#it's them without being exactly them mmh

[workingbynyx]

Hi! I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing headcanons of Jason Todd as the reader's boyfriend? Probably like the general dynamic of the relationship, love language, etc. Whatever you think goes best! :)

of course! i can finally use my hcs of boyfie jason to good use oml i have so much in store for you loves 😚

(this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and now that its almost v-day i think its pretty fitting to post this <3 also pls remember that these are my personal hcs so some may be entirely ooc but this is how i imagine him to be okay 😭)

Very affectionate behind closed doors

Jason wasn't a very clingy person to begin with. in fact the first time you held hands you swore you saw drops of sweat drip down the side of his face, it's hilarious. it took him a while to get around giving physical affection but once he did, hugs and kisses are non-stop. he'll either give you quick or aggressive but gentle kisses or would simply ask you to climb onto him on your shared bed and lay your head on his chest as he sleeps. he'd search for your hand and give it a squeeze when the both of you are in a big crowd (ex; galas, parties) or just rest his hand on the small of your back— as intimidating he might seem, he's just a big baby in your hands.

A pretty decent cook, to say the least

Could be an unpopular opinion but i'd say Jason isn't all too bad in the kitchen, he can pretty much fix up a simple meal if he wants to. The man could either fuck up the microwave or invent a whole new recipe just to fit your cravings, there's no in between. He doesn't want to admit it but he has a secret folder in his phone of all the recipes to your favourite dishes from lunch meals to deserts; so now on every occassion, you can expect waking up to the fresh scent of your favourite food set on the table <3

Midnight joyrides are the best

Do y'all know those tiktok accs that own a motorbike and just drive around with their partners sitting behind them? That's exactly how i imagine what it would be like to be Jason's partner 👊👊 literally like; "bubs put on your helmet" "are we going out? at this time?" "what, you don't want to?" "well, yeah i do..." "good, i'll have the bike out front then" then you guys just drive around on his bigass bike zooming through the city. He'd also have his hands run down your leg that's straddling him from behind at every stoplight possible wkehwjhejwhd

Getting out of bed is almost impossible

The first time you two moved in together was really exciting, waking up finding yourself beside the love of your life sleeping peacefully to eating breakfast and dinner with them too. But as time went by, it became almost your mission everyday to get out of bed without being held back by Jason pulling you back under the sheets. You'd have to be sneaky to move his arm that's wrapped around your waist before his reflexes react soon enough; "mmh, going somewhere?" "jay, i gotta get to work" "10 more minutes love, i promise. I'll just drive you there it's much faster" "you said that 5 minutes ago— i'll be late again!" "are you saying you'd rather leave me alone?" "jace i–" "mhm exactly, so stay a'ight? you could just tell them you caught that flu" "i already did...two days ago..."

Absolutely adores your eyes, hands and waist

I'm a firm believer that Jason is a certified waist-grabber !!! you can expect the rough tips of his gloves glide over from your back all the way to your waist once he comes home from work. He also looooves looking into your eyes and see his reflection in them, the same eyes that showed nothing but pure love and kindness to him. And he also likes your hands; the size difference when you compare them, how they wrapped around his own, and how they cling onto him every chance you get. He thinks it's such a cute mannerism (if you have them too)

He asks for fashion advice, sometimes

Jason'll probably throw on a shirt, jacket, pants and boots then call it day before he met you— but he's even conscious of how colors looked on him now. You were his stylist, often picking out clothes and giving him new looks that you think looks best on him just because he once saw a photo of him and thought the shirt and pants he had didn't match at all. Jason always thought clothes only consists of hoodies, sweatpants, shirts, but now even knows what 'preppy' clothing is after you explained it to him.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch

This may vary to some people but i do hc Jason's love language to be words of affirmation and physical touch. Words of affirmation; only because he absolutely loves it when he tells you what he genuinely thinks of you at the moment. "You look great in red", "i'm proud of what you did there", "i love you, y'know that right?", "you look so gorgeous, i'm lucky to have you" and physical touch; because he's totally convinced he can't live without you by his side. Jason would want to be next or near you at any given chance, he'll have you scooted beside him while he reads a book or gently rub his hand against your thigh when he's focused on a movie. Your presence alone gives him the comfort he's always longing for in nights that he's away from home, and you'd glady give it to him.

Very protective over you

It's probably a known fact that Jason is a protective person but when it comes to you he can be over the top in making sure you're okay (especially when you're also a vigilante/hero working with him.) You'll always have to assure him that you're fine and not bleeding to death with a papercut or when you accidentlly stub your toe against the bed. But when you're also a crime-fighter like him, best believe he'll always have you stay and guarded behind him. You had to explain so many times that you could also take care of yourself like he can, though it's understandable why he acts that way most of the time.

Acts all tough, but melts when you're around

Around the times when Jason still had a lil crush on you, he'd never let his guard down and likes to appear cold or tough. But once you were dating he's an absolute shy babe even with the smallest gestures or compliments you give him. He'd only crack a smile at the side comments you make but is mentally falling apart. Or when he can't keep up the act he simply dips his head in the corner of your neck and stay there til he stops blushing like a teen getting his first kiss.

Is a part of the sassy man apocalypse

Sometimes, you question if this man is simply your bestfriend or your boyfriend of how many years. The amount of bickering the two of you end up having is like watching two friends fight over peanut butter vs chocolate. You'd suggest a book you've been reading that he absolutely despises and have a debate right there and then. It's almost like that one Friends scene when Joey and Rachel were giving spoilers back to back at each other LMAO. The man also has an unhealthy habit of popping a hip whenever he stands, your gallery would probably be filled with pictures of him in that stance alone.

[l1tw1ck]

44,46 and 56 with Tom's peter? Top dilf reader 🙏

Assistant Peter

bottom!ftm peter x top!masc!DILF reader

↳ [Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Size Difference, Belly Bulge, Creampie

Peter started working as your assistant a few weeks ago and he's been an amazing help, especially when it comes to your kids. He doesn't have to but he always offers to babysit them when you're busy in your home office. He's liked you since the start and you slowly started to develop feelings for him too. Although nothing happened until the day you two were finally home alone.

Peter bumps into you and drops his phone, he apologizes profusely before realizing what's on his phone. Peter doesn't get a chance to hide his screen thanks to you picking it up first.

You weren't going to look to protect his privacy but you saw your name in all caps. “You’re texting about me?” You chuckle, bringing the phone closer to get a better look.

“Wa- wait!”

You read the entire text despite his protests. It was him telling his friend about how much he loves your “dad bod” and how you're so tall that you literally tower over him, about how badly he wants you to fuck him until he sees stars, and about how he’d love for you to come inside of him. That's only half of the paragraph he sent. Peter watches your expression shift from playful to lustful. There’s a visible tent in your pants and he’s beyond grateful it worked out this way.

You have Peter lying down on his now empty desk, various items have been strewn across the floor carelessly aside from the computer that was carefully placed elsewhere. He’s mostly naked with his legs spread, showing off his dripping wet pussy. Peter looks down and gasps as you enter him, you're much thicker than he anticipated but he isn't the slightest bit upset. “Mmh- Keep going, sir-” The feeling and sight of your cock stretching him out and entering him is only making him more excited. He brings his hand down to his stomach and presses down on the bulge you’ve created. “You're so big..” He breathes out.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, bottoming out.

Peter shakes his head. “Mo- move-” He moves his hips to further express how badly he wants you to fuck him. You hold onto his waist and start thrusting, fucking him exactly the way he likes it. He throws his head back and moans. He looks gorgeous like this, his hair is a mess from when you were making out with him earlier and he has a cute blush strewn across his cheeks. The desk creeks with each thrust. You're fucking him so hard you're afraid you might have to buy a new desk. You lean in to kiss him, jerking his t-dick as you do so. Peter moans into your mouth and clenches around your cock, eyes rolling back as you hit that spot. He holds onto your arms and digs his nails into your skin without thinking. He feels his entire body tensing up as he comes. You pull away from the kiss and let him catch his breath, slowing your thrusts to a halt.

“Wait-” He stops you, his voice is breathy. “Don't pull out..”

“I have to.” You shake your head. You didn't think he was serious about you coming inside.

He looks at you with the cutest expression you've ever seen. “Please come inside me, sir.”

“...Fine.” You can't say no to that face. As you start fucking him again, you find yourself being closer to your orgasm than you thought. It only takes a few minutes for you to fill up his pussy with your spend. You pull out and watch your cum dribble out of him in awe. He looks good like this.

[b4nka1]

my favorite animated men and random things they do when jealous and want to grab your attention!

warnings: suggestive content (mentions of smut), misogyny, toji being nice, jjk manga spoilers. not proofread.

— FUSHIGURO TOJI : he would pout as you were busy with your office work. sure, you did love him, but your work was your priority for now. he would slowly walk into your room, standing behind you as you worked. he'd start massaging your shoulders, and within seconds, your eyes closed and body relaxed. "mmh, just right, baby..." you whispered to toji, you was still carefully and gently massaging your shoulders.

"if you gave me a tad bit more attention, i'd make you feel far far better, princess..."

— RYOMEN SUKUNA : he grumbled in annoyance when you paid no attention to him. the king of curses wanted to be mad but couldn't because you were so happy playing with the new puppy he'd gotten for you. you were laughing and giggling as the puppy kept whining and climbing over you. he got the most jealous when you kissed the puppy on its yucky, disgusting mouth, according to him. within seconds, he took the puppy from your hands and put the puppy back in his crate. he turned back towards you, picking you up and dragging you to the bathroom to make you brush your teeth.

"why'd you kiss that puppy on its disgusting mouth? now i can't kiss you without feeling disgusted."

— GOJO SATORU : he was pretty much annoyed at the fact that you were paying more attention to the three freshers than him. he scowled at megumi, who was getting more interest from your end. he was beyond irritated at this point. he sure was jealous but didn't admit it, not even to himself.bhe had to butt in, of course. his possessive ass simply couldn't handle the fact that you're quite nice and friendly. he stomped over to you, with a tiny pout on his face and his brows furrowed together.

"they're my students, but i hate the attention you're giving them."

— KUROSAKI ICHIGO : isn't exactly the type to get jealous, but he is very possessive. whenever he notices another man, especially abarai renji talking to you, he would ever so casually walk over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. he'd indulge himself in the conversation, laughing and nodding with whatever was going on. his arms would then creep down your back slowly as the conversation proceeded. he'd ever so subtly squeeze your butt and act as if nothing happened after he did so. when renji notices, he takes a leave and waved goodbye to you. you turn to ichigo and scold him for doing so.

"what? i'm just squeezing what belongs to me, you don't get to scold me on that."

— GETO SUGURU (villain era, you're not on his side) : he is a calm and collected man. but when he notices you and satoru being too close physically, practically invading each other's personal space, a smile and a bulging vein of anger on his forehead is prominent on his face. he silently swore to get you fucked raw before the war broke out. mimiko immediately notices this and huffs, "why don't you already go claim what's yours?" she snorts, going back to doing something on her phone.

"well, she will suffer. so what if we drifted apart? who is she to move on from me? she's still mine."

— NANAMI KENTO : he had been working overtime and came home late. to make matters worse, he found you on a long ass call with one of your guy friends, who used to like you. dismissing the jealousy, he took a shower and ate the dinner you prepared for him. and to make matters even worse, you were laughing at something he told you about. he was clearly frustrated and irritated, and of course, jealous of your little guy friend. when he had enough, he snatched the phone from you, putting it to his ear,

"either you end the call or hear me fuck her dumb and make her scream my name."

— ZARAKI KENPACHI : despite his rough and tough demeanor, poor guy also gets jealous of you spending time with ikkaku and yumichika. he tries his best not to show it as a kenpachi but fails when yachiru notices it. "ken-chan, don't worry, i gor your back!" she giggled happily. she searched around the seireitei and finally found you casually hanging out with yumichika. she walked over to you and held your hand. you raised your brows in surprise when she tugged you to the direction of the squad 11 barracks. she pushed you into zaraki's room, closing it behind her. zaraki sighed, hugging your waist.

"sorry, i kinda felt...jealous but didn't show it because of my status...i'll buy yachiru some treats for helping me."

