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ITALIAN FOR DINNER? | R.B X READER
word count \ 2.8k | fluff and stuff | slash / regulus black x reader
in which regulus takes you out on a date to a local italian place
A LITTLE LOAF SERIES MASTERLIST
ITALIAN FOR DINNER? | REGULUS BLACK X READER
Regulus had never felt more nervous in his life than what he did right now.
He had faced a lot of things. He had faced his fatherâs and motherâs weath. He had faced Sirius leaving. He had faced death over and over, either his friends or ones he mightâve done. Heâd even faced the Dark Lord himself, no speck of fear shown in his face.
The Dark Lord himself called Regulus Black a brave man. One of his bravest.
So why was he so nervous now?
He had changed his outfit about ten different times before Kreacher had gotten sick of his pacing and chose one for him. A black sweater with a black denim jacket on top, different patches of paint covering the pockets and back. He had on work pants similar to yesterday, the ends flaring out. Kreacher had also handed him jewelry to wear, gothic necklaces and rings each.
Even though he wasnât sure, he didnât have much of a choice in the matter anymore.
âKreacher doesnât understand why Master Regulus is freaking out this much.â he grumbled, shaking his head and ticking his tongue. âKreacher never freaked out this much when he was with his wife.â
âBecause I feel obsessed with her,â Regulus stated simply, grabbing an eyeliner pencil before blinking. âWait, you have a wife?â
âOh yes, Kreacher has a wife!â he said excitedly, clapping his hands before standing on top of Regulusâ dresser while he did makeup. âKreacherâs wife was sold to a different owner though. Kreacher hasnât seen her since.â
âMaybe you should try and find her.â Regulus said. âCould you do that?â
âHouse elves have magical bonding to each other once they are together, yes.â Kreacher says. âIt is how Kreacher knows she is still alive and well. We can communicate through the bond.â
Regulus blinked at that, having not known that was even possible. âLike telepathy?â
âYes, like telepathy.â he smiled. âThink of it like a matching bracelet with a partner, with a part that buzzes your bracelet each time they press it. Whenever Kreacher thinks of her, Kreacherâs wife will feel it, and visa versa. No thoughts though.â
âYou know,â Regulus mumbled, blending his eyeliner out to make a more faded look. âIâll be gone for this date for a while.â
âMaster could not possibly be suggesting what Kreacher thinks he is.â Kreacher muttered, almost in awe.
âYou deserve so much more than her, Kreacher.â he said, patting Kreacher on the head. âYou deserve the world. And I think finding your wife is a key to that. Go get her.â
Kreacher smiled happily at that, agreeing on the condition that he would help Regulus first.
Regulus decided that he needed to stop worrying. That thought didnât stop him from worrying, but the thought counted at least. He also decided that he was going to buy you flowers. Magnolias seemed to be a staple in your relationship now that he had talked about them yesterday, so that was what he was going to get.
He walked to the park about an hour before your date was meant to happen, spending about 20 minutes magically ensuring that the flowers were of the best quality. He made sure to cloak his magic though, not wanting neither Muggles to see or the Ministry to track him.
He had flowers. Now was the time to get to your house.
Your house that he didnât know.
You were currently panicking in your room, dress laid on your body.
You really wanted to impress Regulus. Sure, you didnât know Regulus all that well, but there was something about him nonetheless. He seemed genuinely nice, like a true good guy.
Which is why you had bought this dress just for him.
It was a purple mermaid dress with spaghetti straps and a black lace overlay. You thought that he might like it, it gave you a vampiric aesthetic kind of vibe. You thought he gave those too.
But would he like it? Would he think youâre doing too much?
You sighed, hands rubbing your forehead as you tried to think. You seemed to know about him, but you also felt like you knew nothing at all. He talked, but not about him. He mainly talked about you, if he was being honest, which made you feel extremely guilty now that you thought about it. Would he only talk about you once you got to the restaurant? Would your dress even hold up in the weather on the way to the restaurant?
You were dragged out of your thoughts when your phone rang. It was Regulus.
REGULUS: I planned on picking you up for our date, but I realized that I donât know where you live.
REGULUS: Do you want me to come to your house, or do you want to meet at the restaurant?
You felt a flush growing even harder on your face as you read that. He wanted to come to you? Was that a thing that you wanted?
Your heart had immediately said yes.
YOU: i really donât mind either way, whatever u want to do!!!
YOU: i live just above the bakery, itâs a two story building. the stairs are in the back, tho itâs a bit of a climb
REGULUS: Thatâs fine, I donât mind.
REGULUS: Do you have any vases?
Vases? Was he bringing you flowers? Did you even have vases?
Your eyes darted over to your kitchen counter, looking at the island counter. You had a vase when you first moved in, though gave it away after a month or two for a friend.
YOU: no vases :c iâm sorry reggie
REGULUS: Thatâs fine, donât worry. Iâll see you in about 10 minutes then, is that okay?
YOU: that sounds lovely! iâll see you!
You sighed softly, looking down at your phone with a lovesick smile. You were already so done for.
Regulus showed up to the bakery with a smile, going to the back and walking up the stairs. It was a bit of a long climb, though he didnât mind.
He hummed after he knocked on your house door, the Magnolia flowers in a red vase. His hair was a bit tousled from walking, but he hoped that would add to an appeal of some kind. There was a flush on his face, smiling softly as he waited.
âComing!â you called out, your voice echoing through the room behind the door.
Regulus smiled at the sound of your voice, hand tightening around his vase as you spoke. He held it even harder when you finally opened the door, almost dropping it out of shock.
How was it possible for someone to look so good?
There you stood in your magnetic glory, the purple dress you wore quickly becoming his favorite sight.
âAre those Magnolia flowers?â you asked him excitedly, gently grabbing the vase. âFrom the tree that we saw yesterday?â
âYeah,â he stuttered out, clearing his throat. He wasnât sure if he was dreaming or not. It all felt like a fever dream. âYou, uhm, you look good.â he muttered with a blush. âReally good. Truly.â
You giggled softly, holding the vase of flowers in your hand. âLet me put these up, okay?â
âOkay.â he whispered breathlessly, smiling dopily as you walked off. He felt his heart beating out of his chest, his face flushing bright red.
You came back outside just as quick, the large smile on his face making his heart beat even worse. It suited your face so perfectly, a sight that he wasnât sure he could ever get out of his mind.
You looked perfect.
âAre you ready?â you asked him.
He nodded, a small smile growing on his face. âYeah, Iâm ready.â
The walk to the restaurant was calm and serene; which helped your beating heart for just a moment. Then it made it worse. A lot worse.
Your hands were swinging together peacefully as you walked in silence, though you found the silence comfortable. You wanted to learn more about him, but you found this silence gave you more about him than things he might say instead.
Regulus was a quiet man. He liked the silence, and didnât like talking about himself much. Even still, he seemed caring. Like a man who cared too much but was never allowed to express it.
You wanted to show him that it was okay to do that.
Regulus held your hand as you both walked. He practiced the sidewalk rule. He bought you flowers, held doors for you, and did anything one could imagine for a partner to do. He was absolutely perfect, though you werenât sure if that was a good thing or not.
âHere we are.â Regulus said, smiling at you with an expression that just screamed love.
You wanted to see it every single day.
âIt smells delicious.â you sighed softly, smiling as you inhaled the scent. It smelled like a lot of things. Bread, garlic, sauces that mingled so well together. âWhat do you think youâre going to get, Reggie?â
âProbably something light.â he muttered quietly. âSpaghetti?â
âWe could share!â you said excitedly, arms wrapping around his. âWe could have that scene from the Lady and the Tramp.â
âThe what?â he asked curiously, looking over at you.
You grew a bright flush on your face as you realized what you just said, stammering as you looked down at the ground. He had a small smile on his face, though it also looked rather confused about your reference. âItâs, uh, itâs nothing. I mean, it was stupid.â
âI want to know.â he whispered, tilting your chin up to look up at him. âCâmon pretty girl, tell me.â
You flushed wildly at that, your stammering getting even worse as he spoke. How could one say things like that so casually? He was like a character from a romance book, or someone from your dreams. Someone you never thought you would meet in your life.
âItâs just a movie reference.â you mumbled quietly.
Regulus smiled softly at that, caressing the line of your jaw. âWhat was the reference?â
âWell, the two love interests,â you muttered, stuttering out your words as you spoke. âThey were eating pasta, and they had the same piece. So they, you know, ate the piece. Together?â
âYou want to kiss through pasta?â he smiled knowingly, raising his eyebrow.
You pouted at him, crossing your arms. âYou hush.â
âMy lips are sealed.â he chuckled quietly, hand moving down to your waist as he guided you inside of the restaurant. âCâmon.â
You felt your face flush with every step as you both sat down, your fingers fidgeting with each other as you sat across from him. Your heart was beating out of your chest wildly, so fast that you were sure that it wasnât forming any contraction.
The waiter came over and you ordered, though your date was mostly a blur because of your emotions. You felt everything all at once, warmth and fuzziness running through your veins.
He was so kind and caring. You got to talk about yourself. He talked a bit about himself, enough to keep you coming back for more. Maybe that was his plan all along, but you found yourself too hooked already to truly care about it.
There was something magical about him, something you couldnât quite place. It was a feeling that felt so familiar to you, like the feeling of home.
Maybe thatâs why you liked him from the beginning. Because he reminded you of home.
âDo you want a to go container for your food?â he asked quietly, pointing at your half eaten pasta. You had eaten quite a few breadsticks beforehand, which made your stomach rather full by the time the pasta came around.
âMaybe, yeah.â you smiled. âThank you.â
He waved his hand mindlessly, calling the waiter over for a container and the check. You didnât know how much it cost, since he took the check before you could even look at it.
âAre you sure you donât want to split it?â you asked.
He shrugged simply. âI have money,â he said, putting cash into the folder. âPlus, I felt youâd want to focus your money on the bakery.â
You flushed brightly, smiling softly. âThank you, Reggie. Really.â
âYou're welcome.â he smiled. He grabbed your container after standing up, holding his hand out for you to hold. âWalk home?â
âWalk home.â you smiled softly.
Your walk home was absolutely perfect. The sun was setting down and created the perfect ambiance, although the air was still cool. The park was full of small children running around for their weekend play, images of your future ones running around with them.
God, you were being delusional.
But how could you not be? Regulus was the perfect man, the best one you had ever met. And so far, he had no issues with you either. He talked about himself when you asked, he let you talk about yourself whenever you wanted.
He was the definition of perfect.
Which is why you felt destroyed by the time you reached your apartment.
âI suppose this is goodbye for the night.â Regulus whispered softly, a small frown growing on his face.
âI think so.â you whispered. âI wish this night could last forever.â
He smiled softly, his hand squeezing yours. âMe
too.â he whispered. âBut I read that having some time apart is healthy. I can stop by the bakery tomorrow, if youâre working?â
âThat sounds amazing,â you giggled softly. âThank you, Reggie. I really loved this date.â
He smiled softly, hand squeezing yours again. This time it was a bit harder. There was a blush growing on his face as well, though you decided not to comment on it.
âI did too.â he smiled softly at you.
You smiled softly, the both of you standing there for a couple minutes. There was no sound or movement that you felt could distract you from this moment, eyes locked on each other.
âI have to get back home.â he whispered under his breath, though he didnât move a single inch.
âYou do.â you nodded slowly, still holding onto his hand. âBut Iâll see you tomorrow, right?â
âOf course.â he smiled softly, still standing there. He busted out into a small chuckle after a moment, looking down at the ground. âI know I said that itâs important for us. But I really donât want to leave.â
âI donât think you should.â you grumbled with a pout, before sighing. âBut, you are right. We need our alone time each.â
He smiled softly, nodding. âWe do.â he said.
Your hands finally separated as he looked up at you, his eyes looking down at your lips before up at your eyes again. âIâll see you tomorrow?â
You smiled softly at him, though it didnât reach as far as it could. Did he not want to kiss you?
âTomorrow.â you smiled.
He nodded, a large blush covering his face as he nodded you goodbye. His hands fidgeted with the other as he walked back, and you watched him walking away down the street.
You smiled softly. It was probably too soon to kiss him anyways. So, you made your way back inside your apartment.
The flowers were still on your kitchen counter when you walked in, the scent of the flowers permeating inside of the house. It reminded you of him.
You felt your purse buzz, most likely your phone going off. Your hands reached down to grab it, smiling brighter when you saw Regulusâ name.
REGULUS: I wanted you to know that I really loved our date today, Y/N. It was truly amazing.
REGULUS: Iâm sorry for not being very expressive, or for not kissing you before I left.
REGULUS: I wish I did.
You felt your cheeks flushing as you read his messages, anticipation building higher and higher the longer you watched those three bubbles type.
YOU: i really enjoyed our date too!!! it was really nice, and refreshing? idk if that makes sense
YOU: and u can always come back for a kiss <3
You smirked proudly, feeling very proud at your successful teasing.
You decided to change out of your dress, changing into a sweater and some shorts you had lying around. You were about to start a movie when your doorbell rang, feet carrying you to open it.
âReggie?â you asked quietly, a small squeak coming out of your throat as his hands grabbed your face desperately.
The kiss was perfect. Everything felt perfect with him, if you were honest. His hands were grabbing at your cheeks, thumbs caressing them gently as his lips hungrily kissed yours.
âJesu,â you chuckled breathlessly as he pulled back, taking a moment to catch your breath.
Regulus panted softly, looking down at your lips. âThey felt better than I thought they would.â
âReally?â you asked breathlessly. Could he get any hotter?
âReally.â he smiled, kissing your forehead. âThank you for that. Iâll see you tomorrow, okay?â
You sighed dreamily, giving his lips one more peck. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
AUTHOR'S NOTE
thanks to everyone who's read this! i loaf all of u guys frfr (i have written so much that i have no regular people words)
AS ALWAYS - please like, comment, and reblog!
#fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#fluff#fanfic#extra fluff#<3#the marauders#slytherin boys#regulus black#regulus black deserved better#and im giving it to him#regulus black x y/n#regulus black x reader#regulus black x you#date night fanfic#first date#reggie black
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Omg your instagram story is so right! I canât believe Iâve never even noticed that, probably because in fanon keith and shiro are so close that Iâd forgotten that isnât canon :0
Deserves this awesome quote which I had to dig out of my sideblog reblogs
#for context - i was complaining how under-served we were to listen how much shiro did for keith and how amazing their relationship is#and then were forced to watch him just recruit him for school and be a decent teacher#like any teacher should#i mean....#any.#like he was just showing basic decency for not throwing Keith away for bad behavior#keith acted as if that man hung the moon#as if he was reliable... took a few punches that were meant for Keith ....risked something for him#wanted to give up his liver or something#gave up his last food in the apocalypse to feed him i dont fucking know#Keith acted as if that guy literally saved his life and we got scenes where Shiro is emotionally manipulating him to stay in school#or to become a leader#never really asking how he feels about it or if he needs help#i thought twice before saying Keith attached to a pile of shit because it was warm#but not thrice#i've re-watched season 1 of Arcane and was so mad about it i couldn't hold it in djdjdjd#i do think they could have a good relationship but what we were /shown/ was just not it too many plot holes to fill#love that the fandom can fill the discrepancies and rewrite those relationships though#and also i was really glad people answered to that story agreeing#i was feeling weird reading all those 'keith and shiro are my fav relationship in the show'#...lance was more warm to the mice than Shiro to Keith '#i feel like it owuld make more sense to me if keith did all of this WHILE being pissed at Shiro for leaving him#or if we saw he finds him unreliable - Shiro was only useful to him as long as Keith followed his rules too#Vander doing all he did for his daughters that shit was unconditional fucking love#vi and jinx never being able to off one another had more raw pure love than that#you know what i mean??? sorry im doing it again.... end of ramble#mezzy out đ
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Not to be a jingfu on main, but it's so cute that Jing Yuan thought of Fu Xuan with those jelly beans
#me: the Xianzhou characters are all just coworkers#also me whenever anyone is shown to be fond and have intimate knowledge of some other character: awwww#Like Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan playing starchess and teasing each other or making a reference to things they like#or Jing Yuan talking about young Yukong#Quingque apparently disliking Fu Xuan but obviously that not being the caseâ knowing what she likes and how she thinks#Fu Xuan hiding that she has a sweet tooth but Jing Yuan and Quingque knowing it and teasing her for it#I don't know. There are a lot of instances of these small intimate details in the middle of what looks like a coworker relationship#Good coworkersâ but coworkers nonetheless#And ironically it moves me so much? Even more so than Belobog. I've been told several times that Belobog seemed more tight. And I agree#In Belobog people were friends or family or companions but linked by something closer than mere coworkers with Wildfire#Even Sampo in the Underworld was strangely 'theirs'. He had the magenta colour of Wildfire and he was trusted to some extent#The Luofu characters don't have that. And yet the fragments of intimacy scattered through their interactions move me a lot#These are people who have known each other for centuries. Jing Yuan knows of Yukong's youthâ its joy and grief#He knows Fu Xuan has a sweet tooth and teases her about her height. Quingque does too#Fu Xuan chastises both of them for being lazy but she knows they're smart and good at their job. She plays starchess with Jing Yuan#Quingque mocks Fu Xuan for being a workaholic but is very aware of the weight she carries both in her position and ideas about destiny#I won't mention Yanqing and Bailu because there is obviously more than a coworker bound when it comes to them#But yes I love the moments of intimate knowledge scattered through the Xianzhouâ so telling of the fact that these people have known#each other for longer than several human lifetimesâ and that perhaps they don't necessarily regard each other as more than their coworker#But perhaps that's enough in order for them to care. Perhaps in a lifetime over one thousand years the intimacy gained with a coworker#through several centuries is something beyond what we could understand in our decades lifespan#But alsoâ perhapsâ I don't know. Alsoâ perhapsâ the do care beyond coworkers in that strange line between work and friendship#Perhaps it's strange for Xianzhou natives to tell apart that kind of relationship after so much intimacy and knowledge through the years#And perhapsâ once againâ as it often happens for themâ they think they'll always have enough time to tell; until they run out of it#They play chess together. Quingque can lose time because Fu Xuan can't stay mad if she brings her sweets. Are they just coworkers?#We play chess. I know what tea and sweets you like best. I brought them today since you would indulge me and play starchess with me#Thanks for playing with meâ I'm running out of book puzzles. You keep divining my moves but I'll invent a fake story to distract you#Are we coworkers or something more like friends? Where is the line after so many years?#I talk too much but I love this charged nothingness haha I find it ironically so true to how many relationships in real life develop#And I find it so movingâ that representation of this endearing smallness of everyday life. Of these small things is life made
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Explaining your First Love to the Yandere's
A/N: "The Yandere's", meaning as many yandere's i think I can characterize as yandere's as perfectly as possible without burning myself out. Also, are the pictures too much?????? Also, I couldn't find a good pic for Sugu without picking the one where he's literally going insane LMAOOO. Love how my semi-debut for my yandere characterization for him is shown w a not so pleasant picture of him(they're all perfect). Anyways, this is probably gonna be my most chaotic, yet organized, post about jjk ever. I have a solid plan and will go through with it. It's friday and this is me "letting loose" before the weekend. Also, the first love story will be pulled from my own experience. With multiple twists to it to make it sound as interesting as possible.
SCENARIO:
"Mmmm. I remember my first love." You hum in a pleasant tone as you start to reminisce events of who you first gave your heart to. "I loved him so much, it was insane. Because....we grew up with each other. We used to be like this." You twist your fingers together, smiling at him as you explain. "He was an embodiment of me, as I was of him. I don't remember a time we weren't friends. I think it helps to mention that our mom's were friends and they were neighbors. So....we've always known each other. He's a year older than me."
You two were out in the park on the grass. He suggested a little picnic together, hoping to bring you two closer so he could possibly make more moves to be more than a friend. But you were so oblivious to it, even going as far as talking of your first love as if you still missed this stupid asshole.
"I still miss him." You go silent for a few seconds and stare down at the checkered blanket, smiling. He gapes a little and resists the urge to scoff. "We both loved playing video games, we watched the same tv shows, went to the same elementary school....a lot of things happened between us. He didn't like me back, though. I confessed to him when I was 9 and he said no." You laugh. "But even then, I still loved him. I still feel it, too. For some reason, my love for others doesn't really go away. Just sits at the bottom of my heart to make more room for others."
You sigh and continue talking about the guy. "He just grew more and more....attractive as I grew up. I am pretty sure he's why I have my type that I have in men currently. He's very tall....a deep voice." You sigh, closing your eyes to remember. "Relaxed, closed off.....I heard him on the phone when our moms were talking a month ago. He sounds....so different. I don't even know what I'd do with myself if I saw him again." In real time, he watched you unravel slowly to show how.....inf*tuated you were with this guy. You were so focused on naming his qualities. As if you could picture him perfectly in your mind.
"I'm so glad we don't talk to each other anymore. I ruined our relationship. Said a few inappropriate things I shouldn't have said at the wrong time. I haven't spoken to him in....6 years. And I'd rather it stay that way, honestly. Because he's a rather boring person outside of his physical attributes. But I have attachment issues." You pick up one of the snacks laid out between the two of you. "Yeah. I'm done talking about him. I would rather not think of him anymore."
YANDERE REACTIONS:
Sukuna:
Sukuna was baffled. Anger, frustration, fear, and even jealousy kept his tongue from moving. He thought this moment wouldn't ever happen in his life. He thought this wasn't a possibility. Your extreme disloyalty to him was what made him clench his hands in anger. But if he rationally thought about this, you don't know. You don't know how much he loves you. How much the Ryomen Sukuna loves you. You were supposed to be his in all lifetimes. He felt like he absolutely knew you were pure. You smelled pure and your energy felt pure when he first met you. So why were you fixing your mouth to say such disgusting and unfaithful words to him as if he wasn't right there?
He wanted to ask you if you've been trying to give yourself to him like a whore, but he knew that was just him overreacting. He wouldn't ever say such things to you, anyways. He wanted to change for you and was trying, starting with these stupid little date settings he knew you loved. A fucking park. And here he was being stabbed in the chest multiple times without your knowledge of it. It was all your doing.
He might be human in this lifetime. He might be nothing but a mere human for you to toy with freely, and he would let you do it to him. But he would never allow a puny roach get in the way of getting what he deserves. He deserves you and he will have you, one way or another. And if that means cutting a small piece of your heart out just to keep the rest, then so be it. He can't have any piece of you in him. Just thinking about him makes another vessel pop in his body somewhere. He will kill this thing.
Kento:
Maybe he was overbearing. He really just couldn't help but feel insecure. There should be no real reason for you to bring up a man from the past. Someone that should clearly be out of your mind. Was he boring? What did that fool have that he didn't? And why did you mention it while you two were on this date??(It wasn't a date, but it felt like it to him) Maybe he was too plain. Men like him were just smokers and loners, of course you'd bring up someone else that can satiate your desire for real love. It's all because he couldn't. Not in the way you want to be loved.
But he knew, he knew that he was enough. He knew he was your type as well, so, what did you mean by he was the type you have in men?? What does that mean for him? Will you use him and throw him away? He doesn't want to be used and tossed out like trash. He wanted to be yours forever. He wanted to be your man. Your man. He wanted to be your lover, your obsesser and the one you obsess over, not that imbecile. He wanted to be skin to skin, he wanted to be under your skin, he wanted to make his mark on you and for you to do the same to him. He deserves your love. But here you are expressing it for another man you haven't even spoken to in over 6 years. He deserves that type of commitment, there's nothing he's done to deserve it this late.
"I love you." The words slip out like oil on water. And it makes his heart oh, so much lighter.
Suguru:
"Heavens. I'm glad you aren't talking with him now." Suguru chuckles and shakes his head, peeling off more strawberry leaves for you. "This is why." He points with the strawberry at the people walking past and then gives you the strawberry. "This is why I don't want you talking with them. They do this to hold you in their clutches, I've seen it." Suguru sighs as he recalls your story in his mind. Jesus, was it trying to hypnotize you? If so, it was working. No worries, it won't be around to mess with your mind much longer.
"They actively lie, they laze around, let their emotions control them, and then try to manipulate you to stay with them to be their stepping stool." He brushes your hair back neatly, and you scrunch your eyebrows at his words. "But I know you're better than him. Better than all of them." He calls out your name and stares into your eyes with a look that makes you flustered. What is his problem?
"You are the light. You are one of the most strongest and intelligent sorcerers I have seen of this time. You hold up your potential and continue to blow my mind with how beautiful your soul is. I am constantly drawn to you and your energy, I never get enough of it. I don't ever want to hinder you and I don't want anyone else to hinder your energy. That's why I will kill that filthy animal that tried to touch you." It's scary, the way he maintains eye contact with you and spits the nastiest insult about the man you once loved with your whole heart.
"I can't wait to get to know you better. You've been teaching me so much. Maybe you can tell me about your favorite nature spots and we can relax there whenever you're free. And sometime later, I could also take you to meet my family. You'll love my two daughters." He laughs lightly, knowing Nanako and Mimiko would adore finally having a real mother worth of raising them. Together, you and him would be unstoppable.
Choso:
Choso was finished with peeling the mandarin for you. You kind of were confused about how he went about doing this, though. Because all over his lap were the smallest bits of mandarin peels you've ever seen. But the mandarin looked perfect. He obviously took his time. He handed it to you softly, smiling. You accept it happily and begin peeling.
He was surprised he didn't rip the thing apart then and there. Maybe be should peel things more often. The way you so freely spoke about your love for another man when your soulmate was sitting right next to you, peeling fruit open for you was preposterous. He needed a hug. A lemonade, had to kill someone, something. But he stopped killing people for you(secretly), so he has to resort to acting like he's peeling off that devil's skin. Starting from where the shiny skin first shows. The first piece is always the hardest to pick off and it's hard to choose where to begin. But soon enough, the color underneath began to show. He slowly picked off every. Little. Piece. He heard a yelp of pain and cries of "sorry's" in his head for every piece.
Every single little piece made the air smell more and more sweet and tangy. The more you spoke, the faster he picked. The stronger the smell was. So citrus-y and delicious. It made him smile. He loved peeling this mandarin. Then picking off white strips connected to the mandarin itself, so that it was smoother and you had no access peel. Like veins, they came off one by one. He simply stared at it when he was done. Smooth, perfect. Scattered remains laying everywhere on his lap.
He's never felt this way before. What were you doing to him? What is this twisting feeling in his gut that makes him want to puke? Why can't he breathe? Why does he want to kill the kids and mothers at the playground not too far away? He needs you to calm him down.
He hates this park.
"Here you go, angel." He hands it to you, smiling. You looked a little confused at first, but then took it from him, opening it to take a slice. "Oh, this looks real nice, Cho. ......Why are you smiling like that?" He shrugs, picking up one of the strawberries you brought from your place. "Like what...?"
Toji:
Toji was silent. The awkward silence he was creating between the two of you made you nervous. He was sitting close to you, leaning over to you, his arm supporting his weight behind your back with your shoulder touching his chest. He was just staring down at the bowl of strawberries. ".....Toji?" Your soft voice made him sigh.
No, he couldn't do it. Killing you won't kill the pain and anger in his chest. This was probably the angriest he's ever been. He wanted to shout at you to apologize for how you were making him feel. But what he really wanted was to feel your lips on his and for you to shut the fuck up. For some reason, every time you open your mouth, it always ends with him degrading further and further off the side of sanity and just going completely ballistic.
You saw his hand on his hip. The hip that wasn't actually his hip, but was his gun he was resting his hand on. He would feel so much better if those shrieking rats would shut up. Fucking rodents running around you two freely like he wasn't about to ruin everyone's day.
He wouldn't say he was often traumatized, but he could've went his whole life without hearing that story. Now he has to find a random man and kill him for stealing your heart. I mean, the least the bastard could've done was reciprocate his feelings and not leave you feeling helpless. "I could treat you better than that dick." You flinch at his words before smiling, averting your gaze as well. "Oh....." He leans in closer to your face. "Where does he live, huh? Is it the prick with the glasses?" "No?" "The one you work with?" "I-I told you I haven't-" "Eh, whatever. I'll find him and kill him." He smiles at your bashfulness and grabs a few strawberries from the patch.
Sometimes he forgets you don't care much for how he says things. If the right message gets across, you usually don't mind how he says it. But he just blatantly threatened to kill him. You grab the leafless strawberries from his hands and begin eating. Nah. You were his, for sure. He sighs and lays down on the blanket, staring up at the blue sky.
Satoru:
Satoru nodded along with your words, his hands trembling. When you smiled, he did. When you sighed, he would, too. And when you finished your story, he had to swallow the thick bile in his throat. You were just....recalling old memories, that's all. Nothing else. He tried to focus on the grass blades he felt through the blanket. He tried to focus on the sounds of the kids running around squealing.
He watched you eat some of the cold grapes he brought you. They were big, and you praised him lightly for finding such a great batch. He nods quietly and stares down at his lap. Everything was fine. You were fine, and so was he. "Satoru...?" Honey dripping naturally in your voice makes his head turn automatically. The worry etched on your face made the strings holding his mind together break one by one. "Are you alright..? You're sweating."
