#but shush it's gonna be shiny

[nabesthetics]

screw US shipping prices. I'm making my own heckin Arcana merch

[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - minors DNI !)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x f! reader - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 , 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: "𝐒𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗…

...Don't you think that's strange?"

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 / 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark content ahead!, explicit content, dubcon, graphic content, dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, HEAVY degradation, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, anal sex (hardcore anal btw), multiple rounds, Jaekyung putting it in every hole you have, creampie (anal), insults /nicknames (Doc, slut, whore, etc...)

𝐰.𝐜: 1,2k.

𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

'I see you've made up your mind, doc...'

The husky voice came from behind your shoulder.

'...If that's the case, then hurry and strip to your underwear. Haven't got the whole night for this.'

He wanted to get it over with and frankly so did you. If you could skip to the moment he plows into you like a beast in heat you would. Your self-restraint slipped through your fingertips as you pulled your shirt over your head. As it did for seeing him undress and toss his luxurious bathrobe with no care. He pulled his boxers just low enough for his shaft to bounce free and towered over you with his erection in your face.

'suck.' He shamelessly pressed it against your lips, raven eyes locked with yours. And so you obeyed, taking him straight into your throat.

'See my size, hmm? oughtta get that throat nice and ready, miss doc.'

His girth stretched the corners of your mouth as soon as he pushed it in. The calloused hand grabbed your head and pulled it into his shaved pubes. You could feel his veins pulsing against your throat as his skilled fingers tugged on your locks.

Your chest instantly swelled at the lack of air, hearing him growl the deepest 'Mhh fuck! so fucking tight...'. He yanked your head back at once, almost making you throw up. the shiny strings of saliva still pulled your lips to his still throbbing tip.

'Not half bad, miss. But I ain't cumming in your mouth tonight.' He smirked, chest rising and falling as he tried his best to hold back .

His lips pursed together, spitting a load straight on your tongue and smearing it over your mouth before grabbing your jaw between his fingers with a maniac grimace on his face.

'If only Coach and the rest of the black team knew what our doc does in her free time...' He chuckled and smacked your cheek.

'If only they got to watch 'Miss perfect' slobber on this cock like a whore.'

His vile words jabbed at your pride, almost making your tears spill out, but you still had it in yourself to defy him.

'I'm not the one with the sex jinx...'

'Oh, got ourselves some attitude too, huh?'...

He slammed you down on the bed and sat on top of you, blocking your legs between his and forcing your jaw open.

'Don't try me. I'll fuck it right out of you, miss doc.'

You hated his attitude, or so you thought. Though your pussy clenching at his nasty words suggested otherwise. He flipped you over and pulled your underwear to the side, dragging his tip along painfully slow.

'Running your mouth while wetting your cunt senseless seems quite insencere of you...Don't ya think?' He teased and pressed it deeper against your entrance.

'B-But it's not like that! I'm just...'

A painful smack hit your ass, leaving the red imprint on your cheek. You cried out in pain and grabbed at his arm, your juices staining his perfume-fragant bedsheets.   

'Ah...Mr. Joo!, p-please stop..'

'Aww, got ya begging so fast already? slutty doc.' He lifted you over his lap and thrusted in, ripping the loudest scream from you.

'AH!' You threw your head against his chest in surprise.

He stood up and held your whole body in his arms, bouncing you up and down his length. You felt almost weightless in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and muffling your loud sobs into his neck.

'Mr Joo, s-slower...please!'

'Shush, And hold on tight. Your butt's gonna hurt a bit now...'

He pulled out and gave himself a few pumps before switching into your tiny butthole.

'Sir, wait! I've never-'

'God, get it together now, would ya?' Another spank electrifyed you, making your asscheek all red again. 'We still have a long night ahead of us!'

He hammered away at your stomach, The flush on his cheeks gaining a darker shade. The pain of his reckless thrusts toned down, yet his unmatched stamina had you chewing your poor lip.  

'Mmh who could've guessed? Miss doc's getting her ass pounded like a slut.' He grunted, 'you sure carry yourself different outside this room. hmm?'

His pace got faster as his fingers dug deeper into your poor thighs, panting and groaning against your damp skin.

'Aghh..even I couldn't tell how well you could take cock when I first met you.' You knew he was fucking you stupid when his bitter words flew over your head. your brain didn't really catch a sound. Your senses saturated with him filling you up, till your body almost collapsed under his much bigger frame. His fingers instantly caught you by your neck, pulling you back up to him.

'Arch that back properly! you keep fucking slipping.'

'Sir! when..d-do we get to rest..agh' You could barely articulate from his cock punching your g-spot. And he'd be lying if he said the view of you babbling your nonsense while gushing on his dick didn't drive him wilder.  

'Ever rode dick before?' He teased,

'Cause you'll be the one taking charge now.'

He layed down and folded his arms behind his head, smirking at you as he stopped moving inside.

'Your turn, miss therapist.'

You leaned forward, already feeling dizzy, palms holding tight onto his defined pecs. Then slowly rocked your hips with his, whimpering as your clit kissed his pelvis.

Your skin lit up with every touch of his own, almost as if his touch burned you. His grip on your thighs kept you from falling, yet you still felt lightheaded, almost like passing out. He grabbed your waist again and slammed you shut on his cock with a furious impatience.

'AHH, Fuck!' You mewled as you came on his stomach right away. The shockwaves rushing through your muscles had you crash down over his torso right away.

'Hey. I'm far from done here.'

He lifted you off his chest and placed you under him. And you whined in response, feeling him enter you again

'Get your shit together now. I ain't here to baby-sit!'

His pace got instantly erratic and so did his grunts. Driving you insane with his hands manhandling your back, spanking your ass, grabbing your waist, squeezing your hips and mercilessly tightening around your neck.

'F-uck, I cum inside by the way.' He grabbed you in a chokehold as he pumped his potent seed in your butthole, then grinned and pulled out slowly, whispering into the crook of your neck

'I just made you my cumdump. Congrats, Doc.' you tightened at the sound of his voice,  pushing his cum loads out your hole. He licked his lips in full pride, relishing at the sight of your seeping butt before pulling you to his chest again.

'Oh and just so you know, I never go less than 3 rounds on my matches' eve...'

