#you gotta start small and I keep forgetting that

[wispitty]

(short reacts) | "you're too good to me" + one piece men

summary: you did something nice because you care, but he wasn’t ready for how much that actually meant to him.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

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CROCODILE

He walks into his office late—tired, annoyed, and already pulling off his rings.

He pauses.

There’s a fresh mug of coffee waiting on his desk. His favorite blend. Exactly how he likes it. Alongside a box of his favorite cigars. And a neatly folded note in your handwriting:

“Don’t forget to breathe today.”

He stares at it.

Silent.

Then he sits.

Wraps one hand around the mug, rests his other elbow on the desk—forehead against his hook.

After a long breath:

“…She’ll ruin me like this.”

Later, he passes you in the hallway. Pauses beside you. Doesn’t look directly at you. Just mutters:

“You’re too good to me.”

And then? He walks away.

But his hand brushes yours as he goes. On purpose.

MIHAWK

You find him reading. Again. Posture stiff. A faint furrow in his brow.

You quietly set a plate beside him—fresh fruit, sliced the way he prefers. No words.

You turn to leave, but—

“Stay.”

You glance back.

He looks at the fruit. Then at you.

“You remember the details.”

A beat.

He lifts a slice slowly. Takes a bite. Looks out at the horizon like he’s not letting you see his expression.

“You’re too good to me.”

And under his breath?

“I wish I knew what to do with that.”

MARCO

You find him patching up someone else in the clinic. Again. Exhausted. Shirt streaked with blood. Eyes too tired.

You wait till he’s done, then silently hand him a glass of water and a sandwich—both of which you’ve clearly made just for him.

He blinks.

“You didn’t have to…”

You nudge the glass toward him. No sass. No teasing. Just… quiet care.

He smiles. Soft. Blown away.

“You’re too good to me, y’know that, yoi?”

A pause.

“Gotta start being worth all that.”

But you already know he is.

ACE

He’s sitting alone on the deck after coming back from a mission, hiding the bruises he got protecting someone else.

You find him. Sit beside him.

And quietly pull out a small med kit.

He tries to protest—“I’m fine, really—”

But you start gently tending to the bruises anyway. You don’t scold. You don’t make a scene.

You just… take care of him.

He goes quiet. Watches you like he doesn’t understand why someone would want to.

“You’re too good to me…”

He whispers it. Like it hurts.

And when you finish and kiss his forehead?

He holds your wrist and says—

“Please don't leave.”

SHANKS

You find him alone. For once.

Sitting on the edge of the ship. Staring out at the sea. Shoulders a little too still.

You sit beside him. Hand him a small flask with his favorite rum—the one he always shares, but never gets for himself.

He takes it. Looks at you.

And smiles—but this one’s different.

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.”

A pause.

“You keep this up, I might actually start believing I deserve it.”

He says it like a joke. But he doesn’t laugh.

LAW

You sneak into his medbay late at night. He’s fallen asleep at his desk—head on his arms, brow still furrowed in sleep.

You drape a blanket over him. Tuck a small thermos of hot tea near his elbow.

As you turn to leave, you whisper:

“Slow down, Law. You’re not alone anymore.”

You think he’s asleep.

But as soon as the door clicks shut, he lifts his head. Looks at the blanket. The tea. The way you’d straightened his scattered notes.

And whispers, stunned—

“…Too good to me. Too fuckin’ good, god damn it.”

Then buries his face in his arm again. To hide his face. The ache. Everything.

CORAZON

You find him sitting in your room—just keeping you company, like he always does.

It’s chilly tonight. So you drape your cutest, softest, fluffiest blanket over his shoulders without a word.

He startles. Stares at you.

You wink. Go back to work.

He looks down at the blanket. Then closes it tighter around himself.

You hear scribbling. You glance over. He passes you a note:

“You’re too good to me. Also, I’m never giving this back.”

You just smile.

“Then I guess I’ll have to warm you myself.”

You've never seen him blush so hard in your life.

[jxwl4k]

Hi J!! I have a little request 😊

Reader (she/her and a little girly if possible🙏🏻) and Katsuki are on a date or shopping, and they both run into Katsuki's old "friends" from middle school. At first, Katsuki didn't recognize them at all (until it hit him who they even were 💀), and then they started small talk. Katsuki really didn't give a fuck, the poor guy just wanted to spend time with his girl. Until they saw Reader and started completely objectifying her with comments like, "And that's your play thing?", "She's pretty to look at" without even acknowledging her as a person. In the end, Katsuki stands up for Reader and reminds the guys where their place is.

I would be very happy and wish you a good night/day, drink enough water, and take care of yourself.🩷✨️😚

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☘︎ . . . genre. fluff, slight angst

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ Katsuki Bakugou defends YN when his old friends objectify her during a shopping trip, showing them no one messes with what’s his.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling shopping street. Katsuki Bakugou was doing his best to keep his cool, but it wasn’t the heat that had him irritated. No, it was the fact that he was on a date with YN, his sunshine, the one person who could make him forget the world around him. She was everything soft and delicate, and he loved every bit of it.

“Hey, YN, do you think this would look good on me?” she asked, holding up a cute pink cardigan that seemed to make her eyes sparkle even more.

“Definitely,” he grumbled, his tone softening only because he could see how excited she was. Katsuki was never one for shopping he’d rather be training or blowing up the nearest target but anything to make her happy.

She smiled, holding the cardigan to her chest. “Okay, I’m getting it!” YN was a little girly, and he’d gotten used to it, even if it made him roll his eyes half the time.

As she skipped ahead to the register, Katsuki followed behind, hands in his pockets, his usual scowl in place. He wasn’t really paying attention to anything until a familiar voice broke through his thoughts.

“Bakugou?”

Katsuki’s head whipped around, eyes narrowing in confusion. Standing across from him were two guys, both grinning like they knew something he didn’t. It took a moment, and then it hit him. They were from his middle school.

“Shit… no way,” Katsuki muttered under his breath.

YN, still standing at the register, hadn’t noticed the encounter yet. Katsuki sighed, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair, clearly unimpressed. “What do you two want?” he grumbled, his gaze shifting to the two old “friends.”

The guys grinned, clearly surprised to see him. “We were just talking about how you turned into a big shot hero. Not bad, Bakugou,” one of them said.

“Yeah, real big shot,” the other chimed in, crossing his arms, his eyes scanning Katsuki’s face. “Didn’t expect you to be hangin’ around here, though. You always hated places like this.”

Katsuki just shrugged, uninterested. “I’m here with my girl. Don’t have time for your shit.”

The guys exchanged amused looks, their eyes flicking over to YN, who was chatting with the cashier, completely oblivious to the conversation.

“Is that your play thing?” one of the guys asked with a smirk, his voice dripping with condescension. “She’s pretty to look at, I’ll give her that.”

Katsuki’s blood began to boil, but he kept his posture relaxed, trying not to snap in front of YN. But the way they were talking about her? It made his skin crawl.

“She’s not a ’play thing,’” Katsuki bit out, his voice low and dangerous.

The other guy leaned in, clearly trying to get a rise out of him. “C’mon, she’s cute. She’s gotta be a fun little distraction for you, right? You always were the type to get bored quick.”

Katsuki’s hands clenched into fists, his patience wearing thin. This wasn’t middle school anymore. YN was his no one talked about her like that.

“Listen up, assholes,” Katsuki’s voice was suddenly sharp, his usual scowl back in full force. “You don’t get to talk about her like that. She’s not some object for you to ogle or make jokes about. She’s a person. And I won’t tolerate any shit from you two.”

The guys blinked, clearly taken aback by the intensity in his voice. “Whoa, calm down, Bakugou. We were just messin’ around,” one of them stammered.

Katsuki stepped closer, his towering presence making the guys take a step back. “You wanna mess around? Fine, but not when it’s about her. You’ve got your place, and that’s not it.”

YN finally turned around, the confusion clear on her face when she saw the tension between them. “Katsuki?” she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.

Katsuki’s expression softened the moment he turned to look at her. “Don’t worry, babe. These idiots are just trying to get under my skin.” He shot the guys one last glare. “And trust me, they’re not worth your time.”

YN frowned, her lips pursed. “I don’t like when people talk about me like that,” she murmured.

Katsuki reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb brushing over her soft skin. “They won’t anymore,” he promised, his voice low and firm.

The guys, now realizing they’d pushed their luck too far, muttered a quick apology and scurried off, clearly aware that they’d crossed a line.

Katsuki watched them go, his face hard, before he turned to YN. His fierce expression softened, and for a moment, it was just him and her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone much softer now.

YN smiled up at him, her eyes glowing with affection. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just hate when people treat me like I’m not… well, me.”

Katsuki nodded, pulling her close. “No one will ever treat you like that again. You’re mine, and that means no one messes with you. Got it?”

YN’s heart skipped a beat at his words. “Got it,” she replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

And as they walked off down the street, Katsuki’s arm securely around her, he couldn’t help but feel proud. Not just because he’d stood up for her, but because she was the one person who truly made him feel something real, something that mattered.

And he’d be damned if anyone ever tried to take that away.

© jxwl4k 2025

[rainbow-femme]

Advice for handling deep depression that did not help from various therapists who admitted they personally never had depression before:Keep your shoes by the door so you don’t have an excuse not to go for a walk, put smiley face stickers everywhere in your home and make yourself smile when you see them, ask yourself when you’re not doing things because of depression if this is the kind of person you want to be

Advice for handling deep depression that did help from a college professor who spent his college years deeply depressed: “Yeah I mostly handled it by spending any time I wasn’t in class smoking weed and listening to the two same classical music records on repeat”

Sometimes you can’t start with “ignore your symptoms and do it anyway”, you gotta start with “if you’re going to lay on your bed staring blankly at the ceiling for hours, put on something you usually like so at least you’ve got that going and it will keep you a little bit more sane”

[kiefbowl]

here's some more unsolicited adult advice as someone in her 30s who knows there are a lot of twenty somethings and teens that follow her: if you're trying to build a new habit you really want, and are struggling, you have to break it down to the smallest building block possible. If you're failing, you haven't thought small enough. I know it's possible to hear stories of people who just snapped into new life mode one day by "just deciding", but truly what's happening there is a confluence of events and experiences that force the brain into some sort of epiphany. You cannot will an epiphany. It'll never work. For most times of your life, you will need to build habits intentionally, and that means not working against yourself and to set micro goals. like laughably tiny goals. because once that easy tiny goal is met, you can build off it, tiny goal after tiny goal until you reach your big goal.

so for example, if you want to be a morning person that gets up at ass crack dawn so that you can work out, eat brekkie, shower, and get to work at a leisurely pace, and you're not that person because you will hit your snooze button 800 times, you have to get the big picture goal out of your head. think smaller. "I want to get up 15 minutes earlier than I normally do." If you can't do that, make it 5 minutes. "I want to cook breakfast every day" hell no too big. "I want to eat something, anything, before I leave the house" hell yeah, fantastic. When you go to the grocery store to make sure there are things in the house for breakfast, if you keep buying bagels and microwave sandwiches that you ignore, you gotta think smaller. SMALLER. What's something so easy to eat that you'll never say no to. Is it a yogurt? Is it a handful of grapes? Is it a hostess ho ho? is it hot cheetos? FORGET the big picture of the fantasy put-together woman preparing a full nutritious meal that you'd be proud to admit to. Think only of the smallest goal you can achieve. If you know you can't say no to an ice cream sandwich, put a ton of ice cream sandwiches in your freezer and have one for breakfast every day until it's so instilled in you that you gotta get up to eat something you can start diversifying.

