#thinking thots

[princesssmars]

it's getting sticky!

a little vi x reader

wc : 1.166

inspired by this tweet. don't look at me. sequel and threequel here :3

contains : boxer!vi ib this, fem!reader, scissoring, vi's a horndog wbk.

a/n: can't wait for act 4 to drop next week don't worry they just took a week's break guys. pitfighter vi changed my life i had to keep pausing the episodes to scream into my hands baby girl come home.

ever since vi had met you, she had been discovering quite a few new things about herself.

she is apparently an active sleeptalker, has a habit of biting her lips when thinking, and once she gets you in bed she needs to keep going until she passes out.

she’d always known she had a soft spot for pretty girls, constantly flirting with and taking home the girls who showed up to her matches with her face plastered on their shirts and phone cases. but eventually, she started to grow a bit bored with the routine of a night of rough sex with a stranger before parting ways, never to meet again. well, hopefully. unfortunately, some of the girls could get a bit obsessed. one of the cons of being too good with a strap.

but like a deity above heard her secret prayers she spots you in the crowd at one of her shows, oh-so-pretty face stuck staring down at your phone as a girl she assumes is your friend looks on to the match with glee. as cliche as it was, she was instantly intrigued.

she had no choice but to come up to you after the show, black leather jacket slung over her shoulders as she greets you with a flirty smile and one of her most trusty pick up lines to make you laugh.

you aren't impressed. you do call her cute, which is a win in her book. luckily your friend is a huge fan, and manages to persuade you into giving her your number for an autograph. she swears she hears the girl call her hot when your friend drags you away, and she doesn’t hear you disagree.

you make it very clear at the start of the relationship that you know about her reputation with other women, and that you don't want to have sex until you are sure she is committed to you. and while she obviously respects your boundaries, taking the care to make she never goes too far whenever things do start to get a little more intimate, she has to admit it’s a bit of a struggle to keep it in her pants. she swears after a few weeks you start teasing her, hugging her from behind when you're in a towel fresh out of the shower and wearing tops with lower and lower necklines.

and once you finally do tell her you're ready to go all the way? the girl is stuck on you from sunset to sundown, wringing countless orgasms from you until you have to use the last of your energy to tap out.

she adores how you can keep up with her, especially after she successfully wins a match. the adrenaline from the fight is still pumping through her veins, sweat and bruises dotted over her skin as she rushes over to you once she’s cleared of injuries and lifts you up in her arms, twirling you around until she starts to get dizzy. the sound of your squeals and giggles as she bites and kisses at your neck one of her favorite sounds in the world.

it can only be paralleled by the noises you’re making now, desperate and pitched-up whines and gasps as you sit across from her, eyes drooping and head falling back as you grind your hips into hers. she had been so desperate to get her hands on you that she couldn’t be bothered to pull down either of your underwear, the friction from her boxers and your panties making her eyes roll into the back of her head. she’s sure the grip her hand has on your leg propped up next to her is too tight and sure to leave a slight bruise, but you only subtly push it closer to her grip, biting your lip when her nails dig into your skin.

“come on, come on pretty girl, keep giving it to me.”

her hoarse voice pants, tilting her hips just the slightest to the side so that her clit rubs even harder on the wet fabric below, brushing against yours the slightest bit to make you let out a needy moan. normally her dirty words are enough to send you into overdrive but she can tell that tonight the euphoria is getting to you, too deep in the experience to register what she’s saying. her other hand that's not gripping onto you for dear life reaches over, her breath hitching when her cunt presses even harder into yours, and gently but firmly grabs you by the back of the head so your head is upright again.

“vi, ‘h my god-” your moan is cut off by her plush lips harshly pressing into yours and sticking her tongue in your mouth, muscles massaging each other before she pulls away and watches the string of spit that connects you to each other. a dopey grin grows on her face before she ever so slightly tilts your head down, laughing at the strained gasp that leaves your throat.

even with fabric there you’re obviously both soaked, dark and light materials stained by yourselves and each other and only growing more intense by the second. it creates a perfect blend of embarrassment but arousal in you that forces you to grind yourself into her harder, chasing that high for the both of you as you hear the audible noises of your bodies meeting.

as you both get closer you start to get clingier, your trembling hands resting on vi’s shoulders as a subtle hint that she picks up on immediately. she helps you to wrap your arms around her shoulders as hers moves to your back, squeezing your sides and rubbing over the skin when your teary exhausted voice calls her name over and over as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“vi, vi, ‘m so close, please, oh shit harder-”

