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sanderssidesthehouse · 2 days ago

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I've linked a bunch of my previous posts and quoted relevant sections below the cut, it just got really long and would be nightmare for people to scroll past lol. I love to talk about them so if you have questions/comments/extrapolations/mildly related tangents lmk I am unwell and will talk myself in circles if not given a clear direction lol

Janus Character Bingo

My favorite thing about Janus is that he's a liar about being a liar. Not that he doesn't lie, but calling him 'Deceit' is a lie. Sure, he manages that function, but it doesn't have to be his position, if that makes sense. There are several other things he could be called, most of which don't have a negative connotation. I'm not positive his job is necessarily something else, like how Roman is also passion and the ego, but he's called Creativity, so Janus's main gig could very well be lying, but he could be called something else that denotes the purpose of lying, and considering the other things he's shown to manage, such as trying to get the others to STOP lying (looking mostly at you, Patton), lies don't always serve him and his purpose. Are we picking up what I'm putting down? I'm tired and this paragraph is long.

Do you ever think about...

Do you ever think about how Janus is only ever whatever he's expected to be? How he always has to put on a front whenever we're looking at him? And how when the only thing you are is what someone else needs you to be you're never really you and you stop being able to recognize who that is? He only ever gets to be what's necessary which means he can't even form meaningful friendships with the other sides. He is by necessity a care taker but who takes care of him? He's focused on making sure the needs of c!Thomas are met and subsequently the other sides and yet his needs (i.e. being able to freely perform his function and be heard) are routinely denied. Do you ever think of the long lasting effects of that? How kindness will seem suspicious and how he probably can't let his guard down or relax in front of anyone? Bc I think about it a lot.

Janus's Relationship with Lying

I think Janus's relationship with lying is probably really complicated. Like it's part of his job, for sure. And I think he probably resents that a little bc of the situation. But I also think he genuinely enjoys a bit of good natured lying, i.e. bits and such. Like I think he would really enjoy lying about harmless or objectively stuff, but I think his need for backwards talk and constantly being disbelieved must grate on him. He has a job to do and yet his job is prohibiting him from doing it. You know? Does that make sense? I'm tired. Like everyone else gets to have fun with their jobs. Even Virgil kind of enjoys giving Thomas anxiety from time to time and Logan gets to play very serious dress up. Bc of Janus's job, he becomes known as Deceit which then makes him seem unreliable to Thomas and the other sides so they don't listen to him and he can't do his job. But also you've seen him. He has so much fun lying about silly things! I just want to give hin a hug.

Unreliable Narrator Post

So most notably as mentioned is Janus who is introduced to us as Deceit. We get "Warning: Liar" written straight on the package. Not everything he says is a lie or obfuscation so it's really fun to decipher what he's saying and his motivations bc also written on the package is his prime directive: "Sides of Thomas will always seek to perform their duties to help Thomas." The way they all go about it is different and sometimes does more harm than good, but that is still their intrinsic goal. The original post was mostly about people taking what he said in the tutorial at face value when you're talking to the professional mask maker.

Next we have another side who admits to being wrong a lot which is Virgil. He explicitly states this in SvS. He's not lying but that doesn't mean what he's saying is objectively the truth. This is pretty obvious before he says it bc of his role as Anxiety. Anyone who has anxiety knows it's usually wrong or exaggerating, even though what your anxiety makes you believe can feel so much like the truth. It's hard for him to be super reliable in relaying information bc he's scared and stressed about like 90% of things which warps his perception.

And last we have Remus. This guy. Beautiful boy. All about being brutally honest except he's just not lying. Except for when he is. I swear he just says stuff recreationally and like, me too, but at least I admit it. He's got that Brennan Lee Mulligan 'I will die on any hill' vibe methinks. The problem is that he says the actual profound truths in the same tone he does the shitposts so no one takes it seriously. And I swear to you this is on purpose, I can't prove it, but tell me honestly you don't think that's something he'd do. Rat bastard.

So what? They're all dirty filthy liars? Of course not. Sometimes they wholeheartedly believe what they're saying, sometimes they're doing their best in a situation that's difficult to navigate, sometimes the difference between the truth and the lie isn't actually all that important. Even the known liar is more than the lies he tells, and quite frankly it makes the truths he states all the more impactful. Everyone puts on a mask, a facade, the person they want everyone to see or the person they think everyone wants to see. The characters have become very complex over the course of the series which I think is really fun.

Janus and Sarcasm

So far we've had very few glances at his actual personality past his job, unlike the main four, so the only things we have to go off of are c!Thomas's whole personality and deciphering Janus's words through layers of sarcasm and lies. It's also made difficult bc none of the other sides seem to have a consistent handle on when Janus is telling the truth. They don't know him that well and/or are extremely biased in one direction or the other, so we don't even really get clues from their reactions either. Occasionally there's an exception when Logan is in the room (I think he was the one who tried pointing it out to Roman one time), but he still gets tripped up sometimes bc he takes things so literally. Janus's over the top sarcasm also makes it difficult to tell when he's obfuscating the truth in more subtle ways which I think is on purpose bc it makes him more effective at hiding things which is a big part of his gig.

Creativitwins Thoughts

I'm ougouguoughuog. About Remus rn. And about how he's so, so much like Roman. And about how they hate it probably as much as they could love it. The need for attention, the need for control, particularly of any narrative being told about them. If Remus is doing it on purpose the it doesn't hurt when they say he's disturbing. If he's trying to be hated then it doesn't matter when they do. If he puts aside politeness he can take any attention that he wants. If he's provocative, his ideas don't need to be thought put bc they'll just be ignored or violently rejected anyway. But they do get him attention. He is heard. He wouldn't be otherwise, and he knows it. Just another piece of lint swept under the rug, or a trinket hidden away in a box in the back of the closet. And Roman does everything asked of him to the best of his ability bc if he pleases everyone then everyone will like him. If he always does the right thing, they'll listen. When he does a good job, they'll give him praise. As long as he does everything that Remus doesn't, he gets to be in the forefront. He gets to be seen and acknowledged. Which means he has to go over every idea with a fine tooth comb to make sure there's nothing 'icky' in there, never exploring more than is allowed. And it's not good for either of them bc the sides have needs. Neither of them are free to explore their creativity, their main job. They're asked to perform it and at the same time, not allowed. They should be working together but are pushed apart. Neither of them are being genuine bc being genuine leaves you vulnerable. Not that they don't mean the things they say or that they don't support the ideals they claim, just that at all times a little piece of themselves is hidden away. And everytime they see each other they're looking in the mirror, but they can't call the other on it or risk losing their security. And even though they know the truth about each other, they still envy the superficial aspects of the cages the other has trapped themself in. Roman of Remus's ability to spout ideas as they come and explore whatever he wants, Remus of the attention Roman receives, particularly from Thomas. They think that maybe if they just had the other's problems that maybe they could make it work even though they know it's not true.

Remus Character Bingo

I think about Remus so frequently. My absolute favorite we've seen of him was WTIT. It definitely gave us more to work with, particularly with how much he hates being ignored. Bc like, yeah he's a side and he needs to be able to do his function, but his function and subsequently himself have been repressed which has warped everything and tbh I'd act like that too.

Remus is literally an alarm. He shows up when things are bad... And makes them worse, but!!!!! He's a clue to get to the root problem. Also, as someone who suffers from disturbing and upsetting intrusive thoughts, I'd love to see dealing with Remus through creation, bc honestly him having a hold of Creativity is perfect. One way to get through intrusive thoughts is the mindful meditation technique, another is by ejecting them via art/writing. I think that would be fun. Some people think Remus is annoying. And? As is his right? No, but seriously, he's been neglected up until we see him appear, suppressed except for where his influence slips out, honestly, he could be MORE annoying if he wanted. Get their asses. One characterization I see people give him is that he doesn't care, but if nothing else, there is one thing he absolutely has to care about: c!Thomas. I mentioned this in my unreliable narrator post in relation to Janus, but it stands for all of them: “Sides of Thomas will always seek to perform their duties to help Thomas.” I don't believe the sides can purposely seek to hurt c!Thomas. They're not people, they're part of a person.

Remus is insecure

I view both of them as having the 'this is who they've decided I am so even though there's more than that I'm going to be this 110% so that if they're ever disappointed I can at least say "well what did you expect? you made me."' Like Remus is still Creativity, a darker creativity is just as capable of great work as a more sunshine and rainbows one. "What if this happened, wouldn't that be fucked up?" can be just as compelling as "What if this thing happened, would that be cool or what?" but Remus is expected to be everything that c!Thomas hates and he has to be extreme to get noticed so he's being who he's not in order to have a taste of what he wants, when in reality he wants his genuine self to be acknowledged and listened to but he doesn't think that's going to happen and I don't blame him. Roman also does a version of this where he just is whatever he thinks the others want him to be so he can maintain his seat at the table, probably driven on by the thought that if he strays, he's just as disposable as Remus, just as capable of being shunted aside and reduced into nothing of substance.

Virgil and Janus Relationship

I think Virgil would be a mom friend bc he learned about being friends with Janus and they're both mom friends who had a lesbian situationship and when they split it rocked everybody like a divorce and this is anxceit to me. Virgil learned how to read people from Janus and Janus learned how to consider emotions from Virgil and they can never unlearn these things just as anything else they learned from or about the other and they're intrinsically linked for the rest of time regardless of their standing and if they became close again it would never be like it was bc they had that trust and it was absolutely shattered but they yearn for that relationship as it was and as it can't be so they might try to imitate it and let it destroy them out of desperation or they might try to preserve it by never being close again or they might find a way to move forward and build new bridges rather than mending old ones and this is why I can't stop thinking about them. They can be toxic, they can be doomed, they can have hope, they can make all three true simultaneously, I am unwell about them. No matter what they do it will be beautiful, either beautifully tragic or beautifully warm. No one can comfort them like the other, no one knows them as well as the other, no one can hurt them like the other, no one knows less about who they've become in the others absence and yet no one could know more. They don't understand each other on the outside any more, but they can still predict their deepest depths.

Virgil Character Bingo

Funny thing is I think he's the most stable side at the current point in canon which is like... someone please help them. But I think it has somewhat to do with him being closest to having a complete arc (until new stuff is revealed perhaps). His current issues have been addressed for the most part, save his history with the 'dark' sides. He's also an easy comfort bc in my opinion he's the simplest of the sides (what you see is what you get), likely due to his hatred of lying. He's anxious, he's Anxiety, that's his thing. He's also Virgil and he's emo and I can vibe with that. Someone has to be stable (kind of) around here!

And it's so interesting to me how each of the 'dark' sides feels differently about being or playing a villain, with Virgil definitely disliking it the most as a concept but still having trouble leaving it completely behind.

And his friendship with Patton is so special to him, you can tell. Patton was the first person to want to include him, and with open arms, too! Patton treated him like he was someone easy to love, even if he went a bit overboard. But yeah him and Patton together accidentally caused a lot of harm and now Patton is cool with Janus and he's going to feel guilty and mad and sad and I feel bad bc it has to be a problem for it to get better. I want him to be able to play with his friends again. Someone give him a hug, he's had a rough few episodes.

Inside Jokes

Stuck in the Past

Sometimes I think about how the 'dark' sides are like, stuck in the past comparatively. And they can't move into the present until they're ALL acknowledged and accepted. Virgil has been in the light for a while now but he's still stuck. And it's all bc there was a division in the first place. How can you move on from being shunted to the side and detested for something that wasn't your fault and then forced to do the thing that makes people hate you bc your persistence is outside of your control? They've all got villain vibes for a reason. Honestly I think Janus is closest to being able to move forward. Virgil can't as long as his thing with them goes unaddressed and Remus hasn't been completely accepted yet, they're still trying to mitigate his existence.

Laughing at Janus's Misfortune

I think it's really funny that the schemer of the group ended up with the feral cat behaving sides to work with bc like no wonder his plans didn't work out before. Like Virgil is anxious and Remus does whatever he wants which is likely biting. Doesn't seem like a recipe for success.

Anxceit Ship Bingo

I think it would be amazingly angsty if after all this time they still knew each other best. Like maybe they don't know each others current favorite foods or movies, but they know each others deepest fears and how to calm each other down and what each others most formative moments were. I like the idea of them having deeply entrenched history.

Them both having protecting roles is very interesting and it would make so much sense if that's why they had a falling out in the first place. I explored one possibility of what that would look like in Why Do I, excerpt here: "The thing about Deceit- Janus- Self Preservation, whatever you wanted to call him, was that he had one singular agenda: Make sure Thomas gets what he needs and then what he wants, regardless of who he has to cut through to do it. And so, once upon a time, Virgil ended up with a knife in his back." A second excerpt: "And whenever something happening to Thomas would make Virgil freak out, Janus would have Thomas lie it away." I wrote while thinking about how lying can affect anxiety and Anxiety. When you lie, there's always the chance of getting caught, which can potentially be more stressful than the thing you lied about, and if you get caught too many times, it's the boy who cried wolf which would also be a very anxiety inducing situation bc what if you really need someone to believe you? There's also the fact that this would increase avoidant behavior. Janus CANNOT defer to Virgil if he wants to keep c!Thomas safe bc long term that would be disastrous to his health. Sometimes things that are good for you are scary. But this in particular is related mostly to their jobs so they shouldn't be taking it personally, especially since 'dark' sides know better than anyone that they can't help what their jobs are, they just have to do them.