Nothing was fine. He can't believe you just said that to him. Why would you..? Why did...? Why?.....wait, why?? Why??? Why why why why why why WHY would you do that? Why would you say that to him? He sacrificed so much for you. He killed all of the assassins that went after you when the higher ups found out about you and him getting closer. He paid off your parent's debt secretly. He paid your rent. He woke up early in the mornings to talk to you because he knows you like to wake up to see the sunset. He memorized all of your schedules when you have special weeks, special breaks, he memorized all days that you memorized, he knows what mattress you like to sleep on, he knows how you like certain foods to be seasoned, he knows your favorite weather and season, he didn't fucking learn all of this about you for nothing!! WHY don't you ever appreciate everything he's ever done for you? Why don't you notice him? Why don't you love him? He stalks you every day to understand the type of man you would want to live under your roof and be under your covers and that wasn't enough.
He's been so alone all of his fucking life. No one understood him like you do. He couldn't help but open his ribcage, breaking them off of his body to one by one to let you touch his hot beating heart with your cold fingers. He wants you inside of his heart forever and never let you go, can't you understand that? He hasn't slept in three days, predetermining what he was going to say to you during this picnic, and you tell him that?? Just fucking kill him. Kill him, kick his face, spit on him, ruin him like you're doing now. He clearly doesn't matter.
"Satoru??"
He's supposed to be the one you compare playing video games with, he is supposed to be the one you watch the same tv shows with, he was supposed to go to the same school as you!! His skin is on fire, he can't breathe, his mind hurts, the grass blades are irritating his skin and the children are making his migraine worse. Are you saying something? He can't hear you. His ears are ringing.
He wants to be him. He wants to rip open the skin and spine of the man who lived in your soul since the dawn of time and crawl into his body to experience what he experienced. He wants to do all of those things with you as kids and live with you, grow with you, let him be your infatuation. He wants to rewind time. He wants to die. He wants both of you to die and be reborn to be given a second chance he can never ever have.
"Satoru!"
Your face is twisted into heavy concern and slight fear. Satoru sat in front of you, staring at you. He hasn't moved in three entire minutes. His face was covered in bucket loads of sweat, his lips twisted into a tight smile that threatened to break into a million pieces. The corners of his lips wobbled as if he was going to cry, but his eyes were wide open and dry. His legs, arms, and back stiff as he sits in such an uncomfortable position, it had to hurt. You were scared for him.
Can he hear you? You slowly raise on of your hands to touch his cheek and he flinches under your touch, finally blinking. "Yes?" You purse your lips and bring out a cold water bottle from your basket. "Here, maybe you should drink some water." He takes the water bottle you dropped into his hand. "Thank you." He whispers and sighs, twisting open the cap. You watch him guzzle the whole thing in 5 seconds. "......maybe we should go indoors." He nods, closing the now empty water bottle. "Yeah. The sun is hurting my eyes."
No part 2's. Because I don't like continuing old plot and I love seeing people go crazy for me not continuing good content.
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true temptation â cl16
genre: sainz!reader, humor, nnn (mommy, i can explain), smut, fluff, whipped!charles, established relationship
word count: 2k
Your boyfriend makes a decision to participate in NNN, but immediately regrets it when he realizes just how difficult it is to stay away from you.
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...car sex, riding, fingering
req!... probably the longest drabble iâve done so far, but i hope you all enjoy!
âYouâre never going to last.â
The Monegasqueâ eyes challenge you as you stand there unimpressed, hands on your hips. It had all started with him barging in on you and calling an âemergency coupleâs meetingâ.
Pacing the room, he goes back and forth, mumbling slowly, as if creating a plan up in his head. As far as youâre concerned, he was never going to actually do it. The man was obsessed with you.
âHave a little faith in me,â he groans, hands brushing his hair back in despair.
His so called - âemergencyâ - was that he would be taking part in No Nut November. No kissing. No sex.
Or anything remotely related to it.
Walking up to him, you pat his chest. His hands find their way down to your waist, doe eyes staring back up at him.
âI will⌠But Iâm going to make your head spin.â
-
He started off strong. He even felt a bounce in his step when he entered Ferrari Hospitality; he swore he felt like he was walking on sunshine.
âYouâre actually doing it?â
Joris, too, had no hope for his friend. He had seen the way the green eyed boy would cling onto you as if it were the only thing he knew how to do. The way he talked about you, even when you werenât around.
âOui. Why? Do you not think itâs a good idea?â
His friend tilts his head to the side as he thinks about it for a minute. âNot sure. All I know is that your and Pierreâs bet on who can last longer is never going to end up good. You canât even go a single second without kissing her!â
âHe said he could last longer than me? I have to prove him wrongâŚ.â His mind slips over to the last part. âI can live without her kisses for a month. Itâll be fine.â
The Ferrari driver makes his way to his team, properly analyzing what faults his car had and how he can make the best out of it. Frustrated, Charles rubs his eyes.
âI will do the best I can, but I canât promise a podium. Not with a car like this.â
Taking notes, Xavi nods as he walks away. âHi, Xavi!â The sound of your voice instantly makes him ease up as he searches for you. His jaw goes slack.
âWhat are you wearing?â
Smiling wide with eyes crinkled, you rush over to him. âItâs only a dress.â
But it wasnât just a dress. He knows you did it on purpose, wearing the little black dress he had last fucked you in. Itâs the way it fans your thighs as the wind gently teases anyone passing by.
âYouâre supposed to be on my team. Are we really going to let Kika and Pierre win?â
Rolling your eyes, you tippy toe, naturally about to kiss him, but stop yourself before you do. He frowns.
âYou are sooo right!â You comedically screech as you slap your hands against your cheeks. âI do want us to win! Forget the kiss, my mistake.â
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head.
âYouâre a fucking nightmare.â
-
Heâs a week in and heâs finally starting to lose his grip.
âYouâre sweating buckets, mate,â Daniel points out as he lets out a loud laugh, doing a muppet dive. Charles unbuttons his collared shirt.
âItâs the heat, itâs the heat.â
The Aussie furrows his eyebrows and he raises a hand up to feel the air. Light breeze. Shivering, you strut over to your boyfriend.
âCan we leave? Itâs getting too cold.â
And he hates the way that dress clings onto your body, your figure being completely shown off. Nothing but dirty thoughts have entered his mind from the moment he first saw you.
âSure.â
Kicking off your heels, you throw yourself onto the bed, face first. Shooo tirefff, you mumble against the sheets. He purposefully takes a seat across from you, knowing heâd be tempted to cross the line if he didnât.
Tossing over, you reach out for him. And heâs about to turn you down, but he notices the way your nose is painted pink - your cheeks, too - and soft, tired eyes meeting his. His heart melts at the sight. So, he reminds himself that a hug with his girlfriend is nothing bad.
Climbing onto his lap, you dig your face into his chest, short dress riding up. He physically has to stop himself from letting out a loud moan. Instead, he traces his fingers up and down your spine. You shudder.
âAre you sure we canât fuck, Charlie?â
Right there, is his breaking point. Heâs ready to kiss you, finger you, eat you out, fuck you, anything. But you giggle teasingly as you pull back, a wicked smile drawn.
âWhoops. Never mind.â
-
Heâs known you wouldnât make this easy on him. Itâs almost as if youâve made it your mission to screw with his head - and while he would normally love it - in this case, it was killing him.
Dance with me, you would beg him and you sway in front of him. It was a rare moment of it just being you two, so naturally, you took advantage of it. You showered, did your skincare, watched a movie, but the moment you heard Sparks by Coldplay echoing from his phone, you immediately jumped up like a bunny.
Then, his heart would melt, and melt, and melt - and melt some more. It would only be a reminder of what a perfect match you both were. He would memorize your face once again; no makeup, eyebags due to long travels with him, a small cut on the bridge of your nose from earlier when Lando had accidentally hit you with his frisbee, pink lips he so desperately missed.
He would oblige, the way you knew he would. He found home within you as you would both sway, your feet on top of his as he would lead you both, you having to do nothing but close your eyes and feel his heartbeat. And it was so sweet to know that it was only yours.
I love you, he would remind you as if he didnât already tell you a million times before. As if it were a way to make up for all this. And you would say-
âI know.â
-
âHow are you keeping up?â
The Frenchman smiles proudly as he takes a sip of water. âIâm actually doing fine. You?â
Charles gulps, green eyes following to where you stand next to Kika.
âGood.â
-
âItâs actually not that hard.â
Kika and you had been touching up on your boyfriend's challenge. She would say it as if it were the easiest thing. You slump against your chair.
âThatâs not fair⌠Mine has the most beautiful face ever!â
âHey!â
You squeal as she aims a pillow at you. Iâm sorry! The Portuguese laughs too, sticking her tongue out. You sigh. âI do miss him, though.â
âYeahâŚâ
âHave we seriously just been talking about how horny we are?â
âDonât say it like that!â She bites her lip. âWe have.â
âWhy did they ever think this was going to be a good idea?â
Propping her arm against the table, she beams. âItâs not, but I heard from Pierre about how much Charles is struggling.â You groan.
âYeah, well thatâs nothing but his own fault.â
-
Itâs now been 2 weeks and heâs already given up. His pleads were convincing.
Câmon, baby. Let me fuck you.
Itâs been too long. I miss the way you taste.
But you stood your ground.
âNo, no, no.â You shook your head, running away. Seeing Carlos, you hide behind him. âYou brought this onto yourself! Now youâre just going to have to deal with it.â
Confused, Carlos questions you both on what youâre talking about. Itâs just that your sister wonât let me-
âStop! Thatâs my brother!â
The Monegasque shrugs as Carlos turns to you. What is he talking about? Your face burns up as you brush him off. âNada, nada - heâs just being a jerk.â And so, he believes it and walks away, too tired to deal with any of it.
You let out a squeal when Charles plunges towards you. He picks you up, carrying you to his motorhome.
âLet go!â
Dropping you onto his small bed, he stares down at you like a lion salivating over their prey. You suppress a whimper, clamming your legs shut. He raises a brow.
âYouâre telling me you donât want the same thing I do? I promise Iâll do it just the way you like it.â
Closing your eyes, you can picture it. You can feel him already, pressed up against you. You do want it, you do. Opening your eyes, you shake your head.
âJust two more weeks to go.â
-
âWe lost.â Taken aback, you snort. What do you mean? Your friend blushes before dragging you to the corner. âI mean that last night Pierre and I went out for dinner and one thing led to another and-â
âOkay, okay, I caught on!â
Giggling, she shimmies her shoulders towards you. âWhat are you going to do?â You pout as you stare back blankly. She sighs. âIâm talking about you and Charles! I mean you both already won - you could do whateverrrr you want.â
Stuttering, you cough before saying, âYou made it loud and clear, thank you very much.â
-
Shivering, you climb into the passenger's seat of his Pista as you thank him for opening and closing your door. As soon as he climbs in, he turns on the heater. The Monaco streets were lonely, everyone already in their homes, sheltering from the light rain that had picked up.
âYou want to pull over?â
You sound so sweet asking that he almost thinks heâs hallucinating or that any second now youâre going to surprise him with a, just kidding!
But he quickly could tell you werenât and he doesnât want to let the moment slip away. Not when heâs been waiting for so long. Screw it if he lost.
Pulling over on the side of an isolated street, he hauls you onto his lap. You thank the universe for skirts. Pushing your panties aside, his long fingers slide against your wet folds. You let out a wail.
âFuck, you donât know how Iâve missed hearing you.â He slides two fingers in. âFeeling you.â
Dazed, you find yourself grinding on his fingers. Every single time they would brush against your g-spot, you would kiss him harder. He slips them out, bringing them up to his lips.
And he moans in a way youâve never heard before. So fucking sweet. Blushing, you lean in to kiss him. You can still taste yourself.
âCharles, please - do something.â
Never during your entire relationship has he ever fucked you as hard as he did that day. His grip on your waist hurt, but it hurt so good. His cock would continuously brush against where you needed him the most, so much so, he left you seeing stars. Drooling all over him, you hold onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down rapidly.
âSo tight â So warm.â He chokes when you ground your hips deeper. âSo fucking good.â
Then, he finishes inside of you. His fingers slide down to your clit as he rubs it. You finish with a loud cry. Kissing you one last time, he slaps your ass. You scowl playfully.
âAdmit it - youâve missed it, too.â
-
âJust a few more weeks and you would have won!â Pierre clicks his tongue before kicking his legs up against the table in front of him. Charles rolls his eyes.
âIâm never doing that again.â
Kika smacks the Frechmanâs thigh. âYou both lost, remember? Only, you did before him.â The Monegasque quickly springs up.
âYouâre saying we won?â
âYouâre acting as if this were the fucking Olympics, Cha.â You drag him by the arm to sit back down as he starts celebrating his âaccomplishment of the yearâ.
âWhat are we clapping about?â
Your brother strolls over to an open seat as he opens up a water bottle. Hurriedly, you screech, âNothing! Only that the season is almost over-â
âHeâs yapping about how he won No Nut November, except, he didnât. 2 weeks and fucking does not count.â
âYou did what?â
Jumping up, Charles trips over his feet as he tries backing away from the angry Spaniard. âI think I forgot my phone! Iâll be right back!â
Chasing after him, your brother yells out, âThatâs my baby sister, cabrĂłn!â
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spidey boy ; ě´ëŻźí
pairing spiderman!mark x female!reader
synopsis mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that youâve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.
genre established relationship, fighting (if you squint), lots of fluff, slight violence and cat-calling, slightly suggestive, mark calls reader âmy girlâ and âpretty girlâ.
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âdo you think that spiderman guy is actually as good as everyone says he is?â you ask mark, who lay peacefully in your lap as your fingers ran through his hair.
you two had been hanging out after school, as you usually do, watching random channels while you both indulged in each other's day. however, you had articulated this hangout the night prior.
a few days ago, you had aimlessly been searching through markâs backpack in hopes of finding your calculus notes, which you had so graciously let him borrow, only to stumble upon a very familiar red and black mask balled up in the bottom.
at first, you thought mark had hit peak fangirl. he was obsessed with the superhero after all, completely drawn to the tv or newspaper whenever spiderman was mentioned, but so was every other human being in your city.
so when you began noticing how markâs late-night appearances and âfashionably lateâ activities began lining up with the famous building-swinging superhero, your mind put the pieces together.
you tried to understand his point of view and why he wouldnât reveal this very key detail about himself. it hurt you, though, feeling as though there was something in you that made him not feel comfortable enough to expose himself to you.
so, you compiled a plan to get the truth out of him organically, or as organically as this could be.
âwha⌠what do you mean?â your boyfriendâs head quickly snapped up, turning on his palm to face you with a questionable look knitted into his features.
a smile teasingly pulled on your lips, knowing you had hit a sore spot in his ego. how couldnât he be proud of himself? after all, he was known as the hero of your city.
âi donât know,â you continued, leaning back against the couch, watching your boyfriend swing from building to building on the screen in front of your bodies. âhe just seems too full of himself, like cool you can swing from buildings and hang upside down, but we have police and firefighters for a reason!â
it took everything in you to not break character, slowly watching markâs face grow red at your painful statements. he just looked at you, eyes blown wide and brows pulled so close together that you were certain he could get stuck like that.
with a small giggle, you reached out, brushing your thumb between the crease in his brows and bringing it down to caress his cheek.
