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name, gender preference and pronouns
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notes middle image is from the initial d manga. x gn!reader. i had male reader in mind but thats not very clear here
warnings swearing, suggestive (under 16 dni)
summary memento mori, memento vivere, memento to-flirt-with-your-hot-boyfriend-every-second-you-get. dating headcanons with my goat matt.
โซ matt likes to pull you in by articles of clothing. not directly by your waist or by your hip. nope. he loops his fingers into your belt loops or the belt itself, pulls you in by the collar, tugs you closer with your tie. literally anything.
โซ either that or he just boxes you in. presses a hand to your chest and slowly (or eagerly, depends on his mood) pushes you back towards the couch, his desk, the window sill, the wall. whatever the fuck there is.
โซ nicknames. always. but especially around mello just to piss him off.
babe - babe (not baby) SPECIFICALLY because i think its the one that would be most instinctual to him. its common, rolls of the tongue well, and good in like.. pretty much any tone.
"babe, play silent hill with me." while sprawled against the couch, eyes fixated on the screen.
"babe, the secretary's on her way to the storage. hurry the fuck up," into your earpiece on a job.
"babe, babe--fuck--fuck--" while his fingers are tangled in your hair and his head's rolling back. yeah.
pretty boy/girl - used every single time he greets you. sliding into the bar stool beside you? "share your glass with me, would you pretty boy?". waking up to you shirtless in the kitchen and hell-bent on making coffee? "'mornin, pretty boy."
other times...
"fuck yeah, you like that, pretty boy?"
"fuuuuuuckk pretty boy, right there.
anything personal - your favorite flower, something significant you've shared, something that's just slipped out, anything that makes him remember you.
โซ teasing little bitch but in the smallest, most annoying ways. tells you your shirt is inside-out when it isn't, puts too much or not enough sugar in your coffee/tea, puts your gun on safety when you usually don't (could that kill you in the split second of confusion on when you pull the trigger and it just clicks? maybe. but he believes in you.), hides your belt in the middle of the night so you're running around the room like a headless chicken the next day.
โซ remembers everything. how you like to start the morning, the right temperature you like your hot drinks, how many shots you need till its too dangerous for you to walk the streets alone, how far his teasing (or..other things, for that matter) can go until its genuinely out of line. he shows this knowledge in the small things he does everyday--sliding a fresh mug across your desk on a late night exactly the time you usually go for another hit, placing your clothes in the area you usually first look, always saving the chair or spot on the couch you like, and much more. though, lets bfr, sometimes he doesn't really care and resorts to teasing. he's sweet when you're extra pissed though.
โซ i don't think he'd be specifically big on PDA or showing you off (unless its to mello, to again, piss him off), it'd just happen and he wouldn't care.
โซ sharing earbuds. fuck yeah.
โซ always beside you when you're in the same room. standing, sitting, lying down. if he's not beside you, he's behind you, in front of you. in line with this, he'd probably prefer sitting beside you than in front of you on dates. i feel like it would feel more intimate to him--he can intertwine your hands, hook his leg over yours, press kisses to your neck, and see your face more clearly while you yap or he spills whatever jibber-jabber he's got.
โซ dates wouldn't really be dates. things would just.. happen? he'd spend most of his time with you already. again, lets bfr, the fanciest thing you're getting with this man is a family-promo from your usual chinese restaurant and his newest version of mario kart.
โซ he doesn't really give a shit about his bad habits. or for that matter, life in general unless its about you. you probably won't be able to change that, and, lets be honest, if you lived pretty shitty like him he won't try to do much to change your lifestyle. unless it was about things like not eating well, SH, etc. in that context then, he'd probably try to have a serious talk and use his big bad brain to help--but he wouldn't push too hard unless it was really severe, probably knowing how it was like having people always on eggshells around him in wammy's house.
silently, matt presses the roll in his ringed fingers to your lips.
the car's driver-side window was rolled down as you stood watch on a new job. mello insisted you two not be put together because, and i quote 'those bitches don't know how to spend a minute together without fucking'. well, he's wrong. most of the time. but here you were, your right leg over his as his free hand drew circles on your inner thigh. the radio played faintly in the background, a somehow comforting buzz of too-heavy drums and distorted guitar. the clouds of smoke from his own drags withdrew slowly out the window, his mind as numb as the grey haze. he prodded at your lips once more, raising an eyebrow under his goggles.
"you want my lips or the cig?" he mused, head leaning further back against the driver's seat. "or.." a cheeky grin crept up his lips before you swatted it away with a laugh, to which he retorted back with trailing his fingers suddenly higher.
andddd yeah, guess mello was right.
specifically suggestive below
โซLOTS of make-outs in the car. lots. after a good car chase and you're both still high on adrenaline, after a party and you two are drunk and high as shit, when you come back from a job and boy is needy af.
