[chanfaye]

˚.⋆ ✶ faye, 19, black, they/she, thee doomscroller!! ✶⋆.˚

hi angels!! the name’s faye (๑>ᴗ<๑) this blog of mine is mainly for me to reblog lottssssss of fanfics and fanart and talk about life ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ). im pretty much always online for the time being, so feel free to stop by for a chat!!

quick warning: i do interact with/reblog dark content sometimes, so please dni if that’s not something you enjoy!

[chanfaye]

wow i think i need to go sit on that couch and talk to The Lady.

[chanfaye]

i honestly feel like im such a fucking loser. i don’t have a sense of style. my hair and skin looks questionable at best. my love life is basically nonexistent. i have trouble making and maintaining relationships with people. whatever’s going on with my mental is getting worse. practically no money to my name. not much makes me as happy as it usually does. and the thought of going back to college with whatever this is on top of constantly being around another person, having no space to myself to fully decompress, and dealing with school work…i dont how much more i can take.

social stuff that usually used to not bother me (as much) is really starting to get under my skin. the lack of communication in some situations. people (friends included) purposely misconstruing the things i say and do. it’s so freaking annoying. like if you knew what i meant by what i just said, why are you asking me odd questions or trying to make a joke out of what i meant?? making jokes about the way i am or the things i like and not liking when i say i dont always like being treated like that. arguing with me about my opinion, or if i say smth about theirs, they get offended or something. i cant tell if IM the one misunderstanding or being sensitive, but all these little things are really adding up and im just so tired of it.

[scissorhvnds]

web slinger! 🕸️๋࣭ ⭑

peter parker x reader

peter parker who pushes your hands back against his bed, forcing your fingers to curl against his headboard. "press them flat for me, baby," his voice is a wet garble in your ear, heaving breaths, his tongue darting up to drink the perspiration dewing your hairline. his webs shoot out, white and sticky against the back of your hands. a soft thwip that flies by your ear and plasters your hands to the wood in front of your face. you tug, testing their strength, and your breath falters at the durability. 

not so tough now, are you? not after you had begged him soo prettily, like a beautiful, melodious course in peter's ear, "please, pete, want you to use them on me. tie me up." 

and how could peter say no? when you bat your eyes like that at him, and when your lips form into that gorgeous pout that has him wanting to suck them into his own mouth. 

no. no, nooo, no, peter would never deny you. 

but now peter's smug. he has you. you're his. your shoulders flex against his chest from the force of your tugging. and all he can do is press his smile against your jaw, nosing into your cheek from where your head is laying against the pillows. 

"ah, ah, no tugging, my love, you wanted this remember?" he coos softly, his hands sliding down your back and settling on the curve of your waist. peter pushes his chest back up, his weight shifting on your thighs. he rubs his tip through your slicked folds, tracing a line from your hole to your clit. he grinds himself there, a teasing pressure that leaves both of you breathless before sliding himself in entirely. 

the intrusion has you tensing and clenching down on him immediately. it's all too much, all too soon, but yet not enough. peter throws his head back, his fingers digging into the arch of your back. "fuuuck, yeah—" 

he's breathless, pushing his weight onto you and sliding his cock that much deeper. your head spins from how full you are, how he's everywhere. his hips slowly grind against your backside, forcing you to feel him inside you. 

your arms tug, shoulders jolting as you squirm from the stimulation. 

peter's webs stay strong. 

fuck, you hadn't thought of what it would be like to not able to touch him how you wanted.

"w-wait, pete, fuck, please—" your voice is a muffled whimper against his pillows. you bite down on the fabric, pushing your hips back to meet him fully. 

