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your fav x gn! reader (ゝ。∂)

cw: valentines 😒, kisses ^3^, ANNIVERSARYS !!, marriage, lovey dovey yucky stuff..

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YOUR FAV who asks you out on valentines! To make sure your anniversary is on valentines! (´,,>ω<,,`)♡

YOUR FAV who makes your first kiss on valentine’s day (a year into the relationship) so you can celebrate your 1 one year anniversary and your first kiss anniversary on the day of love.

YOUR FAV who proposes to you ON VALENTINES (you get the point atp) and they know that you can start seeing the pattern now, but they find it so cute.

YOUR FAV who NEEDS to have your wedding planned on valentines, and forces everyone to come no matter what their plans were

BONUS: they never get you on gift on valentines, buys you gifts for each anniversary !

Can I request Reze gf head cannons?

Reze girlfriend headcanons !

a/n : i replied so late omg I’M SO SORRY ANON 😭

— Secretly Sweet

Despite her tough exterior and assassin background, Reze would have moments where her softer, more vulnerable side shows. She might surprise you with small acts of affection when you're least expecting them, like making you coffee in the morning or sending you a random, caring text.

— Protective, but in a Low-Key Way

Reze, being the type to handle dangerous situations, would have a protective nature. She wouldn’t be overly clingy, but would subtly ensure you're safe. Whether it’s walking on the side closer to the street or subtly watching your back when you’re out together, she’d always be aware of your surroundings.

— Playful Teasing

She’d have a bit of a mischievous side, teasing you playfully but never crossing the line. Maybe she'd act cool and aloof sometimes, just to see how you react, but deep down, she enjoys the fun banter and getting you to smile.

— Dark Humor

Given her past and line of work, Reze would likely have a bit of a dark sense of humor. She’d make jokes that are a bit morbid, but somehow make them charming and funny. You’d learn to appreciate her wit, even if it sometimes catches you off guard.

— Quiet Affection in Public

She’s not the type to be overly affectionate in public but would express her care in more understated ways—like gently brushing your hand, fixing your collar, or standing close to you when walking. In private, she’d open up a lot more.

— Good at Keeping Secrets

Reze would definitely have a mysterious vibe, and there’d always be a sense that she’s holding back a little. But instead of being frustrating, it’d keep the relationship intriguing. She’d reveal bits of herself slowly, and you’d always want to learn more.

— Loves Small Adventures

She wouldn’t be the type to want grand, extravagant dates. Instead, she’d enjoy quieter, more spontaneous adventures—like a late-night walk through the city, a secret picnic in a hidden spot, or finding the perfect secluded place to watch the stars.

— Emotionally Guarded

At first, she might be emotionally distant, but as she starts trusting you, you’d see her let her guard down. Reze might struggle to talk about her feelings, but she’d show them through actions. When she does open up, it would be meaningful.

— A Duality of Softness and Strength

There’d always be a contrast with Reze—on the outside, she’s confident, dangerous, and independent, but she craves moments of normalcy and intimacy where she can be herself without worrying about her dangerous life.

May i request diavolo and simeon× q short chubby reader

a/n : it’s been so long… so damn long 💔 I’m sorry for late reply, sweetie:((

Diavolo Headcanons

— Constant Compliments

Diavolo absolutely adores his S/O's body and never hesitates to tell them so. He often compliments their softness, saying things like, "You're so cute, I could hold you forever," or "You’re perfect just the way you are."

— Gentle Giant Vibes

Being a literal demon prince, Diavolo is much taller and stronger, so he treats his S/O with a gentle touch, often picking them up effortlessly for hugs or carrying them around just for fun. He loves the height difference and thinks it's adorable how they fit perfectly against him.

— Protective and Proud

Diavolo would be incredibly protective of his S/O, always ensuring they feel safe and secure, both emotionally and physically. He’s quick to shut down any negativity, saying things like, “They’re mine, and I wouldn’t change a thing about them.” He proudly shows them off during formal events in the Devildom, making sure they feel like royalty by his side.

— Custom Wardrobe

Diavolo would absolutely spoil his S/O, ensuring they have the most luxurious, custom-made clothes that fit their unique style and body type perfectly. He'd personally make sure everything is comfortable yet stylish, often suggesting fancy outfits for special dates or events.

— Affectionate Gestures

Expect a lot of forehead kisses (since you're shorter) and warm, enveloping hugs where he lifts you slightly off the ground. Diavolo loves holding hands in public and is very tactile, always wanting to be close to you.

— Playful Teasing

He loves teasing you playfully about your height difference. If you need to reach something high, he’ll pretend to hand it to you and then raise it just out of reach, laughing before pulling you into a hug and helping you out.

— Softness is His Weakness

Diavolo secretly adores resting his head on his S/O's lap or stomach after a long day. He finds comfort in their warmth and softness, enjoying those quiet moments when he can just relax in their presence.

Simeon Headcanons

— Gentle and Attentive

Simeon treats his S/O with the utmost care and tenderness. He’s incredibly respectful of their feelings and never lets them doubt how much they mean to him. He loves their softness and often rests his hand gently on their waist or back when they're close.

— Height Admiration

He finds your height difference endearing and loves when his S/O stands on their tiptoes to hug him. Simeon would often crouch down or lean in to kiss them on the forehead or lips, enjoying every moment of affection.

— Chubby Cheeks Affection

Simeon loves to gently cup their face, smiling at them while commenting on how cute their cheeks are. He might even give them a playful pinch now and then, always with a warm smile that melts your heart.

— Protective, But Subtle

Simeon isn’t as outwardly protective as Diavolo, but he is always watchful and attentive. If his S/O ever feels self-conscious or insecure, he knows just what to say to make them feel beautiful and appreciated. He loves reminding them that they’re perfect in his eyes.

— Affection Through Acts of Service

Simeon is big on showing love through little acts of kindness. Whether it’s making them tea, helping with errands, or ensuring their favorite blanket is nearby, he always makes sure his S/O feels cherished and cared for.

— Loves Cuddles

Simeon adores cuddling with his S/O, especially on peaceful afternoons when he has time to just relax. He finds comfort in their presence and loves to hold them close, especially enjoying their softness as he whispers sweet nothings in their ear.

— Encouraging and Supportive

Simeon would always encourage his S/O to be confident in their own skin. Whenever they have doubts about their appearance or body, he’d calmly reassure them with heartfelt words: “You’re beautiful just the way you are. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

— Tailored Angelic Fashion

Simeon enjoys seeing his S/O in flowing, comfortable clothes that highlight their beauty. He’d help them pick out soft, angelic outfits, making sure they feel comfortable and confident, especially when attending formal events together in the Celestial Realm.

Just One Date

Finnick x reader!

A/N: I honestly REALLY like this prompt and felt like it could work for Finnick! It's a bit too sudden, but I think that's kind of the charm of this whole idea, sudden, unexcpected but exciting ;) I might make a part two cause I think I built too good of a background for reader (at least in my mind) so please let me know how you like it!

Warning: a bit of swearing and mention of killing if you squint

Prompt: “I need just one date.”

“You think you can woo me with just one date?”

“Absolutely.”

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It has been years since the perfectly arranged hell for Finnick Odair had started. But who would have thought about it? That the Capitol's sweetheart, the youngest victor who stole thousands of hearts across the whole country, now suffered in the wealthiest part of Panem?  Unimaginable. To be drowned in gold and washed in blessings, to wake up every day and have his plate filled with food and enough water to drink and bathe in, even for the whole day if he wanted but hate every single minute of it.

And though it was hard to grasp, that was Finnick Odair's case. Because Finnick dreaded every upcoming moment of his life since he was brought from his games as the victor, the survivor. The bloodthirsty drive to live, once warming his heart that followed him through each step in the arena, has now subsided, trapped by an iron fist of fear and desperation.

He could vaguely remember the first time those feelings had settled in, spreading through his veins like poison as he left his firts customer's bedroom, making him loathe every breath taken in and out by his body ever since. That's when he knew he would have thrown everything beautiful about his victorious survival just so he could live again. But that just wasn't the case for Finnick Odair, it simply wasn't his fate. And while his life was partially in his hands, he mostly felt like the blood of whatever part of himself he had killed was preventing him from moving on, from fighting. Maybe he grew tired of it. Maybe he thought he had enough of fighting for his whole lifetime.