“i know, i know, baby. just a little more, fuck you feel so good, prettiest girl, god prettiest pus-”

she smiles and bites into your shoulder when your orgasm finally hits you, the desperate grinding of your hips paired with the breathy whining from your throat right next to her ear sending her to nirvana right after you, broad hands pulling your overstimulated into hers so she can keep using your pliant body to carry her through her orgasm.

you sit in each other's arms for a minute, hands softly brushing through each other's hands and pressing kisses to each other shoulders. she loves these little moments with you where she can just bask in the fuzzy post-sex bliss with you. she loves it even more when she delicately rubs herself into you to test the waters, always met by your lovesick giggle as you hold onto her tighter and return the movement, ready to go as soon as she gives you a sign.

im pregnant and pifighter vi is the father

[quinloki]

That feel when he pins you against the wall, pulling your arms behind your back so he can rut his bulge into the palm of your hands while he nips and kisses your neck, one hand against the wall, the other already undoing the button to your jeans.

[heartstringsduet]

The moment TK asks Carlos "Where do the presents go?" is so precious to me because it implies so much. He knows his husband is particular. Carlos must have looked for the best catering, planned the karaoke and photo booth to have everything just so.

TK could have put that one present anywhere but he knew Carlos also would plan a spot for that. And Carlos would be so pleased to be asked and be helpful. Yes babe, here is the presents table! Not to be confused with the food and drinks table!

[ihavenoideawhatimdoingheree]

With everyone calling Max daddy lately I had to bring back this video

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[suguwu]

the dynamics between prince getou and you, his mother's favorite ladies' maid—

[selkiemaidenfae]

you know who’d kick ass on american ninja warrior?

buffy.

you know who’d be such a nuisance on the sidelines cheering for her that he’d be some tv producer’s personal hell?

spike.

[ln4-llingforu]

Im literally never gonna recover from this

[soulmvtes]

to be loved is to be known and seen and acknowledged...

[fullofgutsndopamine]

uh hello

[starsonmarsy]

forced orgasms. you agree. reblog.

[sai-int]

watching the northman right now and it's just got me thinking of viking!soap

[juniperpyre]

does anyone have any thoughts on the fighting styles of the marauders era characters? like we've all probably seen the gifset from DH1 where harry, ron and hermione are fighting in the cafe and their different styles are being analyzed. so like what about marauders?

[quinloki]

Sat on the couch, between Kid's legs, the agreed upon movie starting up on the TV.

It's just you and him and a bet.

His hands cup your breasts as the opening starts, hands covering almost all of you so easily. He moves in big movements at first, until the little bumps of arousal tighten under your shirt.

His fingers begin to focus on your hardening nipples, teasing them easily.

He's not going to do anything else, that's the game.

He's just going to play with your tits through your shirt until the movie's done. If you make it without cumming, if you can make it without begging him to stop or touch you differently, then you win.

Otherwise he wins.

Five minutes into the movie you can feel your body warming up.

How can he be so relentless when you're clothed?

Whether or not you can cum from just having your tits played with will be determined one way or another, but The Lord of the Rings Extended Edition was foolish bravado on your part. You're going to be drooling before Bilbo's birthday party starts.

You can already picture the knowing smirk on Kid's face as he pinches your nipples before returning to his steady, laser targeted teasing circles.

[cerberus-sin]

I need to be made fun of for being sooo easy to fluster, and god it must be embarrassing to be so easy, by a group of mean dykes, trannies, and fags, and please god, please I need it like air

[baronessvonglitter]

So we have DBF (dad’s best friend) and BFD (dad’s best friend)

Both excellent tropes. Love ‘em.

But I want to write about HBF (husband’s best friend)

And you already know who that friend is 😏

[capricious-bastard13]

Just had a thought but... If Tony survived... Would Steve not have stayed in the past at all?

Because I finally watched Endgame (after years of avoiding watching it because I knew the ending and through the internet, made me aware of the movie without having to watch it, but finally, recently I caved and watched it). I had a conversation with my cousin about it.

And he was just as baffled by Steve's choice, when he watched it all those years ago, he told me. And I said, "yeah, because it was so out of nowhere" and he agrees with "Exactly". And now.

Now, I can't help but think... Was the trigger Tony? Steve said that he planned to come back--or at least it was said in between the lines (I'm still too hurt by the ending to re-watch it again so soon) and at the last moment, thought to himself, "why go back?" Because if Bucky being in there didn't make him return, then would Tony still being there, would've?