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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
He gets whatever the fuck he wants 🫡🧎🏻♀️
Branded|| 𝘔. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳
*Gif not mine*
Pairings: Mitch Marner x gf!reader
Summary: You get Mitch’s number tattooed right above your ass.
Word count: 606
Warnings: fluff, ass slapping mentioned🫢, Mitch getting handsy, jealous Mitch.
Requested: no
Note: totally based off of One Tree Hill season one episode nineteen. Also keep sending requests
Reckless decisions.
One sober fun night out with the girls caused me to end up at a tattoo parlour and get the number sixteen tatted right above my ass. I made them swear to secrecy that they wouldn’t tell Mitch nor bring it up.
I’ve been hiding it from Mitch by keeping my pants high waisted and since Mitch is an ass guy, it makes it harder to hide it. Late at night, I’m sitting at my desk trying to get some emails answered. Mitch walks into the room. “Hi baby,” He greets taking a seat on the bed.
“Take a break.” He tells me in a whining tone. “I’ve got to get this done.” I try explaining, pulling the back of my shirt down. “It’s getting late and you’ve been answering emails all day.” Mitch slams his head back on a pillow.
I look over to the clock notice that it’s half past eleven, deciding that it’s getting late I shut off my computer and lay down on Mitch. I wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him, batting my eyelashes.
“You’re pretty.” He coo’s, pulling my hair behind my ears. I blush in response, snuggling into his chest. “We should get to bed.” I yawn into his chest, unraveling my arms from him getting up and walk away with my back facing him.
Walking out of the bathroom makeup free and a set of pyjamas on, I settle myself into bed waiting for Mitch to get ready as well. “Babe,” Mitch calls softly getting onto bed. “If you ever did something you’d tell me right?” I furrow my brows, panic rising at the fear of him seeing the tattoo.
“Of course I would.” I respond quickly, turning my back to him on the comfortable side I sleep on drifting off to a dreamless sleep.
꧁꧂
The sound of a shifting body and the bed moving with it wakes my mind and ears up but I have yet to open my eyes. Slowly opening my eyes I turn to the right seeing Mitch’s bare back facing me, clearly tense.
“Mitch.” I whisper, resting on my elbow caressing his back. Mitch’s back flex’s at my touch. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks in a low voice, turning to look at me. Confused I sit up, leaning on the headboard. “What do you mean?”
“The tattoo Y/N, the tattoo with my number right above your ass.” He grumbles, sitting right beside me. “Mitch, it’s just a tattoo. It was one decision and I made it.” I try to explain. “It’s not about the tattoo, it’s the fact that I wasn’t there and some guys hands were all over your.” He glares.
A smile graces my face realizing that Mitch is jealous. “Mitch, are you jealous?” I ask tilting my head and crawl into his lap. Mitch places his hands on my hips without thinking, pulling my closer. I rest my hands on his chest waiting for his answer.
“Just wish I was there.” He mumbles, tightening his grip. “Well if you must know, it was a girl.” I say laughing quietly. He furrows his brows in confusion. “A nice woman did the tattoo.” I explain, running my hands up his chest.
“Fuck, so all of this for that.” He sighs, grasping my ass. “Technically you’re the one who took it far.” I retort, squealing as his squeezes my ass. “But you were a bad girl for getting it without me there.” Mitch changes position so I’m laying against his legs with my ass in the air.
“Start counting.”
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.”
My art sucks ass
(I miss doing marble hornets fanart)
how the actual fuck I’m I supposed to use Ao3 it’s so hard . Please someone help me 🙌🙌 .
I’ve literally tried everything please help meee .
♡ 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 ♡
Ticci Toby x Fem!Reader NSFW hcs
Warnings: smut (ish), oral (m and f receiving, p in v, strap on, whimpering, crying, just yeah
Guys I'm feeling slutty af for Toby rn, male reader coming out soon
→ him eating you out and drool and cum dripping out of his gash OMGS
→ he loves eating you out
→ He doesn't know how to but once he gets the hang of it HOLY SHIT
→ this man doesn't know anything about sex the most experience he has is porn
→ HE WHIMPERS AND CRIES
→ Like I swear he'll be pounding into you and destroying your insides and he's whimpering in your ear, tears streaming down his face as he mumbles stuttered shit like
"puh-please ah~ fuh-fuh-fuh-fuck~ mmnnngg~"
→ he sounds so slutty it's like music
→ TUG ON HIS HAIR HE CAN'T FEEL PAIN BUT HOLY SHIT
→ He let's out the most lewd, toe curling, moan ever
→ LIKE OMFGSSSS
→ peg him
→ please
→ Like doesn't matter you're height put a strap on, press his face into a pillow, he'll be crying and moaning
→ he has a mommy/daddy kink
→ Like y'all will be fucking whether he's riding you're dildo, you're pounding into him, you're riding him or he's pounding the life outta you it'll be little stuttered "muh-mommy~ please~"
→ he stutters so much during sex because of how overwhelmed he is
→ the first time you fuck you've gotta ride him because he's ticcing violently because he's so nervous
→ OMGS WHEN YOU GIVE HIM HEAD
→ He loves it
→Like he's whining, and whimpering
→ he accidentally hurt you once by thrusting too hard into your mouth that now he refuses to take control cause he's terrified if it
→ he's so sweet but also not
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the x male!reader will have some of the same stuff as this because it's the same character
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
Boys who start chanting and whimpering “I love you” before, while, and after they cum<33
When I search up my favourite character x reader and see incest
this scene will always get me, that should be me 😔
so real .
i wish i didn't care about certain things but i'm stupid and i do
I saw that you were accepting requests and I was wondering if you could write something about best friends’ dads!marauders x reader or something like that?
