#i thought i got over him and then i didnt

[sugarwarachan]

can i help you? - ft. k. nanami

summary: you and Nanami Kento don't get along. in fact, you're convinced that the two of you might hate each other. now if only you'd stop fantasizing about him...

wc: 2k

pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

content warnings: smut mdni, dom/sub elements although never explicitly stated, praise, degradation, vaginal fingering, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, munch!nanami kento

a/n: you ever get so horny for a bunch of pixels you can't function?

"Do you need something or not?"

Nanami looks unfairly good for how angry he is, arms crossed at his chest, biceps bulging under that ridiculously soft sweater Shoko brought him for Christmas last year.

For months now, the two of you have been at each other's throats. You don't work well together; at this point, you're convinced Gojo sticks you two on missions just to fuck with you, his shit-eating grin practically ripping his face in half when he hands out assignments.

Why did you think this was a good idea?

You're dressed in what you call your fuck-me-please clothes: small black skirt, skimpy red top, too-tall heels, no jacket. It's the perfect outfit for sitting at the hotel bar and getting hit on.

It's also the perfect outfit to finally seduce your infuriating coworker.

You can't backtrack now.

Nanami's eyes fix you in place, annoyance in his expression evident. "Well?"

And just like that, your courage evaporates like smoke.

To save face, you shrug and adopt a casual tone. “I wanted your opinion on a curse user's technique, but it can wait until the morning. Sorry for barging in on you like it was life or death.” You try laughing but it sounds more like a pathetic wheeze. You need to get away from this doorway. "Night, Nanami."

His hand catches your forearm. The strength in his grip sends a zip of electricity along your skin. Sometimes you forget just how big Nanami is, with his broad shoulders and strong thighs and perfect fucking hands.

"You're lying," is all he says.

All you can think to do is scoff. It's a terrible habit you've carried with you your whole life; Nanami will see you through it in an instant.

“Why the fuck would I lie?”

“Because you’re embarrassed to tell me you barged into my room tonight dressed like you’re begging for dick.”

Heat flushes over your face so fast you're surprised you don't pass out. You've never heard him talk like this before.

“I’m not dressed like that, you asshole,” you say angrily, hating yourself for not just telling him the truth, that you're actually dressed this way because you want to drive him crazy—

Nanami's sigh cuts through the noise in your head. “It wasn’t an insult, although I'm sorry for how crassly I put it. It's just—you’d never go out this late on a Tuesday, and you’re not the kind to sit in a hotel bar looking for a hookup."

You haven't moved from the doorway. If anyone walks out and sees you, standing here in your tiny little outfit—

He steps forward. You realize he hasn't let go of you. "So that leaves me with only one explanation. You wanted me to see you look like this."

Another furious blush takes over. Your cheeks probably match the top, now.

"Nanami—"

"I want an answer, y/n."

The command in his voice makes you shiver. You step forward and place a hand on his chest. He's doing a pretty good job of it, but he's affected, too.

"Yes," you admit, and the confession feels like water sliding down your skin, it's so simple in its truth. "I wanted you to see me like this.”

Nanami lets out a harsh breath. "Get inside."

He pulls you in against his chest, brushing his lips against your temple. Something within you relaxes infinitesimally at the gesture.

The door closes behind you both with a faint click.

Cupping your jaw, he angles your chin up to him. “Now tell me why.”

How? Months of sexual tension unravel in your head. You've probably wanted him since you met him, if you're being honest with yourself. He's by the book and infuriatingly logical, but something about that has scratched at your brain for so long that you go to bed and dream of him, waking up sticky between your thighs and desperate to cum.

“It’s embarrassing.”

Nanami pulls out a very un-Nanami-like gesture and rolls his eyes. “No, it isn’t. Tell me what you want.”

But it is embarassing, can't he not see that?

"You don't even like me."

His brow scrunches adorably, the expression making him look more human. "What on earth makes you say that?"

You point out every mission you've been on, all the lectures he crashed just to make needling comments—

"Ah," he holds a hand up to stop you. He sits down heavily on the bed. "Gojo was right."

This throws you. "Gojo was right?"

Nanami winces. "He mentioned you may have this assumption about my feelings for you."

You haven't moved on from Nanami confiding in that white-haired menace. "You spoke to Gojo about this?"

"I was at a loss as to why you infuriated me as much as you did."

You wonder if he's telling you this to give you leverage, to make you feel a little bit better about confiding in him. You cannot imagine that conversation with Gojo was anything other than relentless teasing.

"I want to be taken care of," you confess.

He's been playing with his hands as you both talk, his long fingers woven together. His hands still when his eyes lock with yours. "Does it matter who takes care of you?"

Your lungs get tight. You nod.

"Whenever I think about it, it's you."

The noise he makes is half strangled groan, half growl. It makes your pussy clench.

"Come here and sit on my lap, sweetheart."

You comply before you can think, legs spreading wide to fit on either side of his thighs.

His hands sink into the meat of your hips.

"I said sit."

He presses you down onto him, the length of his erection sliding in between the folds of your pussy. You're already drenched, just from a few fucking words, just from his voice—

"That's my girl," he praises in your ear and you feel the sentiment burst low in your gut. He moves you along the ridge of his thick cock, grunting against your throat. “My gorgeous perfect girl who needed someone to make her fucking listen, huh?"