And some fun headcanons

Remus Halloween Headcanon

I think every year Remus absolutely revels in Halloween bc spooky shit is right up his alley. It's the one time of year when the gruesome is normal and expected. Like Virgil has the emo Halloween aesthetic, but Remus is dressing up as a hyper realistic zombie maid and creating the most unsettling stories known to man bc he can and someone might actually listen bc it's Halloween.

Remus German Headcanon

My character/ship playlists

Hey, i don’t know if i was allow to do the @darksideweeks dukeceit prompts this early but I’ve had really bad art block and they helped me get out of it.

(Sorry if these pieces are kind of cringy)

Also if anyone has any ideas or art requests please let me know!

Explanation behind the piece below-

The prompt puppets kinda reminded me of them both.

Remus and Janus are both very different characters but they’re both tied to this idea of having to put on a villainous persona whether it’s to gain some semblance of control (and ironically enough it actually ends up giving them less) or it’s the role they were pretty much forced into because of Thomas’s religious guilt.

Or maybe it’s potentially both.

They do it to make it hurt less, gain the lack of control they never had in the first place.

That’s why I think puppets play do well into the both of them, because at this point that’s kinda what they are.

Luckily enough, Janus is breaking from those strings in SvS but Remus is still kinda in that same puppet state.

Which makes me wonder if his angst/arc will be similar to Virgil’s in the sense that Virgil can’t help his anxiety so he scares everyone for a sense of control.

When the others start to work with him he’s less threatening, happier and his guard is down.

What if his intrusive thoughts are constant or close to it?

If he purposely makes people think he’s a psychopath then it doesn’t hurt as much.

He’s made them think that and every other negative thing on purpose.

If negative attention is all the attention he’ll ever get so why not lean into it?

#siding post #sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders

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sysig · 1 year ago

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DAX is just so expressive ♥ (Patreon)

#My art #SCII #Damned #DAX #Lol #Have I mentioned I love him lately #As if I ever stop talking about how much I love any of them lol #Okay but genuinely these were really nice as warmups they were really easy to just knock out one by one #He's very expressive as Dexter! *handwaves about human neurochemistry and expressions* lol #I had to make his Neutral look extra dead inside to make up for the rest haha #Funnily enough I have actually been watching a series of streams of like VAs and visual artists and writers and stuff #And they are constantly uptalking 2D talksprites as mood-setters for dialogue #So it was really fun to make these with that in the back of my head like ''Yeah! :D They /are/ good at that!''#Very cool expressive medium :D #See if you can spot the first drafts for a few of these :3c #I'll give you a hint: Scared and Sad(? Regretful ig lol) were from some posted doodles #His grumpy one was also a doodle but I didn't post it so it doesn't count lol #Oh yeah and and a lot of these had little accessories like the fear bursts and the little sigh bubble lol I just...forgot them here lol #They're there in spirit please feel the grump lines and sweat drops in your heart <3 #I had a heck of a time trying to keep his face consistent with different angles lol aren't VUX nervous to move their necks me #Just gotta actually get into 3D modeling properly smh #I keep finding myself wanting to make more now that this set's done but I'm not sure what expressions! Confused? Focused? He's so subdued #Oooh he'd suit an expression meme wouldn't he <3 Now there's an idea #Might even open an ask game for that if I can find a good one :3c Hehehe

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danmeichael · 1 year ago

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both ad lib lovers and the summer hikaru died to something really interesting wherein they take typical genre conventions and set-ups of BL and place them into a genre other than romance, while still portraying the romantic undertones. where the summer hikaru died does this with horror, ad lib lovers does this with comedy.

as opposed to hikaru's focus on horror, in ad lib lovers, jealousy, desire, and a fear of inadequacy and loving someone more than they love you is portrayed through the lens of improv. this accurately depicts that having a crush on someone as an adult is humiliating.

#not fandom #the summer hikaru died #sokuseki ad lib lovers #is it weird i could talk a lot about how well executed ad lib lovers is #like OF COURSE i can talk about the summer hikaru died and horror as an allegory for queer coming of age #but ad lib lovers seems significantly less narratively dense on the surface but is (in my opinion) so perfectly executed #the mix of diagetic and non-diagetic comedy is so fantastic and both are executed really well #it's also INCREDIBLY grounded in a way a lot of manga focused on comedy really aren't #oh my god stop talking this was supposed to be a joke post oH MY GOD #it truly feels like two guys trying to be funny. i believe that their act is funny in-universe #as well as finding the non-diagetic jokes that are for you the viewer really funny.#reframing common BL tropes for couples getting together as them getting their COMEDY DUO together #while also doing a really good job of developing a very sincere (if goofy) romance just outside the boundaries of the cliche works so well #i think there is a tendency to undervalue the effort that goes into making comedy work #comedy is seen as the lowest common denominator #but this is a manga that is just mechanically incredibly well executed on top of being really enjoyable #in my opinion idk #AND ANOTHER THING another thing these works share is societal.#horror and comedy are two places that queerness was historically allowed to exist in media mostly unquestioned #you are allowed to be queer if you're the butt of the joke #you're allowed to be queer if you're the monster.#in this way that makes them such a poetic canvas to explore a genuine and sincere love story between same-sex characters

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plantenjoyer · 1 year ago

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I SWEAR I KEEP TRYING TO DO ART BUT THEN SOMETHING GETS IN THE WAY AND THEN I PROCRASTINATE AND THEN SIX MONTHS PASS

#this has been happening for like TWO YEARS BUT I SWEAR TO GOD I AM TRYING.#my usual art motivation (my webcomic idea) has been put on hold for a bit and because of that i forgort... everything #my will to draw specifically #but in my defense i have been writing k*arlach / oc indulgences and i've been VERY focused on finishing it #i also got a marketing manager (my friend <3) to help with advertising my comms and stuff so uh... look forward 2 that #i might need to start posting all of my art on a sideblog so she doesn't have to log into my main though #so there might be some changes #but i promise i want to do art!!!! but there's always something to do first and then months pass :(#or i get the urge to draw and then life is like ''have a cancer scare'' lmao...#(ended up being cancerous actually </3 but because it's skin stuff it was easy to remove)#(but that really took the piss out of me for most of july... not to mention that ffxiv released a new expansion and i have been...#having a good time with my new friends doing content and stuff!) i also made a friend irl after like 3-4 years of total isolation #we feed ants and watch them move around together and comment on their behaviour patterns...#but like when i say this takes literal hours.#we just sit out there and talk about random shit and watch ants walk across the floor. both of us hate ants btw.#like we don't like having them ON us so it's a bit like playing with fire.#but anyways yeah i've also been really low energy recently too bc of the heat and burnout from college...#but the good news is that i'm transferring in fall to a much more relaxing college & courseload!#i'm hoping it'll stop me from feeling so... awful ?? i guess ??#like i was taking classes i didn't need to that were really difficult & punishing #not to mention extremely boring & hard to pay attention to when dealing with literally anything. i did not want to be there.#my next college is much more interest-oriented so i will finally be able to take classes i want to and learn from them...!#and then maybe i will feel a bit more in control of my life / more encouraged to draw #anyways thank u for reading my ramble. hoping it all comes together soon.#i need to do a lot of work but most of it is so i can sell commissions again #but once the karlach fic is done we're so back on the webcomic train !!!!!!!!

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self-winding · 8 months ago

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Along with the "how do we stop young men turning into angry radical right-wing types" discourse there's been a lot of discourse about the need for cishet male allies of the cause to stand up to their racist, sexist, homophobic etc. male friends and tell them to stop being those things, and other people saying "I've tried that and it doesn't really work, they just call me a fag and then stop hanging out with me."

And yeah, given that the left and right are more divided than ever it is kind of strange to assume that a male feminist is going to be hanging out with a bunch of sexist dudebros who will take it to heart when they make a rape joke and he says, "dudes...that was fucked up." That's not how it works.

(Also, yes, I realize that "the right" and "sexist dudebros" are not really the same thing but there's an area of overlap that is specifically being focused on in a lot of this discourse.)

I've been in sort of the Mirror World version of that scenario: being in heavily left-wing spaces, hearing people say fucked up shit about men and being the one who says, "uh that's kinda fucked up why would you say something like that?" and can confirm, yes, this kind of pushback does not work in that context. They just ridicule you and double down on whatever they were saying. Pushing out dissenting voices is a time-honored bonding ritual for these types of groups.

On the other hand, when I am alone with an actual friend, someone I care about who also cares about me, and they say something fucked up and I respond with shocked silence or a quiet "hey now," they usually backpedal pretty quickly.

So I guess if you're trying to stop someone from going down a rabbit hole my advice is not to confront them in a group setting or online where other people can witness the confrontation, especially if you are in a setting where most onlookers are likely to side with them. Talking to them alone, and in a less confrontational way, is what actually gets results.

#the discourse

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iris-qt · 3 months ago

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The Boy Who Stares

Theodore Nott is staring at you again.

You don’t know why. You're not even doing anything particularly interesting. Just sitting in the third row of Ancient Runes, dutifully highlighting a passage about something very old and very cursed, as one does at 9 a.m. on a Wednesday.

But there it is. That intense, brooding stare from two seats to the left. Again.

You risk a glance. Yep. Still happening. His quill is poised mid-air like he forgot how to write. His mouth is slightly parted.

You blink. He blinks. You look away. He doesn’t.

Okay.

Maybe you have ink on your face. Or a troll horn growing out of your forehead. Or maybe he’s plotting your murder, slowly deciding which corridor would be least suspicious to lure you down. Totally fine.

You swipe your thumb across your cheek, just in case. Nope. No ink. Still cute, still confused, still alive. Probably.

Why is he looking at me like that? you think to yourself, nose back in your book.

What you don’t know is this:

Theodore Nott: stoic, unflappable, academically terrifying, hasn’t heard a word Professor Babbling has said in thirteen minutes and twenty-two seconds because he’s been trying to figure out how you manage to tuck your quill behind your ear without it falling out.

That, and how you’re the only person in class who managed to finish the Ancient Runes translation without using a single cross-reference guide. And how you chew on your bottom lip when you’re focused, and how your handwriting slants slightly to the left, and how—

You glance up again, catching him mid-gaze.

He immediately jerks his head away so fast it’s a miracle his neck doesn’t snap in half.

You squint. He suddenly finds his parchment very interesting. His ears, traitorous things, go a bit pink.

You blink again.

Nope. Still a murder plot. Definitely.

...

Class ends with the soft clack of textbooks shutting and chairs scraping across the floor. You take your time gathering your things, mostly because your bookmark has disappeared into a void of loose parchment.

Okay. That’s a problem for later.

Theodore Nott is still sitting there. Not moving. Not packing up.

You glance his way again. He pretends to yawn, which would be normal if it weren’t so obviously staged. Like, hand-to-chest, slow-motion, opera-singer yawn. No one yawns like that. You watch in real time as his brain short-circuits trying to look casual.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and head toward the door. And then:

“Wait.”

You stop. Turn. Blink.

Theodore Nott is standing. This feels promising.

“You, um—” he begins, voice low and uncertain. “You left your—uh…” He looks over at your desk. There is nothing there. Not even a scrap of parchment.

He stares at the empty space like it might help him. It does not.

“I left my…?” you say slowly, eyebrows lifted.

He panics. “Presence.”

Your brain takes a full three seconds to process that.

“My what?”

“Your—you left your—pencil sharpener,” he blurts. “Quill sharpener. Yes. That.”

You do not own a quill sharpener. Is that even a thing?

“Oh,” you say, smiling like you’re talking to a slightly confused, very pretty ghost. “Do you…have it?”

“No.”

Silence.

Then he blinks, visibly resets, and tries again. “Sorry. I meant—Hi. I’m Theodore. I mean, you know that. Obviously. We’ve had class together for like six years, I just—well.” He gestures vaguely toward your general existence. “Hi.”

You blink again. You’re doing a lot of blinking lately. “Hi…?”

“I like the way you annotate,” he says.

You stare.

“What?”

“I mean, not in a weird way. Just in a—your notes. Your margins. The way you organize them. It’s very…” He swallows. “…structured. Efficient. There’s a system. You color-code.”

You keep staring.

His voice lowers slightly, like he’s confessing to a crime. “I think about them sometimes.”

This might be the most unhinged flirtation you’ve ever witnessed.

“…Thanks?” you manage, because what else does one say when a gorgeous Slytherin boy admits to daydreaming about your annotated footnotes?

“Anyway,” he says, suddenly flustered again. “I’m going to leave now. With my dignity. Or…what’s left of it.”

He turns, walks directly into the doorframe, mutters “brilliant” under his breath, and disappears.

You stand there blinking at the empty doorway.

And then you laugh. Like, properly laugh.

You’re still laughing when you find your missing bookmark sticking out of Theodore’s textbook.

A/N: missed writing for theo -> pt. ⅠⅠ - The Boy Who Folded First

#theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott one shot #theodore nott x you #slytherin boys

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dgknightblue · 7 days ago

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Danny, full of truth serum and very loopy tired: This isn’t the first time I’ve been kidnapped! Not even counting last week because my parents sent me there fully trusting the guy since they’re friends, but I didn’t want to be there so I call it that… probably more unlawful imprisonment.