He watched from afar, how fond the Capitol had become of District 12's star-crossed lovers, Katniss and Peeta. And for the first time ever since he was 16, something had awakened in him, a hope, that maybe this could be the end of his show. That maybe the citizens of Capitol had found someone else to watch and obsess about and he could finally be free. But that thing, that hope, was killed before it could even be aflame.

As he turned around from the glamorous couple, his eyes fell on the darkened blue ones, hidden like snakes in the snow made of white hair. The disgust, the abomination, the darkness screaming nothing but death brought Finnick to the harsh reality, once his gaze was met with Snow's. He was never getting out of this train. Not alive.

Until the spark inside him ignited again.

It was the meeting of the previous victors, one to which the new love-struck victors were not invited, yet they still happened to be the centre of its talks. Thankfully, the space was filled with only the comfort of people Finnick had known for a while and who had known him. There was a certain silent alliance the victors had built over the years. As he passed the familiar faces, sending polite smiles here and there, he caught a face that was very unfamiliar to him. You were new there, you have won only two years prior to Katniss and Peeta, the 72nd hunger games, which happened to be the opposite of the 74th year's sensation.

Finnick could remember meeting you in the Capitol, you're terrified tearfilled eyes meeting his, billions of questions behind them making his stomach turn there and then. But now you seemed just stiff, your guard high up. He would even go to the lenghts of saying you had an intimidating aura around you.

You could feel his stare burning your skin, so you turned around to face him, your mouth shaping into a genuine smile as soon as you saw him, your eyes sparkling in recognition. That's what he was talking about. All that pressuring shell fell right apart when you smiled or opened your mouth, earning you tons of sponsors back in your games. When you sent him your smile through your tears back then, Finnick could feel the butterflies rummaging through his guts. "Who are you staring at, Finnick Odair," Johanna's low voice beisde his ear made Finnick jump. "Johanna," he groaned, rolling his eyes as his right hand fell on his heart.

"The deceitful seemed to have caught you're eye, hm?" That was your nickname. The deceitful victor. Finnick remembered the talks once your games were over. You were called two-faced, a liar, and while some of the Capitol's people found this feature of yours absolutely unacceptable, others found it intruiging. After all it was thanks to your deceit, that you had won.

"They just seem rather... lost," he hummed, shrugging it off and turning to face Johanna fully. "Didn't expect you to come here,"

"Neither did I myself," she snapped back, looking behind her. "Blight dragged me here," Her piercing eyes slowly turned back, burning a hole in Finnick's face, the sole proof of the little affection the woman had towards him. "Charming. Make sure to say hi from me," Finnick grinned as Johanna scoffed, placing her hand on her hip and rolling her eyes dramatically. He could only nod, leaving the victor from the 7th District be as he made his way through the party again.

"They just did it right," one of the men in the group behind Finnick stated loudly, alcohol audible on his tongue by the volume of his voice. "Getting Capitol into their story, creating a perfect ballad except both of them survived to live the happily ever after," Finnick stopped in his tracks, the glass full of liquid spilling a bit on the grass under him, as he halted too quickly, not entirely sober either. He groaned as some of the drink got on his shoes but it didn't stop him from listening closely. "Do you get it? They are not harrassed by Snow or anyone, except the Capitol's undying obssession. They just continued to live in District 12, leaving as if nothing happened, as if they haven't just dismissed the whole history of the hunger games," a woman shrieked. Finnick smirked. Imagine leaving like nothing happened. That would be nice.

"That would be nice," another boy voiced the same thought. "To leave and spend your life with someone like that. They survive the games with you so you have someone to lean on, support, love, Capitol doesn't bother you that much, just to see what you already do naturally, it's-"

Freedom, was the word on Finnick's tongue. He didn't hear the rest of the sentence as it was drowned out by the sound of Finnick's blood flowing, his heart beating out of his chest as his eyes widened. Freedom, support, protection- no more abuse, no more hell, just peace. Finally, a bit of peace for Finnick Odair. His head spinned, his stomach turning from the sudden imagination, a certain heat spreading through his body, coming from his chest. The flame burned, burned in his eyes as he looked around, his eyes falling on you.

You were perfect. Capitol didn't have an exact opinion on you which was hurting your reputation as one of the victors. You could use some of those blessings Finnick was showered with daily. And he could use you. As his freedom.

His fast loud steps made you turn just before he stopped inches away from you, his feet rocking him back and forth for a while until he stabilised himself. You smirked as you thought about whether he was drunk, wanting to talk with you, but you were sure he had to be when his words hit your ears.

"Come on a date with me,"

You couldn't help but let out a loud snort, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth, the noise still audible. "What the fuck," your eyes landed back on his, the dark browns burning like two coals. "You're serious?" you stopped laughing, your eyes widening at him. "Yes," he nodded, falling silent again, waiting for your answer. "Why?" was another question that slipped out of your mind. You seemed to have caught him off guard, his right leg now tapping nervously. It was a good question. He didn't know himself, why, he just knew he was drunk enough to come up with such idea and sober enough to make it work. But he didn't think of you're answer taking so long. And you partially enjoyed it, finally seeing that confident Finnick Odair uneasy, his state suddenly depending on your answer. It made you wonder what was in it for him.

"Why not?" he finally spoke, voice raspy.

"Why yes?" you retorted back, making him roll his eyes. "We barely know each other, and correct me if I'm wrong, but this is actually about fifth time in our lives we even acknowledged each other,"

"So? Please, Y/n. I need just one date," he groaned, taking a step closer, you refusing to back away. It was always games, everywhere you went, the play never stopped.

"You think you can woo me with just one date?" you lifted your eyebrow in disbelief.

"Absolutely."

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>>part 2

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Jabberjays and Mockingjays

Coriolanus Snow x reader

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Summary: You meet Coriolanus Snow during his service as a Peacekeeper in the 12th district. The 10th Hunger Games were forgotten, Lucy Gray was gone and Snow is now stuck with someone who promises a fair company. What looks like a happy ending can easily turn into an ugly betrayal. All it takes is a click of a device.

A/N: Happy holidays everyone! Stay safe, lots of love and if you like my work feel free to like reblog and comment! :)

Also if you want to ask me anything -> /ask 

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Coriolanus Snow served his time in District 12, mostly bored out of his mind. He tried to accompany other Peacekeepers to the bar every evening in search of at least some fun, just for his eyes to find the podium and fall on the victor of the 10th Hunger Games. He gritted his teeth as Lucy Gray left the podium, performing another of her songs like always. Not a glance spared his way.

Instead, she threw herself onto a nearby chair, stuffing her mouth with a small piece of meat she got for her performance. Her fingers dug into the bone. Her lips were smeared with grease. A wave of disgust rose in him, sending shivers down his whole being. She was a victor. How could she live like this? How could she just come back and live her ordinary and poor life after what she has been through? And how could she treat him like a ghost? After what he had done for her?

While there was disgust in Snow, there was never an ounce of anger. After all, if it wasn't for Highbottom, he would be in Capitol holding his prize, knowing damn well he played the same games as she did. That's just how it was. And if Lucy Gray hadn't known how to play the game, she wouldn't have been a victor. But the game was over, Lucy Gray was rather forgotten and so was he, now stuck in the poorest district, forced to do the dirtiest work, his ego hurting every time he looked around, knowing very well he did not belong here, at least not like Sejanus seemed to.

It was a sunny day when Snow creeped out of the centre of the 12th and towards the flower-covered Meadow. His heart was beating out of his chest as his legs carried him down the hill to a lonesome tree, watching over the rest of the woods down in the alley. It was where he spoke with Lucy Gray for the last time. He came unarmed, relying on the completely abandoned stones under the tree. Yet, they weren't. Not really.

"You can go keep peace where it's actually wanted," a voice from above made him jump up. His right hand immediately reached for the absent belt on his hips. He almost forgot he didn't bring his gun, didn't think he needed it. As his eyes slowly scanned the tree trunk from the roots to the branches, he noticed a sly smirk flashing between the greenery of the tree's leaves. The intruder seemed to be amused by his scare. He couldn't help but frown in confusion as a disobedient smirk already sat on his lips. How did he not notice?

"Got you good, huh?" the person spoke once again, now their voice coming from in front of him, accompanied by an intentionally loud thud that made him jump once again, this time his palm reaching for his heart.