โซ in his (or your) rooms, i think most stuff would happen on the couch rather than the bed. idk it just happens. you creep up behind him for a kiss, and suddenly you're rolling over the head board and he's over you. your legs are tangled while he plays video games and you watch, anddd suddenly his hands are all over you. you're both to lazy to stand up and stumble over to the bed, so there is fine .
โซ ok hear me out he takes it SLOW. slow kisses like youโre his first hit of a cigarette, slowly roaming hands, slowly sliding your clothes off as he watches each square inch of skin be revealed. he rolls his tongue with yours like heโs tasting a fine dining dish, like heโs relearning you each time. heโs always overstimulating himself in the day; with video games whilst simultaneously thinking how to solve the latest bug in his system, whilst listening to music and simultaneously hacking away and still wondering how he canโt beat the new boss fight. so i think heโd want time with you to just be slow. he's like a lazy, somewhat tender kind of slow most days, but i will admit i think he COULD have more fervor on bad or extra good days.
โซ usually not rough unless you ask. very mid-paced too. i feel like he wouldnโt be very naturally roughโheโd take his time. this babyโs an analytic smart brain so at first heโd take note of what you liked and what you didnโt. always asking โis this okay?โ or โcan i do this?โ in the first few weeks. after that heโd pretty much be accustomed to your tastes and pace, and would probably try to adapt but if you REALLY liked being rough im sorry this man is too lazy for that.
โซ lwk kind of pathetic except he doesnโt care. he wouldnโt be INSANELY loud but heโd definitely be moaning โoh fuckโfuckโfuckโโ while his head rolls back, or heโd repeatedly tell you how hot this is or how hot you are in between gasps every 2 seconds. needy as hellllllllll too. i feel like he wouldnโt have gotten much before handโwith being in wammyโs house and that shit. maybe he and mello had run away a few times (matt not rlly caring lol just following mello for shits and giggles) and MAYBE had some experience whether with each other or with other people. there i said it.) but idk. id like to imagine reader being his first time when he joins the mafia with mello.
bloody knuckles, stickers all over the punching bag, and most of all, salty kisses. 6 days a week you each produce at least a liter of sweat, bruising your knuckles with each punch and dirtying your knees with ever fall. the best part? the cuddles and kisses after.
notes miles g morales (earth-42 miles) x reader. miles and reader spar (post-cuddles and kisses included). "i love you but i still pretend i don't despite having very concrete plans to cuddle and kiss you senseless later" dynamic. established romantic relationship. warnings hardly violent sparring??
โซ ห. แตแต now playing.. you - radiohead
hot.
hot is all you feel with each punch you throw, with each turn of your hip and with each twist of your supporting leg for another bashing kick. you and miles had been at this for, what? an hour now? you weren't sure, your mind was a haze as you focused purely on the boy in front of you--hurling each hit with as much precision as one could after sparring for so long without any breaks. oddly enough, it was exhilarating. you felt a rush in your bones every time you did this, like the blood flowing through your veins was somehow full of electricity, sparking your brain into a sort of high that was even better each time. you couldn't tell whether the aching thump in your ears was coming from your head or your chest, but you didn't care, a grin spreading across your lips as you dodged the roundhouse kick miles sent your way with a deep huff.
"tired?" you teased with a raise of your eyebrow as you two continued to spar, neither of your attentions wavering as you threw hit after hit. to him, the curve of your lips was almost roguish, and he couldn't help the grin that cracked his own lips, mirroring yours.
"shut up, i'm not tired." he groaned, flashing a string of fairly messy punches. his balance faltered as he responded with a final side kick, clearly proving otherwise.
"oh, i'm sure you aren't." you snorted. to be frank, you weren't sure what happened next; irritatingly, miles was far too quick. he caught you off guard in that moment, the curve of his lips widening as he ducked down in a sweeping kick. naturally, your knees buckled and you fell to the padded floor with a muffled thump and a groan. that little prat, he didn't even bother catching you. for a moment, all you could see was the graffiti-littered ceiling of the abandoned office building you and that stupid prowler had declared your "sparring arena" before miles came into view above you.
with a scowl, you pushed yourself up onto your forearms, looking up at miles who had the smug expression of a child who just built the tallest lego tower in the playroom, his hands on his hips. "such a gentlemanly move." you drawled, rolling your eyes as he extended a hand to pull you up.