Danny: Anyways, I just don’t trust the guy since he’s a fruit-loop that wants me to be his son! So eating his food is a no go but he found the nutrient bars I had stashed a way so the only option left (I didn’t have cash) was to eat whatever the fruit-loops servants make.

Danny: Of course it was drugged, of course! And I wake up in the dungeon again.

Tim: Dungeon?

Danny: Yeah he’s a fruit-loop that likes to torment me.

Dick: Have you ever considered telling your parents?

Danny: No? Why would I do that, I can handled it by myself or have my friends help me. Though my sister knows and constantly calls even though she’s in college right now.

Danny: I mean, I don’t know what my sister did but when she talked to him one day, I stopped finding cameras in the house. Which was weird, but cool of her.

Danny: Also it would make my parents sad, so I really don’t want to tell them. They trust him a lot- I mean my mom is aware he is in love with her, but she doesn’t know he tries to …. Groom me. I know it sounds bad, but it’s not in a super icky way.

Danny: Like I said, he wants me to be his son because he likes my mom. And other reasons. That aren’t important!

Danny:….. he doesn’t act this way with my sister. He mostly focuses on me or tried to use her against me once.

Danny: He’s kind of a villain, you know? A fruit-loop. Anyways, back to me being in the dungeon. I actually met my cousin there!

Tim: Your cousin?

Danny: Yeah! She’s my clone. He cloned me. I love her. But she wasn’t supposed to be in America so I was surprised to see her.

Dick:…. What was she doing in the dungeon?

Danny: Apparently he wanted to try one last time to make a perfect clone son if I won’t be his son. I just… she was right there. Just because he wanted a son? Sure she wasn’t quite stable at the time, but she wanted him to love her. He could have been a dad, but he wasn’t.

Danny: I don’t get it. The ‘family’ he could have had was right there. He doesn’t deserve a great daughter like her. If he had been a kind person, he could have had the closeness he wanted.

Danny: Well if he didn’t blame his accident solely on my dad and for marrying mom. He’s just a fruit-loop.

Tim: How did you get out if your parents never found out?

Danny: My friends told my sister I was with him and apparently camped out in the woods in case he does something fruit loopy. The second I sent a message to them, she was busting down the doors. I was confused because she was supposed to be in college, but apparently she didn’t have any classes for her spring break.

Danny: We watched her beat the fudge out of him when she saw me be electrocuted.

Dick: You were being electrocuted!?

Danny: Yeah! He knows I’m susceptible to electrocution especially after my accident. Let me tell you, being zapped to the point of needing to go to the hospital is not fun. Or The bullying because now I’m not just the openly queer kid, I’m the disabled and ugly openly queer kid.

Danny: You can be gay if you’re quiet, but ancients forbid if you’re trans.

Tim: That’s awful, didn’t the teachers do anything?

Danny: Ha, fat chance! They watch it happen and then blame me. I got in so much trouble for what they do and do to me, they’re the jocks and A-listers of course they’re above the rules.

Danny: My friend Sam is rich, if she was shallow and flaunted it then she’d be an A-lister too, but she’s not like that, so she gets stuck at the bottom of the social ladder since she’s goth and friends with me.

Danny: If she was just goth, she’d be a little higher and be with the other goths. But no, she’s in the freaks category with me and our other friend.

Dick:… because they hang out with you.

Danny: Yep! Ah. Now that I’m thinking about it, my ex girl friend is the only one I ever dated besides Sam that was okay with me, I was just Danny.

Dick: You dated Sam?

Danny: We didn’t last, as much as she liked me and I liked her it just wasn’t working. We stayed friends.

Tim: Can we circle back to the whole ��you got kidnapped before’ thing? I feel like we got off topic.

Danny: sure, wait why are we talking about that again? I feel like I got everything.

Tim: I’d like to know who the guy is so I can avoid him.

Danny: Vlad Masters, but he’s not the only one to kidnap me. There’s the GIW, who only managed to get me in their van, but I was with my sister and she beefed up over the summer because of anxiety over my safety.

I like the idea of Danny being protected helped his obsession because I think his obsession stemmed from the single thought of ‘Help me’ that was unanswered in his half-death. So he helps people because of the desire for help being answered, whether it was helping him or others- as long as the plea is answered. ‘To help’.

Something! Idk what the setting is for this, but they are all in one place and kidnapped. Not even in Gothem or by one of their rouges.

The dialogue can be changed around since I’m not hundred percent with it. But Danny can’t lie, he can control how he speaks and can avoid saying certain things but otherwise it has to be the truth.

He’s also very tired.

#au #crossover #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #tim drake wayne #dick grayson

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madamechrissy · 1 month ago

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Endless Summer

Pairings- Yandere! Caleb x F!reader

Summary- You are staying home from summer break before Senior year of college with your Gran, Josephine, when a huge surprise happens, after over a year of being unable to see Caleb, he comes back to stay. You're so happy, but there's just a couple problems - one, you want him in ways you shouldn't, and you're just starting to get over it with the distance. And two, Caleb is pretty fucking pissed that you have a date, isn't he enough for you!?

Warnings- eventual smut, light angst, taboo relationships, TW- stepcest, mutual pining, yandere Caleb, he's a virgin bc that's canon to me, him being utterly obsessed. This chap - Caleb masturbating, thinking of reader sexually, fingering, SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION - like just fuck already? - jealousy, hurt feelings, Caleb being SO petty, obsessed reader, mentions of virginity and a lot of fantasies hehe, kinda a slow burn?- 6.5k wc this chap

Comments/Reblogs appreciated if you enjoyy - taglist open <3

<<<Part One - Part Three>>>

Part Two

It's late when you get back, about to storm actually, you hear the thunder in the distance, little fat droplets of rain starting to patter on the windshield as you and your date drive back to your place. He's got a hand on your thigh, smiling and talking, it feels...

Off.

The only person that's touched you aside from a few kisses that you've tried, was Celeb, and his touches were always reserved, the bathroom earlier was the first time you felt him lose that just a bit. The way his hand slipped down your spine, the way he touched your calf and thigh earlier, something had changed.

Was it you who changed, or him though? Did you finally just let the facade fall, the lies you tell yourself so you don't feel horrible for wanting the boy you grew up with? It's swirling in your mind as you try to listen to your date, he's so nice and fun, but you can't find it in you to enjoy it.

You can't be with Caleb - did he even want that, would he ever want that!? The thoughts won't stop even as you shove them back - what you hoped was a childhood crush, admiration of him, you're forced to realize it's never going away. A deep love that borders obsession for him, diaries loaded with things you've always wanted to stay, buried forever.

"You're here, right?" He says, looking at the map on his phone, you smile then, nodding as he unbuckles your seatbelt. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

"I did too!" You take the hand on your thigh, holding it, curious then. Was it the complete lack of trying that caused you not to want anyone else? Were you so closed off you were blinded, closed off for him...

Caleb.

Before you really dive further, he's leaning down, the windshield wipers gently flicking the rain off in streaks as the storm starts to rumble. You remember being so afraid of storms when you were little, always running to Caleb's bed. He had a fort specifically built that the two of you would cuddle in, as he read you stories till you could sleep.

Even now, it's him all in your brain - made worse by his presence, with him being gone a year you could almost try to ignore it, explain it away. But he's full force back, you can smell his scent lingering from his touch on your fucking clothes. Shoving it all back, you lean forward as he cups your face, eyes fluttering shut.

What would it be like to kiss Caleb?

That thought shouldn't be what's in your brain, but it's glaring you right in the face, while the boy's lips press against yours. They're smooth and sweet, his hand entangling in your hair gently, a little sigh that falls into your own mouth. You kiss him back, focusing on the feeling, it feels nice, it feels lovely.

You wonder if this was it, what you needed to forget the person you shouldn't want, when his tongue slips in your mouth, and the kiss gets more heated. He touches your thigh again with his other hand, slipping up slowly, tongue swirling inside your mouth as you pull back for a breath.

"You look so pretty tonight," he says. You blush a bit in the darkness of his car, hearing the rain pick up. You look back to see the curtain of Caleb's room open, when you catch sight it flutters shut.

There's no way he could see like that in the dark, you're paranoid.

"Thank you, I enjoyed it too." You say, biting your lip when he starts kissing across your neck, you exhale at the sensations, his hand dangerously close to toying with the waistband of your panties, when he sucks on your neck. "Ah!"

"Sorry, too much?" He pulls back then, and you look down nervously, touching the spot he'd just gently sucked on.

"I'm sorry just... not experienced."

"Oh, shit I..." He trails off, backing away, and you shake your head, taking his hand again.

"No, it's okay, I also hate storms a bit. So I'm afraid my mind is a little everywhere." Not on the six foot three man towering in his fucking room, the one that had you soaking wet straightening your hair. No way, right?

"You also had that burn," He touches it and frowns. "I got a little carried away."

"You're perfectly fine, I do think I should head in while we get a break from the rain though." He nods and leans forward, kissing your cheek now.

"Can we do this again?" You nod shyly, he grins so big, he's an adorable boy surely, you wish you could feel something, anything, but the need to touch yourself and think of Caleb again.

You hate yourself for it.

"I'd love to. Good night!" You rush once you're running out of his car, the rain starting to fall again heavy as if on cue, you wave when you get to the porch and shake your hair out, fumbling with your bag to get to your keys.

It's pretty late after the movie and dinner, you quietly enter the home, the floorboards creaking just a bit as you walk inside, soppy heels coming off as you shut the door. You take them and set them by the entrance, shivering a bit as the cool air of the house hits your skin over the thin, soaking wet clothes, you feel goosebumps creep up as you set down your clutch.

You quietly walk up the stairs, so familiar, how many times had you and Caleb chased each other up and down these? You smile softly at the memories while your hand glides along the railing, cool under your palm, heading over towards your bedroom then, when you realize Caleb’s door is open. You bite your lower lip, wondering when it became so awkward.

It’s as if you can’t keep yourself under control suddenly, just his scent has you throbbing with need, you hover just by his door, sure he’s asleep, when you peer in the darkness just a bit. You’re dripping softly against the old wooden floorboards, still hopelessly drenched as you peer at his perfectly made bed, frowning a bit.

"Pips, you're gonna catch a cold like this," Caleb's words shock you, jolting in as he sits in the chair by the window seat, reading a book casually in the dark like that’s normal in any way. "You're all wet."

"I... um... yeah. I am." You barely manage to take a breath as he studies you in the doorway, lightning illuminating the room through the window as it flashes, enhancing his silhouette as his eyes dart down your body.

"I'll get ya a towel, dry your hair," he sets down the book, walking towards you, looking at how the thin, drenched material clings to your curves, swallowing a suddenly dry throat at the sight. "And some dry clothes."

"I can myself, Caleb, I'm a grown up you know." His lips turn down in a frown, his eyes unreadable in the night.

"You really don't need me anymore, huh?"

"Caleb no," you touch his arm with your cool fingers, but he takes your hand, laughing softly without humor. "I just meant I can grab a towel and dry my hair. I had to get used to..."

"I get it. I haven't been around, and you grew up." He pats your head, still damp, with a sad little smile that breaks your heart. You don't wanna be so dependent on him, but part of your heart craves him.

"Caleb..." He kisses your forehead with a soft brush of his lips, sighing, wishing he could drag you in his room, feeling your chilled skin under his fingertips.

"Have fun?" You manage a nod. A lie. "Good I'm... glad you're home safe. Then I’ll leave you to get dried up, you’re dripping all over, silly.”

He gently pushes you a bit when you pause, biting your lip and looking at him under your lashes, dripping mascara down your cheeks. “Maybe you could dry my hair for me?”

“You’re spoiled, see,” he laughs softly, shaking his head. “Go get in some dry clothes and I’ll come bring a towel for your hair.”

You smile and run off, he watches your bare feet leaving a little bit of a trail as you run to your room, he first grabs a towel for the floor because you’ve clearly been raised in a barn and want to piss Gran off. After chuckling and shaking his head, he grabs a fluffy towel from the bathroom, walking towards your room that’s across from his, taking a breath.

He raps softly, hearing you beckon him in, and when he walks in your room, you’re wearing one of his old shirts, he pauses at the sight of your nipples pressed against it, as you smile at him. “Ya stealin’ my shirts still?”

“They’re so comfy! I may have a collection at my dorm.” He rolls his eyes, smirking as he shuts the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone, as he walks towards you now, seeing the lighting illuminate your silhouette under the shirt that swallows you, thin and white.

“I see that’s where all my things went, and here I thought you gave ‘em away,” he teases, smiling in that heartbreaking way only he can. You shake your head, and he brushes your damp hair, sighing. “Turn around.”

The soft order brings filthy things to your mind, ones you can’t help but think of, turn around, bend over, arch-

Stop that!

You do as he asks, he sits on the edge of your bed then, so tall that’s how he can dry your hair without hurting his back bending down. You stumble just a bit as you shift your weight on one foot, ending up sitting right on one of his knees, giggling and looking at him in the dark of the night then, the fluffy towel in his hands.

“Sorry, can I just sit here?”

“Sure, pips.” He manages to speak softly, you tilt your head so he can dry your hair thoroughly, while he feels your heat on his thigh, trying his best to control his breathing.