His widened eyes scanned the person that now stood steadily on the ground, already knowing they had to be from the Covey. The pieces of colourful fabric that covered their body, matched with the green of the forest and the occassional bright colour of the flowers. The crown on their head was made of early dandelions. And the fact that no one in their right mind except the Covey would dare to stray so far away from the District's centre, gave Coriolanus a clear answer who this person was.

But Coriolanus knew he was an exception as well. He also dared to stray this far away.

"Do you greet everyone like this?" he breathed out the air he was holding in his lungs up until now.

"No, just lost peacekeepers who seem to get in the way," you shrugged, already taking him in from head to toe. No weapons, but white hair cut into a buzzcut which would sort him into the peacekeeper's family immediately, if his uniform wasn't giving that out already. It made you scoff.

"You shouldn't be here," the peacekeeper's voice broke the silence. "I could call the others if I wanted to," he threatened, but it only made you laugh out loud, your melodic laughter catching the attention of the birds around.

"What's so funny?" you looked back at the man in front of you, only to find his composure completely serious, almost as if he meant everything he said. "You cannot do anything here," you spoke, the giggles still hearable in your voice. "You shouldn't be here as well,"

"But neither should you," the blond repeated once again.. "Covey is way lower in the alley, you barely come here,"

"They barely do. Let's say I come here a bit more, alone," your voice got lost in the breeze around you as your last few words turned into a whisper. Nevertheless, you straightened up your posture, waiting for the peacekeeper's next words, ready to flee if needed.

"Coriolanus Snow," was what came from between his lips. Your eyes widened. "That's my name," Coriolanus felt like he had to explain, based on your confused expression. "Y/n," you let out, not believing your own ears. A mischievous smile painted his lips, "Well, Y/n, what now? I like to come here alone too,"

If someone had told you a peacekeeper would accompany you through your days in the Meadow, you would laugh into their face. There was no way. But Coriolanus turned out to be different. He started to talk to you about how it was in the Capitol. You started to teach him how to survive in the wild. 

"Don't eat that!" you scolded him once as you walked through the trees, hiding from the hot flames of the sun's beams. "That's nightlock! You could be dead in a minute," you found yourself screaming, smearing the juice of the berries on his hands, trying to get rid of the deadly fruit.

"I... didn't know. They looked like the berries you showed me the other day," he said, stunned, staring at the dark purple on his hands.

"They do, but they are not. Let's get you cleaned," you grabbed his hand, the paint smearing your hand too. You dragged him deeper into the woods, the trees thickening. But they were no escape from the hotness now, its source coming from your hands intertwined together, his piercing gaze burning the tips of your ears.

You soon found out you were drawn closer to the convicted ex-citizen of Capitol, and he was too, something you never imagined, even in your wildest dreams.

"If you could be anywhere but here, where would you go?" he asked you once, his curious eyes watching you. "I would just disappear to the woods," you hummed. You didn't notice his subtle smile dropping. "What about you?" you asked Coriolanus, taking in his strong features in the setting sun. The orange brought a bit of warmth into his usually cold stare.

"Woods sound nice. But I don't think it's my forte," he mumbled, his eyes already stuck on you. "I will have to be careful about the nightlock. And what would I do when you leave?" his fingers crept up your neck, sending shivers through you, but you let him, wondering how far they would dare to go.

"You could come. I would have shown you everything," you found yourself whispering once again, but he could hear you.

"I think with you I could," he whispered back, the breeze bringing his voice to you before it was locked between your lips, moving against each other, dancing like the leaves in the wind. There was no more Lucy Grey on his mind, and maybe he was actually willing to throw away his Capitol dream for a time in the woods with you. Because he didn't think he had a shot at coming back to the Capitol. 

After a while, Coriolanus brought a friend of his, Sejanus. And although you found yourself a bit bitter about it, he started to become your company more and more by day. But he also started to grow closer to your heart. 

"What would you do if you could go anywhere you wanted to, Sejanus?" you asked in the middle of the night, hanging from the tree as Sejanus looked up at you.

"I would go see my parents," he spoke softly. And then he added, "I can't visit them and I wish I could. But it's okay. I am fine with where I am right now, as long as I am free from the Capitol," 

Your eyes darted to the blond but Coryo just laughed. 

Sejanus didn't.

Coriolanus leaned himself against the wooden cage full of birds they came to catch. You couldn't remember the name, but he told you they were mutts, destroying nature, creating mutations.

"We will run," Sejanus started. A silence fell upon you three. Then a subtle click sounded in the air and Sejanus continued. "I spoke with some people from the district. We will rescue Lil and escape through the loose fence," Again, all of you fell silent. Your heartbeat rose. "What?" you whispered to the night but Coryo cut you off. "You won't survive a minute there, Sejanus, you're from Capitol-"

"I'm a good shot," you watched Sejanus turn to Coriolanus, both their glances determined to convince the other. A good shot. You thought, soon enough realising. The rebels have guns.

"Why are you saying this?" Coriolanus asked out loud, his voice cold. 

"It's us, together, remember? You are my friend," you watched Sejanus' lips spread into what looked like a smile in the moonlight. You couldn't help but smile too. This might be your chance.

"There is a new bird in the woods. I think I saw it before, but I don't remember where," you commented on one of your casual walks with Snow a few days later. He arched his eyebrow but didn't act surprised at all. Yet, he still asked. "Really? Which one?" he said, almost uninterested, lost in his thoughts. "That one," you stopped in your tracks, making his stiff body bump into you. He hissed before looking up, his fingers unconsciously wrapping around your wrist. 

"Oh, you mean Jabberjays?" he whispered, making you gasp. You found yourself backed up against the tree trunk, your left wrist pinned against the hard bark, Coryo's hand already on your collarbone, slowly sneaking up your neck like a snake. Your right hand automatically fell on his hip. 

"Yes, Jabberjays," you repeated, your face brightening, hearing something click. Suddenly, your voice spread through the air, repeating the same word billions of times. "We were here to capture them, remember?" Coryo spoke through the mimic of your voice, so similar, you almost thought your mouth must have kept on going. Your hand travelled to his arm, and down to his fingers, holding something. You hugged his hand in yours slowly picking it up, while withholding eye contact, his bright blue eyes sending cold down your body as usual. 

"And this is how you set them off, right?" his fingers let go of the device under the touch of your fingers. "This is what they used during the revolution," your voice was now all quiet as you turned the device off. "They used it to spy on people,"

"On rebels," Coryo nodded, drawing closer.

"Are they spying on us now?" you looked up, stopping him with your gaze. He looked up, staring at you intently, switching between your eyes and lips.

"Could they hear about our escape?" and before you could ask anything else, his lips were on yours once again, their warmth contrasting to his always freezing gaze. His hand around your neck, becoming tighter with every graze, his movements more passionate.

"Coryo," you breathed. He smirked at the nickname but didn't answer and shut you up with more kisses. "Coriolanus," you tried again but to no avail. "Coriolanus Snow," you finally spoke out loud, making him groan.

"You need to go," he frowned at your statement. "Duty calls?" you smiled a bit at his state, his eyes widening as he realised he was about to be late. "See you by the tree," were the words he spoke before he rushed out of the woods. Leaving you alone, with the small device still in your hand.

You waited. You waited for days, but there was no sign of Coriolanus nor Sejanus. You almost forgot how it was to spend your days alone, sitting in the crown of the tree, your only company the birds flying around. Suddenly you took notice of the Jabberjays and Mockingjays, spending your time saying something, making Jabberjays say it back and watching as the Mockingjays repeated the intonation of your voice.

But after a few hours, you couldn't keep on going. You found it foreign and scary, how well the Jabberjays repeated what you wanted them to. Their eyes were empty, looking almost pointless when they didn't have anything to repeat. But one day, there were no Jays to keep you company. There was no sun, no breeze. Just silence. Everywhere.

You found it disturbing. For the first time in your life, you willingly made your way to the centre of District 12. But you found it empty just the same. Except for the square by the hanging tree. And then you realised. 

You wanted to run away badly, kept ordering your feet to turn around and flee, knowing you were never the type to digest the hanging. But you didn't stop, no, you kept going until you arrived, standing in the audience on one of the stairs above the crowd, your eyes darting to the boy standing under one of the branches. His dark eyes screamed in fear with dark messy curls falling into them, occasionally silencing his already silent pleads. Your stomach turned. Sejanus.

