#xGN!Reader

[onlybeeewrites]

Until The Mockingjay Sings

Requested: no but I love Sejanus and angst and this made me sad

Warnings; major character death, hurt no comfort

Pairing: Sejanus x gn!reader, platonic Lucy Gray x Readers (y’all are besties)

Italicized = flashback

Word count: 1.6 k

You remember the last few hours that you had spent with the sweet Sejanus Plinth so clearly. It was a few days ago, you both had finished dancing at the Hob to the beautiful songs of the Covey. The two of you had been dancing, laughing and singing. It was a beautiful. You swear everything was so perfect.

Then he had walked you home, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving for the night. The small kiss from the sweet boy left butterflies in your stomach. Enough to make you smile from cheek to cheek, the redness on your face never ending. It was enough to have your father questioning his intensions, but it was all teasing.

He knew how much you cared for the young peacekeeper. As the bakers of the District, they sometimes (often) came into the bakery for breads, sweets if they could.

That’s how you met Sejanus Plinth.

Poor, sweet, foolish Sejanus Plinth.

How could things have ended so poorly? So quickly? Your mind couldn’t comprehend.

You stood with Lucy Gray in the crowd of people, near the front as you watched you who recognized as Spruce and what you had heard to be his sister. be brought up, about to be strung up on the big old tree. The two of them looked defiant, while also being horrifically beaten. Dried blood and bruises covered their faces and exposed skin. Dirt littered and stained their clothes and hair, and yet they still held their heads high. Honorable. But what had they done?

As Coriolanus’ eyes scanned the crowd, he spotted the familiar head of dark curls that belonged to his beloved Lucy Gray. Though next to her was you, Sejanus’ beloved Y/N. His heart pounded seeing your pained and confused face. You truly had no idea what Sejanus had done….maybe it was better that way anyway. Had you known you would have been up there beside Sejanus. And that would have been such a waste. He agreed that you were good, too good and too kind. Often too much for your own good. But then again, you and Sejanus had that in common. And his mind went back to the moment everything had started to gone wrong.

“You can’t show that you know or saw anything anything, Sejanus. You need to pull yourself together. If we’re all caught…they might suspect Y/N too. And you want to keep them safe right?” Coriolanus’ had asked Sejanus. And Sejanus’ dark eyes had widened at the mention of your name.

No. No, no, no, no. You couldn’t be wrapped up in this. You didn’t know anything about the rebels, or the plan of escape, the weapons, his meetings with Billy Taupe and Spruce. Would you really get caught in the middle of it all if himself and the others were caught? You had no knowledge of anything. You wouldn’t. Your life in Twelve wasn’t all sunshine, but it was better than many.

You had expressed this to him too. That you did what you could for the District. Handing out free bread to those who were starving. Often you have the Covey expired pastries and sweets when you could. You were kind. Genuinely so kind and almost too kind for your own good.

It was ironic for Sejanus to think so, but it was true. You were a good person. One of the few he had met in a long time. And he had sworn to himself and you to keep you safe. He was just about to pull you aside and ask for you to come with him. Away from the districts, to travel up North away from it all. That was until Coryo shot Mayfair. And then Spruce shot Billy Taupe. And it was all going wrong.

Sejanus quickly shook his head, looking at his friend in tears, “no….no they have nothing to do with this Coryo, you know that…” he whimpered with a desperate shake of his head. He failed onto keep from the violence. But he would always make sure you were safe.

Coriolanus nodded, keeping his hands firm on his friend’s face. “I know they don’t, Sejanus. I know. But in order to keep them safe and out of this, you need to pull yourself together. You need to collect yourself and walk back out there like nothing happened. We’re the only lose ends left right?” He asked, and Sejanus nodded again, taking a shaky breath. “Hey…we’re brothers, remember? Brothers...and I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe,”

How that would change so quickly. Coriolanus remained at the front stage of the hanging tree, his gun firmly in his hand while hearing his friend beg for him. Him. Coriolanus Snow. Sejanus Plinth’s best friend. His murderer. And Sejanus didn’t even know. You didn’t even know.

“Please…please coryo…..Coryo…” his voice repeated as he was dragged to his spot, the noise fitting around his neck as the head peacekeeper replayed the recording of the Jabber Jay. You looked on horrified next to Lucy Gray, looking around in shock.

“No….whats Sejanus doing here? He hasn’t done anything. There’s been a mistake,” you say rather in disbelief and frazzled as you watched your boyfriend struggle against the pace keepers before being brought up on stage. You listened in horror as the recording

“No….no there’s been a mistake!” You shout, all eyes moving towards your figure. Lucy Gray’s eyes widened, shaking her head. “Y/N, stop it..” she warned quietly, anxiously.

But you didn’t hear her as the crowd parted to show you. Senjsnus’ eyes widened through the tears. He didn’t expect you to be here. With all his fear he felt, what really made his blood run cold was seeing you. The panic on your face, the disbelief. He never got to tell you everything. The plan to run away together. He wanted to make sure he had everything planned out to the second to make sure it was perfect.

Sejanus wanted to tell you about the life you both could have together. A family. Away from the districts. Away from the Capital. And away from the Games.

"Y/N..." Sejanus gasped, jerking in the restraints, only to earn a warning from the peacekeeper. You weren't supposed to be here. He was scared, but he did not want you to see what was about to happen.

"Sejanus! There's been a mistake! Please!' You called out, the stinging in the back of your eyes as some of the peacekeepers moved. Lucy Gray had seen this. Lil...the girl about to be hung now had done this exact same thing when her lover had been hung. Quickly, Lucy Gray moved forward and quickly pulled you back.

"Y/N, you need to stop or else you'll be up there next," She whispered harshly as you fought her for a moment. How could you remain quiet?

"No....no...no...Y/n! Ma!" Sejanus's voice rang out before there was a sickening crack of several necks as the floor below the three people gave out.

You stared in horror through your tears as the body of the love of your life twitched and swung back and forth by rope that killed hundreds already. You felt like the whole world stopped. Your blood ran cold, and it was like someone had sucked everything from you. The warmth, the love, the hope. Everything that Sejanus had given you, the light and hope for a new and better life, was taken from you within seconds. Who could do such a thing? Sejanus didn't have enemies. None that you could think of at least. But at the moment you couldn't think as you tried to come to terms with what just has happened.

"Oh my god...Sejanus..." You sobbed, feeling your legs give out from beneath you. Lucy Gray was quick to drop down beside you, wrapping her arms comfortingly. Though Sejanus' voice continued to ring out in the air.

The Mockingjays all flew around the crowd and trees, repeating his last words, "Y/N! Ma!"