Nails scrape against your scalp; his fingers pull taut at the base of your skull, wrenching your eyes to his. "You think I haven’t memorized the way your eyes glaze over when I compliment you?”

You've never heard Nanami like this, and the fact that you've made the composed sorcerer come undone is driving you crazy.

He nuzzles into your throat, the tenderness of it stealing your breath. “You think I haven’t fucked my own hand every night for the past year thinking about you? The fact that you came to me to make you feel good—" Another purposeful rock of his hips, your juices and his pre-cum creating a damp patch on the front of his pants. "Infuriating, beautiful girl."

He cups your cunt with the palm of his hand. You gasp and rock into him.

"You want someone to tell you how good you are, don’t you sweetheart? Someone to take away all of the choices and just make you obey?"

"Nanami, please," you whimper, trying to twist your thighs closer to ease the pulsing ache between your legs. He pulls your underwear to the side and chuckles.

“I’ve barely done anything, sweet thing, and you’re already this wet for me?"

"Mmhmm," you whimper pitifully, hips moving of their own accord against his hand. He pulls away.

“Show me.”

You can barely think. Shakily, your fingers start to creep down your sides, but he stops you.

“Not like that. Get on the bed. Open yourself up for me, baby. Show me how wet you are just from being told you like to obey.”

He scoops you up and lays you on the bed. As you shimmy out of your underwear, he stands at the foot of the bed, palming his cock through his trousers.

You're so wet you can feel your arousal sticking in between your thighs. You slide one finger inside of you easily, then another.

"Nanami—" your voice breaks. "I need you." It's not right. You're so turned on it hurts, and your fingers aren't going to be enough. You want his hands, his tongue, his dick—

“Stop fucking begging and do as you're told. It’s not that hard to follow through, is it?”

It's the tone that's been dogging the two of you ever since you started working together, the undercurrent of sexual tension that you never knew how to name until tonight.

“Like what you see?” you ask.

He chuckles, the sound low in his throat. “Yeah, sweetheart, I like what I see. Now lick your fingers clean and tell me how you taste."

You pout and he only laughs again.

“Thought you liked orders." He kneels in front of you. "Not able to follow them?" His hips wedge into yours, cock grinding against the slippery mess between your legs. "My pretty little whore suddenly too stupid to keep up?”

Frissons of pleasure erupt on your skin. The degradation has you seeing stars.

One hand comes up to your throat, resting there. You press your neck under his hand, begging for more. He exhales shakily.

"Baby, you're undoing me here." He gives an experimental squeeze. "Good?"

You nod furiously. His fingers hook into the red lace at your hips; you rut up against him, an embarrassing whine falling from your lips. You're so desperate to cum it makes you want to cry.

“You come in here looking like a fucking slut and expect not to get fucked? With this tiny little skirt and this skimpy fucking top?” He finally pulls your skirt down, throwing it over his shoulder, your shirt and bra quickly following. “The amount of times I've though of you naked, angel, fuck—nothing compares to the real thing."

A second later, he throws your thighs over his shoulders and starts lapping at your pussy like a man starved.

"Always knew you'd taste fucking incredible." His hands grasp the meat of your ass, rocking you up against his mouth. "Used to think about you on the other side of that hotel room—had to convince myself so many times not to break down the door and teach you a lesson for scaring me out in the field."

His tongue toys with your clit as he presses two fingers, then three, the squelch of your pussy echoing in the room. You should be embarrassed at the sound, but you can't think about anything except how good he's making you feel.

"You worry about me?" you manage to breathe out, trying to tease him but sounding too fucked out for it to land.

He looks up at you from between your legs, his chin shining with your slick, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Yes honey, I worry about you. Now be a good girl and let me make you come, okay?"

He approaches pussy-eating the way he does everything else in life. Methodical intent sends a jolt of pleasure through your belly with every lap of his tongue, every press of his fingers. He holds you open and devours you, sucking on your clit and pressing against the spongy spot inside of you just right.

You scream as you cum, pussy gushing all over his face, Nanami's nose pressed into your clenching hole like he can huff your scent into his lungs.

"Next time we do this," he says, kissing your shaking thighs as they quiver around his head. "I'm picking out the outfit."

[danyasblogsblog]

MA MEILLEURE ENNEMIE SIMON RILEY

based of the ‘lovers to rivals’ storyline of jinx and ekko from the series ‘arcane’ if you are HELL BENT on no spoilers for arcane, dont read!!

warnings : mentions of suicide, lovers to rivals trope, reader is a traitor to tf141, angst, beating, killing yk obvi

- you and your once-lover, simon ‘ghost’ riley, re-unite, but not in the way either of you had ever hoped.

the rival between you two was famous between the opposing teams.

the look of pure love and admiration once in both your eyes when you looked at eachother, now replaced with a cold, agitated glare.

but the way your body tensed up when you heard the name, simon riley, was what really got everyone going.

makarov’s shadow stretched upon the walls as his hands lingered over the paintings that scattered around the room. the glass of them reflected off the dim, cheap light in the meeting room, that flickered every few minutes. “the history.. you two have. is it still of any use?” his voice was slow, and you knew what makarov was trying to get you to agree too.