He’s been in battle, he’s been in jets, grueling training, he’s been through every stress test there is, but nothing affects him like being so close to you. Inhaling the scent of your skin, the perfume still lingering despite the rain, mixing in a heady scent with your shampoo. It was as if the rain just enhanced it, the beauty of your skin, the sweetness of your scent, his desire making him ache so badly it hurts.

He pauses as he brushes aside somewhat dried hair now, frowning as he sees the burn on your neck, touching it and making you gasp. “Does it hurt?”

“No, Caleb, it's fine. Promise,” he brushes his fingers across it, then moves the wide neck of his shirt lower, long fingers gripping it harshly as he sees it, letting the damp towel fall to the floor. “Caleb?”

“What’s this?” His words are dark, husky and dangerous, as his violet eyes meet yours before darting back to your neck.

“What, the burn?”

“No, this…” His thumb brushes over it, a clear hickey on your neck, and his other arm wraps around you so tightly you almost can’t breathe, pressed against his big, hard body so close. “What’s this mark on your skin?”

“It’s… um… Caleb, you’re hurting me,” he lets you go, realizing what he’s doing and you exhale in relief, but he’s still got your neck exposed, his eyes boring a fucking hole into your skin. “You know what it is.”

“Do I?” He brushes his thumb across it again, right over a vein in your skin, your pulse racing under his touch, and he feels your cunt heating up more, the jealousy raging through his fucking veins. “Was he fit to touch you?”

Your brows draw together as you gaze at his dark violet storms he calls eyes. “Was he�� huh?”

“Is anyone good enough?”

“Caleb, that's insane,” you go to stand now, right between his legs when you turn, fixing the shirt a bit, and his hands fall, resting on his thighs in fists. “Good enough, what do you mean?”

“Was he good enough to get to touch you?” You shake your head again, he cups your face then, bringing your attention to him. “Is anyone?”

“You’re protective, it’s sweet but…”

He laughs, without humor now. “Protective. Yeah, guess I am.” He tugs at your collar again, swallowing nervously when you whine out softly, the sound almost doing him in.

“I stopped him when he did, it felt a little too fast,” he shouldn’t feel such relief at your words, but that’s exactly what they give him. “I barely know anything, I’m not very um… experienced. Is this too much?”

“We tell each other everything,” his words are soft and wistful, giving you those sweet eyes of his, contradictions of the dark gaze moments ago. “Don’t we? Haven’t we always?”

“I do know when you got your first kiss,” you admit with a teasing smile, as if the thought of him kissing someone doesn’t fill you with envy, eyeing those soft lips of his, so plush you want to touch them, feel them everywhere. “But that’s because I walked by and saw it, hounded you for details.”

“And I know your first kiss,” he is still cupping your face, with his huge hand, the other still tracing your neck as he looks back at that mark. “Only because I caught you and beat him up.”

“You did! That was embarrassing!” You shove playfully at him, he chuckles a little softer now, letting his hands fall, your own rest on his chest, feeling the hard, strong muscles under his shirt. “Caleb…”

“Hmm?”

“How’d you know you wanted to, the first time?” Your words make his stomach clench, his heart pound under your palm. “It’s too much isn’t it? Even we aren’t that close…”

“No, it’s not that,” he looks away, sighing and laughing a bit. God, if you knew he’s a virgin, has hardly done anything? Hasn’t even watched porn because it feels like he’s fucking cheating on you - and it’s not as if anyone could make him hard, when you exist. “Not that at all.”

“I know you’ve probably done a lot more than me, you’re all worldly you know, and the girls fawn over you,” your teasing words make him blush even in the dark, as he clears his throat, hands still in fists, the veins popping out of the backs of them. “I guess I want things to be just right, and they never have been.”

“Things should be perfect the first time, you deserve that. You deserve everything you know.”

“Caleb you go on too much sometimes, I’m just a girl.”

“Just a girl, huh…” you nod as he stands then, towering over you, making your head tilt back to look up at him, far, far too close, your hand now touching his hard abdomen instead. “What do you want to know?”

“What do guys like? I don’t wanna mess it all up.”

“You thinkin’ about it?” He tries to keep his voice calm, not show the edge to his words.

“Not now, but one day I’m sure. I can’t be a virgin forever,” the words fall out, and you look down shyly. “You’re the closest person to me, I guess you get to know.”

“Why be embarrassed about it? Means you’re picky, that’s a good thing.” He smiles at you, like his heart isn’t breaking right now, and you smile back, nodding a bit.

“I think I’m too picky, you left a hell of an impression. How does anyone live up to Caleb?”

He rolls his eyes and laughs, as you do, hugging him tightly then, his arms wrap gently around you. “I can’t tell you what other men like, aside from stories from the boys.”

“What do they like?”

“Hmm, some like to… be pleased, some like to please, the stories vary, and I think a lot of them are lyin’. I doubt they’re going that many rounds.” You laugh again, as he brushes his hand up and down your back, feeling your soft breasts against him.

“What do you prefer?” Your words make his heart pound, as he imagines exactly everything he’s always wanted to do with you, you lean back and bite your lower lip, eyes lowering. “Sorry, too personal?”

“What do I prefer,” he sighs now, as he only knows what he wants to do with you. You look up curiously, ever trusting, when his hand slips up to brush a bit of your hair off your brow, caressing your jaw line and watching your lips part. “To have whoever I’m with cumming so hard she can’t think.”

You gasp at that, at how he looks at you then, leaning low and tilting your chin up, and your hair falls against your back, your arms still around his waist. “Oh?”

You can barely manage to speak, and he nods just a little bit. “Till she’s a mess for me, beggin’ me to stop, but even then I can’t, not until I’ve lapped up every bit of the mess she’s making.” You barely bite back a moan, filthy images like that fucking dream filling your mind, when his lips are a breath away.

“You don’t want um… her to please you?” You barely manage a fucking sentence, dying to kiss him, knowing how fucking wrong it is.

You can’t, you can’t, you can’t.

You’re furious anyone got this side of him, stupid and jealous over picturing him pleasing anyone, ever, hands gripping his shirt tightly, the material wrinkling in your tight hold as he brushes a thumb across your chin. “I don’t need it, the pleasure I get is from making her cum till she faints, watching her face as her eyes roll back, that alone would have me more than pleased.”

Your little whine you let out is too much, Caleb can hardly breathe when he hears it, when he rests his forehead, bent down, holding you in his embrace. “Whoever got that from Caleb, they’re very lucky.”

“Are they, pips?” You nod, swallowing when you hear a clap of thunder, loud now, burying your face against his chest, hiding your overheated face. “You still scared of storms, thought you were grown up now?”

“Oh… you love to pick on me,” you pull back, disentangling yourself, your entire body on fire as you take his hand, plastering on a bright smile. “Go to bed, we have a pool party tomorrow.”

“A what now?” He frowns and you giggle.

“Yes, a bunch of all our friends are throwing one, you’re coming. Let the girls fawn over you.”

“Uh huh, you can’t even swim.”

“I’ll stay in the shallow end! Plus, you’ll be there to save me.” You smile sweetly, and he sighs.

“I’ll always be there.” His words mean too much, when he kisses your head gently, inhaling your scent. “Get some sleep then.”

“Good night Caleb. Love you.” His heart aches, wishing it fucking meant more than that, than a best friend, whatever the fuck you two were.

The way he means it is not the same. “Love you, Pips, sweet dreams.”

He walks out and gently shuts your door, you let out a ragged breath, hand over your racing heart, as he leans his head against your door, palm over it, struggling to compose himself.

He can’t stop himself from jerking his cock as soon as he gets in his room, he barely makes it inside, releasing his thick, veiny length that smacks his belly button, smearing precum on his shirt as it slaps, leaking from his pretty pink tip. He exhales in relief, before crying out, his long lashes fluttering shut, seeing you behind his eyes.

He can't stop himself from picturing doing exactly what he told you - having you cum till you pass out. Fuck he’d keep licking you after, have you cum in your sleep - drink the juices he tasted on his tongue earlier, as you tugged his head even closer. God would you use him like he wishes you would?

God, if you’d suffocate him with those? He’s picturing them on either side of his head, would you ride his face? He spits down on his cock as he leans back against the door, groaning softly at the thoughts, his eyes shutting as he strokes himself, maybe he would while you suffocated him with your cunt, drown him in all that fucking wetness just pouring.

Caleb murmurs your name as he strokes his cock, from the base to the tip, whining out from the images racing through his mind of you - you and only you - how could there be anything else? The only girl he can ever picture sinking his long, thick cock deep inside, watching the bulge of your tummy as he fills you, so big in comparison.

He’s closer, closer to cumming, the release just on the brink as he pinches his tip and gasps out, remembering your scent, your heat on him - he shouldn’t be doing this when you’re in the room across from him. He should feel bad, but he can’t, not when he’s about to cum, picturing filling up your cunt, so much your tummy would just bloat with all the loads he’d put in you.

Caleb should feel bad for wanting you, for cumming now, white hot ropes filling all over his hand, making it a sticky mess as his head rests against the door of his room, knowing you’re over there is pure fucking torture. Knowing he can never say it, all he fucking feels, it’s a cruel joke, to wonder what you’re doing over there, to wonder how you look when you cum, how you’d look taking him.

He hastily cleans up, hands shaking as he does. Later, he's swiping a hand across his face as he lays in his bed, grimacing at his thoughts, not realizing you’re circling your clit with your little fingers in the room across from him, picturing him on top of you. If he knew that, he wouldn’t be able to handle it, as you scream into your palm under your blankets, picturing the boy you grew up with cumming inside you.

*****

Seeing you in a fucking bikini is fresh torture.

His cock was rubbed raw by thoughts of you, now you bounce out in a too small bikini, smiling a bit nervously. “I had to dig up a high school one, ugh! I think it doesn’t fit me anymore.”

No, it barely covers your pretty breasts, that are bouncing as you shift just so, every movement making him more tempted to fucking grab you. A mix of wanting to keep you hidden, no one should see your body but him, and another part of him wants to rip it off you, bend you over that kitchen table you’re leaning against, fuck into you until you forget about anything.

Anything, anyone, just you and him - why can’t you have your own little fucking world away, far away. He has enough money, he could make it happen. You don't know about his promotion yet, where it will lead him, how badly he wants you to come live with him, be taken care of. Never work a day in your pretty little life, maybe just have his babies.

Fuck.

You're talking but he isn't focused, instead picturing breeding you, god how sexy you'd be round with him. You'd stay with him forever, be a part of him forever, he'd never have to let you go, ever again.

“Caleb, do you?” He looks at you quietly, you feel his gaze dart to your breasts for a moment before they slide right back up to your eyes.

“Do I what, I'm sorry, I'm still kinda tired,” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck. “What did you say honey?”

“Daydreaming, huh?” You tease, playfully pressing on his shoulder. He smiles, a little turn of lips slightly chapped from the weather, holding your hand then. “I said do you think I should go buy another?”

“You look fine, it's not… it's a little small but…”

“The freshman fifteen strikes!” He shakes his head at you and rolls his eyes.

“No, you're a woman now, you were just a kid when you wore that.” The way he says it makes you heat up-

Does he see you as a woman now - and not the little girl he is so set on protecting, keeping just that, little forever?

“Are you going with her, Caleb?” Gran asks, walking in and gesturing. “You're not in swim trunks!”

“I didn't bring any, and my old ones I can't find anywhere.”

“Then let's both get bathing suits, this isn't working is it Gran.”

She laughs. “I mean, it's a little outdated I guess. While you two are out will you get a few things for me?”

“Of course, Gran.” She's giving you two a list, you slip on some jean shorts and Caleb offers you one of his button downs to cover up a bit, as your nipples threaten to just spill. “I'll drive!”

“Absolutely not.” You glare at him, earning his chuckle. God you're adorable when you do that, how your nose scrunched up. “I'll have a heart attack driving with you.”

“I'm not even that bad at it. I'll have you know I'm licensed now.” You tilt your chin up, but he takes out his own keys, jingling them high. “Hey!”

“Nuh uh, I drive. That's terrifying you're on the road.”

“Oh whatever!” You stick your tongue out, and soon the two of you are driving down the busy streets, he stops over at the mall the two of you grew up spending time in. “I wonder if it's changed?”

“Everything changes, pips,” you frown a bit at that, in his ominous, soft tone. “C’mon, let's get to picking something out.”

Caleb picks out a pair of purple and orange trunks in about two seconds, but suddenly everything you try on just doesn't look good enough. You're analyzing every part of yourself to death - what type of woman does Caleb like? Did he have a type? Were you close to it, or the opposite?

What did it matter?

“We're gonna be late for your own party if you don't at least choose something,” he says outside the dressing room, rapping at the door. You sigh now, opening it, as he takes in the simple black bikini, momentarily stunned.

“I can't figure this buckle out. But this is the only one I think looks okay.” He frowns then, stepping inside the dressing room, right behind you, looking at the delicate curve of your spine, finding the silver buckle in the back of the top.

“You look amazing, you always do in anything,” you look down nervously, feeling goosebumps raise where his fingers slide up, fixing the straps gently. “Hey. Look at me.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, a boy you've always been so comfortable with, now you can't help but wonder what he thinks of your body. In ways you shouldn't think. It should be easy, the closest person to you in here, but his gaze in the mirror is too much, his big hands slipping down your bare arms.