âwhatâs with the face, baby? donât tell me you're obsessed with him too.â his face slowly relaxed as your soft hand held his face, but his brain was still scrambling with your previous statements.
how could you find him not absolutely amazing? he could swing from buildings and hang upside down!
âyou donât think heâs cool? not even a little bit?â markâs eyes followed yours to the screen. spiderman now being shown saving an older woman from getting mugged.
âi think heâs cool, i guess.â you looked back at your boyfriend only to find his eyes already on your face, his previous expression appearing again. âbabe, you canât be serious.â mark leaned back, feeling completely bewildered by your nonchalant attitude towards his heroic duties.
âitâs not that big of a deal."itâs not like youâre spiderman, so why should it matter if i like him or not?â you titled your head away from the screen to watch his eyes grow wide, and you could audibly hear his breath hitch.
âbutâŚâ he quickly let out before catching himself, looking at the tv to see his segment disappear. âbut what?â you teased, beginning to feel bad for your ministrations.
he looked back at your face, sighing heavily. ânothing, just like the guy a bit," he said before lying back in your lap to hide his face from you.
this was going to be a lot harder than you thought.
âhey baby~â mark cooed as he stepped into your apartment, takeout bags in hand. you quickly sprung up from your spot at the counter, running to hug your boyfriend after not seeing him for awhile.
after your first attempt to disclose his true identity was unsuccessful, you held off from bringing up the topic for awhile.
but you had finally decided to take a different approach this time.
âi missed you, pretty girl.â the nickname made your cheeks heat up as his cold hands held your face in front of his. he inspected you lovingly, relishing in the fact that he could finally hold you without school being in the way.
âmissed you too," you replied before kissing him softly. mark dropped the plastic bag on the counter beside him, pulling you firmly against him. his lips were almost enough to make you forget about your plan.
almost.
âgod, iâm hungry.â you pulled away, making him laugh at your cute antics, and he joined you on your couch to eat. as you sat, you pulled off your (markâs) sweatshirt to reveal the key details of your plan.
mark quickly noticed the black spiderman logo displayed across your chest, at a loss for how quickly your opinion of him changed. âyou like?â you asked, flaunting the red baby tee you had bought earlier that day.
âi- i thought you thought spiderman was stupid." he nearly choked on his food, trying not to blush at the image of his girl repping him like this.
âi never said he was stupid, mark. i just thought he was overhyped, but i now understand where all the love is coming from.â you looked down, ogling at your new shirt, sure of its effect on your boyfriend.
âohâŚâ he tried to fight the grin, trying to cover his lips, but couldnât contain his relief. âglad you finally came around, baby.â he smiled before shoving his face with more food.
âyouâre not jealous?â you asked, beginning to take on step two of your plan. âhe is a guy, after all.â
this made mark actually choke on his food. âwhat? why would i be jealous about that?"
âi mean, your girlfriend wearing a shirt for some muscular superhero who is most definitely sickly hot under that skin tight suit he wears while saving lives." you went on swirling your fork in your food, looking up every so often to see markâs cheeks darken at the compliments.
he held his head down, but not enough for his flushed ears and cheeks to go unoticed. âwhy are you so red, baby? i still like you more, you know; spiderman canât take you away from me.â you reached over and combed your fingers through his hair to feign worry.
âthat is, unless he happens to swing by and sweep me up with his insane muscles.â you winked, making your boyfriend turn into a tomato.
âyeah, you wish he would do that.â mark joked, trying to deflate his growing pride, which you continued to boost.
âwhat? are you saying iâm not worthy of spidermanâs fantastic biceps picking me up and swinging me through the night sky?â mark looked at you quizzically.
you couldnât be serious, could you?
mark discarded his food, crawling over to trap you beneath his body. "fantastic, you say... and what are these?â he made reference to his own muscular arms peeking through his fitted white tee.
"marvelous," you replied, sliding your fingers softly over your boyfriend's muscles. how lovely it was that you didnât have to dream of spidermanâs biceps as they sat right in front of you.
âbetter than fantastic in my book.â mark smiled before catching your lips in his.
your spiderman shirt was soon discarded in that moment but continued to linger in markâs head days later.
âiâm just gonna go grab a few things. i promise i wonât be long.â you stood in your doorway, attempting to run to the store to get a few things before it got too late.
mark hated this.
âwhy cant i just go get it or go with you?â mark wrapped his arms around you from behind, making it increasingly difficult to slide on your shoes. he kissed you all over your neck and face, held your hand, pulled at your jacket sleeves, and even attempted to block the door entirely to try and get you to stay, but you were as determined as you ever were.
âiâm a grown woman, mark. i can run down the block by myself.â you turned around in his arms, reaching for your keychain next to his head on the wall, hanging by a hook.
âitâs dangerous out there. wouldnât want my pretty girl getting hurt.â he slouched against the wall, still holding onto your hand as your whole body nearly made it out the door.
âgood thing spiderman will be there to save me from any danger.â you teased him before slamming the door in his face, preventing him from getting anymore words out. not that he could form any from your statement anyway.
as you made your way through the isles of the tiny convenience store down the block from your place, you began to notice a dark figure popping into your vision.
a man decked out in all black and wearing a dark baseball cap pulled down just enough to hide his eyes followed your trail through the store.
he just coincidentally needs the same things, plus itâs freezing outside. thatâs why heâs covered up so much, you thought. you can't say much about covering up with your giant black puffer jacket nearly swallowing you whole.
as your shopping trip continued, you couldnât help but notice the figure not picking up a single item they inspected.
how weird, you thought.
âhave a nice night!â the sweet cashier bid you goodbye before you quickly made your way out of the store.
as you exited the glass doors, the figure from earlier greeted you outside. your steps increased in speed as you noticed the figure continuing to follow your path.
you: mark could you meet me outside
you: creepy dude wonât stop following me
you: dude answer the phone
you: mark come on this is serious
you huffed, knowing the figure was still following you from a distance and aggravated by mark ignoring your texts.
âwhatâs a pretty girl like you doing out here alone at night?â the figure spoke from your side, somehow managing to come up beside you without you noticing.
you stayed silent, pretending to be interested in the cement beneath your feet.
âhey! iâm talking to you!â the voice barked, noticeably irritated by your lack of interest. âi asked you a question, bitch!â a hand grabbed your wrist tightly, stopping you in your tracks.
thinking it was the figure, your body froze seeing spiderman right in front of you. stumbling back, you watched your hero step in and fight off the creepy man, knocking him over before webbing him to the alley wall ahead.
âtry and speak to her again, and youâll get much worse than a few webs on you.â the familiar voice of your boyfriend came out deep and threatening, making your breath hitch. you had never heard him speak like that.
while the bum continued to try and yell through the webs plastered over his mouth, spiderman turned to check on you.
âeverything all right? he didnât touch you or hurt you, babe- i mean, mam?â the fumbling of words made you laugh slightly, knowing the dork under the mask.
âiâm all right, thanks to you, spiderman.â you swooned, so caught up with the fact that your own boyfriend was spiderman and that he had practically beaten and webbed a man to a wall for you.
âwhat could i ever do to repay you?â you asked, trying not to trip over your own feet at the way the suit hugged markâs muscle so well. more than any t-shirt ever could.
âjust doing my job, as always.â spiderman leaned his body against the wall smoothly, resting his head against his fist. you two stood there in a few seconds of silence, both not knowing what to do.
âyou better get headed home; itâs getting late.â he coughed, finally breaking out of his daze.
âno swinging around the city for me?â you asked, pretty disappointed that your boyfriend was about to make you walk home alone. âno can do, web swinging with lovely ladies is a daytime activity only; i wouldnât want anyone to miss it.â he pulled his body from the wall, shooting up a web to hang from a sign above your heads.
âwhat a shame. guess youâll just have to give me a show of the city another day," you replied, watching as mark swung his legs over the sign to hang upside down effortlessly.
definitely trying to impress me, you thought.
âi can see what i can do.â he crossed his arms over his chest before you stepped forward on your tiptoes, placing your hand on his cheek, making him short circuit.
âthanks again, spiderman.â you spoke, leaning into him to place a quick kiss on his mask-covered cheek.
âof-of course. any day, mam,â his voice cracked at your actions, making you laugh as you turned away to walk home.
mark hung in bliss before realizing he was supposed to be at your place, not saving your life in a spidey suit.
you rushed through the door, dropping your bag on the ground and making a beeline to your room. the only place with a window mark could slide through without getting caught.
you swung open your door to reveal a maskless spiderman half way through your bedroom window, eyes wide, body frozen.
you froze in shock, almost surprised that your plan had finally worked. "gotcha," you smiled, leaning against your door frame satisfied.
âuhâŚâ mark scrambled, attempting to put his mask back on as if it would make you forget seeing his face entirely. as he tripped and tumbled around your room, you slowly made you way behind him.
âmark,â you began, attempting to get him to calm down. âbaby,â you turned him slowly as he finally got his mask back on. âmark? whoâs mark? that your boyfriend or something?â he attempted to deepen his voice to throw you off.
he realized this was unsurprisingly unsuccessful, noticing the smirk that continued to show on your face. âyou know him, donât you, spiderman? heâs the boy who just kicked ass and saved my life less than ten minutes ago.â you said, gently pulling off his mask to reveal your boyfriendâs face.
he stared at you, not knowing how you felt. âlook, i can explain this all,â he nervously let out as he looked anywhere but your eyes.
before he could explain, you kissed him softly, wanting to ease his worry and express your gratitude. he saved your life after all, and not just by being spiderman.
âiâm not mad, not at all.â you looked into his eyes, noticing how at ease he seemed to be at the relief of your words.
âiâm so sorry i didnât tell you sooner. i was so scared you wouldnât want to be with me or be scared of me,â he ranted, trying to make you see his side in case you had lied and were even the littlest bit mad at him. he hated when you were mad at him more than anything.
âwhy would i not want to be with you? i love you, mark, so much, itâs crazy.â you pulled his face into your hands in disbelief at his words. âand plus, how could i be scared of such a handsome, strong, crime-fighting superhero who so happens to double as my boyfriend. if anything, people should fear me,â you joked, ripping a laugh from his lips.
âhow long have you known?â he asked, pulling you closer by your waist. biting your lip, you looked down, trying to hold back your laugh. âremember when you borrowed my notes for class and forgot to give them back?"
you didnât even have to finish, seeing the realization wash over his face as the words fell from your lips.
âyeah, maybe putting your suit in your backpack wasnât the best place.â you both laughed at the situation at hand; mark was completely dumbfounded.
âso thatâs why you talked such shit about me and bought that stupid shirt!â he continued to put together the pieces, gripping your waist tighter as he laughed at his own stupidity.
"ding, ding, ding!â you replied, pulling away slightly to take in his whole look, still not being used to see him like this up close. âyeah, definitely need to see you in this more often now."
mark flushed, turning into putty in your presence. your eyes traveled all over the intricate details and meshing of the suit. how it hugged his body and made him look completely unreal.
âdo a little spin for me, doll.â you teased, wanting to ease up all the pent-up emotions still hanging in the air. mark giggled at your stupid comment but did as you asked nonetheless, turning slowly for you.
turning completely to the back, not a second went by before mark felt a harsh slap on his skin. âfuck baby! what was that for?â he whined, reaching down to rub the irritated spot.
"sorry, i couldnât help myself when you have an ass like that, mark lee.â you smiled at his pained expression, putting your arms back to lean against your vanity, still ogling at your boyfriendâs physique.
âguess i really do need to wear this more around you.â he placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you beneath him.
âmaybe the story time can wait till later.â you breathed before his lips pressed themselves to yours.
âi love you so much, my girl."
âi love you too, spidey boy.â
now you had mark completely to yourself, spiderman and all with no secrets left to hide.
Š martiniblues | do not copy or translate my work!
note | more spider!mark WHAT CAN I SAYYY WHAT CAN I SAYYY. heâs literally my fav mark to write ever like pleaseee get him as the korean peter parker asap!!! anyways, hope you loved this and my request box is always open <333
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there's an interesting moment in "sinsmas" that i think far too many people misunderstood.
it's this one.
Stolas is a sucker for romantic fantasies.
we know this from pretty early on. he referred to blitzo in fantastic romantic terms like "my knight in shining armor".
he crossed blitzo's boundaries again and again because he thought their relationship was more intimate than it actually was, and he was sure blitzo was on the same page.
and he's constantly shown consuming romantic media- romance novels, telenovelas and rom-coms.
and honestly? i was constantly surprised by how much the narrative didn't punish him for it. not to say he didn't experience heartbreak. not to say some illusions weren't shattered. but at no point was the narrative ever saying stolas was wrong for having those dreams.
no, not even in sinsmas. because you know what happens five minutes after stolas gets angry at himself for doing it all for a fantasy?
this.
blitzo, slaying a literal dragon with a literal sword to save stolas. it's a scene straight out of a fairytale. and just because subtlety is for losers they even call it out.
the narrative literally tells stolas, your fantasies weren't foolish. you were right to believe in them. they came true.
it's a reoccurring theme in a lot of hellaverse characters. because you know who else is a dreamer hanging on to impossibly grand fantasies?
this guy.
sure, they aren't romantic fantasies, but blitzo's business aspirations are not all that different in the level of grandness or delusion. the theme of blitzo aggrandizing himself as a boss and the success of his business have been present since the pilot. they've been hammered home several times, with him, much like stolas, steadfastly ignoring any bit of reality that doesn't settle with his fantasy.
will blitzo ever get to be the big boss of a circus business with clowns and horses? probably not. does blitzo make plenty of mistakes about the way he runs his business? of course, so many. does he have ridiculous notions about what being a boss means that he needs to unlearn? yes, definitely!
but despite everything, he pushes through. and slowly but surely, his business becomes more successful as time goes on.
charlie from "hazbin hotel" is actually another good example of that. she also has a ridiculous dream that no one believes in. she also has ridiculous notions inspired by that dream. and the narrative also rewards her for hanging on to it when no one else would believe in it but her.
the point that seems to repeat in those stories is that those fantasies are important. that the act of believing in them is important. it can inspire you. it can help you push through when the odds are stacked against you. it can provide you with the drive you need to achieve your goals.
if stolas hadn't clung on to his ridiculous romantic fantasies, he wouldn't have believed in what he and blitzo could (and did) eventually become. he wouldn't have persistently tried to reach blitzo for as long as he did, even after he realized blitzo views their relationship so differently from him. he wouldn't have jumped so readily at the chance of what they could be, and found the courage to break free from his miserable, abusive marriage. he wouldn't have let blitzo become his light, and he wouldn't have become blitzo's heart in turn.
and it's not that stolas' is completely blind to reality. he doesn't literally wants to live in a rom-com. it's actually spelled out for us in "apology tour".
stolas doesn't want to actually be chased in the rain every day, he just wants someone to show this level of care toward him, because no one ever has.
and he finally gets it. and i'm sorry to break this to you, if you're one of the people who seem to be chomping at the bits for the narrative to slap the dreams out of stolas until he gets over them, but he wouldn't have gotten all of this without his fantasies.
