Me Because I Can't Have:

please

any pet name with “my” in front >>> 🎀

made a new account !

this one just got so overwhelming and the feed just wasn’t what i wanted anymore. @anakinsluvrr ! if you’d like, you can follow !!

literal husband material

(He doesn’t exist)

❀ Not mine creds to: odeneest on Pinterest!! ❀

pleasee . i’ve been thinking abt this everyday since its came out 🥲 .

I just want Brian to pull down my panties, cum in them, lift them back up, and send me on my way. I am down tremendously-

content/warnings: noncon, physical restraint, reader is AFAB and wears panties but no gender is specified, “cunt” and “pussy” used to describe reader’s genitalia, thigh fucking, pervert Brian, no actual penetrative sex, reader gets jumped in the woods, little to no build up/plot it’s just straight into the porn

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Without warning you’re suddenly shoved to the ground, a heavy weight coming down on your back to keep you there. You yelp in surprise as you feel a body land on top of yours, pushing you into the dirt and sending a sharp pain through your ribs as they bend beneath the force of two people. 

Your attempt to yell out is swiftly cut short when a gloved hand tangles itself in your hair, gripping it tightly as it muffles your cries with the soft dirt on the forest floor. You can feel the small rocks hidden in the soil leaving scrapes on your cheeks as you thrash.

The stranger’s second hand comes down on your back, grabbing at your waist to pull your ass into the air as he hastily, almost clumsily pulls up the bottom of your shirt. He fumbles with the waistband of your shorts, fingers slipping over your button as the fabric of his glove fights with him. He lets up on your hair for one second just so he can use both hands, violently yanking at the fasten of your jeans until it surrenders to his efforts with a harsh ripping sound. He pulls your zipper down so fast it nearly breaks, and even quicker still he’s jerking your shorts down your hips and then your thighs. You’re only allowed to lift your head long enough to cough and spit, wincing at the feeling of dirt in your teeth. You manage to turn and look back at your attacker for only a split second before your face is back against the ground. You whimper against the earth as the sight of the hooded man flashes before your eyes. 

You swear that you can hear him chuckle under his breath at the squeal that crawls up your throat as you feel him pulling eagerly at your panties. You thrash against him as much as you can, but despite your best efforts the pressure on your head and back keeps you disoriented. It’s clear what he wants, though; he lets up just a bit when you sit still. You’re tiring yourself out fast, and you both know it.

You shiver when your panties are pulled down to your knees, resting against the ground and exposing your delicate cunt to the eyes of this aggressive pervert. He smiles under his mask, an expression of absolute debauchery hidden behind black fabric and a sewn on red frown that’ll be burned into your memory forever. 

The strangled noise you let out when you feel him rut against your waiting pussy through his jeans is mortifying. The denim and its metal button are harsh against your sensitive flesh as the stranger practically humps you like a wild dog, hard on twitching in his pants. You can hear him huffing through his mask, breathing heavily through the gaps in his gritted teeth. He’s desperate, nearly rabid with need for a reason that’s beyond you. 

You freeze when you hear him fumble with his zipper, gloved knuckles brushing your back as he struggles with only thing keeping him restrained. A heavy gasp makes your body shake when you suddenly feel the already leaking tip of his cock brush against your thigh. 

“W-Wait, don’t—!” You stammer, thrashing even harder in his grip with the last of your energy. He shushes you harshly, fingers tightening harshly in your hair as a warning. 

“Don’t be so loud,” He whispers, “You’re fine. I ain’t gonna hurt ya unless you make me…” 

You squeak in surprise when his cock slides between your trembling thighs. You instinctively squeeze your legs together, only to cringe when he moans in response. He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as he repositions himself over you, finally releasing your hair only to pin your hands down, wrapping your body in his to keep you still as he starts to thrust. The noises that are pulled from your throat every time he pushes forward are viscerally humiliating, especially the way your voice cracks when his shaft just barely brushes your clit, not once threatening to break through your entrance but taking horrid delight in using it for his own pleasure. He’s shameless in the noise he makes, huffing and groaning in your ear and cursing under his breath every time he moves. 

He barely keeps a steady pace, his desperation becoming apparent with each thrust. You can feel his cock twitch against your thighs as it slides between them, able to feel every vein that runs up the side, all of them pumping hard and fast with adrenaline and primal need. You shudder to think what it would’ve felt like had he decided to use your hole instead.

“H-Haah…you’re…g-getting wet,” He growls in your ear, as though it’s an insult. It may as well be. You whine and turn away from him, biting your lip and ignoring the fact that you can feel yourself soaking his cock and it slides against your cunt. 

You can feel him starting to tremble, and you know in an instant he won’t last much longer. You suck in a breath, silently hoping whatever he chooses to do won’t leave a mess on your back or thighs. You won’t be able to deal with it until you’ve made the trek all the way back down the trail. 

“Gonna…g-gonna cum—“ He whispers through gritted teeth. His hands squeeze around yours, grip getting tighter and tighter, almost to a painful degree as he chases his release with reckless abandon. He’s staring to lose whatever little bit of restraint he has left, and fast. 

All at once his resolve collapses, guttural noises of pleasure falling from his lips as his hips slam erratically against you. He barely manages to choke out one last word of warning before suddenly he stops, cock head barely nestled between your thighs as his entire body tenses and shakes with the force of an orgasm that nearly makes him cry out. He barely manages to strangle the sound before it leaves his throat, cock twitching as it releases hard and fast. You cringe in anticipation of feeling the sticky warmth trail down your thighs, but the sensation never comes. After a few moments you sigh, relieved to have been granted this one small mercy. 

You’re too dazed and dizzy to move when he finally gets up off of you. You stay on the ground despite your humiliating position, and despite the wicked chuckle your attacker allows to slip. 