His voice was scared, desperate for the ones he had loved most. A District boy turned Capital turned rebel. you stared as the ground in horror, tears streaming down your face as your body shook with sobs and shock. Lucy Gray was gently rubbing your back but you couldn't feel it. You couldn't feel anything. Just numb.

So Lucy Gray allowed you to remain like that, sobbing until there was no tears left. Your eyes and face red and puffy, a blank and lost look in your eye. By the time you even got to your feet, a majority of the crowd had left.

"No...don't look," Lucy Gray had gently ordered, keeping your gaze down from the sight of the tree. You were shaking, and nothing like the best friend she had known. She wrapped a supportive arm around you before leading you out of the area without another look behind you both.

Coriolanus felt his own stomach churn as he had heard he snap of his former classmate, his squad member swung behind him, and watched as you had fallen to your knees in pure anguish. As the look in your eyes turned from hopeful and light to a blank and pained look. All for Sejanus. Maybe he had more of an influence than Coriolanus originally had thought. The same boy who had gotten himself into more trouble than he was worth.

The very same boy he had met on the playground when they were eight, the same boy who had given him the gum drops, the one who Coriolanus had almost died for in the arena, the reason he had to kill.

But then he had to remind himself that it was not his fault. He had to report Sejanus, he was trouble, a rebel. Sejanus had been ruining everything with his guilt and urge to help others. But that was all over now. Sejanus was no more.

Poor Sejanus.

Poor sweet, foolish, dead Sejanus.

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[janoschthecat]

Demon Slayer headcanons | their s/o loves cats

Info:

This is gender neutral, everyone can read this

I love cats so much, their the best pets

Characters: Rengoku, Giyuu, Inosuke, Mitsuri

Rengoku:

he loves all animals

Rengoku accidentally scares a lot of cats away, because of his loud voice

it makes him kinda sad

you have to tell him to be quiet all the time when you see a cat

he now is used to you making a quick “shhhhhhhhh” sound and running off into a random direction because you saw a cat

you‘re amusing to him

the first time you took some of the food from the dinner table and put it outside he was really confused

after all, he wanted to eat that 🥲

”Little Flame, what are you doing?”

you explained to him that you wanted to attract cats to come near you’re place

Rengoku doesn’t understand, but it doesn’t bother him

He doesn’t have anything against your obsession with the fluffy fur balls, but that you take some of his food is just confusing him.

Giyuu:

definitely a cat person

he once saw you stare at a few baby kittens for 3 hours

it kinda disturbs him

cats love him

Giyuu thinks you’re really cute, when you play with cats on the street

he reminds you of a cat

you once brought a black cat with ozean blue eyes back home, just to show him that the cat looks like him

you named the cat “Giyu”

”Giyuu! Look! Giyu came back. Can you please bring me some fish?”

he goes and brings you some fish, just like you said

”Did you really have to name him that way, it’s weird…”

Giyuu sometimes gets jealous of all the cats, then you have to cuddle with him and let your fingers run through his soft hair

Giyuu just finds you adorable, he loves everything about you. Just the name of the black cat…

Inosuke:

100% sure he tried to fight a cat before

he lost, the cat was too smart

Inosuke finds you weird

“Why are you protecting that little demon there!?”

thinks cats are demons

he’s kinda right, kittens are demons

”What are you saying!? That’s no demon, it’s a cat, a really cute cat to be accurate!”

Inosuke thinks you’re crazy for enjoying the company of cats

he doesn’t like cats at first

you once took his hand and guided it so that his hand would pet the cat, he was immediately amazed by the fluffy and warm fur

maybe cats aren’t that bad

Bringing a cat near him will either end in a fight or a cuddle session.

Mitsuri:

you two are made for each other

she loves cats just as much as you do

”Look over there s/o! That is such a cute cat!”

the two of you sometimes spend an entire evening together petting cats

You adopted a white cat with a black heart mark on it’s chest, because you thought it would be a nice surprise for Mitsuri

she’s looks like the happiest person in the world when you showed her the cat, Mitsuris eyes practically sparked

She loves it that you two have the same mindset, but she would love you no matter what.

That’s it, my first post. I hope you like it. Sorry for getting a bit lazy with Mitsuris part! 💕

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[lostin7hsky]

HIM

warning:none

Note: So since you answered my emergency request once too ,and i knew youre mental health was'nt the best ,AND one of youre most loved character were shuichi ,i just thought i make you a Story ^^ I Hope you Like it! Stay hydrated <33 @what-the-stories-have-foretold

You we're in the bed lying beside him, arm and leg thrown over his chest.His hand put on youre free side, while the other one works on his Laptop.Quietly you cuddled him ,he lightly carrest youre side, every once in a while admiring youre face and kissing youre forehead.He should'nt be so comfortable,he should'nt just lie here with you by his side,he should know that you could get in horrible danger.But as long as he can protect you, you would be alright.Tired he closed the laptop and put it to the side,tugged the blanket over you and himself and driftet to sleep.

IHIHIHIHIHIHI♥️HE IS SO COOL<333

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[writeawaythepain]

Dirty Dancing

 Illinois x (gn!reader)

NOT NSFW! Its a pun! Get it cause they’re covered in dirt, and they're dancing?-

tw: alcohol (just a little)

Word Count:  1.5k

Prompts: F 23 - “If you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" "Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it." F 12 - "I might have had a few shots." 17 - "Prove it."

Summary: You and Illinois are celebrating a job well done after an adventure at a local pub, you both get just a little tipsy and decide to celebrate with some dancing.

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You took a long sip from the drink in your hand before gently slamming it onto the table with a satisfied sigh. You don’t usually drink very often, but you and Illinois decided you were gonna celebrate this one. It wasn’t every day you solve an unsolvable riddle and finally find the lost emerald of the Angel Islands. The same one adventurers had been searching for, for decades.

The alcohol tingled in your throat and you could feel a warm sensation flow through your body. You relaxed back into your chair, body aching from dodging all those traps and getting covered in nicks and bruises. In fact, you and Illinois probably looked like ghosts with all the dust and grime covering your bodies along with your slightly tattered clothing. You both hadn’t bothered showering in all the excitement, hygiene could wait. Right now you just wanted to soak in a job well done.

“Can I see it?” You ask him. He pulls the emerald out of his bag, and you see the lights of the pub reflect off its smooth green surface. He tries to dust it off with his sleeve, but all he accomplishes is moving some of the dirt around, so he holds it out to you. You reach out a hand to take it, and he gently places it into your palm, fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

You hold it up to the light and spin it gently, even with the dust covering it you could see the bright green color of the emerald and all the perfectly cut geometric shapes reflecting inside of it. “I think this is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever held.” You say in awe.