“i wouldnt want to talk to him. its a waste of time, this meeting, sir. captain price could tell him the same thing and he wouldnt agree.” you said, a sharp exhale leaving your mouth. “very well.” makarov’s voice was pointed, and you could tell he wasnt exactly pleased with your answer. not that you could care though- in your eyes, simon wasnt worth your time. but was it the same in your heart?

you stood up and went, the floorboards creaking under your weight as you got up. the dim lights in the meeting room captured your legs’ movements as a looming shadow whilst you turned the door handle and closed it behind you.

your mind flashed to the image of your once- lover. his brown eyes softer when he saw you. the way he would fumble on the battle field when he heard your voice on the comms. the way, sometimes. you missed him.

you remembered the way the task force would tease you two when you had been lovers.

“simon, shes your missus. dont be shy.”

the cheers of the boys’ agreement to price’s statement echoed in the empty safe house. continuous hours had been spent here in this room, joking and shitting around because there was quiet literally, nothing better to do. simon’s eyes, the only visible part of his scarred face, rolled. your quiet giggles as the commotion continued were heavenly sounds to simon.

chuckles escaped everyone’s lips as he grumbled, standing up to give you a kiss on the crown of your forehead. roars of laughter and cheers bounced off the walls. they were all like a family to you.

the family you once had.

they didnt know you were a traitor at that moment.

the memories plagued the back of your head as you walked to your barracks. the next mission you had was extra special- and you knew it was no coincidence that makarov had chosen you for this mission.

you had to sneak into the task force’s safe house over the border of georgia and ukraine. it was a difficult mission- practically suicidal to go through with due to the high stakes, travelling, and of course, task force 141. but you knew only the best, most trusted soliders of makarov’s would be chosen for this task. you knew this was a big deal, and you werent gonna give this opportunity up.

you sat on your thin mattress, your palms digging into your thighs as you thought of how you were slowly forgetting simon’s voice. the deep, gruff voice that soothed you to sleep so many times when nightmares embedded themselves into your head. almost forgotten.

your cracked lips parted as you thought about johnny, kyle and price. how they would kid around with you, treating you like your younger sister. the friendship you had with them was something special- but you couldnt let it happen. after all, it was your destiny to be a traitor.

your eyes scanned the room. the familiar scent of it was nothing new to you. the small cracks in the walls where the ceiling met the wallboards had paint barely clinging to it, and they just waiting for an opportunity to fall. your eyes landed on your sneakers, and old pair, from years before. they still fit, so you decided to just keep using the pair. but that wasnt the only reason.

the fairy lights shone in the dark sky, an embracing contrast. the slow french song blared from the speakers, drowning out most noise. most noise.

simon’s lips tickled your ear as he leaned into your scent, his mask lifted just above his mouth. his face showing was something only you and the task force could see, even if it was only the bottom half, and the scars that littered his jaw were something that truly showed his vulnerability around the people he trusted. you knew simon wouldnt just let anyone see the most sacred parts of his face, but he could trust you. or thats what he thought.

your heart thumped against your chest as you laughed at the cheesey, not at all funny jokes he whispered in your ear. over his shoulder, simon could see johnny and price drunkly giggling at kyle chugging whiskey. ouch. that would definitely come back to bite his ass tomorrow.

your sneakers stepped on his feet as you adjusted to the dance, mumbling a ‘sorry’ as you moved yourself away a bit. simon’s arms, which were wrapped around your waist, allowed themselves to squeeze tighter around your figure, trying to keep you as close to him as possible. “stay close to me.”

the moment felt long lasting, and the feeling of simon gently swaying you to the music made your heart thump harder around your chest. you were lost in your thoughts and love for him until…

“get a room!”

johnny’s voice boomed over the speaker just loud enough so you and simon could hear him. the cackle leaving your lips left your cheeks hurting, as you threw your head back in joy. simon chuckled, his lips curling up slightly. but his eyes werent on johnny, and it wasnt his annoying joke that made him laugh. the look of you genuinely enjoying yourself made him pleased. as if, all the pains he’d been through were worth this moment.

╰ ─┉─¡! • !¡─┉─ ╯

the safe house was cold and damp, and the chilly winter air snipped at your nose. you and your team had decided to split up, and your gun was clenched tightly in your hand, the sweat on your palm rubbing uncomfortably against the cold metal. you slowly let yourself creep around the walls of the desolate, but large, building. the large, glass-shattered paintings looked glossy as the moonlight shone against them. the peeling wallpaper were, most definitely, years old. your free hand rubbed against your jaw, the anxiety of the situation clear as your gut twisted every step you took.

then suddenly, you heard it.

a voice, sharing their bold opinions.

a voice, so familiar.

a voice that, once guided you through painful losses.

the voice of your once-lover.

you tip toed slowly to the direction of the melodic phonics leaving simon’s mouth, your gear shuffling against your vest every time your foot gently touched the ground. your breath hitched as the sound got louder the closer you got the furthest door. your eyebrows knitted and furrowed, as the voice you had once almost forgotten, was now in your ear. you could hear other voices in the background aswell, familiar too. the scottish accent and the voices of your father-figure and best friend let themselves revel in your head as you gently pressed your ear against the door. could it really be them?

then it all stopped.

you could hear a clatter coming from the other side of the house, echoing through the ripped wallpaper and cracked walls. you could hear a meek voice on your comms from your teammate, announcing that you guys had to run.