Your body grew numb, and equally did your brain. Though you knew he had yet to satisfy his desire. You didn't know how much longer you had to go, nearing to pass out on his greedy lust. His rough touches spared no spot on your flesh, his powerful thighs slamming yours in the most feral ways...

-----

...You woke up to the mild sunrays, faint hints of his cologne bringing back the lewdest flashbacks he gave you. He was nowhere to be seen, only a large-sized towel left on side of the bed you believed he layed on.

You grabbed your phone as you slowly regained your senses, seeing a notification on your screen.

'𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞., 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭?'…

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑?...

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

[neteyamyawne]

💗 — Daddy Kink

『 Pairing 』 Tsu'tey x Fem!Na'vi!Reader.

『 summary 』 you were assigned to train under his wing, but his ways of punishment are quite unconventional and rather enjoyable for you and for him as well.

『 warning 』 Daddy kink, Babygirl/daddy dynamic, Dacryphilia, p in v, explicit, biting, degradation, belly bulge, Tsaheylu bonding, kuruplay, aftercare, pet names.

『 word count 』 815. Proof read.

『 Notes 』 Y'all!!! I need more Tsu'tey requests! My man is deprived!!

『 Glossary 』 Oel ngati kameie - I see you, Tiyawn - love, Paskalin - Honey/sweet berry.

◦ Masterlist || M.Masterlist

It all started with a bow and arrow, that's all you knew for now as your back rocked against the grass of the forest floor, the canopy above was a blur of green, brown and soft blue, legs thrown over his shoulders as he rocked your world dumb.

»»————-　♡　————-««

He was teaching you how to draw an arrow, his chest pressed against your back as he helped you draw the arrow with his hand wrapped around your first, his breath fanning over your hair, breathing in and out before letting go of the arrow as it hit the bullseye on the tree trunk.

But all you could think of was his body pressed against yours, his hot breath over your neck, his hands gripping yours, it was a tingling sensation, making you bite your lip and squeeze your wet pussy to stop the empty aching throb.

He knew though… he saw it… smelled it on your scent, saw the shiny droplets forming on the crown of your head, your breaths coming in heavy, he smirked, kissing the shell of your ear, startling you enough that the bow slipped out of your hand, he chuckled at your surprise “what, Tiyawn? I know what you're thinking…”

»»————-　♡　————-««

It was how you ended up with your leg on his shoulder, a hand gripping your hip tightly, bruising the flesh as your cries rang in his ear with Each. Fucking. Thrust. His other hand pressed below your belly button to feel each thrust inside you, fucking you so deep till you could see nothing but stars in broad daylight, tears glistening down your cheeks “Fuck… daddy please… i can't take it”

Your crying and pleading only turned him on more, making his pace go faster to drag out another lewd moan from your sore throat “shh shh, you can Ma Y/n, you can take like a good little slut, can't you baby girl?” He hummed in your ear, pounding into your wet and sloppy hole, you felt it again, the pressure building up, the coil about to snap.

Tears welled up in your eyes, your whiny cries fell on deaf ears, he watched the lovely sight below him, the way your tits bounced with each thrust, hair sprawled on the forest floor, teary eyes looking up at him, longing for more.

Tsu'tey leaned down with a smile, his signature two braids with red beads dangling above you, shushing your needy cries with kiss, his mouth and hips working in sync, muffling any sound that came out of you, the hand previously at your hip now rubbed circles on your clit, as he pulled back to watch you near your ever so needed climax “look at you… fucked so good, you can't even think straight, taking my cock so good, sucking me in like a hungry little bitch you are.”

Your whimpers were echoed in the forest, your mind fogged so bad that anything except his name and cock was otherworldly to you “Tsu'- *hiccup* da- daddy… I'm gonna.. fuck I'm so close..” he increased the pace, rubbing on the swollen nub with a groan of his own as he himself was close to losing it.

“That's it, good girl, cum with me, Tiyawn… just like that”

He grunted in your ear, pulling your closer to his chest, hips colliding with yours until you were screaming his name and came with him, the climax was dizzying, eyes rolling back in your skull as he pulled out with a heavy sigh and groan before laying down beside you and dragging you into his arm.

“There there, paskalin… you did so good, such a good girl..” He whispered into ear while rubbing your back soothingly and kissing the top of your head, out of breath and expended, he smiled down at your exhausted state, his other arm worked as a pillow for you and kissed the side of your temple, shifting the braids over your ear as it flickered at soft touch.

You had your face buried in his shoulder, sleeping peacefully after a ride of your life, his hands caressing and comforting your body, it was magical… almost as if it was Eywa’s will to have you two together.

The short nap for enough to get down from the high as he stared at you intently with his honey-gold eyes, caressing the side of your face until he whispered the words you were dying to hear “Oel ngati kameie, Ma y/n”

It was as if the whole world was with you, your smile almost as bright as the sun itself as he brought his kuru in front of you, as if asking for confirmation before you nodded “oel ngati kameie, Ma Tsu'tey” you whispered before joining your kuru to his at last with a smile spreading on your face.

Together forever till eternity, bound till death do you apart.

Yawne : @eywaite, @tallulah477, @luvv4j4ybe11, @pandoraslxna, @ikeyniofthetayrangi, @am-ka, @jooniexmoon, @wanabekanae, @luvteyams, @nerdybouquetofkittens-blog, @dhdidndidn, @erostothenus, @rO-xy, @jakesullywhore, @m3g215, @lis4lipsi, @your-lover-died, @heisbetterthanwaffles, @suinhee, @teymars, @taronyuhunter, @chesireleah1999, @moonchildxoxx, @celessO, @marydiva-17, @thepeonysbackup, @j1b-b, @huntthefreaky, @myloveforyourisforever, @st4rgi4l, @pheonixfucu, @nailOv3r, @neteyamsoare.

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[toovaeloe]

jjk men and their girl’s hair 🪮

A collection of headcanons,

made for a black reader, but others are welcomed to read! some of it is ambiguous

blackfem!reader

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro (AS A JOKE), ryomen sukuna (ANOTHER JOKE)

(Sorry if you have locs pooks😭��)

there’s no pronouns mentioned, but it’s made entirely with a bw in mind (with the hairstyles mentioned and such) so I’m still labeling it as fem!reader

definitely inspired by this drabble!