But why? Why would they hang him? He was a peacekeeper, he did his job well. The only thing you knew was unpopular with the peacekeepers, was befriending the district's citizens. But they all did, they were all poor just the same.

There was a woman on the other side of the tree. You recognised her. Her husband was hanged a while ago, you heard. Her name was Lil? One of the rebels. And you started to understand. 

You found Coryo pretty quickly. After all, he was standing right under the tree. Gun in his hand. His eyes trained somewhere in the distance. At you. Coriolanus Snow kept his composure, not an ounce of expression on his face. How could he stand there? Without moving? How could he not protest against the death of his friend? Wasn't he, too, supposed to run away with them? Run away...

You were brought back to the night Sejanus told him about the plan. There was a click, a cage full of birds you couldn't remember, until Coriolanus told you days later, that Jabberjays, they are able to copy exactly what you say if you use the device to record. The device you held in your hand, tied to the birds sitting on the tree.

Peacekeepers keeping peace under it with two rebels about to be hung. Jabberjays and Mockingjays, all together, one created by Capitol, the other by the district. Your fingers moved in your pocket, you heard the click as a thick rope was thrown over Sejanus' throat. 

"No!" he yelled out. "Ma! No, please, Ma! Help me Ma!" his screams filled the air, sending shivers of terror down everyone's spine. Except Coriolanus Snow, who didn't move, his eyes stuck on you, your hand, the black device in it. Small tears formed in his eyes as the sound of rope tightening filled the air, the sound of wood falling to the lower platform, Sejanus' screams never falling silent, filling the branches above his head.

The Jabberjays screamed, the Mockingjays mocking them and with the return of the wind, you were gone, away from the district, away from the lonesome tree, away from Coriolanus Snow, away from the device created by Capitol.

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Just One Date pt.2

>> part 1!

A/N: Hi guys! You absolutely loved the first part of this and I cannot express how happy that makes me :D I am so thankful for every reblog, like and comment! Here's the awaited part 2, I really hope you'll like it! Should there be a part 3?

Let me know ;D

Warning: !spoilers if you haven't read the first part!, slight hint of drugs and swear words

Special mentions: @merromimo , @justtrying2getby

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Cameras. 

There were cameras everywhere as soon as you stepped out of the train. The citizens of Capitol had grouped around the station as if your arrival was worth looking at, and they certainly hadn't missed the show. Your breath hitched in your throat as soon as you saw the dark voids of lenses taking you in. They recorded your every step, which eventually led to tripping and falling off the last two stairs. They also manage to eternalise the way you landed into a pair of strong arms, the chuckle the person holding you made, and when you looked up, you saw the broad shoulders of Finnick Odair, covering you from the broadcast. 

"Watch your step, honey," he whispered with a sly smirk, making you look up. Anger took over your previous shock. You knew you could easily be the talk of the Capitol. And you couldn't care less about their shenanigans as long as you had the promise of peace. Because you knew they couldn't hurt you any more than they had already done. They couldn't hurt you any more than your own district already did. But you didn't expect it from any of the victors. Not from Finnick Odair. Though the question making you go crazy at that moment was, what did you really expect? 

You didn't expect of Finnick Odair to even glance your way, ever since you saw him in the Capitol after your games. Why he was there, you don't know. He acknowledged you a few times you happened to be at the same party in Capitol. You never expected him to approach you alone. Let alone, ask you on a date. And then bring the whole nation to come and watch your downfall. No, no matter what you had done in the past and how much you had come to despise your life, you would never allow anyone to drag you down like this. You had your pride to keep that for yourself.

And that pride led you to a small dimly lit room, somewhere near the station. Your memories were blurred by the red that kept colouring your sight, your chest rising up and down rapidly, with your loud huffs of air that fell on the face in front of you. He barely breathed as you held a small knife to his throat, his hands up in surrender, but that smile, that smirk on his face, you couldn't wipe it away even with a dagger threatening his thread of life to be cut. He was a victor too, after all, but you refused to step away now. "When you approached me," you started, still panting. "I thought you confused me with someone else. When you asked me out on a date, I thought you had to be totally wasted,"

"But you came-" Finnick hissed, making you push the cold metal against his neck even more, shutting him up. "I came because I never expected you to be so out of your fucking mind!" you retorted, your voice louder. The truth was, you didn't know why you came. You thought he might really have taken an interest in you. Was it that bad? To finally be able to escape your life in your district? No more spitting on you on the streets, no more threats, no more surviving. But as the seconds went by, you were more and more convinced that was the life you deserved. 

Meanwhile, Finnick was panicking inside. This was not how he imagined it to be, your dagger on his throat, the cold metal slowly grazing his dead skin cells before it could dig into his nerves and veins. He was so caught up in himself, so naive, thinking you would just roll with all of this. Now he thought you might stab him. Your guard was up, the smile from before was gone, it was replaced by anger, fury and... fear. You were scared. So was he. He could play on that. 

"I'm not out of my mind, sugar, you don't have to worry about that. And you don't have to worry about them," he nodded towards the locked door. "They won't hurt you anymore," His eyes softened as he spoke. If you could just play this with him, they will hurt neither of you.

Your eyes widened. "I'm not... I'm not worried about them," you relaxed your grip. And you noticed; Finnick did not take advantage of that. Then you let him go completely and he bent down, caressing his sore throat. "You have a nice grip," he nodded. 

But you stayed silent, watching him warily. "I swear, I won't hurt you," he extended his arms to you. You blinked a few times before your muscles relaxed. You haven't heard that sentence in 2 years. How refreshing, to have someone say that. But at what cost. "What do you want then?" you asked, still not letting him close enough. He smiled, gently. "You remember Katniss and Peeta?"

"The new victors?"

"Yes. I know how they survived this. We can do that too," he spoke softly, each word a seed in your heart, setting it ablaze. "How?" you asked too eagerly. "We will become star-crossed lovers ourselves," You gulped.

"Trust me."

He took your hand, opening the door to the outside. There were people on the sunlit streets, your hand in his soon enough catching their attention. You looked around, noticing their curious glances, the lifted eyebrows, faces of amusement. They wanted this.

Finnick spun you to face him, placing his palms firmly against your cheeks. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," you whispered, and with that, he pulled you in. Butterflies exploded in your stomach, his lips tasting sugar and ocean salt at the same time. They created a taste you could never forget. 

And if there was one thing you had to give to Finnick Odair, it was his charm. He did keep his word. He wooed you with just one date.

And that's how you happened to end up here. It took a few weeks, a few meetings, a bunch of interviews and you stood in one of the rooms in one of Capitol's mansions, the party downstairs at its peak. It took you a few kisses too, but you didn't dare to admit that it was your favorite part. 

A subtle knock on your door made you turn around as you tried to finish zipping up your dress. "Come in," you said, immediately smiling when you met Finnick's dark brown eyes. "Ready?" he asked, but you hesitated. "I don't know, I mean, what if they-"

"Hey, no what ifs, it's too late for that anyway," he came closer, placing his hands on your hips. "We'll just grab you a few drinks and you'll see how fast you'll relax," his warm breath tickled your ear as he turned your back to him, finishing your zip. "Finnick!" you hissed back instead of thank you, turning away to hide the redness on your cheeks. "I'm kidding! Just keep close to me and I'm sure you'll have the time of your life,"

"Yeah, can't wait for that," you mumbled as he gasped dramatically, your hand already in his, dragging you out and to the party.

As always, your entrance brought all the attention to you. It was like as soon as you started to appear with Finnick, his beams seemed to shine out of you too. He switched his grasp from your hand to your lower back, guiding you through the crowd, looking forward as if none of them existed. And everything seemed fine, until people actually started approaching you. You were terrified, unable to count how many times Finnick had to nudge you to relax before you could deprive his arm of any blood flow. Soon enough he was handing you a pink drink he fetched from the waiter, making you relax with every sip.

"Sleepless pills," one of the colorful guests smiled at you. 

"Huh?" you managed to say back. 

"It's a new pill from Capitol! Why sleep when you can eat this and stay up all night? Without feeling tired?" the woman squealed together with the man next to her. You looked up at Finnick to exchange shocked glances before you excused yourself, your head spinning, Finnick following you right after. "This is sick," you stated, leaning against one of the tables for support. 