your footsteps guided you backwards slowly, until you were full on running, sprinting out of the house. suddenly, the long corridor to the exit seemed so far, and the paintings of people laughing and sipping wine taunted you as your feet picked up the pace, pounding against the ground.

you knew the task force had heard it, because if you could, theres no way that they couldnt. you reached the end of the corridor, but the door was locked. you fumbled with the knob, pulling and twisting until it damn near came off. you could barely hear anything over your wild panting, and you could only think of who was going to open that door. would it be price, the man you thought of as your father? could it be kyle, the man who trained you and gave you all the jokes you had now? or would it be your once-lover, simon, the man you once talked about marriage and children with?

you wiped your still-sweaty palms on your clothed thighs, before trying to jiggle the knob again, your desperation seeping through your, usually, stone cold appearance. you swapped your gun to your other hand, using it to try and pull the door open.

your pants and quiet pleads were pathetic, honestly. you kicked the bottom of the door, praying that the wood was moulded and would be easy to kick open. but you remembered that life wasnt so easy.

over the sounds of your heavy breathing, you could hear the faint sound of the door on the opposite side of you open with a slow ‘creeeeaaaakkkk!’

you could feel your heart practically sink.

you slowly turned around, your eyes laced shut, not ready to see who was standing before you on the other side of the hall. you could barely hear anything over the sound of your heart thumping against your sternum, as if it was trying to escape.

your eyes opened.

the tall, broad man with brown eyes was the harsh welcome you were met with. simon’s eyes, once so kind and forgiving to you, were empty and glaring.

a small laugh escaped your lips, realising the gravity of the situation. you got caught. it was the first time simon had seen you since you disappeared.

you remembered leaving in the middle the night for makarov’s helicopter when you found out there was written evidence supporting the fact you were a traitor. nobody could risk you being tortured, especially since you were such an asset to makarov.

your eyes creased as you let your lips curl upwards, pressing into the sides of your face.

“my best enemy,” you chuckled. “im here to greet you!”

your words were cruelty said, and the tone of amusement masked how nervous you truly were. a snicker pulled itself out of your mouth, reverberating at the back of your throat.

“why’d you do it?”

simon’s voice was no longer the sweet, melodic thing it used to be. now, it was harsh, unforgiving and unwelcoming. jeez, you thought, is this even simon?

“you know what they say,” you took a step forward, a chuckle leaving your lips. “keep your enemies close.” a wicked grin cast itself upon your face.

simon lunged towards you, but not in the way someone would a hug.

the wild look in his eyes. you knew he wasnt fucking around.

he tackled you to the ground, practically flying onto you. his, already battered, fists landed themselves onto your face, smashing themselves into your cheeks and mouth, wiping the crooked smile of your face.

the face he once kissed.

the face he once loved, so dearly. trusted so much, when everything seemed so impossible. the face he took pride in showing off, flaunting you practically everywhere.

the smile he once loved, was replaced with the smirk of a devil.

simon looked down onto your, already bloody, face. the crimson leaked from your busted lip and your nose. your mouth was like a mirror of the glass-shattered paintings on the walls, but instead of a little smile, you had an afraid wince casted upon your features.

the look of fear in your eyes was almost impossible to ignore. you let simon’s deep brown eyes meet yours, and the hateful, malicious look on his face softened so quickly into one of hesitation and regret.

he watched the blood trickle down your chin as you whispered a ‘please’ with the strength you still barely had in the moment. after all, simon’s punches werent some shit to giggle at.

his eyes met yours, and he practically melted. the memories flooded back to him, you could tell.

but he didnt know about how your gun was still in your hand, and how it was basically lingering behind his back.

the worst to both of you, was, indeed, you and i.

ma meilleure ennemie.

[mythicmanuscripts]

READER COMBING THEIR FINGERS THROUGH AEMONDS HAIR WHILE OVERSTIMULATING HIM UNTIL HE SEES STARS AND CAN ONLY SPEAK IN HIGH VALERYIAN

SO TRUE ANON SO TRUE

Sub!Aemond smut below the cut, venture down below if you dare.

Being overstimulated until he can barely even think anymore is one of your favourite things to do with him. It took a long time for Aemond to reach a point where he started to enjoy having his limits pushed like that. For months you never even came within seeing distance of anything that may have been harder for him, but over time he started to realise how much he enjoys how his entire mind goes quiet when you do that type of thing with him. He stops feeling so vulnerable after sex with you, stops hiding away and that's when you can slowly start to piece together how much he not only wants, but needs to be taken apart like that.

Aemond is prone to multiple sleepless nights, especially when he's stressed. He does a brilliant job of holding himself together around everyone else and seeming calm and almost nonchalant about everything. Bu then the door closes in your shared chambers and he starts to show his uncertainty and confusion.

It usually takes two or three tough days for Aemond to accept help from you. Of course you can tell immediately that he's starting to go downhill, but at first he always denies it. You've learnt that you have to just let him come to you because if you push him then he'll feel uncomfortable around you and pull away even more.

Anyway point is, I think overstimulation is the absolute best way to help him relax and finally get some rest. Edging and mild pain play are too much fun for him, those are the things he loves, the things that get him blushing down to his chest and mumbling how bad he wants it.

But overstimulation is saved for the times when he needs you to help him feel okay again.

At first you'd try a whole range of different positions for it but within a few weeks you settle on sitting next to him with his leg hooked over your thighs to give you full access. He gets to hide against your shoulder and grip onto you as much as he wants, gets to whine and plead right into your ear so he doesn't have to speak above a whisper.