It sounds like, from the lack of habit place, that must take forever. But really it doesn't take too long to form the habit once the discipline kicks in. the trick is that you have to give your brain something easy to become disciplined to. If it's too hard, think easier and smaller. No one has to know. Literally no one in the gd world has to know that for 4 weeks when you were 22 you had an ice cream sandwich for breakfast every day. who cares. If it gets you eating oatmeal with fresh fruit in a few months who cares. you did it, yay. smaller, easier. if you can't do it, think smaller and easier. smaller!! EASIER!!! You are not thinking smaller and easier enough. break your brain thinking how small and easy you can go. SMALLER. EVEN SMALLER, SIS.

[amkyor]

K. BAKUGO SHORT STORY ᡣ𐭩

Scarily Observant:

You had always joked that Bakugo wasn’t the most romantic guy. He didn’t shower you with flowery compliments or grand gestures, but you knew better.

His love showed itself in quieter ways, ones that made your heart skip a beat when you realized just how much attention he paid to you.

It started small—too small to notice at first. Like how he always handed you the mug you liked best when y'all had coffee or how he seemed to know exactly where you left you keys before you even asked.

“Lucky guess,” he’d mutter when you pointed it out, but there was no mistaking the faint smirk tugging at his lips.

One day, you were running late for work, frantically searching through your closet. “Why is everything I want to wear in the laundry?” You groaned, yanking hangers back and forth.

Bakugo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Wear the green sweater,” he said casually.

You paused, turning to him in surprise. “The green one? You mean the one with the loose sleeves I got last year?”

“Yeah. You always wear it when you’ve got long meetings,” he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Your jaw dropped. “How do you even know that?”

He shrugged. “You fidget with the sleeves when you’re stressed. Look, just wear it and stop making me late, dumbass.”

Moments like that kept piling up. He remembered every little thing you told him, from how you liked your tea to the name of your favorite childhood toy.

Once, you casually mentioned a song you used to love but hadn’t heard in years. The next time y'all went on a drive, it was queued up in the playlist.

“Don’t overthink it,” he’d grumble when you called him out, his ears tinged red.

But the moment that truly floored came during a quiet evening at home. You were curled up on the couch, flipping through an old photo album your mother had sent over. Bakugo glanced over your shoulder, his sharp eyes taking in every detail.

“That’s the bracelet you lost, isn’t it?” he asked, pointing to a picture of you as a kid, wearing a simple silver bangle.

Her eyes widened. “How do you remember that? I barely even mentioned it!”

“You talked about it when we first started dating. Said your grandma gave it to you,” he replied, almost nonchalantly. Then, with a small, rare softness in his voice, he added, “It meant a lot to you.”

You turned to him, overwhelmed by the realization of how much he truly paid attention to you. “You’re scarily observant, you know that?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta remember all the stuff you keep forgetting.”

But deep down, you knew the truth: Bakugo’s sharp eyes weren’t just for battle or strategy. They were his way of showing love—by noticing, remembering, and cherishing every little thing about you.

MY BAKUGO FANFIC:

Adult Bakugo x Female Reader

If the link does not work, use the username ᡣ𐭩

Wattpad: amkyor

[saudadeko]

ADHD tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? Buy it, you need it. It doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) Expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there. Or mash them up with some mayo for egg salad sandwiches). Other easy proteins include: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style), and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) Spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. For example: the only reason I remember to use sunscreen is because I bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so I get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) If there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “I don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many-”, sounds a little stupid huh? But trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) If you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way I start a task is just by going “Ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. Don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) If you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. All this, “Put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out plus it’s a visual reminder. You can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) If you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. Otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. Doing those smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. Now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE.

12) Motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because I remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. It’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? Neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? Fantastic. You’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? Superb. Lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) Don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. If it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. I put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and I sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. If it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

Go forth and prosper!!! xoxo ✌️🩵

[c0ffeejelly1]

When you don’t say I love you back.

Multiple characters headcannon

Authors note: this is not spelling checked, grammar checked, punctuation checked so don’t come at me. I’m lazy.

Warnings: NSFW Content (kinda)

“Shit..babe!” He boomed to you across from the empty kitchen cabinet, before closing it to quickly put on some slides.

“I’ve gotta head out to the shop down the road for a quick minute, we’re outta snacks to eat with the movie.”

“Oh okay, see you later then, and don’t worry I won’t start the film without you..”

“You better not. Anyways bye, I love you.”

“Yeah.”

The type to walk back in and question it

He didn’t notice that you didn’t reply to him until he had closed the door behind him. That’s when it came to him.

Immediately after the door shut, he ripped it wide open again a confused and offended look on his face, as he stared down at you on the couch. “Babe.”

You turned to face him, an innocent expression painting your features. “Yeah? You forget something?”

“I think you’re the one forgetting something..” You glance around faking a puzzled look before returning your gaze to him,

“No...I don’t think I did. What are you talking about?” He was now crossing his arms at you, a disappointed look on his face.

“Y/N.” Yikes, he’s going first name bases with you; he was not playing around. It was a little funny to watch him react like this though, because you could see the small pout on his face despite the scowl he was presenting to you.

“Yes handsome?” You say mockingly wanting to see how far you could take this.

“Why didn’t you say it back?”

“Say what back?”

“y’know what I’m talking about.“

“Do I?”

“…”

You better kiss him now that you’ve made him sad.

Characters: MIDORIMA, kagami, giyuu, jean, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, osamu, Ushijima, NANAMI, geto, LUCIFER, diavolo, todoroki, Iida. (Anyone you like)

The type to not process it until AFTER they’ve bought the snacks

It was while he was tapping his card to the register that he himself also registered-

“Wait a damn minute.”

He’s rushing his ass back home, the distant yell that he dropped his snacks, left unheard from the poor cashier.

When he arrives home though..

“So..” he starts, falling back onto the couch with you. “You know you're the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met right?” He tries buttering you up a bit in hopes it’ll get you in a ‘good mood’.

“You’re just so SO beautiful, that every time I look at you there are only hearts in my eyes..y’know that right? Right baby?..” you only nod your head trying to stop the smile forming on your face.

“I just.. love you so much y’know?”

“Thank you.”

“Baby, I love you.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“I. Love. You.”

“Why do you keep repeating that?”

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

You say it back to him once he starts tickling the hell outta you.

Characters: dimple, REIGEN, KISE, rengoku, connie, armin, NISHINOYA, HINATA, OIKAWA, choso, gojo, MAMMON, DENKI. (Anyone you like)

The type to give you a dirty look and repeat it again LOUDER.

“..bitch.”

“Are you not gonna say it back?” Is what he would say to you, but instead he only resorted to giving you a not so…pretty look.

You knew damn well what you were doing. He’s no fool to you and your pranks, but that still didn’t explain the reason why he continued trying to make you say it back.

“Let’s try this again.”

“…” You give him a neutral look, a small smile dying to crack onto your lips.

“Bye, I LOVE you.” He tried emphasising the love part making sure you would get the hint of what he was waiting on.

“Mhm..yeah, now go buy the snacks I’m hungry.” Are you trying to get yourself killed? This is not the type of guy you should be fooling around with this kinda stuff.

“I’m not going anymore” he walks away from the door before striding over to you.

“What? Why? H-hey! What are you doin-” he grips onto your waist before hosting you onto his shoulder.

“Gotta find out why my girls being so stubborn, so what better way than..”

That’s how you ended up here, hands tied behind your back, and a blindfold on, all your senses focused on only him and the distant sound of the TV.

Every time he would say he loved you, If you didn’t reply back to him fast enough the restraints would stay on for an extra minute while he went ahead and watched the movie without you.

“I love you.” Jesus, you could practically feel the devious smirk he had on his face.

“I. Love. You. Too.” You reply with a small hiss through clenched teeth. He only chuckled at your tone giving you a slight pat on your head. “Bet you won’t try this again huh?”

He’s sleeping on the couch.

Characters: AOMINE, SANEMI, eren, UKAI, IWAIZUMI, tendou, ATSUMU, toji, satan, solomon, bakugou. (Anyone you like)

The type to immediately start apologising for no reason

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll never do it again.”

He doesn’t even open the door before he’s on his knees looking up at you for some hint that you weren’t angry at him. “Please say something..”

The reason you obviously couldn’t say anything at that moment was because you just didn’t expect him to go down on his knees and beg for forgiveness for who knows what-

“Look I know this must be about eating the takeout and only leaving the empty bowl behind to make it look as though I didn’t- and this obviously must also be about me stealing your shirt and accidentally using it as a washcloth- or maybe it’s the underwe-”

“OKAY!” You yell putting both your hands in front of his face rendering him confused, “I-I get it! Okay..”

he only cocks his head to the side moments before his face drops when you tell him it was a prank.

“Oh..it is?..”

“Yeah…”

“So you still love me?”

“Very much.”

…

“..wait- what did you do with my underwear?”

He’s gone silent.

He’s getting up.

He’s walking away.

He’s running now.

“Wha- Hey! Come back here!”

“Gotta buy the snacks now, bye!”

This man is NOT as innocent as he looks.

Characters: serizawa, tengen, REINER, kuroo, BOKUTO, LEVIATHAN, Asmodeus. (Anyone you like)

[chrattho1]

DOM MATT HEADCANONS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

yes 🙏

warnings: nsfw,dom!matt obviously,use of petnames,

a/n: i am a sub matt enthusiast so this might not be upto standards for the people who actually read dom!matt

☆彡

☆彡 dom!matt who…loves degrading you and the reaction that it brings out in you

“such a slut for me yeah? huh you like that you little slut?” matt speaks through his teeth pounding into you with your legs pushed all the way up to your shoulders,his words making you clench around his dick.

☆彡 dom!matt who…fucks you raw,and i mean RAW,from the very first time you guys had sex he refuses to wear a condom because “i wanna feel you ma, its not the same with it” and that makes your stomach curl.