.•*:｡☁️satoru gojo☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Clueless mf

☁️But he wants to understand

☁️WILL whine about how long it’s taking you to do your hair

“baaaaaaaaaaaaabbyyyyyyyyuhhhhhhh…can’t you like? Work any faster??” He’s huffing and puffing, rolling around on his bed and whining. Occasionally poking his head into the ensuite bathroom to observe the mess that is your workspace. When he does come in, he’s poking and prodding at you. He’s got the nerve to blame your hair for taking away his quality time with you.

And you’re fed up with his brat behavior. He’s so persistent in his tantrum and so bothersome, you’ve had to redo your sections more times than you should’ve had to. He’s just too distracting; you’re gonna give yourself a smiddle part if he doesn’t shut up.

“why don’t you get over here and actually help then???”

☁️he’s never really…done much with hair before. Ever. never had to

☁️the undercut was his one and only move

☁️I mean look at him 🙁 he’s the kind to be like “yeah, I just shampoo and condition. Sometimes I don’t even really need to brush it.” And it’s like, flawlessly smooth and shiny and he should really just get a gig with Pantene for an ad cause damn

☁️he only stumbles a few times and learns at a terrifyingly inhumanly fast pace

☁️Ends up taking over and he’s got your style done in record time, and it looks better than if you had done it yourself somehow. (sorry, it’s literally canon that he’s the best at everything he tries, there’s nothing to be done about it)

🤍and then he’s playing in your head 😭

“Let’s do this one next,” he’s shoving his phone in your face.

“you can NOT give me lemonade braids.”

☁️oh yeah and he’s got the money to fund your hair 🤍 of course

.•*:｡☁️suguru geto☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Okay not as bad as Gojo

☁️Have you seen this man’s hair?? He maintains it. Cares for it. He can at least do that much.

☁️Learns pretty quickly as well; but he’s educated almost entirely off of YouTube tutorials and online forums

☁️He wanted to start doing your hair together as a cute date activity <3

☁️But then sometimes it’s not that cute

☁️Prayers if you’re tender headed🙏🏽

“Ooooowuh!!!”

“Stop squirming,” He’s demanding around a rat tail comb, pausing the video tutorial on his phone that’s propped up against the bathroom mirror. If you start whining or pulling away he’s yanking you back into place by your hair as he rewinds the tutorial. But he’s nice with you, too; he’ll lean forward and kiss away any tears that gather at the corners of your eyes from over your shoulder, gently whisper and shush you with his lips against the shell of your ear.

“It’s okay, we’re almost done. See? My baby looks so pretty,” As he’s gesturing to you and your three quarters done hair in the mirror, angling your head every which way he wants with a grip on the unfinished section. You’re starting to think he just likes doing that for the hell of it when you catch the beginnings of a smirk curling at his lips. Sick freak. (Love him🤍)

🤍At the end of the day though the style is TIGHT like your hair is gripping onto your scalp for dear life.

☁️And I know he does at home silk presses like no other

☁️They are siiiilllllkkyyyyy

☁️When you do have a silk press or a straight wig installed though he’s styling your guys’ hair to match exactly in the half up bun and half down. With the stupid side bang. (I love his stupid side bang)

☁️Sickeningly cute couples activity

.•*:｡☁️kento nanami☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Dreamy sigh

☁️He’s not very good at first but he’s VERY good at following directions

☁️And the precision????

☁️You could take a ruler to your head when he parts your hair

☁️They’re so perfect

☁️Best at parting hair

☁️And very meticulous with braiding too

☁️so serious about it

☁️But he also won’t hurt you either when he’s helping you do your hair

☁️It’s more of a sitting in front of the tv watching the same show again while he listens to you talk about your day thing

“yeah, and you wouldn’t believe when— hey Ken?”

“Hm?” He’d hum in return, but his eyes are still laser focused on the way his fingers are deftly working three sections of your hair, overlapping the portions with a careful touch, and yet so efficiently.

“Are you even listening to me?” You inquired, trying to turn your head to catch his eye, but you can’t even get a glimpse of him before he’s directing your head back towards the screen with his pointer under your chin and thumb pressed against the mandible of your jaw.

“No moving. Keep your head forward, my love.” He commands as he resumes his work. That’s right; his work. He takes this very seriously, you will come out with perfect hair every time.

“But yes; of course I’m listening. What’d she do next?”

☁️he’s so gorgeous and perfect.OMGGG

☁️He will drop hella cash for your hair too. He’s a minimalist so he doesn’t have anything else to pour the money into anyway. what’s he gonna spend it on? Another watch? A stamp collection???

☁️Did i mention he’s perfect and the loml?

☁️He is.

.•*:｡☁️choso kamo☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Hmmm…

☁️Oookay, soooo

☁️He really does try. and that’s what counts.

☁️gold star for perseverance

☁️Yes he can do his own hair and yes he’s taking care of it

☁️But he just cannot…eh

☁️Anything more than 4 parts is giving him trouble

☁️He can’t braid well

☁️He gets so frustrated with himself

☁️Talking to your hair; negotiating with it

☁️Losing every time

Another string of muttered curses under his breath after he insisted he “help” plait your hair before bed that night.

“Cho, it really doesn’t have to be perfect-“

“I know! I know, I’m just—“ Another bitten back swear as he undoes the sections once again with a defeated huff. “Okay, just let me just redo it, one more time. It’s really uneven.”

Don’t flinch at the thought. For his peace of mind.

☁️What he can do though is a mean slick back

☁️edges, 10/10 swoops

☁️And he can give you space buns 💀 to match his hair

☁️he’s good at low manipulation natural styles

☁️He can do twists, he’s not completely incompetent. Just not with clean parts

☁️makes up for everything in relaxing oil scalp massages

☁️You’re gonna fall asleep

☁️Also unexpectedly good at crochets; parts are invisible every time

☁️Which just does not make sense you don’t understand where the disconnect is

☁️He loves when you have your natural hair out

☁️Doesn’t really care how long or short it is, it just makes him happy to see you feeling confident in it

🤍

.•*:｡☁️toji fushiguro☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️LMAOOO

☁️His broke ass doesn’t have shit for you

☁️No money for your poor hair

☁️Also no concept of how expensive it is to go to a salon

“You spent how much…? On HAIR!!????” Definitely clicking his tongue and looking annoyed asl.

“Coulda bought me a nice dinner and place to stay for tonight with that money.”