“You're worried about how you look? That's not like you,” he murmurs, stepping closer and holding that eye contact in your reflection. You feel your body heat up at his nearness, breasts rising and falling. “That boyfriend's gonna be there? Is that your worry?”

You swallow, nodding, a lie.

You always lie to avoid the truth, it's Caleb's eyes and attention you crave. You always have.

“He'd only be so lucky to even see you,” he leans his chin down, two hands slipping across your waist, you bite back a moan. “You're beautiful.”

“Caleb,” you turn your head, breaths coming quicker, eyes locking as he delicately holds your chin. “Do you say that because you love me so much?”

“You think it's to be nice?” He laughs, that short sound with no humor, exhaling and tugging you closer.

“You're always too nice to me, you always have been.” He shakes his head, noses brushing just barely, the quiet dressing room so small then it feels like it's closing in on you.

It's just you and Caleb.

“I mean every word I say to you, you're beautiful in anything. Don't worry about what he thinks or anyone else, know what I think.” You turn to him then, making him tense as you press him against the wall, and his hands come to grip your waist, hugging him tightly. “You worry too much.”

“You always make me feel beautiful,” he runs his hands through your hair, ache deep in his body. He knows one more moment and he's going to lose control.

He can't ever.

“Let's buy this one,” he says softly, you nod, smiling up at him so pretty then. “Good, I'll buy it for you.”

He takes off the tag, and before you can protest he's out of the room. Leaving you trembling, wetness slipping out though you're trying to hold it back. You touch the cool glass of the mirror, leaning forward and seeing the faint mark of last night, next to Caleb's burn.

You wish he marked you everywhere.

*****

Watching you giggle and laugh with your friends brought Caleb back, they all came and asked him a million questions, they all have crushes on him, but they’re sweet to you. They’re so happy to catch up, as are some of Caleb’s old friends from high school and college, it feels nearly perfect, aside from the fact that he can’t do what he wants.

Hold your hand in public, kiss you in front of them all.

Seeing couples all around, seeing that boy from last night who Caleb would love to launch in the fucking pool and kill for leaving a mark on you, it all sinks in, as it does for you when you see so many gathered around him. Girls listen to his every word, as he blushes a bit under the attention, brushing back his dark brown locks, wet from the pool.

He catches your gaze across the other side of the long, rectangular pool, seeing you sitting next to the boy, your legs in the water. He sees his hand on your thigh and thinks of cutting it the fuck off, as you look at a girl touching his bare shoulder, whispering something in his ear, making you want to yank her off him.

But neither of you can, and shouldn’t want it, any of it.

In the pool later, you’re on Caleb’s back like a little monkey, he can’t stop laughing at the memories, when he walks you to the deep end. You cling tighter to his neck, thighs pressing on either side, and he feels it, that heat again, since he’s been back every time you’re near him he does. He knows what it means, but he’s terrified to act on his instincts.

Instincts to fill your pussy up with his fingers, the ones that press into your thighs, your lips are so close to his neck as you giggle. “I’m scared, it’s too deep!”

“Nah, I’ve got you pipsqueak, relax.” He says softly, you tense even more, earning another laugh of his, as you hear your friends talking.

He loves her like a little sister.

He’s so sweet to her!

They’re so close, he’s such a good stepbrother.

Even after all these years!

You both tense as you hear it, the words stabbing both of your hearts, while you suffer in silence.

“A little sister,” you repeat softly, he turns his head, but you hide your face now. “Is that how you see me, Caleb?”

“I… you… we…” he trails off then, breaths coming too quick, fumbling what he wants to say, unsure if he ever should let that secret go. “How do you want me to see you?”

“I just want to be seen by you,” your words break him, as you tug off, clearing your throat. “I want to go home.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You step up those pool stairs, giving him a perfect view of your ass, the curves of your body, he sees other eyes on you, especially that boy, who walks up to you now. His fists clench at his sides as you smile and speak for a bit, toweling off, and when he has the audacity to kiss your cheek Caleb almost does commit murder.

He’s furious when the two of you get back in the car, silently fuming and raging, you’re all wrapped up in a towel as he is, both dripping along the leather seats of Caleb’s car, while his hands grip the wheel tightly, and his jaw his set. You see a vein bulging from it, as you look at him, while he starts the car, a gentle hum, you go to put on your favorite song, but he pauses it.

“What’s up, Caleb? Didn’t have fun?” You ask softly, and he scoffs, glaring at you now, the cool air from the vents making your nipples perk up in the slick black material of your top, drawing him in with every breath.

“Fun, no. I didn’t have fun.”

“Not even with everyone all over you?”

“What!?” He glares, the sweet Caleb you know is gone in this moment, he’s just a gorgeous fucking man, a furious man, leaning over you so big and broad, one huge hand cupping your face, your breath catches as he leans low. “Ya mad they did?”

“No!” He scowls now, ever closer, as your hand slips up his perfect, chiseled torso, still gleaming from the pool, eyeing his chest to avoid his knowing gaze.

“Did you like getting attention from him?” He touches that mark again, you bite your lower lip, nodding.

Another lie.

“So much that you’re burning here?” He cups you right over your bikini then, you gasp at it, eyes fluttering shut at how good it feels, his thumb pressing the slick heat over your clit. “Always so hot, is it him? Thinking of him?”

“How do you… notice it’s… hot?” you manage a little glare, and his own deepens, as you taste his minty breath, his other hand entangled in the wet locks of your hair.

“How can I not notice how hot it always is? How wet it’s been,” you whine out as he slips his fingers into your waist band, tummy tensing with need, your hand entangling in his hair now, earning his soft moan. “It’s soaking wet, isn’t it? Do you need me to help you?”

You nod weakly, and he moans louder, right in a car in front of a fucking party, anyone could see his hand between your legs, how close you two were to kissing. “I need you, Caleb.”

“Are you wet for him, pips?” He whispers, your thighs tremble as he finally touches your cunt for the first time, fingers finding your hot, pouring wetness, your head falls back and he eyes that mark. “Answer me, now.”

“Can’t,” your whisper is met with the squishing of your wet, soppy cunt as Caleb quickly finds your clit, he’s never even touched a pussy but the moment he brushes it and feels it twitching under his rough fingertip, he presses more. He kisses the burn he left, causing a sweet pain, as he rolls his finger. “Caleb, please,”

“Please what? Can’t tell me why you’re like this? Is it his kisses here?” He goes to that spot now, biting it hard, making you cry out at the pain. “If I marked you, it wouldn’t be a little pathetic one like this, no I’d leave so many bruises that would last for days, weeks.”

“Caleb! Ah!” He’s going in quicker circles, biting your skin and sucking, so hard you’re crying at how good it feels, your cunt is gushing, throbbing around nothing, aching to be filled. “Please…”

“Mmm,” he moans so sexy in your ear, dying to fuck this perfect pussy, so wet he never could have imagined, watching the purple and red form from his suction, looking at his teeth marks. “Answer me, what’s it from? Your slutty little pussy all soaking wet, huh?”

“I… you… Caleb…” the way he’s acting, talking, the insane look in his eyes, it’s so much you can’t speak - terrified to say the words.

You want him, only him, ever him.

He drags himself away, right before you cum, you’re shaking then, when he tugs your bikini bottoms, eyeing your beautiful cunt to commit it to memory, your beautiful face, lips parted, eyes dilated. You end him just fucking existing, all the need about to explode, when he knows he can’t.

What would gran say, what would people say, if he fucks the girl everyone thinks he sees as a fucking ‘little sister’ and not the woman he wants to marry, to breed, to keep pregnant and locked in his house. He drags his fingers to his lips, sucking you off them in one move, as you watch, shaking in his hold, and he slips the rest of your sweetness along your own lips.

“Can’t answer, then I can’t help you.” You gasp as he pulls back, like it’s fucking no big deal he just touched your clit, like his lips aren’t glistening with you. “Seatbelt up, Pips, gotta be safe.”

Safe, safe!?

The drive home is quiet, it’s too fucking quiet, the tension so palpable you can hardly breathe until you step outside. You rush in the house, making some lame excuse that you’ve had too much sun, internally losing it inside. What was that, what was it, him touching you there!? Him sucking you off him? Knowing you’ve been wet for him, leaving you throbbing.

You’re furious as you lay there later in tears, ignoring the soft knocks from him on your door, ignoring the texts he keeps sending to your phone. You’re confused, hurt and aching, throwing the blankets over your face, as he desires nothing more than to tell you how much he loves you. How he’s sorry that he acted that way, but how could he not be furious, jealous?

If you were wet it needed to be from him.

He had the chance, he finally felt you, tasted you, almost kissed you, only to let the jealousy ruin it - but there is no other way for Caleb. He needs you to be his, and only his, it’s why he’s ran off every boyfriend you’ve ever fucking had, it’s why he almost killed that boy today for coming near you, it’s why you now have a bruise forming on your neck.

It’s uncontrollable, his need, endless.

How does Caleb live in a world where you’re not his?

If they don't fuck imma crash out aha they're killing me

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heartmix · 2 months ago

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Private Screening - MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warning: Max being oblivious, mention of sad reader

Summary: You really wanted to go to the private screening of the F1 movie, but Max doesn't want to

A/N: messy and all over the place

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

To say you loved movies was an understatement. At any free moment, there was bound to be a movie on. Which is why when they announced they were making a movie about F1 with the same director as Top Gun: Maverick, you were beyond excited.

The chance to watch them film during the season and also meet the actors made you giddy. Your excitement was more than all the drivers combined, which was hardly any, considering they honestly couldn't have cared less about it.

Max was one of those who wanted to stay away from the movie. If he had the chance to decline partaking in it, he would have dropped it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for him, his job forced him, and even more so, you would not stop talking about it every time a promo dropped.

"Do you think you guys will be invited to the premiere or a private screening?" You asked Max one day while watching yet another trailer drop.

"If we do, I probably won't go," Max said, not even batting an eye. It was off-handed and you knew you shouldn't have made it a big deal, but deep inside, you were a little hurt.

The next week, it seemed like everyone was talking about the private screening of the movie for everyone who worked in F1, even down to the engineers. Knowing Max would decline meant you wouldn't be able to go; you were sulking whenever the topic was brought up.

"What's with the sad face?" Charles asked, seeing your face drop as he and Alexandra were talking about what they were wearing to the premiere next week.

"You're coming right?" Alex inquired, seemingly knowing what was going on, but she wanted you to be the one to say it.

"I wish. Max doesn't want to go, and Red Bull is giving him an out." The fact that your eyes didn't meet theirs, instead focusing on the drink in front of you, was a sign that it bothered you a lot.

"Does he know how excited you are for it? I swear it's all you've been talking about last season."

"He knows, but I don't think he declined the invite to hurt me. He saw an opportunity to get out of going and took it. I know I shouldn't be sad about it, but I'll get over it."

"Come with us," Charles mentioned.

"What?" Your eyes snapped up to his in disbelief, thinking he was playing around. Instead, you found a genuine smile.

"Oh yes! You can hang out with me! It'll be so fun!" Alex exclaimed with a big smile plastered on her face.

"Are you guys sure? I don't want to overstep."

"Trust me. It'll be fine." Charles waved off your concern, not showing a hint of worry.

Leading up to the premiere, you were super happy. No more the gloomy state you were in. Max noticed it, of course, he noticed mostly everything about you. He was curious about the sudden mood change, but didn't chalk it up to anything. Maybe it was just one of those weeks. If it were anything important, he would be the first one you told.

He didn't ask about it until the night before the premiere. He was lounging on the bed with the cats while you were in the walk-in closet trying to find something to wear. Not like you were going to be photographed, but there might be a picture or two that would be circulated. This was a big deal to you, and you wanted to look as good as you were going to feel.

"Schatje, are you almost done? I want to relax and I can't do that without you right here in my arms." He yelled out, borderline whining that you weren't in bed with him.

"Yeah, just give me a few minutes."

"The race isn't for a few more days, you don't need to look for an outfit right now. Plus, in case you didn't know, it's in the city we live in. No need to rush." He tried again, but to no avail, you didn't come to bed.

"Not for the race bubs. It's for tomorrow."

"Going out with the girls?" He wondered, thinking he had forgotten that you mentioned it to him.

"Yeah, you can say that. Alex and Charles invited me to the F1 movie screening." Hearing that, he got off the bed and made his way to the closest, confused. Did he hear you right?

"The what?"

"Remember the private screening for the drivers and crew. Well, since you weren't going, Charles invited me." You shrugged, not making a big deal. It wasn't a big deal anymore, now that you were going.

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to go?"

"Because you said you weren't going to go before I even had the chance. Even so, you know I've been excited for it, of course, I would want to go." You sighed, looking at him standing in the doorway. It was foolish to think he wouldn't find out, but you didn't know he would make something out of it.

"I'm sorry, you get excited for practically every movie. I wasn't thinking." He frowned, pulling you into his arms. You knew he felt bad, but there was nothing to hold against him.

"Don't stress it. I know you don't like media stuff, and you aren't that interested in the movie."

"Let me take you tomorrow." At this, you chuckled at his sudden urge to wanting to go. He was doing this because he felt bad. You didn't want to force him to go if he really didn't want to, and you know he didn't.