☆彡 dom!matt who… has never pulled you up or laid you down,he will only pick you up effortlessly and throw you on the bed or pin you on the wall, he loves to see you flinch every single time

☆彡 dom!matt who…on the topic of pinning you down or up,he easily grabs both of wrists’ in a balled up fist and pins you,doesn’t matter where you guys are-in a small bathroom?he pins you against the door,on his bed? you’re pinned down on the matress.his knuckles turn white but he doesn’t loose his grip on your wrists’ he’ll make sure your hands stay up while he fucks you mercilessly.

☆彡 dom!matt who…gets off on having control over you,the way you comply with his orders drives him crazy.

“strip for me” matt said,his head propped against the headboard,eyes following your figure as you get up and slowly start stripping for him “fuck yeah” matt whispers contently

☆彡 dom!matt who…has a breeding kink,”kink” doesn’t even justify his obsession with seeing his cum spill out of you.

“fuck baby,look at you” matt spreads your still trembling legs to get a better look “we gotta go again baby,i wanna fill you up again” matt said spreading your legs further apart ready to fuck you into oblivion for the third time just because he can’t get enough of the sight of his cum dripping down your cunt.

☆彡 dom!matt who…loves to hear you scream,sometimes forgetting that his brothers are a wall away-he encourages your screaming.

“shout my name ma,say it,tell me how much you like my big cock inside of you” matt spoke in between breaths,currently fucking you crazy “FUCK MATT-AH FUCK” a smirk forms on matts face before thrusting harder “just like that ma,keep going”

☆彡 dom!matt who…aces the aftercare game,whispers sweet nothings and praises and all sorts of good things into your skin,massages your thighs and kisses your inner thighs,picks you up but this time to carry you to the bathroom,cleans you up and everything.

matt’s head rested on your stomach,whispering praises and occasionally laying kisses on it and rubbing it, “you did so good for me,always so good” he whispers nuzzling his head and nose into your tummy.

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─────── ꒰ THE FRAT WEDDING SERIES ꒱ 4, final.

the aftermath of the frat wedding event between shy!reader and fratboy!chris.

꒰ part one ꒱ ꒰ part two ꒱ ꒰ part three ꒱

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you reassure softly, even though your voice still wavers slightly. sniffling, you let out a small, shaky breath as kitty and bee continue to fuss over you; bee gently gabbing your eyes with a tissue, careful not to smudge what's left of your makeup, while kitty works on reapplying it.

you're seated in a garden chair far from the chaos of the main event, tucked away in a quieter part of the garden. the muffle sounds of drunk people and overplayed music echo faintly in the background, and from where you sit, you can still see the mess unfolding.

the crowd is a lot more rowdier now—people stumbling around, drinks sloshing out of their cups and staining clothes, the unmistakable smell of weed lingering in the air and other substances are seen being passed around.

you try your best to tune it all out, but it's difficult.

for the first time, you're desperately wishing that everyone here gets fucked up enough to the point that they'll forget what happened... although the words from before replay in your mind on a cruel loop, and the thought of those phones—how everyone was recording everything—makes your stomach twist uncomfortably.

you swallow the heavy lump in your throat, forcing yourself to keep it together.

a gentle nudge against your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance up to see matt beside you, holding out a glass of water. his expression is calm but kind, and you offer him a grateful smile as you take the glass from his hands and sip.

nick sits on your other side, his face stoic, his gazed fixed ahead at the ongoing party. he hasn't said much, which is strange to you. beside him, nate sits with his leg bouncing rapidly, his teeth gnawing anxiously at his nails, seemingly deep in thought.

just as kitty and bee finish touching up your makeup, you flinch slightly as nate suddenly pushing himself up from his chair with so much force that it topples over behind him, the sound making everyone turn their heads toward him.

"alright. i gotta confess—fuck," nate blurts out, his hands flying to his hair as he yanks off the ridiculous pink flamingo glasses he's been wearing all night. his movements are frantic, and he begins to pace, rubbing his hands together like he's trying to calm himself down.

everyone watches him, and you furrow your eyebrows, frowning at his words. but you stay quiet, waiting for him to confess whatever he needed.

"shit, okay, look," he continues, his voice shaky as he talks. "this entire wedding event shit? it was rigged from the start. but hear me out, 'kay? 'cos i feel fuckin' terrible right now. my hearts racin' 'n shit, i feel like i'm about to pass out or somethin'."

your frown deepens, confusion swirling in your chest as you try to piece together what he's saying.

"me 'n a few of the other frat brothers," he gestures wildly with his hands as he speaks. "we only put chris' name in one of the hats—like, only his name a bunch of times. 'cos we thought it'd be funny if he got picked, y'know? sometimes it's funny gettin' him all riled up 'n shit."

you blink at him, his words slowly starting to sink in.

"there... then there's the other hat. the one for the girls," he mutters quietly, licking at his lips nervously. "we thought about puttin' your name in a bunch of times, just so you'd definitely get picked too for some fun. but i felt bad 'cos i know you don't like attention or being in the spotlight or whatever, i didn't want to do that to you."

nate has to pause for a moment to inhale deeply, losing air from talking to fast as he tries his best to explain everything to you.

"so, we only put your name in once—just once... but you still got picked."

you stare at him, your mind racing to process everything he's said. a part of you wants to say something—to ask him why they all thought any of this was a good idea... but the words get stuck in your throat.

"i just..." nate sighs heavily, dragging a hand down his face before letting it fall limp at his side. "i just feel like this is all my fault, y'know? maybe if i wasn't so adamant on only puttin' chris' name in the hat for laughs, or maybe if i didn't put your name in at all, this whole shit wouldn't have happened. none of this would've happened."

he stops pacing now, standing still for the first time since he started talking. his shoulders slump, and his gaze drops to the ground as he mutters.

"i'm sorry, bun. i really fuckin' am."

you're not sure how to respond—not yet, not while everything nate's said is still settling in your mind. the confession feels like a little jab to the gut, sharp and unexpected, leaving a slight ache behind.

you glance at the others, somewhat hoping someone will say something first, but no one speaks right away.

kitty's lips are pressed into a thin line, while matt's rubbing at tense jaw. nick remains stoic, his face unreadable, and bee shifts, her gaze flicking between you and nate, like she doesn't know what to say or do.

"i knew," nick suddenly speaks up, breaking the silence. his voice is quiet, laced with guilt and frustration (mostly at himself). "i knew it was rigged, but i didn't say anything. i should've, but i didn't, because i was hoping it'd be something fun for all of us. but i know chris, so i should've known he'd pull some dumb fucking shit like that. i'm sorry too, bun."

before you can respond, matt speaks up, his voice steady but low. "i also knew," he admits, and your eyes widen slightly in surprise even as kitty nods beside him, admitting she knew too. "like nick said, i thought this would be a fun lil' thing for all of us. but i know chris too. i know the shit he does, so i should've known better... should've known he'd say what he said. i'm sorry."

your eyes slowly flit over to bee, waiting for her to confess something—anything. and for a moment, she hesitates, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

"i didn't know..." she finally says, shaking her head, her voice soft and sorrowful. "i didn't know it was rigged. if i did, i would've said something..."

you remain silent, letting their confessions hang over you. one by one, their voices linger in your mind, each apology adding to the weight that's pressing down harshly against your chest. you can see how sorry they are—how much they regret letting this happen—and despite everything, you know their intentions weren't malicious.

after a long pause, you finally breath, your fingers gripping the edge of your chair as you process your thoughts.

"i'm... not mad at you," you say softly, glancing up at them, your eyes flicking from one face to another. "any of you. i'm not mad at any of you."

they seem to slightly ease up at your words, but the tension doesn't disappear entirely.

"i'm just..." you pause, swallowing hard as that lump in your throat returns. "i'm embarrassed, that's all. i'm embarrassed about what chris said. he didn't have to make it so... public. it's so humiliating, it wasn't funny at all, it—" you stop yourself, shaking your head as your hands curl into fists as the emotions run through you. "it made me feel so awful."

the group falls silent, the weight of your words now settling over them. you wonder if they can see the way your chest tightens, the way the memory of chris' words still make your stomach churn with embarrassment.

nate swears under his breath, pacing back and forth again as if he can't sit still with the guilt eating away at him while bee squeezes herself into the chair beside you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace as she murmurs soft apologies into your ear.

you feel yourself relax, just a little, leaning into her as you rest your cheek against her shoulder. you're not mad at them, but the fact that the majority of them knew about how the event had been rigged and didn't tell you? that stings a little.

you do understand why they didn't though. they wanted to have a good event—well, hoped to have a good event... but at the same time, you can't help but think they should've reconsidered, especially knowing how chris is.

it's a little past midnight when you decide you've had enough, and you find yourself in chris' room, toeing off your shoes and placing them neatly to the side.

you don't really want to say here tonight. if you're honest, you want nothing more than to go home, curl up in your own bed, and forget this entire night ever happened. completely block it out of your memory. but with no way of getting back to your apartment and with nick already gone, you don't have much of a choice.

you should've left with nick. why didn't you?

you shake your head at your stupidity, pushing the thought away as you pad over to the dresser. you pull open the top drawer and begin to rummage through it for your pyjamas, keeping yourself busy to avoid thinking too much.

but the sound of the door opening makes you freeze, and that familiar scent of cologne fills the room. you don't even have to look to know it's chris.

you don't speak, keeping your eyes focussed on the drawer as you pull out a shirt. it's easier to pretend you don't notice him, easier to keep yourself occupied rather than facing him.

"what is it?" his voice startles you, sharp and blunt, and you glance over your shoulder to see him standing by his bed, untying his tie with that familiar annoyed expression on his face. his eyes are fixed on you, and when you don't respond, he pushes further. "huh? what is it?"

you blink, your fingers curling tightly around the fabric of the shirt in your hands. "what are you..."

"you've been weird with me all night, kid," he cuts you off as he yanks the tie off and tosses it carelessly onto the bed. "think i didn't notice you pullin' some runaway bride bullshit?"

you swallow thickly as you turn back to toward the dresser, "you're not funny." you mutter under your breath, trying to keep your voice steady.

"m'not tryin' to be," chris scoffs, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. "you gonna tell me what the fuck is goin' on? or you just gonna keep sulkin' all night?"

the word sulking makes your throat tight, and you take a deep breathing, trying to keep your emotions in check. but the humiliation from earlier comes rushing back like a tidal wave.

you can feel the warmth rising in your face, and the tightness in your chest makes it harder to breathe.

you don't want to do this—not right now, not tonight—but chris is standing there, waiting for an answer.

turning slowly, you face him, your fingers still clutching the shirt in your hands as his gaze locks onto yours, and you feel yourself waver under the weight of it.

"you really don't know?" you say finally, your voice quieter than you intended it to be.

chris raises his brow at you, "know what?"

"forget it," you murmur, turning back around. you don't trust yourself to explain it without your voice breaking, and the last thing you want it to spill tears in front of him.