“Well, that’s hurtful seeing as though you’ve held onto me at least once~,” Illinois speaks in a relaxed but confident tone. You look up at him, he was holding his chin in his hand while resting his elbow on the table. He was sitting across the table from you and was looking right into your eyes. You don’t know if it was the adrenaline of finding the treasure, the dim lighting of the pub, or the booze, but he just looks so, so serene. And, well, pretty. Really pretty. You know he flirts with anyone and everyone as a joke, but you can’t help but have your heart skip a beat whenever he looks at you with those dark brown eyes of his. They always had a mischievous glint to them, as if they were always hiding something, just out of reach.

“Ha. Ha- I meant like an object, I don’t think I’ve ever held anything so valuable.” You respond sarcastically. He smirks.

“The gems pretty an all, but I’d rather look at you any day.” There’s the usual flirt. “You’re more valuable than any fancy rock.” That- that one surprised you. Your eyes widened. For some reason, that line felt different than his usual flirts. It sounded more personal. Almost…genuine. You searched his eyes for some sort of sign that he was joking, but he just looked back at you. His expression, almost dreamy.

“How much did you have to drink again, Illy?” You ask, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.

"I might have had a few shots." He responds chuckling. “But I’m just being honest! You don’t give yourself enough credit. I never would have found that emerald without you. Hell, I’ve been trying to solve that riddle for years!” Your cheeks are probably red now. Illinois. THE Illinois was complimenting, YOU. The cocky bastard who calls himself pretty without a second thought was praising your riddle-solving ability?! You hid your flustered face as you took another sip from your glass. You had to take him out for drinks more often.

A group of a few performers started playing some music on the small stage they had in the pub, and you could see a few people get up and start dancing. Most of them were couples holding hands swaying to the smooth tones being played throughout the pub. You smiled at the scene, it seemed like they were having fun. Illinois noticed your expression and a grin started to grow on his face. You could hear his chair slide out as he got up and made his way over to you. 

He bowed slightly, and extended his hand out to you, “May I have this dance, partner~” You can't help but snort at his cheesiness, but when he didn’t back down your eyes widened.

“Are you kidding? Illinois I can’t dance!” You say incredulously. Instead of taking his hand, you reach to put the emerald back in Illinois's bag, but before you can pull your hand away again, Illinois gently grabs your wrist. 

“I didn’t ask if you were any good. I asked if you wanted to dance, with me.” The last part came out way softer than you’ve ever heard him speak. It made your heart skip a beat, and, what were you going to do? Say no to the hot Indiana Jones rip-off that managed to steal your heart with his rugged charms and southern accent? You weren’t an idiot! You hesitantly place your hand in his outstretched one, and he smirks.

“Do you even know how to dance?” You ask, still a bit unsure. He scoffs, and puts on a mock offended expression.

“Do I know how to dance?” He mimics is a bad impression of your voice. Now it’s your turn to look offended. “How about you just follow me and find out~” He winks at you before gently leading you to the dance floor. Oh gods you weren’t going to survive this.

He turns to face you and puts your hand on his shoulder. He puts his own hand on your waist and grabs your other hand with his free one. “Just follow my steps darlin’, I know you're a genius but just, don’t think too hard, ok? Just feel the rhythm of the music.” You take a deep breath and try to relax, you look down and follow his footsteps as best as you can, only stepping on his feet once or twice. “See your-  ow-  You’re doing great handsome/beautiful-  agh-” 

“I’m sorry! I told you I’m not good-!” You apologize. He just smiles and laughs.

“You’re doing fine darlin’, I’ve been through way worse. We’ve both been through worse just today, actually.” You smile and laugh as well.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” You both start to get into a comfortable rhythm, stepping and swaying to the music. You got lost in the feeling of the moment, the atmosphere felt almost magical. You forgot all about your aching body and all the dirt covering you both from head to toe, you were just fully captivated by this moment.

That was until Illinois got an idea, and shot you a smirk. Oh no, what was he planning? Just as the music ended on its last note, and before you even knew what was really happening, Illinois moved his hand across your back, spinning you slightly and pulling you into a dip. You stare into his eyes, his face only a few inches from yours. You were both panting slightly, and your eyes were locked on each other. Illinois slowly starts to lean in a little closer...

...before he quickly plants a small kiss on your nose. Surprised and incredibly flustered you push yourself out of his arms. He starts laughing so hard that you can see tears forming in the corner of his eyes. You try to hide your own smile at the ridiculousness of this whole situation, and instead start to scold him.

“What was that!? I swear, if you do that again I will throw you out the window you- what are you doing?" He stops laughing to turning his head towards the window. Looking outside, you could see the pub was on the side of a cliff.

"Checking how high the drop is to see if it's worth it~" Your face was enough to make him erupt into laughter again. You just sigh, crossing your arms.

Finally, his fit of laughter stops. He walks up to you, putting both his hands on your shoulders. “Aw come on sweetheart, I’m just teasing. You know I love you.” You blink, taken aback by his words, did he really just say that? He couldn’t be drunk already, you were watching him, he only had like 2 shots of whiskey. So where was this coming from? You decided not to question it, and instead see if he was really being genuine, or just messing with you again. Oh, gods above you hoped this wasn’t a joke. 

“Oh really, you love me? Prove it.” Wow ok, I guess his confidence was starting to rub off on you. His smirk grows into a full, genuine smile. He gently takes your hand again, and when you squeeze it in affirmation, he dips you again, and this time, he doesn’t miss.

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[z1pn]

Requests?

I've written very few fics for some friends and all were ok but if i could get into it i might get better so if i could get some requests?

Fandoms i write for:

Haikyuu

Genshin Impact

Attack on Titan

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

Demon Slayer

Harry Potter

My Hero Academia

If you want to request a different fandom i may or may not do it but go ahead if you'd like! also i mostly write male or gender neutral reader but if the request asks for a female reader i will happily write! I also write any genre for instance smut fluff angst whatever you ask!

if you have any requests please ask i would like to write as soon as i can!