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OK Guys. I get the skepticism esp after the Knuckles disaster, but we also need to keep in mind "this is a trailer that won't spoil literally everything about the movie." ESPECIALLY in regards to GUN. They're not gonna put in the trailer "the military shot a little girl and that's why Shadow is mad so Sonic is going to never work with them ever." That's a great way to get parents to bring their kids to the theater, especially in America. (/s)
It's WAY more effective as a plot twist halfway through, where Sonic thinks that he's finally being accepted onto Earth via working with the government only to find out that they're exploiting him and Shadow the same. I can't guarantee this is gonna happen obviously but it's like a 90% chance just knowing how, like. writing works.
Esp considering the government has not had a good track record in the last two movies, I dunno if they'd do a heel-face turn into "actually they were always right" in the movie where a little girl needs to get shot by the government.
And I'm not gonna say "trust and form a parasocial relationship with a film director" but we should keep in mind that Jeff Fowler got his start working on Shadow's title game and has stated in interviews that he understands how important Shadow's backstory is to his character. Not to mention how the internet has been exploding the last two years with enthusiasm over this story actually getting shown onscreen, enough that a studio would fucking notice at the very least that this is what the people want. I can't guarantee they'll actually listen, but saying that they're absolutely not because "Sonic was in a GUN helicopter in the trailer" is insane. Especially with the fact that GUN is not with Sonic when he goes to Eggman. We just see Team Sonic alone meeting with Stone, and I will bet you it's because there's no way in hell GUN would let them near him, what with the Robotnik connections to the ARK.
Also the Gerald thing is rather worrying, esp with the lack of shit they gave Pachacamac in the miniseries, but honestly I think that was just a marketing push of "Jim Carrey will be playing TWO characters!!!" Considering he's only seen in one trailer scene AT the ARK (where all of Gerald's technology was and, more importantly, where the Eclipse cannon he needs someone to set off is) AND we know from movie 2's credits scene that there was a fifty-year timeskip, I severely doubt that's the real Gerald who's just completely unaffected by his granddaughter being murdered.
And ofc there's things to be concerned about in the trailer. The lack of Rouge for instanceâ I obviously keep posting my theory that Krysten Ritter's character will be her undercover but the fact we don't know how much time she'd actually have with Shadow, if at ALL, is worrying. The fact that Rouge might not be here period. The weird pacing of the Knuckles show and the fear that could bleed over into the movie. But there's also stuff to get excited aboutâ the epic fight scene choreography, the brief glimpse we got of Maria and Shadow's bond. Reeves's voice actually fits Shadow and at least from what the trailer showed us it looks like the Green Hills storyline is taking a backseat to the action and mystery of Project Shadow.
tl;dr guys calm down for like five minutes. if the movie sucks in december we can riot then. right now let's just band together against mufasa
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Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â in which dallas winston loses his temper
( a/n : HIII im sorry if this wasnt ur vision but i dont think dallas is one for big apologies so i kinda focused on the arguement more than the apology hope thatâs ok⌠also toxic dallas alert sorry if that isnt ur scene!! also not proofread but hope u cuties enjoy )
it was a late night in mid-summer, and you and dallas were on the porch on the curtis brothers house. he wanted to go out for a smoke, and dragged you along. you were wearing his leather jacket, it was a windy night and you were getting chilly. dallas had goosebumps along his arms.
âare you sure you donât want it back, dal?â you ask him, insisting on giving him his jacket back.
ânah, sugar, donât want ya freezinâ to death out here,â he answers, taking a drag of his cigarette as he looks out at the empty street.
âiâll just go inside, though, so you donât get hypothermia or something..â you insist, but he grabs your hand and stops you.
âyouâre fine, baby, stay with me.â you look up at him and nod, squeezing his hand a bit tighter.
you stand outside for a little while longer. it feels so peaceful standing there with him. his hand thatâs rough and dangerous from the punches it throws is enveloping yours in a sweet gentleness shown only with you. his cigarette smoke becoming a mock mist that calms you both down. his deep breathes that are only heard because of how quiet it is.
nothing could ruin this moment.
you felt it was a good time to say the three words. not like you hadnât said them before â itâs been a year since youâve started dating, and youâve both adored each other from the very start. but dallas got funny when you told him what he already knew. tonight would be different, you thought.
â.. i love ya, dal,â you say softly after a few moments of quiet. it felt casual â exactly what he would have wanted. but maybe not casual enough, because there was a short silence following your words.
eventually, he speaks. âi know ya do, sugar.â
you sigh. why is it that he could never stand to say it back?
he catches your sigh. of course he knows what youâre sighing about â he knows you all too well. he chooses not to act on it, not to apologize, not to say anything. he doesnât want to fight with you. he just takes a drag of his cigarette and plays innocent.
âit would be nice to know that you loved me too, dallas,â you eventually say.
âoh câmon,â another drag of his cigarette. âyou ainât an idiot, you know i do.â
âdo i? i canât remember one time youâve said âi love youâ to me,â you cross your arms and look up at him.
âthis isnât somethinâ to get pressed on, y/n, the boys are inside and the windows are open,â he puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to stop talking, to pretend like youâre okay. all because he doesnât want his friends to hear. âand i have said it, baby, youâre just forgetting or somethinâ.â
âyou have not, i would remember if you have,â you counter, shoving his hand off of you. âi donât want to argue, dallas, i really donâtââ
âtoo damn bad, y/n, because youâre sayinâ that i donât love you, and we both know that ainât true,â
âthen say it.â
â..what?â
âyou heard me,â you say. âit has been a whole year of us dating, and youâre never ready to say that you love me,â you raise your voice to get your point across.
âchrist, y/n, youâre difficult, huh?â he groans. âit ainât a big deal, donât go throwing a tantrum.â
âiâm difficult? dallas, i donât know if you get how a relationship works, but at this point, you either love me, or youâre done with me. there is no middle ground after this long together.â
âyouâre fuckinâ crazy, i know how a relationship works, and i ainât done with you. donât go stickinâ words in my mouth,â his voice is raising, too.
âif youâre not done with me, then you love me.â you say, in a desperate attempt to get him to say the three words. you almost want to beg. âit hurts, dallas, that i donât get that reassurance, that i leave our dates with my words hanging in the air, waiting for a reply,â
he groans. âyou know that i do, so whatâs the fuckinâ point?â
âyouâre unbelievable.â
he scoffs, his voice raising. not quite yelling, but definitely not talking. âholy fuck, you know that i love you, man, so quit beinâ such a bitch!â
the crease in your eyebrow drops as he says that. âdonât call me that,â
âcâmon, man, youâre acting like a fuckinâ lunatic trying to get me to admit somethinâ that iâve already admitted,â he says, voice still raised. âtake a deep breath, maybe get a glass of water, and come back to me once youâre normal again.â
you scoff. âbecause iâm expressing my feelings, suddenly iâm a lunatic? because iâm not like your old girls, and i actually strive for a healthy relationship, iâm not normal?â
âyouâre freakinâ out because i didnât say it back once, of course i think youâre going crazy.â
âiâm âfreaking outâ because itâs been a year of âthank youâ and âi knowâ whenever i tell you i love you,â
âyouâre being a dumbass, y/n, you know iââ he cuts himself off, sighing and taking a step back. âfine, man, whatever, you win. go inside and call bucks when youâve cooled off, iâm goinâ home,â
when he walks past you, the air is thick and unwelcoming. you donât even bother getting the last word, dreading the fact that he might turn back and lose his shit if you do. he mutters something incoherent under his breath, and walks down the creeky front porch steps, into the dead of night.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â
of course, you donât call bucks. why would you? just so buck can tell you that dallas isnât there, when in reality he just doesnât want to talk to you? just so suddenly youâre bending to his will, and heâs getting his way once again? you donât think so.
dallas does this a lot â whenver you two fight, even if itâs a small one, he needs time to cool off. sometimes itâs a couple hours, sometimes itâs a day. itâs never stretched longer, until now. itâs been three torturous days of waiting for a grand gesture, an apology, anything.
the next day at school, youâre walking through the parking lot during your lunch break, talking to cherry valance and marcia about what happened between you and dallas. they say a lot of âtold you soâ and âthatâs dallas for youâ, and you canât say theyâre wrong. they warned you about him, and his reputation for being so short-tempered and stubborn.
the sound of an engine roars behind you, and you and your friends turn your heads to see who is making the noise. itâs a 1957 red thunderbird, you recognize it as buck merrillâs.
âthat must be dalâs friend, buck,â you whisper to your friends. âbut why would buck be here?â
âheâs a greaser, heâs probably like, 5 grades behind and coming here begging for another shot at graduation,â randy, marciaâs boyfriend, teases. you shoot him a glare, and he shuts up.
âiâll go see whats up,â you say softly, walking over to the now-parked car.
as you walk over and the window rolls down. it is not buck merrill, like you expected, but itâs dallas winston.
âhi,â you say softly, your walls starting to go up but hesitating, wondering if youâre even still fighting.
âhey, sweetie,â he says, not explaining what heâs doing here.
âwhatâre doing?â you ask him.
he shrugs. âwanted to see you, i dunno.â
âoh,â you say softly. you hoped for an apology, you hoped for flowers, you hoped for chocolate, you hoped for a hug, you hoped forâ
âi shouldnât of gotten all heated when we talked, it wasnât cool,â he says, interrupting your thoughts. âand you ainât a bitch.â
â..thanks.â you say after a few seconds of silence. what a shit apology, you think.
heâs staring out into the parking lot instead of you. âand iâm crazy about you, man,â he looks up at you. âyou gotta know that, sugar.â
âthank you,â you repeat again, unsure of what to say.
another beat of silence as he swallows in his throat, before speaking and finally looking over at you. âi love ya, doll,â
you shouldâve stayed mad, you shouldâve not accepted his awful apology, but you cannot hide the smile tugging at your lips. this is all youâve asked for from him, and he finally has the courage to admit it.
âi love you too, dallas.â you say softly, leaning into the window and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. âthank you,â
âyou gotta stop sayinâ that, y/n,â he teases, playfully pushing you away. âgo hang out with your stupid friends, man. iâll come over tonight and hang.â
you nod, and walk away, looking back at him and seeing a small smile on his face. nothing could ruin this moment.
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affair (roman godfrey x reader)
WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, oral sex (female receiving), dub-con, Roman using his powers for bad shit, angst, cheating, toxic relationship, justice for Peter omg
summary: when your ex-boyfriend shows up at your door, how are you supposed to push him away?
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"No, please!-- We need to talk!"
Roman forced a foot in my door to make sure I wouldn't close it on him. He was wet from the rain, his usually styled hair sticking to his forehead as he panted, desperately pleading for me to hear him out. "I made a huge mistake," he breathed, regret glossing over his green eyes. "Could you please just hear me out?"
This was definitely not the most ideal situation to be in-- my boyfriend, Peter, had just left my apartment to go home and get ready for his early shift, so I had gotten ready for bed. And I certainly wouldn't be dressed in my pyjamas and slippers had I known that my ex would show up at my door looking beyond frantic. My mind raced with uncertainty, filled with endless questions and doubt; what was he doing here? Was he drunk? Why was he doing this now, after two months of being broken up? "You-- You need to go," I didn't have the time or energy to deal with the mess Roman always dragged back into my life, especially now that I was finally happy with someone else.
Worst of all, I knew for a fact that Roman had someone else too. I knew he was seeing some woman with long, blonde hair whom I refused to stalk for my own good, so why on earth was he here? The question lingered in my mind, but I had to remind myself about the one thing I had the answer to at the moment; I needed to close the door on him now.
Upon hearing my words of rejection and feeling the door press up on his foot in an attempt to force him out, Roman wedged his arm between the door. "Let me explain," he pleaded, chest heaving. "I just ran seventeen blocks in the fucking rain to see you, could you at least spare me a minute?"
As if that was enough of a justification to show up out of the blue? "No one asked you to do that. I certainly did not," To say that I was pissed off was an understatement, but Roman's pleading eyes were making me sick with guilt. He looked like a lost puppy of sorts, and it was certainly not helping my restraint. The hand I had on my doorknob felt like it was starting to lose blood because of how hard I was holding on-- I couldn't let him in. I shouldn't let him in.
"I know," Roman eventually said, moving his wet hair out of his eyes. "I know you don't want to see me, but I just... I needed to see you."
"... I think you should go back to your girlfriend," I started to push at his shoe with my slipper, preparing to slam the door in his face. "You shouldn't be here."
It didn't take long for Roman to figure out what I was doing, and it became apparent that he wasn't going to go down without a fight. It didn't take much strength for him to grab the door, forcing it wide open, staring down at me with a damning look of desperation I hadn't seen in any man before. "Just a minute," he breathed. "Please let me say my piece. If I don't, I swear I'll die."
I didn't enjoy this one bit-- coming to my doorstep, threatening to die if I didn't comply? I had forgotten how manipulative he could be. Being with Peter had shown me that Roman's behavior in our relationship had been beyond toxic, and I could see it clearer than ever as he stood before me now. "You're not going to fucking die," I grumbled, feeling myself grow annoyed with how he was throwing himself back into my life, completely uninvited. "Roman, it's almost midnight, maybe this manic behaviour of yours will go away with a good night of sleep?"
Frustrated, Roman tapped his fingers against the door. "Now you're just making it hard, as always,"
"And you're being crazy, as always," I mumbled, shifting my weight from foot to foot, a sense of restlessness taking over my stance. "Could you please leave? We did this back-and-forth thing months ago, I'm not interested in doing it all over again."
In true Roman fashion, standing face to face with rejection, he didn't know what to say or do. I could recognize his patterns now that we weren't together, and it was so damn typical of him to attempt to distract me from what was making me mad; "I remember those," he said, nodding toward my slippers. "Good to see you've kept them."
I knew he was distracting me, so why did it work? Sighing, I shrugged; "They were expensive... Wasn't going to throw them away just because you picked them out,"
Letting go of the door, knowing he had tranquilized the danger of getting it slammed in his face, Roman leaned against the frame in a James Dean-esque fashion. He let out a dragged-out breath, eyes rounding out; "I've missed you,"
His words snapped me out of my daze, and I immediately pulled away from the door with a groan. "Ugh, Roman, you need to go!" I turned my back to him, walking further into my apartment, my instincts telling me to get as far away as possible. "I'm finally happy with Peter, and you have no right to show up at my door just because you're bored!--" My trail of words came to a halt as I suddenly heard my door close; I knew I was fucked in an instant. My heart trembled at the recognition of the sound of the lock turning, realizing I was in for a long night. Fuck. I turned around, holding my breath, watching as he took wary steps towards me.