☁️Sorry if you came for him or Sukuna I won’t really write for them/if at all unless requested 🤷🏽‍♀️ I did warn you

.•*:｡☁️ryomen sukuna☁️𓍼ֶָ֢⊹

☁️Malevolent razor

☁️Really doesn’t matter what type of hair you have; this one applies to everyone

☁️Will chop off little portions of your hair in your sleep.

☁️Does not tell you if the back of your head looks a mess

☁️Let’s you walk around looking foolish

☁️Idk he’s like evil or something

☁️What did you expect

a/n: I wrote this entirely for fun I was giggling the entire way 😭

and after seeing that I’d maybe have an audience for this I decided I’d post it, pls don’t flop 🙈

[forlorn-crows]

WaterDew and Aether quickie between chores. maybe its a first time too

not a first time this time, but definitely a quickie. how long do you think it takes for aether to lose his cool when he smells dew's heat? is it longer than it takes for him to blow?

1.3k of raunchy aether and his little droplet cucoming right up~

Aether shoves him into the vestments storage closet in the hall behind the chapel, bullying him up against the only bare wall in the narrow space. 

“Aether, what the—”

He scents him, snuffling behind his ear. “Heat. Can smell it on you. Driving me crazy.” Dew gasps, and his scent flares stronger. “Fuck, I need you.”

The water ghoul whines when Aether curls his hips towards his own, the state of his arousal evident as it presses against Dew’s belly. “But the candles—”

“Let me. Say you’ll let me.” His hands are everywhere: grabbing at his chest, his waist, slipping under his shirt and past his waistband. “Not gonna take long.”

Dew groans at that, sinking against the wall. He arches into Aether’s hand when he grabs at his ass, cock quickly filling out in his pants. He’s dizzy. Need he didn’t feel before punches him in the gut. He wasn’t even thinking about it when he felt the little stirrings in his stomach this morning, but fuck, does he need it now. The quintessence ghoul presses a finger against his hole and circles his rim, growling at the slick starting to form. 

“Shit, do it, fuck me,” he hisses. Pawing at Aether’s belt as the bigger ghoul smashes their lips together. It’s sloppy, dirtier than he’s used to. But it’s good—Aether takes the lead, stripping him bare from the waist down, pants and underwear pooled at the ankles, and freeing his own cock from his pants. He groans loudly against Dew’s neck as he strokes himself, only indulging in a few rubs against the water ghoul’s own cock before he spins Dew around and kicks his legs apart as far as they’ll go while still trapped in his clothing.

“Just like this,” he rumbles, caging him in against the wall. “Lucifer, you’re so wet already.”

And he is: slick coating his rim, the inside of his cheeks. He’ll probably start dripping soon, defiling the dingy carpet and the front of Aether’s pants with the stench of his heat. 

The bigger ghoul slots his cock in between his cheeks, rutting into Dew hard. He can’t help but arch into it—elbows pressed against the plaster, tail up high over his hip. Exposing. Baring his submission. The quintessence ghoul has yet to be so rough, so careless as he is now, humping him like an animal, but Dew would be lying if he said he didn’t go immediately weak in the knees for it. It’s easy to let him inside, thick finger pumping and twisting until it fills him up. 

Sweat beads up along the sides of his spine. Cold to hot in an instant, that insatiable arousal barging to the surface and demanding more in its feverish way. 

It’s what Dew slurs into the wall once Aether starts wiggling the one finger, stretching him out: “More, Aethe, need more.”

“Yeah, gonna be so full of me,” he purrs, already probing with a second finger. It slides in just as easy as the first, pulling from Dew a bitten-lipped moan. “Fuck, just like that, huh? Need me so bad you’re sucking me in.”

“Uh huh,” the water ghoul whines helplessly. He grinds down on those thick fingers, doing half the effort of working himself open. He can’t help but reach down and paw at himself loosely. He’s wet there too, precum drooling from the slit and little head shiny with it. Dew rests his head against his own forearm and keens. 

Aether shushes him, leaning in close to hiss into his ear. “Wouldn’t want anyone to come knocking, would you?” he says gruffly, nipping at the lobe. Dew’s cock kicks traitorously. Aether laughs, crooks his fingers some. “Oh, you’d like that, droplet? Want the others to see you like this, all stretched out for me, dripping on the carpet?” 

“Aether—” He is absolutely filthy today. Out of his mind horny, just off of Dew and the flare of his heat. 

“Shh, just let me—”

The third finger comes soon enough, just as easy a slide as the others. Dew’s breath is shallow now, panting with the effort of keeping relatively quiet as Aether stretches him. He can’t stop touching himself, adding to the mess on his hand, the carpet. As he’s about to do the fourth finger, the water ghoul whines and spreads his legs further.

“Put it in,” he begs. Shakes his head, those silver flyaways somehow glinting in the dark. “Can’t wait any more.”

Aether all but rips his fingers out of his little body, wetting his cock with slick and pre before shoving the wide head of it against Dew’s hole. The water ghoul keens, tail twitching against his shoulder. Presenting the best he can given their position. It’s enough for Aether, who pushes in all the way to the base in one nasty slide and bottoms out with a groan right against Dew’s temple. 

“Fuck, how do you feel so good?” he growls, wrapping his arms around his waist. Pinning him against his body as he starts to move. “Oh gods, just like that.”

“Fu-cking hell, Aethe,” Dew moans. He begs him to go faster, harder, his little hand immediately flying over his cock, because it feels too good to slow down. The need burns hot and fast in his belly, and he knows Aether can feel it. 

“Squeeze it, that’s it,” he rasps. “Just like that, baby boy, just like that.”

Aether’s cock slides hot and fast against his walls, pelvis tipping up with each thrust to get that much deeper. Dew swears he can feel every time the wide head slips out of the foreskin inside of him, smooth and delicate right against the spot that lights up his entire body. He can certainly feel the squish of his balls against his taint every time he bottoms out: full, round, and warm. Slapping against skin wet with sweat and slick. 

“Hu-uh-oh fuck—” Dew’s pleasure is a runaway train barreling down a short track: destined to bust at any moment. 

“Yeah?” Aether goads. Fingers digging bruises into the front of his hipbones. Dew’s legs are shaking already, a sure sign of his oncoming demise. He can hardly catch his breath with how fast he’s reached the edge with Aether as a catalyst. If he were of sounder mind, he might accuse him of plotting it—weaving magick into his touch to ignite that infant flame and engulf him in hazy lust. Take him for his own and mark him for this cycle before anyone else could. 

