Maskysluvr - H A N N A H !

Pls do an NSFW post for rodrick corrupting Jefferson reader. She's so vanilla and i can only wonder what he teaches her behind closed doors

i think i got a little carried away with this so it's all below the cut... whoops

EDIT: i made a full fic version that you can find here

ok so my thing with rodrick is he can be either incredibly dom or incredibly sub, and there's just like no in between. obvi with jefferson!reader, he'd be more dominant bc the jefferson family is a bit of a prim and proper family. you're a good girl.

so why is it turning you on so much when rodrick's fingering you in the back of his van and calling you a dirty girl??

i feel like rodrick would take it slow at first, but after you lose your virginity and get more comfortable with each other, oh boy. theres a lot of degrading praise

"such a good little slut for me" "my perfect dirty girl" "what a fucking whore, you feel so good"

i feel like rodrick would have a dumbification kink or something. being a jefferson, you're pretty smart and are involved with so many extracurriculars and activites. meanwhile, rodrick barely graduated high school and doesn't do much besides hang out with his band. so being able to get you to become a babbling, begging mess under him is a huge accomplishment, and he wants to achieve it every. time.

sometimes you'll get together for music practice (him on drums, you on some kind of classical instrument (violin, cello, piano, etc)) and he'll have you sit on his lap or right next to him. his hands keep ghosting your thighs while you practice.

"nonono, don't focus on me. focus on the music." "you want me to touch you there, sweetie? play that measure again." "don't mess up and i'll let you come, only good girls get to come. you're a good girl, right? yeah you are"

or if he's playing the drums (or maybe teaching you how to play, i think that's a cute thing rodrick would wanna do with his gf), he might have you cockwarm him. your skirt is just barely able to conceal it, and you keep squirming bc rodrick keeps bouncing around while he plays and you just have to sit there and take it. god forbid his mom comes in to check on how you're doing, bc half the time rodrick will strike up a conversation with her just to watch you suffer and try not to break. then when she leaves, he starts teasing you

"such a dirty girl, clenching my cock in front of my mom" "it probably took everything in you to not start riding me, huh?" "you really are just a needy whore, aren't you baby?"

if you're someone who likes academic validation, he will give you that validation!! every B gets you his fingers, every A gets you his cock. but if you ever get a B- or below, it's a ruined orgasm with either a vibrator or slow fingers circling your clit bc "you're better than that baby. you're my good, smart girl, right?"

might have to make an actual fic of this or something, i think i kinda cooked here

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

𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

"You are too sensitive," or maybe what you said really fucking hurt. Ever thought about that?

up, down, side to side, horizontal, vertical, oral, doggy style, prone bone, missionary, on the couch, in the bed, on a boat, on a plane, on a train, in a prius, in a 16-wheeler, in a pool, in a hot tub, on the neighbor’s lawn, in front of his ex’s house, in a garden, in the eiffel tower, in the panama canal, at all the 7 wonders, at disneyland, at disneyland in tokyo, in the murder house, at briarcliff, at the coven, at the freak show, at the hotel cortez, in roanoke, in the basement on the fucking pinky power table, in the outpost, in the lab, on a beach in p-town, at dunder mifflin, at x mansion, in his mom’s basement, in a library while stealing books, in the sex shop, in another mental hospital, at trump towers, in his apartment he rented me, at the police precinct, while traveling the CA coast, in somalia, in the 60s, on the street, in the international space station, any hole, any position, in the air, on the ground, under the ground, at the center of the earth, in all the oceans, on the table, on the counter, in a river, in a tree, on a highway, in a truck bed.

anywhere. anytime. any hole.

This photo reminds me of Older-boyfriend-Simon Riley... 👀

CW: AGE DIFFERENCE/GAP. MDNI 18+

Simon is practically your sugar daddy. He buys you the prettiest lingerie, for him to bend you over and drive his muscular, sturdy hips into your rear while pulling the lingerie over your ass. He loves the sight of you in lace, covering your every beautiful curve, and accentuating that gorgeous behind. “That’s it- Fuck your ass back onto this dick, darlin’.”

He adores having an arm around you in public. He absolutely despises when people assume you're a father and daughter duo, so to prevent people from asking any questions, he's overly touchy despite hating PDA. He'll kiss down your neck, pull you onto his big lap, and keep an arm slung around your waist, pulling you in close to keep you protected. Men know not to mess with someone like Simon, unless they want a black eye and to be stumbling out of the bar.

Simon loves when you come back from a night out, drunk out of your mind, and ridiculously horny for him and his attention. Although, he fucking hates when you walk home yourself, too drunk to think straight and to call him. He wants you protected and safe - you don't know what some men are like, love. He'll accept you grinding your ass back against his bulge as an apology, while he mocks you for your drunkenness and naughtiness. Smoke a cigarette with him, dove, just relax and let him rock his hips against your body.

“Keep going, rub that ass against me, pretty girl- Perfect...”

How would Derek morgan react if you cryed bc he cut his finger while opening a box for you 😭 I've literally done this before bc my dad was opening smth for me and he cut his finger 😭 I felt TERRIBLE

He doesn't notice your tears until he's sealing a bandage over the cut on his finger, but when he sees the misty sheen over your eyes, he jumps into action.

"Hey, woah mama, what's the matter?" He reaches for your waist, comforting both for his touch and the way you can't see his injury anymore.

"I'm sorry," You sniffle, "I didn't mean to make you cut yourself."

"You didn't jab me with the scissors," He laughs sympathetically, wiping your tears with his large thumb, "Don't sweat it, pretty baby, it was my fault."

"Still, you were opening it up for me," You lament, "'S my fault."

"Yeah, well technically it's Reid's fault that I fell on my ass last week on the jet," He shrugs, "But I didn't hold that against him or his inconveniently large feet that stick out into the aisle."

You giggle wetly, and he leans in to kiss your forehead with a smile on his face.

"You fell?" You ask, and he nods even if he scoffs at the questioning.

"Almost clocked my head on the table," He recalls, "But I escaped without a concussion."

"That's why your butt feels flatter," You muse teasingly, "I might have to fluff it back up again like a pillow."

His hands dart away from your waist to cover his backside, eyes wide and terrified, "No- no, do not get your hands anywhere near my ass. You're relentless, I can't ever get you off of it."

"It would make me feel better," You exaggerate the thickness of your voice, wiping at a phantom tear as if you'd been the one wounded.

"Oh, you- really? Fine, fine, you get one minute. Forty-five seconds, if you start getting too squeezy."

"If you really loved me you'd give me five minutes," You heave a sigh, hands already reaching for his ass, "But forty-five seconds will have to do."

"You're such a drama queen," He huffs, but the startled yelp he lets out when your nails dig into his skin through his jeans suggests that you're not the only dramatic one.

i'm sorry but people who ship the gang are so weird. their bond in the book was literally stated as platonic and brotherly love. there was zero romance shown between any of them. it kinda just pushes the idea that guys can't have platonic love for one another without being pushed into a ship (ex: johnny being the only thing dally loved.) and same with pony and johnny, like the age gap is weird and the fact people are taking johnny complimenting pony as a romance thing just pushes that stereotype further.

#gangshippinghater

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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