"One minute," Roman said, voice low and unsteady. "That's all I ask."
"No!" I took a few steps back, not daring to get too close. "You can't be here! This is completely inappropriate, Roman, I have a boyfriend! And I know you have a girlfriend too, along with a huge fucking drinking problem!"
Roman sighed, a silent declaration of his frustration. "I'm not drunk," he said, gaze falling to the floor. "I just... I've come to realize that I can't live like this anymore. I want to be with you."
I clenched my fists tightly in a futile attempt to quell my agitation, but my hands continued to shake. "That's too bad," I said, a sinking feeling taking hold and clinging to me. "I'm not doing this with you again. I'm not getting up in the middle of the night to look for you, wondering whether you're either dead or drunk in some alley. Not when I have Peter."
Exhaustion drugged Roman's movements, every movement slow, every breath. It was clear that the mention of Peter was an unpleasant reminder that we were over; his shoulders slumped, the weight of guilt settling upon them. "I haven't had a drink since the day you left me," he said, his sincere eyes finding mine. "I want to be good for you... I want you. Every second of every day."
At this point, I had taken so many steps back that I had hit the wall. It was getting a little harder to breathe, and I ended up hyperventilating-- I couldn't do this. I could still feel Peter on my shirt. Everything about this was wrong. "You need to stop," I breathed, stepping away from the wall and wandering further into my living room as I grew restless. "Please stop. Don't do this to me."
To my dismay, Roman only followed; "I'll leave her," he pleaded. "I'll leave her if you tell me to, I'll do whatever you want! I should've fought for us, I should've done so many things that I didn't do... It keeps me up at night that I let you go. I can't sleep, I can't function, I need you to know how this pains me!"
"No, I don't need to know that!" My steps came to a halt, and I pivoted on the heel of my slipper to face him. "You put me through hell, and now think you can just show up like this! Don't you think I have enough emotional baggage from you? You think I don't have enough or something, so you come here to unload some more? What the fuck am I to you, a loading dock?!"
Roman let out a harsh sigh; "Is that a serious question?" he asked, brows weaving together in frustration. "You are everything. I see that now!"
I was already exhausted from the day I had just had, and I barely had any energy left to fight with Roman. This was what we did-- we fought, we fucked, then we made up. However, this time was completely different, and it was throwing me off my course; we couldn't fuck and make up this time. But it was clear that he hadn't shown up to fight, so what on earth was this?
"Well, it's too damn late!" I groaned loudly, hiding my face in the palm of my hands. This was way too overwhelming. When the love of your life shows up at your door telling you everything you've ever wanted to hear, you want to rejoice-- not cry? My eyes burned with the tears that begged to be set free, distorting my vision as I lifted my face from my hands, unveiling that I was swimming in tears. "Do you not see what you do to me?" I breathed, sniffling. "Did you come here to drive me to tears? Do you have no remorse, Roman?"
Roman's lips parted, the worried look on his face revealing everything, his concern written all over. In the quiet moments that followed, the only sound was the echoing resonance of regret filling the space between us with its haunting presence. Our unsaid words were scattered in the air, and it felt like I was suffocating from every apology he could muster up.
"Let me be happy," I begged, swallowing hard. "Leave now and let me forget. I'm happy with Peter... Please."
It was clear that Roman was debating whether or not to comply. His conscience was gnawing at him-- I knew him well enough to be able to spot the signs. I hated how familiar he was, how it felt like we hadn't been apart at all, like it was yesterday that he had made me feel things I never knew I could feel. The feeling of pure bliss had been like a drug that Roman constantly pumped into me, making me a complete and utter junkie. It had resulted in me falling for him despite how beyond bad he was for me.
I remembered it all too well. The binge drinking that would go on for days, which often had him disappearing off of the face of the earth. His wandering green eyes used to leave me with such crippling anxiety, I would spend hours crying with a lingering feeling of nausea in my throat. He used to make me so, so sick in every possible way, and my body remembered it better than I did.
However, I could also sense that something had changed. Here he was; standing in my living room, drenched in rain, clinging onto his last slivers of hope, and I knew I was in for a good run of Roman-mania.
Of course he would come back to claim what he thought was his. Of course he'd be arrogant enough to believe it would be okay, that I would take him back, and that it would be completely alright for him to come towards me with rushed steps, kissing me with desperation that I had never felt from him before.
Our bodies were pressed together heatedly, Roman's hands on my waist keeping me in place. I could taste our shared nervous breaths, feel the thud of my heart against his, and it was all too much-- I pushed him off of me, tears pooling in my eyes as they streaked down my cheeks. "No!" I cried, my words getting choked. I couldn't believe what he had just done; my heart was actively breaking at the thought of Peter, the loveliest boyfriend I had ever had. I couldn't do this to him. "Roman, you can't just!--"
I hated the warmth that spread in my chest as Roman pulled me back in, sparks igniting in the pool of my stomach as his impossibly perfect lips moved against mine once more. I balled my fist, landing a firm hit against his chest, fighting the ecstasy that always followed any kiss from Roman. But his grip around me was impossibly tight, not letting me budge. You'd think he'd been starved for months with the way he was kissing me with hunger unmatched any other moment I'd ever shared with him, completely taking my breath away. Like this, I could almost believe that I had been on his mind in every waking moment, ravaging through his veins like a burning ache-- I couldn't lie and say that he hadn't been on my mind either.
No one could match Roman; not even my sweet, sweet Peter. I hated it with every fiber of my being.
The only thing I hated more, was that I never wanted him to stop.
"No," I cried against his lips, my fingers gripping his wet shirt, bunching it up, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away once more. Was it maybe that he sensed how much I wanted this too that made him allow himself to continue?
Lightning struck in the distance, illuminating my apartment with a flash as my tears rolled down, mixing in with our kiss. No matter how wrong I knew this was, it felt like my soul was slowly leaving my body and giving itself to him once more; I knew I was dealing with a force outside of anything I could ever control. The love I had for Roman was all-consuming, crushing, devastating-- I could barely bring myself to fight him. "Stop," I breathed in between kisses. "Don't, Roman--"
My breath hitched as I realized my back was now pressed against the wall, and Roman pulled away barely an inch; I could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath my nose, his fingers now moving through my hair as we breathed each other in. "Leave him," he whispered against my lips. "Let's try again."
My heart had become like melted wax in my chest, making it painful to breathe. "We'll crash and burn all over again," I breathed, feeling the salty traces of my tears on my lips. "We'll kill each other, you know this."
"Let me die by your hand, then," Roman connected our foreheads, closing his eyes. Like this, I could almost believe him, I really could-- he had actually missed me, hadn't he? "A death by you would be a death worth dying."
I felt my lower lip quiver in a sob; I wanted him more than anything in the world, and I had an inkling that he knew it better than I did. I couldn't allow myself to feel all the feelings I had bottled up in our time apart, knowing it would break me and lead me right back into his arms.
But Roman was insistent-- "I love you," He whispered it as though it was a secret he had been keeping for a thousand years. I could barely accept that this was real; the words I had wanted from him our whole relationship were being spilled out like a consolation for my pain.
I knew there was no reason for me to fight anymore; Roman knew me too well. He knew that this was all I had ever dreamed to hear, and he knew exactly how to use it against me. Unsure whether he was telling the truth or not, the emotions I had let fester deep within came rushing through the floodgates, making it impossible to do anything but feel; the love I had for him, the feelings that had never left me, the burning sensation of need and hope coursing through my veins.
So, I didn't fight him when he kissed me once more. I didn't fight the arm he snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I didn't fight the rush I got from finally being reunited with him in this way; I had wanted his back mouth against mine since the second we were over.
My conscience gnawed at me as Roman pressed himself up against me, but my guilt didn't hinder me from letting my fingers run through his wet hair, giving in to the engulfing infatuation I had with him. As his hungry kisses moved down my jawline and to my neck, I dared to inhale a shaky breath; I was getting dizzy from the rush of feeling him close to me like this, grabbing my waist, running his hands up my body as though he had no self-control at all.
The inner corners of my brows turned up, giving in to the crushing feeling of relief and sadness, closing my eyes as I held him tightly against me. There was so much I wanted to say, to do, but I couldn't bring myself to push him away-- not when it felt this good. Not when his hands dipped beneath my shirt, grazing at my bare skin, drinking me in as though I was water. It didn't take long for Roman to get my shirt off of me, and I could taste our shared breath along with the thud of our combined heartbeat as it got tossed to the floor.
Roman's fingers pressed themselves into my skin, getting reacquainted after our time apart. I hadn't realized that I was tracing my hands up and down his arms, mindlessly relishing in the familiarity; I had missed him dearly, and I couldn't bring myself to lie about it any longer. My hands went back up into his hair as he kissed down my chest, my breaths getting short and choppy as I allowed myself to bask in the feeling of his lips against my body.
"We shouldn't," I tried, the memory of my boyfriend lingering in the back of my mind.
Roman hummed against my skin, now kneeling before me. He grasped at my hips as he pressed a wet kiss against my lower abdomen, making my breath hitch. "Push me away, then," he murmured, his wet tongue tracing where he had just kissed me; it was impossible not to shiver.
He knew he had control. He knew, that bastard knew so well-- I couldn't push him away. I was never able to do it before, so how was I supposed to do it now? I felt my tears dry up, the familiar ache between my legs pooling, threatening to run over. As if by instinct, my hips rose from the walls, begging for him to finally do something.
Roman's grip on my hips tightened, pushing me back in place. Something about the growing smirk on his face had me questioning everything; what was I doing? Was this just a ploy for him to get laid? A big, dark part of me didn't care at this point. The fingers I had in his hair loosened as he hooked his fingers in my pyjama pants, dragging them down with a satisfied look on his face. Roman wasted no time, humming as he leaned forward to press a keening kiss against my dampening underwear.
My breath hitched, my back arching off the wall in a knee-jerk reaction-- I had missed this more than I should've. There was no passion like this with Peter, although he was sweet and considerate. But Roman was so all-taking, so consuming, I couldn't do anything other than let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. He pulled my underwear to the side, laving his tongue against me as I whimpered, tasting me. Roman's big hands grabbed my leg, forcing it over his shoulder, pushing himself closer to my sex with an aching need.
"Roman," I tried, my guilt mixing in with the pleasure. "Don't--" All other words suddenly fled my mind as his lips sealed around my clit, sucking at me in a way that had me crying out in shock, my vision nearly turning black.
Just as I thought I would faint from the flood of emotions, Roman came back up after taking his time, breath heavy against my lips. "Still want me to go?"
My eyes glossed over, meeting his. Thunder and lightning struck outside again, lighting up my living room, and allowing me to see the traces of my slick around his mouth. Something about it was just too scandalous-- I couldn't believe any of this was happening. But we'd gone too far to go back now; "No," I breathed, slinging my arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss.
As I tasted myself on his lips, Roman picked me up, and my legs automatically wrapped around him as they always had. He didn't need to watch where he was going as he knew my apartment almost as well as I did, walking away from the wall and laying me down on the couch with ease.
It was hard to focus on the true nature of what was going on when it felt so damn good. Everything happened in a blur; I couldn't recall how or when Roman had lost his shirt, when my underwear got pulled off and discarded, or how I had allowed this to happen. Roman's cock pressed into me slowly, still trying to be sincere despite the complexion of our encounter. With every thrust, my chest arched up against his, back curving as I whimpered at the stretch.
My hands rested on Roman's neck as he kissed me once more, stealing my breath with every roll of his hips. The part of me that was outraged with the both of us withered away as I continued to moan beneath him, coming out in broken cries. I couldn't focus on the infidelity I was committing when he was inside of me like this, his hands wrapped around me, moving me against him.
"Fuck, I've missed this," Roman breathed against my neck, letting out a laboured sigh of satisfaction. "All of you... All of this..."
Everything about this was dizzying; maybe this was my mind playing tricks on me, maybe this was all some dirty dream? But I could feel myself clinging to him, wet and dripping-- there was no way this wasn't real. "Rome," I cried, the old nickname slipping past my lips.
I could feel him give in to a shiver, ears perking up. "That's sweet," Roman kissed my cheek, driving his cock further into me as I whimpered, no longer used to his length like before. Even as he whispered my name, needing me, I briefly thought of how less intimidating he was at this moment-- this was the part of Roman that would show up in my dreams, caress my cheeks as I cried, and fall asleep on top of my chest after a long day, clinging to me. I had spent so much time resenting him, that it was weird to see him so... human. Desperate.
I let out a short gasp as I suddenly realized I was almost folded in half, my legs creasing at his arms. One thing hadn't changed; Roman would always take his liberties with me, no matter the circumstances. It somehow bothered me that I was being fucked with the same amount of love as before; did he have no guilt? No thoughts of his girlfriend at home?
Fuck-- Peter!
As I remembered my boyfriend, I felt my anxiety rise. My hand shot up to Roman's chest, lips parted, ready to protest and push him away-- but as I met his eyes, the green of his irises practically engulfed my being, and not a sound would come out of my mouth. "Shh, it's okay," Roman said, voice calm, reading my panic. "It's just me... It's okay."
Something about his voice was so calming, soothing, that a certain sense of relief washed over me-- I could recall several similar instances. This had happened before; it was almost as though a greater power controlled me every time I looked into his eyes for too long.
The hand I had on his chest went up into his hair, pulling him forward to capture his lips in a kiss. I was caught off guard as Roman pulled out only till the tip of him remained, letting out a soft gasp against him as he pushed back into me to the hilt. I felt him hum against the kiss, sighing in satisfaction. "There you go," he said, words softer than ever. "Just relax, enjoy... Let me take care of you, just like I used to."
Despite how hard my guilt was eating at me, I still felt ridiculously calm, unable to do anything else than comply. I could only moan, shivering with pleasure at the feeling of being driven forward against the couch with every thrust.
I wrapped my arms around Roman, kissing his broad shoulders, giving in to the pleasure. I had missed this, I had missed him... All my feelings started to ball up, crying out against his shoulder at the realization of what was about to happen. "Rome, I- I can't--"
"Gonna?" His question came out along with a grunt and another snap of his hips, repeatedly pushing himself into me.
I couldn't hold it-- I really, really couldn't. Something about the nature of our get-together mixed in with my climax, and I let my head fall back down against the couch as I cried out. It was so hard, so intense, that I had forgotten to breathe; I hadn't had an orgasm like that since the day we broke up.
I knew I was screwed. I knew it.
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As everything started to dawn on me, my breathing got heavier-- what had we done? I pulled myself closer to Roman on the bed, completely spent, seeking comfort from the person who had dragged me into this mess in the first place.
Eventually, Roman broke the silence; "We should do porn," he mumbled, taking another drag of his cigarette.
What? I looked up to glare at him; "Fuck you,"
"You just did," Roman smirked, glancing back at me with a rather proud expression on his face. "But I'm serious. We're damn hot."
