𝗧𝗢𝗫𝗜𝗖!𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗦 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦
a/n: did i get the idea to make headcanons cause i couldn't stop thinking aout how toxic!roman would have a weak ass pull out game YES...YES I DID 😂✌️
Roman's apologies are never accountability they're emotional damage control. He always caves in and apologizes first because he hates the distance. He doesn't cave because he's fully processed what he did wrong. His apologies usually follow the same structure, "I hate that you're away from me." or "I hate that you're looking at me like I hurt you."
He approaches the apology with physical affection first. Wrapping an arm around your waist, putting his chin on your shoulder or kissing your temple. Then he'll give you a half assed verbal apology like, "Alright, I shouldn't have said it like that."
If you start crying, he'll fold. You crying makes him feel horrible and he wants it to stop. He'll be like, "Baby, stop." "Come here." "I'm not mad anymore." "Don't cry." And immediately after he gets to lovebombing you and reframing the fight as mutual pain.
Instead of acknowledging that he hurt you he turns it into "I just got scared." or "You know how I get when I feel like I'm losing you." So then you end up comforting him as if he isn't the one causing the problems.
Roman's jealousy isn't "that guy thinks you're pretty." His jealousy is "that guy might become proof that I'm replaceable." If some random guy flirts with you, Roman's first reaction isn't insecurity it's disrespect. In his head he's thinking, "You see me standing right here and you still tried it?"
He gets quiet first not immediately yelling. Just clenching his jaw, with a dead stare, and his hand sliding to your waist silently making a point. You try to reassure him and say, "That guy was probably just being nice." But Roman likes to think he knows how every guy thinks and responds accordingly, "Nice? He was looking at you like he wanted to take you home."
You genuinely dont see it the way Roman does because you think people are just being nice. But to him, male attention isn't harmless it's a threat. Especially if you give someone else attention. Because if a guy flirts with you, Roman can blame the guy. But if you laugh too much, talk too long, or reply too warmly?
It makes him feel betrayed. He starts saying, "You like making me look stupid?", "You like when they look at you?", and "You like feeling wanted by somebody else?" But you didn't even mean it like that you were just being sweet. But to Roman, your sweetness feels like something that should belong to him only.
That's why Hollis bothers him so bad. Hollis isn't just "another guy." Hollis is someone you can trust and someone who might understand you in a way Roman can't control. That's Roman's biggest nightmare.
When you cancel plans for someone else this one hurts him more quietly. He won't always explode right away but he'll get cold. Like if you say, "Baby I forgot Sage and I had plans today." Roman will tell you to just "go then" but his tone says everything else.
He wants you to choose him without him asking. He wants proof that he comes first, but he doesn't want to admit he needs proof. But what makes him the most jealous is Hollis. Hollis isn't flirting and isn't trying anything (hollis doesn't even see you romantically at all).
So Roman can't point to one obvious thing and say, "See?" So he invents meaning. Hollis asking if you're okay becomes -> He wants to be your hero. Hollis defending you becomes -> He thinks I'm not good enough for her. Hollis noticing you're sad becomes -> He's watching you too closely.
Roman's issue with Hollis isn't lust its intimacy. Hollis represents emotional safety outside of Roman, and Roman cannot tolerate that. That's why his jealousy is not really about cheating (cuz you'd never cheat <3) it's about access.
Who gets access to your mood? Who gets to comfort you? Who gets to know when you're hurting? Roman wants the answer to be only and forever him.
Roman's biggest fear isn't you leaving or even cheating it's you falling out of love. Roman genuinely believes if you leave maybe he can stop you or if another guy appears maybe he can compete. But if you wake up one day and just dont love him anymore? That's the thing he can't fight or fix. Which is why he gets so obsessive about asking you, "Do you still love me?", "Are you happy?, and "You love me right?"
He trusts your loyalty more than he trusts your feelings. He believes you wouldn't cheat, that you'd feel guilty leaving, and he believes you'd try to stay. But he doesn't fully believe he can stay lovable forever. Your love feels so pure to him that he starts treating it like a resource he has to guard. When you reassure him, it works like a drug.
pull out game ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)
No question Roman's pull out game is trash if there was a pull out olympics this mf wouldn't even qualify. He's unbelievably bad at separating emotions (or pleasure in this case) from common sense. He'll be fucking you wrapping your legs around his waist as he guides himself inside you in one smooth thrust. His hands gripping your thighs tightly as he starts to move, his pace slow and deep.
You bite your lip to muffle a moan as he hits a good spot. He kisses you messily to swallow any other noises, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm, "R-roman remember to pull out." He nods against your lips, too lost in the moment to speak. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills your shared bedroom, along with your hushed moans and his labored breathing.