— ABARAI RENJI : has his zanpakuto ready in its shikai state when you were found talking to ichigo. he angrily stomped over before byakuya stopped him. "they're just friends." he told renji and ordered him to sheathe his zanpakuto. renji grumbled and followed his order, stomping towards you, with a small pout on his face. he kept on giving ichigo glares until he took the signal and left.

"next time i see that piece of shit, i'm making him watch me pound into you."

— ZENIN NAOYA : oh boy, this misogynistic bastard wasn't ready to accept the fact that he was being jealous because his stupidly handsome cousin toji was being nice to you, complete contrast of how naoya usually treats you. toji helped you in the kitchen, he helped you with cleaning and helped you do the laundry. but naoya lost it when toji's arm wrapped around you instinctively as you were about to slip and fall. naoya grumbled, waiting until toji was out of sight. he pulled you by your kimono to his room, slamming you ruthlessly into the bed.

"that bastard crossed the line. might as well show him who this pretty but useless wife belongs to."

— KINJI HAKARI : is chill on the outside but the anger is bubbling within him inside as he watched your yoga instructor from afar being too touchy with you. his let out a low growl when he placed a hand on your hip and squeezed the skin. hakari had enough when the yoga instructor smirked and placed a hand on your inner thigh to "fix your posture," rubbing it sensually. you were too innocent to notice that. in a flash, hakari punched him square on the nose, stomping on the scum's face before leaving with you.

"he doesn't know.who he's messing with. we are finding you a new instructor. this one's gonna be fed to the curses."

— KAMO CHOSO : is a VERY pouty baby. yuji was his brother, yes, but that didn't mean you spend the whole day with him when you met him for the first time. it almost felt as though you and yuji were a couple and choso was the third wheel. after the whole day passed by, you and.choso went back to your shared apartment. he immediately went into the bedroom, snuggling under the xxovers and crying into the pillows. when you went into the bedroom, you noticed what's happening and frowned, rubbing his back and asking him what happened.

"i-i felt so left out today, bub... i-i know yuji is my brother b-but i needed you a-attention..."

— HIGURUMA HIROMI : he sighs once he comes back home after a long day. he put his bag on the coffee table in the living room before going into the kitchen, finding you there with your 2 month old baby, putting her to sleep. higuruma pouted as he wanted you all to himself tonight, but your baby had different plans. it took you great effort to rock her to sleep, eventually putting her in a crib and walking back into the living room, hugging him tightly. he returned the long hug, sighing in content and rubbing your back.

"didn't know i'd be so envious of our own princess, baby..."⁹

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hope yall like it!

[miedvma]

MEDDLE ABOUT

l. williamson x awfc!r

summary: jealous leah but she’s just a softie really

sharing hotel rooms with daan has always meant being up for anything she would come up with at half-past eleven at night, including painting her nails orange— and, of course, she’d have to paint yours too.

“yeah, for the netherlands!” danielle immediately reasons, her choice of colour still causing a disappointed frown on your face. “cause, you know, oranje leeuwinnen—”

you scoff. “i know, daan! it’s just.. orange is, uh, too much, no? plus, we’re like mid-season now— we should paint it red, for arsenal.”

danielle’s speech is followed by her expressing nothing but displeasure towards your suggestion, arguing that she’s constantly repressed by both her girlfriend beth and your girlfriend leah’s patriotism, insisting that you should stand by your roomie and best friend, getting your nails painted orange to rebel against the proud englishwomen’s system.

there is very little to discuss: dedonk can be particularly persuasive when she wants to win an argument, and so you find yourself with no other option than to settle your hands over her crossed legs and hope that neon bright orange suits you.

—

“hi love” leah peeps as she places a lovingly peck on the side of your neck, sitting down next to you for breakfast.

despite your strict no pda at work rule, the defender can’t really bring herself to be any less affectionate towards the girl she loves the most— and you eventually gave in on that once mutual agreement.

“hi love” you mock her tone, earning a roll of eyes and a shoulder nudge. “hi babe.” you quickly correct yourself, a satisfied smile taking place on your girlfriend’s lips.

as the defender devours her characteristic ham sandwich, her curious sparkly eyes watch closely as you sink a silver spoon on your berries bowl— most noticeably, your hands; more accurately, the weird coloration your fingernails are washed in.

“did you get your nails done?” asks a pouty leah, instantly shoving you out of the conversation you’ve gotten in.

you leave viv and her remarks about the game you’re about to attend on hold and turn your girlfriend, “mmh, do you like them?”

she doesn’t seem to like it. in fact, leah hates it when you get your nails done by yourself and don’t do hers as well— but as this had never happened before, you don’t really have any way of knowing it.

“you got them done without me.” she pouts again, her voice bathing in gloom. “oh, i’m so sorry babes, i’ll get yours done soon as we get home, yeah?” you use your nose to caress her cheek, then her own nose, and then manage to place a millisecond long kiss to her lips— causing the blonde to run out of words, cheeks blushing at the sudden interaction.

nonetheless the flushed older girl’s emotions, it doesn’t take too long before she’s back at cherishing her thoughts on the game ahead of you, herself quite really excited to attend to her favourite london derby.

as the morning progresses and you finally step into the pitch, leah’s excitement seems to fade away. which is a little strange, since you are well aware that beating spurs is still one of her greatest pleasures— so it does turn out weird for her to start acting a bit off out of nowhere, right?

well, not exactly. unbeknownst to you, leah’s got a pretty good reason to keep her distance from you (or at least that’s what she tells herself)—

“leah come on, you’re warming up with me” beth chimed in, causing the other blonde to furrow her eyebrows. “thought you’d team up with daan?”

“yeah no she’s taking the piss cause i said her nails look weird” beth’s eyes rolled as the defender worked the situation out on her head.

unable to settle for the other girls’ silly argument, leah’s gaze perked around the pitch just until she could evidence danielle’s neon orange nail polish.

it hit her harder. you getting your nails done without her? bad. you getting your nails done without her, with daan instead? worse. way worse.

—

“i literally scored a winner and you’re not even going to gimme a kiss?” you pout to your girlfriend, the both of you about to head home in her still parked car.

leah isn’t one to play differently or give any less of herself to win, but as soon as the whistle blew, there was no way of hiding it: the green monster inside her hadn’t really gone away.

“there’s um.. people here,” your girlfriend replies, nonchalant. indeed, there are people around the parking lot— teammates and staffers, all of them knowing about your relationship. besides, it’s not like she had ever cared about being seen anyway.

“right.” you mock her tone, leah giving you a stern stare until she realizes she had done the exact same thing before.

leah drives surprisingly slow, contradicting her clenched jaw and bitten lips. her lack of physical and verbal interaction, particularly in such moments, is highly unusual— especially considering arsenal’s victory, largely because of you. it’s easy for you to sense her irritation, and that is why you don’t exchange any more words the whole way home.

as soon as your girlfriend pulls up to your house you swiftly jump out of the car, hastening your steps to leave the girl alone, hoping some time apart might heal whatever conflict she’s found herself in.

it doesn’t. long after you’ve completed your extended skincare routine (usually a joint activity but not a good idea at the minute) and changed into comfortable clothes (opting not to wear leah’s, just in case), the house remains terribly silent.

your bed is empty when you leave the ensuite bathroom. the corridors are silent, and a peek into the guest bedroom reveals it to be just as empty. stepping into the dining room, you finally spot leah’s still-intact ponytail.

her head hangs down, probably slouched on the sofa; the tv is off, hinting that she’s mindlessly scrolling on her phone. you allow yourself to swallow your pride and prepare sandwiches for both of you before walking towards her.

as you hand her a plate, a mumbled “thank you” is all you get— her eyes still avoid meeting yours, or even your hand.

your girlfriend lets out a sigh before picking up the telly remote and switching on some rubbish reality show in an attempt to dispel the palpable silence— prudent, but ultimately ineffective.

“is something wrong?” you ask, your voice soft as always. leah usually finds your natural tone charming, but this evening even that doesn’t seem to be enough for her to open up about her troubled emotions.

she replies with a simple “nah,” but the distance between you speaks volumes to the contrary: even though the sofa can easily accommodate up to five people, your girlfriend always ensures there’s not a single atom between the two of you.

frustrated by the girl’s nonchalance, you decide to test how far her grumpiness can go. you remove both your plates and place them on the coffee table, hoping she’d take the hint— but she doesn’t. not at all.

the blonde remains in her original position, spread out on the sofa, elbow on the armrest, supporting her head against her fist, eyes glued to the screen, oblivious to your approach.

it is normally up to her to initiate closeness, drawing you in or melding you both together— so the fact that you’re moving closer on your own should prompt her to react, but nothing really happens, so you audibly huff as you stand up to leave the room in nothing but defeat.

“you’re sleeping on that sofa tonight.”

her head shoots up to look at you in disbelief. “no i’m not!”

“oh yes, you are.”

the blonde’s eyes roll back almost instinctively, and you shoot her a sharp look. “hey, no fair! you get other girl’s nails done, and i’m the one who’s supposed to sleep on the sofa?” her voice sounds genuine, yet tinged with frustration— and here she is, leah, in her purest and most absolute form, feeling nothing but betrayed by not having her nails done by her girlfriend.

“oh my god lee, is that why you’re all grumpy?” leah’s eyes dart around the walls, as if pretending you hadn’t just guessed it right. “danielle is my friend, our friend, you know that..” you chuckle, settling down next to her again.

“i know but— it’s our thing! and i mean, you’re pretty and all but that orange is just not it.” the defender glances at you with that one nonchalant expression that always reveals her disappointment, and you can only look back in amusement. how could you ever tire of how adorable she sounds when she’s jealous?

“just so you know, i’m really offended by you saying i don’t suit orange. and i do forgive you for being an asshole today.”

leah folds her arms, her look at you not good— but you had guessed earlier that calling her an asshole might irk her more (she kind of deserves it anyway). “you should be the one apologizing for breaking our rules!” the blonde hisses, though she couldn’t seem more harmless.

either way, you’re never willing to argue with your loving girlfriend. especially when you’re seeking a reward for your hard work after a tough game.

“okay, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry i let danielle do my nails, and i’m sorry i did hers. can i get a kiss now?”

a wide smile brightens the older girl’s face as her hand reaches for your hip, guiding you to lie down on the sofa with her on top of you. as she leans in and you blindly reach for her shoulders, a breathy laugh tickles your face, causing your eyes to widen.

“soon as you take that ugly-ass colour off your pretty nails, babe,” the blonde suggests, thinking she’s hilarious as she pulls herself off the mess she’s already made of you.

you scowl and toss a pillow her way, but she simply shrugs it off, fixed on watching the trashiest show imaginable.

realizing you won’t get any favours from her unless you get rid of the questionable colour on your nails, you rise from the sofa and set off to find some nail polish remover. “want me to bring the red one so i can do yours?”

you spot a smirk forming on the lips of the girl lazily lounging on the sofa. “no need love, gonna save my hands for other kinds of activities now.”

[dreamwritersworld]

His daughter (sully family x reader) part 2

Y/n’s anxiety was the worse growing up, if she hadn’t done it right or if her father didn’t approve she’d panic. Anything she did was effortless and beautiful but neither of them saw that. If you challenged Y/n, she’d prove you wrong immediately.

For as long as Y/n could remember everybody loved her. She never knew exactly what it was. She just knew that she had something special, something intangible, something immeasurable, and it gave her “confidence”.

However no one knew much she put into getting all her skills in check. There was so much stress in such a young girl to please the people. She saw her father as gold at the top of the mountain and her mother’s proud smile as the sweetest item amongst Eywa creations. She wanted their approval so badly..

*

Y/n had scrapes and mud along side her knees and body, it only got worse as she crawled further up the small trunk of a tree. Here she was moving her fastest as she goes against Neteyam who had been given a simpler task of obstacles. She struggled to breathe through the tight space…panicking at the realization that she wouldn’t succeed

I want it, I wanted it bad

The bloodshed and exhaustion was getting to her

but there were so many red flags

When she crawled right through, Neteyam had already been rewarded, the dirtest part of him being sweat and very little mud. Y/n’s sorrow was written all over her face, that afternoon she walked home covered in mud, drops of blood and sweat..she weeped to the empty forest that night begging Eywa to give her the sweetest reward on her…to save her and have her succeed further than she could imagine..