You make him cum enough times that he's a complete dishevelled mess, that he doesn't even know if he's begging you for more or to stop, not a single coherent thought in his pretty head. You know you've got him right where you want him when his legs start shaking and he stops talking favouring whines and whimpers instead.

Once you've achieved that, you immediately start praising him and sort of just loving on him? That's where the running your hands through his hair comes in. Aemond absolutely LOVES it, especially when you let him play with your fingers on your other hand at the same time.

Aemond used to try and shuffle away when it was over because he would be sweaty and covered in his own cum and he didnt want to make you dirty. Needless to say, you pull him back immediately and he just melts into you. All protests cease the moment he feels your hand in his hair.

You lay like that for a while, playing his hair, stroking his back, kissing his head. Often he'll look up at you for a kiss and you'll end up just gently kissing him, pulling away every now and then to kiss his cheeks and head.

You stay like that until he starts to seem a bit more aware of his surroundings, then you run a bath for the two of you to share before you run down to the kitchens to fetch some water and snacks for him. He'll only eat on two conditions: 1) you handfeed him and 2) he gets to feed you too. Of course those conditions are more than agreeable.

Sometimes Aemond falls asleep the moment you're finished eating and have put the plate away and climbed back into bed. Like the moment his head touches your chest he's out like a light.

Other times he'll have bit more energy than he had before? Make no mistake he's in no state to be around anyone but you, but he's able to talk a bit more with you and seem more alert than he was before you played with him. Usually that's what happens when there's something he needs advice on, or just something he wants to vent to you about. It's only once he's been so thoroughly broken down that he can feel safe enough to tell you what's on his mind and ask you for help.

So yes, playing with his hair is absolutely essential.

[esosage]

I also think his like of robots is also partially because theyre easy for him to love.

Eggman has a very avoident attachment style. He wants connection (as seen with gerald,) but is always scared to get to close in fear of getting hurt. (Probobly from people leaving him in the past.) Like he wants to love and to be loved, he craves it desperetly, but he's just too scared to do so. Too scared of the rejection and the betrayal that sometimes comes with relationships to allow himself that bond, to allow someone to get that close. This, ontop of his inner self loathing, and how he views all relationships as transactional, leads him to become a self fuffilling profeccy. Like he wants someone to love him -> he finds someone that he belives tolerates him (they love him, he just doesnt think they do because he can only comprehend someone loveing him for his use to them, because he doesnt see how someone could love him otherwise) -> he starts warming up to them aswell -> oh no, theyre getting too close! Why are they getting to close? What are they getting out of this? They must be trying to hurt me. They wouldnt be getting this close otherwise. I have to push them away -> him snapping at them to get them to leave -> makes them hate him -> validates his sense of self hatred, in him thinking that hes unlovable -> now his walls are higher, and he refuses to let anyone get that close again -> somehow someone got that close again, and the cycle repeats with robotniks walls getting higher and higher until he tries to cut his humanity off entierly to stop himself from getting hurt.

Heres the thing though, that doesnt happen with his robots. And thats what makes them safe, and easy to love. He doesnt have to worry about being weak to them, because he knows they cant hurt him. He doesnt have to worry about them leaving him, because he himself programmed them to not do so. And essentially, they become one of the only thimgs he allows himself to love, essentially becomeing suroget pets/children/family to him.

And we see this in the third movie.

(Spoilers for 3rd movie btw.)

Once robotnik hears that someone has his badniks, he's furiouse! Livid even.

But once he finds them again, he's absolutely delighted. Relived even. He practically fawns over them, calling them his "eggy weggies." And thats another thing i noticed. His robots are the only things he uses pet names for, the only things he lets himself fawn over and SHOW care about. He even refers to himself as their "daddy," when talking to gerald. (Again going back to the thing of them being his surrogate family that he never had.)

Something that he doesnt do to anyone besides gerald! ( minuse the calling himself their "daddy" thing.)

Which, holy shit, gives me a realisation!

(Im going on a side tangent btw.)

The only times we see robotnik allow himself to have a meaningfull connection with someone, and actually show it, is with family!

Its with gerald, and the robots (which again, he constantly refers to as his children.)

But why? Why are they different?

Well its because, in robotniks view, family has what no other relationship can give him: unnconditional love. Thats why he isnt worried about gerald betraying him, when he normally would be! Thats why he allows himself to show affection in care! Because in his mind, family cant betray him, because they love him unconditionaly. Which in turn, implies that he didnt think anyone could love him like that before, because he didnt have any family to speak of. That because there was no family to give him that unnconditional love, then it was impossible for him to ever be loved, because noone could ever bring themselves to love him otherwise.

And honestly, it makes gerald betraying him even more heart breaking. And it makes the line: "oh ivo, your no maria," hit even harder. because for once in his life ivo thought he was finnally enough. And he just wasnt.

(For gerald at least.)

In other words, robotnik is every therapists worst nightmare.

Sorry for going on a tagent btw, i got carried away lol.

Ugh I explained this to Nat before but that was a vm and now I have to try to put it into text lol. Bear with me. Spoilers for Sonic 3 below...

So like Okay, original game Robotnik has that "machines are better than people and I love them and I hate people" thing going on. And movie universe Jimbotnik does the same thing right. Except his reasons for preferring machines are a little weird? To say the least.