"ohhh, there she is, yeah, baby, look at that," peter groans in amazement. his eyes are glued to where he's disappeared inside your fluttering hole, hooking his thumbs into your cheeks and spreading them apart. "so fucking perfect for me," 

his hips stilled, simply watching. "gonna move for me? show me how much you do you want it? show me how good you are for me, baby, move those hips." 

your back tenses, muscles flexing as you roll your hips back. up and down. trying to find a satisfying rhythm, trying to get him deeper, get it harder, feel him hit that spot that would have you trembling in seconds. 

it was hard without your hands to support you, but it only fuelled your desperation. it was everything. you were everything to peter. your slick, wet heat that enveloped him. god, fuck, he could live inside you forever. 

the sight of you on your stomach, restricted by his webs, desperately pushing back against him, desperate for his cock — he's fucking ruined. 

you whimper softly, the pillow muffling the sound almost completely. but peter hears it, of course he does, he always hears you. his teeth dig into his bottom lip, stifling his own moan. 

"c-can't, wait, peter, i can't," you babble softly through another whine. it was too much, but not enough. you were so fucking full, and peter kept you on the edge. 

peter takes over all at once, through hard and deep thrusts that punch the air out of your lungs. one of his hands settles on top of your head, gripping your hair and pulling your head back. he leans forward again, his body enveloping yours and covering your mouth with his. his lips devour yours with a ravenous desperation, silencing your moans with his tongue sliding into your mouth. 

the smirk that spreads across peter's face presses into your teeth. all he can hear are the whines that escape through your ragged breaths and the wet slap of your fluttering pussy. 

"more, more, more, peter, please—" you beg into his mouth, your lips sinking into his bottom lip. peter groans at the sensation, his eyes shutting and his tongue laps at the corner of your mouth to catch the drool leaking from your lip. 

"so beautiful, so perfect, come for me, baby," he whispers, sliding his finger around your hip and meeting your clit. the action pushes your hips further back into him and your body jolts, overwhelmed from his hips ramming into yours. the force of your climax takes over your body suddenly. your vision whites, your nails dig into the headboard, and your body tenses as your shoulders yank painfully against the webs. 

and god, peter has never been more in love. your soft, high pitched whines as you bite down onto his pillow; your fluttering walls around his cock as he slides in alllll the way; how fucking perfect you always are for him. always. 

he could never let you go, could never be without you. not when you love him how you do, not when you beg him to tie you up with his webs. he would do anything you fucking asked him to. he really would. 

after all, he was your little web slinger! ;P

an: baby's first peter fic!

[lxnarphase]

enjin just rubbing his dick up and down your pussy, not pushing in, only teasing the tip inside a little bit before going back to coating his entire length in your slick. it’s slow, it’s sticky, and it’s so fucking wet, he’s addicted to it

[carmysdoll]

💭 𓈒⠀𓈒ㅤㅤ peter parker fucking you from behind , your face pressed against his forearm and bicep in a deliciously sweaty headlock. you feel his weight and sweaty chest pressed against your back , feeling all hot and lost in the pleasure. your teeth would bite deep marks into his bicep to hold in your moans—feeling shy after he praised how pretty you sounded for him, he’d let out a desperate mix of a moan and whine at the pleasurable pain in your ear.

panting and whining in your ear , telling you how good you feel and begging for more as if he didn’t have you in a position where he controlled everything and could take what he wanted. he could overpower you in every single way but no , you had him falling to his knees with just a look , peter truly was putty in your hands.

his eyes would roll back as he felt you clenching around him, the way your nails dig into his biceps, feeling a mixture of your drool and tears of pleasure soaking his bicep and the pillow, how his name sounded coming from your lips. the sounds of skin slapping, the bed creaking and the beautiful euphonious melody of your shared sounds of pleasure, filled the bedroom of the safe house.

the feeling of you cumming around him brought him right to the edge, while the feeling of you pushing back against him, using him to fuck yourself through your orgasm, made him cum deep inside you with a choked out moan. sniffling and placing wet kisses along your shoulders as he tried to calm down from the intense and passionate love making, both of you sensitive and twitching with each little after shock…whispering shared and desperate ‘I love yous’

Ი𐑼 yeah so it’s short , just a little thought and concept but I will definitely write a longer fic about this <3 I’m not prepared for the person I’m going to become when the movie is out … I’m already freaking out from the trailer 🤓

© carmysdoll | all rights reserved.

