you concerned • “mc…? what’s up?” • you stuttered your answer, saying how you thought you were ugly when you were naked and that he would think so too • “mc shut up” • he began explaining how he didn’t give a shit if you were ugly underneath or not, he’d still love you • he fell in love with the way you treated him and your personality and hates the fact that you thought you were hideous • “mc you’re the most beautiful girl i know. i don’t understand why you can’t see that. but i guess that means that i’m gonna have to just show you…” • and with that, he started attacking your body with kisses and lowered his head towards your entrance • “are you okay with this? can i continue?” • you nod and let him pull off your underwear • he ate you out liKE A DAMN SNACK • he kept saying how delicious you were and loved hearing your moans • you could barely control yourself as you were gripping his hair and screaming his name • saeran was smirking and fingered you into OBLIVION • “please believe me when i say that i love you so much and i don’t want to lose you. you’re mine tonight, mc.”