"Don't be silly. How often do they let you decline something work-related? Plus, I'm going with Charles and Alex."

"I know you're excited for it, and that's all I need. I'm taking you." The comment came out more as a statement. It was final. He was going to take you no matter how hard you tried to convince him.

"It's the night before, what are you going to tell the team?"

"Im Max Verstappen, 4 time world champion. What are they going to do? Decline me?" He had that famous Max Verstappen smugness in his tone. One that would eat everyone up.

"And your fans say you're humble." You rolled your eyes, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Like it was planned all along, you and Max were making your way up the steps of the theater. Cameras flashed from all around you, but you didn't care about any of that. The only thing you cared about was watching the movie.

"Max! Looks like you made it!" You looked up to the Red Bull social media, Jessica already with a phone fired up in her hand.

"I did." He said with a slight smile, his way of telling her it was okay to film.

"Are you excited to see the movie?" She said, holding up the camera to get it all on record.

"My girls' excited about it, so that means I am too." At this comment, you could feel the heat rise to your face, and you tried to look anywhere but the camera. You felt Max's eyes peering down at you, and from he corner of your eyes, you saw Jessica smirking while filming you. Whether it was the bluntness of Max or the numbers it will do on social media, she loved the comment either way.

"We are glad to have you both." She smiled before ending the video and putting her phone down, thanking you both for the content.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to show up." Charles' voice came in right from behind you guys with Alex on his arm.

"Did she tell you about the situation?" Max groaned, not liking Charles' smug look.

"I knew, I just got the confession out of her." Alex shrugged like it was nothing.

"Well, all that matters is I'm going to have the chance to see the movie a whole month early. Speaking of you guys should hurry up and do press so we can get to the actual movie." You pushed the two drivers away in the direction of where the rest of them were.

"You practically begged me to come, now you're getting rid of me?" Max couldn't help but tease.

With a raised eyebrow, you looked at him in disbelief, "If I remember correctly, you begged me to let you take me."

"Same thing."

"Will you just go? I'll meet you inside." Rolling your eyes yet again, this pulled a laugh out of him.

"Save me a seat?"

"Least I could do." You smiled before he pulled you in for a kiss.

#f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen

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christopherisfoive · 2 months ago

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Bad News, Baby

Han Jisung x Makeup Intern!Reader | Rockstar AU | 18+ | Smut

Summary: You spent the whole tour trying to resist him.

A messy black sports car, a mini skirt, and Han’s filthy mouth later — you never stood a chance.

Slow-burn tension, possessive backseat fucking, sticky fingers, and leather seats. He warned you he was bad news.

Warnings:

18+ only. unprotected sex. fingering. oral fixation (implied) overstimulation. dirty talk. possessive behavior. light manhandling. backseat sex. general filth

a/n: Idk man Jisung is just.....anyway this is not edited so pls forgive my mistakes and you can dm me about them :D love u! Will try to continue requests tomorrow. (try) goodnight :)

Your hand trembled just slightly as you angled the eyeliner pen against Han’s face.

He sat in the makeup chair like he owned it, legs spread wide, denim jacket slipping down his shoulders, messy hair falling into his eyes.

He wasn’t even pretending to behave.

"You're staring," Han said lazily, voice deep and smug, the smirk curling his lips pure trouble.

"Not that I blame you."

You scowled, focusing extra hard on the flick of liner at the corner of his eye.

Professional. You were professional.

You weren’t going to fall for some cocky, gorgeous, tattooed little shit of a rockstar.

"You keep talking," you said, voice carefully even, "I'll make your wings uneven."

Han chuckled low in his throat a rough sound that slid down your spine and pooled low in your stomach.

"Maybe I want 'em messy," he murmured, voice dropping, "like you’ll be after I’m done with you."

You nearly dropped the eyeliner.

Instead, you leaned in closer, letting your breath brush his cheek, a small, stupid act of defiance and whispered.

"You're bad news, rockstar."

Han's eyes gleamed like you’d just handed him a victory.

"Bad news, huh? You think about me being bad a lot?" You jabbed the cap of the pen against his forehead, making him flinch and laugh.

"You’re insufferable."

"And you," he said, grinning wide, "are gonna come crawling to me one day, begging for it." You stepped back, tossed the eyeliner onto the table, and turned away before he could see the heat creeping up your neck.

"Dream on, Han."

His chuckle followed you down the hallway.

"Every night, baby."

You didn’t notice your boss watching until it was too late. The lead makeup artist — a sharp-eyed woman who had already warned you once about getting "too friendly" with the talent gave Han a pointed look from across the room.

“Han,” she said loudly, arms crossed. “Leave her alone, would you? Some of us are actually trying to work.”

You froze, mortified. Han just smirked wider, tilting his head like he was innocent.

“Just making conversation,” he said, all fake sweetness.

“Save it for after the show,” your boss snapped.

“And stop distracting her.”

Han caught your eye as he slouched off toward the stage door, mouth curling into a wicked little smile meant only for you. Distracting you was the whole point.

And you were already losing.

The final night of tour.

The venue was packed, the energy insane. You were doing your best to stay invisible, fixing smudges, running around, pretending not to notice Han watching you from across the backstage area.

At the afterparty, you tucked yourself into a corner, pretending to reorganize the nearby table of drinks, the hem of your black mini skirt riding dangerously high when you moved, showing off the soft curve of your thighs. Your tight ribbed tank top hugged your waist, just visible under an oversized jacket slipping off one shoulder.

You weren't trying to look good. You just did.

Han saw you immediately and the second he did, his mouth curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. You didn’t hear him approach until he was already pressed up behind you, body heat sinking into your skin. His hand braced on the table beside yours, caging you in.

"You gonna keep running, makeup girl?" he murmured, voice dark and low against your ear.

You stiffened, gripping the table until your fingers hurt.

"You're drunk," you muttered.

Han chuckled, that rough, dangerous sound.

"Drunk on you, maybe."

You opened your mouth to snap at him but he grabbed your hand instead, fingers wrapping tight around yours.

"Come on," he said, voice thick with something wild and reckless."Let’s get out of here."

Before you could process it, he was dragging you through the crowd — weaving between bodies, yanking you toward the service exit at the back of the venue.

The heavy door slammed behind you with a metallic clang, cutting off the roar of the party.

You stumbled into the humid night air, heart hammering, adrenaline buzzing through your veins. Han didn’t slow down. He pulled you across the cracked pavement of the staff parking lot toward a black sports car gleaming under the streetlights, dusty from too many late nights and fast drives.

His car.

He yanked the door open without a word, shoving you into the backseat, the leather hot against your bare thighs. Then he was climbing in after you and slamming the door, sealing you both inside.

The world blurred away.

It was just the two of you now in the dark, the heat, the thud of your racing hearts.

"No more running," Han said, voice wrecked and raw.

And then he was on you.

You barely had time to gasp before Han’s mouth crashed into yours, rough, desperate, tongue pushing deep, hands everywhere. The car smelled like leather and sweat and smoke and him, thick and heady and suffocating and you drank it in like you were starving. Han shoved you flat across the backseat, his body pressing you down, grinding between your open thighs.

“You’re mine,” he growled against your mouth, voice shaking. “You fucking hear me? Mine.”

You whimpered, clawing at his shirt, heart pounding so hard you thought it might tear through your ribs. He pulled back just enough to look down at you. Messy hair, kiss-swollen lips, chest heaving and smirked. His hands dragged down your thighs. Rough palms against bare skin.

“Knew you were hiding this pretty little skirt under that jacket,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. “You wore this for me, didn’t you, baby?”

You shook your head frantically, but your body betrayed you, hips arching up into his touch. Han grinned wider. He looked wicked, cocky and shoved your skirt up around your waist, exposing the thin scrap of panties underneath. He hooked two fingers into the waistband and dragged them down slow. Knuckles brushing over your soaked folds, making you gasp.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “Fucking dripping for me.”

He dropped your panties onto the car floor and spread your thighs wide, hands gripping hard enough to bruise. Without warning, he shoved two fingers deep inside you. You sobbed, high and broken, back arching off the seat.

“So needy,” Han muttered, curling his fingers to press right against that sweet, aching spot inside you.

The wet, slick sound of him fingerfucking you filled the car — obscene, messy, desperate. You whined, hips jerking helplessly.

“You hear that?” he rasped against your neck. “That’s you, sweetheart. So fucking desperate for my cock.”

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. When he finally pulled his fingers out, you whimpered. The sudden emptiness unbearable. Han unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock was thick, flushed, leaking and grabbed your hips roughly.

“You gonna take it?” he whispered, voice shaking with how bad he wanted it. “You gonna let me fuck you until you can't even remember your name?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide and tear-filled. He didn’t wait. Han slammed into you in one brutal thrust, punching a scream from your throat. The stretch was overwhelming and brutal, perfect, too much. He didn’t give you time to adjust, just set a hard, punishing rhythm, fucking you so deep the car rocked with every savage thrust.

“So tight,” Han panted, teeth scraping your neck. “Made for me.”

You sobbed, hands clawing at the leather, hips jerking helplessly.

At some point, Han slid his hand down your body, pressing hard against your lower stomach.

You felt it. The thick, brutal drag of his cock moving inside you, stretching you open.

“Feel that?” he growled. “Feel how deep I am?”

You nodded desperately, tears spilling over, thighs trembling.

He grunted, grinding harder ,making sure you felt every thick inch and your mind completely shattered.

The pressure built fast , dizzying, unbearable.

Han’s hand found your clit, rough and messy, dragging you over the edge.

“Cum for me,” he growled against your lips. “Wanna feel you fall apart.”

You shattered , your orgasm ripping through you so hard you screamed, nails clawing at his shoulders, cunt clenching down around his cock.

Han cursed, fucking you through it ,and then he was groaning deep in his chest, slamming deep as he spilled inside you.

Hot. Endless. Overwhelming.

You whimpered at the stretch, the heat, the dizzying fullness.

Han stayed inside you for a moment ,grinding lazily, making you feel every filthy, sticky inch.

When he finally pulled out, it was slow , dragging himself out inch by messy inch, until you were gasping, leaking all over the leather.

Instead of stopping, he rubbed his cock lazily against your bare, dripping folds , spreading the mess everywhere, making you twitch and sob from overstimulation.

“Such a good little mess,” Han muttered, watching you with dark, hungry eyes.

He pressed two fingers against your swollen pussy, spreading you open, just enough to see his cum leaking out.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Prettiest thing I've ever seen.”

You shoved at him weakly, cheeks burning, but he just grinned and leaned in for one more filthy, claiming kiss.

“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he whispered against your mouth. “And you fucking love it.”

And you did.

God help you, you did.

You were still catching your breath, trembling and dazed, when Han finally leaned back. The wild look in his eyes had softened, his thumb gently brushing your cheek, wiping away the tear tracks neither of you had noticed before.

He let out a shaky breath, the adrenaline fading, and leaned his forehead against yours.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

You nodded slowly, eyes still glassy. Your voice was too wrecked to speak yet.

He kissed your temple, not hungry or rough this time, just soft, grounding. Then he reached back behind the seat, pulling out the hoodie he always threw in his car and wrapping it gently around your shoulders.

"C’mere," he whispered, helping you sit up, guiding your body carefully into his lap as he stayed stretched across the seat. One of his hands rested against your back. The other stayed at your waist, thumb stroking slowly, gently.

No teasing. No smirk. Just Han, quiet and warm and holding you like you meant something.

Like he didn’t want to let go.

He murmured something into your hair — soft and low, too quiet to catch — but the way he held you a little tighter after said more than words ever could.

When your breathing finally evened out, you shifted in his lap slightly, trying to look at him. He brushed your hair back with a tenderness that caught you off guard.

“You were so good for me,” he said, voice low and real. “So fucking perfect.”

You felt your throat tighten again. He smiled at you — not the cocky smirk, not the tease — just a small, sincere curve of his lips like he was still trying to believe it happened.

And when you leaned into his chest, letting your weight sink into him, Han wrapped both arms around you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

He helped you climb off him carefully, guiding your shaky legs and holding onto your waist as you both adjusted yourselves in silence. When you winced softly, he muttered an apology under his breath and kissed your shoulder, then reached for his hoodie and slipped it over your head.

The air outside the car was cooler now, and Han didn’t say a word as he opened the door and helped you into the passenger seat up front. He tossed the hoodie’s sleeves over your bare thighs before shutting the door and sliding behind the wheel.

The engine rumbled to life, but he didn’t drive yet.

“You sure you're okay?” he asked again, glancing at you, softer this time.

You nodded slowly, eyes still glassy.

He leaned over, brushing your hair from your face. “Still think I’m bad news?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Absolutely.”

But this time, you were smiling — and so was he.

As he pulled out of the lot, one of his hands found yours between the seats and didn’t let go.

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sevsgiirl · 4 months ago

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Omg okay I can't stop thinking about needy lovesick Sevika with a younger femme partner (you can totally do a continuation of the fic you wrote) so what if, she's a little needy&insecure for their age gap? That her girl gets bored/annoyed with her? (She doesn't have this type of thoughts all the time, but the seeds of doubts grows when she hears other people talk, not directly about her and reader, but in general but it does linger when others points out how different they are) or in her own way, she start craving more compliments, affections from her but dunno how to do it and at the same time she's trying to gauce if her girl still likes her (she does!!) yet just the thoughts/doubts hurts Sevika like so bad, because she would do anything for her darling, what she has to do to make her girl still love her and not leave her?