He knows Aether wouldn’t. But the thought of him doing it purposefully makes his stomach flip. His hand is still going too fast over his achingly hard cock, and a well-aimed thrust makes him paint the wall with his spend before he has a chance to cry out. 

Aether groans, dropping his face down to Dew’s shoulder. “Fuck, that’s it; cum for me, cum on my cock.” Dew lets out a stream of shitshitshit’s as the quintessence ghoul replaces the hand on his dick with his own, tugging hard for every last drop. “Gonna let me give it to you now?”

Dew nods his head with a whine, twitching as the overstim sets in. “You can have me,” he starts babbling, “all yours—make me yours.”

“Gonna,” Aether strains. “Oh, Dew—”

“Uh huh—”

His cock grows impossibly thicker, ramrod straight in Dew’s little body. He can feel the difference in the weight of his balls as Aether thrusts, once, twice, three times—he buries himself on the fourth, spilling deep inside as he surrounds the water ghoul with an iron grip. 

“Takeittakeittakeit,” he groans, jerking against him. “Fuck.” Dew lets out a shaky moan at the feeling of his load filling him up, claiming him. Tipping him past the point of greedy into insatiable. Hungry.

He won’t be able to stay soft for long, not with the way Aether scents him further and nips at his shoulder. Humping into their shared mess so it really stays deep. He is Aether’s now, at least for the duration of his heat, and the quintessence ghoul won’t let him forget it.

[thegoogoomuckkk]

love love love the way u write especially Shoko!!!!

good samartian -> shoko is a good person. . .maybe not nice or the life of the party, but she’s a doctor, a good samaritan; so when she meets you who needs her help with something sensitive, she just has to say yes, whether you're asking for help or not

shoko was a big drinker, of course. but the thought of going out to a bar gave her a headache. especially when her drinking buddy options were gojo or. . .herself. neither were too appealing to her. but she’s making an effort to be nicer to gojo, call it a new year’s resolution or simply a life bettering notion. either way, she takes him up on his tenth offer of “please, please, please come out with me, shoko! i’ll pay your tab, & for your ride home, promise!” the bar is stuffy, the music is too loud, the led lights are hurting her head, & she’s not quite drunk enough for this to be worth it. gojo has already found some girl to take home & handed shoko a hundred dollar bill from his fat wallet. 

but when she spots her, her night starts looking up. she’s a little tipsier than shoko, but not blackout drunk by any means, & she’s just precious with her frilly pink dress & bows in her hair. it’s practically criminal for a grown woman to look so. . .innocent. she offers to buy her a drink & she just smiles & nods enthusiastically. 

“i don’t usually go out to bars much,” she smiles, “but i’m glad i did.” shoko thinks she might be flirting, but the girl seems so genuine that she really can’t tell. regardless, shoko’s glad she came out too. it’s after a few more drinks that shoko gets to enjoy the spectacle. she’s never met a girl who was so terrible at holding her alcohol. thankfully, she doesn’t puke, but when she attempts to stand to go home, she’s falling all over herself, tripping on her shiny heels, hiccuping about how she’s “gots ‘ta call a cab,” & it’s all slurred & drooly, & shoko finds it ridiculously endearing. 

so of course she’ll take her home, it’s the right thing to do. she couldn’t possibly send her into a taxi all by herself, let her find her way home alone. she’s hardly sobered up at all by the time the cab pulls into shoko’s driveway, & a knowing glint shimmers in shoko’s eyes as she helps her across the threshold of the door. she’s falling all over shoko, tripping over the bed, when she lets a fun fact of the night slip from her lips: “‘m a virgin,” she giggles. “go out ‘ta try ‘n find a guy, b-but just never do.” & shoko is so sympathetic, so sorry for her. a pretty girl like her deserves better than some asshole who probably won’t even make her cum. 

so she’ll make her feel good, she decides, fix this little problem for her because it’s what a good person would do, right? 

it’s easy, rolling her over on her stomach, delicately unzipping her dress & sliding it off & onto the floor. shoko is graceful in sliding her panties off & unclipping her bra, & she’s so gentle with her, so sweet because that’s just who she is. 

pinching her nipples, pulling her hair a little, making her arch all pretty-like before she makes her feel good because shoko deserves a little pleasure from teasing her, right? i mean, she is doing her a favor after all. some sick freak could come across her & take her virginity, but shoko’s not gonna allow that, no. she’ll take care of her. 

she’s a little questioning when shoko, pushes her head a little further into the pillows, bringing her knees up, but she shushes right up when shoko lays her tongue flat against her pretty pink pussy, fucking it in & out of her, kneeding the flesh of her ass, fingertips circling over her clit, & shoko chuckles, a little mean, when she whines, trying to say something but she just can’t form the words. 

“feeling good? s’good, wantcha to feel good, i’ll show you, sweetheart,” she sneers down at her, working her fingers into her virgin cunt, meeting a little resistance, but she’s just so wet for her & pliant & needy, practically begging for it as her moans are muffled by the sheets, & who is shoko to deny her what she wants? fingers pumping in & out of her cunt, sloppy kisses all over the backs of her thighs & ass. hitting that spot inside her that has her cumming all over her shoko’s hand, mewling about how foreign it is, how good it feels, & shoko’s glad to help, happy to make a sweet girl feel good because she’s just nice like that. 

fucking her with her dildo after she’s stretched her out because all the best girls deserve to get fucked, pushing it all soft & gentle into her weeping cunt, shushing her as she bleats out that it “k-kinda hurts, sho,” ‘cause she doesn’t need to worry about that, shoko will make her feel good. letting her cum all over shoko’s cock & she’s too fucked out to know the difference between a real dick & a silicone strap-on & she doesn’t care ‘cause it’s “so good, so good, f-feels so good, sho.” yeah, let it all out, shoko thinks, because shoko’s a good person & she just likes to make pretty girls feel good. 

sliding up her panties right after she finishes & putting her dress back on, leaving her like that to wake up wondering why her panties are full of cum & she’s sleeping in a stranger’s bed feeling a little drunk still. shoko is a lot of things: rude, a little snotty, a gojo hater ‘til the day she dies, & sometimes just downright mean, but with her, she’s kind, she’s sweet, she cares.