*

She loved her father and his approval, she wanted it more than anyone else. He knew this, he made her dependent and knew she’d crave it. If Y/n couldn’t stay with him forever, he’d find a way so that she would. Sure, Tuk was younger but Y/n was his real baby, she had almost died on him and he wasn’t going to let her go after that.

When Y/n wasn’t with Jake, she was with Neytiri. She wasn’t only her mother but Y/n’s best friend. Their relationship was so strong. On the days Y/n was exhausted she rested her head right on Neytiri’s lap as she played with her hair, she looked like a cat, calmly sleeping in her mother’s lap. It’d be hard to decide weather she was a daddy’s girl or mamas girl…but you’d have to take into consideration that when she was with Neytiri she at least provided a sense of that peace..mamas girl. It was true, Y/n spoke very highly of her mother constantly even if she had betrayed her…

*

Y/n had been speaking to one of the little girls who was asking to learn about human culture that Jake had taught we her growing up..

“…mmh and Mother’s Day is the day people celebrate mommies?..”

“yes sweetheart!”

“What do you think about your mother?”

“My mom is a very important person in my life. And I think she taught me a lot of lessons in life, how to respect the public and the rest of my family. And I think it’s very important to have a mother and I want to be like her.”

Y/n’s voice was clear and you can tell she meant every word. The moment was cut short when an adult asked Y/n told aid them in healing..so she left the child alone with her mother. Neytiri’s eyes watered to her daughter’s sweet answer..

“And you? What about you?”

The young child looked dearly and innocently at Neytiri, filled with excitement to get a deeper connection between the two.

“Growing up I always told y/n to not change her way of being. You know, to all the time be humble and caring how she is with everyone..She’s a very special girl. Same as my other kids, all kids are special of course but..without her, I can’t imagine a life without her…she’s very important, she keeps my family together..”

Everything Neytiri had stated was true, Y/n made sure to develop a close relationship with her siblings. Her parents had been so connected to her and all was well with their family, as long as Y/n was there. As soon as Jake was gone she’d comfort her siblings and give them all her love. That was just the type of person she was.

*

Jake and Neytiri ripped Y/n apart. Their love was toxic to the child..

Jake would practically tell Y/n not to listen to her mother when she instructed her to stay behind during training and Neytiri would have Y/n sit on her lap while she cried, it may have seemed sweet until you realized that she was crying from the stress of canceling on her father and him yelling at her while her mother sat and watched..there’s no denying that she’d loved them until her final breathe.

They isolated her..

*

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! What you waiting for?”

“Please come out and play with us!”

“Y/n likes to stay in the house children..she can’t play right now.” (Neytiri)

“Oh..please let her come out and play with us now..”

“She can’t, she has important Navi’s to meet today..” (Jake)

Jake passed a smile at the young children, he heard himself say pure bliss. Y/n was being set up to meet perfect leaders that will help guide her and Neteyam as clan leaders. The child sat in silence with a saddened face, making eye contact with the children right before her father closed the curtain..

M-A-M-A-G-I-R-L

mama’s girl

mama’s girl

D-A-D-D-Y-G-I-R-L

daddy’s girl

daddy’s girl

*

When it was time for dinner in the morning, Y/n ate in silence. Her eyes were red from the crying. Jake didn’t even dare to stare longer, knowing that he too was upset..

Tsireya and Ao’nung had interrupted their breakfast to let them know that they’d be ready to teach as soon as they’re ready and to meet them at their Maui. The entire family walked in silence ready to greet the Tonowari, Ronal and their kids.

Ronal was instructing Tsireya on what’d it be best to start with today..however a certain someone in the small crowd of demon bloods caught her attention. All teens were quietly discussing amongst themselves except Y/n…she was dazed and looking right past Ronal, sheeply smiling at the home.

“Y/n!..are you tired today?”

The exhaustion was practically noticeable to the healer who can feel it. Y/n immediately glanced at her father, seeing his smile had dropped and she was now frightened that he’d be upset and start an argument right then and there.

“..no.”

She passed a gentle smile, attempting for it to wash over.

“No..okay you look a little tired.”

“Perhaps, it’s all the traveling..im sorry. I can assure you , your home and island has done me good the last couple of hours..sorry.”

Ronal was satisfied in Y/n’s answer. Soon it was time to begin training and the adults and children went their separate ways.

Ao’nung didn’t know where he’d even begin to start a conversation with her…but he found a way.

“..so not tired?”

Y/n turned and laughed at his awkward attempt, smiling at his efforts, being silently grateful.

“I am, but that’s between us! Your island is very beautiful..”

“Once you get used to it, it’ll be ordinary..normal!”

“Yea..when it’s not an everyday thing, you’ll learn to appreciate it I guess. Sorry, what’s your name? Just asking so I get it right!”

“Ao’nung, and your Y/n correct?”

“Yes Ao’nung. How about we run in the water together!”

The young boy liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, she said it as though she knew him forever. Y/n made their conversation comfortable, and she even offered a good race. The rest of the practice went well and the group got awfully comfortable. Ao’nung and Y/n connected immediately. When Y/n got home that bond seemed to be the hottest topic at the table..

“How was practice today? Everyone did good?”

“Yes sir! Everyone did great, their ways are different but good to learn.”

Neteyam spoke proudly, despite his sadness about leaving his position back at home he felt good to learn new ways of life.

“..mmh im sure of that. Anything else?”

Everyone knew Jake was trying to get Y/n to talk, but her stubbornness wouldn’t allow it. She was furious with him, he had yet to feel bad about anything he said. Lo’ak however thought it’d be best to make his twin sister smile; he just didn’t realize what he was about to say would be the wrong place to bring it up.

“Ao’nung is crushing on Y/n!”

All four siblings turned to the brother, shocked that he’d bring up the topic they thought they had silently agreed not to.

“Hehe..no he’s not.”

Y/n replied with an awkward frustrated laugh and stern voice, telling her brother to be quiet.

“…Ao’nung mmh…you know you can’t y/n-“

“I never said I would.”

Jake’s face was surprised at how quick she was to talk back and he immediately got defensive.

“Well I’m ordering you not to.”

“Im not a soldier, Ao’nung and I are just friends.”

Y/n had left a distaste in Jake’s mouth that made him no longer want to speak. The family tried moving past it while Y/n stayed silent. In the back of Jake’s mind he was panicking, afraid Y/n wouldn’t focus on training and that she’d fall behind and never learn their way. All the issues would fall like dominos…if she fell behind, she wouldn’t learn, if she didn’t learn she would become dependent on Ao’nung, if he wasn’t there she wouldn’t know what to do, if she didn’t know what to do…she wouldn’t survive at all. He didn’t even take into consideration that Ao’nung was the one teaching her the way of water, he just thought of him as some boy..oh how was he so wrong..

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[daddyy333]

Nothing | Henry Cavill x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.0k

warnings: smut, blowjob, pussy eating, ?

summary: Henry just looks too good playing his video games, and you just can’t help yourself

You watched him as he play his video games, focused on the screen and barely checking in on you. At first you didn’t care, just laid on the bed and rolled around occasionally as you scrolled Instagram and Pinterest.

That was until his sweatpants caught your eye. They were thin after him washing them so long and probably also wearing them when his body was at different sizes throughout the years. So thin that you could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear and you could see the outline of his thick cock through it, just begging to be sucked.

Well, not literally, but fuck if the sight of his dick didn’t make you go feral. You tried to ignore your thoughts, let him play his game. But then you caught him sitting back, spreading his legs and making his dick more prominent in his pants.

You nearly whimpered, squeezing your thighs together. Your mouth watered as you stared right at it, if he thought to glance over at you you’d be busted but you don’t even care. He’s too perfect not to admire.

You slowly stood up, making your way over to him as you licked your lips, your mouth salivating at the sight of him. His stubble making him even sexier, his soft, fluffy curls brushed back after he ran his fingers through it to keep it out of his face during his game, and his thick arms bulging through the sleeves of his shirt.

You placed your hands on his shoulders leaning down and kissing his temple and down his cheek a few times. He smiled, blushing slightly as he said “hi, baby” “hey,” you whispered, kissing his ear lobe. He gasped a little, nearly messing up his game as he lost his focus for a moment.

“Mmh, what’s up, princess?” He asked, trying to focus and pretend like he wasn’t affected by how good you were making him feel with just the slightest touches.

“Nothing…you’re so handsome” you said and he chuckled.

“Nothing?” He asked. You ran his hands down his chest, your tits pressing against the back of his head. He paused his game, throwing his head back to look up at you. You moved a hand up around his neck and said “keep playing,” before you kissed his soft lips.

He sighed and looked in front of him, continuing his game a little nervously as he was unsure what you were going to do. You ran your hands up and down his arms, walking around to face him. He glanced over at you and smirked.

You kissed his lips softly, trailing your hands down to his huge cock. You squeezed, feeling it harden in your hand. “Shit,” he sighed, sitting back. He tried to focus on his game but he was fucking up the more his cock twitched under his pants.

“You’re so handsome, baby. I love watching you play your games” you said, getting down on your knees. He chuckled and said “yea?” “Mhm,” you said, biting your lip as you lifted his shirt up, playing with his happy trail.

He took a deep breath, his cock fully hard now and begging for your attention. You gently slid your fingers in the waistband of his joggers, slipping them off his body with the help of him lifting his hips and his feet when needed.

You smiled as you stared at his cock, stood straight up just from a little touch over his pants. “You’re so pretty,” you said, staring right at it. He was going to say something about you being the pretty one when he realized you weren’t actually talking to him, you were talking to him. He could’ve cum right then and there.

You admired his big balls, heavy and full, probably aching for a release. You wish you could suck on them but because he’s sitting you don’t exactly have full access to them. You kitten licked the tip, then rubbed the tip of your tongue between his slit, collecting his precum.

“Fuck,” you moaned to yourself, licking up and down his thick shaft. You slowly took the tip in your mouth, sucking hard and he groaned, his abs flexing and his legs wanting to close. “Ohh fuck!” He groaned, leaning forward as his cock twitched and his balls tightened.

You moved down his length, sucking gentler to sort of edge him a little. You buried your nose in his pubic hair, your lack of a gag reflex being something you only discovered because of how massive he was compared to your partners in the past.

“Y/n- oh god!” He said, dropping his controller and grabbing your hair, throwing his head back as his eyes shut tightly. He groaned loudly when you started bobbing your head, a pace just enough to keep him pleasured but you knew wasn’t enough to give him an orgasm, at least not a very intense one.

He whined, dying in the game but not giving a fuck because he’s never been so turned on in his life. “Babe…please,” he groaned, gasping as you hollow your cheeks. He looked down at you and swore he almost came at the sight, your pretty lips wrapped around him as your beautiful eyes looked up at him.

You moaned and mewled around his dick, making him buck his hips and try to force you to go faster. “Tell me what you want baby,” you said, licking up the new dribbles of precum from his tip.

“Want you to suck me so good I pass out” he slurred a little, already a little pleasure drunk and you smirked. You jerked him off for a moment, watching his head fall back at the feeling. It was good, but not nearly as good as your mouth.

Suddenly you took the whole thing down your throat, bobbing as fast as you could and sucking really hard. He immediately bucked his hips, yelling out as he sat up, moaning and groaning as loud as he could. You’d never heard this from him and it only turned you on more. He was usually a bit on the quiet side and even when he was really enjoying himself he wasn’t very loud.

“Baby- uhh! Ohh god- shit- shit!” He moaned, tears forming in his eyes at how good it felt. He was bucking his hips so much, he wanted to stop but you were making him lose all control. He whimpered pathetically, grabbing your hair harder and rolling his hips in time with the bobbing of your head.

“Damn it-” he gasped, glancing at you and feeling his cock twitch. He was trying so hard to fight it, knowing his orgasms were so much more intense when he did. You squeezed his thighs, slowly working your way up and cupping his balls.

He whined, his balls tightening up involuntarily and his cock hardening even more. “Oh g- oh- don’t stop don’t- fuck! Shitshitshit- I’m cumming- ahh!” He nearly screamed, pushing your head all the way down as he came harder than he ever had before.

You continued to bob your head once he stopped forcing your head down. He was whimpering and moaning so much, his cock not stopping even after cumming for way longer than normal. “Y/n- fuck why- uhh! I can’t stop, baby” he said, nearly crying at this point.