#genshin x reader #haikyuu x reader #aot x reader #tbhk x reader #demon slayer x reader #harry potter x reader #Wizarding world x reader #bnha x reader #X male reader #Xgn!reader #X fem!reader #smut #fluff #angst #request

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hey sorry if this doesn’t interest u feel free to ignore but i had a request i was wondering if you could do one with larissa x reader where the reader can get really overwhelmed easily so when things don’t do their way or maybe a really rowdy classroom the reader just freaks out so they go to larissa and just cry in her lap and she comforts the reader. i just really need a hug from my favourite principal anyways again feel free to ignore i hope u have a wonderful day or night :)

Hi hi hi anon!! Thank your for interacting and sending in this request! I would absolutely love to write this for you 🥰Have a lovely day. Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Finally Seen ~Motherly!Larissa Weems xGN Student!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: Fluff, Anxiety attack, anxiety, overstimulation, sense of overwhelming, little Angst, age gap(all legal), comfort fic, physical affection, hugging, etc.

Enjoy (:

The minute you had stepped into your third period class, you could feel the overstimulation in the air. You already had high anxiety this morning, and this class was by far the worst for your anxiety…

You sat down at a desk with an anxious pit in your stomache, and class begun. You always sat in the back, out of sight and out of mind.

Even though all you wanted was for once, someone to notice you weren’t okay…

A group of werewolf boys were always roudy in this class, and the teacher was always yelling at them to settle down. Then there were the whispers and gossip train of the vampires on the other end of the classroom. Plus the lesson being taught which you had to pay attention you. It all just got worse and worse as the minutes slowly went by.

Your heart was in your throat, your fists were clenched tightly and were white. You had given up on any note taking. You were just trying to focus on even breathing and not combusting in front of the whole class. It was all too much. Too overwhelming.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened. Your breath hitched slightly as Principal Weems walked in. She went over to your teacher and whispered a few things before going to exit again. But before she left, she turned around and scanned the rows of students. You gulped as her gaze lingered on you for what felt like longer than normal.

Save me…

You thought.

“Miss L/N, could I speak to you out in the hall for a moment?” Principal Weems’ voice echoed you back to reality.

You gulped again and clumsily made your way across the classroom and outside into the hall. Once Ms. Weems had closed the door, she her gaze met your frame. You couldn’t do anything but look at the ground.

“Miss L/N, are you quite alright…? You look pale…” the woman concerningly asked.

No, I’m not alright!!

“Yea im Fine” you mumbled, lying through your teeth.

Please see through me! Please see me!!

Principal Weems hummed in recognition of your words and paused for a moment. She then bent down to your level, and directed your chin with her hand, so that your gaze finally met hers.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem fine, love…” she gently pushed.

Your lip trembled slightly. And your eyes were frantic as tears started to well up in them.

“I… no… I’m not I’m sorry…” you choked out, screwing your eyes shit tight for fear of her rejection.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Darling. Would you accompany back to my office for a cup of tea?”

You blinked multiple times as your teary eyes finally looked back at the principal. Her face was filled with concern and care. Her eyes were soft and loving, not professional and stern anymore. You gulped and nodded. The woman then smiled and nodded, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly, as she led you to her office.

“M-my stuff…?” You squeaked out, as she was opening the door to her office.

“I will have my assistant go get your things. No need to worry, love…” She reassured you.

The woman placed you on her sofa by the fire, and then she quickly brewed two cups of tea, returning to you, and hanging you a cup.

“Thank you, Principal Weems…” you whispered, as she sat down a couple feet apart from you on the other end of the sofa.

The blonde hummed and nodded, “You can call me Larissa when we’re alone if you like.”

You sucked in a breath, still quite anxious, and nodded. You took a sip of your tea.

“Would you like to talk about it…?”

Suddenly, your tears were back. They welled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. You set your tea aside to frantically wipe your tears away. Larissa quickly set her cup down as well, coming over to you and rubbing your back reassuringly.

Her touch felt nice…

“It’s just… It gets too much for me… sometimes… and I… N-no one has ever noticed…” you choked out through your silent tears.

“I understand. I used to get anxiety attacks in my student years as well. You’re not alone, love…” the blonde softly comforted you.

You leaned into the woman’s touch, ending up with your head against her chest, and your tears staining her dress. You started to pull back, but the woman stopped you.

“It’s okay, Darling…” Larissa said as if she knew exactly what you were asking for.

She then guided you to lay across her, fully on her lap, as she continued to stroke your back. Your shuddery, short breaths started to slowly even out. The woman let you talk and vent as long as you needed, until eventually you were calmed down.

Your things had been dropped off at your dorm she told you. And she said for you to take the rest to the day off. As Larissa led you out of her office, you wrapped your arms around the tall woman, hugging her. Stunned for a second but quick to melt into the embrace, the principal comforted you with her embrace. She then reminded you that her door was always open, before sending you on your way.

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Larissa Weems Masterlist

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[morallyinept]

My Protector - A Joel Miller GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 500

Scoville Smut Rating: None, you're safe. However, there are mentions of blood.

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here

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Enjoy! 🖤

This GIFLET is inspired by the below GIF 👇🏻

"Joel, wh-what do I do? There's so much blood! Stay with me!" You press over the wound as hard as you can.

"I'm stayin' with ya. Listen to me! Ya gotta be quick. Ya need to get it out! Okay?" He wheezes.  

"Okay!"

"I'll walk ya through it." He groans out loudly. "Y'can do this. I need ya to do it!"

You nod frantically, hands shaking. So wet and shiny with his blood. 

"It's gunna bleed. Real fast. Ya gotta push on it, as soon as it's out, ya hear me?"

"Yeah." 

"On three. Do it! One, two-"

You push in before one and he knew you would. Was counting on it. He groans and breathes through it; grinding his teeth, neck cords straining, whilst you apologise over and over because you don't know what else to say. 

"Almost got it. Hold on, Joel."

He squeezes your shoulder, gripping it so tightly that it starts to ache; burning under his crush. 

"That's it, keep squeezing. Work through it." You chant at him and he punches the table top with his other fist in pain.

You extract the bullet from his wet, spongy flesh, fast but with clumsy precision.

"I got it! It's out!" You exclaim, then you feel it gush. All over your hand, his blood. He was right, there's a lot. Too much.

His eyes close, head lolling. 

You press down onto the wound as hard as you can, keeping him all in. Your full weight behind it.

"Joel! Stay with me!"

"JOEL!"  

He sits bolt upright in the bed with a strangled whimper. It shakes you awake. He clutches at his chest.

"Joel?" You murmur sleepily. 

You sit up and he's sweating. Grey curls matted to his forehead and nape. He immediately turns from you, head in his hands as he throws off the sheet swinging his legs out. 

"Bad dream?" You enquire, gently.

"M'fine." He murmurs back coldly.

It takes him two days to tell you.

During that time you're patient, you don't push. He might not show it, but he's grateful that you never push.

But it's gotten to him. Rattled him this time. Furrowed in, uprooting his skin from the bone. 

In all of the bad dreams he's had, he's never left you, not once. Not like that.