I love YOU, anon <3 did you like it? -> here's my masterlist -> want something more? ask me for it

[l1tw1ck]

It's my birthday, so....

(thirst) Ahem, first time with Kaeya? either his or reader's.

And, yes, it's the same anon from the previous Kaeya ask, can you tell that I like him a little bit?

happy birthday!

bottom ftm kaeya x top masc reader

cw: virginity loss, afab language, cunnilingus, squirting

kaeya was very happy to learn that you were a virgin. he loved the idea of getting to be your first time so much

"shh, just lay back and let me do the work." kaeya shushes you. he tucks his hair behind his ear and kisses the tip of your cock. he licks your shaft with long, sexy drags of his tongue. he loves the sounds you're making. he can't wait to hear you when you come in his mouth

he isn't usually dominant in the bedroom but he gained some confidence knowing he has more experience than you

kaeya sinks down onto your cock, holding your wrists together and stopping you from touching him. he smirks at your desperate expression, enjoying the way you're so eager to touch him. he ignores all your pleas and starts bouncing on your cock. you give up on asking for his permission and just admire the way he looks riding you.

~ kaeya lets go of your wrists, stopping before he can reach his orgasm. he brings his hand down to his t-dick and starts stroking himself. you take this opportunity to grab his waist and flip him onto the bed. he looks at you in shock. "please, kae?" you rub his waist with your thumbs. he turns his head to the side, blushing. "fine." he nods. you bring your face into his neck and suck on it while fucking him at a rough pace.

he loves listening to your moans and whimpers as you indulge in his warmth. you're so in love with his pussy that you can't stay quiet and he's definitely not complaining.

after that, you suggested eating him out. kaeya was willing to let you try but didn't expect you to be good at it. he was proven very wrong

kaeya moans and arches his back. "fuck! yes! like that!" he cries, getting rapidly close to an orgasm. this is the most pleasure he's ever felt while getting his pussy eaten. maybe it's your adoration for his body that's made you a god at eating his cunt. "gonna- shit–" he gasps, squirting. he looks down in shock. a (ex) virgin made him squirt for the first time. you look up at him and smile, your face super shiny

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Are we ready?" you asked, stepping down the stairs and into the front entryway.

"Wow," Daryl drawled. "Hold up. Lemme pick my jaw up off the floor," he added with a smile, looking you up and down.

Your cheeks flushed with heat. "Shush."

"Nah, I can't. S'gotta be said." He stepped toward you and his hands landed lightly on your lower back, sending goosebumps straight up your spine. "Really. Ya look... way too damn good for me."

"Are you kidding?" you asked, cocking your head at him and leaning in against his strong body. You ran your fingers down a wavy tendril of his clean and shiny hair and then clasped his face along his strong jaw. "You're way out of my league."

He let out a small laugh and ducked his eyes, but the smile on his lips quickly faded, despite you still being under his hands, where he most loved you to be.

"Hmm?" you prompted him, easily picking up on the sudden southward shift in his mood. "What is it?"

"S'nothin'..." His index finger tapped absently on your back.

"It's not nothing," you insisted gently. "Talk to me. What is it?"

"I just—I ain't gonna feel right at this thing. I never quite fit in here, in all these damn big houses with doctors and surgeons and lawyers. S'just—ain't a good feelin'."

"Mm," you nodded. "Okay. So... fuck this dinner then," you said seriously. Daryl's blue eyes shot up to your face again and you smiled at the disbelief there.

"What?"

You leaned in and said it in a conspiratorial whisper this time. "I said, Fuck. This. Dinner. You fit in best right here, with me."

Daryl's brow furrowed. "But... ya got all dressed up and—everybody's expectin' us to be there..."

You rolled your eyes. "I got dressed up for you and for me. Not for them. And luckily, you and I are both still here. As for them expecting us... who gives a shit? The only person that matters is right in front of me," you said with a smile. "Rick and our people will understand. Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner. Like I need to listen to Pete tell us that story about his hole in one for the fifteenth time..."

"Ya really mean it? Ya dun mind if we just skip the whole thing and stay home?"

You could already sense the tension leaving him. "I don't mind at all, babe. And if you carry me down to your bed right now, I can promise you that I doubly won't mind."

Daryl shook his head at you a little vaguely, his blue eyes slightly wide. "Yer amazin'." The next moment he scooped you up and headed toward the stairs down to his room. You let out a peal of laughter and draped your arms around his neck. "Fuck the dinner," he drawled, finally smiling again.

Prompt: "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

[danika-redgrave124]

A Witchy Shopping Day

The bustling streets of the local market were alive with the chatter of merchants, the clinking of wares, and the enticing aroma of fresh pastries. Among the throng of shoppers were Yuu and Grim, flanked by Cerezo—a fully-fledged Umbra Witch whose very presence seemed to radiate sophistication—and Vil, who naturally drew the gazes of admirers like a magnet. Behind them, trudging dutifully under the weight of numerous shopping bags, were Ace, Deuce, and Epel.

"I don’t see why we had to be the ones carrying all this," Ace griped, shifting a large bag of potions and fabrics to his other hand. "Seriously, what do witches even do with this much stuff? Open a boutique?"

"Quit whining, Ace," Epel muttered, barely breaking a sweat under the weight of an ornate vase and several spellbooks. "This is nothing compared to haulin’ apples back home. You sound like a twig about to snap."

Deuce, on the other hand, walked with practiced ease, balancing several bags on his arms. "It’s not so bad. I used to carry groceries for my mom all the time. You just need to pace yourself."

"Oh, of course you’re fine with this," Ace groaned. "But my arms feel like they’re gonna fall off!"

"Perhaps if you spent less time complaining and more time moving, you’d find it easier," Vil interjected, glancing back at the trio with his signature air of unimpressed authority. "If you drop so much as a single bag, spud, I’ll ensure you don’t see the end of my next lecture."

Ace grumbled something under his breath, but the look Vil shot him quickly silenced any further complaints.

Ahead of the group, Yuu and Grim were inspecting a collection of enchanted trinkets laid out on a merchant's stall. Grim's eyes glimmered with excitement as he pointed to a jeweled charm. "Ooh, Yuu! Look at this one! It’s all shiny! Can we get it?!"