You pulled your mouth off of him, jerking him off and trying to help him calm down. “B-babe…” he said shakily, finally being able to relax as he spent cock finally gave out and began to soften. He laid almost completely limp in the chair, panting hard.

You bit your lip and said “was it good?” He didn’t even answer, which actually worried you a bit. You licked off the cum that crippled down your chin and stood up, cupping his cheek.

“Shit- mmm” he said, placing his hand on your hip. You kissed his nose and he looked up at you, an adorable post-orgasm glimmer in his eye and a smirk on his face. “I think I just died,” he said and you giggled.

“I’m sorry-” you began to apologize, thinking maybe you shouldn’t have gone so intensely. He stopped you almost immediately as he said “don’t apologize” “you just looked so handsome. And oh god, if you only you knew how much he was just tempting me” you said, “he” being his cock.

He laughed and said “was he?” “Mhm” you said and smiled, playing with his hair. He turned off his game, pulling you down for some kisses. He stood up on shaky legs, something that's never happened to him before and went to clean himself up.

You were already waiting in bed, ready to just go to sleep with him knowing you probably tired him out. Your inner thighs were still a bit sticky but you could deal. You were facing opposite the bathroom, so when he crawled into bed and turned you over with haste, his strength only help him to spread your legs and keep them open.

“Babe!” You said, cupping his cheeks. He smirked, eyes half lidded from being so tired but he didn’t seem to want to sleep any time soon. He kissed you a few times and ripped your panties off, immediately licking up all your arousal.

You whined, fisting his hair in your hands as you said “Henry, I- shit,” You could barely speak, already feeling dizzy with pleasure. You mewled and whined as he licked up your juices, your pussy dripping more and more as he continued to make you feel like heaven.

He slowly tongue fucking you, teasing you, barely nudging his nose with your clit. You whined his name, subtly begging for more. He didn’t change, continuing to tease you. You groaned, pushing his head into your pussy and riding his face until he finally got the message and did exactly what he knew would make you go crazy.

He never failed to make you lose all control with his tongue. You can barely manage to grind your hips against his sexy face anymore, the pleasure consuming you. He held your hips down, destroying your clit with his tongue.

You couldn’t form words anymore, babbling mindlessly between whimpers and moans as you got lost in the pleasure. He practically made out with your pussy, once you pulled his hair hard enough to rip it right out as your back arched off the bed whilst you moaned his name he figured he should keep kitten licking your clit just like he was whilst stimulating your g-spot with his fingers deep in your pussy.

He gets lost in the taste of you, the sound of your moans being muffled as your thighs tense and shake and move frantically because of the pleasure. You cry out as you cum all over his face, whines and babbles of his name and “I love you” spilling out.

He moans into your pussy, wishing he tasted your cum on his tongue. He let you ride out your orgasm, finally getting to pull his fingers out and suck them clean. You were still a panting mess, a few stray tears staining your cheeks as your pussy twitched and your thighs jolted with the aftershocks.

He licked up as much of your slick as he could, finally coming up to look at you. You looked perfect. He smirked at you, making you blush. Your hairy was messy and tousled all over the pillow, your eyes were half closed and you pretty pink lips had gotten all swollen from biting them trying to supress your moans.

“I’m so in love with you” he said and you giggled. You reached for him and he instantly laid on top of you, holding himself up with one elbow. He cupped your cheek and said “Hen, you’re covered in…me”

“I know. It’s like god was on my side today” he said and you rolled your eyes. He lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom, wiping you clean and getting you water so you could pee. Once you got back to the bed you wouldn’t let him go, he could barely get to the light switch without you whining for him.

“Goodnight, beautiful” he whispered, laying on your chest per your request. You smiled as you played with his curls and said “night,” before kissing his head.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

Chris Sturniolo

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[dreamsatoru]

Sweet morning. // Xavier.

[Love & Deepspace]

You’re my girlfriend, are you not?

tags: fem!reader, fluffy, implied sex the day before, he’s a little jealous over an actor (lmao)

word count: 1.4k

It wasn’t unusual for you to be in Xavier’s apartment, especially after spending the night together. Your clothes were too formal to get dressed back in and you didn’t want to leave his apartment to go change since you wouldn't be able to get back here without waking him up.

That’s why you took his shirt and put it on, it was enough to cover your butt so you didn’t bother to put on any shorts or something.

Silently, you left his bedroom and went to the kitchen, stretching on your way there as you felt the slightly chilly air in the rest of the apartment.

You opened the fridge, looking at the contents inside of it.

Eggs, milk, some leftovers, cheese… Not many interesting things. After thinking for a while you decided to make some eggs for breakfast for both of you, trying to be as quick as possible before Xavier wakes up and threatens you with helping with cooking.

The breakfast along with some tea was made rather quickly, you proudly looked at your work and started heading back to Xavier’s room to wake him up.

You pushed the door open, your eyes landing on his shirtless sleeping body. A soft smile formed on your lips before you snapped out of your trance and went over to him.

“Xaaavier~,” You say, slightly shaking him to make the waking up quicker. He lets out a soft groan before his head turns toward the source of the noise, which happens to be you.

His eyes flutter open as his eyes meet yours, a tiny light suddenly appearing in them. “Morning! I made breakfast!” You announce proudly.

“Mmh,” He rubs his face with his hands, helping himself to stay awake. “What time is it..?” His voice is soft and raspy due to waking up just moments ago.

You look over at the clock on the wall.

“Almost 11 am. Time for you to get u-!” You get cut off as you feel something abruptly pulling you down. A squeal leaves your mouth as you feel Xavier’s warm arms wrapping around your body, his face being buried in your chest.

“Come on… It’s still early. We don’t have work today anyway…” He says, his voice vibrating against your body a little.

“I made food for us already though,” You reply, fingers running through his blonde hair. You were sure that if he were a cat, he’d be purring like crazy right now. “It’ll be cold if we stay here longer,” You say, hoping that this will convince him to get up.

He contemplates for a minute before giving in. “Mmh, fine.” After giving you just one last squeeze he took his arms back and lifted himself from the bed.

He got up and stretched, looking for some clothes in his wardrobe. He rummages in there for a moment before speaking up.

“Hey, have you seen my t-shirt? It’s white with red and black elements on it.” He asks and you look down at your, well, his, t-shirt. It’s exactly the one he’s looking for.

“Nooo~,” You say as you clear your throat. “Neveeer, maybe look for another one?” You suggest innocently, hoping that he’ll just brush it off.

„Really? I swear I put it right-” He stops as he turns around and is greeted with the sight of you in that t-shirt. „…Guess now we know who’s the thief.” He smiles with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

„Xavier I’m sorry! It’s just that it was the first t-shirt that was lying here.” You explain yourself and he only laughs lightly, shaking his head.

„It’s fine, but next time, don’t lie about something so trivial. It’s just a t-shirt, you know.” He grabs a random t-shirt that’s lying in his closet and puts it on. „Shall we go eat now?” His hand is stretched out enough so you can grab it and let him pull you out of the bed.

You do just that and head to the kitchen with him.

„Mmm, did you make eggs?” He asks as you leave the bedroom, the smells from the kitchen already wandering around the apartment.

„Yeah! Hope you’ll like them!” You say. He just nods as you both sit down to eat.

The eating process is rather quiet, it’s a comfortable silence. He fully wakes up while you silently admire him.

„Will you wash the dishes? I’d use that time to go back to my apartment and change. I don’t wanna walk around almost butt naked here,” Your soft laughter fills the kitchen. Xavier smirks playfully.

„Why not? It’s not like we have anything to do today,” He shrugs as he takes the empty plates and cups and starts washing them. „I mean, personally, I wouldn’t mind.” The male turns his head and his eyes meet yours, you can feel your heart skipping a beat and the familiar heat spreading on your face.

„Of course you wouldn’t.” You resort to him in a silly way, your eyes rolling. “But what if we want to go out later? I’ll just go change, be back in a minute!”

You leave the kitchen and go to his bedroom, changing into a dress you wore last night and neatly folding his shirt that you’ve been wearing for the past while.

After leaving his flat you head to your own, quickly getting in and making sure you look presentable.

You look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the sight of the hickeys on your neck. Guess you’ll have to cover that up later…

Your mind remembers the night before and your face flushes red in seconds, you feel like a teenager who just held hands for the first time and not an adult who has an active sex life.

You go back to Xavier’s apartment, knocking on the door and waiting for him to open them. You wait a short moment before his figure appears in front of you. His eyes look up and down your figure, as you walk back in.

„Any plans for today?” He asks as he follows you to his living room. You think for a minute and shrug.

„Not really, unless you call being lazy as plans.” You reply, sitting down on the couch and grabbing the TV remote. „Wanna watch a movie?” You ask.

He makes a small nod before sitting down next to you, looking at the movie options on the TV.

„Why is there a section called ‚Deepspace hunting’ and all of those movies are… Romantic.” You look through the titles, some making you chuckle at how dumb they sound. „We should make our own. It’d be ten times better than whatever this is,”

Xavier’s eyes lock with yours for a moment and you just offer him a cheeky smile before looking back at the TV.

Finally, you choose some random romantic comedy you once saw being promoted at a café you go to.

You two watch the movie, Xavier’s arm finds its way around your waist and pulls you closer, you lean your head on his shoulder and keep watching the movie.

„The main actor’s hot.” You notice and smile as the said actor appears on the screen. A soft huff leaves Xavier’s mouth.

„His acting lacks a lot of things, the character he plays could have more interesting moments to it too…” He immediately states, making you chuckle a little. „Also, he makes it seem like his significant other is the one to blame here which is not true and he knows it.”

„You’re criticizing him so much, you’re not jealous, are you?” You ask in a teasing manner, his gaze meets yours for a moment before he looks away.

„Of course, I’m not jealous. I’m just saying what I’m thinking.” He says back. Oh, he’s soo jealous, the little pout and his wandering eyes only confirm your suspicions.

„Mhm, okaaay.” You laugh a little and turn your attention back to the movie. „So, if I had the chance, you wouldn’t mind if I went on a date with him?” His head turns towards yours that’s lying on his shoulder, you have to fight back smiling like an idiot.

„Of course, I would mind. You’re my girlfriend, are you not?” Xavier leans a little closer, cupping your face.

„I am, from what I recall.” You say playfully, he smiles as his eyes wander down to stare at your lips before he finally leans down, placing a soft sweet kiss on them.

„Exactly, you’re mine.” He says softly after pulling away, a small tint of blush on his cheeks.

[kylelovskii]

THE MEAN KYLE SMUT IS WHAT I NEEDED UGHHH I NEED MORE OF HIM, BULLY KYLE IS THE ONLY HESDCANON

OMG YESSS FRRR

like with how angry he gets— bully kyle just seems right 😇😇

holding my kyle plush as i write this tbh

"you’re pretty..y'know that?" cartman asked you, pushing your hair behind your ear. you looked down, all shy, and nodded. "thank you.."

you knew this was wrong. kyle would surely find out, but you couldn’t help the way the compliments made you feel, and you also couldn’t help the way you felt when kyle would say such degrading things to you.

you two weren’t even together, so what was the harm of a little flirting with eric?

"bet you’re a good girl too. wanna show me?" your faced turned red. "are you sure? i don’t have much experience.." you bashfully admitted. cartman waved a hand and shook his head. "i’ll show you the ropes, doll."

"really?" you asked, eyes wide and expecting.

the the whole group was at eric’s house, but without kyle noticing, eric led you to a secluded area to whisper sweet nothings to you, and possibly get in your pants. it was definitely working.

"really," he answered, giving you an affirming nod.

you smiled as your eyes strayed over his shoulder, then you spotted kyle, gripping a cup of some sort of drink, tight. so tight you could see his knuckles turning white.

eric noticed your smile fading and the direction you were looking in. removing his hand from your face, he slid it down to your waist as he turned around.

his smirked faded as well, noticing the very tall red head. his face almost matched his hair, he looked so mad.

he dropped the cup on the floor, the liquid seeping into the carpet. cartman mentally cursed kyle. now he had another mess to clean up.

kyle shoved past cartman and gripped your arm, dragging you upstairs. as you squeaked know fear, he stayed silent. having been to cartman’s house a shit ton of times, he knew there was a guest bedroom. he swung the door open and slammed it shut. loud enough for the whole house to hear.