"you know, you didn't have to make me fall, you could have just admitted you were tired." you grumbled as you wrapped your arms around miles's sweaty torso with a pout. you had returned to his uncle's little training room/tinkering-place/prowler hideout which miles had claimed as "half-his" since he was, well, the prowler. there was a fraying, dull green couch in the middle of the room--as littered with numerous stickers as the punching bag a few feet in front of it. various posters which ranged from miles's favorite rap artists to his uncle's favorite pop idols (he loves katy perry with unmatched pride) littered the wall, a family polaroid or a string of graffiti lyrics here and there. he popped open a plastic bottle, chugging it all down in one messy gulp.
"well you could have formulated another attack in response, but you just laid there. admit it, you were tired too." he said in retort, a scowl on his face you knew was clearly fake.
you chortled in response, unlooping your arms from his waist to sprawl yourself across the tattered couch with a roll of your eyes. almost instinctively, miles turned around too. "okay, fine, i was tired." you admitted. "at least i've got the balls to be real about it." you scoffed with fake annoyance, turning your head away from miles.
as you glanced back, the snort that escaped your lips really couldn't have been helped. the look on his face was pure gold--much cuter than miles had intended it to be, surely. his eyebrows were furrowed, his nose all scrunched up and his lips parted in a scowl. you doubled over in laughter, holding your stomach in an attempt to ease the piercing pain that emerged from, if you'd like to be poetic about it, pure joy.
this, as expected, further deepened the adorable look on miles's face as he crossed his arms. he took a few steps, standing in front of you on the couch.
"i'm sorry--" you somehow said in between laughs, leaning back against the sofa's back. "i'm so sorry," you shook your head, wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes as took a shaky breath, stifling even more laughs. "i'm sorry babe, i really am." you smiled up at him. the edges of your eyes crinkled--a sign of the laughing fit that was threatening to unearth beneath them.
this seemed to soften miles's expression, though only for a quick moment, as his face gleamed with smugness akin to the self-satisfaction he showed earlier at the end of your spar. he plopped himself down on the couch atop you, burying his face in your lap with a sigh. "you better be." he grumbled, placing his chin on your abdomen as his fingers danced across your thighs. content, he closed his eyes, almost like a dog.
"you're like a little husky." you said softly, a small smile on your lips as you ran your hands over his fishbone braids. he hummed in response, not seeming to mind the comment. he pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then another before pushing himself up. he pulled you gently by the wrist, lying back against the couch to bring you into his lap. sighing, he brushed his lips across your jawline your breaths mingled as you did so, your fingers moving to cup his face.
"beso?" he asked, the tone in his voice more vulnerable than he wanted it to be. smiling, you pulled him in gently in a soft kiss--at least, at the start. he could still taste the salt on your lips, could still feel the warmth in your cheeks and the half-dried sweat dripping from your hair. as you sighed with a part of your lips, well, who could blame him for tilting his head to the side? for deepening the kiss? for sliding his tongue into yours? for the hum that escaped him as you nipped on his bottom lip? he did all of this with pride swimming in his brain, the blood in his veins more electrified than it could ever be even in the worst of fights. he felt on fire with you like this. all alone with just him and the city-stained sunset light seeping into the windows, just so, so--
"miles, you there?" aaron's deep voice echoed down the hall, earning a groan from both you and miles as you pulled apart. the door opened with a light click, revealing aaron's tall frame behind it's tattered wood, his eyebrows raised in amusement.
"oh? did i interrupt something? didn't know you were getting it, kid." he chuckled, clearly amused. your mouth laid agape as miles buried his face deep into your neck, mumbling something about how he should have just stayed in his room.
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sfw fluff, angst, deep angst etc. expect a tiny TINY bit of spice in some of my works, like literally just a grain.
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our radio shows (fandoms) โก - dj's favorite
โก lockwood & co. โก death note. โก arcane. โก * the wizarding world. โก six of crows. โก criminal minds. x-files. stardew valley. the marvel universe (ESPECIALLY the spiderpeople). doawk (just โก rodrick though..) . the irregulars(netflix)
*in no way do i support jkr she's a prat, but the wizarding world is deeply ingrained in my soul and i will continue writing for them. also its funny how much lgtbq+ fan content tww has online despite jkrโs idealogies nd i wanna be a part of that LMAO. i am open to contradictory opinions on this but please refrain from sending hate in my askbox.
the dj's favorite toons (characters)
rodrick heffley, spencer reid, (young) sirius black, newt scammander, miles morales (both earths), hobie brown, sebastian (sdv), viktor (arcane), anthony lockwood & george karim
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ab.se, r.pe, inc.st, y.ndere stuff etc. if the reader was a victim and you would like some comfort fluff, its fine. i dont do agere or pregnancy stuff.
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