I groaned; this was not what I needed to hear right now-- not after we had just finished round three. Roman reached out for me with his free hand, pulling me even closer, lazily running his fingers through my hair. I embraced him as I sniffled, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I was so tired, feeling my sore legs ache as I realized that up close, Roman's hair smelled like cigarettes as well. He might've quit drinking, but quitting cigarettes was a no-go in his book.
"We're horrible people," I mumbled, my words muffled up against his skin, taking in his presence. There were many times I had dreamed about us being reunited, but never that it would end up with me cheating on Peter.
Roman shrugged, turning to press a kiss against my temple. "I told you, I'm leaving her. We're fine,"
Nothing about this felt fine. I propped myself up on my elbow, watching him as he laid comfortably in my bed, almost done with his cigarette. Even after convincing me to commit such a heinous act against my boyfriend, he looked like an angel. Fucking Lucifer. "... Don't do it. Don't leave her."
"What?" Confused, Roman's green eyes rounded out. "Why not?"
I sighed, shaking my head. The decision I had made for myself was hard to air out, and I knew that protests would ensue; "I'm not leaving Peter,"
But despite my predictions, Roman got quiet. His wide, empty eyes stared right back at me, lips parted as though he was ready to speak. "... You're kidding me?" he finally said, the hurt in his face mixing in with a smidge of anger. "After this, you're going to stay with him?"
"He's good for me!" I tried, sitting up properly. "Roman, please, just-- I don't know what came over me, but this was a mistake... We're not good for each other, you know this!--"
"You're kidding me?" Roman repeated, clearly in a state of shock.
This whole ordeal was making me feel like the second worst person in the world, with the first place going to Roman. I buried my face in my hands, realizing that I was trembling. "Please don't make this harder than it already is," I pleaded, inhaling a shaky breath. "You had no right to show up here... I was fine just the way I was, and I'm going to go back to that."
I heard Roman shift, sitting up as well. His long, slender fingers wrapped around my wrists, prying my hands away from my face. His green eyes burned into me, the fire intent on destroying whatever it could catch, and I knew I had to look away before it was too late. "I'm leaving her," he said, intertwining his fingers with mine. "I love you. I'm leaving her."
It took a lot of willpower to shake my head, rejecting his words. "Don't,"
"I will,"
"No, Roman, I don't want you to!--"
My words came to a halt as Roman leaned forward, capturing my lips in a rushed, desperate kiss. I did my best not to cry again, having previously burst into tears in the middle of round two-- I couldn't do this. This wasn't good for me. Peter was good for me.
I felt Roman's hands leave mine, and before I knew it, his fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of my neck, forcing me to look at him. His eyes searched mine, looking to find some shred of doubt to hang onto. "Do you love him?" I barely had time to open my mouth to speak before he cut me off; "You wouldn't have done this if you did."
My tears came back, pressing up on my eyes with a burning fire, begging to be set free. "Please, just... Please just go,"
Roman let out a sigh, leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. "Call me when you change your mind,"
"I won't,"
"You will," Roman's hand slid out of my hair, caressing my cheek with his thumb, his green eyes finding mine once more. And just as I was about to look away, I felt that familiar calm wash over me as the colour green took over my vision, the numbing of my thoughts ensuing; there was no way I could fight it. I didn't stand a chance.
Roman's lips quirked into a shameless smirk; "You will,"
a/n: (should I do a pt.2? hihi)
#roman godfrey#roman godfrey x reader#hemlock grove#x reader#bill skarsgĂĽrd#fanfic#oneshot#smut#bill skarsgard#fanfiction#peter rumancek#the crow 2024#angst#toxic relationship#purr the way he is gripping her hair in that gif is making me kick my legs
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i reread all of chobits recently as insp for my next TT book and every time i think about some aspect of it all i want to do is rip it open and tear it apart and go "why?". it brings up so many concepts and scenarios within the premise of "what if computers looked like pretty girls" but it doesn't want to commit to saying anything about it or take its own world seriously.
i have a lot to say about chobits. arguably i have more to say about chobits than even chobits wants to say about chobits.
chobits is about sex except it isn't about sex at all. chi's power switch is in her vagina. we're shown images of chi doing sexy things, she gets tricked into doing a strip tease, and two separate men try to finger her and she does her Do Not Touch Me There magic powers thing, and we eventually learn every time she resets from the power button, her memories are erased, so you can't have sex with her without deleting her.
but we never unpack why her reset button is in her vagina, or why it's so important that nobody can ever touch her, or why people's personal computers were built with vaginas in the first place (we never have it confirmed that all persocoms have them, but that two separate men try to touch her there imply it's expected). why do the personal computers shaped like women have vaginas if not to fuck them. as a product, it is expected that you will fuck them*.
*i assume, because the comic never says so!
the man who invented persocoms is the same person who built chi and her sister, and he built them to be daughters for his wife. he put the reset button in chi's vagina. we never find out why. we never get a HINT of why. he built the chobits so they could feel and fall in love, but also built them so they could never fuck. you can extrapolate a reason why a man might build his daughter-androids that way, but the series itself never touches it, and never makes any sort of point about it. it's just presented as an immutable fact that chi can't fuck without it deleting her, as if it was born of happenstance and not a person's choice.
what does that actually say about anything? what is it trying to say about sex? is it about the commodification of female bodies, how once they're used up sexually they're worthless? that if you can't love somebody without fucking them, what good is your love? that love without sex is okay (but also a huge burden and sacrifice a man must accept for the sake of someone else's happiness?)
what does it want to say! chobits is about sex, but it doesn't want to commit to any specific message about sex.
and that's just ONE issue i have with it. there are so many things chobits wants to be about but won't say anything about. it wants to be about the persocoms replacing human connections, we constantly get told 'gee people hang out with persocoms a lot', chitose publishes a whole inexplicable book series about people preferring persocomes to humans. it's to the degree that a prominent character's husband gets So wrapped up in (presumably) fucking his android that he locks his actual wife out of the house, having just straight up forgotten she exists. we don't have anything to say about it though. she falls in love with a new man. the people who hang out with their persocoms too much are all background characters in crowds. we never look at how the rise in persocoms has affected society as a whole.
it wants to be about grief, in the story about the man who marries a persocom and has to watch her slowly degrade until she can't remember him anymore, or the kid whose older sister died and he tried to replace her with a persocom who he dresses up/treats as a maid and lives alone with despite being omega orphaned and 11 years old. but then it's fine. the man who married a persocom gets in a relationship with a high school girl 20 years younger than him (CLAMP!). it's fine! the boy who tried to replace his older sister just accepts that the persocom replacement won't replace her. still treats/dresses her up like a maid and lives alone. is she his legal guardian. i don't know. don't worry about it.
and it wants to be about women, because everything about the story is about women, all the persocoms are women, all the tragedies are wrapped up in the death of a woman, or a woman's heartbreak, or a woman's feelings. but it has fucking nothing to say about women beside look how pretty they are. my boobs are E cup, sempai :) teehee
it makes me insane.
friend @amphiaria put it best as "Unfortunately the story is uninterested in itself" and i can never forgive it for being so aesthetically good, giving us the best design for an android (the ear things are Perfect) and then being So Fucking Bad.
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Pacify Her
Lando Norris x reader
â˘Tags: smut, toxic Lando, hate-fuck, makeup sex
â˘Loosely based on a song by Melanie Martinez with the same title.
â˘Wordcount: 1.6k
It was unbearable how Lando squeezed this new girl's thigh and whispered in her ear. You knew it was to make you jealous, he was a tease even more when you two were in a relationship. You had really bad arguments that let to the decision of splitting, but since you didn't want to break up the friend group, you agreed to just say the relationship ended on good terms and decided to be friends which was a total lie and both of you knew it.
Now, only a couple months after everything, Lando had shown up with a new "girlfriend" which drove you absolutely mad how uncouth he could be. Bringing this girl in your group out of the blue fully knowing that neither you nor himself had moved on from that deep, long term thing you had.
She looked at you like she wanted to be your friend and get your validation so bad. You didn't know if Lando had told her you were his ex. He didn't even dare mention it when he was introducing her. You automatically hated her, although her big brown eyes seemed lovely and innocent. She didn't have a clue what she had gotten herself into. You pitied her cluelessness.
You noticed Lando's griny glances at you, he kept making sure you were looking before each kiss he left on her cheek. The bastard had all his moves coordinated and planned but you had been with him for too long not to see right through his facade.
You were at your limit, who was he to inflict this hurt on you after all that he had done?
Rage made your body dense as you walked towards Lando's house the night after, when you made sure nobody else was with him. His Friday nights had always been free on purpose to sleep until noon, game, and sleep again. You remember trying to wake him up for lunch and he was dead asleep because he had stayed awake to play with friends.
You rang and he buzzed the door open without asking. Walking towards the stairs you noticed the rose garden you had planted in a corner. The thought of Lando's face after a thorn had poked him in the arm and how he treated the flowers as his enemies forced your lips into a fainted smile. You hated that his memories made you happy. You hated it was him you had those memories with.
You pushed the thoughts away and tried to focus on why you were here. Lando opened the door, a confused look on his face, "y/n? What is it why are you here?"
"We need to talk." And you stormed in.
"Please come in, make yourself comfortable." The sarcasm in his voice was familiar, and now that you weren't in love with him, infuriating.
"Want to talk about what?"
"About how you're being such an asshole."
"Excuse me?"
"Don't act like this Lando I know you did those things on purpose."
"Damn I don't know what you're talking about." He kept his sarcastic tone. You hated it.
You pushed his chest back in anger, "stop playing with me. You know damn well this girl you keep bringing is just a doll to mess with my head."
Lando smiled as if he had been expecting these words from you.
"This is way too low, even for you Lando."
"Everyone thinks we're friends, why can't friends introduce their new girlfriends to their other friends?"
"I'm not everyone. I know this is a lie stop trying to make it sound casual."
"What do you expect me to do? Stay single until you're over me?"
"Yes!" The loud sound that exited your mouth surprised you as it did Lando. You never planned to sound weak or needy. You just wanted to get closure, "look. I'm not trying to control your life or whatever, but what you're doing to make me jealous is messy and fucking pathetic. Fix it. Goodbye." And you started walking towards the door.
"Well did it work?" Lando's voice stopped you. He sounded sort of genuine for the first time in months.
You kept silent and still, wondering what to answer. Turning around to face him you said, "well do you love her?"
"Of course I do. She's very real."
You took one step closer, "stop lying."
Lando took a step closer to you, "stop being jealous."
You took one more step, "she looks way too innocent for you. I pity her."
Lando took another step , "I can teach her."
-"Funny."
-"I know."
-"You're insufferable."
-"I know."
Silence.
Now you were only one step away from eachother. Only one breath. You were mad at him and the tension felt heavy in the air as the sun was halfway set. His eyes looked crazy blue in the last golden rays of sunshine coming in fron his big windows. His face stingy and lips so soft it made you even more angry at him.
Your self control was getting shaky and you felt it shatter when Lando swinged his arms up to hold your face to kiss you deeply on the lips.
You squeezed your hand on his arm in protest to rip him off of you before it was too late but he was desperate.
He kept kissing you harder and harder like you gave him air to breathe.
You hated this. You hated the way his body pulled you in and you hated how it felt so good. He knew his way with you. Every single button, all the nooks and crannies.
You finally eased into the kiss, letting go of Lando's hoodie that was balled up in your fist and started to kiss him back.
His hands unzipped your sweatshirt and pulled it off your arms as soon as he felt that you wanted this as well. You let him. He slipped his hand under your tshirt, pinching your belly, messaging your back.
You let out a heavy exhale.
"I missed you." He whispered into your mouth, putting his lips on yours before you could say anything back.
Lando's hands moved down to your jeans but you held onto his hand to prevent him from going on. He stopped kissing you.
It was all too much for you and you hated him for being so good at this. You stared dead into his eyes, knowing full well that you were helpless, and said, "you fucking bastard."
He giggled when you pressed your debating lips on his again.
You let him kiss your lips, your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, your belly. You let him get down on his knees for you, between your legs.
His wet tongue on you made you jump in a surprising pleasure. The tip of his tongue moving in circular motions, in search of the place that made you moan the loudest. You tried fighting the sensation but failed miserably when he raised his finger to your entrance, messaging and warning about what's to come.
The moan that left your lips after he pushed his finger inside you was involuntary. You could feel Lando smiling on your pussy with the sound. He kept moving his tongue with your hand in his curls; pumping his finger and pulling moans out of you until you felt like you could take it no more. That's when Lando pulled his now soaked finger out and stood up, Leaving you clenching around nothing.
He faced you again to continue his kisses; you could taste yourself on his lips as he took off your tshirt and your bra, leaving you completely naked in the middle of the house. He looked at you once more before taking off his own hoodie you've been pulling on to get rid of since the start, he turned you around and got closer. His bulge rubbing against your butt from under his sweatpants.
"You're so pretty." He whispered into your ear, "wait here okay?"
You turned around to see him almost run to his bedroom to get condoms and you got a chance to take a look at his smooth, tan skin as he walked back.
Lando kissed you shoulder and your back as he slowly bent you over the handle of the couch. Messaging your body as he bent on you to let you feel his skin, his pants were off, your could feel his hard dick against the back of your leg. He adjusted himself on you and pushed in. You weren't hesitant to moan anymore. His length inside you was a familiar sensation of pleasure after this long. He was all you needed.
Lando started pumping deeper into you, making you feel fully stretched. You could hear his little groans and exhales when he grabbed your neck to make you arch your back more, pulling your head towards his mouth. "I bet nobody fucked you like this since I was gone." And he started moving faster. You pushed back your body into his, blurring the lines infront of your eyes.
You came within seconds after that.
He pulled out of you. You turned around quickly, grabbed his shoulders and lead him to the couch to sit down.
"Could you ever teach her this?"
And you climbed on top of him, each leg on each side. Leading his still erect dick to your hole and pushing down on him. Lando threw his head back with a moan. You took his hands and put them on your ass. He squeezed his hands with every movement you made.
You started kissing under his ear, where you knew he was sensitive. Moans started turning into whimpers and he started pushing up his legs towards you. You both moved faster as you reached your high. You nails dug into Lando's shoulder and his hands tight around your back when you both came and you collapsed into his arms.
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"What a stupid decision." You said through your panting and you both giggled since you knew you were going to make more.
(This is the first time I'm posting a smut one shot online sorry if it's short or lackingâĄ)
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Anhaneâs relationship, and itâs complexity:
this was originally uploaded onto twt, but I wanted to reupload it here because I was very proud of this analysis, so please enjoy and feel free to add anything I may have missed or skipped over!
With that being said, here we go! ŮŠ(ŕšâá´âŕš)Űś
Letâs start with the basics. The pure power of their aibouness, and its connections to vivid street.
To begin, you must understand what a partner is in VBS terms. In this case, itâs âa person who brings out parts of you never knew existedâ.