"doll? yeah fuckin' right. doll." he shoved you down on the bed and forcefully pulled your panties down. "more like a cheap whore."

"wait— st—" kyle grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks, and pulling it closer to his. "shut up. quit talking. i’ve heard enough of your annoying voice for one day."

kyle let go of you, taking off his glasses and shoving them on your face. he then unbuckled his pants, pulling them down slightly. he climbed into the bed, on his knees, then pulling his boxers down, freeing his cock.

"remember what i said last time? how you’re being punished and you’re not gonna get your way?" you started to say yes, but you were cut off, "i said i don’t wanna hear you. i know you remember. this is exactly one of those punishments. now you shut up and take what i give you."

he pried your legs open, then shoved himself inside you. he leaned his head back, groaning. "god, you are tight."

he started to fuck you at a brutal pace, harder than you could take. you sobbed loudly. "mgh—! wai—" you cried out, reaching up to put a hand on kyle’s shoulder.

"go on, cry. no one’s gonna come up here and fuck you like i do though. not cartman, not kenny, not anybody," he spat, grunting out each word. "i’msorryi’msorryi’msorry— kyle, pleaseee," you cried, tears streaming down your face from how good it hurt.

his pace was getting faster, and your screaming louder. his glasses began to fall off your face. he felt so good, but at the same time it was hurting. it hurt so good though.

"oh, don’t beg for me now. you were so ready for cartman to come up here and take you. but..i beat him to it, didn’t i, bitch?" the nickname made you pulse around him. he let out a loud groan.

"mmh…you like it when i call you a bitch, huh? thought you were a good girl? so much for that." the grip he hand on your waist was harsh and painful, surely to leave bruises.

you were so lost in the pleasure until you felt a sting on your cheek. then you felt it again. he was slapping you, trying to get your attention. "hey! i’m talking to you, cum dump."

a lovesick smile painted your face. "hmm?" you whimpered out. "you think anyone can fuck you like i do? s'that why you go around, lookin' for to someone to fuck you stupid?" you shook your head, letting out a desperate moan.

"speak up," he demanded. "n—..no. i don’t!" you whined, still shaking your head. "then why the hell do you do it, huh?"

"’cause…‘cause you’re mean! they’re n—nice!" kyle let out a loud, high pitched laugh. "i don’t give a shit if i’m mean or not. still fuckin' you, aren’t i? and look at you, you’re about to cum."

then kyle pulled out, ruining your orgasm. you cried, more and more tears falling down your face. "noo! nonono!" you whined, the brattiness lacing your voice. "shut up."

kyle scooted up, stroking himself quickly before letting out a loud moan and cumming all over your face.

he sighed, pulling his pants and boxers back up, then buckling his belt again. he looked at you, smirking. "god, you’re so pretty like that. go clean up. i’ll see you down stairs." he took his glasses off your face, and wiped the few drops of his release off them, then put them on his face, pushing them up with his thumb.

he got off the bed, then left the room before you could even beg for him to let you finish.

[hwangyeddeongie]

ahhh that was such a cute yeji fic 😭 is it alright if can do a ryu version pls?

-jsj

thank you! your wish is my command ✨

ryujin x fem!reader

You have never pranked your girlfriend before. If anything, she’s always the one pranking you.

Ryujin is a tease, and there’s nothing she takes more pleasure in than annoying you to no end. You decide that you’ve had enough, and that she deserves some payback for all the times she’s poked fun at you.

You see a prank trending where people dodge their partners kisses, and you think it’s enough to at least garner a reaction from Ryujin, without being too extreme.

On the day you decide to act, Ryujin is working. You wait all day for her to come home from her company, and when she does, she looks so tired that you almost back out of the prank.

“Hi, baby,” you say as she walks through the door, but you don’t stand up to greet her like you usually do.

“Hey,” she sounds a little cautious, like she knows something is off, but not exactly what. “How was your day?”

“Mmh, fine. Yours?”

“It was okay. Yeji was a little stressed today, she ran us like the military.”

You laugh, and make your way to the kitchen.

“You hungry? I have some leftover jjajangmyeon in the fridge.”

“Sure.” She goes in to kiss you, and you swerve, playing it off as leaning down to look inside the fridge.

You hold back a laugh as she lets out a disgruntled noise, and take out the container of noodles, placing it on the counter.

You feel her press up against you, pinning you against the counter, her lips at the back of your neck. You shiver and try to scooch away, but she flips you over so you’re facing her. She seems more confused than anything, though you see the beginnings of annoyance in her eyes.

She tries to kiss you again, but you turn your head so that her lips land on your jaw instead. She frowns deeply this time.

“What’s the matter?” She asks, brows furrowed.

“Nothing,” you brush off nonchalantly.

“It’s not nothing. Did something happen?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You manage to wrestle out of her grip and grab the container of noodles to place them in the microwave. As soon as you stand back up, she grabs you by the waist and kisses you, but you pull away almost immediately. Not that you wanted to, of course. Your resolve almost disappeared the moment her lips touched yours.

“Y/n,” she starts, now visibly upset. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything,” you insist, though you start to hesitate, and it shows in the tone of your voice.

She gives you a look, one you know too well. It’s the “you better explain yourself before I really get angry” look.

“Just—if I made you upset or something, talk to me? Please? Don’t do…whatever it is you’re doing right now.”

You deflate, unable to keep up appearances in front of your girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you give in. “It was just a silly prank I saw online. I’m fine.”

Her eyes narrow.

“You think this is funny, do you?”

You blink.

“No, no, I just wanted to prank you. I’m sorry, honey.”

She softens a little.

“Hmph. Fine.”

Without warning, she grabs you by the collar and pulls you into a deep kiss. This time, you don’t evade it or fight it, instead you sigh and tangle a hand in her hair.

When she pulls away, there’s a glint of mirth in her eyes, coupled with a fire that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Don’t ever do that again. Understand?”

You nod quickly, already leaning in for another kiss.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She huffs a laugh against your lips before kissing you again. And again. And again. The jajangmyeon has gone cold, but neither of you care, too caught up in each other.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#351 Adult Film~

Then...It was the 3rd years class turn-

Yuuka*After they reviewed the SAME info with the 1st and 2nd years to the 3rd years, Sees that You got the projector ready and dim the lights of the classroom*And so now We're gonna watch...a kinda adult film~Do you think you boys are mature enough for that?~

3rd-year students*Think they are FINALLY catching a break*OH MY SEVENS YES!?I can't BELIEVE this is happening...

Idia: Y-yeah man I didn't know they're allowed to show us stuff like that!

Cater*Hums is feeling iffy*...Mmh I dont know guys...this feels sus...like a trap

Trein*Refilling his wine glass*Huh well...Glad to know at least SOMEONE is not completely stupid today...

Yuu*Winking at them*WE'RE GONNA WATCH THE MIRACLE OF LIFE!~,FILM ABOUT A LIFE BIRTH!~ENJOY!~*Hits the play button*

3rd-year students:...WHAT-AAAAAAAOOOOH!?

Idia: OMS WHAT IS THAT!?!*covering his eyes but the...SOUNDS...*

Trey:...Um...I believe that is referred to as..."Crowning"...SIR'S WHY?

Crewel*Recording their reactions smiling at him*Um~For Y'all to suffer...so I can LAUGH MHAHAHA!~

Vil & Rook: Alright men, the gentlemen' way would be at least we can do is watch this all the way thru... it's the least we can do..given we will never ever have to actually DO THAT*Both also disturbed by it but they take a breath, Rook being sure to remain smiling*

Yuuka*Snaps fingers and points at him with a smug face*EXACTLY!

Idia*Waking up after he fainted*Ok I think im doin' better-*Sees the video eyes roll back and falls to the floor again*

Lilia*Looking at him, and turns to the teacher...also wanting to join them in the drinking and laughing at the younglins*Idia fainted again!~

Cater*Looking at the straight-faced Leona & Malleus*DUDE'S HOW ARE YOU WATCHING THIS SO CALMLY!?

Leona*Completly unphased looking at the birth, learn this at a very young age, drinking from his water bottle that has "Respect Woman Juice"*...

Mal*Beside him also has a straightfaced beside him arms crossed looking at the film*...

Malleus Draconia INTERNALLY*Silently screaming on the inside*

Its the "ENJOY~"That sends rollin'...Malleus now can't look at female humans in the eyes without apologizing-

Part of 3:

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol.Ⅲ Mini Drama “Carla VS Shin”

Original title: 録り下ろしミニドラマ「カルラＶＳシン」

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol. III Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Morikawa Toshiyuki & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: The Tsukinami brothers aren’t my go-to, so I wasn’t crazy about this CD, but I’m sure that all of you T bro stans will enjoy it. It takes place in the Dark Fate timeline, so the two of them are still keen on trying to ‘cleanse’ the MC. No cute fluffy moments in this one, just a lot of blood-sucking and Carla + Shin ganging up on you. :p

You try to head out of the manor. 

*Thud* 

Carla: …You, where are you going? 

Carla approaches you as you try to explain.

Carla: For a walk, you say? Such a blatant lie. You are not allowed to leave the manor without my permission.

You ask Carla if there is a reason why he needs you here.

Carla: If I need you for anything? Is that not obvious? Your cleansing. There is nothing else I could need from you.

You try to escape. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Carla: …You sure have some nerve to try to make a run for it when I am standing right in front of you. I thought I had taught you plenty of times that there is no way for you to escape this place, but I suppose I have not made myself clear enough just yet. Very well. I shall continue to do so until it finally sinks in. Come with me.

Carla drags you away. 

*Thud* 

Carla: Why are you looking at me like that? Are you frightened? ーー Now keep still. If you move, I will kill you.

You flinch.

Carla: Heh. Perfect. 

*Rustle* 

Carla: Did you not hear me when I told you to keep still? …Do not make a sound over every single little thing.

*Rustle* 

Carla: Is it a little easier for me to sink my fangs in your neck this way? I shall give to you momentarily. 

Carla bites you. 

*Gulp gulp* 

Carla: Hah…Per usual…

*Sluuuurp* 

Carla: …Your blood is still tainted…I must cleanse it sooner rather than later, or else we could be in trouble. …Ugh. 

*Rustle* 

Carla: Oi, woman. I did not give you permission to fight back. Do you not understand what will happen to you if you do?

*Rustle* 

Carla: You should always remember how easy it is for me to snap that slender neck of yours in two. 

He continues sucking your blood. 

*Sluuuurp* 

Carla: …Hah. Hmph. So you have finally stopped resisting? You should have done so from the very beginning. Good grief, you are such a handful. 

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp gulp* 

Carla: Mmh…Hah…

*Rustle* 

Carla: Stand. I did not give you permission to rest either. 

You remain on the floor.

Carla: ーー You should offer yourself to me exactly as I tell you to. I shall not take no as an answer. Hah…

*Rustle*

Carla: …Hm. 

*Thud*

Carla: Che…So she has lost consciousness? Humans are even more weak and fragile and I thought, getting knocked out over such a short cleansing session. Hah. Ridiculous. 

Carla walks away as Shin walks by shortly after, noticing you on the floor.

Shin: Huh? That is…

*TIMESKIP*

*Thud*

Shin: Che…She still won’t wake up after carrying her all the way over here, huh? God. Just how much of her blood did Nii-san drink? 

Oh well…If she refuses to wake up, there’s only way one to do so, right? …Hah!

Shin throws you into the bath tub.

*SPLASH*

*Splash splash* 

Shin: Oh? How boring. You woke up right away. ーーOr rather, no need to panic that much, I only gave you a bath.

*Splash*

Shin: Hm? This place? It’s the bathroom. Nii-san sucked your blood earlier, didn’t he? You were laying on the floor in the hallway, so I carried you here. 

You nod in understanding.

Shin: Anyway, I didn’t think I’d find myself alone with you in the bathroom a second time. But you know…the walls here are the most soundproof…and I can cover up your scent as well, so it’s the perfect place. 

You frown.

Shin: I fail to see how I’m being ‘horrible’. I’m cleaning you, so you should be thankful instead. ーー Or rather, I don’t like how your entire body smells of Nii-san right now. Hah. He even left marks on your skin…Ahー It pisses me off. Say, why don’t you strip down for a second?

You blink in surprise. 

Shin: Did you not hear me? I told you to take off your clothes, right here, right now. 

You ask him why.