Roman buries his face in your neck, muffling his groans against your skin, "You feel so fucking good around me so tight fuck you take me so well." His pretty eyes lock onto yours as he continues to move inside you, his expression filled with a mix of vulnerability and possessiveness, "Do you love me?" He asks between thrusts, "Because fuck, I love you. I love you so damn much it's drives me crazy."
Your legs tighten around him, pulling him impossibly deeper. You whisper his name, your voice dripping with passion, "Roman baby I love you too. So much fuck, so much." Your words seems to snap the last thread of his control. With a desperate groan Roman comes inside you kissing you wildly through his orgasm, not pulling out like he should.
You look up at him with a little pout and your brows furrow together. He sees the expression on your face and his expression turns amused. He leans down to kiss your pouty lips softly, "Don't give me that look, pretty girl," He strokes your cheek, "I'll buy you Plan B first thing tomorrow, okay?" He kisses you again, "I got you."
But when tomorrow comes Roman almost always forget getting distracted with work or something else. And the few times he does remember he shrugs it off pointing out that you take your birth control shot regularly (or well you're supposed to.)
who's louder in bedヽ(°〇°)ﾉ
You'd think Roman wouldn't be so loud and that he'd be able to control himself. Which most of the times that is true and you tend to be louder than him. But that usually isn't always the case especially if you guys fuck somewhere less private. Like in his dressing room backstage or maybe a hotel room where the rest of the guys are next door. It's almost as if the thought of someone hearing the two of you turns him on.
The second the hotel door shuts behind you two he pulls your shirt off, tossing it aside and quickly unhooking your bra, exposing your breasts. He takes a second to appreciate the view before diving down to capture a nipple in his mouth while his hand kneads your other breast roughly.
Roman pulls back, his eyes full with desire and he smacks your ass playfully, "Bend over baby and spread those legs for me." You get on all fours, presenting yourself to him and Roman groans, pre-cum beading at the tip of his dick. He lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the head.
He pushes in slowly, stretching you open inch by inch until he's fully inside you. His hips start a relentless rhythm, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches around to rub your clit. The hotel bed creaks loudly against the wall with each thrust.
Your moans fill the room, barely muffled by the pillow. You push back against him, meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper. Your whimper nervously remembering that Hollis and Nate are in the room next door. They're not even asleep either they're probably wide awake.
Roman chuckles, his breath hot against your ear, "Then be quiet or they're gonna hear how good I fuck you." He emphasizes his words by thrusting harder, hitting a spot that makes you gasp out loud. He covers your mouth with his hand though he purposely spreads his fingers so your noises can still be heard clearly.
He watches as you bite down hard on the pillow to stifle a cry. He grabs your hip harshly, pulling you back onto him each time he pushes in, slamming you forward again with each thrust. The headboard hits the wall every so slightly.
Next door, Nate groans and throws a pillow over his head, trying to drown out the noise, "Seriously? It's like they're trying to break the fucking bed."
Hollis sighs heavily, sitting up in bed, "Can they not go five minutes without fucking? I swear I can feel the fucking wall shake." He gets up and walks to the shared wall, banging on it three times, "YO! KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!"
Roman cooks more often not because he's amazing at it but because he just likes taking control. You'll be making something happily announcing it too like, "I'm making pasta :>" Then Roman will tell you to move and that youre "gonna burn it." Like one day you decide to make dinner one day and he's sitting nearby watching you. Everything's fine for a while until he calls your name.
Before you know it Roman takes over, "Go sit down."
Roman's scrolling on his phone with your head in his lap. Everything's peaceful until you grab his hand. Roman looks down, "What?" You flip his hand over inspecting his nails, "Your nails are all chipped."
"The gel polish is chipping"
You stare at him and Roman stares back. Five minutes later he's sitting at the kitchen table. Your entire nail kit is spread across the table. Files, buffers, polish bottles, top coat, etc. You start filing one nail then Roman flinches, "Ow."
You make sure he's okay then continue filing. Roman sighs then asks, "Baby?"
You don't even look up, "Roman I've been working for two minutes." Although he's complaining Roman secretly loves this. He loves watching you concentrate. The little crease between your eyebrows, the way you hold his hand, and the way you mumble to yourself. You hold one of his fingers up studying it, "I'm thinking square."
Roman's face twists, "What the hell." You start laughing, "Hey what's wrong with square." Eventually you pull out your nail art stuff and Roman knows you're try to convince to do a design.
You pout because you haven't even shown him anything yet, "Will you hear me out >:["
"Either a neutral color or dark red."
You dramatically throw yourself back in your chair, "You're no fun." About twenty minutes late finally you're done. You hold his hand up proudly like you've just painted the Sistine Chapel, "They're so cute!!" Roman studies them quietly and you get a bit nervous, "Do you hate them?"
Roman keeps looking then smiles, "They're sick."
The second he says that your entire face lights up.
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