"nah, don't pull that shit," he says, his tone sharper now. "if you've got a problem, just fuckin' say it."

"okay," you find yourself surprisingly snapping, despite your voice trembling slightly. "you... you humiliated me, chris. in front of everyone, you made me look like—like some joke..."

chris doesn't respond right away, his expression unreadable as he stares at you.

"i—i get it, okay?" you continue, unable to stop your rambling. "this whole thing was supposed to be stupid and fun, and i know you hated doing it, but you didn't have to say all that stuff... you didn't have to make it so public and so embarrassing for me," you take a shaky breath, your voice turning softer now. "it wasn't funny. it just... it made me feel awful."

chris exhales through his nose, "you're takin' this way too personally, kid. everyone knows the fuckin' shit we do, yeah? everyone knows we're hooking up so i dunno why you're makin' it such a big deal. it's not that deep."

"you don't get it," you whisper, shaking your head. "i.. i know that people know. i'm not stupid. but it doesn't mean—you can't just—we—"

you stop yourself, your words faltering under the weight of his stare. his head tilts slightly, his brow arching like he's waiting for you to finish.

so, you take another breath, trying to steady yourself before continuing, "you can't just talk about me like that in front of everyone... even if they already know, even if they assume stuff.. it's still humiliating to hear you say it in front of them."

chris is just watching you now, his expression unreadable with his hands shoved into his pockets like he's waiting for you to stop talking so he can continue with the night.

the silence stretches between you, and the longer it lasts, the warmer your face feels with embarrassment. you bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to cry again and make a fool out of yourself.

and then, chris exhales deeply, tilting his head back slightly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. for a moment, you think he's just going to brush it off again—shrug it away with some dismissive remark about you being too sensitive or dramatic.

but then, he speaks.

"i..." his voice is low, hesitant, like he's testing the word before fully committing to you. it comes out slow, uneven. "i'm... i'm sorry, 'kay?"

the words sound awkward, almost foreign coming from him, and you can't help but stare at him with wide eyes.

chris glances at you, his gaze meeting yours for just a second before flicking away again. his jaw tightens, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. his eyebrows furrow slightly, and his hands twitch at his sides like he doesn't know what to do with them.

it's obviously clear he's uncomfortable—like this apology is something he's struggling with, something unspoken clawing at his mind but never quite making it out.

"i didn't mean..." he trails off, his words faltering as he shifts in place. his shoulders tense up, and you can see the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard. but instead, he huffs, his lips pressing into a thin line. "didn't mean t'make you embarrassed, s'all."

he doesn't look at you this time. his eyes are fixed on the wall, his expression unreadable. you can tell he's struggling a lot as apologises don't come easy to chris—not like this anyway. you know he's not the type to open up and be vulnerable with his words, and it's obvious he's already pushed himself further than he's comfortable with.

still, there's something in his voice, in the stiffness of his frame, that tells you this is as close to genuine as it gets from him. it's blunt, awkward, and faaaar from perfect. but it's chris, and you're aware how hard it must've been for him to even say this much.

"thank you for apologising..." you murmur to him softly, and chris lets out a low grunt as his hand moves to rub at his jaw, the tension still evident in his movements.

he doesn’t wait to hear if you’ll accept his apology or not as he turns away, his shoulders stiff, and he starts to unbutton the rest of his shirt. the fabric is tossed carelessly onto his desk chair, and he works at his belt next, his focus fixed on the task like it's an excuse to avoid looking at you.

when he's finally down to his boxers, he slumps into bed without another word—just the faint creak of the mattress as he settles in, his back turned to you.

you can see the way his shoulders remain tense even as he lies there. he looks like he's trying to retreat, to bury himself in the quiet and force himself to go to sleep, and you can't help but begin to wonder if the apology took more out of him that he'd ever admit.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[playstation-dreamcast]

Hi, I'm like drowning in Resident Evil brainrot, so like:

Have Some Random Headcanons About Resident Evil Men~

I can't explain most of these, we're just going purely based on vibes. We're serving Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, and Carlos Oliviera. Kinda X Reader? Idk bro

ALBERT WESKER:

Starting off Strong and controversial with this one. I think Wesker has a major sweet tooth. I think he likes creamer with a dash of coffee, and keeps hard candy in his desk. My man was deprived of sweets as a kid, now that he can have em he's kinda obsessed

I also think he gets frequent headaches. He tends to just "push through" them until they evolve into full on migraines, and even then he keeps going until he physically can't

I think he likes to pebble. He leaves small gifts at your desk and when you ask him about it he acts completely oblivious. But, ya both know

I think he's a major David Bowie fan. I think The Man Who Sold The World is his all time favorite song, and I also think the irony about that is lost on him

I think he's PDA adverse and incredibly touchstarved. This weird dichotomy has led to him being honestly really cold in public, and a straight up velcro boyfriend in private

I think secretly, deep deep down, he wants a family. He wants to build thr family he never had and get a taste of the domesticity he has been locked out of since birth.

That being said, he's never gonna do that shit. He's a busy man, with ambitions far greater than the suburbs. There's no room for white picket fences in his future. But, they'll always have a spot in his daydreams

His love language is words of affirmation. Both giving and receiving

He sleeps light as hell. A spider skittering just a little too fast could wake him up. Not just wake him up, but jolt him fully awake and in fight mode. He's a man with far too many enemies to get a deep sleep

He has himself convinced that he only keeps you around for "creature comforts" if you catch my drift. And he makes that clear, he's not trying to lead anyone on. That being said, literally every single one of his worst nightmares are about losing you. And he keeps you close as often as he can. And you're the only person other than him thats spent the night in his bed! But, ya know, it's casual

He's never been casual about anything in his entire god damn life

I think that he's panromantic, but more on the gray ace/demisexual side of things when it comes to all of that. Sex is far far to vulnerable for him to do with just anyone, he's gotta trust you to get naked in front of you babes

CHRIS REDFIELD:

Okay so I feel like when we talk about Chris, we tend to forget the les paul that he had just chillin' at work

That being said, I think Chris was in a band when he was in highschool. And they were not NEARLY as good as they thought they were. Three Arm Sally didn't go anywhere for good reason

I also think he was a running back in highschool, but that's not what we're talking about right now

I think Chris would make you mix tapes to show he cares. And once mix tapes died, he started making you playlist. He's not the most in touch with his emotions, this is part of how he understands them

I think while he used to genuinely be a really good guitar player- he's since fallen out of practice. He's not as good as he once was, but he'll still strum a little to try and calm himself down on particularly rough nights. 60% of the time it works 100% of the time

He has genuinely the worst caffeine addiction you've ever seen. It's damn near tragic dude. We're at the point where it might be better for his health for him to just pick up a coke habit. He's on his 4th monster and it's 9 am

That being said, he and his bed are currently not on speaking terms. Sleep? He doesn't know that bitch. This is how he avoids The Horrors™️

Chris is more of a cat guy than a dog guy and I'm tired of pretending like he's not. He appreciates how independent cats can be

I think Chris started smoking when he turned 16, but stopped around 2004 when he started hitting the gym seriously. He needed the lung capacity. That being said- he lit up a cigarette the moment the credits rolled after RE5. He picked that habit right back up

He will never ever say this out loud, but he loves to be held and to cuddle. Intimacy/emotional vulnerability (or, at least the safety to be emotionally vulnerable) is incredibly important to him with a long term partner. He's got a lot of soft parts still healing, he's gotta know you're going to take care of him if he takes off the armor protecting them

It's also incredibly important to him that any SO he has gets along with Claire. You don't have to be best friends or anything, but she's his only family- so she has to approve. Thankfully, Claire thinks you're a delight

Dispite what the memes may tell you, Chris has NO DESIRE to continue the Redfield bloodline. He can't bring himself to bring a child into a world so dark and unforgiving. And like, beyond that he's like- 67% sure that whatever gunk is going on in his head isn't just from trauma, and he's not risking passing that on to his offspring

LEON S KENNEDY:

He's a recovering Emo Kid before emo kids were even a thing. MCR is one of his favorite bands. He sings the line "Fuck Like A Kennedy!" With his entire chest when he's singing Na Na Na

Movie buff! His favorite movie is Fight Club, purely for the critique of how society conditions men to believe violence is the only way to show masculinity, and for the gay allegory. It is NOT because he wants to be Tyler Durden. Please, you have to understand, he knows the optics of liking this movie, but he's not like that he swears, PLEASE-

I think he's bisexual. Now, we all basically agree on that. But I also think he's incredibly suave and charismatic completely on accident. It all falls apart when he actually tries to flirt. Doesn't matter the gender, he's going to fumble the bag 70 percent of the time, and the other 30 are people who are there inspite of how awkward he is

He needs something to do with his hands, especially in important meetings. He's a chronic doodler as a result. You remember those girls in middle school who drew hyper realistic eyes instead of taking notes in their notebooks? He was one of them

My man is so, so jumpy. And by jumpy, I mean punchy. Make yourself known before you get too close. You have been warned

He struggles with communicating and emotions like the others, yes. But after the events of Vendetta he realized he was at rock bottom, and finally took Hunnigans advice and got some therapy. So, he's much more open and willing to talk about his feelings to try and figure them out. He ain't the best at it but by God he's trying

He's a bottle blonde. Argue with the wall about it, I know im right. You can reliably track his mental health by the state of his roots

I think he kept in contact with Ashley after the events of RE4. I think she slowly got over her crush on him, realizing that was probably more the suspension bridge effect than genuine attraction. And as such, they developed a sibling like bond that's very important to him

Leon is the most oblivious dude at the function. People have flirted with him just for him to completely miss it until hours later more times than he can count. Once at the club, a woman casually dropped to him that she was a sub. He asked her what subject she taught.

As such, he doesn't have much experience with long term relationships. At least not healthy ones. He's awkward, and he has more than a few red flags, but again- refer to point 6, he's in therapy babes. He's working on it- bear with him

Carlos Oliveira:

He likes to act like he's a "big scary manly man" but dude is a total softie. He's a walking teddy bear dude

He's the type of guy to randomly buy you flowers because they "reminded him of you." He's a romantic by nature

Now, he Can be charming and smooth. It's his natural state actually. He Chooses to be cheesy and lame. It's a way of life for him. He's doing this for pure love of the game

It's incredibly important to him that you can protect yourself. It's why he bought you this gun. And you can bet your ass he's going to show you how to use it

I know a gamer boy when I see one. We can smell our own. I think it's his favorite hobby. His favorite thing when he comes home is to sit you on his lap and have you guys play games together. Couch co-op, his beloved

I think he was raised Catholic. Again, we can smell our own. That being said, he definitely doesn't consider himself to be of the faith anymore. Though, he does still catch himself crossing himself from time to time

His guilty pleasure is Anime. That's right, you heard me, Carlos Oliveira is a huge fukin nerd! His toxic trait is being a "Goku bodies every fight" truther. God help him

He's had big dogs all his life, his home just doesn't feel like his home without one. Don't worry though reader, he's also incredibly talented when it comes to training them. They're not going to maul you unless he tells them too

The man absolutely "hates" reality TV. Hates it sooo much. He's just standing in the living room for no reason. No, it's not to watch the TV! Can a man not stand in his own livingroom?!...But uhh, anyways, so what's going on with Clara and her man?