In relations to Anhane, this is based off pure raw emotions. This is shown through Anâs abandonment issues and Kohaneâs want to make her heart pound.
Kohane wants to recreate that feeling she felt when she first heard An singing inside of An, to âmake her heart poundâ, while Anâs abandonment issues cause her to fear Kohaneâs rapid growth may lead to Kohane abandoning her.
This also plays into a certain factor about Kohane and the idea of her and angst, I believe.
Many people want Kohane to have some kind of angst event, especially related to her backstory, but that would go against all her motives.
See, Kohaneâs pure movies for pursuing musicâfor working to surpass Rad Weekend all tie back to An. It was hearing An singing at WG that made her heart pound and An asking her to be her singing partner that caused her to even consider music as an option.
From here, their relationship develops into a lot more, and itâs when the idea of partners âbringing out an ugly side of youâ comes to play.
You can see even in the maim story An not seeing Kohane as an equal. It only gets called out and resolved in Singing in Sync.
Singing In Sync, ep. 1 and 3
đ§: âIn the unlikely event that something does go wrong, Iâll cover for you and get you back on track, okay?â
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đ§: âI failed as her partnerâŚI couldnât protect herâŚ
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đ§: âI mean, sheâs my partnerâŚAnd I wanted to guide her so that she could sing without worryingâŚâ
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đĽ: âYou donât think of Kohane as one of the team.â
An telling Kohane âIâll protect you if you mess upâ subconsciously puts the idea into Kohaneâs head âIâm not good enough, so Iâll probably mess upâ This is what caused the entire issue in SIS to begin with.
But itâs once An tells her âyou can protect me tooâ that Kohane is able to subconsciously think âI have the power to make her heart pound tooâ
Singing in Sync, ep. 8
đ§: âIf I miss a cue at the next eventâŚâ
đ§: âCould you cover for me?â
đš: âAn⌠Sure, I can do that!â
After this we get Awakening Beat. Kohane is able to come out of her shell and fully adapts the idea âI can make her heart pound tooâ and has a large boost in confidence because of it. An both brought her confidence down and back up in the spam of one rotation.
Awakening Beat, ep. 8
đ§: (âItâs like sheâs not even the Kohane I know. Could this be because sheâs completely resolved herself?â
đ§: (âBut even with just that, she can really change this muchâŚ?â)
HoweverâŚ.In the same event, Anâs insecurities begin to bloom and in Bout for Beside You, An has to face them for the first time.
Awakening Beat, ep. 8, BFBY, ep. 4
đ§: (âI was just gonna tell her she did amazing⌠That I never knew she could sing that amazingly, butâŚâ
đ§: (âWhatâs going on? I just canât get the words outââ)
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đ§: âKohane isâŚgoing to leave me behind?â
Here, An realizes her and Kohane âperfectâ relationship is more complicated now. While Kohaneâs adapted the idea of âI want to make her heart poundâ, An opens to idea of âI wont he able to make her heart pound anymoreâ (they doki doki more than ddlc i swear)
At the end of the event, An ask Kohane the golden question. âIf I were to leave somewhere far away, would we still sing together?â
BFBY, ep. 8
đ§: âBut what would you do if I said that Iâd be going somewhere far far away someday?â
đ§: âAnd I wanted to reach greater heights just like what Uncle Taiga did exploring the world. If I were to go to someplace even greater and far far away from hereââ
Of course, Kohane affirms this. Naturally, Kohane takes a lot of pride in being Anâs partner, being the only partner for her. (as said in ORS) She wants to keep singing with An forever.
BFBY, ep. 8
đš: âEven so, I would want to keep singing with An-chan!â
đš: âNo matter where you go or what you become, Iâd still want to be with you!â
đš: âI want to properly stand beside you and sing with you!â
Weâre gonna skip ahead a bit and jump up to KIUAN, where we get our lovely âShe looks like Nagi-sanâ line, the line that killed every Anhane shipper in the tristate area.
But what makes this line so special? Well, for that letâs discuss what made Nagiâs death (and the lie surrounding it) so impactful.
Nagi was someone An looked up to highly. So, when she was suddenly told that Nagi moved, not even saying goodbye, to pursue her music career, it left a mark on An. Added to the fact that Nagi wasnât returning Anâs messages or calls, just completely disappeared.
Now, looking to Bout for Beside you and KIUAN, you can see the importance of these lines. An fears that Kohane will improve so much that she leaves without a word, never talks go her again and just moves on. Itâs why she looks so distressed.
VOT ep. 8, BFBY, ep. 8, KIUAN ep. 7
đ§: ââŚAww. I wonder what Nagi-san is doing over in America? I wish sheâd give us a call at least.â
đ§: âAh! Maybe Iâll send her a text then! I wonder if sheâll be surprised~?â
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đ§: âBut what would you do if I said that Iâd be going somewhere far far away someday?â
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đ§: ââŚShe looks just like Nagi-sanâŚâ
And, itâs why she canât even believe Kohane when she says just how important An is to her, how much she loves her and wants to sing with her because Nagi said the same thing and now Nagi is gone.
This manages to reach a resolve in WTWG, where An âfightsâ Kohane, takes all those raw emotions out in a healthy way, through her song.
Anâs card in WTWG is more than just âAn takes her anger out on Kohaneâ, because in truth thatâs not entirely what sheâs doing. Instead, itâs Anâs raw emotions taking form.
An wants Kohane to grow, she wants Kohane to thrive fully, but that fear of abandonmentâFear that Kohane will leave and never speak to her again makes her want to hold her close and never let her go anywhere.
So what about Kohane?
Well, starting with thr WTWG card/story, Kohane wants to be Anâs best partner. As she states, âto make Anâs heart poundâ.
So, to be vulnerable here is to accept all of Anâs raw emotions. Let her lean on her and feel everything because to Kohane, that makes her a worthy partner.
She says over and over throughout the fight that An is amazing, that she wants to be like her, how much it makes her heart pound. Really, it reminds me of Kohaneâs colorfes story.
WTWG, ep. 7
đš: (âAn-chanâŚreally is amazing.â)
đš: (ââŚWhenever I hear An-chan sing, it really makes my heart pound like nothing else. It makes me wish I could sing like her.â)
In it, Kohane goes to Vivid Street, but everyone thinks sheâs An. This happens after she thinks about what it would be like to be An, but only going through this dream does she realize that she doesnât want to be An, she wants to be her. She wants to be Anâs partner.
Colorfes Kohane ep. 1 and 2
Record Store Onee-san: âYou caught me off guard, using polite like that, An-chan!â
đš: (âDid she just say An-chanâŚ?â)
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đš: (ââAn-chanâs so cool and strongâŚand thereâs times I wish I could be like herâŚâ)
đš: (âI have to be me! Becauseââ)
đ§: ââYâknow, I was thinking, your singing is always so amazing, Kohane.â
đ§: âWhenever I hear your singing, it makes my heart race. The tension rises, and it makes me feel like I have to start singing right now!â
đš: (âBecause Iâm An-chanâs partnerâ!â)
And to be Anâs partner, is to drag all those raw, vertical emotions out of An, just like she does in WTWG.
In conclusion, Anhane explosion their relationship is so complex and strong and I love it
#pjsk#colorful stage#project sekai#prsk#anhane#an pjsk#an shiraishi#prsk kohane#azusawa kohane#kohane azusawa#shiraishi an#character analysis#ship analysis#analysis#vivid bad squad#vivid bad squad analysis#vbs an#vbs kohane
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Man, in Halsins confession he is SO "I follow my heart wherever it goes, I go wherever nature wills me. Before we start anything you must know I don't want to take you away from anyone else, I don't want to stop you from being with other people or going wherever you go and you cannot stop me from being what I am"
So the very good communication, clear statement: I want a non exclusive connection with you where we share our bodies together but don't try to control each other's paths/decisions/relationships
And its like oh! That's cool. You're straight up, and this sounds like just a physical addition to our friendship, no strings attached, alright. He WAS clear that he sees love and sex as different (I've had many lovers but my heart does not stir easily, it stirs now) so he IS clear he has real feelings but it's presented fairly casually? And very like 'no big deal if you don't feel the same!"
But then you sleep with him.
And oh my GOSH I can't be the only one who saw that man fall HEAD OVER HEELS IMMEDIATELY. And be like, super insecure about it as well as super upfront? The dichotomy is intense!
He NEVER assumes you're going to choose him or want to be around him any more than usual, and seems genuinely grateful and surprised every time you do. It's like he was setting himself up to be a side piece whether you were in a relationship with someone else or not when this started BUT
He ALSO is very very open about his feelings. "My heart. My love. I was lost until you pulled back the veil." And many many more deeply, deeply felt words. He's in love, AND he kind of assumes this whole thing is temporary.
I say that because of his ending. He says he's leaving, and he's clear the way he was in the beginning - no matter his feelings, he goes where nature wills. So there's consistency there. But he is GENUINELY surprised and DELIGHTED if you say you want to come with him.
My analysis is that he never once let himself believe that he COULD have something more with the PC. He never changes who he is, he's always upfront- if he wants to take another lover at Sharess Caress or bang a friend he has that right and he genuinely wants the PC to do the same if that's what they want too, he doesn't want to get in the way and he doesn't want anyone getting in his way. But. But
His heart does not stir lightly. And it does now
I don't think he's fallen in LOVE in a long time, and he can't believe he's going to commitment from a partner, he thinks he's just going to get a taste of you before you move on.
Being Polyamorous doesn't mean not having dedicated partners, it means not trying to stop your partner from doing what they want. It means being free to sleep with others, and to not stop your partner from leaving if they choose to go elsewhere. The way he words it in the beginning sounds like he means " if passions fade you move on, you follow your heart where it leads"
He just never expects YOUR heart to lead to him
And when it does, he is so, so surprised and grateful and lucky and honored.
He's such a complex character and so different from how I've seen romances shown in video games, movies, books so far I really like him.
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#halsin#just rambling thoughts#this may or may not make sense i didnt really have a point#halsin bg3#halsin the druid
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okay before i forget. i've been trying to put my finger on why people saying phoenix and maya are 'sibling-coded' pisses me off so much and I think a big part of it is how important mia is to both their introduction and also the foundation of their relationship and how calling phoenix and maya 'siblings/sibling-coded' waters down all of their relationships
phoenix wishing that maya was mia is a very big part of maya's arc as well as a big sticking point in phoenix and maya's relationship. phoenix spends the majority of turnabout sisters wishing that 'the chief' was there and when maya fails to channel her he shows outward disappointment. this is something that maya obviously picks up on and internalizes as we see throughout the rest of the games. most notably maya shows remarkably little self-preservation, throwing herself at von Karma's taser and in contempt of court to help edgeworth (and by extent, phoenix). she openly admits to feeling useless when she can't channel mia and phoenix never refutes this out loud until he of course presents the bullet to her showing that she wasn't useless. phoenix is notably bad at expressing his thoughts/ and feelings so its honestly debatable whether this gets through to maya but thats neither here nor there
on the other side of it, maya wishes that phoenix would be the caring adult figure that she was missing for most of her life (and especially after mia dies) and phoenix does not do a great job of being that figure. he likes her sure, and they're good friends, but he's definitely not nurturing or sensitive whenever maya is in distress. at the end of turnabout sisters when mia tells maya to "take care of phoenix" for her, maya starts calling him nick (because that's what mia said phoenix's friend calls him) and their dynamic for the most part is solidified. maya is not able to find mia in phoenix and accepts him as his own person and a part of her life as a friend.
phoenix has a more complicated journey with viewing maya as her own person partially because of the whole spirit-channeling thing, and partially because maya is younger than both the chief and himself. phoenix is constantly looking to a mentor for guidance and feels out of his depth for most of the cases in the trilogy. he frequently wishes that mia could be there, and is shown to value maya's ideas less, or at the least question them more at face-value. nevertheless, by the second game phoenix relies on maya greatly as shown with how he copes (or fails to cope) with her absence in rfta and 2-4, and 3-5. phoenix views her as both an integral part of his life and support structure, but also views her as someone he has to put on a brave face for, much like pearls. maya is phoenix's young friend that he leans on and wishes to protect.
maya's love for her sister is a core theme that spans the entire trilogy and culminates in maya almost dying in 3-5. phoenix's love for mia is a constant driving force that pushes him past what he believed himself capable of, and encourages him to trust those who become those closest to him. phoenix and maya's relationship is colored by their own relationships to mia, and how they view each others relationship with mia. they both represent a part of her that they never knew as well as a part of her they can keep loving in her place after she is gone, but most importantly, neither of them will ever be mia. no one else can be maya's big sister and no one else can be phoenix's mentor. they meet each other as two strangers set adrift by the same lost mooring, and though they'll never be secure in the way they were before meeting each other, they have a friend to help keep themselves afloat.
#okay im mad enough that this is going in the main tag#genuinely send me hate mail for this id be fucking Delighted ive had a hard week and id love to vent my frustration#also if anyone decides to be snarky in the tags your ass is getting screenshotted with the water filter so i can laugh at you#ive had it up to HERE with you people#aa#fey and co#aa meta#portal of rambling#maya fey#mia fey#phoenix wright
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Fun things about trauma bonds I learned in the cult
(Specifically talking about the bond between victims of the same abuse)
Content: real-life scenarios, ptsd, trauma bond, forced labor, doublethink, emotional repression
Feels like they are the only ones that could ever understand you
Having similar conditioned responses
Having similar extreme responses--things that should be just funny become choking-hazard hilarious, things that should get a chuckle get a synchronous shrug
On that note, often saying the exact same thing in the exact same tone
Specific things like whumper's tone of voice when they say a certain thing, would be a joke when they weren't there
Singing to cope with many hours of forced hard labor, immediately going silent when whumper entered
Talking about the trauma was OFF LIMITS, only code-speak that whumper couldn't understand could be used to warn each other
Only certain feelings were allowed to be shown because we had been conditioned that some feelings were "not safe"
Openly admitting to each other that it wasn't safe inside the house with whumper and then telling outsiders that we were totally safe and thinking we were telling the truth both times
All saying exactly the same lines to strangers (example "we are all wretches" *shrug*)
Married-couple-level nonverbal communication.
"do you want this extra food? I'll sneak it to you under the table." "Give it to [other victim]." "Watch out, whumper's looking." All happened nonverbally with eye and head movements right in front of whumper.
Working together seamlessly (or else!)
As soon as you leave the cult, the pressure that forced the bond in the first place, the trauma-bond relationship can fall apart
No good relationship ever feels as intense or close as the trauma bond, and you wonder what you're doing wrong. Till you realize you aren't panicking constantly--that's the main difference
#trauma bond#trauma bonding#cult#doublethink#whump writing#whump prompt#whump ideas#nonfiction#ptsd#emotional repression#emotional abuse#ptsd whump#forced labor#whump#survivor fiction#cult survivor
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