"Grim, focus," Yuu replied with a patient sigh, holding up a shimmering black brooch in the shape of a crescent moon. "We’re supposed to be looking for practical items, not things that catch your eye."

"Well, I think this one looks very practical," Cerezo remarked smoothly, his voice rich and lilting like a dark melody. He picked up the brooch and held it to Yuu’s chest, tilting his head appraisingly. "See? It complements your aura perfectly."

Yuu flushed slightly, brushing the brooch aside. "Cerezo, we’re not here for accessories."

"Ah, but what is an Umbra Witch without their style?" Cerezo purred, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I insist you take it. Consider it a gift from me to you."

Behind them, Vil let out a soft hum of approval. "Cerezo has a point. Presentation is everything. Perhaps I should assist in curating your wardrobe, Yuu."

Yuu groaned quietly, muttering, "Not you too..."

Meanwhile, Ace, Deuce, and Epel continued their trek behind the group, with Ace nearly tripping over his own feet as they stopped at yet another stall.

"Are we seriously stopping again?" Ace complained. "At this rate, I’m gonna need a stretcher to get back to campus!"

"Shush," Epel said, adjusting the bags on his shoulders. "If you keep whining, Rook’s probably gonna pop outta nowhere and make you carry his bags, too."

As if on cue, Rook emerged from the shadows nearby, his voice a theatrical whisper. "Ah, mon brave camarades! I see you toil under the weight of duty, such noble perseverance! Truly, a sight to behold!"

Ace jumped, nearly dropping his bags. "Gah! Rook! Could you not sneak up on people like that?!"

"Ah, but I must remain vigilant," Rook replied, his tone playful but his gaze sharp as it flicked to Vil. "Where beauty walks, danger often follows. I cannot allow my Roi du Poison to come to harm."

Vil waved him off with a sigh. "Your dramatics are unnecessary, Rook. Focus on blending in rather than drawing attention."

As the shopping continued, Cerezo paused, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He turned to Yuu, lowering his voice so only they could hear. "By the way, I’ve secured something quite special from your dear headmaster."

Yuu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What did you do?"

"Persuasion," Cerezo said with an elegant shrug. "Let’s just say Crowley and I had a... productive discussion. I took his card."

"You didn’t threaten him, did you?" Yuu asked, though the answer was obvious.

"Lightly," Cerezo replied with a wink. "Nothing he couldn’t handle."

Grim snickered. "Finally! Someone who doesn’t let that featherbrain off the hook!"

By the time they reached their final stop—a small café to rest—the three bag carriers slumped into their chairs, groaning in unison.

"I can’t feel my arms," Ace whined, rubbing his shoulders.

"You’ll survive," Vil said coolly, taking a sip of his tea.

Cerezo, ever the picture of poise, leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile. "Well, this has been a most delightful outing. Don’t you agree, Yuu?"

Yuu gave him a flat look. "Delightful for you, maybe."

Grim, munching on a pastry, chimed in, "Yeah, but we got food outta it, so I’m not complaining!"

Ace groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Never. Again."

Cerezo belongs to @fungifanart

[nonranghaes]

heads up: vague discussion of self harm (not depicted as happening during the drabble), fic primarily under a readmore as a result. vent fic.

“i told you, i’m fine.”

no matter how many times you say it, chris isn’t going to believe you. and this time you’re honestly happy for it. you have barely left your bed today, and half an hour ago (before chris had come home) was when you hit a breaking point. now your face aches too damn much, your palms still stinging. the cold washcloth helps, though, as chris gently runs it over your face.

“you don’t have to lie to me,” he says softly. he takes your face into his hands for a moment, your skin still damp and shiny in the low light. “you don’t have to talk about it if you aren’t ready or don’t want to, but you don’t have to lie.”

you avert your eyes. “sorry.”

“it’s okay,” he kisses your forehead. “i’m not going to run away just because you’re struggling.” he sets the washcloth on your nightstand. “hopefully it won’t bruise, yeah? anywhere else i need to take care of?”

there’s one spot, but the shame in your chest keeps you quiet. a sniffle breaks through that silence, and you curse your lack of resolve. “i messed up.”

chris pulls you into his arms, already gently shushing you. “remember what dr. kim said?”

there’s no straight roads when it comes to mental illness. you’ll struggle and fall back into previous behaviors and thoughts. “it doesn’t erase my progress,” you say quietly.

“it doesn’t,” chris affirms. “you had a really bad day. that’s okay,” he kisses the side of your head. “it’s gonna happen. what’s important is that you eventually get back up and keep going, even when its hard.”

hot tears roll down your cheeks, and you bury your face in his chest to hide them. he starts to rub slow circles into your back as you cry.

“okay?” he curls around you, just to keep you safe and warm in his embrace. “you’re gonna get back up. you’re stronger than you think you are. i know you are, even if you can’t see it right now.” chris draws back just enough to see your face one more time. “so i’ll see it for the both of us until you can, too. okay?”

with a hiccup and a shaky nod, you try to breathe. “okay,” you say. when he brings you back into his arms, you just snuggle in.

maybe one day you’ll shine as bright as he does.

[traffic-light-eyes]

lloyd hcs? i wanna hear them ALL

Oh boyyyy here we go. I think my LONG Lloyd headcanon post is still one of my top posts, so you can check that out there. I already know this is gonna take a while, so strap in. Dunno if I'll get to all of them or not because I still need content for the future, though.

He's a hungry kid. Always hungry. They don't know if he's having some belated puberty thing where he's hungry 24/7 365 or if it's just his heritage, but he's just. Starving. He gets shy about it, though, even when he knows that his friends would never belittle him because of it. He'll just shyly and slowly push his plate towards Zane and look at him with his big puppy eyes and a pout and Zane can do nothing but give him what he wants (you're spoiling him, Zane. - What would you do in that situation, Cole? He looked horribly pathetic, and I couldn’t do anything but give him another slice of pie.)

He is either chronically online or he has 0 knowledge of the internet. No in-between. For chronically online, his vocabulary mostly consists of tiktok references, and you can definitely hear Zane crying in the distance because he doesn't know what Lloyd is saying. For 0 knowledge of the internet, Jay and Kai make jokes and references to tiktok/reddit/Twitter/etc. and when Lloyd doesn't understand (and subsequently tilts his head like the adorable dragoni he is), you can hear Jay crying in the distance and the soft shushing voice from Nya as she tries to calm him down.