His love language is of course quality time. He just wants to be near you. It doesn't matter if your quietly reading a book while he plays a game, as long as you're in the room with him, he’s happy

Well, uhhh anyways. All that being said, if you liked these, requests are open!!

[hedwig221b]

I gotta ask now since I’m not seeing it in the rec list, do you have any good recommendations for jock Derek stories?

I do 💕

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?” The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.” Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Pong Me, Bro by LadyDrace

Stiles doesn't date jocks, because it seems like all they do is prance around making a spectacle of themselves to impress whoever they're trying to hook up with. It's pathetic, and Stiles isn't into it. Which is probably why it somehow completely escapes his notice that one particular jock is determined to catch his eye.

You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) by standinginanicedress

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb. Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn't even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record. The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great. Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin' Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again. Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

soluble by HalfFizzbin

Derek comes back after summer break all hot, beardy and brace-less. Stiles honestly has no idea what everyone's freaking out about.

When the Rose Blooms by DevilishBittersweet

The first time Derek saw him was at a football game. There he was, cheering loudly for number 12, leaning over the bar in front of the bleachers. His nose was bright red due to the cold night air. His messy hair was half covered by a loose beanie. His skin was almost translucent under the large stadium lights. Derek’s acute sight could pick up the small moles that covered his face. Derek could hear his heart beat thrumming loudly in his chest out of excitement. He saw his friends around him. But Derek had his eyes set only on him.

Sandbox Love is Forever by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Being at different colleges, miles apart, meant that they’d likely be too busy for each other. An unstoppable force tearing them apart. But he could hold on for now. “Okay,” Stiles shakily answered, clearing his throat before continuing, “I’ll go with you after the game.” The corners of Derek’s lips started to turn up into a small but hopeful smile. It was different from the smile Derek did for football. It was always more personal—genuine—when he looked at Stiles.

A Thousand Fiery Suns of Angst - Just Press Play by apocryphal

All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It's all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

loving him is red by allhalethekings

"Who’s that?” Stiles asks, eyes not leaving the table. “Who?” Scott asks, following Stiles’s line of sight. “Him? That’s Derek Hale. And you better forget about him. He doesn’t date."

erroneous manoeuvres by slippingfromreality

"Hey, Stilinski!” Stiles clenches his teeth. “What do you want, Hale?” he shouts back, not bothering to turn around. The smug smirk that’s most likely waiting for him is already seared into his mind from overexposure. “A date!” the answer comes, still as loud, and most of the bystanders giggle or snort in Stiles’ direction. Stiles rolls his eyes. This is the third time this week. He’d complain that Hale’s jokes are getting pretty stale, but he’d probably be milking this situation for all that it’s worth, too, if their roles were reversed. “Wrong aisle,” he grouses back, “try the bakery section. I hear they have fresh tarts.” Or, in which Stiles grievously misjudged his bullying situation.

If I should stumble, catch my fall by Gorgeousgreymatter

Well, friendship is canceled. That's all Stiles can think when he walks into the locker room and finds it empty, with Scott's dumb werewolf ass completely AWOL despite the text message he'd received assuring him otherwise. Which wouldn't be that bad, if not for the fact that now Stiles is face to face with a very wet, very naked Derek Hale.

Kingdom By The Sea by kilaem

Lydia grabs his arm and pulls him down in the seat next to her. “When the hell did you find time to bag a guy like Hale?” “We’re friends,” Stiles feels his face heat up, and then the team are running out and Derek sees him and smiles. His blush gets worse. “Oh really?” “Our moms were friends, okay? We’ve been in diapers together.” “I thought you two hated each other.”

Game On by stilinskisparkles

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

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Bunk Up

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem reader

Summary: Arthur invites you on a hunting trip, but you foolishly forget your tent. No harm done, you can bunk up with him, right?

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: a deer gets killed (camp's gotta eat), female masturbation, dry humping, fingering, p in v, breeding kink if you squint, unprotected sex, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 3,132

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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Why in god's green earth had you agreed to go on this hunting trip again?

Oh yeah, because you have a hard-on for Arthur Morgan… figuratively, that is.

It'd be alright if you could just tell him your feelings, but you'd prided yourself on liking more respectable, more rich men in the past; that's the easiest way to make a living, at the end of the day. You'd originally intended to go for the gang leader, but that man is oblivious and stubborn as hell, not to mention not actually rich, much to your displeasure.

Then Arthur had introduced himself to you. His stupid snarky remarks and silly outfits and disgustingly beautiful eyes all seemed to merge together into this gorgeous man that loomed in front of you and had your knees almost buckling.

Even worse, he'd noticed the way your demeanour changed and how your body seemed to crumble under the weight of his soft eyes.

“Hey! Are you even listenin’ to me?” His gruff voice breaks you from your trance.

“ ‘course I am, I always listen to your wise words, Mr Morgan.” You remark, looking up at him from the position you'd had your eyes trained on seconds ago. “Yeah, sure.” You feel his rough fingertips turn your chin back towards the deer in front of you, a gesture that makes heat rise in your cheeks all the way to the tips of your ears.

“Take the shot, you got a perfect shot there, can't miss it.”

The cold varnished wood cools your warm cheeks as you bring it close to your face and grit your teeth.

“Always shoot on empty lungs.” His whisper sends shivers down your spine before you take the shot, a loud crack echoing through the trees as a clatter of birds ascends into the sky.

“You did good! That was perfect.” A soft grunt leaves his throat as he gets up and checks the prey. “Think Pearson will make a good meal outta this,” his eyes then meet yours. “Good girl.” he tips his hat to you.

Damn Arthur Morgan, with that shit eating grin that makes your stomach flutter.

“You know I ain't one for pickin’ on people–” Arthur starts, shoveling chunks of peaches in his mouth, “but I don't think I've ever seen someone forget their tent on a huntin’ trip.”

“Ok, for one, you're always picking on people, ‘specially if you don't like ‘em. And for two… just– shut the hell up.” You pull your coat tighter around your body to shield yourself from the cold rain drizzling down your neck, the soft fur bringing you some warmth and comfort to your otherwise shaking body.

“Easy girl, don't be gettin’ mad at me now. Besides, it means you get to share a tent with me, ain't that a dream?” A simple grumble from you makes the man chuckle lowly. “I won't take that personally.”

It was a dream, and you hated admitting that.

Luckily, you'd remembered your bed roll, so at least you didn't have to snuggle up under the cotton sheets with your rugged partner… but, admittedly, a small part of you is disappointed at that.

You try to forget about those thoughts that are festering in the back of your mind and making you squeeze your legs together, but as the cold seeps into your bones and makes yourself huddle further into the sheets, you find yourself backing up against the warm body behind you.

The soft rustle of trees keeps you awake, at least that's what you tell yourself at first, not wanting to give into those filthy images of the cowboy flashing behind your eyelids.

Soon, all too soon for your liking, you find yourself panting. It's barely audible, but it's enough to make yourself embarrassed and look back at the outlaw peacefully sleeping behind you, unaware of the pictures you have playing on loop in your head. It makes you bite your lip; the thought of touching yourself right next to the man you've been meaning to tell your feelings to for months.

Quietly and carefully, you slide your hand over your body and between your legs, rubbing your already damp cunt over the fabric of your underwear. The feeling makes you grit your teeth much like earlier, and a small noise sneaks past your lips. You look back at Arthur again to see his chest still rising and falling slowly… fuck it, what's the worst that could happen?

Your hand slips into your underwear before you're even registering it. It's too cold to take the blanket off, or even your underwear for that matter, so you just run your fingers through your wet folds under the thin fabric. The slick noise it makes sounds too loud in the quiet forest, but at this point you're pretty sure the man is asleep, so you continue teasing yourself.

Your fingers circle your hole as you imagine it being his thick digits instead, or maybe even his tongue, since he's usually so quick with it. Another wet noise fills the tent when your fingers slide inside your needy cunt, buried to your knuckles as you massage that glorious spot inside you. When you pick up the pace, and the noises get louder, you're practically praying, wishing it was Arthur's fingers instead. They'd stretch you wide and fuck you good, the thought makes you shove some of the blanket in your mouth.

You're teetering on the edge at this point, scanning your brain for that final image that'll send you descending down the cliff… but a thick arm wrapping around your waist has you freezing in place.

“What have we got here?” Arthur's low, sleepy voice has the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, raising goosebumps all over your body as if he'd just ripped the sheets from your body.

“Arthur!–shit, I'm sorry–." You start, but his nose pressing against the back of your neck makes you stop in your tracks.

“I ain't judgin’ you, girl. We've all got our urges, desires.” He shuffles up closer to you, closing in on your body till his chest is pressed against your back, and his crotch is angled perfectly against your thighs. “Just wanted to know what you were thinkin’ about.”

God, his voice is so soft and low, it could make you fall asleep if your fingers weren't still knuckle deep inside yourself. “I–uhm…” Should you admit it? With the way he's pressing against you, it makes you think you should.

“You.”

“ ‘s that so? And why ain't you told me about this before, sweetheart?” His breath is hot on the back of your neck, pushing out any coldness that was left in your body as his large hand splays across your stomach and strokes your soft skin.

A huff escapes your nose a little louder than you expected. “Because… I'm embarrassed, I don't wanna be thinking about you like this.” You mumble ashamedly, but as those words leave your lips, you start moving your fingers inside your cunt again; a ‘come hither’ motion that makes you bite your lip to contain your noises.

“Oh, that ain't very nice. You ain't exactly a saint ya'self, Darlin’.”

Fuck, the way his words roll off his tongue makes you roll against your hand with a soft noise.

The action must've pleased Arthur, because he lets out a pant and presses his hips closer to yours, grinding in tandem with you as your hips roll on your fingers.

This feels so strange and wrong, but you aren't sure why. It's not like Arthur is married or even has a girl, he's just as lonely as you, and maybe that's exactly why you're so drawn to each other.

“Mmm, been dreamin’ ‘bout this for months, pressing against you like this.” He groans softly. His chin is placed neatly on your shoulder, cheek pressing against yours as his stubble itches your skin. He feels so warm and big behind you, like he's shielding you from any and every burden, and as his hips rock against yours more, you can't help but do the same. You grind back on him with short, soft pants, tilting your head to just get a glimpse of his blissed out face.

“When was the last time you did something like this, cowboy? You're acting like you're gonna cum in your night clothes.”

That makes a soft chuckle leave his red lips, flushed face pulling away from yours to look down at you.