Shin: Haah!? Because they’d get in the way while I’m trying to cleanse you, duh!? Che…If you refuse to take them off yourself…I’ll strip you down instead!

You try to make a run for it.

*Splash splash*

Shin: Oi! Why are you trying to get away!? …Che, you sure have some nerve to try and escape me! ーー Seems like you’re in need of a punishment, rather than a cleansing. 

He corners you.

*Thud*

*SPLASH*

Shin: Hah! You look like a hot mess! If you had just listened to me, you wouldn’t have ended up soaked wet. See!? 

*SPLASH*

Shin: Ugh…

*Splash*

Shin: So, how is it to have someone force your face down the water? Hard to breathe? Look at you coughing, poor thing.

You shiver.

Shin: …Haah? What’s the problem? You’ve been shaking like a leaf this whole time. Are you cold? I mean, I guess you’re drenched in cold water. Or are you perhaps shivering in fear?  Either way, I’m not letting you go just yet, remember that very well. 

He takes in your scent.

Shin: …I guess a little water isn’t enough to get rid of the scent. In that case, I suppose I have no other choice but to do it myself. …Say, show me…where Nii-san bit you.

You refuse. 

Shin: Don’t fight back…! Ugh…

*Splash splash* 

Shin: Che…I was going to actually have some mercy on you, but if you want to get the rough treatment that badly, your wish is my command. …Come on, get up on your feet! How long are you going to stay here crouched down!? Ughーー!

*SPLASH*

Shin: Ughー!

*RIIIIIIP*

Shin: Making me go through all this extra trouble…

Shin bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: ーー Hah! What are you screaming for? Did it really hurt that much just now? I guess it did. I’m making it painful on purpose after all. 

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: Nnh…Nn…Che…Your blood is as disgusting as ever…On top of that, your neck is covered in Nii-san’s mark, it’s making me gag. …Tsk. I’m more than capable of cleansing you myself without having to rely on Nii-san’s help! ーー Say, turn your back my way. I’ll suck from there next. 

You turn around.

Shin: Heh. Seems like Nii-san didn’t get to this place, as expected. I couldn’t have asked for more. 

Shin bites your back. 

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: Nn…Mmh…For the millionth time…Stop making a fuss. I need to make some progress here before Nii-san catches oーー

Carla approaches them.

Carla: You are making quite the fuss, Shin. 

Shin: …! Nii-san…!

Carla: What are you doing over there? 

Shin: Haha~ What do you mean? I’m cleansing her. I figured I’d lend you a hand.

Carla: Hooh. And you needed to put her in the bath for that?

Shin: Yeah. I figured that the water would help rinse off all dirt and speed up the cleansing procedure. 

Carla: Speed up the cleansing, you say? Heh. Sounds exactly like an excuse you would come up with. That being said, you appear to be quite flustered? 

Shin: …Good grief. Like you’re in any position to talk. You’re asking me all these questions, even though you’ve already got me figured out. It’s true that I want to aid in her cleansing…but you’re the last person I want to leave in charge of it.

Carla: Heh. Seems like you are no longer hiding your true intentions either. Cleansing her is my duty as the King of Founders. However…I suppose it is fine. I shall give you special permission to cleanse her alongside me tonight.

Shin: Hah. ‘Permission’, huh? Oh well, I guess I can roll with that for now. I understand, Nii-san. As you wish.

Carla: Hmph. 

Shin: You should rejoice. Nii-san and I will cleanse you together today. ーー Ah, don’t go fainting on us halfway through, okay? That’d be awfully dull. 

You frown.

Shin: Oh, also, don’t be having reckless thoughts about running away either. So, Nii-san, what should I do? 

Carla: Keep her restrained. 

Shin: Eeh? So I have to get inside the tub as well? 

Carla: Do you have an issue with that? 

Shin: Nah, not really. Yeah, yeah, just gotta get in, right? …There we go. 

*Splash* 

Shin: Ahー! Cold! …I get why you are shivering now. …Haha!

He approaches you. 

Shin: Gotcha. …Better behave, okay? …Nii-san, this should do, right? 

Carla: Yes. That will work just fine. ーー Oi, woman. Look over here. 

*Rustle*

Heh. You look rather pathetic right now. Now then, surrender your body to me. We are continuing your cleansing. I sunk my fangs into your neck earlier, did I not? In that case…Let me move a bit lower this time. 

*Rustle* 

Carla: Your heart is beating rather quickly. Almost as if it is begging for my fangs.

*Splash splash* 

Carla: Very well. I shall bite you over here. 

Carla bites you. 

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp* 

Carla: Hah…

*Splash* 

Shin: ーー Woah there. Keep still. …Or rather, it’s up to you whether you want to move or not, but who knows what will happen if you make a bad move and Nii-san’s fangs stab you in the heart? 

Your face goes pale.

Shin: Ah…That’s not a bad expression you’re making right now. I can’t get enough of seeing your face twist in fear.

Carla: Nn…Hah…Oi, Shin. If you have the time to spout nonsense, at least make sure you are keeping her properly restrained. 

Shin: Yeah, yeah, I know.

Carla continues to suck your blood. 

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Shin: Hehe. I mean, watching your face scrunch up in pain isn’t bad, but boredom’s starting to kick in.

Shin bites you as well. 

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: Nn…

Carla: Mm…Oi, Shin, what are you doing? I believe I told you to keep her pinned down? 

Shin: …Nnh, yeah, I know. I’m doing that, aren’t I? …But you know, I’m pretty sure that if both of us suck her blood, it’ll speed up the cleansing, so let me join in on the fun. Nn…

*Sluuuurp*

Carla: …Do as you please. However, do not make her faint. 

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: …Hah. Of course, I know that, Nii-san. 

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: Ah…Hah…

Carla: Hmph. ーー Oi, woman. Look at me. Hahn…

*Sluuuurp*

Carla: Hah…Who is the one bestowing pain upon you right now? 

You answer. 

Carla: Exactly. So do not dare react to anyone else’s fangs. 

Shin: Excuse me, Nii-san? You don’t have to go that far, do you? I’m right here as well, remember? 

You whimper.

Shin: What are you moaning for? Are you feeling good from both of us biting you?

You shake your head. 

Shin: You don’t sound very convincing while making an expression like that. I can’t believe you’re getting off from the pain…You might actually be insane. Hahaha!

Carla: Shin. Enough nonsense. Focus on the cleansing. 

Shin: Mmh. You’re right. Well then…Where to bite you next? Hah? This arm over here seems ideal. 

*Rustle* 

Shin: Ah, godー Why are wet clothes so difficult to take off? What a pain! 

*RIIIIP*

Shin: Aah, my bad! I accidentally clawed at it, tearing it apart. Although now it’s much easier to bite you.

*Sluuuurp*

Carla: I doubt switching up the place will alter the taste in any way. It will taste just as foul as always. 

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: …Hah. You’re right. 

*Splash* 

Shin: Hey, you. Why are you trying to take a break? 

Carla: Woman. Your cleansing has not ended yet. It is too early to rest.

Shin: Ahーah, it’s no use. She has fainted again. How many times has this happened today?

Carla: I suppose she did not last after all. Although that was to be expected

Shin: However, who knows when we’ll be done at this rate.

Carla: I do not mind. We simply have to keep on going until she is fully cleansed. 

Shin: Heh. I suppose you are right. 

Carla: Shin. Carry her to her bedroom. We will continue afterwards. 

Shin: Gotcha, Nii-san. 

*Splash splash*

Carla: Better brace yourself…for when you wake up again. 

Shin: Try to at least enjoy your dreams while they last. Hehe…Hahaha…Ahahaha!

ーー THE END ーー

[nyx-aira]

Because the dear @signoraviolettavalery was craving some vampire!bojan content I continued this little (well not little anymore oops) snippet of Jan and his long hair

Yesssss! Bojan feels so guilty for not noticing but also is so grateful for Jure and how Jan can open up to him. To someone that is not above him in standing (although technical he still would be probably because I think the older brides have more "power")

And the dress thing yes yes yes

The sun was shining bright as Jan and Bojan arrived at Martin's castle. Many summer days were spent together and no matter how much Jan tried to protest sometimes they always arrived before sundown, Bojan explicitly stating he wanted Jan to spend some time with Jure out in the sun. And even though he'd never admit it out loud, he loved the hours with Jure just sitting on the terrace or exploring the gardens of the manor.

When they arrived Jure was already sitting outside under a big apple tree, waving at Jan and Bojan while Bojan hurried inside the open doors to the library to greet Martin. Jure was wearing a light summer dress, white with blue flowers and bows as straps. The dress was moving with the wind and speed as Jure ran up to Jan and wrapped him in a hug as warm as the sun itself.

"You look stunning." He said against his ear and rested his head on Jan's shoulder.

Jure, as Jan had found out once he had been able to let his guard down around him, absolutely loved physical contact and Jan's heart always swelled with pride whenever Jure gave him one of his warm hugs or nudged his arm or even, on very rare occasions, kissed his cheek.

That's why Jan wanted to smile at his compliment, tell him how absolutely amazing he looked and spend a lovely day outside and then have a great night with his husband and Martin. But he couldn't. Because as sincere as the compliment was it still made his skin crawl somehow. The deep purple dress he was in had off the shoulders sleeves and a long slit up his thigh, it was of a lighter material, yes, but the wine red corset was making it difficult to breathe, his vision swimming as he remembered the last time he wore that dress.

And how it had ended.

"Jan?" Jure's voice ripped him out of his panic. Blue eyes stared at him with so much care and worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked and Jan couldn't speak, he just wanted the dress gone, subconsciously pulling at his corset. Off off off.

Jure's eyes turned soft as they tracked his movement and a gentle hand stopped him from worrying the fabric even more.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs and get changed, mmh." He said and gently pulled Jan along, knowing exactly what was going on without Jan saying anything. Jure was a gift he didn't deserve.

Jure's chambers were messy, closet open and dresses strewn around as papers fluttered in the breeze of the open window.

"Can you get out on your own or do you want me to help?" He asked and Jan just nodded, hoping Jure would catch what he was implying. His hands were shaking so much he probably could even do anything without help at the moment.

Slowly Jure undid the laces, his hands careful not to wrap around his waist and Jan wanted to cry even more at that. Slowly the bodice slipped down to the floor and finally he was able to breath again.

Jure gently made him sit down and soon a weight settled besides him.

"You know," Jure started, "before Martin I had never worn a dress before."

He looked down, playing with the stitched on flowers of his dress.

"But being a bride, getting married, changed everything. There were rules to obey and one of them was the dresses."

Jan saw Jure starting to fidget with his wedding ring.

"I had always been a bit different and although it was new and something unknown I had learned to love it. Turned it into something that was me."

He stared at his ring with a loving gaze.

"I'm wearing this because it makes me feel safe and comfortable, not because someone told me to. And Martin thinking I look pretty is just another plus." He winked.

"But even if he thought it was the ugliest piece of clothing known to mankind I would still wear it and he would let me. Because it is my decision. It is my body."

That was what broke Jan. Ugly sobs ripping out of his chest, crying for all the years he had never had a choice, had been nothing but a doll, there to be dressed up just for it to be ripped off again some time after. He grieved for all the things he could never do, the autonomy he never had and the decisions that were never his to make. And Jure was there. Jure with his warm smile and gentle hands, soothing voice and so much love for him, Jan once again thought he didn't deserve him.

It took a while for him to calm down again, for the sobs to subside and the tears to stop rolling. But when he was calm again, Jure gently pulled him to his closet, filled with all the types of dresses one could imagine and more.

And out of the depths of silks and satins he pulled something that Jan couldn't describe as anything other than what it was. Perfect.

A pair of flowy light pants, a deep rich earthy brown with a small golden butterfly stitched onto the waistband and a white blouse with long ruffled sleeves and see-through details, closed with a row of neat ivory buttons. It was stunning.

Jan held his breath as Jure closed the last button, never ever having felt so light in his life. Tears were blurring his vision as he looked at himself in the mirror, Jure's gentle hand placing a flower from his nightstand behind his ear. It wasn't perfect, two of the leaves already welting and not symmetrical. But those imperfections made it perfect.

"I must correct myself," Jure whispered from where he was standing besides Jan with a small smile on his face, "before you looked stunning, now you look simply not from this world."