But this time he did.

And it terrified him.  

"I died." Joel murmurs as you're both winding up a hill one afternoon after scouting for supplies.

It halts you. Then he stops, owing you clarification. 

"The other night, the dream." He says. "I died." 

You go to speak, but he stops you, shaking his head. 

"I left ya" He croaks. "I couldn't protect ya anymore." His voice breaks; the daylight reflects off the tears that pool in the corners of his eyes. He blinks them away rapidly.  

You go to him then; arms reaching for him, and he lets you catch him as he falters, just for a second. 

For a second, he lets you protect him.

🖤

#joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller xgn!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x m!reader #joel miller angst #joel miller fic #joel miller story #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #jett's giflets #jett's writing #jett's pedro boys #the last of us #the last of us fic

[glxyaaandromeda]

Never Enough

Pairing/s: Sparrow! Ben x GN! Reader Warning/s: Unrequited love, that’s all. I think A/N: I’m not really sure if this is a angst love besides this is just a drabble, feedbacks / coffee are very much appreciated! ***

It wasn’t like him to feel this desperate for someone to love him genuinely. It wasn’t like him to not join Christopher at parties to hook up with some random women, he want to change himself, he want to be that Ben that you’ve been talking about since you appear in their timeline. This made him feel sick to his core, seeing them being happy with his other self, he really wish that it was him. “I’ve finally come to accept the fact that you will never think I’m good enough for you.” He looked at you with an almost teary eye. He’s angry, but not for you or for his other Ben. He’s angry with himself because he could’ve done much better but he turns out this way and he wishes that you were always there to comfort him. You enjoy his presence that’s for sure, but you’re not sure if you’ll be able to handle his narcissistic personality. You see him more than as a friend, nothing else. You’re about to walk back to the hotel obsidian to catch up with others but he grabs your wrist. “Thank you for existing, even though we didn’t end up together, you gave me another reason to be a better person.”  It was very unlikely of him to thank someone genuinely but that’s the least he could do for being able to meet you.

#drabble #ben hargreeves #x reader #xgn reader #the umbrella academy #the sparrow academy #writelr #writers of tumblr #one shot #justin h min #do you think sparrow ben will redeem himself because I do think he will

[senjusonlygirlfriend]

Furry new Friend

𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏!𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝑮𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒘/𝑻𝒘: 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚'𝒔 𝒐𝒐𝒄 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔?, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

Also just wanted to say, if we can get to 500 by the end of November I’ll do a face reveal 🙃

@maehemthemisfit

Mikey had always wanted a cat when he was younger.There was just something about them that he has always loved even in his adult years. He may be a highly feared criminal, he still felt loneliness even with his dark impulses. Yes he had you- and he was beyond grateful that you had come into his life. But when meetings end early or when they don’t happen at all he feels a little bit bored when you’re not home. But tonight was different. Today the meetings had been re-sqeudwalled, which meant that he would be home earlier than normal. 

That was fine with him, he could entertain himself until you got home. As time ticked by he started to get worried. You would normally get home around 6:30pm, but now it was 7:15pm. Now Mikey had started slightly pacing back and forth, the rain on the window pounding harder and big claps of thunder boomed. Now, he was getting up to get ready to head out- when the door started to shake. He stopped, hunched over as he watched the door open to reveal you. Standing there was his lovely life-long partner drenched in rain water, their clothes clinging to them. Their hair was flat yet also somehow frizzy with rain water dripping from it. 

They were carrying a small box from under their flannel(that had done nothing against the rain) before taking it out. 

“Honey I’m sor-” 

You didn’t even get a word in before Mikey had engulfed you with a hug, you quickly had to move the box to the side before Mikey had crushed it. He squeezed you and stayed like that for a minute, before releasing you and checking for any injuries. While he did this, you kept on glancing over at the box. He had noticed this, glancing over at the box himself before glancing at you. You were looking at him, meeting his eyes. 

“Wanna see what’s in it?”

Your face broke out into a smile as you grabbed the box and sat it down on the ground. Grabbing Mikey’s hand, having him sit down with you. Lifting the box’s top revealed a small orange kitten. It couldn't have been more than 3 months old- it had orange and white stripes. The kitten was huddled up in one corner of the box, scared and shaking. Mikey looked at you who shook your head yes. Gently he scooped up the kitten and looked at it. 

“I’m gonna go get some towels for me and her, I’ll be right back.”

You disappeared into the bathroom to get towels and probably to change clothes. Mikey set the kitten down, letting it stand up. He watched as her head had looked around the room before back at Mikey. She had caustally approached him before pawing at his leg. A small smile spread through his face as he scratched her head, making her purr in happiness. You then walked back in, sitting down beside the both of them in dry clothes. 

“Where did you find her? Is she why you’re late?”

Mikey questioned as he was now scratching her belly. 

“Yeah, I was rushing out of the office because it was starting to rain and the alley she was in had a small shop with that roof thing over it. I heard meowing near the area I was in and checked it out. Decided to bring her home. My phone died at the office so I couldn't call and tell you I would be late.” 

The kitten had now lost interest and was now looking around the spacious living room. She was curious, but also cautious about her surroundings. Both you and Mikey watched as you lean your head on his shoulder, his hand intertwined with yours. Mikey still had that small fond smile on his face and he watched her jump onto the couch, snuggling into one of the soft blankets. 

“Can we keep her?”

Mikey's tone was soft and quiet when he asked- as if a child was asking their parents if they could get a toy they wanted. Your face scrunched up in confusion before it changed to delight. 

“Of course we can! No need to ask me, we’ll have to get everything that we need for her though….” Mikey listened to you ramble about the different things the two of you needed to get, finally happy that the house would be a little more lively. 

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers xreader #tokyo revengers xgn!reader #bonten #bonten mikey x reader #mikey x reader #mikey fluff #he's soft for cats #you can't tell me otherwise #they love him

[thesoleilla]

Flufftober Day 1: [Alt prompt n°2]: Caught in the rain

Fandom: Bungo stray dogs Masterlist

Ship: Higuchi x reader

Warnings: Guns, a bit of swearing

You and Higuchi had always been colleagues, it couldn't have been anything other than that right?

Ichiyo Higuchi:

The day was already tiring enough because you had an important dangerous mission to carry on with Higuchi, but just after you both FINALLY got the informations you needed and had to walk towards the unofficial bus stop; it should have been a good rest compared to the mission right? Well... as if it couldn't get worse, it was a rainy day.

But you swore you took your umbrella this morning!Where did it go? Uh..oh

Well, it was there at least; the head was just broken making the umbrella completely useless! ...you must have broken it during the mission somehow...shit that was bad.