"I'm trying to catch at least a few hours of sleep every night and they are creating pills to avoid it?" you couldn't believe the words you had just heard.

"Don't mind them, Y/n, you know they will never know what it is like," Finnick caressed your back gently, but his words and alcohol only made you angrier. 

"I think I need a minute," you breathed heavily, looking away from Finnick and down to the floor. "Should I get you water or something?" you heard him say, his words coming in muffled. You dragged yourself to the wall near you, sliding down your back and onto the floor. 

"I will get you-" you couldn't hear the rest, looking up and watching as Finnick's black suit disappeared in the crowd of walking rainbows. Then everything went dark.

When Finnick came back with water, you weren't there. In fact, you completely disappeared out of the hall. He looked around in panic, your name slipping down his tongue. He was ready to shout it at the crowd, maybe they noticed something while sipping the purple liquid...

Your drink was pink.

Finnick's face turned pale with realisation. And then he was shoving his way through the guests and out of the hall. 

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⤞ My masterlist ⤝

JJK boys having a crush on u (pt. 1)

(credit to chosolala for the original)

pair: JJK boys x gn! reader  warning: some suggestive content. ft: Toji, Satoru, Suguru, Hiromi, Nanami and Choso. content: JJK men being confused tbh (mostly)

an: i saw an amazing author do this for some of them, i took inspo from them- so yeah. This is pt. 1, pt. 2 will be added laterrrr but will be added nonetheless!

w/c: 1k

JJK boys having a crush on u (pt. 2)

TOJI— » this man did not know he would get a ‘crush’ on someone- much less after having a full on wife (rip) and a kid with said wife. » definitely confused about his own feelings, does he actually like someone? or is it just him mixing ‘business and pleasure’? (since you work with him) » takes a while to confess, first because he wants to make sure he ain’t just lonely and in need of someone to fool around with and secondly he wants to make sure his feelings are true before confessing. » when he finally does, he feels it’s right. you’re right- perfect even. he ends up spending more time with you, tries his best to stop gambling and even starts to treat you to little dates.

SATORU— » this narcissist man will be bewildered because how could he have a crush on someone before that somebody has a crush on him? » will do anything in his power to delay or push down his feelings. he needs you to like him first- or confess first- or something. (he is having a crisis rn) » at some point he does actually have to ask someone, or tell someone else about his (not so little) crush on you. he genuinely felt confused, always had the attention of people but never actually liked someone before. » after a long time (a very long time), bro caves in. he can’t take it anymore- he confesses. finally- a weight lifted off of his chest and shoulders. he hopes TO GOD you like him back (you do).

SUGURU— » not at all like Satoru. he is definitely more relaxed the moment he finds out he has feelings for someone. not confused, just surprised. » will start to hang out with you more, make more jokes, be kinder and overall spend as much time with you as possible. so normally, his feelings grow more each day he spends it with you. » you two grow closer and you end up developing feelings for him as well, so it’s a win/win for both of you. he does not notice you reciprocate your feelings though, so he keeps his feelings to himself for a while longer. » the day he finally decided to confess, you beat him to it- confessed first, he just told you that he liked you as well, and that he was going to ask you out the same day. you both laugh it out and well, go on a date.

HIROMI— » you were one of his clients, after working with you so closely for your divorce he got to know you better. » he keeps it very professional, trying his best to win for you. your ex-spouse’s lawyer had nothing on him, he was determined to win. » after a lot of long and quite honestly- annoying trials, you won the case. he decided to take his shot while outside the courtroom. he stops you by a tap on the shoulder, “Hey, now that you are well- you aren’t married anymore. I was hoping you would be open to go out on a date? No strings attached of course.” » after that date, there were multiple, he gave you space and time to well- ‘mourn’ your divorce. he respected your boundaries and after a while he asked you out, to be his partner, you said ‘yes.’

NANAMI— » he was a regular at your bakery. no questions asked, no small talk needed. you would always prepare his usual, just how he likes it, waiting for him to get out of work to collect it. » he thought the gesture was quite kind and charming in a way, as if he had a spouse at home making him food everyday. He didn’t know how to feel, he was a bit confused, but he always knew that if he were to have a spouse, he would love for them to be like you (or be you). » one day on his way to work he decided to make some small talk, after that day he started to talk more to you, and small talk became more like 21 questions. you both got to know each other and even exchanged numbers. » from small talk, it evolved to chatting, talking stage, dating, engagement and finally marriage. in the span of 3 years, he asked you to be his fiancé, you of course said yes, in your eyes he was perfect and in his eyes, you were far more than perfect.

CHOSO— » poor old man to be honest, he has not the simplest clue as to what love, romance and much less what a crush is. Yuji, as his little brother and the ‘more’ experience in the field of romance (not really), takes it upon himself to show him the ropes. » thanks to Yuji’s help, he started to talk more to you, hang out with you more, and spends more and more time with you. he learned too much with Yuji to be honest. » he wasn’t shy at all, he just wasn’t sure what to do when you told him you liked him. so when he went home after that fact he asked Yuji. his brother's face slapped himself in pity for his much older brother, going over everything he had taught him (again). » the next time you meet with Choso he confessed that he also likes you and that he didn’t know how to respond when you told him your feelings. you laugh at him and tell him that it’s ok, you’re just glad that he figured it out. Masterlist

Sick! G. Satoru x gn! Reader

pair: Gojo Satoru x gn! reader  warning: none. ft: the one, the only, SATORU GOJO! content: wholesome fluff and taking care of your sick boyfriend.

an: this is inspired by a cai bot… cai safe me </3 also this is my first one shot, hope ya like it :P w/c: 1.1k

you wake up and get ready to head to satoru’s place. he hasn’t been seen in school for a while nor has he been showing up to the sorcerer meetings. you guests it’s because he is in his house sick or just wants some time alone. as you make your way to his house, you open his front door (he gave you a spare key) and lock it when you enter. placing your shoes at the entrance and making your way through his house like you’ve done a million times before. 

reaching his room door, you knock. no response. you decide to just go in and check on him. opening the door you are greeted by a dark room— your eyes scanning it, closed blinds, no sun shining through, lights off, some water bottles scattered across the room, food leftovers on the bedside table and finally your eyes land on satoru, who was under the covers sprawled out on his king size bed.

sighing you make your way to his bed and sit on the edge. “‘toru… ‘toru, wake up…” you speak softly as if to not wake him up abruptly. slowly you feel the bed sifting and see satoru’s head poking out from under the covers, in a sleepy and groggy deep voice he tries to make up some sort of sentence but falls to no veil as his brain is still trying to wake up. 

you chuckle and reach for his head, combing through his snowy white hair with your fingers. “what… are you doing here…?” you hear him ask in that same groggy voice and that made you look at his face, which was still in the pillow, eyes closed and a tired expression. “you haven’t been seen for a week, i got worried…” you simply say, earning you a grunt and a sigh from the sleepy man— “i’m sick, no way i’m going to teach those three lil' demons class while i’m sick and neither am i dealing with the old higher-ups.”

‘three little demons?- oh. yuji, megumi and nobara.’ you thought giggling softly. “why didn’t you call me or tell me you were sick? i could've brought you some medicine or made you something better to eat than fast food delivery.” you sort of say it as if you were upset at a child, scolding him. getting up from his bed, you go back out and bring in some medicine you bought on your way to his house, already expecting that he was probably sick.

“you’re lucky i love you and came prepared.” you sigh and place some medicine on his bedside table and sit back down on the edge of his bed. “thank you sweetheart…” you hear him mumble into his pillow with a tired sigh. you shake your head and reach for his face, pinching his cheek softly. that makes him turn to you while he places a hand over his cheek. “the fu— what was that for?” he was a bit more awake now.

“i need you awake so you can take your medicine properly. i know damn well you did not take medicine this entire week nor did you even take care of yourself… clearly.” you handed him a pill and a new water bottle, “drink slowly”. he nods, taking the pill and water from you, drinking it down, “done.” you smile and caress the spot you pinched on his cheek, “good, should be a little bit till it kicks in, want any food?” you ask him, fully expecting him to ask for sweets. “not hungry, just want you here.” he said, closing his eyes and opening his arms, sliding a bit back on his bed to give you space to lay beside him. you comply, going into his arms, laying in front of him and laying your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly secure around your waist. he gets comfortable and lays his head atop yours, making sure you are there with him and that he is not having a fever dream.

you could care less if he was sick, you for one have a good immune system so the chances of you getting sick from him were low. even if you did get sick though, you knew that he would end up taking good care of you– which to you is a win, you get to spend more time with him. you chuckle at the thought of him taking care of you while sick. him going to your place with your confort food and medicine for you, of course with some sweet treats (more for him than for you).