Any other time these compliments would've made Jan's skin crawl, the intention behind them making him swallow down his tears and soldier on. But from Jure he knew they were sincere, that he meant every word. Once again tears fell this evening as Jan pulled him into his arms, feeling so grateful for the companion he had found in him.

"Thank you." He whispered as they pulled apart and Jan looked into teary blue eyes.

"You're glowing, Jan, and it is such a good look on you."

And as Bojan and Martin sat in the library they suddenly heard laughter ringing through the corridors as a grinning Jure slid into the room, laughing as he ran out into the garden, Jan close behind and chasing him as they ran towards the lake at the far end of the garden, their laughter echoing loud and clear through the trees.

Bojan couldn't believe it, slowly turning to Martin with tears brimming in his eyes.

"Am I dreaming?" He whispered as his eyes tracked the now small silhouettes disappearing into the endless gardens.

"Martin, tell me I'm not dreaming." He pleaded as he looked at Martin wide eyed.

"You're not." He said, voice breaking as he tried to see his Jure once again making a miracle come true.

"How does he do it?" Bojan asked as he looked outside in awe.

"I don't know," Martin mused, fondly twirling his wedding ring, "you and I both know he always had a way with people."

Martin carefully put down the wine glass that was threatening to slip out of Bojan’s fingers.

"But it isn't only him that is making Jan finally dare to explore himself again. It's you too, Bojan." Martin said and continued as Bojan just looked at him.

"If he wouldn't feel like you would support his decisions, he wouldn't be seduced to mischief and trying out new things by Jure. Without you showing him he can explore, he wouldn't do it with Jure."

Martin pulled Bojan into his arms and softly brushed a tear from his cheek.

"You're doing an amazing job, my little flower."

[gatitties]

Please please please part 10 of the seijoh manager!!!

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: you were trying to have a relaxing afternoon playing minecraft with the team and ended up making a new friend

─Warnings: none

It's your lucky day because I was thinking of updating this miniseries soon so… 👀

9 < 10 > 11

You sat on your chair, turning around a couple of times until decided that you should enter the Discord voice chat that you shared with the guys on the team, you didn't use it much, but it was fine when you all had to discuss some things about training. But today you weren't here for any of that. You clicked on the group icon, immediately being greeted by different voices.

"Are we all here?"

"I don't understand why I'm doing this."

"It will be fun Iwa-chan!"

You sighed silencing the group until you could enter the game,you had been very addicted these last few days playing Minecraft, so much so that you proposed to create a server to be able to connect with friends and play. You clicked on the logo waiting several minutes, when it was loaded you went back to Discord to let them know that they could enter the world now but you only heard screams and screams from your classmates calling you.

"(N)?"

"(Nn)? Have you forsaken us?"

"She's been online the whole time."

"Is she muted? It doesn't surprise who would want to listen to shittikawa?""

"Hey! shut up, I'll make a better house than yours and then I'll hunt you Iwa-chan!"

"That, that! Show him who's boss Oikawa."

Matsukawa's laughter was heard, encouraging the rivalry between friends.

"I don't think Iwaizumi will be defeated so easily, right?"

"I'll kill that idiot and have the best house."

"I bet on Oikawa."

"Huh? Really Makki? then I go for Iwaizumi."

"Oi don't bet on us!"

"Makki you have made a good choice! but what exactly are we betting?"

"Mmh, now that you mention it I don't know, any ideas guys?"

"Whoever loses pays for a dinner for the whole team."

Both parts agreed with the proposal that Kunimi had made, immediately reaching a deal, chaos would return to the chat if it weren't for a grunt and a blow, creating a silence, which you took advantage of to speak.

"Guys, you can join the server now."

"I'll win against Iwa-chan so that he and Mattsun pay!"

"I don't think it was a good idea to agree to join."

"Yahaba, don't be so negative, I'll help you with your house and get materials."

"Thank you (N), I really adore you."

"Could I also have some help?"

"Sure Kindaichi, I guess I'll have to help you with the main thing."

You all started with the basics, gather some wood, kill a couple of sheep, create a small house until it got dark. Right now you were playing alone without using voice chat, you were concentrating on mining until you heard an explosion followed by a message in the in-game chat.

[King_Oikawa has been blown up by a creeper]

You couldn't help but giggle as watched your companions foolishly die one after the other because of the creatures of the night.

[Makkinotfound has been killed by a zombie]

[Yahaba_pro has tried swimming in lava]

[xXKentaroXx has drowned]

[Mattsun777 exploded]

[Iwaplay has fallen from a very high place]

You came out of your house armed with a stone sword, killing some zombies and skeletons, you met the first year boys who were trying not to get killed by a mini zombie that was running around like a demon. You got into a voice chat where only the three of you were, you were trying to help them.

"Help us please, we haven't finished the house yet."

"Sure, what do you need?"

"How do you make a torch?"

"Oh, Kunimi, let me guide you while Kindaichi finishes filling that hole with this."

You tossed Kindaichi some wood, then you explain to his partner how to craft some things, Kunimi really got interested in how to build a bed while the turnip boy was trying not to get hit by arrows. After a long while and ending up helping the third year pranksters a bit as well, you muted the voice chat again. You frowned looking at the game screen where a new message had appeared, apparently no one had noticed that another person had entered the game.

[Applepie has entered]

'I forgot to put a password to the server? what if they're a hacker or something? Nah.'

[(N): hello??]

[Applepie: oh I think I got the wrong serv]

[(N): don't worry, at least you're not a hacker or something]

[(N): or so I hope…]

[Applepie: I'm not]

[Applepie: Some servers are down and I thought this would be fine, your IP was open]

[(N): well it's just a server between friends, but you can stay and play :)]

[Applepie: thanks]

[Applepie: I think I'll stay, no lag here]

[(N): feel comfortable in Seijoland]

[Applepie: I will]

[(N): maybe we could talk on discord? If you don't mind of course]

[(N): I would like to have a internet friend]

[Applepie: ok]

You practically spent the whole afternoon playing with the boy named Kenma, you both had a good time, apparently had some things in common.

"Then he left me in the tree for an hour."

"I should meet your friends, they seem interesting."

You laughed at Kenma's story, according to a very tall boy from his club, he left him on the branch of a tree to take a picture of him as if he were a kitten but forgot to come back for him.

"Your friends also seem… curious."

"Believe me, you couldn't bear to spend much time with them."

[King_Oikawa: i just finished my house]

[King_Oikawa: mattsun and Iwa will be paying the team a dinner!!]

[Mattsun777: sorry dude, i don't think so]

A 'tss' followed by an in-game explosion was heard, the characters of Kenma and you looked at each other silently wondering the same thing in their minds.

"Did they just blow up the house of that 'King Oikawa'?"

"Yeah, they're betting."

"I guess they take it very seriously."

"No one wants to pay a dinner for the entire team."

"Understandable."

You two continued to ignore the boys chatting about Oikawa's house, while you asked your online friend for help to build something like an area so they could fight for that dinner. The rest of the team seemed to be starting to understand the game more so they were exploring everything without any help from their manager.

"Kenma, are you playing again?"

A faint voice came over the call, as Kenma's character stopped.

"Don't you have to bother Lev or something?"

"No, I like to bother you." the voice was getting closer to the microphone "Are you playing with someone else?"

"Yes."

You laughed at the clear irritation of your recent friend, catching the newcomer's attention.

"Hey? Are you playing with a girl?"

"Yeah, and she's listening to you, so shut up."

"Hello! I'm Ku-"

There was a blow followed by curses, several whispers, and finally Kenma spoke again, irritation spilling over his tone.

"I'm disconnecting now, my friend is very annoying."

"Okay, see you Kenma."

"Bye (N)."

Before he could hang up you heard a scream over the line.

"Now I know her name!"

Returning to your team who were still arguing over who should pay, you decided that was enough. You went through all the houses not understanding how Mattsun and Makki had built a bunker out of diamond blocks, Kunimi and Kindaichi had accidentally burned down their house for trying to make a Nether portal, or how Kyotani was chasing Yahaba with a bucket of lava because apparently he had accidentally killed Kentaro's dog. You blinked a few times to laugh out loud hitting your desk and inadvertently joining the voice call again.

"What is (N) laughing at?"

"From your trash home Iwa-chan."

"The only garbage here is you."

[Iwaplay has killed King_Oikawa]

"Hey! That's cheating."

When your laughing fit stopped, you were able to speak correctly, still with a mocking smile on face, trying to stabilize yourself, since it began to hurt your chest from laughing so much.

"Guys, why are your houses totally blown up?"

Apparently neither Iwaizumi nor Oikawa were near their houses because just hearing what you said they screamed in surprise.

"WHAT?"

"NOO my house dude!"

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Rengoku x Male Reader

Rengoku is taking a walk within the garden and he stumbles upon his S/O playing with a cat that appeared in the garden, he can’t help but take in their beauty and after a few minutes of staring, decides to approach. The two share a soft moment together

Warnings: Fluff, so much fucking fluff

The breeze wrapped around Rengoku as he took his evening stroll about the Master’s Mansion. He had just gotten done with a meeting with the other Hashira. He sighed deeply. It was always so calm and quiet these days, well, most days. Some days Tengen would find him and follow him, ranting on about how flashy he was, and sometimes asked Rengoku if he would come to his “flashy party”. 

Rengoku huffed out a small laugh at the memory’s that were so similar to each other, a record on repeat. For a while that’s what this started to feel like, just a repeat everyday. He didn’t mind it much, not at first. It wasn't until his father had so wonderfully mentioned that this was to be the rest of his life, and of course when doing so he was in a drunken stupor. That night he couldn't stop thinking about it. It gave him the burden of unraveling his own feelings with that notion. He was only human after all, and spending the rest of his life carrying what felt like the world on his back felt like too much.

And then it passed, he accepted that this would be his life, and that unlike his father, he would live each day without regret. His feet crunched under the loose gravel. He took in a deep breath, the garden smelled so nice. The flowers had just bloomed not too long ago. 

The gravel became a soft percussion to the faint hum that drifted over the plants. That definitely wasn’t there before. Curious he followed, he had a feeling he knew exactly who the voice was. And when he rounded a tree and turned the corner. He was right in who he thought it would be. There sitting on the stone bench, gently petting a calico cat, was Y/N. A beam of light that shone brightly for him every day.

Rengoku felt his chest warm at the sight of his significant other, the two had met years ago, training with one another in their first years of being in the Demon Slayer Core. They did everything together, that was until he became a Hashira. And for a while, Rengoku became a teacher to Y/n, since he became Hashira first, but with his patience and encouragement, in no time at all, he was able to catch up with Rengoku.

Now both of them worked together once more, neither found without the other. His eyes traveled his lovers figure, the man leaning forward and slouching slightly, his hands looked too gentle petting the cat. 

“Kyojuro, it’s not nice to stare…” The man’s soft voice carried out, a gentle song that he could somehow hear even with his bad ears. His eyes continued to be fixated on the cat.

“Ah, sorry my dove! I did not mean to-” All it took was one look, a faint smirk on the mans face as he gazed up from his lashes. Rengoku smiled warmly, he felt blood rush to his cheeks, “Oh, alright…”

Y/n pat the seat beside him as he continued petting the loudly purring cat. Rengoku took up his offer sitting beside him, and held his hand out for the cat to sniff him. Their cold nose touched his fingers, and pulled back, a look of uncertainty in their eyes before they rubbed their fluffy face on his hand. He let out a small chuckle, not wanting to scare the cat while he scratched the cat’s chin, “It’s funny… After all these years you still seem to have an effect on me,” He admitted aloud.

 Out of the corner of his eye he saw Y/n’s head whip up to look at him, “And what effect might that be?”

Rengoku takes a moment to think before lifting his own head to meet their eyes, “You make me feel like I’m floating whenever I’m near you…”

His face lights up and becomes red, “Kyujaro… that’s the cheesiest shit you’ve said to me yet…”

What a beautiful sight he was.

“Mmh… speaking of I think food sounds wonderful!” He exclaims standing up from the bench. He reaches his hand down to Y/n, “Would you care to join me, dove?” 

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter One

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Mind Fuckery (Possessive Boi Morpheus), Mental Health Discussion, Medication Discussion.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’.