If not, I completely understand! <3
i've never written bestfriends!dads before so i hope you enjoy it! i didn't know if you wanted me to include peter but the majority of marauders fics leave out peter and i think this concept works better without him. <3
there was a lot of great things about being harry potter's best friend, one of those things happens to be getting to spend time with his hot dad james, completely off limits dad. that doesn't stop you from thinking about how charming he is though.
you've seen photos of james when he were younger and harry is a spitting image of him. now with age he's changed in all the best ways, his hair less messy, neater with slightly having the appearance of being slicked back and with thicker frame glasses. a distinction between him and harry, both younger and older is his build, james being more built with broader shoulders and more muscular.
he's kind and considerate and always calls you 'sweetheart' making you flush and every time leaves you wide eyed. you've never heard him call anyone else sweetheart so it's always leaving you feeling bashful.
james tells you that you can come and visit and stay whenever you want and you're always welcome so whenever you spend time at harry's you also end up seeing his two godfathers who also spend a lot of time there. whenever that happens you are rather reluctant to leave the house, not just enjoying all the company that they deliver but also how attractive they are, just like james.
remus somehow always memorising you. like when he rolls his sleeves up so you can see his arms or how you swear you sometimes see in the corner of your eye glimpses of him looking at your lips while you're talking. his jumpers and cardigans always looking so comfortable and soft, you wonder what they'd look like on you. you think about his sandy hair that covers his eyes and his beautiful hazel eyes that crinkle when he smiles and how he always looks tired and how you'd happily let him rest and sleep on you. he never talks about his work but it must be pretty rough for him to constantly look so tired.
sirius is ruggedly handsome always leaning against walls instead of sitting down, even when a seat is available. leaving you watching longer than you should as you watch his pose and see him stretching causing his tshirt to rise, exposing a bit of his torso. he has his long jet black hair which now has streaks of grey that he constantly runs his hands through.
you're going back into the living room, where everyone is, after you went to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water due to the heat and see sirius moving in a way that momentarily makes you freeze.
"you alright doll?" sirius smirks at you after spotting you. you nod but are unable to stop shifting side to side nervously after being caught, causing him to raise his eyebrow, looking amused as he chuckles at you.
this is the first time any of them has addressed your behaviour towards them but they have all noticed your longing looks and shy glances.
they've all been waiting for the moment to make a move and they're starting to lose their patience. you were none the wiser with their intentions, trying to get you alone, away from your friends and away from harry, asking you personal questions and give you special attention.
"you got a boyfriend or girlfriend doll? sirius asked you out of the blue one day, catching you completely off guard.
you splutter and try to answer while james starts speaking. "you're not dating my harry are you sweetheart?"
"what! of course i'm not! we're just friends." you say probably louder than you should, wanting to defend yourself.
you hear someone coming up behind you, "good." remus clasps your shoulders with his hands, slowly rubbing them and making patterns with his thumbs before he moves away and goes to help sirius with the washing up.
fiddling with your fingers you watch them all clear the table and sort out things that needed to be doing in the house with a small dreamy smile on your face.
"It's three guys who were literally born like fifty years before you.."
The guys in question:
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LITERALLY !! I seen that one , that one made me feel so disgusting !
I’m sorry but I literally hate when I’m reading Rafe fics or any fics nd they make reader so child like it gives me the biggest ick . nd when they make reader call him dad nd she like bites him nd shi , literally the biggest ick ever it makes me feel so gross . do ykwim 😭 .
these porn ads really make my daily tumblr scrolls difficult & traumatizing asf
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
I’m sorry but I literally hate when I’m reading Rafe fics or any fics nd they make reader so child like it gives me the biggest ick . nd when they make reader call him dad nd she like bites him nd shi , literally the biggest ick ever it makes me feel so gross . do ykwim 😭 .
craziest beatle interview ive ever read (playboy)
desperate sapnap please
SLIGHT SMUT AHEAD. PLEASE SCROLL IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!
⚠️MINORS DNI!!⚠️
Pairing: Sapnap X afab!reader
“please baby..”Sap whispered against your lips as y’all shared a sloppy kiss. “Sap— you need to work.” you say with a slight frown.
“i know— i know. just— need to be inside you. please.”he begs, receiving a sigh from you.
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“Doll, stop squirming so much. you’re— mm…distracting me.” Sapnap says, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him, his hand on your lower back, pushing it so it’ll arch.