When most people aspire to the perfection of the blessed machine they tend to focus on how machines are perfect because they aren't saddled with those pathetic human emotions, and how they're stronger and smarter and more perfect and all that. And like. There are elements of that with movie Robotnik don't get me wrong, he bullies Sonic for loving his friends, but we all know that's bullshit because his actual personality complex trauma thing stems entirely from being hurt that people don't like him? and nobody's ever genuinely cared about him enough to not betray/leave him, as we learned in movie 3. Daddy issues, et cetera.

The actual first reason he gives for why he prefers his robots, in movie 1, is that they do what they're told and they never need time off to go do stuff other than what they're told. What's worse is that he outright ignores the part about machines that don't line up with what he is. Machines are cold unfeeling things right? And Robotnik is a madman, just complete ditz entirely controlled by his emotions. He's all over the place. So obviously that isn't why he actually likes them. Nor does it seem to be because they're smarter or stronger.

Now all this wouldn't quite have clicked in my head and started forming a pattern, if I hadn't spent half a day getting ahold of reading the movie novelizations lol, they're not good exactly but they aren't bad either (not exactly) and they have this really interesting. Detail. Take. Choice, even, that stood out to me. In the novels we get exactly zero scenes written from Agent Stone's perspective. So he's entirely filtered through Robotnik as we see him. And, like. Robotnik ascribes? Robotic traits to him? That he straight up doesn't have?

This being the most infamous example... But it happens again at least once, which is a lot for the novels cus they're short as hell, where (from Botnik's pov) Stone takes on this more mechanical tone when talking to him or being around him, that he seems to like or prefer/speak positively of. Okay. Weird, homoerotic, but not entirely out of character.

It did make me think though. If Robotnik is kind of loose about why he actually likes machines. But is still adamant that they're good and humans are bad... And what he actually likes about them seems to be that they're... Loyal? I think. And they do what they're told. And they don't need time off to see their families and get laid and leave him alone I'm so sorry then. Well.

Those are traits a human being could very well have. For example, his actual human assistant, who's standing right fucking there as he says it. Right? Stone is still all that, he's loyal and he actually likes + is nice to him and he does what he's told and that's why he actually likes him, as we find out in movie 3, right? So.

What I'm saying is when. In the third movie when he says you were the only person who ever blah blah right. And, like, of course he was. Who would want to be loyal to? This dickhead who mostly wants to achieve world domination? Why would you want to do what a villain says? But Robotnik doesn't care about that, he likes being a villain and above that he's just hurt, right, by it all, and doesn't gaf if his own actions affect others so.

So he ascribes robotic traits to Stone not because they're actually there (Stone is professional when talking to others, but far from emotionless, and it is in fact his emotional connection to the dear doctor that makes him as loyal as he is) but. Rather because in his mind, Stone is on the same level as a robot, because he has the same traits that Robotnik actually. Likes about his robots. That mainly being loyalty, I think.

And, well. In the third movie granpappy Geralt hacks those robots of his and makes them stop obeying him, doesn't he. Not even they were entirely loyal by the end, much like Geralt himself, right?

You can't hack a human being, though.

Anyway. Keep your heads up, okay? I'm like. 99% sure Robotnik is fine (fight me in the comments I guess) and I tend to be good at predicting this stuff so he'll be back one way or another. Jim Carrey officially un-retired, the space station time travel thing is still an active theory, and they can't just fucking kill Eggman guys, come on. Cheers!🥂

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Imagine if Yuu had very powerful magic that allowed him to steal the Student's Signature Spells/Unique Magic whenever they wanted without consent, so like Yuu asks Leona to get him food and he declines so Yuu uses "Snake Charmer" to get him to go get him some chicken nuggets or something or like Yuu doesn't want to go to school so they use "Oasis Maker" to make it rain over campus or smth

Yk this got me thinking to the Playful Land event where they thought Fellow Ernesto Honest hypnotized/body controlled them and they've were like "you did that to us without our consent!?!?!" (Even though he didnt)

I can only imagine Yuu in that moment turning to look to an invisible camera. "Wow. How awful. Imagine someone doing that to you... taking advantage of someone in a fragile situation and making them do things they wouldn't normally do. . ."

Like this all over again

"How terrible... that's my life here."

[angelwishess]

Random Floyra thoughts ..

This ended up longer than I initially thought it would be but that happens w everything I do I fear … chronic yapper over here !!

Kyra teaching Floyd ballroom dancing, and the wonders of fan language! Conveniently enough, she leaves out how to say “I Love You”.

Kyra kissing Floyd’s scars. Be it from accidents or fights, Kyra goes on to ramble about how pretty they are and traces them with her fingers— flustering Floyd once again 😭 can u tell I love soft Floyd i need to be STOPPED.

THEM BASICALLY BEING A MARRIED COUPLE. I was supposed to post a fic about it— but they’ve gotten used to always being together since Floyd loves to sleepover at Ramshackle (yeah they do share the bed, to Grim’s dismay. Kyra tells him to deal with it bc she likes cuddling up w Floyd HAHA. This all happens BEFORE they even realize they like eachother btw they’re so annoying)

^^ Kyra and Floyd helping eachother get ready for the day. Kyra drying Floyd’s hair and buttoning up his blouse. Floyd brushing Kyra’s hair and clipping on her cute little ribbon. Floyd cooking breakfast while Kyra makes coffee, they sit together and act like they’ve done this for years.