— sevika with a younger partner and feeling insecure

synopsis: sevika doesn’t have a type. whether they’re older or younger, just as long as they could keep up with her that’s all mattered. but ever since you two started dating, she starts to wonder if she’s the one who could keep up with you and how deep down, it scares her that you might find a problem with it eventually.

note: I just had to post this before going to sleep because the idea is too good. I love the way your brain works and again, thank you for sending in the req <3 love you and I hope you like this.

you were a beacon of light in the cesspool of chaos that is sevika’s life.

to this day, she still doesn’t understand how you and her got into a relationship but here you are now, going strong for almost a year and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you two rarely get into arguments, when you did she never hesitates to reach out and fix the situation right away because she can’t stand being on bad terms with you for long.

you two are on the same mental wavelength, which sevika appreciates given how you’re a lot younger than her. she’s in her 40s and you were in 20s, but sometimes she forgets because conversations always run smoothly between you two.

but just because she forgets that doesn’t mean other people fail to bring it up.

when you started dating, it was a bit difficult given how it wasn’t received well by a lot of her peers. not that they judged her for it because they could never unless they wanted to have their face busted in. but it was the occasional remarks that had a hint of judgement in them that made sevika uncomfortable.

things such as “she’s a bit young, isn’t she? you better keep an eye on her especially because you’re always at work. it’s hard being in a relationship with someone who’s at a different stage in life as you.”

both of you had jobs but her work compared to yours was hectic. you work as a waitress at jericho’s meanwhile sevika is paid to get her hands dirty for silco. the job was tedious and draining and sometimes she comes home, tired to the bone that she could barely catch up with you. which she feels immensely guilty for.

you’ve reassured her that it isn’t a big deal and that you understand her status in zaun is far more important than yours. you’ve always acknowledged sevika’s role in the under city and why she was feared by many, that’s what attracted you to her in the first place. she was loyal, devoted and her endurance was insane.

but still, despite how sevika’s job is her number one priority, it still doesn’t slip her mind that she may accidentally neglect you and your needs without her knowing.

and she knows it takes a toll on you too, you just don’t want to bring it up because you respect her too much. and she was right because when she came home early one night you weren’t there, and it was almost midnight when you finally returned and you were shocked to see sevika sitting on your couch waiting for you. usually she’d be back around 2-3am.

“hey, you didn’t tell me silco would let you off the hook early,” you said but your words became background noise because she was too focused on your appearance. you were dressed up and from where she sat she could tell you’ve had a lot to drink.

it’s not that it upset sevika you went out, you could do whatever you want but it saddens her that you didn’t even go out of your way to tell her about it assuming she’d be coming home late. is this what you do when she’s not here? go out with your friends and have fun? it’s not that she expects you to wait for her in your apartment all day while she’s away for work.

still, the thought bothers her as she wonders what you must’ve been up to while she was gone. she tries to set the thought aside, not wanting to think bad of you because she knows you’d never go against her back. but certain thoughts crept up at the back of her mind. did you meet someone while you were out? were you offered drinks? did someone invite you out to dance?

“sev, baby, you there?” she didn’t even realize she zoned out until she felt you cupping her cheek “are you tired? you shouldn’t have stayed up for me.”

she shook her head “it’s alright. but yeah, silco let me off early and I wanted to surprise you.”

your shoulders sagged “I’m sorry. I assumed you’d come home late again so I decided to just go out with friends. had I known I would’ve waited so we can stay in and cuddle.”

despite your flattery words, the only thing that stuck to sevika was you implying she’d be late again. you didn’t mean it maliciously, there was no bitterness in your tone but instead there was just… acceptance. which frustrated her because people were right.

perhaps being at different stages in life does this. you needed a partner who you can home to and have fun with but instead you got her who’s always late, is already asleep when you probably want to stay up and have sex at night. she would force herself to push through just for you but she isn’t getting any younger and it shows.

maybe it’s because others have planted it in her head that you two are just far too different that’s why she’s overthinking like this, but it’s becoming more and more evident that they were right and if she doesn’t find a way to fix this, god knows before you start seeing the cracks and the dents as well.

and so in the following day she asked silco if she could cut off her usual hours at work to get back home early. at least for a few weeks and silco was shocked for a second because if there was anyone who’s extremely dedicated to their job, it’s her.

but it’s because of that he deliberates on the request “very well,” he answered “but if the matters are urgent I expect you to come in either way,”

well, it’s better than nothing, sevika thought. what matters is she’ll try to find some time to spend the following weeks with you and to hopefully regain the spark in your relationship.

not that she’s saying it’s lost but she’s scared it will. because if her days don’t consist of work, she’s either at the bar playing cards to blow off some steam, which isn’t exactly a productive way of spending one’s time.

unlike you, you have tons of friends who you go out with at clubs and sevika just doesn’t want to think about all the people you meet there, who are probably the same age as you, and have wanted to ask you out but you turned them down because of her.

meanwhile, she’s here and she can’t even keep you happy like how you deserve.

it eats her up alive that’s why as soon as she comes back from work a lot earlier than usual, she immediately engulfs you in a back hug when she sees you cooking in the kitchen.

you gasped, not expecting her “sev, you’re home.” you were surprised as you turned around “did something happen?”

she shook her head, smiling “no sweetheart, silco just let me off early again. plus I’ve been meaning to spend more time with my girl…”

you still weren’t used to the disruption of the routine, because she’s normally away at these hours, but you weren’t complaining.

and with that, you spent most of the evening cooking and catching up with each other. you didn’t miss the way sevika followed you around the house like a lost puppy when you started cleaning up to get ready for bed.

you raised an eyebrow when she wrapped her arms around your waist while you were washing the dishes, noticing how she’s awfully more needy than usual.

“baby, go rest. you just got back home from work.” you giggled and she just shook her head.

“I just want to spend more time with you. I feel like I haven’t been the best partner.”

that halted you in your tracks and you angled your head so you can face her “baby, what makes you think that?” your eyebrows were furrowed and she just held you tighter.

she lets out a breath, tired and awfully nervous about vocalizing her doubts. what if once she points it out you start seeing the red flags too? and then these affectionate gestures just won’t be enough? what then?

“I know with my job and the responsibilities I have, I haven’t been able to fulfill your needs. you have so much ahead of you and I’m always at work and I just don’t want to make it seem like I’m wasting your time.” she said and you just stood there, letting her words sink in.

“you’re young and you could be with someone whose head isn’t always stuck in a bunch of paperwork or is running around the lanes doing silco’s dirty work.” her jaw clenched and she starts to wonder if admitting to all of this was a good idea.

“I’m sorry, princess. I just don’t want to bore you by leaving you here at home all by yourself…”

you immediately swiveled around in her arms and took her face in your hands.

“sev, look at me.” you said, your voice stern “I could give less than two fucks about people my age. you think when I got into a relationship with you I didn’t know what I was signing myself up for? of course I did and I don’t regret any of it. I know you have responsibilities and I accepted all of your duties the moment you became mine.”

“I could never be bored of you, baby.” you told her, thumb caressing her cheek “you don’t treat me any differently because of my age so why should I? I love it that you’re so hard at work and that you provide for me. the fact my salary at jericho’s isn’t even enough to pay half of our rent but you don’t mind because you provide for us both, why would I find that boring? that’s fucking sexy.”

she couldn’t help but let out a snort “oh, so what you’re saying is that you’re staying with me because I’m basically your sugar mommy?”

you grinned “amongst other things,” you said before capturing her lips with your own.

the kiss was hot, heavy and slow as sevika gripped your hips and pulled you against her. pushing her knee up and sliding it across your thighs and she started rubbing against your clothed cunt, making you whimper.

“so you’re not bored of me? or mad?” she asked as she pulled away to look at you.

you rolled your eyes “you could be 23 or 75 for all I care and I still wouldn’t get bored of you.”

your finger drew circles around her chest as you fluttered your eyes up at her “plus you fuck me like you’re 23 anyway, so I don’t see why I would look for someone my age.”

she couldn’t help but laugh, swooping you up in her arms and you circled your legs around her waist as she walked you to your bedroom “god, you’re such a handful.” she said.

you smirked “but you love it.”

#sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #arcane #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #drabble #sevika drabble #req #dividers by ithemes

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rumisgf · 1 year ago

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❝ THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES ! ❞ ╰┈➤ MHA EDITION

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: shoto todoroki, kirishima eijirou, hitoshi shinsou, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, sero hanta

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: suggestive? ig lmao, mentions of marijuana/drug usage

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

✮ helps you do your skincare and looks at your face so focused as he rubs aquaphor/vaseline on your skin

✮ holds you by the waist while walking across the street

✮ just something about the way he says “c’mere.” man

✮ will fight people to sit next to you when y’all go out to eat with friends

✮ when he’s stopping you from going somewhere or doing something stupid he forces you into a hug, burying your face into his chest as he restrains you

✮ wipes food off the corner of your mouth and eye crust off the corner of your eyes

✮ lifts you up off the ground and throws you over his shoulder with ease

✮ kisses your hands from your fingertips to your palms

✮ gives you rides to places y’all get invited to even if he’s not going because he wants you to be safe

✮ adjusts your bonnet/scarf for you while you lay down (and if you wear glasses– he takes them off for you when you fall asleep with them on accidentally)

✮ grabs you by your neck to kiss you.

✮ makes you put your face in the camera on facetime and constantly telling you “get off paused”

TODOROKI SHOTO

✮ insists on feeding you his food every time he gets something to eat and you’re in his vicinity— he’ll just bring food up to your mouth and say “open”

✮ and shares drinks without not caring one bit about swapping spit

✮ mindlessly kisses your cheek while he studies sitting next to you

✮ will sit in the bathroom with you while you pee

✮ leans his forehead against yours before/after kissing you

✮ brings you around his friends because he wants them to love you as much as he does

✮ constantly hugging you from behind

✮ is quick to defend you any time his father says something slick, and will tell endeavour about himself immediately

✮ will carry you up the stairs if you feel lazy

✮ has a habit of spoiling you that he has no intention of breaking

✮ says “bless you” with the sweetest voice every time you sneeze, and pats your back every time you cough

✮ brushes hair out of your face even if you don’t notice it there

✮ he has a hard time with feelings, so on special occasion— or if he just feels like it, he’ll write you lengthy love letters signed with his initial and a heart at the end

MIDORIYA IZUKU

✮ lays you in his lap when he studies so he can still hold you while he’s occupied

✮ if you even utter the words “i want”, he’s buying it.

✮ always offers to tie your shoes

✮ drags his y’s when he calls you baby or honey (“but babyyyy”)

✮ holds your hand in front of his friends with no shame

✮ wears anything you buy him no matter if it matches his wardrobe or not

✮ licks his lips a lot

✮ lets you mindless play with his hair and he does the same with you

✮ gives the best massages known to man

✮ bounces his leg often, especially when you’re sitting in lap

✮ also always hugs your waist when you sit in his lap

✮ has a highlight for you on his main instagram account that he’s constantly updating because he’s constantly posting you

✮ rushes to zip up your jacket for you before you can do it yourself

✮ pats your head to tease you

SERO HANTA

✮ always throw his arm over your shoulder when he sits next to you on the couch

✮ when you try to get sassy with him he straight up laughs in your face and noogies you

✮ lifts you up to sit on the counter while he fixes himself something to eat in the kitchen

✮ laughs when you show him guys talking to themselves in your dm requests

✮ smiles at you with half open eyes when you smoke together

✮ also the best trip sitter in the world

✮ quick to call you and ask what you want went he grabs something to eat for himself

✮ if you hug him standing up while he’s sitting down he hugs you tight around your waist and leans his head in your stomach

✮ willingly lets you drive his car and if you don’t know how to drive, has no problem teaching you

✮ lets you sit in his lap when he’s on the phone or on the game

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

✮ gives you princess treatment. always.

✮ literally has a seat cover on his passenger seat that says “princess” that he puts on whenever he’s about to have you in his car

✮ holds your hand and walks you down the stairs

✮ offers to wash your hair for you

✮ will send you money without a question if you even utter the words “i’m hungry” or “i want..”

✮ carries you everywhere even when it’s not necessary

✮ always refers to you as “my lady” or “my baby” to other people— he barely uses your name.

✮ brushes your hair and puts lotion on for you

✮ geniunely enjoys going perfume shopping with you and will try different ones out to help you choose

✮ fixes your posture if you’re hunching while sitting

✮ pokes your cheek when he thinks you look cute or if he just feels like it

✮ king of forehead kisses, he gave you ones even when y’all were just friends

KAMINARI DENKI

✮ looks at you with glossy eyes while you’re high together, making direct contact as he stares at your lips while you talk and licks his own as he plans his next action

✮ is constantly calling you “baby”

✮ throws his head back as he gulps down a can of soda, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down his neck as he gives you an amazing view of his jawline

✮ certified french kissing addict

✮ says “hmm?” in a soft tone to tease you- or when he genuinely does not hear you

✮ puts his hands over yours to show you how to do something

✮ squishes your cheeks when you pout and laughs in your face

✮ kisses your neck in a sweet way, not even to start something

✮ him playing guitar. that’s all i need to say.