“Long enough to be needin’ you.”

His words make you shiver, but he's quick to distract you with his hand taking your wrist and swatting your hand away.

“Lemme do it for you, sweetheart, please?”

Before your brain can even question or think about it, your body is telling him yes, your head nodding almost instantly. His fingers are quick to dive into your under garments and slide through your slick folds, a groan from him ringing in your ears.

“Dammit girl, you must have one hell of an imagination to make ya'self this wet… Jesus.” He grunts, looking down at his hand in your underwear with only the dim light of the lantern making your skin glow.

“I always get like this when I think of you, Arthur.” You tell him as your hand wraps around his wrist. “You're the only one that can make me cum.” You moan in his ear, making him dive his fingers into your needy cunt.

The stretch is wonderful, not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel it, and it's just how you expected, if not better. His thick digits curl and glide over your walls until he finally feels you squirm against him as they touch that delicious spot.

“Yeah? You like it there, darlin’? Want me to keep goin’?”

Again, your body simply speaks for you, nodding quickly and grinding down on his fingers. You feel him grind his hips against you again, his body seemingly wanting to get impossibly closer to you as he ruts against your ass.

“You're such a pretty girl, y'know that? Been waitin’ to tell you that since the day we met.” He rests his chin on your arm so he can peck the exposed skin and continue curling his fingers inside you.

The tent is once again filled with the filthy sounds of your hole taking two fingers, sloppy wet sounds that would make you feel ashamed if it didn't feel so fucking good. It feels like all your nerves are being stroked at once, each time his fingers brush against your tummy or stroke your walls feels like you can't get enough of the electricity that runs through your body. You grip his thick arm, looking back at him as moans fall from your lips.

“You're damn good… shit.” You whimper as he looks up at you, big round eyes meeting yours to show he's there.

“Well, I appreciate that, comin’ from you.” He chuckles lightly, his own words breathy while his hips start to snap a little faster and become sloppy. “You gotta lemme feel this cunt for myself, please sweetheart, lemme feel this cunt clench around my cock.”

You find it hard to stop rocking your hips when he's talking to you like that, but eventually you take a deep breath and stop yourself. His fingers slip out of you with a lewd sound, and you feel him shuffle to get his night clothes off.

Your own are gone within seconds, your body too hot and needy to worry about if you'd thrown them outside to the wolves to get torn to shreds, all you can focus on is the man behind you.

As much as this position made you wet before, you desperately want to see his handsome face, even if it is barely visible. So, you flip onto your other side and rest your hands on his chest, the warmth spreading through your fingers. You can practically feel his excitement buzzing off of him and through your body, and it makes you giggle a little. “Jesus, you really ain't done this in a while, have you?”

“Not with a girl as pretty as you, sweetheart.” One hand slides over your cheek while his other finally gets his clothes off.

Just his tone alone makes your cheeks heat up, but as he leans in for a kiss, you find yourself taking in a breath of surprise. It's easy to melt into his arms and get lost in the feeling of his lips; they're surprisingly soft and sweet, and they feel like they fit perfectly on yours.

You're so swept up that it takes you a second to notice his hand snaking around the back of your knee and pulling your hips closer to himself.

That's when you feel it.

His length rests against your slick pussy lips, your leg now cocked over his waist to get him close. It feels bigger than you expected, thicker than you expected, it makes you whine softly on his lips.

You hate his little grin that you feel spread across his face. “Impatient, ain't you?” He teases, slowly rocking his hips against yours to let his cock slide through your sopping folds. His tip manages to butt against your clit each time, making you furrow your brows and moan softly on his lips.

Your hand is still resting on his cheek as you feel him push in for the first time, and god are you glad you're holding onto your bedroll with the other, because the stretch and the way he fills you makes you almost cum on the spot, a loud moan spilling from your lips to make you whimper embarrassedly.

“Oh sweetheart, don't be embarrassed. I love the noises you're makin’ for me, they're makin’ me so goddamn hard, can you do it again for me?” He asks as he pulls his hips back before sliding inside your warm, slick walls again.

You're quick to oblige to his plea, your body automatically reacting with a soft choked moan at the surprise of his thick cock stretching you once again. You can feel his calloused fingers still gripping the back of your knee to hold your leg up, giving him the perfect angle for his length to hit every nerve you have inside you and send sparks of arousal up your spine.

“Thaaat’s a good girl, look at'chu.” The man purrs, his warm breath making your eyes flutter shut so you can focus on his cock spearing you with each slow, deep thrust.

“Holy shit, Arthur, f–feels like you're splitting me in half.” You moan as your hands slide over his thick biceps and along his broad shoulders, finding that the perfect place for you to grip on for dear life too.

Arthur groans before leaning forward to press a kiss on the top of your head as he pants softly. “Biggest you've had, huh? Never felt somethin’ like this inside you, have you?” He doesn't accept the simple shake of your head, instead giving you a sharp thrust that has your nails dig into his flesh and a whimper spill from your lips. “No! No, I haven't… I love it, dammit, I love your cock.”

Something inside him seems to click as you say those words, a long moan slipping from his throat as his grip becomes tighter on your leg to pull you closer to him, his cock burying deeper inside you. He doesn't give you time to adjust before his hips are colliding with yours and the sounds of both your arousal soaked thighs are filling your ears and sending waves of pleasure from your head to your toes.

“Listen to those filthy noises, girl, that's all you. That's your wet cunt..” Arthur manages to moan out. He tilts his head down to watch your hips connecting, his head resting against your collar bones. “What a pretty cunt it is too… shit, I ain't ever felt somethin’ as good as this, miss.” His words seem to roll off of his tongue with ease, as if he's a erotic poet reciting the words he's scrawled down on the page. Maybe it has something to do with that journal he's writing in all the time… lord above how you'd love to read that.

“For you, Mr Morgan,” you blabber without even thinking about the words coming from your mouth. “I'm all for you, want you to take me like this over and over–.” It's funny how worked up you get over your own words, but it seems to have an even better effect on Arthur.

His brows knit together as his jaw hangs open a little, and dirty blonde strands of hair fall in his face and stick to his forehead perfectly.

“Shit, girl, you're gonna make me finish inside you if you keep talkin’ like that…” The man groans, his lip finding its way between his teeth to give him something to chew on. Somehow, his thrusts get faster, impossibly better as you feel the molten heat spread through your body and up to your throat to make you moan his name, along with any other expletives that come to mind.

Before you can stop yourself, you're saying dangerous words that, with any other man, would be like handing a loaded gun to a baboon.

“I want you to do that Arthur! Please– please cum inside me–” Your entire body tenses up before you come crashing down, whaling and grasping onto him for dear life as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and make sharp thrusts that have you whimpering loudly. Your walls clench him tightly in pulsing rhythm, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

It's only a few more seconds before he's tearing his body away from yours and fisting himself, white ropes shooting all over your tummy as groans and growls rumble in his chest and his head throws back.

You watch the whole scene in front of you in awe, as if you're at the goddamn theatre watching a play… no, it's better than that. You'd never had time for the theatre, but you always have time for Arthur, despite how he gets on your nerves sometimes.

You smile softly at him as he lifts his head to look down at you, a smug grin on his face as he leans forward and pecks your lips.

“Hey, what's with the grin?” You huff softly and hit his chest playfully.

“Nothin’ just been waitin’ for you to admit your feelin's for me for a while now.”

An annoyed growl leaves your lips as you feel your face heat up with embarrassment, burying it in his chest instead to save you from his teasing.

“Shut the hell up, Morgan…”

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sugarcoated [l.d.n]

pairing: Mob Boss!Baby Daddy!Lando Norris x Fem!Reader wc: 2.7k cw: violence (implied but not against the reader), emotional manipulation, reader is highkey tweaking, Norris is a touchy ass, slight yandere undertones, this aint healthy an: i keep forgetting my irls have my blog lowkey ive been scared of posting bc of my parents. also hey ladies whats up im back out of my flop era! miss me miss me now you gotta kiss me!

He was always lingering somewhere, no matter where you went.

It was like no matter where you ran, he would always find you. Quite frankly, you were sure that was half the appeal to him, he was a powerful man and he spared no expense in letting you know. 

Sometimes, it was the little flowers he left on your doorstep in pristine condition, small notes in semi legible handwriting tied to the stems. Other times, it was the faint smell of his perfume that lingered as he’d find himself in front of your door at odd hours of night, begging you to let him in, as if he’d been dying at the steps of your door.

And like a fool, you finally cracked, you did let him in. You were charmed, though there was no doubt it made you uneasy, he’d pacified you with his dazzling promises to take care of you, so what could’ve been the harm?

You didn’t see him again after that night. In fact, you hadn’t seen him for weeks afterwards, then the games started as soon as you moved.

You’d run, he’d show up, you’d run again. 

It was a cycle. There was no leaving the city anymore either, his forces scattered across every crook and nanny of the city. You’d sealed your own fate with just one hospital visit, deliverance of the exact news you’d prayed to not get as you sat with a test in your hands, two pink lines string back at you. 

You had no idea how you even made it home that night.

It was in your best interest not to move anymore, but you weren’t even sure how to move forward. Your wallet wasn’t entirely drained, but you were. Any chance of moving away was immediately stomped out, leaving you with no choice but to firm up against him and his sugar coated words.

It wasn’t long before he found out, and when he did, he made sure you knew. You couldn’t tell for your life how he felt though.

At first, it was minor things, baby items you didn’t recall ordering appearing at your door. You chalked it up to clerical error, but something nagged at you as you inspected them. Then, more expensive items started to appear, everything a new mother could dream of, but it made you uneasy.

Sometimes he’d come along with one of these gifts, standing outside the door as you peered at him through the eyehole. You never answered, with the hope that he'd leave you alone, hoping to dissuade him from anything further.

Then the biggest shock came along, sitting across from you on the counter, as if it’d been there the whole time. You had no time to question, let alone think about it upon seeing the small note attached to the box. 

I hope you’ll love the gift exactly how I did when I saw it, xoxo.

You knew exactly what a diamond ring implied. Yet, you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around why he would’ve sent it. The last thing he would’ve done was tie himself to you after trying so long to avoid you.

It’d been four days since the ring had appeared there, and you were simply hoping it was a fluke, no sign of him to back the ever present thought of the intrusion. 

You sat at the dining table, poking around your half-assed salad as you stared at the box. You could’ve sold it off, but there was no doubt someone would’ve found out and reported it back to him, leaving you to bear the brunt of his anger at your outright refusal. He’d never hurt you, but you saw everything in his actions.

The thought was more than enough to throw you off your meal, pushing away the plate with a pained sigh. Eating wasn’t the only thing that’d become harder in recent months, as working had left you with barely any time for yourself.