“M’sorry. i’m uncomfortable in this position.” you mumble against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to it, making him smile lightly.
his cock deep in your walls felt good. But, because of the position, it made your back hurt. Which made Sapnap feel bad, he hated when his baby was in pain.
“Baby— i’m gonna cum if you keep squirming like that.” he grumbled, continuing to squirm, making you gasp when he kept his word—and came in you.
you humming against his shoulder as his cum slowly seeped through onto his gaming chair.
“Sap! your chair-“ you start to say before he cuts you off with a kiss to your lips. “it’s fine. i love when we make messes like this.” he says with a cheeky grin.
“Don’t get cocky now.” you say.
Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.
Photo dump of bugs at the beach
Beatles X Reader who has trouble expressing their emotions
(another lovely anonymous request!! hope you all are having a good week so far :) please enjoy 💞)
John
John would likely use wit and sarcasm to deflect from emotional topics at first
however, internally, he'd be incredibly observant and sensitive to your feelings
he would feel a deep sense of empathy towards you, understanding the struggles of navigating and expressing complex emotions
being quite introspective himself, John would take a patient and understanding approach, creating a non-judgmental space for you to open up gradually through long conversations and shared experiences
he'd be the type to challenge you gently, pushing you out of your comfort zone in a supportive way to help you grow emotionally
while John might struggle with his own emotional expression at times, he'd make a conscious effort to show vulnerability in small, subtle ways, hoping to lead by example and encourage you to do the same
Paul
Paul (always wanting to fix things) would feel a strong desire to help you feel comfortable expressing yourself, wanting nothing more than for you to feel understood and supported
he would use his own experiences to relate to you, gently encouraging you to open up on your own time
he would offer lots of affection and reassurance, showing you that it's okay to be vulnerable and that you are dearly loved and valued by him
Paul may encourage you to engage in activities with him often, using shared experiences as a way to build your trust
he might share his more personal songs or poetry with you in an attempt to connect and inspire you to express your feelings in a similar way
despite his outward confidence, Paul would still have moments of self-doubt, always wondering whether he's doing enough to support his partner
George
George feels a profound sense of appreciation for your complexity and strives to show his respect for your boundaries
he would quietly support and comfort you, offering a sense of calm and stability for you to lean on
George may not push you to express yourself verbally, but would instead encourage you to find outlets for your emotions, offering a perspective that fosters self-reflection and discovery
he might suggest meditation or journaling in an effort to help you become more in tune with yourself and your feelings
George would cherish quiet moments of intimacy with you, like sitting together in silence, holding hands, and simply enjoying each other's presence without the need for words
he is always deeply moved by your rare moments of vulnerability, viewing them as feats of strength and bravery
Ringo
Ringo would be the epitome of patience and understanding, feeling a deep and genuine desire to make you feel validated and cared for
his easygoing demeanor would put you at ease and help create a comfortable atmosphere for you to relax and be yourself around him
he'd suggest activities that allow you to relax - hoping that even if you don't want to talk about your feelings, you're able to shed some weight from your shoulders
Ringo is always there with supportive words or a comforting hug if you need it, without any pressure of opening up
he would make a conscious effort to listen actively when you do want to talk about things, not just waiting for his turn to speak but genuinely taking in what you have to say and validating your emotions without judgment
Ringo would still have his moments of quiet concern, worrying about whether he's done all he can to help you feel secure in your relationship, and would constantly strive to be a better partner
WHY IS THERE NO ZACH JUSTICE X READERS ON HERE THAT MAN IS LITERALLY A GOD LIKE COME ON
guys ik i keep spam tagging but whoever sees this if u have an interest in this man and decide to make something PLEASE @ me !!!!!!
i’m BEGGING yall talented ass writers to write more for zach justice yall 😭🙏🏽
And I love him
in regards to perv!marauders . . . theyd so get off on the more innocent pics of you— it could be a polaroid of you smiling and it’d be covered in cum by the end of the summer bcos your innocence is so hot to them
i am losing my mind at the thought of this. the mere thought of corrupting you torments perv!marauders and something about the contrast of their filth paired with your seemingly pure disposition makes their cock throb.
the photo usually always comprises you beaming, presumably looking up at them through the camera, batting your eyelashes prettily, looking so radiant and cute. i can picture a photo of you leaning against their palm, their large hands caressing your cheek while you peer up at them. maybe it’s that sleepy look of yours; maybe it’s your flushed face or your puffy, watery eyes; or perhaps it’s the gloss on your lips that makes you look so girly and kissable that has them groaning into their pillow as they fist their aching cock late into the night, feverish and frantic to cum to the sight of you.
it's not only your innocence that gets them off, but it's the thought of ruining it that drives them to the edge. all of them would repeatedly fantasize about making you just as desperate as they are for you. they want nothing more than for you to look up at them—a betrayed, foggy look in your lust-filled eyes—begging them to take you again because three rounds simply aren’t enough and you're far too addicted to their cocks stretching out your ruined cunt to stop.
WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THESE
BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE WE SHOULD BE LIKE JESUS CHRIST