Maskysluvr - H A N N A H !

trump getting shot would’ve sent kai anderson into a coma

my man my man my man !!

STARKEY SATURDAY!!!

rafe pushing your head and you throw up on it

going to start by saying, if you are not into this stuff, DONT READ IT!! I do not need anons getting pissy and clogging my inbox just cause you hated it. block the tag if this isn’t your shit! and also I’d like to say that I personally am not into vomit as in the actual act of vomiting (I’m just into the power play and humiliation / more sexual aspect of it) so if you’re reading this for that purpose please don’t expect me to respond to your interactions. okay, boundaries set, lemme write some freaky shit.

also fair credit to @shellxrls for talking about this on her blog and hence giving me the courage to post this

Rafe is mad, real mad. you’re not even sure why, something to do with his business that he doesn’t tell you about.

you’d offered to let him blow off some steam, and he took it. so now you’re kneeling below him, having your throat fucked mercilessly.

you’re used to gagging on him, sure, but this is different. you can feel the back of your throat bruising as he keeps up his mean pace.

you can feel it building, the thickness rising in your throat that can’t be pushed down. you cough and choke around him as you try to push him off, desperate to pull away before you humiliate yourself.

of course Rafe isn’t going to let that happen, and so he pushes your head down further. he hadn’t gone amiss to the visceral sounds coming from your throat. he knows as well as you what’s about to happen.

“shit baby— you ‘boutta puke on my cock? dirty fuckin’ girl.” he seethes the words out through gritted teeth, his fist tightening in your hair nearly painfully.

you gag again, desperately trying to hold back, but it does nothing, and you can’t help it. you cry and Rafe moans and the whole thing is an absolute mess.

you feel hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat, doing your best to swallow but of course you fail. the moment he lets you, you pull away, coughing and sputtering onto the mess that’s pooled in front of you.

“Rafe-” you clutch your stomach, still fighting to get enough air in your lungs. he kneels down to your level, lifting your chin up so you can look at him.

“are you good?” he raises his eyebrows, one hand resting on your shoulder. you nod, trying to wipe the tears away from your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, wiping your mouth the best you can with the back of your hand “are you mad?”

he chuckles, “nah- nah that was uhh- I’m not gonna lie to you babe that was actually hot as fuck.”

“really?” you perk up slightly, because honestly, you agree, that was hot as fuck. Rafe nods, smirking again. “why don’t you go get cleaned up n’ then you can come bounce on my dick. let you get your fill, ‘kay?”

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

<-.poser boy.->

~WARNINGS~ male orgasm, teasing, nipple play, slight angst, handjob (m receiving), dryhumping

DNI UNDER 16

“Mmm…”

If there was one good thing about being dead, it was the fellow ghosts. Half of you regretted trodding to the abandoned mansion at the end of the street, where you ended up being stabbed to death and robbed by who would have been a potential weed dealer. But the other half…damn. Sometimes being dead was not all bad.

When you first met Tate Langdon, you assumed the worst. After all, he was some wannabe Columbine-copycat, some masochist attention-seeker who sat in his room all day and listened to poser bands like Nirvana. You were more than that, weren’t you? He was just some edgy teen. Well, so you thought.

But now here you were, sitting on his bed with your lips mashed against his. His soft tongue kept poking out tenderly, swooning your lips into opening just enough so he could press his tongue’s tip against yours. He let out a soft whine before tugging you closer.

You kept your eyes shut as he pulled your shirt over your head, still too embarrassed to make eye contact with the boy you convinced yourself you hated. As he kitten-licked your chest, you tried to let your mind wander to think of anything but the poser boy grabbing your waist. But you couldn’t. Instead all you could do was grab his hair by the roots and squeeze your eyes shut as he drew perfect little circles around your hard nipples with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck yes…”

Damn, he was vocal, and that made it all the worse. It was hard to pretend it wasn’t him when he was humping your thigh and moaning into your skin. You felt his throbbing erection against you and you laid there quietly, not knowing how to respond. You died without your first kiss, but God forbid you let Tate know that. And to know he somehow craved you this badly, it was more of an ego boost than anything. That was, if you ignored the ache nestled under your hips. But that had to be unrelated, right? You couldn’t be horny for the loser lapping at your chest.

You watched blankly he hastily tugged his dick out of his pants and gave it two quick strokes to help ease the aching. Precum was dripping in little clear beads from the tip, and out of sheer boredom (as you tried to convince yourself) you began to rub your thumb softly on the swollen tip. He let out a loud whine and buried his face in your neck.

“Please…please…I needa cum…”

How fucking pathetic. And yet, you were tugging softly at his throbbing cock, wondering wistfully how he would feel tucked deep inside you. He let out another loud moan as he clawed at your waistband, feeling your arousal through your pants. It felt good. So good.

“C’here.”

You whispered as you let your legs fall apart. He immediately nodded with understanding and began rubbing his tenderness against your crotch. With each hump, his eyes rolled back into his head. You almost did not notice that now you weren’t just making out with him with your eyes open, but you were checking him out. Pools of precum from his leaking cock covered the front of your jeans as he mumbled and moaned into your shoulder. With a soft yank you tugged his shirt off, and began rolling his nipples over your thumb as he whimpered into your skin.

A couple more rough humps, and you felt a spurt of warmth against your crotch. But this time you forgot to hold back your moans, and he looked up with soft surprise at the idea you might have just enjoyed this. His cheeks were tinged red and he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw as he rode his orgasm out on your thigh. Your jeans were covered in his warm cum, but somehow you didn’t care.

After the bliss passed, he opened his eyes and his lips curved into a smirk.

“You gotta let me have more.”

The fucking pervert. But somehow you still found yourself tugging your jeans down. So much for pretending.

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.

♡ SPENCER REID MASTERLIST ♡

♡ = smut

one-shots

nsfw alphabet ♡

virginities lost ♡

fear of loving you (slight nsfw)

dirty impulses ♡

blurbs

overstimulating sub spencer ♡

helping him get off ♡

masturbating to you ♡

riding him due to his leg ♡

thinking about his fingers ♡

taking his frustration out on you ♡

mutual masturbation ♡

phone sex ♡

car sex ♡

taking his virginity ♡

overstimulation ♡

pegging spencer ♡

glasses spencer

oblivious spencer ♡

very horny spencer ♡

giving him head for the first time ♡

car sex with post prison spencer ♡

masturbating in the shower to you ♡

snuggling best friend spencer

soft and lazy sex with spencer ♡

pressing on your stomach during sex ♡

distracted during studying

using a vibrator in public ♡

sleepy sex with spencer ♡

“we’ll make it fit” ♡

face fucking ♡

just saying being a bitch to random people doesn't make u cool ❤️❤️ ur not being 'iconic' ur a fifteen year old girl lying on tumblr abt how ur history teacher is gonna leave his wife and kids for u.

i hate sylvia i hate sylvia i hate sylvia i hate sylvia and i hate all u fuckinf sylvia glazers like did u actually read the book UGHSHSHS she has too many glazers for a character with no lines she is literally a bitch she isn’t a iconic baddie serving cunt please enough

AND WHY DID I SEE SOMEONE SAY SHE WAS A VICTIMMM?? COMPARING HER TO CHERRY VALANCE?? LIKE UMMM WATATATT