You were almost ready to doze off right there and then, had it not been for the series of sharp raps on the door, earning a grumble from you as you dragged yourself to the door with a mind full of insults to hurl at the person.

It hadn’t occurred to you to check who it was as you sleepily fiddled knob, only saved by the grace of the chain lock you’d forgotten to unlock.

“Hey there.”

Your blood froze, hazel eyes staring down through the crack of the door. There he was again, the devil himself, at your doorsteps as if he’d been waiting for you for a long time.

“Lando?” it came out as more of a whisper than anything else, voice cracking from a lack of proper use.

“It’s nice to see you too sweetheart,” He laughed, tilting his head at you to meet your eyes through the wide crack. 

There was a look in his eyes, although you couldn’t entirely decide if it was predatory or not as you averted your eyes, looking down at the handle of the door.

“What’s going on in there? Are you working late again? Though the doctor said it wasn’t good for you to be up this late with the baby on the way.”

You didn’t respond, trying to shut the door as subtly as you good, hitting something between the doorframe. Jitters ran down your spine when the door wouldn’t move further, looking down to see what it was. 

He’d wedged his shoe in between, the bastard. You looked back up, swallowing as he narrowed his eyes, the smile slipping off his face for moments to reveal thinly masked displeasure before disappearing entirely.

He knew what you were trying to do. You didn’t know if the guilt building up in your chest, or the possibility of what he could’ve done, scared you more. He’d never explicitly laid a hand on you, but the amount of torture was already enough as he lingered in your space.

“Someone has to keep the lights on,” You muttered, letting him nudge the door open. You were already fighting a losing battle, there was no way to keep him away but to hold him at an arm's length. That was how he’d gotten in the first time. He couldn’t fool you twice though.

“That’s why I've been sending you stuff, have you not gotten it?” He frowned. For a moment, it almost felt as if he were trying to be genuinely involved. You knew better.

You hesitated, looking back and forth between the chain lock and his face, though not much contemplating would be able to change the choice that’d already been made for you.

“No. I… donated it to some of the others at work. Needed it more than I did.”

There it was again, the indignancy in his eyes. 

“I got it for you though, was it not to your liking then?” His voice was eerily calm, but you knew exactly what it meant. Your hand instantly went up to the chain, almost as if it was moving on its own. Fear gripped at you. You had no idea what he was going to do next.

“So, you’re determined to be a single mother then? Do you know the kind of trouble it would get you and the baby into…” He raised his voice, pausing to see if you’d reconsidered.

Clearly a slight tremble in your hand was enough to convince him you’d finally stood down, a smirk gracing his already vicious face as you opened the door. You had no plan to, but it was hopeless to try and stand up without attracting attention, the last thing you wanted was for everyone to know what a shameless bastard he was.

“Just come inside please. Don’t let anyone see you any more.” You whispered, letting him through the threshold before you shut the door behind you.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you? Just look at the state of your... apartment.” He shook his head, pushing at stray articles laying all over the floor with his foot, as if they were positively filthy. There were still boxes from your last move sitting around the living room, the only real piece of furniture unpacked being your bed and the table you were sitting at. 

You couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed as you walked into the kitchen, you’d never been this untidy before. It wasn’t any easier as Lando tailed you, only pausing outside the door frame, as if something stopped him from coming through.

“You should move from here. I don’t like this apartment, it’s in a sketchy part of town.”

“Well, I don't recall asking for your opinion, did i?”

You didn’t pay any mind to his poking, filling a random mug up as you stood at the sink before you shot back, standing in the dark of the kitchen as he walked away, presumably to shuffle through your personals again. You were thankful for a moment of silence though, head pounding from all that had happened today.

You stood there lost in thought, and he’d returned sooner rather than later, tone disapproving as he spoke to you once again.

“I wonder how on earth I'm supposed to convince you if this can’t stop you from trying to make it on your own.”

Only, he wasn’t at the doorway anymore, standing a little further back, waving a stack of letters to your face. The color of the envelopes, you immediately knew what the contents were.

Heat seemed to bloom across your face, rushing over to grab the letters from him. It was of no use, he could easily keep them out of your reach, but it didn’t stop you.

“Sweetheart, what happened to you? Looks like you’ve managed to stir up more trouble than you can handle, am i right?” You could hear the mock empathy in his voice, distorted by the rush of blood to your ears.

“You. You happened to me.” You hissed back at him, finally grabbing the papers and slinking backwards. There wasn’t any time to leaf through them, but the big bright red stamps were more than enough to drive you to tears when you saw them. But you couldn’t cry here. Not in front of him.

He didn’t respond to your remark, simply giving you a look of pity, watching with careful eyes as you tossed the pages back onto the table, taking your seat back. The tension was getting higher, only breaking when you finally looked at him, opening your mouth.

“You can’t just come in here, into my life,” you managed, voice quivering despite the resolution you’d come to, “And act like you own the place. You have no idea what I’m dealing with.”

“Don’t I?” Lando pushed himself off the opposing wall, getting closer. “I’m the one who’s been watching you struggle, I'm the one who’s trying to help you love.”

“And is this what help is then?” The thought tasted bitter. “Sending gifts isn’t helping, it’s… wrong.” 

Then adding in a whisper, “You know i can’t afford this.”

He paused, the righteous look he had faltering for a second. “You’re reading it all wrong. I’m just trying to provide for you and the baby, but you want to be stubborn. You won’t take my help, nor will you take my money.”

“I don’t want your money, please.” You begged mercifully, looking at him eye to eye since the first time he’d stepped through the door.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile that sent chills through you. “You should be thanking me. Not many get the same kind of priority you’re getting right now. I’m only trying to make it easier.”

“I would never do it with your filthy money, how many have you run over just to make a paycheck?” You murmured, pausing at the look on his face.

“At least I can provide for myself. I won’t ever have to scrap the bottom of a tip jar only to fail to make rent.” He replied smoothly, eyes narrowing at your attempt to rebuke him.

The implication hung heavy in the air, and you clenched your fists, nails digging into your palm. “I… can’t.”

The silence seemed to stretch thinner, and you could feel the burn in your eyes as you looked down at your clasped hands. You couldn’t even really tell when the first tear slipped. It kept coming, and you couldn’t stop it. You knew he was right.

“Hey, hey, none of that.” He said slowly, getting down on one knee to meet your eyes, taking your hand in his. “I was out of line for that, wasn’t i?”

You shook your head, covering your mouth to stop the sobs from escaping. He seemed remorseful, running a thumb over your knuckles as he looked at you with a mix of pity and something foreign.  “I know I upset you, but I'm still offering you a chance here. I wanna set it right between us.”

You didn’t argue through the tears, and he seized the moment. “You can struggle all you want but I can provide everything you need. I can make the baby my heir, I can give you the life you deserve... all you have to do is say yes.”

“Say yes to what? Marrying you?” The words seem to slip out of your mouth mid sob, and a look of amusement crossed his face as you slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Exactly,” he replied, trademark grin spreading across his face. “Imagine it. A beautiful ceremony, a life together. You’d have someone by your side who can ensure nothing threatens you. You’d be safe and sound. The baby would be my successor, guaranteed.”

“I barely even know you. You don’t know me.” You whimpered as he played with your hand, too loving, too suffocating.

He moved closer to your lap this time, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears, soft and tender than you’d known him to be. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, and I know it feels like you don’t know me at all. This is a big decision.”

“It’s not just a decision, Lando. It’s my life.” You hiccuped, despairing clawing at your insides. “How do I know you won’t just leave when you’re bored of me?”

“Didn’t I promise to take care of you and the baby?” He gently cupped your face, tilting it up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. “Look at me. You’re not alone in this. I’m here now, and I want to help.”

There was a flicker of recognition at his words at the back of your brain, raising voices of caution as you looked at him through glassy eyes. “And what if I can’t love you back like you want me to?”

Lando’s eyes darkened slightly, and he took your hands, pulling you closer. “You don’t have to love me right now. Just trust me.” His grip tightened, slightly painful as he held onto you. “Just let me show you what it means to be cherished.”

He leaned in, his lips almost brushing your ear, the movement making your breath hitch. “Let me in, stop thinking so hard.”

You could’ve stopped breathing, time slowing as he pushed the ring box into your lap.

He was never going to give you a choice, but what he said was ultimately true.

“Just think,” Lando urged as you squeezed your eyes shut, allowing him to play with your ring finger. “Think about what you could have.”

You’d never really realized how much his scent stuck till you until now, wrapping around you and lingering softly. A part of you was tempted to lean into him, to let him guide you into this new reality.

Even if you hadn’t made up your mind, he likely already had.

“Fine.”

Wordlessly, the cold metal slipped on the finger he’d been tracing moments before, bringing up your hand to kiss it.

“See? You’re already one step closer.” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You could only look at him, dried tear tracks sticky against the sudden cold draft of the air.

“It’s a promise,” he said, his thumb brushing over the ring as if it had already tied you together. “I won’t let you go just like that.”

You shuddered. 

There was no escaping him now. You were tied to him.

A sugar coated nightmare, it seemed.

[gtgbabie0]

-Vi x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: {A cozy, snowy morning with Vi and your daughter} For my other works my Masterlist is here <3

“Mm, five more minutes,” Vi mutters from behind you, the words whispered into the nape of your neck with one arm draped over your waist and the other stuffed under your pillow. She had said the same thing about ten minutes ago and still wasn’t ready to let you go from her warm embrace.

You chuckle softly, the sound slightly muffled into the silken fabric of the pillows, which brings a smile to Vi’s lips— her rough palm moving to rest over the curve of your hip, rubbing soothingly in a not-so-subtle attempt to keep you in bed and pressed up against her.

“I gotta prepare bottles, she’ll be awake soon.” You tell her with a tender voice, melting back into her chest as her hand gently caresses over your tummy, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt you’re wearing.

Your daughter had a very specific routine that the pair of you had already grown accustomed to after many sleepless nights and teary breakdowns—all of which Vi had soothed you down through.

“Mhm, can’t have her screaming the house down.” Vi sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to the space behind your ear as you hum in agreement. Yeah, you both had learned a while back not to sleep in when you got woken up by Harper’s cries one fatal morning.

With that you’re pushing yourself up, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to wake your bones up. A small sigh escapes you as Vi’s hand rubs your back slowly— admiring the way the low morning sun casts a muted light through the room and over your pretty face from behind the curtains and it takes everything in her not to pull you back down into her arms.

“You’re so pretty, my pretty girl.” She drawls, a sleep-laden tone with a certain roughness that shoots a slight shiver down your spine— and the fact that she was still trailing her fingertips along the small of your back certainly didn’t help.

She sits up, immediately pressing her nose into the back of your neck with a small hum as she breaths you in deeply— you could feel her smile against your skin. “Violet.” You warn her, though your resolve is weaker than sugar paper when it comes to her and the way her lips feel along your bare shoulders.