Yes, you're a mafia member and are disturbed by water falling on your head, has anybody got a problem with that? You were just tired from the mission and hoped the walk would be relaxing!

But... what is Higuchi doing with her gun? Did she forget or break her umbrella too? Does she want to shoot at the rain to intimidate it?

She pointed her weapon towards the sky... wait Higuchi I was joking when I thought you wanted to intimidate the rain ok!!?

WAIT HIGUCHI DON'T PULL THE TRIGGER FOR THIS- oh. An umbrella. hidden in a gun. So cool where did you get that Higuchi?

You were staring in awe of her sick umbrella or maybe of higuchi who knows "Y/N? Did you forget your umbrella?"

"Uh-you showed her the broken umbrella- I mean it's here but-"You awkwardly laughed, trying to ignore how ridiculous this situation was.

"Oh!Let's just share mine then!" She smiled as she put her gun between the two of you and called you to come closer for rain protection and only for that right?

You eventually started closing the space between the both of you and fully protecting yourself from the rain, even if your tummy ached more and more as you got closer to her... You had been together on missions for such a long time! Why was today any different for your body? Why did each of your organs suddenly start heating up and beating against your skin as if you were about to die? You found no answers... except-no, it couldn't be that right? She was just a colleague, nothing more! Mori just decided your abilities and personalities worked well together! This was absolutely nothing more!

But still, the weird feeling just wouldn't go away. No matter how hard you tried to dismiss it, it was here. It had always been. And now that there was no mission in hand to distract you, you had no idea what to think.

You were so distracted by the feeling of her hand close to yours, you just couldn't think straight. You both were just walking towards the bus stop in full silence, enjoying your internal fuzzyness even if it was consuming you fully.

Inconsciously, you both were starting to get closer; and your head was now resting on her shoulder while your hand was on top of hers.

The tension was killing you. Of course, you enjoyed this; but how would you deal with this later on? You almost wanted it to come to an end; and nervously waited for the bus stop.

But when you got to your destination, someone had blown up the stop's roof! So now you'd have to wait for the bus to come for the tension to go away... great.

Higuchi and you looked at eachother nervously, nobody knowing what to say... but a while after that, when you finally achieved chit-chat it was the best time of your life.

Seeing her face that close, witnessing her excitement so close; every single twitch in her face as she recalled disgusting things: you adored it. But the umbrella was still in the way, hiding some of her features...

Your body was forcing you to get rid of it. A little rain couldn't hurt anyways right? You just wanted your face closer to hers. By any way.

You both dropped the umbrella at the same time, and since you both wanted to get closer your face met midway, almost forcing you into a kiss. Because it wasn't forcing, you both opened your mouths naturally and slowly, softly kissed. Your lips were as made to collide with eachother, and every single one of her touches were so delicate towards you, you were burning inside; your body going wild at the sudden touch.

When you broke the kiss, small laughs filled the air as you both smiled at eachother, grateful for what had happened.

"And your umbrella? It must be pretty far because of all that wind!"

"Our love can protect us from anything, it's not a stupid rain that's going to kill us! Well if you do want the umbrella we could go get it and-"

"Hey Higuchi. It's ok, the bus is coming soon anyways, we'll be protected in it!"

But when the port mafia bus finally came, it had no roof, it looked like it was lost in an explosion; did someone really bother breaking the roofs of every port mafia places? The bus driver looked like he had already lost his will to live due to this!

"I found this just after the explosion, does anyone know who it's from?" He called out, waving what looked like Dazai's coat at you.

"Well, guess rain kissses are gonna have to last a bit longer.."

@flufftober

A/N: first day of flufftober! Tbh I almost included the original Prompt into this but I was too lazy to do it x) also fun fact this was supposed to have a poe x reader ver too so yk👀 might make it when I'm not lazy anymore lmao

#flufftober2022 #alt 2 #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #higuchi x reader #higuchi xgn!reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gn!reader #bsd higuchi #bsd higuchi x reader #higuchi ichiyo

[fvck-the-rest]

Megumi Fushigiro x GN reader

Warnings: None/ just Megumi not knowing how to function, fluffy and cute.

There are not many things in this world the Megumi loves and will protect with his life if it came down to it. You were one of those things that he would risk all just to make sure you were still living and having the best of your life.

Right now was not one of those times that he was willing to risk everything for you. After plotting with Nabara and Yuji, he is now standing in the doorway to your room, with a face of whipped cream.

The three of you were sitting on your bed laughing at Megumi who is still standing in the doorway and hadn't moved once.

You decided that he has been standing there long enough and got the towel that was on the nightstand to go and clean him of the whipped cream. Though you would have liked to see how long it would take for him to him, as almost ten minutes had already passed.

#megumi x reader #jjk x reader #xgn reader #fvck-the-rest #fluff #fushiguro x reader

[s0m3b4rryth1ccfics]

My art under

#S0m3b4rry'S4rt

#S0m3b4rryth1ccfics!!! #S0m3b4rryBloodyfics #S0m3b4rry's4rt #masterlist #xmale reader #xgn reader #gn!reader #male!reader

[anoncausewhynot]

Marble hornets masterlist

Masky

Cashiering sucks, but you make it a bit better

Stalking headcanons

Last moments

Tall S/O

What's mine is mine and what's yours is also mine

Reader who randomly starts crying

The hunter and the prey

Hoody

Movie night with Hoody

Tall S/O

Savior

#marble hornets #masky #hoody mh #masky x reader #hoodyxreader #xfemale reader #xgn reader #xreader #writing #tim wright #masterlist

[lostin7hsky]

Late at night

Note: This is just a HC that i got in the middle of the night, enjoy <;3 @what-the-stories-have-foretold

Song you should defently listen while Reading this : left bank two by the noveltones

I dont know why but i can totally imagen shuichi waking up ,late at night because he's a light sleeper and his Lover moves a lot around in sleep 😭♥️just imagen him, he suddenly wakes Up because youre kicking him since you tried turning to the side in youre sleep xD and then He just grabes youre leg and puts you back into the right position so he can continue to sleep. He always tried to tease you with this but you just end up apologizing over and over again because you feel bad for waking him up when he already cant sleep well .