[bfbkg]

bakugou wakes up with the most craziest adorable bed head that every morning is filled with giggles and kisses all over his cheeks. he always pretends to get grumpy about it, hands in his hair to fix it but you slap them off.

[jiuchip]

telling the puppy to stay put yeah ok ik what u script writers are you fuckin freaks

but also look at him sat all sweet and polite like a good boy im gonna kms

[chanfaye]

awkward….!

[chanfaye]

im like, oddly really annoyed 😭.

[chanfaye]

awkward….!

[chanfaye]

it’s lowk setting in that im gonna be 20 next year

[taldigi]

Hello???? Suggestions????

[asmodaya]

i will not elaborate

[waitformeutena]

Oh my, close enough welcome back Hange Zoe

[hangespublicist]

has this…. has this reached tumblr yet…

[saturnsfae]

omg this is a hard thought but imagine like going to the beach w tyun and teasing him all day then him fucking the life out of u as soon as u get home

oh. ok.. yeah sure let’s imagine (o///o) writing this while i’m currently sunbathing at the beach hihihihi

✽ warnings: (18+) beach episode w/ taehyun 🌞 mdni!! afab!reader , unprotected sex , skimpy bathing suit , reader loves teasing , shower sex , kinda mean dom!tyun , brat taming , pussy slapping , finger sucking , mocking , rough dirty talk , mouth covering , fingering , slight manhandling — 1.3O3 wrds.

okay… so tyun noticed this started even before you arrived at the beach, skimpy ass bikini set he never saw you buy or show him before, but he doesn’t say anything and just eyes you through his sunglasses because it really doesn’t bother him. he only comments when you give him a twirl and ask him how you look, flinging your packed out beach bag over his shoulder and planting a kiss on your forehead. “i like it,” he murmurs before he’s gently nudging you to continue getting ready with a pat on your overly exposed ass.

“mhm, you look good baby, c’mon..” it’s hard to tell his true expression with the dark shades covering half his face but you’re not one to back down, onto the next method of teasing with a grin on your face as you’re practically skipping out the door.

in the car ride to the beach, you’re shifting around in the passenger seat as he’s pulling into an empty slot in the public parking lot. he’s silent but he’s watching you from his peripheral as you raise your hips and shift down your jean shorts in such a slow manner, kicking them off and throwing them in the backseat. he doesn’t say anything but he catches the small glimpse of a smile on your face to realize right then and there that this was all on purpose, that you’re planning something. yet, he stays quiet as you both demount all the beach stuff, waiting for you to just pull off your (his) loose t-shirt from your body and throw it into the car before he locks it.

and it doesn’t stop there, even after he finished setting up your post near the crashing waves and securing the beach umbrella for you, freezing to watch you untie the stringed knot of your bikini top and ask with the softest voice for help, handing him the sunscreen bottle with a small pout on your lips. tyun never denies your needs, getting closer when you’re done settling stomach down on the blanket, open back facing the sun and his wondering eyes. his hands feel so slippery with sunscreen and perfect and heavy against your entire back, not even pressing as harsh as they would for you to be making those noises. or for you to elongate your entire torso as if you were a stretching cat, squirming underneath his passing touch. “mmhhh, thank you, baby.” your muffled voice is dripping with a teasing tone, amusement and fluttery after he swipes the last of the sunscreen on his hands over the back of your thighs.

even when you drag him into the water with you after a while of just sunbathing, clinging onto him with your arms wrapped around his neck as the waves roll your bodies together. your fingers swipe off water droplets from the side of his neck as your legs easily wrap around his waist underneath the water.

in typical tyun fashion, he stays quiet, not once changing his mannerism or allowing his mood to show on his face, even after the eventful day in the beach and when you’re already on the way back home. he agrees with you when you say to leave everything in the car, to deal with it later, because you’re incredibly tired to unpack anything and you wanna just shower off the salt. it’s so subtle, it has you thinking nonetheless but his mind is already made up with a plan he conjured on the drive back..