Floyd getting hurt in front of Kyra and her kissing it better. Conveniently enough, alot of different places on his body also start hurt to hurt all of the sudden.

Floyd going to Kyra whenever he’s had a bad day or in a bad mood. The only time Kyra won’t be too unserious. Either she gets all soft and reassures him— or she makes jokes until he cracks up. It depends on how bad his mood is lol

Floyd getting stuck in a tree during flight lessons and Kyra making fun of him. He gets all annoyed until she kisses him spiderman-style as an apology.

Floyd dragging off Kyra to a pool or bath tub to just. Cuddle while hes in his merform HAHAHA

Kyra and Floyd making EVERYTHING a competition, regardless of how silly it is. Suddenly it’ll be “I bet I can run from here to there faster than you!” or “I bet I can eat more noodles than you!”. They’ll get competetive even when they’re being AFFECTIONATE. “I bet I can give you more kisses!”, stuff like that 😭

Whenever Kyra has moodswings or feels overstimulated, Floyd drags her away from everyone else so she can get grounded/calm down from everything 🥹🥹 funfact Kyra never had anyone to do this for her in her old world bcs she never opened up this much or let it show, and didnt have anyone that could understand it ….. SIGH i loev them…

Kyra and Floyd play fighting. Thats literally it they would totally play fight u cannot convince me otherwise. No mercy either and Kyra WILL play dirty and pretend he actually hurt her just to throw him off for a sec HEELPPP

Whenever Kyra trips and falls, Floyd laughs at her. But then she drags him down with her and they both end up on the floor every single time.

Kyra and Floyd laughing SO hard during class they both fall out of their chairs and get kicked out then continue to laugh their way out of the classroom. Even in the hallway they’re both still hunched over and clutching their stomachs and struggling to stay steady until they eventually fall to the ground AGAIN bcs they can never stay serious

^^ they purposefully try to make eachother laugh in serious situations

Kyra and Floyd ditching class together to do sevens know what. They have escaped class through the windows 😭

They def do parkour together like cmon HAHAHAHA

KYRA AND FLOYD GOING TO A TRAMPOLINE PARK. OH MY GOD IT’D BE SO FUNNY??

Kyra experiencing snow for the first time right after Book 4 happens. Floyd immediately starts a snow ball fight and it becomes a snow ball WAR. A snow BATTLEFIELD. (They dragged in literally everyone else. Jamil, Kalim, Ace, Deuce, Jade and Azul).

^^ They were against eachother at first, but then randomly teamed up on everyone else LMFAOOO TRAITORS 😭😭

Kyra jumping from a window just because she saw Floyd down below and got excited 😭

Them tackling eachother in the hallways THEYRE SO ANNOYING HELP

Kyra singing a lullaby until they both fall asleep in eachothers arms 🥹

Dancing. Just them dancing. Doesnt matter how or where, whether it be in the rain, on the rooftop during a starry night with the moon beaming down on them or in the hallways of Ramshackle, just them dancing together GIGGLES

Pillow fights are a MUST. Kyra is totally losing though WHAHAHAHA

Floyd sneaking into Ramshackle late at night whenever hes bored or cant fall asleep.

^^ Either they go do something fun or fall asleep together somehow (They always end up waking up in the weirdest positions ever but still remain holding eachother somehow, even if its just their hands 😭)

Late night adventures. Midnight grocery runs, exploring abandoned areas, roaming around campus, ect. Laughing and joking down the empty streets, being alone together feels better than anything else

Floyd and Kyra getting banned from arcades because they keep on finding some way to cheat the machines and get way more tickets than they earned. Also they keep breaking the claw machines.

Floyra at a carnival date— except they team up to cheat at all of the rigged carnival games. Somehow they end up beating them at their own game, and walk away, cackling, victorious, and with arms full of prizes.

Kyra and Floyd fucking around and finding out™️ while playing around during potionology😭 is it really a floyra moment if something doesnt explode ??

Floyra cooking up the most HORRID of food-based abominations. Combinations that should never have been even THOUGHT OF. They feed it to random, unknowing students

Karaoke. Thats it.

Floyra turning the Mostro Lounge into a huge slip and slide . Or accidentally turned it into a bubble fortress. Dont ask how actually I dont know either but they’d find a way somehow

Floyra aquarium date, but they lowkey ruin it for everyone else HEELP. Floyd manages to find a way to get into the tanks, and Kyra, in pure disney princess fashion, attracts all the fish to wherever she is instead 😭😭😭

Floyd randomly picking Kyra up whenever he wants to go do something. It doesn’t matter what Kyra’s doing at that moment, she’ll just ?? Accept her fate and act like its the most normal thing ever 😭😭

“And then I was like— oh, hi Floydie! Okay, bye guys!! I’ll see you later!”

The other first years: 😦???

Kyra ALWAYS greeting Floyd with a kiss on the cheek if not a hug. If she forgets he’ll complain and whine about it all day, it doesn’t matter if she gives him one to apologize bcs he’ll complain abt how she forgot in the first place LMFAOOO

Whenever Floyd wants attention he’ll just. Push away whatever Kyra’s doing and then slip onto her lap somehow if shes sitting down 😭😭

^^ reading??? Mmmmmnnno! Not on his watch! Hes squeezing himself onto her lap one way or another.