“what are you laughing alone for? are you like.. ok?” he asks, concerned. this makes you laugh even more and shake your head slowly. “no, just imagine you trying to take care of me if you get me sick.” he scoffed a bit, “what's so funny about that? think i can't do it?” he moves back a bit to look at you. “maybe… but in all seriousness, i bet you'll be amazing at taking care of me.” you say sincerely, snuggling closer to him to feel his warm body.

he sighs and hugs you back, a faint smile appearing on his face and he takes in your scent and body on his own. “thank you for coming… i really appreciate it sweetheart.” he thanks you with a kiss on the forehead and a smile to adorn his pretty boy features. you close your eyes as his lips land on your skin and you smile back at him. “of course… i was worried anyway and i had the feeling you were sick– my boyfriend senses were tingling.”

“you are so fucking weird sometimes, but i wouldn't want any other person to be my partner.” he shook his head and chuckled at your reasoning. “all i heard was ‘i wouldn't want any other person to be my partner’, and that's what i like to hear.” you chuckle with him. “you only hear what you want huh?” he sighs but smiles, “but whatever, if it works it works i guess.” he kisses your forehead again.

The room goes silent and you both end up closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep, holding each other as close as humanly possible. he just loved having you this close, it felt like heaven down on earth. if satoru could melt into you, he would, believe me… he actually would love to be one with you. he just loves having you close to him that much.

Masterlist

I AM GETTING TO HYPERFIXATED ON INSIDE JOB 😭

anyways i added it to my list of fandoms i’d write for 🕺

I also forgot to say I’m probably gonna be a gn/male!reader writer just bc I don’t see many of those

Kay that’s it love y’all <33

yo so im new to tumblr so heres an intro/masterlist post. please read this fully and interact with this before interacting with my blog!

sorry this is long but im not putting a cut so i know people will at least see everything on it

last updated: 17/10/2023 (dd/mm/yyyy)

before you start reading, i will update this when needed. if you think i should add something on here let me know so i can add it here!

about me!!

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♡ my names saturn, im genderfluid, im hard of hearing and im autistic. my favorite color is light pink and my favorite genre of music is hardstyle edm! my favorite movie is house of wax (2006) but i love slasher films in general ♡ i love writing so i figured that id bring my writing online to you guys

♡ i speak english but if you request something in another language i can try to figure it out with google translate but no promises that ill get your ask correct since google translate is funky sometimes

♡ im usually really nice but assholes will be blocked so if you come on here requesting something that i will not write or youre just mean to me i will not hesitate to block you

♡ i love pairing people with characters so please feel free to ask

♡ im a writer so feel free to send in a request, however, no promises that ill respond in a timely manner. ill try my best to respond asap but life can get in the way of that

*games/movies/series i will write for*

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○ horror movie characters

○ repo! the genetic opera (main characters, aged up shiloh)

○ resident evil 1-8

○ dead by daylight (killers and survivors)

○ fran bow

○ undertale (main characters)

○ deltarune (main characters)

○ night in the woods (main characters)

○ coraline

○ beetlejuice

○ cod (any)

○ tf2

○ tmnt (main characters)

○ sallyface (main characters)

○ puss in boots the last wish (pibtlw)

*who i will not write smut for*

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● fran bow (fran bow)

● little misfortune (little misfortune)

● susie (dead by daylight)

● charolette and victor (dead by daylight)

● frisk, chara, and kris (undertale/deltarune)

● coraline and wybie (coraline)

● lydia (beetlejuice)

*what i will write*

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◇ headcanons

◇ shitposts

◇ lgbtqia+ reader

◇ underage characters (sfw only)

◇ nsfw (any topics like descriptive gore, not limited to smut)

◇ sfw

◇ fluff

◇ smut

◇ cnc (consenual non-consent)

◇ gore

◇ mental health issues

◇ male reader

◇ female reader

◇ gender neutral reader

◇ trans reader (pls be specific since i get confused abt trans labels easily)

◇ polyamorous reader

◇ platonic

◇ romantic

*what i might write*

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☆ furry reader

☆ oc in place of reader

☆ character x character (can be poly but that might get confusing for me to write)

*what i will not write*

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asking for the following will get you blocked

■ pedophilia

■ incest

■ rape

■ beastiality

■ suicide

■ underage x adult (yes im aware this is pedophilia but im putting it again because its fucking disgusting)

(ex. lydia x beetlejuice unless platonic)

■ piss

■ scat

■ vore

like i said at the beginning, if you think i should add something let me know so i can put it on here!

also if anything could be worded differently to make it easier to understand please let me know

ghostface (dead by daylight) nsfw alphabet

requested: no

Tw: smut

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Danny isnt a very comforting person in general but if he was extra rough on you during sex that night he would clean you up with whatever he had lying around. Other than that youre on your own

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

he loves your hips. he loves grabbing then when he fucks you stupid from behind

he loves his hands because he can tease you relentlessly with them

C= Cum (anything that has to do with cum basically)

hes disgusting when cum is involed. he will cum on your face, chest, stomach, back, etc. he absolutely loves seeing you covered in his cum.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

he would let you peg him occasionally but you wouldnt be able to waterboard that out of him

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

before he was taken in the fog he had quite afew partners and hookups so he definently knows quite afew things

F= Favorite position

he loves missionary and doggystyle for different reasons. missionary because he loves seeing your face contort with pleasure, doggystyle because he loves the way your ass jiggles with each unrelenting thrust

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

he can be goofy on occasion, but usually he just wants to focus o getting you both off

H= Hair (grooming habits)

he keeps himself pretty trimmed

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

he loves being rough with you but if youre both tired he'll be more slow and senual and actually make love to you

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

why would he jack off when he has you?

K= Kink (kinks what they like)

knifeplay

bloodplay

dacryphyllia (crying)

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

anywhere and everywhere

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick)

anything can get him going, wether its your voice, your shirt riding up a little bit, etc. hes a horny mf so i hope youre prepared

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

hes down to try anything once but he will not do anything involving piss and scat

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

while hes great at giving head, he prefers to receive since it means he can fuck your throat

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

hes pretty fast paced and can last 3-4 rounds in bed without any breaks

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

most of the sex you guys have consists of quickies, but if he gets you alone hes not going to pass up the opportunity to take his time with you

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he lives for the risk, especially if theres a chance you two could get caught

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

3-4 rounds

each round lasts 10-15 minutes

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

he will absolutely use vibrators on you but if you want any other toys you would have to persuade him to buy them

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

hes such a fucking tease, he loves to edge you and overstimulate you

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

usually he just grunts and curses under his breath but when he gets tired or close to cumming he gets loud and fully moans

W= Wild card (nsfw headcanon of any sort)

if you ever get the chance to top him he will absolutely whimper

X= X-ray (what’s down below or in their pants)

hes pretty big honestly

when hes soft its around 4-5 inches

when hes fully hard its 8.5 inches and girthy (1.5 inches girth)

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

hes a horny piece of shit so i hope youre ready to get fucked whenever the chance shows itself

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

if hes just doing a quickie he doesnt fall asleep afterwards

if hes having a full session with you hes out like a light before he even pulls out of you

HELLO!!! If you’re doing mutant mayhem request, I was wondering if you can do Mutant mayhem boy’s with a S/O who’s really good at acting, dancing etc but their to shy to show it off?