#Akai Shuichi #Akai #Shuichi #Akai Shuichi x Reader #Akai x Reader #Shuichi x Reader #Akai Shuichi x gn!Reader #Akai x gn!Reader #Shuichi xgn!Reader #Detektiv Conan #Detektiv Conan x Reader #Detektiv Conan x gn!Reader #Detectiv conan #Detectiv conan x reader #Detectiv conan x gn!Reader #DC #DCxreader #DCxgn!Reader #Detektiv Conan Magic Kaito #Detektiv Conan Magic Kaito x Reader #Detektiv Conan Magic Kaito x gn!Reader #DCmk #Dcmkxreader #DCmk xgn!Reader #Subaru okiya #Subaru #Okiya #Subaru okiya x reader #Subaru x Reader #Okiya x Reader

[gomzwrites]

The taskforce 141’s favourite steamy moments 

Contain smut(18+), minors do not interact

a/n: I wanted to write something that the 141 members like the most whenever they have some spicy moment with the reader >:) so I decided to give smut writing a go! These are arranged based on length, I apologise for writing such a short one for Ghost as I was struggling to make it as gender-neutral as possible(if it still comes out as fem, Im so sorry!), maybe next time I’ll do specific gender one post at a time, but for now enjoy this mess :> Tags: xgn! Reader, dry humping/grinding, eating out(reader receiving), submissive, teasing, riding(implied sorta), biting, slightly possessive behaviour, hand job - let me know if i missed any tags reader's text is in purple PLEASE DO NOT RESHARE MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Simon Ghost Riley - taste

Ghost likes it when you run your fingers along his hair, soft and gentle as he closes his eyes and savour the gesture. But he likes it best when you scratch his hairline and lock your hands in his short blonde curls. 

Ghost has been in between your thighs since he dragged you into his room, he laps on your entrance as he sloppily licks up your sensitive sex, sinful slurping and moans filling the room. He works his tongue expertly, mixing those arousal juices with his saliva as he grunts and groans. You watch with teary, half-lidded eyes as he slowly retracts from your aching sex and trails teasing kisses around your thighs before he bites down as you jolt.

S-simon…! 

You whine out his name as he hums and graze his teeth along your thighs, taking his sweet time as he watches you grow increasingly desperate, turning into a whimpering mess on his bed because of him.

He spread your leg further as he let his tongue dance against you, watching your back arches up as he moan into your sex, causing a shiver to run down your spine as his deep husky voice reverberated through your entire body. He looks up to you with those dark eyes that are blown out and filled with desire, hungrily pinning your hips down with his eyes alone. 

“Be good”, was all he said before he latch onto you again as he devour you like there was no tomorrow. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

John Soap MacTavish - wants

You struggle to breathe properly as your chest is fully pressed on top of your desk, now messy and with papers and reports that are scattered about and long forgotten. 

Grunts and moans filled your room as Soap has your hands pinned on top of your head, his other hand grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your hips that always leave purplish-red marks the next day. 

“Fuck y/n…..” Soap slurs as he buckled his hip at your ass, both of you still have your gears and clothes on, leaving only the bulky vest on the floor as he grinds on you, so desperate, so fucking desperate. 

He leans down to bite on the back of your neck causing you to moan as you feel his tongue lap at the bite marks and suck gently to soothe the flesh, now littered with goosebumps. You can feel how warm and hot he is from your back despite the layers of clothes, and you can hear his heartbeat too when he starts thrusting you faster, harsher, pressing his chest and his hips on you, as if he’s moulding your entire body as both of you are mushed together perfectly. 

‘It's not enough…” he growls as he continues grinding on you, voice getting lower as he frowns and bites down on your neck again, another mark as he lets out pants of frustration, you gasp and moan at his bites as you push your hips back to meet his.

‘Yeah just like that…fuck…..fuck. me.” he lets out a deep sigh as both of you fight to push your hips towards each other to be impossibly close, you can feel it too, you can feel how he angles his hip so that every time he snaps and presses onto you, you can feel his tip poking at your entrance, making you roll your eyes back as you sob softly.

You want him, just as badly as he wants you.  God it’s not enough, it’s never enough at all and yet every single fucking time, he does it still, it's too painfully good to stop, to pause this heating moment to remove some fabric, no, there’s no way he’ll stop, it's as if he’s afraid that doing so will result in these pent-up emotions and arousal slipping away.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Captain John Price - voice

John likes it when you hold back your moans and voices whenever you guys do it in his office, since his room is in the centre of the base, that means there are other rooms besides, and the walls are not exactly the thickest.

Sure, he absolutely loves your moans and the way you scream his name whenever he pounds you hard never fails to make him lost in ecstasy. But nothing riles him up more than hearing the voices you make that only he gets to hear.

He loves it when you suppress your moans, because it makes it so your voice tends to become whinier, and more desperate, reaching a pitch that sometimes has surprised him and yourself. He loves it because when you try to be quiet by squeezing your head into his neck, mouth biting on his collar as he drags his thick cock in and out of you, he gets to hear all those little gasps and pretty little moans that are barely audible.

John loves it, and he absolutely likes to break that resolve of yours, he likes to push all the buttons to see you crumble before him, and he knows when he is on the right track when you start to pant harder, and those whimper escapes more as you shakily grab onto his arm, 

J-John….please…

he smirks as the pleas come spilling out from your mouth whenever you feel like you couldn't hold in your moans more.

“Awwww….too much?” 

He would whisper back into your ears as he draws out each word in his deep honey voice, hands coming down on your waist before he slams it down hard on his hip, causing a startled yelp and a jolt of shiver running down your spine and let out a string of suppressed curses and moans.

He chuckles deeply, hot breath fanning against your neck when he watches your eyes tear up and your mouth opens as you let out a silent scream, still holding on as you shake your head and mutter to him, “N-no…m-my voice-” you didn’t finish your words as he clashes his mouth with yours, swallowing your pitiful pleas before biting down your lower lip as he pulls back, smirking as he bites down your shoulder.

“Let it out”, he challenges you with a raspy voice as he kisses the bite marks around your neck and nibbles softly when he coos at you, watching you squirm around as he gives you a mischievous look, oh he is going to, and will bully you until he has you screaming his name.  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Kyle Gaz Garrick - hands

Kyle loves it whenever you take your time and tease him with your hands, you can feel how his thigh muscle tensed up and how he let out his breath shakily whenever you trail your finger around him. He always likes it when you start slow, gently trailing along his neck first as you kiss and softly nibble his ears, before you slip your hands down lower as you rest it on his chest, and those eyes….those big doe eyes of yours whenever you look up to him and whisper so sweetly, honey tone dripping out from your irresistible mouth absolutely drives him mad every time, and send his head into a spiral heat of want.

You like it, hm?