“Mhm?” She hums, running the tip of her nose along your jaw.

“It’s already half nine—”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go make a start on the coffee,” Vi announces, with a playfully dramatic groan, bumping her shoulder into yours softly.

“Mm, thank you. I’ll wake up sleeping beauty.” You turn to face her, leaning into her hand as she brushes a lock of hair behind your ear.

“M'kay gorgeous.” She smirks, pressing a kiss to your cheek then another and another and another until they get slobbery and you have to physically push her away with a giggle.

The homely scent of coffee fills the house with wisps of some festive candle— spiced berries and cinnamon or something like that— Vi had picked out the last time you went shopping, she has a knack for picking the best smells at the cost of her completely forgetting the shopping list and becoming distracted by everything.

You were standing by the window, admiring the white fluffiness that has coated the shrubbery and pavement— ice frosted over the windows in intricate swirls. Harper was cuddled up in your arms, in that ridiculous reindeer onesie that was a little too big for her— one of Vi’s marvellous finds as you wait for her bottle to finish warming up.

“Wow, she’s a chatterbox this morning.” Vi chuckles warmly, standing up behind you with a hand splayed across the small of your back— snaking around to settle on your hip, her other reaches to twirl a curl of Harper’s hair around her finger as she continues to blabber nonsense and blows raspberries up at you.

“I think she wants to go out in the snow.” You smile, turning your head to the side to look at Vi as your daughter fists at the fabric of your shirt— still making nonsensical noises.

Your wife catches the glint in your eyes, the way they sparkle up with a playfulness she’s grown to adore— it gives away your real intentions.

“Yeah, does she now, or is this just you using our daughter as an excuse to go play out in the snow?” You nod at her words, a sheepish giggle bubbling up from you, as she pulls you into her, kissing your temple. “You big child.” She adds, giving your warm cheek another peck.

Vi couldn’t lie, it did look tempting as much as she hated the cold and the way the winter air always made her nose run— she’d endure just about anything to see you and Harper smile.

“We’ll take her out after breakfast,” Vi promises, glancing over to the snowy scenery outside— her soft lips ghosting over your jaw as she speaks. A small hushed, celebratory “yes” escapes your lips in response as you bounce Harper in your arms excitedly and your daughter shares your elation in complete unawareness.

The sound of the bottle warmer pinging causes Harper to let out a tiny squeal, her eyes going all wide and glossy as if she knew exactly what the noise meant, food— and you had no doubt that she did.

“C’mere peanut, give momma’s back a break.” Vi coos softly, taking Harper from your arms— “Go get something to eat, I’ll feed her.”

You smile at her in appreciation, a tender look settling over your face as you watch your little one nuzzle into Vi’s shoulder. Her tiny hands fisting into your wife’s hair in fascination with colour to which she gently tries to pry them away, persuading her daughter with a delicious bottle of warm milk— she happily takes it.

You pop some bread into the toaster, knowing that the pair of you really shouldn't eat cinnamon rolls for the fourth morning in a row— despite how Christmassy you felt, Vi had a “figure to maintain”

The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree paint a pretty glow through the living space and into the attached dining room— decorations stretched across the ceiling in colours of reds, golds and greens an endearing tackiness to them that made it feel oh so cosy.

Your socked foot rubs against Vi’s ankle as the pair of you sit at the table— a mix of strawberry and peach jam toast and coffee between you whilst Vi feeds Harper, who is staring up at the ceiling decks with wide curious eyes that flicker around, the festive tunes on the radio were clearly intriguing her.

“Love you,” Vi winks, pushing her foot against your own beneath the table as you take a big bite of jammy toast— you swear she does this on purpose, waiting until your mouth is full before talking to you just to watch you flush and panic.

“Mhm, love you too.” You finally manage to get out, wiping the corners of your mouth as a warm smile stretches over your face at the sight of her leaning down to press a kiss against Harper's forehead— what a tender way to spend your mornings.

[i2rizz]

Undercover Hearts

Synopsis:On an undercover mission in a demon-infested nightclub, you and Dante have to fake being a clingy couple - except Dante's way too good at pretending, and you're one whispered flirt away from forgetting the mission entirely.

He's so hot a devil may cry🙏🙏

The bass from the nightclub shook the ground under your boots—deep, pulsing, and wild, like the heartbeat of something alive and nasty hiding under the city.

You leaned against the brick wall outside, trying to ignore the way the neon lights cast a sweaty, wicked glow over everything. Your eyes scanned the entrance where a heavyset bouncer stood, arms crossed, blocking the door like a wall of muscle and bad attitude.

"You sure this is the right place?" Dante asked, stepping up beside you. He tugged on the leather jacket he’d thrown on for the night—worn, cracked at the seams, but somehow making him look even more lethal than usual.

You nodded. "Demon’s been spotted feeding inside. Disguised as a human. Likes to hang out in the VIP lounge"

"And no weapons allowed" he said, grimacing like it physically hurt him. "I feel naked"

You gave him a smirk. "You’ll live, tough guy"

The bouncer’s voice barked through the line of partygoers.

"Couples only tonight. No solo entries"

You and Dante exchanged a look.

He grinned. Slow. Dangerous.

"Guess we’re gettin’ cozy, baby," he drawled, looping his arm around your waist without hesitation. His hand slid down, bold, landing low on your hip. "Hope you don’t mind a little public display"

You rolled your eyes, but your skin was already heating up under his touch.

This was a mission. Focus.

"Play it up," you whispered, pressing close. "But keep it believable"

Dante’s smile turned wicked.

"Oh, sweetheart. I’m very believable"

You shoved him lightly with your elbow, but you were laughing under your breath as you approached the door. The bouncer gave you both a once-over—his eyes lingering on the way Dante’s hand clutched your waist, the way your body fit against his side like a missing piece.

"Alright, lovebirds," he grunted. "Go on in"

Inside, the club was chaos.

Lights strobed overhead. Bodies moved like shadows in the thick smoke. The air reeked of booze, sweat, and something darker—something wrong. You could feel it crawling over your skin, under your nails. The demon was here. Watching.

You tried to move forward, scanning the crowd, but Dante didn’t loosen his grip. If anything, he pulled you closer, practically flush against him.

"Gotta sell it, right?" he murmured into your ear, voice low and warm. His breath tickled your neck. "You’re supposed to look like you can’t stand being apart from me"

"You’re enjoying this way too much" you muttered, feeling your heartbeat pick up.

He chuckled, deep and sinful. "Can you blame me?"

You shoved him again half-heartedly, but his arm tightened. His hand slid around to the small of your back, fingers splaying wide, thumb tracing lazy circles along your spine.

Your brain stuttered.

Focus. Mission. Demon. Not Dante’s hands.

Then—he leaned in closer. Mouth brushing the shell of your ear.

"Baby," he said, voice dripping fake sweetness. "If you keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want me to make a scene"

You swore your knees almost buckled.

"You're shameless" you hissed, but even you heard how breathless you sounded.

Dante just laughed, soft and rough. He pulled you into a darker corner, hidden from the main floor, the pulsing lights turning his smirk into something feral.

"Think the demon bought it?" you asked, trying to regain control of your voice.

"Oh, babe" Dante pinned you gently against the wall with his hips, his hands framing your face now, thumbs stroking your cheeks like you were made of something precious. His forehead dropped to yours. "I’m starting to forget we’re even fakin’ it"

For a moment, the world shrank.

No music. No demon. Just the two of you breathing the same heavy air, inches apart.

You closed your eyes for half a second, feeling the thud of his heartbeat against yours.

Then—you spotted it. Over Dante’s shoulder. A flicker of something unnatural, slipping into the VIP area.

"Target’s moving" you whispered, forcing yourself to slide out from under him, though every nerve in your body screamed to stay.

Dante grinned like he already knew the effect he had on you. "Guess we’ll have to finish our little dance later"

You shot him a dry look. "You little hoe"

"You still love me"

He offered you his hand with a mock-bow, all theatrics and trouble. You smacked it away playfully and marched toward the VIP entrance, your mind snapping back into the mission—but your heart still racing from more than just the hunt.

Behind you, Dante chuckled and followed, cocky and head-over-heels in the most obvious way possible.

And maybe... just maybe, you were just as bad.

[indulgentdaydream]

How do you think Jason Todd sleeps, like sleeping positions

I'm so glad you asked

also i'm treating this as x reader hope you don't mind

actually i'm going to go off on a tangent first

jason is trained to be as silent as possible. not to draw attention to himself when he doesn't need to. he may be built like a fucking unit/ a militarized fridge, but he knows how to be quiet

that's why i don't think that when he has nightmares that he's waking up screaming/flailing around/punching air. Sure, he's panicking, but he's so used to keeping that under wraps that the most he'll wake up with in a small gasp. maybe a jolt.

after he's awake, of course, is when the panicking starts, the heavy breathing, the sitting up, the pacing, the crying, what not.

(i'm speaking from my own experience. I have consistent nightmares. I've been raised to never make a sound as to not bother others. At most I wake up with a deep breath and pushing myself up onto my elbows.)

now that we have THAT out of the way.

jason, by himself, DEFINITELY spreads out wide on whatever surface he's sleeping on

that man is only sleeping when he's on the verge of passing out.

most times, before dating you, he would get back from patrol, shuck his helmet and armour off, then just belly flop onto the nearest, softest surface and be OUT for a minimum of six hours

sometimes it was the floor. safehouses aren't always furnished

poor guy would usually forget to brush his teeth, too

he meets you and within the next few days goes to the dentist for the first time in a while because he wants to look and be good so you'll like him back

baby had 16 cavities :(

ANYWAYS

with you? good luck moving

he's gotta be touching you in some way. whether he's fully wrapped around you, spooning you, head tucked into your hair/the back of your neck when it's cold, trying to both keep you warm and steal some of your warmth

or a simple hand on your stomach/back/arm/thigh when it's too hot to be fully cuddling

he just needs to know you're still there and that you didn't leave him in the middle of the night

he's insecure :( leave him alone

actually do the opposite marry that man and never let him go

occasionally will let you spoon him, but he doesn't necessarily like it because he feels like he's very closed to being suffocated

loves when you lay on his chest though! he can easily push you off if it gets too much, but for some reason it feels more weighted blanket than suffocation by pillow to the face.

let him lay on your chest as well.

maybe not all the way. he'll keep only half of his weight on you when doing so.

he's SUCH a stomach sleeper. only sleeps on his back when in unfamiliar places. easier to get up that way.

y'all have any kind of animal? you're coming home to find him napping with them wherever. bed? check. floor? more than once. if it's a dog, dog bed? you're chiding him because you now how filthy that thing can become.

he's a sleeperrrrr

let him sleep

help him get rid of his eyebags by giving him some warm milk and tucking him in

100% played with your hair one night while falling asleep and now needs to do it every night otherwise he has a hard time