THANK UUUUU

-stars

OMG OFC!!!!! i love writing for the mm boys sm sorry if this is short btw im tired asf

Mutant Mayhem Boys x G/N Reader (Sfw)

tw: none

Leo

tbh hes pretty impressed when you tell him you can dance and act

he gets why youre shy about it but tries to help you come out of your shell (pun intended)

encourages you to do interpretive dance as a hobby 100% but will be okay if you do something else instead

he can act too but doesnt usually need to (hes secretly a theater kid at heart)

will learn how to dance so he can dance with you <3

Donnie

if he walks in on you dancing or acting he tries to leave as quietly as possible as to not embarass you (he stays for a minute and watches you as you do it bc its super cute to him)

hes good at acting and does it alot (tech kid for theater so he picked up some stuff from that plus masking his autism)

he can dance too btw but he refuses to admit it

if you catch him dancing hed get embarassed but trusts you to be nice about it

if he catches you dancing he records it (secretly) so he can watch it later and do lots of research if its a style he hasnt seen before

Raph

secretly loves dancing but he wont admit it or tell you until youre further into the relationship

makes fun of you lightheartedly if he catches you acting out somthing but makes sure you know hes joking

if he goes too far in his jokes he makes sure to comfort you as much as you need and makes note of what he shouldnt say next time

he has donnie do research on dance for him (lowkey lazy tbh) so he can seem smart about it

Mikey

cant dance or act but learns how to dance so you feel less shy about it

loves to watch you act thongs out because he finds it interesting

tried to learn how to dance once to impress you but he ate shit and you caught him and he got really embarassed

him: *falls*

you : "wtf was that" *walks to the noise*

him :

you : "oh"

Still in your walls but now asking for a Beetlejuice with a touchstarved s/o? I mean we all know how touch starved he is and all but that's to touches he's initiated, so with a s/o that goes outta there way for those soft touches instead? I think it'll blow his mind..if he has one. Still cam be sfw can be nsfw whatever vibes just- yush

you gotta leave my walls at some point tbh but you can stay as long as you like just dont make too much noise lol but yes i love writing for beetlejuice so ofc, plus i love the people in my walls soooo

Beetlejuice x GN Reader (slightly suggestive)

tw: if you squint it gets a tiny bit suggestive but its not descriptive

hes shocked to say the least

i mean, you? being nice and giving him sweet touches?

hes losing his mind if thats even possible

yeah hes a horny bastard (/pos) but that doesnt mean he doesnt appreciate (love) the softer attention you give him

soft kisses all over his face are the best in his opinion

loves back scratches btw

honestly hes kinda like a cat, he usually loves affection but on a rare occasion he wants a little bit of space but he communicates that so dont take it personally

loves having his hair played with honestly

100% up for cuddles but that might get a little spicy (idk what youd expect from him lol)

he gets turned on easily so do what you want with that information

will always fall asleep on you first when youre watching movies together late at night

since youre so soft with him he tones down his energy a bit

I'm always here pookie dw, plus we mutuals so Tumblr law says we are bonded, if you do want a rq tho I always love more Beebs, maybe him with a chubby partner? OOO! If you want an extra big bad ask maybe multiple boiz? Idk if you do Micheal and Bubba but if you do maybe throw them on that? -forever yours, wall anon/lh /hj

ilysm pookie (platonic) also question,, who or what is beebs??? please tell me im so confused also if you specify in another ask i can try to write it/them- AND OFC I WRITE FOR MICHAEL AND BUBBA THEYRE MY BABYGIRLS 🩷🩷🩷🩷

btw sorry im only doing bubba for this one since its been a hot minute since i got a request and im busy

Bubba x chubby gn reader (sfw)

warnings: none

Bubba

if youre ever wanting to lose weight and he figures that out he will 100% chase you around an abandoned area bc thats the only way he can really help you out (he wont hurt you, he just likes the thrill of a good chase plus running can help lose weight so win win)

if you like your body the way it is then he does too

he wants to see you happy bc it makes him happy

if hes in a certain mood he will cuddle up to you like a cat and lay his head on your tummy or chest 🩷🩷

when he gets to know you better he gives you hugs and masked kisses

he loves your body just the way it is

if his brothers say anything abt your weight expect an angry tantrum with lots of squealing entirely aimed at them

loves cuddles but its texas so it gets uncomfy fast

sorry if this is short im really tired rn and im busy with personal stuff

Hi there! I’m a huge fan of Musical!Beetlejuice, or all versions of my Bug in general, and I also openly practice witchcraft! Was wondering if maybe I could request a little Drabble about Beetlejuice watching an AFAB!Reader practice some Witchcraft? Maybe a spell or a tarot reading! (: just something real cute :3

YES OMG,, i practice witchcraft too so im happy i get to write abt it in an ask!! sorry if its short im just really tired rn

Beetlejuice x gn reader (sfw)

tw: none

He loves the drawings on the tarot cards

asks you anything he can think of to be annoying /pos

steals buys supplies for you

doesnt really believe in witchcraft but hey, you do so whats the harm in letting you do a reading for him? (he got a vibe check from that reading and never wants to do it again but wont tell you bc hes stubborn asf)

he will put your crystals in his mouth because they look yummy (i cant blame him)

has ingested most every spice you use in your practice

hes like a cat i swear

Pookie I'm so sorry to dump this but could I request a musical or movie Beej (i have many nicknames for him) comforting a burnt out s/o plz? My next two weeks about to be so busy with theater stuff and I am not ready to 😭 so if you can tie that in that be awsome but if not dw at all i completely get it- forever in your walls ❤️/p

YES OFC!! anything for you pookie🩷 (fanfic rizz) /p

Beetlejuice x gn reader (sfw)

tw: none

honestly doesnt get it but he knows that humans are weird so just let him know if you need help or space and hes on it

will try to help but hes a goober so yeah

tries to cheer you up and get you back to being peppy and cheerful

will help you out as much as he can if hes able to do so

lots of cuddles and such

doesnt know what to do but brings you food if and when you need it

makes sure you drink water

tries to lighten the load of stress so you can relax a bit and get back on track

Hi Sarah! I’d love some more backstory to the fic where Eddie broke the reader’s heart and we married Jax Teller. Honestly I’m just looking for you to write Jax Teller😂😂 love you❤️

Hiii babes!! I am dying at y’all wanting more Jax Teller(even tho in the fic his name is Charlie we can just call him Jax at this point then lol) so to be nice I will give you a few little conversations between you and him when he kept coming into your coffee shop before he finally asked for your number😂💖

This goes along with THIS story✨

*He may look like he’s a badass but you intimidate him and he loves it*

“What can I get for you?” “Uh Hi…yeah uhm shit what’s the drink that’s green and caffeinated?” “Hi! Oh a matcha? Do you want it iced or hot?” “How would you…drink it?” “I like everything iced.” “Let’s do that then.” “Perfect. So one iced matcha coming up.” “Thanks sweetheart.” “No problem. You can wait over there and I’ll call your name when it’s ready.” “Oh uh okay…you didn’t ask my name?” “I just assumed you liked to go by President since that’s what’s on your vest.” “You can call me whatever you like.” “Okay…you can still wait over there.”

“Back again? Want another iced matcha?” “No thanks darlin that was a little too green tasting for me.” “Understandable. What can I get you today then?” “I’ll just take a large coffee with three sugars and two creams please.” “Ohh no flavors or anything to keep it interesting?” “What can I say I’m a man of simple taste.” “What a shame.” “What? What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’ll call you when it’s ready.” “You’re trouble. I can just tell.” “Says the one in a leather vest that says men of mayhem on it.” “Damn…got me there sweetheart.”

“Large coffee three sugars two creams?” “I think I might add in some vanilla today.” “Oh yes way to really spice it up.” “Baby steps…I’m new to this whole coffee thing.” “Oh trust me…I can tell.” “So…if I let you pick my coffee order do you think I can get your number?” “You think letting me pick what kind of coffee you have is worth giving you my number?” “I think it’s a fair trade.” “Let me think about it.” “Fine I’ll come back tomorrow how’s that sound?” “Sounds…fine I guess.” “Oh come on darlin I know you enjoy our little chats.” “Oh yes they are just the highlight of my day.” “You really know how to deflate a man’s ego.” “It’s one of my many talents…enjoy your coffee.” “See you tomorrow.” “Looking forward to it.”

“Hey, it’s Bradley”

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Gn Reader

TW: Cursing, like a lot of cursing

A/N: it’s my first time actually posting my writing on here so pls be nice! Also, feel free to mention anything we need to fix grammatically. Proofreader and coauthor is @lunamoon1744

“Hey, uh, it's Ro-Bradley. It's Bradley. Fuck it’s probably late where you’re at. Sorry, I just, fuck, look, I’m sorry. So fucking sorry. I loved you, love you, still love you and I know this is a shitty way to go about it but there’s a mission and I don’t know whether I'm going to make it back, but I was back at Top Gun for a few weeks, and God, all I could think about was us, you, and how much I love you and how much I fucked you over and I’m sorry. God I'm so fucking sorry an’ I’m not asking you to forgive me but I can't die without apologizing, without letting you know that leaving you was the worst decision of my life and if I could go back I’d-, fuck I’m running out of time, I just, I love you so fucking much and I, I gotta go, fuck, I’m sorry, I love you.”

Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster. God, you loved him, and he had broken your heart. It’d been a few years since the breakup, and honestly you're surprised he still knows your number. Lord knows you had to look back into your contacts to figure out whether he called you through his phone, or someone else's. It was probably the ship's phone, seeing as you still had his cell number in your contacts.

It probably doesn't matter by now. If he went on the mission right after he called you, that would have been 15 hours, 48 minutes, and approximately 56 seconds ago. You begin pacing back and forth across the house. If he was going to die, he’d already be dead, and if he was going to live, he’d already be back on the carrier. Plus, there was no guarantee he was even going back to Top Gun, he could be going straight to his next assignment. You stop dead in your tracks. He could be dead.

Then again, that was the problem wasn't it? It didn't really matter, you would go to the ends of the Earth if he had asked you to, if he had so much as implied that he needed or wanted you to. Maybe that's why you had already finished packing, bag already by the door, heart already knowing what your head was trying to figure out.

Leaning over the kitchen island, you pull out your laptop and start looking for any possible flights to anywhere even remotely close to San Diego and Top Gun. A few hours that pass over your nerves like shitty tap dancers, about 50 tabs, and a coffee or three later you finally come across a flight. It's expensive, significantly more than you would ever pay normally, and through an airline you've never used before. It's also leaving in an hour from an airport 49 minutes away. Taking a deep breath, you say fuck it and start typing your credit card numbers in, because you are tired and desperate and you just need to be there in case he did come back.

God, you hope he's alive.

It was a seven and a half hour flight and a two hour drive, having booked the first flight you found to anywhere close by. You had a bit of a drive to get to Top Gun, but you honestly can’t remember much of your trip. How can you? For all you know, you're doing all of this for a funeral that you're not even sure you would be invited to.

You're not completely sure how you ended up in front of the Hard Deck. Well, that's a lie. You know damn well why you stopped here before trying to find a hotel. It's an aviator's bar. It's where the aviators go after work. You’d been here with him the first time around. When you were dating. When you thought you were going to marry him.

It's stupid, and emotional, and childish to stop. It’s been a little less than two days since he made the phone call, and if he is alive he'd still be on the ship, or in a hospital somewhere. That didn't stop you from walking in, from looking around, from ordering a drink, from sitting down and waiting on some distant hope that he'd pop through the door. You haven't actually figured out what you're going to do when you see him again. But fuck if that didn't mean you still wanted to see him.

It was another three days of watching and waiting, of sitting at the bar with Penny, of wondering whether or not the last actual conversation you will ever have with the love of your life was when you broke up, when he told you he never loved you.

It's your fifth day in San Diego, when you see his Bronco in the Hard Deck parking lot. You know that fucking car anywhere and you know for a fact that if it was here then Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw was alive. Which means he could have damn well called you and informed you of such!

Taking a deep breath, as to not preemptively jump to conclusions, and to not kill the first person that looks at you wrong, you hurry up and force your way through the Hard Deck’s doors, making a scan for tall, brunette, and mustached.

It's not hard to find him. He is standing by a handful of other pilots and Penny. She's under who you assume is the pilot named Pete’s arm, looking very amused by your entrance. Bradshaw, on the other hand, is laughing lazily with his friends, like you hadn't thought he might be dead for the better part of the week.

“BRADLEY FUCKING BRADSHAW!”

The sound of pool balls clinking stops almost immediately, and you hear whispers arising from some of the pilots scattered around the bar. The man of the week looks in your direction, and while his eyes light up, his face falls as you start marching across the floor towards him. “...y/n?”

You feel multiple eyes on you as you stomp across the bar, and out of the corner of your eye you can also see a few heads turn. “What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with you? The fuck was that phone call?” You come to a stop right in front of him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “Have you been landing too hard it’s starting to fuck with your head?” there's a snort on your right, coming from some Ken-doll-looking motherfucker. “Because that shit-”

“Y/n?”

“Is not okay! At all! You don't call someone, and tell them you love them, and that your sorry, and then just fucking disappear! Honestly! Give me one good fucking reason I shouldn't hit you upside your head, I swear to god-”

He interrupts you by pulling you into a tight hug and holding you against him, and you use every ounce of self control to not hug him back. He leans slightly back, looking into your eyes, and opening his mouth to speak.

“You came?” …you came? YOU CAME? What in the ever loving fuck did he think you were going to do after he called, go to brunch and have some fucking mimosas? Chill at the beach? Not lose your absolute goddamn mind?

“OF COURSE I FUCKING CAME!” You struggle in his arms before giving up and grabbing his shoulders in order to pull him down a bit so your eye level. “We may not have left on the best of terms, but I still fucking love you! Honestly, you could have called me at any point and I would have shown up because that's what you do when you love someone! And maybe that wouldn’t be my best discission but, fuck, I've never had a doubt that you would-”

“You still love me?” Maybe it was the way he said it, sounding like he was going to cry, or the way he looked like he was in complete shock over the fact that you still love him, even though he’s the one who walked away, but it makes your anger fade from the loud and explosive kind to the tired and worried one.

“Jesus fucking son of a fuck I swear to-” deep breaths, homicide is illegal and there’s witnesses, lots of witnesses, because almost everyone in the bar has turned to stare, nosey fucks. “-Yes. I love you, I loved you when we were dating, I loved you when we broke up, and I love you now, but, if you say one. More. Stupid. Fucking. Thing. I'm going to drown you in the ocean-” and it's true. You do love him. But it's also true that if he doesn't stop interrupting you, you are going to try and throw him in the ocean. It wouldn't work, you've tried it before, but it would make you feel better.

He smiles like a dumbass, eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. He puts his hand on your cheek, leaning down and pressing your foreheads together. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I’m aware, but I swear to god if you interupt me one more fucking time-” which, he of course decides to do by kissing you. Which, not to say that you are complaining, but it's hard to stay mad when he's kissing you like it's all he's ever thought about. Putting both of your hands on his chest, you lightly push him away. “-we’re not in a movie. Kissing me’s not gonna get me to shut up-”

“What if I kiss you multiple times?” And isn't that a tempting offer? But, as much as you love him, that phone call was the worst possible way of getting in contact with you again.

You narrow your eyes, the corners of your mouth twitching ever so slightly up. “You can kiss me everyday for the rest of our lives, but it’s still not gonna stop me from thinking you're an idiot and calling you on it.”

“Promise?”

You can't help but to shake your head and smile. “Goddammit Bradley, I'm trying to be mad at you, you inconsiderate asshole. Yes, yes I promise, for as long as your dumbass wants to keep me-”

“Forever then.” And there it was, that stupid fucking smile that you loved. The one that made you stop yelling, at least for the moment, because he was alive, and he loved you, and he wasn't going to walk away this time. Sighing as you lean into him, the exhaustion of the week finally starts to catch up with you, but at least you know that he's safe.

PEETA MELLARK HEADCANONS ¡! 🧡

english is not my first language, so if something is misspelled let me know please! hope you enjoy! 🫶

he would never do something that could probably embarrass you.

after the games, he would be so clingy, he is just so scared that something could happen to you:(

thinking about you 24/7

every time he makes cookies or cupcakes for the bakery, he would decorate some of them with hearts and cute things, just to give them to you <3

obsessed with you, in a good way, obviously

he is always giving you gifts, since the most little thing to the most elaborate surprise

he is always trying to impress you, no matter how many time you two have been together

he is not letting you and your family starve, so he is always bringing food to your house

he is so careful in any aspect

he is not letting you risk yourself, like hunting or some like that, at least, he is going with you.

daydreaming about you 24/7

he definitely wants to marry you

he would love bake with you

always doodling you, it can be just your nose, lips or eyes, but is always about you

he would like to show you his draws about you, but he is so shy about what you would think

he would love to teach you how to draw if you ask him for it

if someday you two have children, he gladly would let them draw and paint on his body

you can also do it

LOVES going out and watch the sunset with you

loves spending time with you doing whatever you want, even just staying in silent, he enjoys every second of it