I should make another post for hcs sighs !!

Ok thats all ty for listening to me ramble if you made it this far LMFAOOO

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[nidbaesenpai]

got some loop dialogue that didnt flow well with what we were doing the current loop so i made this to kinda smooth it out

[screechingfromthevoid]

that was an exercise in "who's going to tell Orym and Dorian to fuck" chicken

[anirritant]

umm i guess im treating this like an au now ahah

pmd2 darkrai hasn't had time to figure out wtf is going on (he's been here for like an hour tops). he's lost his composure immediately lol

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

if 9&10 were "dont wander off", and 11&12 were "the doctor lies", 13s rule #1 is "dont question me"

"have we not had a good time together" shes pointing yaz to the rule that yaz very well knows is there: we can travel if you dont ask me any difficult questions. yaz knows this is the rule - "because you ask too many questions", "this team structure isnt flat" - but she also was the one to invite the doctor into her home so im pretty sure she also knows shes not gonna kicked out that easily. she has some leeway. which she has been using between revolution and flux, which is why the doctor reminds her of the rules

i dont think she'd kick her out though. she wouldnt. i think it's just that the more you break the rule, the more unpleasant she becomes to be around, and eventually youre gonna walk out on your own. she doesnt want you to, she'd rather you stay and dont ask questions. but if youre gonna try to ask questions anyway, i think thats whats gonna happen

and yaz must think so too. because she does back off. because she doesnt want that to happen either. and it does anyway

[oceanwithouthermoon]

"doing all his talking in between panels"

a few examples of this (where he had to have spoken otherwise it doesnt make sense):

some im pretty sure he spoke in but not 100% confirmed:

(he most likely said something in the first part, otherwise idk why they would know he was lying about doing stuff, but then just walked away wordlessly in the second part ☠️ im not sure)

(its most likely that he said something but its also possible that they just noticed his shock and explained. but the others do explain their situation and dont give any indication of being asked like these two did, so im pretty sure he said something.)

(more direct indications of being asked a question, but he probably couldve asked with gestures or expressions, so not sure)

[batcavescolony]

I was talking to an idiot and I need validation.

[camels-pen]

the difference between zosopp and sanuso (romantic OR platonic) is that Usopp is Zoro's specialest little guy and Zoro is someone Usopp hangs out with and looks up to and hides behind when things get scary, but Sanji and Usopp are best friends. They horse around, they beat each other up, they confide their worst fears trying to one up each other. Usopp hides behind Sanji sometimes, sure, but idk, Sanji's weaknesses are more obvious (bugs, fighting women, etc) so there are times when Usopp has to stand in front of Sanji too, yknow?

Like, how do I say this, all the crewmates are equal- Usopp and Zoro are equals- but with Sanji it feels like more... comradery? Zoro's a rock in a terrible storm- even rocks tend to get weathered and chipped and worn down, but they overall stay strong and steady. He has trouble being vulnerable and there are times when the burden he's placed on himself to keep the crew safe is crushing his chest. Usopp would help with that and be very understanding, but the point I'm trying to get with that is that those moments are few and far between. So I feel like Usopp, especially after Water 7, would take Zoro's lead on something like that, and keep most of his worries to himself or only talk about them sparingly unless they're really bad and/or he can't hide them.

Sanji is like a tree in a storm; he can be strong, yes, but it feels like he bends and sways with the storm, and has more obvious breaking points. He can relate more to Usopp's struggles rather than resorting to blunt honesty that might border on callous like Zoro. And while, with Zosopp, I tend to think of scenarios with Zoro being blunt like that as a good thing- because sometimes when you're spiraling, it's nice to have someone say exactly what's great about you and shoot down all your worries with straight facts that you can't argue with- I can also see this as being a bad thing. Anxiety can really twist up your brain sometimes, you know? And despite the words, the tone could still mess someone up if they're already feeling like a burden on others in some way.

With Sanuso it's a lot more understanding and thoughtful words. It's distractions and comfort food and patience- the kind reserved for Usopp- until Usopp talks about whatever's troubling him. Compared to Zosopp, it doesn't take as long for Usopp to open up, since he's done the same thing to Sanji at times and it's more familiar to him to talk and commiserate with Sanji about his worries and doubts and such. However, there are times stuff like this has absolutely no effect and Sanji will end up at a loss, no idea what to do or how to help over the course of several days with Usopp being quiet and keeping his distance, and he'll end up working himself up about it which will only serve to make Usopp feel worse and. yeah. bit of a vicious cycle with them.

So it's like. Usopp can be weak with both of them, but since I see Sanji as the type of guy who'd be more open with his worries (at least compared to Zoro), there's less of a need to 'perform' and be his best self around him. He's comfortable around Zoro, yes, but he is constantly wanting to show that he won't be a problem to him. On the other hand, while he's more open with Sanji, and Sanji with him, they tend to relate a bit too much with each other and they both have issues with causing trouble for others and being 'deserving of love' so failed attempts at consoling one hurts the other and creates an unpleasant cycle of misery and avoidance before some other crewmate (Zoro) tells them to quit being stupid and just fucking talk to each other.

[emosyzoth]

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[moomeecore]

"is this a plant or a weed" im going to pull all the hair out of your head