He gives a nod as he lay back on the sofa, completely melting under you touch as he squeezes his eyes shut when he feels your teasing hand trailing around his chest, sometimes flicking his nipples that cause him to jolt as you giggle,

Mhm, you do like it…

Fuck, you’ve barely done anything and he already feels like his losing his mind, only being able to nod frantically as words fail to come into his mind. As you slowly reach down, resting your palm just shy above his pants, his grip on your hip tightens as he desperately wants you to go lower, to give him what he wants. He loves it because you always manage to rile him up, giving some relief but never enough, it's like you knew exactly how he works. 

Hmmmmm what do you want…pretty boy?

You whisper back teasingly as you brush your lips against his ear, you watch as his boxers get tighter when his arousal increases, even a small stain was visible now the more you tease him with the nickname, his favourite one, among all the other things you call him.

“Ah fuck….please y/n…”

He begs as you slowly pull down his boxers, bit by bit as he lifts his hips up on instinct to help you remove them, then you slowly let him free of these hellish restrictions, and you make sure your hand doesn't touch his hard cock that flings up as you remove the boxers, watching the red angry tip leaking as he lets out a content sigh. Yet as free as he is at the moment, he needs more.

“y/n….god…please….”

He whines softly again as you rest your hand on his V-line, trailing those deep beautiful grooves as you hum idly and press your body against his. You continue moving your hand along the V-line before you lightly ghost his cock with the middle knuckle of your index finger, running it all the way from his tip to the base. 

Please what hm?

He lets out another whimper when you tease him again, trying to be good as he bites his lower lip to stop himself from flinching so much from how sensitive and needy he is, he nuzzles into your neck as he pleaded with a desperate tone, voice crackling at the end as he gulps in between words. 

“Please….fuck….please touch me….touch my cock…need to feel you please….”

You chuckle as you kiss his cheek and snake your hand down to hold the base of his cock, watching him buck his hip up to seek those sweet, sweet friction. Who are you to deny him when he begged so nicely?

Good boy~ 

you whisper back huskily as you wrap your hands around his length, he takes a sharp inhale and lets out a trembling moan as he slung his head back to the top of the couch, his hand holding your hips, to ground himself as you start moving your hands around his cock, sliding upwards as you wipe the precum of the tip, teasing the tip as you slowly pump your hand down and watch another string of precum leak and flow down his length, you run your thumb along that one prominent vein as you press on it slightly, the agonizing slow speed you’re doing makes Kyle gasp as he frown and grab your hips tighter,

“fuck, so good….hmm fuck your hands….ah…”, he lets out a loud moan lightly when you kiss his ear lobe, whispering sweet nothing as you attack his ear with your tongue, moaning and letting sloppy noises consume his head, you take this opportunity to reach out and interlace your finger with his other hand as well to overwhelm him in every sense.

He prays internally as he tries his best not to come right here right now, you just started stroking him but he already feels like he’s about to explode. He can’t help it when he can feel your hands, every crease of your finger swiping along his girth as you pump slowly again, god and your thumb? Whenever you use it to press down on him he swears his vision goes white for a moment.  

“Don't stop….” 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

a/n: yes yes I know yet another longer section for Gaz, I am, and forever will be biased towards our babygirl, YOU CAN'T STOP ME *runs*

#cod mw22 #cod mwii #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod imagines #mw2 x reader #cod fanfic #mw2 fanfic #cod smut #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #smut #gomzwrites

[night-raven-tattler]

What's your ideal type?

Summary: What would be the best traits for their potential partner to have?

Characters: Pomefiore dorm (Vil, Epel, Rook) xGN!Reader (separate, romantic)

Other parts of the series: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

Warnings: none

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Vil's ideal type would be...

Someone who appreciates fashion. Vil is a person with very refined, particular taste. It's important for you to also appreciate his tastes, even if you don't know much about them, in order to stay by his side.

Someone who is open to criticism. Being on a personal mission to make himself and the world around him the best it can be, Vil works tirelessly to improve. And that energy extends to the people around him. If you are willing to pay attention to his wisdom and opinions, you are a person Vil can appreciate.

Someone who is proud to be his partner. The Queen of Pomefiore, Mr Schoenheit herself, deserved to be venerated... but Vil is not looking for someone to kiss the dirt he walks on. He knows his worth, but he just wants someone to be proud of being with him for being who he is, from his public persona to the little nerd who reads the latest potion studies.

Someone who can deal with his overwhelming life. Vil has high standards that are hard to meet, and combined with his hectic schedule and his diminished privacy, Vil knows he would have a very hard time to find someone strong enough to date him. But if you at least try to meet him in the middle and try to find a comfortable place for the both of you, he would surely reciprocate in kind.

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Epel's ideal type would be...

Someone he can be himself with. It's a known fact Epel has a hard time picking what parts of his genuine personality he can show to the world while following Vil's guidance, and the mask often slips. From slipping into his accent to scratching his hands while climbing trees, Epel would feel more comfortable if the mask fell with someone that likes to see those parts of him, too.

Someone who likes apples. Would you be surprised to know that the Harveston boy who pretty much breathes apples every day would think disliking apples is a deal breaker? You need to at least tolerate them. If you happen to have an apple allergy, you're on thin ice.

Someone he can be strong for. Epel has a very specific idea of what being a strong man means. While some of that image is not rooted in the best beliefs, Epel still thinks that partners are supposed to protect each other. If you're the only one being strong for him and treating him like a damsel in distress, it's gonna give his ego a huge hit.

Someone who waits for him to make the first move. An idea also rooted in what he thinks a strong man should be, Epel wants to prove his resolve in building a partnership by making the first move. It would take some time for him to do so, since he would need to deal with his whole "sappy romance is for losers" mentality first. But he'll appreciate you if you wait for him.

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Rook's ideal type would be...

Someone with a curious nature. Rook is in love with the whole known and unknown world, and wants to discover all of the world's beauties. And sometimes a hunter needs a right hand, following him closely and being part of the process. If you can be that for him, you'd get to see him at his most gleeful.

Someone who is open minded. A lover of beauty in all of its forms would need someone just as appreciative by his side. Even if you don't carry the same love he does, you can at least appreciate the things he does: trying to see the appeal of things he finds appealing would make his heart soar. After all, you're just trying to see a glimpse of the world through his eyes, non?

Someone who gives back the energy he gives to them. Rook's easily excitable nature can be off putting to some, and downright annoying to others. While he can deal with it, it can get exhausting. If you can respond to him with the same energy and try to meet him halfway, it would make his heart skip a beat.

Someone who can reign in his impulsive nature. Let's be honest, Rook is not known for his absolute patience. While he can monitor his targets until he gets what he wants, Rook can also jump into danger even if he is aware of the consequences. He needs you to grab his shoulder and look for alternatives, even if he would want you two to jump in together.

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