you don’t know how you got here, clutching around his neck for dear life and moans echoing loud within the bathroom as he snaps his hips harder into you, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. it’s slippery, head tipped back against the shower tiles, body sliding effortlessly against the wall with each audible plap. you wonder why he decided to wait until he closes the bathroom door to push you in the shower (after your little show of bending down in front of him to open the water faucet). maybe because taehyun is a man of restraint, until it fucking snaps. he didn’t even wait when he turned you around and pressed you against the wall, pulling the thin strings of your so called bathing suit apart to reveal your perked nipples, grabbing your thigh and pushing them further apart to slot himself in. not a care in his world about the water trickling off his body and spraying onto yours as he pushes the thin fabric of your bottoms aside, landing a rough smack onto your exposed pussy as your claws dig into his thick biceps for support. the small yelp that squeezes passed your lips was comical.

“you fucking minx, you wanted this from the very beginning and thought i wouldn’t notice?” he murmurs, tone not rough and apathetic, but leaving no room for any bratty retort. “no, but you knew i would notice. you wanted me to notice.”

you whimper when taehyun suddenly, and roughly, shoves his fingers into your mouth after they swiped over your drooling slit, yanking them back out before you could even try sucking on them. they trail low like his voice as he continues, “you wouldn’t have cared if i fucked you right there at the beach, you wanted me to like the desperate slut you are, right? is that what you wanted?”

he’s right, and he knows how much you hate to say it, so he’ll press it out of you.

he takes your whimper as a yes, even if it was a pair with a shake of your head, sinking his lithe fingers even if you were a clenching mess. the stretch burns so good, hand clutching his wrist but he yanks it away and pins it on the wall next to your head.

a gasp, “tyun—”

“tyun??” he mocks, same tone, same pitch and it has heat curling in your belly. “what do you want your tyunnie to do, hm?” his fingers curl and you’re raising on your tippy toes from how accurate they punch, right on that gummy spot, found so easily. “to fuck you? i think you want tyun to fuck this brattiness shit out of you, right?” his sharp teeth nibble at your earlobe, you have no choice but to nod quickly this time when he pulls away to stare at you with expectation.

okay so that’s how you got here, hands pulling his face into your neck from the grip you had on his wet locks, feeling his teeth sink into your shoulder and the stupid gusset of your bath suit bottoms dig into your thigh. at some point does his hand reach back from the wall to clasp around your lips and muffle your moans, you’re on cloud nine, eyes rolling back as your body freezes from the toe curling orgasm he pulls out of you, him not following too far behind after.

his hand slides off your mouth, and as you’re both catching your breaths, he presses you firmly against the wall knowing you’ll fall limp on your own if he doesn’t hold you up for the first few seconds. cock throbbing deep within your tight walls, he nudges impossibly deeper as he pulls away his upper body, to assess your state. you’re an absolute mess but he doesn’t miss the the lazy, cocky smile that settles on your raw lips. full of nothing but pure satisfaction and smugness. a scoff huffs from his mouth as you lick your lips, hooded eyes still staring at him. tyun shakes his head, carefully moving you underneath the spraying water to get properly washed, thinking about how he’ll deal with you again later with a soft smile. and you’re giggling, still basking in your post glow relief.

he ended up falling for your trick, and you got exactly what you wanted. :)

“you little brat..” he chuckles.

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[oinkhop]

should we just come back later or...

[lxnarphase]

age gap in fiction is great but the second I see a 50 yr old talking to a 19-20 yr old he or she or they has to die

[lxnarphase]

like yes I do love the idea of creepy perverted 50 yr old Sukuna and 20+ yr old college sophomore/junior/senior reader that he pays all their tuition and likes taking them out to dates while touching up on his hard on under the table as he listens to them gush about their degree and stuff, but in real life??? need that nigga to die !!!