His boots crunch on the ground, and for a moment you think he’s just going to walk away, leave you here to take care of yourself. Then you feel your panties being slid back up your thighs. You can only be confused for a moment before you’re struck with the uncomfortable feeling of your warm, soaking panties squeezing around the mound of your cunt. The substance is thick and unbearably sticky, not to mention far too much for it to have come from you, especially without an orgasm. 

You flinch and squeal as he fastens your shorts back in place around your waist, tightly keeping your panties in place and making sure you can’t escape the feeling of his cum soaking your pussy and threatening to stain your jeans. 

He stands back up, buttoning his jeans and adjusting his pants a bit before shoving his hands back in the pocket of his faded yellow hoodie. He’s silent for a moment, admiring his work with a hidden smirk spread across his face. 

“Better get walkin’, sweetheart,” He teases, toe of his boot nudging your pussy through your shorts, “It’s a loooong way home.”

mmm maybe a headcannon where peter maximoff and reader are making out (is his first relationship) and he gets hard and all embarassed?

peter maximoff x f!reader. | nsfw. mdni

a/n— omg it’s been years since i watched the x-men movies… sorry if i fucked this up lol

it had been a while since the two of you were alone together, away from your teammates.

(technically, you were in his mom’s basement making out, but you’d take that over nothing.)

the couch creaked under your combined weight. running your fingers through his hair, you gripped it tightly as you deepened the kiss, feeling his tongue rove against the roof of your mouth, savouring the artificially sweet taste.

must be twinkies.

the thought of your boyfriend’s obsession with that peculiar snack made you smile inwardly. as your hands traveled up his chest, you could feel his heart pounding wildly against your palms, heat radiating from his body.

the moment you felt his erection pressing against your thigh, you knew you’d got him that turned on. the realisation caused a warmth to spread through your chest like a forest fire, as if every neurone in your body had come alive, sparking with desire.

“oh, peter,” you moaned into his mouth. in response, his hands wandered up your thigh before coming to rest on your ass, gently squeezing. you’ve always known that your boyfriend was a bit of a kleptomaniac, but you never saw him steal touches like this.. you instinctively rocked your hips forward, rubbing against the hard bulge in his jeans.

you felt him stiffen beneath you, his body slightly and twitching. before you knew it, peter was pulling away from the kiss. your eyes met, and you could see the embarrassment flicker in his eyes. his face flushed a deep red, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“hm, looks like someone is enjoying himself,” you hummed, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. you traced a finger along the prominent outline on his crotch, giving a soft squeeze. this earned a groan from peter, and you could feel his cock twitch against your palm through the denim.

“ahhh— shiiiit, ‘m s-sorry,” he apologised, trying (and failing) to discreetly adjust his jeans.

“it’s just… my first time kissin’ a hot girl like this, and i– got kinda worked up…”

a breathy chuckle escaped your lips. “hey, peter. it’s fine. totally fine,” you assured him, gently booping the tip of his nose with your finger. a pink hue spread over his cheeks, and peter looked away, biting his lip.

“you’re even cuter when you’re flustered.”

you reached out your hand and cupped his cheek, turning his face back to yours. “besides, it's a good sign, you’re really into me,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “-and that makes me happy.” you leaned in and pressed your lips back to his mouth. peter immediately reciprocated by sliding his hands up to settle on your lower back, pulling your body flush to his.

this time, there was no more hesitation.

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THE PROXIES RECIEVING NUDES

TIM WRIGHT/ MASKY

He swore you two had a discussion about this, not while he was working.

Half of him was more than happy to receive the video of your little fingers pumping in and out of your pretty pussy. While the other half of him was pissed that you disobeyed him and his request.

When he felt his phone vibrate against his thigh he knew it was you considering the guys were right next to him, intently focused on the victims in the house in front of them

He couldn't help but get distracted for the rest of the mission. Honestly he let the other two take the lead, he couldn't think of anything but you

When everything was said and done they got in the truck and headed back home, Tim drove like the fucking wind to get home to you.

He left the truck running as he walked inside, his footsteps heavy as he made his way to your room

Immediately throwing the door open and tearing off his jacket

"We discussed this. On your knees, now."

Lets just say he made sure you learned your lesson

BRIAN THOMAS/ HOODIE

He was sitting shotgun in the truck on their way to the next mission location, Toby was chatting away while he looked out the window wishing he was deaf.

When his phone dinged he was more than happy to put his attention elsewhere

He immediately slammed his phone into his lap when your tits filled the screen. In the car?? Really??

He looked at his associates making sure they were too distracted before he looked again, shifting his body so the phone screen was out of their view

"Lookin' good hon" was his text back

He wasn't as distracted as he thought he would be for the rest of the mission

When he came home to you he got on top of you, pressing his face against your perfect tits.

"Why do ya' gotta tease me like that sweetheart?" He'd question softly as you ran your fingers through his hair

He'd spend the rest of the night alternating between groping your boobs or laying on top of you with his face buried in your chest

"TICCI" TOBY

As usual the man was talking his collogues ears off as they walked through the woods. He was going on about this thing he and Ben saw online and he was looking through his phone to show them

When your message came through he went dead silent, eyes locked on the way your body was positioned in front of the mirror. On your knees, legs apart with your body on full display. All for him.

He felt his pants grow tight as he stared.

It wasn't until Tim said something that he looked up, face red and eyes wide.

"S-sorry- Just a little dis-tracted..." He mumbled as he shoved his phone into his back pocket

He was silent for the rest of the walk, the other two had a good idea of why

Toby was quite the open book after all

When he got home he was on his knees for you, begging to let him taste you, at least let his head get squished between your thighs

He was like putty in your hands

It was the easiest it's ever been to get what you want from him

geo is so cute