✮ wipes the food of the corner of your mouth and licks it off his thumb, just so casually

✮ in general- casually touches you in a way or says things that leave you flustered out of words and acts like it’s nothing (sometimes it’s not even on purpose)

✮ does that hand/finger motion with his two fingers when he wants you to hand him something or come over to him (ik y’all know what i’m talking about)

✮ feeds you his food and asks you to feed him, leading to yall always feeding each other when yall go out to get food— even around y’all’s friends

HITOSHI SHINSOU

✮ pulls in his lap whenever he feels like it and rests his hand on your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb

✮ “use your words” –in the most casual way possible.

✮ will check you every time you have an attitude just to get you flustered

✮ makes you maintain eye contact with him when you’re flustered and will tease you endlessly

✮ whispers in your ear in public (mainly to talk shit)

✮ while give you his jacket in public without you asking and just let you keep it after you go home

✮ rolls blunts for you while fake complaining that you need to learn how to roll (he’d still roll for you even if you did)

✮ smacks his lip and rolls his eyes lot

✮ taps his finger on his desk or the arm of his chair when he’s thinking

✮ leans his head back on his chair often

✮ prefers you to face him when he has you on his lap

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netsuijae · 4 months ago

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I would love to see what your hypothetical Kanade crash out would look like ngl (you don't need to draw for this if you don't want to a text explanation would still be awesome)

ok soooo this isn't exactly the crashout but rather building up to it i guess :P

the rest of this post is gonna be rambling and predictions ⬇️

alright this ask enabled me, im gonna just dump all my thoughts as of now on what's to come for kanade's story :) i could end up being completely wrong, but hey im just theorizing and having fun here while i wait very impatiently lol

To start, I don't think kana5 will be on the scale of mizu5 (i mean i might be biased but idk if anything will come close to that level of insanity again), mainly because there hasn't been as much build-up to a breaking point. Kanade's issues have been pushed aside (by herself especially) and not heavily focused on up to this point in the story. There hasn't been any increasing tension for things to reach a climax yet. Having her big break be in this next event would be too sudden and sort of unprecedented. For this event at least, I highly doubt that'll be the case. Instead, I think this event will start to touch on Kanade's buried issues more, and begin building that tension for something bigger. I can see this being a multiple event arc, similar to the events leading up to the climax of Mafuyu's story. Summarizing that, yes I think Kanade's got some real tough shit ahead of her, but that's why this won't be a one-off event story. I think it'll just be the beginning.

That being said, to touch more on my predictions for kana5 itself, I think Kanade will start to slip, and the others, Mafuyu especially, will take notice. I can't really predict anything specific, but I think something will happen that will make her question her ability to save people, or cause her to be harder on herself, as she has in the past, to keep composing persistently, neglecting her own needs and health. However, things are different now than they were before niigo. She has more people around her that will be able to see the damage she's doing to herself. But she also knows they all look up to her, and that her music lifts them up. She knows they all have a lot they're dealing with, and she needs to be there for them. She can't let them down.

Then, when Kanade pushes herself past her limits at the cost of her well-being, what will she do then? She meets with the others on nightcord every night, and Mafuyu is living at her place. She won't be able to rot away by herself anymore without people noticing. But she still feels this need to be the group's rock and to be the one to save everyone, so she'll try her damn hardest to prevent the others from worrying about her. She'll shoot down their attempts at trying to talk about it. I think she might be especially stubborn this time around, and it might cause niigo to have to figure out a way to help Kanade, since they won't be able to get through to her at first.

Kanade has shown in the past to get uncharacteristically aggressive when she's pushing herself too hard, as shown above. She starts to take on everything herself, and snaps at anyone who tries to stop her. I think this side of her will be shown more going forward, as she begins to go down this kind of self-destructive path yet again. At least, that's where I think her story will go. Her tendency to work herself to the bone hasn't really been resolved, and she's gone so far with it before to end up in the hospital after passing out. She doesn't care what happens to her, as long as she can save people. The only reason she has ((slightly)) gotten better at taking care of herself is so that she can be able to keep composing without ending up in the hospital again. Not because she cares about her health. Because she must keep composing. She still only does the bare minimum for herself. If it's her cooking, she's only having instant ramen, and most days she's probably not going to see the sun. She still doesn't sleep much, and Mafuyu has said that she's often falling asleep at her computer.

This might be getting a little rambley atp, but my point is that Kanade neglects her own needs in her determination to save others. I mentioned how she neglects her physical health in the last paragraph, but she also neglects her own feelings as well.

She minimizes her own problems or just doesn't even talk about them. I think she truly believes that her problems don't matter, that they only distract her from her goals. The reason she doesn't open up is likely because she herself doesn't believe her feelings are important at all. She doesn't pay them any mind, and she doesn't want anyone else to either.

Of course, I have to bring this card up. I think this is just a perfect visual representation of Kanade's feelings, and it's great foreshadowing for what's to come. Those feelings are buried deep within Kanade, yet to be addressed or solved. THIS is what we're getting into. Kanade, depicted as an angel, surrounded by death. I think this is related to her guilt surrounding what happened to her father, believing it was her fault. That she destroyed everything. But because of that incident, she told herself she has to keep composing, and never stop, in order to save people. She feels like she owes that much, and that that's her sole purpose. She won't allow herself to think otherwise. No matter how much it destroys her, she must be a savior for others.

Last thing I wanted to add, because I saw this reblog under a prev kanade analysis post, and they brought up great points. Especially how dangerous Kanade's composing grind can get. We wouldn't even have a story if Honami hadn't found Kanade unconscious!!! I think she might get to a really low point again like this, but having Mafuyu there especially, it won't be able to go unnoticed. I don't have much else to add to those tags though cus they speak for themselves 🙏

Finally, just real quickly going back to the little comic I drew, this is just a rough idea of how I think Kanade could act. She'll get noticeably worse, but will try to hide that fact from the others and deny any help from them. I also mentioned that I think we could see more aggression from her again, so I included that, as she feels threatened in a way by Mafuyu worrying about her. She can't let that happen. Also, Kanade's impending doom aside, I think this progression in the story may also spark some change in Mafuyu. She might show some more emotion in this or future events, and she may realize how much Kanade means to her, motivating her to do more for her. I think it'll be a full group effort to save Kanade, but I wanna see Mafuyu taking a bigger role in this. I just think this also has the potential to grow Mafuyu's character more.

Also, as for the Kanade crashout, I really don't know how they'll handle that. I can't really predict what they're gonna do with her climax. But I want her screaming yelling and crying !!! like she better go insaneeee 🙏 and I also feel like they have a lot of potential with her seiyuu/VA and stepping out of the soft quiet voice to do some crazy shit, maybe in the songs too pls pls pls give us loud kanadeeee

OKAY THATS ENOUGH YAPPING its 5 am i havent slept....

#watch me be soooo wrong abt kana5 #idk i havent read some of the story in a while so i could be off about some things #but im very very excited #project sekai #proseka #prsk #pjsk #prsk fa #pjsk fanart #nightcord at 25:00 #25 ji nightcord de #niigo #n25 #kana5 #yoisaki kanade #kanade yoisaki #asahina mafuyu #mafuyu asahina

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could u pls write a fic/blurb of virgin spencer having fantasies of being dominant 🩷 btw live ur work!!!

my first orgasm goes to you! ♡

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, watching of p0rn, bondage, dom and sub dynamics, spencer’s livid mind, imagining of spanking, male masturbation (spencer), dirty talking (he talks to himself while he thinks of you)…

okay… so spencer doesn’t know how he’s gotten into this situation.

he’s not one to… indulge in this kind of activities.

intelligence is correlated with sexual desire. most evidence indicates a negative correlation between intelligence and sexual activity. researchers find that higher intelligence is associated with a delay in the initiation of a wide range of partnered sexual activities, from holding hands to sexual intercourse —that’s why he was still a virgin— . statistically though, scientists have discovered that, the higher the sex drive of the individual.

but spencer could probably count the times he has masturbated in his 25 years of life with one hand. he just… didn’t get the need.

well, that was a lie. there was obviously a need. a physical one. he, like any other man, woke up with morning wood every morning. but there wasn’t a… psychological one. he had never… fallen in love. sure. he could find beauty in a woman. even a man. but… he just didn’t…

couldn’t finish.

he had tried. made research. tried again…

and when he couldn’t make it. he would gave up.

spencer reid has never had an orgasm.

until today.

after trying pretty much everything. he tried the thing he wished he’d never have to use: porn.

just a few clicks and he was into one of the million of pages for it. and there was a lot of… content. a lot of options in which you could choose from.

but one video caught his attention. it was about dom/sub dynamics, and a little bit of bondage. he had informed himself about them, and curiosity won as he clicked on it.

his eyes widened when the view of a beautiful —and completely naked— woman caught his eyes. her wrists were tied to the posts of the bed in which she was laying, cries and mewls leaving her lips along with some ‘stop’s and ‘it’s too much!’s. in between her thighs, a man of his complexion —although spencer was more skinny, lean, but skinny—, laid, devouring her cunt as if he were starved, arms keeping her pinned, still, as the woman tried to scape from the pleasure and overstimulation, hips jerking against the man’s face, thighs shaking, tears streaking down her face.

but what really did it for spencer was not the sight, it was the fact that the woman looked like you. same hair and eye color, same complexion, same full lips… if he took off his glasses he could…

no. that was wrong.

you were his coworker.

it didn’t matter if he’s had the biggest crush on you since you had joined the team a year ago, or that he was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with everything that made you… you.

he had never fantasized about you. well, he had. how couldn’t he, you were beautiful, and smart, and kind, and… and he couldn’t control his subconscious mind while being asleep or what he would dream of. so of course he had had wet dreams about you.

but he had never touched himself with you in mind. he believed that you didn’t deserve to be objectified like that.

so he wouldn’t.

he tried and focus on the video. on the moans, on the groans and touches. and it worked. he was hard. he teased himself over his slacks, slowly, a breath leaving his lungs before pulling down the zipper and pulling down his pants and underwear, releasing his semi and taking it in his hand with a sigh.

he focused on the video, cheeks reddening at the embarrassment he felt for be doing this. but he had to try.

slowly, he started to jerk his cock, long drawn out faps from the tip to the root. he moaned as he played with the sensitive and weeping slit on the head, before continuing.

but after minutes and minutes of trying, his high wouldn’t come. he groaned and stopped. of course it wouldn’t come.

a flash of you passed through his mind and thoughts of you in the position of the woman in the screen, with him being in between your thighs, making you feel good, making you feel so good you couldn’t take it. but he would make you take it.

his cock twitched, and he groaned as he started moving his hand right back up. he was just so desperate to cum. it hurt. and he just couldn’t not think about you. he did all the time. also. you wouldn’t know right? it would just be this one time.

he took off his glasses, and went back to the video, where now the man was pushing up and in between his thighs, pulling a scream from the woman when he thrusted inside her, fast and hard.

spencer’s pupils were blown, his breathing ragged. it’s as if he could see you, see him. fucking you just like that man was fucking the woman. pounding into her swollen, overstimulated and squelching cunt over and over again, pulling his legs up against her chest in a mating press, reaching so deep he was on her cervix.

‘i can’t please. i can’t! it’s too much!’

spencer whimpered, going faster, hearing the woman cry. would you cry too? would you beg him to stop? would you beg him for more? how would you sound moaning his name? screaming it?

“fuck.”

please spencer, i can’t take it anymore, it’s too much!!!

he could almost hear it. your sweet voice lost in pleasure. could feel your plush soft skin under his fingertips as he’ll spank your thigh, taste the salt on your skin as he’d suck on your neck and chest.

“take it. fucking take it. you know you want it. you know you want this cock.”

he got lost in the moment, pretending with his eyes closed that the moans of the woman were your moans, moving his hand at the punishing ruthless rhythm the man fucked her.

jesus, this felt good…

more spencer, give me more!

“you want more?”

yes, please, please spencer, fuck me more, fuck me harder!

“holy fuck. yeah, i’ll fuck you harder.” his fist moved faster up and down his cock, slicked in his precum. “i’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have a hard time walking for days.” he tightened his hold. “fuuuuuck.” he moaned your name. “you’re so tight. so perfect for me. taking it so well… you were made for this. for taking my cock, hm?”

yes, yes, only for you spencer… i want you to cum inside. please cum inside. breed me, spence.

he groaned, his eyes rolling, a new unknown tight feeling growing in his lower stomach, his dick leaking and twitching like crazy.

“you want me to cum inside? inside this pretty little cunt? want me to breed you? leave you full and dripping?”

he could picture you, nodding, babbling, pleading.

“then take it. take my fucking cum. gonna fuck it so deep… right into your womb. fuck. take it take it take it!”

and with a last moan, his world was breaking up, vision whitening, whole body spasming as thick heavy loads of creamy white cum shot out of his cock, making a mess out of his wooly vest and hand. he was moaning, groaning and gasping, continuing to move his hand through his high, until nothing else was coming out. the video had ended long ago.

he looked up at his blurry ceiling. and groaned.

fuck.

he had just had his ever first orgasm.

and the reason had been you.

@cafekitsune ‘s separators!

@kittyisick ty for your support angel, hope you like it!💋

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