Word Count: ~2.4k

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You remember the summers you spent at your grandfathers’ manor quite well. The large stone building and sprawling grounds were massive, with plenty of space for you to roam, and roam you had. As a child, your imagination ran rampant and your dreams even more so. You had so much freedom your parents would have been mortified, well, you could go where you pleased save for one location: the basement. Naturally, you were curious about what was down there. But grandpapa Alex told you that a monster was locked away and he didn’t want you to get hurt going down there. 

It made sense with all of the guards coming and going in shifts, so you had left it alone and never spoke of it again. But then the dreams started coming, they were of a place that seemed to be rotting away to black and gray. Splendor to ruin. A kingdom crumbling without its ruler. Those dreams had made you afraid as a child. In fact, it had gotten so bad that your parents had to come and retrieve you because you were so terrified of sleeping for fear of dreaming about that decaying and dismal place. You had stopped visiting the manor at ten, terrified of what was in that basement and what came to your dreams at night. It had taken hundreds of sessions with a therapist and medication to rid your child mind of those dreams.  

Now an adult, you were less inclined to take the medication. You were an adult and you knew that dreams were exactly that, dreams. Why did you need to fear them when upon waking up they would no longer be real? So you stopped taking them and moved on from that chapter of your life. If only things were that simple. 

“Come on, Y/N, it’s Friday, we’re at the club, we look hot, relax a little will you?” Jemima protested from where she sat across from you, drink in hand. The Friday after work you had been dragged out by Jemima, your childhood best friend, and coworker, to the club to let loose from a stressful work week. “You aren’t still thinking about your ex, are you?” 

“Mmh?” You sounded, your eyebrow lifting as you rested your chin in your palm. “Oh, no, totally over that twat. I’m glad he’s gone if I’ll be honest. He was a lazy sod I was glad to kick to the corner. Kind of embarrassed that I dated him in the first place actually.”

“Then what’s on your mind babe? You’ve been spacing out a lot lately.” Jemima returned, setting down her drink. “You aren’t acting like yourself.”

“Nothing, really, I’ve just been thinking a lot about my childhood lately… don’t exactly know why.” You said with a shrug. “I keep feeling like I should visit my grandfathers', I haven’t been since I was ten.”

“So… why don’t you?” You hadn’t thought about that. Deep down inside you was that yearning to visit, a strong urge to go into that basement and find out what had terrified you so much as a child. But your conditioning was so strong you had been unconsciously resisting the idea even as an adult. 

“Honestly I have no idea, my parents told me that I was to never go back, nightmares and all. I’ve kind of just accepted that I should just stay away. Plus, you know I’m busy with work.” 

“But you loved Fawny Rig! You raved about it when we were children. Are you really going to let your parents tell you what to do now that you’re an adult? Babe, you're a grown-ass woman. Live a little, I’m sure Paul and Alex would love to see you.” You tilted your head to the side, honestly thinking about her words. Yes, you were an adult, and no, your parents couldn’t control what you did anymore. Besides, what they didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt them.

“Alright, I’ll pen it in when I get to work on Monday.” You told her, your mindset and that gut feeling, finally appeased. Jemima beamed at you and picked her glass up. 

“Excellent, now that we’ve gotten that business out of the way, can we finally let loose and have a little fun, you look like you need a proper fuck.” You snorted and rolled your eyes. 

“I didn’t come here to have a one-night stand, Jem,” She shrugged at you before pointing to the bar. It was only half filled with men and women, but in half an hour it would be packed with patrons wanting their beer and chips.

“No, but you did come to have fun, at the very least go kiss someone. You need a good snog, Y/N.” You had to resist rolling your eyes a second as you slipped from where you sat and headed for the bar. It was time to get a drink in hand, preferably your favorite, and forget about all your troubles and stress. 

Alcohol ran through your veins like blood as you laughed at what Sam, the man who had managed to charm you enough to hold your attention, had said.

“So I told him if he didn’t want to botch up the job he should have just told me. Pretty sure the lad isn’t just a prick, but a fucking cactus.” Your laugh dissolved into giggles while you gripped your stomach. 

“My God, how in the bloody hell have you put up with him this long? He sounds worse than my ex and he was a piece of work.” Sam’s eyebrow went up and curiosity filled his soft brown eyes. 

“Oh?” You took another sip of your current drink and shook your head at the ridiculous your relationship had been. 

“Believe me, I’m wondering why I stayed with him for so long, he’s the type where if you listen to him long enough, you start to wonder who ties his shoelaces for him. Absolutely useless. Wanker can’t even boil water for tea.“

“That's why you’re here tonight drowning your drinks like they’re water?” 

“I’m not the type to cry over a twat like him, my mother taught me better than that.” You responded before lazily shifting your gaze to where Jem was dancing with her chosen man of the night. “Jem, my best friend who came with me tonight, brought me to unload after a stressful week at work.” 

You both looked at her for a few moments. She was obviously enjoying her time and not worried or stressed at all. Envy nipped at your heart, you wished you could be as carefree as Jemima was. She hardly seemed to have any troubles in life, and if she did she just breezed past them like they never happened. 

“I’m a little envious of how she can just let all of her stress go.” You sighed. “My life would be so much easier if I could do that.” 

“You make it sound like you are a bore, Y/N.” 

“Am I not?” You returned with a raised eyebrow. Sam tilted his head to the side and studied you, his eyes not really revealing what he was thinking. 

“No, I don’t think so. Care for a dance love? You look like you could use more stress relieving.” Releasing your drink, you grabbed the front of his shirt and slipped from the bar stool you had occupied for the last hour. 

“Come on, Brown Eyes, let the de-stressing commence.” Sam laughed as you dragged him to the dance floor and twirled in a circle. He took your hand and pulled your body against his as your body swayed to the beat of the latest song. You weren’t familiar with the song but the beat was nice and easy to dance to, so you let yourself get lost in the music and the light scent of Sam’s cologne. 

The alcohol you had drunk surely helped with the nagging feeling deep in your gut and Sam provided a wonderful distraction you were all happy to indulge in. As the songs progressed your hands migrated upwards to wrap around his neck and you leaned your head against his chest. Song after song, the lights in the club twisted together in a kaleidoscope of colors. Sam was a temptation and you wanted to kiss that temptation until it was all you could think about. Sam finally dipped and you stretched. 

Your lips connected and alcohol mixed with beer. Odd combination but you didn’t care, Sam’s lips were pleasant and delicate against yours. It was a feeling and experience you missed, but it didn’t entirely sate that need for comfort and intimacy. Beggars couldn’t be choosers and you were content to take what you could from what Sam was offering. So you did.

You sunk your fingers into his hair, wrapping them around his strands and tugging on them while his lips worked themselves across your own and drew out little delights. Sam’s hand slipped across your lower back and pulled you closer to him. He tugged at your lower lip and parted your slightly tingling lips, you let him sweep into your mouth with the same delicate precision he had when simply kissing you. 

Your body trembled in delight, glad to have some form of genuine affection that didn’t come from a place of deception and disinterest. Sam then brushed a hand up your side, staying respectable as he reached your cheek and stroked your jaw with his thumb. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh against his lips, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. 

“I don’t normally kiss strangers I meet at the club, Sam.” You told him, your eyes twinkling with mischief and your lips begging to return to his. Deviousness sparkled in his brown ones as his lovely lips curved into a partial smile. 

“Didn’t stop you from kissing back.” He returned with hesitation, still holding you against his chest delicately. You dropped your eyes down to the hand you had resting over his heart and drummed your fingertips against his shirt. 

“Consider me charmed,” You mused with a soft smile. “But I hardly think snogging in the middle of the dance floor is appropriate.” 

Sam’s eyebrow went up and his eyes didn’t stray from yours. 

“That’s not stopping everyone else from doing so, fairly sure they’ve forgotten where they are…” His comment was filled with humor and you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh. 

“I’m not that open with my affections, you can fix that if you want.” Sam was tugging you through the crowd by your hand in seconds as you giggled. You passed Jemima and her man of choice and cackling, her hand darted out and landed straight on your arse. You snorted in laughter, jumping forwards at the sting while glancing over your shoulder at Jemima. She had a massive grin on her face and was cackling her head off. You shot her a dirty look before disappearing into the edge of the crowd, breaking free of the dancing people. 

Now free of the overheated bodies, you and Sam stumbled around each other, heading in the direction of a much quieter corner of the club. Back hitting a wall, Sam’s lips found yours once more. The entire time you kissed he never once was pushy or overbearing, no, he stayed gentle and delicate. You could appreciate that because you never once felt like you were being smothered by his desires. Your fingers scratched at his shirt and dug into his hair, tugging and pulling at what you could grasp. Lost in the feeling of being wanted once more, you barely noticed that Sam’s kisses had turned deeper, more demanding, and less delicate. You weren’t being smothered but you could definitely tell that Sam was now kissing you in slight desperation. Like he too was grasping for what little affection he could get.

The grasp on your jaw tightened, pulling your lips closer to his and you were all too happy to respond. Your fingers pushed through silky hair and your nails scraped against his scalp. Lips ravished yours with desperation, migrating to your jaw, and you found yourself floating away in a reverie of daze and delight. Letting out a small moan, your back arched and your chest pressed again his. Soft hair brushed against your cheek as lips migrated to your neck. His lips were now exploring the skin of your neck, softly and yet with barely restrained want. He was holding back and you could feel it. Your eyelids fluttered open, and staring up at the hazy lights overhead, it took you a few moments to make sense of what you were seeing.

The room was dark, its occasional flashing lights gone. There was a dampness in the air you could now feel, there was even a smell of must… but your surroundings weren’t what brought a shiver up your spine. It was the silky black hair you had in your grasp. A beautiful raven black longer than the strands you had previously been grasping and tugging. Not the shorter chocolate brown hair Sam had. Your heart leaped in your chest, taking off at an almost painfully fast pace. You weren’t kissing Sam anymore, but something else entirely. With shaky breathing, your eyes slowly moved downwards to the man now gently nipping at the underside of your jaw. Your eyes met intense silver-blue ones, and the moment you realized what was going on, you jerked back against the wall. 

The world around you distorted and returned to the club, pulsating lights and music and all, and with a frown, Sam looked at you in concern. He touched your cheek, his thumb lightly running across your cheekbone. 

“Y/N, you okay love?” You blinked rapidly, reaching up to run your fingers over your neck, still feeling those kisses against your skin like haunting echoes. Like they had been real. “You spaced out for a moment…” 

Letting out a heavy breath and feeling your heart rate slowly ebbing to a normal pace, you slumped back against the wall. 

“Sorry, my mind got distracted.” You replied breathlessly, shaken to the core but trying to hold a calm and collected demeanor. You nervously chucked. “I don’t think the alcohol is helping either.” 

“Better get some water in you then, love,” Sam replied, returning the chuckle as he guided you back to the bar. He was the perfect gentleman, helping you up into a seat and ordering you water. While he talked with the bartender, you watched him, a growing new pit of dread forming in your stomach and one thought on your mind: he was back, and you had a feeling that this time, you weren’t going to be able to get rid of him with medication.

Date Published: 8/15/22

Last Edit: 4/25/23

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[terresdebrume]

There's a. Trend that bothers me in post Man City Roy/Jamie fics and it's this tendency to like. Suddenly remove any conflict between them?

It's like. Roy sees Jamie be verbally abused, hugs him, and then... Immediately goes into full protective acts of service mode, constantly being soft and patient and understanding while Jamie suddenly cries all the time and expresses what he wants without seeming to have much of a difficulty with it aside from being unsure he deserves it

Which like. These are not personality changes exactly, they just feel like they like... Sand off too many of the edges imo

As in, like, Sunflower does it better than the fandom in this case imo, because Roy's still a grumpy ass and Jamie's still a dick, and they're getting closer but in a way that feels more... Idk, plausible, so to speak

Of course, I'm aware most of the aforementioned fics were written before Sunflower came out so that reference wasn't there to help, but at the same time it's like. Changing is hard and takes time, even if you really want to.

Roy was still difficult and prickly with Keeley, a d he still sometimes takes his nerves out on Jamie, and Jamie is still a bit of an ass with Roy sometimes even if he's visibly feeling better and more comfortable with everyone around

Idk it's just. Yeah, some changes happen fast and radical like, all but also some shit just hangs on and it's...Mmh. weird to me when fics don't seem to remember that. Idk.