He will steal all shiny things. Shiny rock on the ground? Yoink. Jay left a particularly sparkly bolt on his desk? Well, it's Lloyd's now. Loose change on the counter? He'll take the shiny ones, thanks. He doesn't use the money. He just owns it. When Garmadon came back and saw his stash of sparkly things, he was like, "Ah, so you did inherit some of my genetics. I was getting a bit worried."

Contrary to popular belief, he doesn't own many plushies. Just one. It's a little stuffed tiger with half-off eyes and practically tearing at the seams. Kai won it in a claw machine for him back when he was a kid, and he will not part with it nor have any alterations to it no matter what. It's his and it has survived all the fires in the monastery, the crashes of the bounty, and the angry throws at the wall when Lloyd is mad (he immediately picks it back up and cries for throwing it). He remembers each mark, each missing patch of fur, every scratch on it stupid beaded eyes, and he treasures it. Because his brother got it for him.

He bought Jay a Hatsune Miku body pillow.

He's not a very good gift-giver, actually. If it was December, and he was tasked with some white elephant something he would perish at the spot. So, to combat that, he buys trinkets and things that remind him of his friends or things that he thinks that they'd like, and during the holiday or birthday, all he has to do is stuff it in a bag and put a bow on it. During the missions where they miss the holiday/birthday or if they're not close to his stash of presents, he gets really upset because he can't show them how much he loves them because nothing nothing can compare to the year of scouring shops and finding that cute little spoon engraved with Zane's initials that he found in a thrift store.

More of the gift giving: he's bad at showing affection or just verbally saying that he loves his friends, so he does the neurodivergent thing of just. Giving them pretty rocks or, like, soda tabs. Cole was horribly touched by the rocks, and now he has a shelf full of Lloyd rocks. Sometimes, to calm down, Lloyd and Cole paint the rocks. There's a cute collection of ninja look-alike rocks sitting next to their photos. When Lloyd was younger and everyone started gunning for his affection, Kai got a bunch of jars and wrote everyone's names on them. The person with the most soda tabs by the end of the year would have won the "Lloyd's favorite" award. The thing is, though, they never stopped doing it. When Pixal joined the crew, she was surprised to find herself a jar with her name on it with a purple soda tab.

Speaking of Pixal- a little after she joined, she realized that Lloyd had not finished school. When she had asked about it, she was told Wu was teaching him. She searched more to find out exactly what he was being taught. Lo and behold, it was exclusively ninja things or ancient, ancient history. And much to Lloyd's annoyance, she immediately stormed up to him and got him learning some algebra. She was not going to let him live his life without schooling. When she realized that he was having a lot of trouble with high school mathematics (because she had assumed that he was in the highschool age), she slyly went lower and lower in the education scale just to see where he left off. She was horrified to find he had not exceeded 5th grade math. No more than 5 minutes after his daily lesson, all of them (save Lloyd) had a nice, long conversation about his age and his schooling. She made it her life duty that Lloyd became one of the smartest gosh darned people in Ninjago.

On a lighter note, Jay and Nya sometimes have robot battles for fun. But. Not aggressive or combat related. They make robots do silly tasks like planting a flower or making a sandwich. They always make Lloyd judge who did it better because he has 0 clue the mechanics behind it, and he doesn't pick favorites. (Even if he's not trying to be his father anymore, he loves stirring up chaos by making each of them never truly beat each other by a lot)

He had a lisp as a kid. He didn't know it at the time, but it was because his mouth was unfamiliar with his sharp teeth. It makes him speak funny. For a while, he just didn't speak at all because he was embarrassed when the other darkleys kids made fun of him. He toughened out, though, and sat in his room, reading out loud to himself (occasionally with his kind roommate and friend Brad helping him) to correct his speech. To this day, he sometimes messes up words because he doesn't have proper speech therapy. But it's just another cute Lloyd thing to the team.

Mkay. I only did a few for just in case someone else asks for Lloyd stuff

[divine-misfortune]

I’m here to spread propaganda

- “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

Toxic old man yaoi w alpha and air

It was a good thing the practice rooms had been soundproofed well before the Ghost project began, when it was still an inkling of an idea in the back of someone's head. Doing so saved the residents of the abbey from having to hear the same section of the same tired song over and over, played too sharp or too clumsily, over and over but more importantly it saved Air the humiliation of anyone hearing his low rusty growl pitch into a feeble, needy sound.

He dug his claws into the foam paneling Alpha kept him against, at least it was softer than the wall beneath it even if it didn't make the position any more comfortable. It was awkward at best but Alpha had seemingly committed to keeping him there - facing the wall with his arms braced against it, slightly bent at the waist, feet apart, Alpha's hips firmly pressed to his ass. Air knew his back would ache but voicing the complaint to Alpha was pointless. Wasting his breath. The fire ghoul had a rough, calloused hand wrapped around the length of his cock and Alpha would just tell him to be grateful for the little kindness he allowed him if he tried.

Air swallowed his pleasured sigh with a bit of effort but choked when Alpha squeezed him around the base. Stroking slowly from root to tip. Air groaned and let his head hang, watching the shiny red head disappear into Alpha's fist. Milking an embarrassingly large bead of pre from him where it dripped onto the wood.

"Look at that..." Alpha mumbled, thumbing over his slit as another pearl began to form. When he pulled his digit away, pre stringing between it and his dick for a split second.

"Don't" he cut in before Alpha could go on one of his tangents, happy to spew filth until Air required a boiling hot shower to feel clean again. He didn't think he could stand it this time. "Don't you fucking start, you degenerate-"

Even without looking, he could feel the way Alpha rolled his eyes.

"Or what?"

"I'll-" Air lifted his head and tried to push off the wall. It was hard to be taken seriously like this, he knew that, and Alpha knew that.

He couldn't get far. Alpha wouldn't let him regain dignity, not when Air had already relinquished it to him when he allowed the fire ghoul to force him to the wall without any real protest. A lack of arguing was the closest they ever got to outright permission.

Like he were trying to snuff out the very spark of objection, Alpha closed a hand tight around his throat with a gentle shushing noise like he were quieting a crying child. That was almost the most shameful part, but the short whiny sound that Alpha managed to squeeze out of him - choking off his oxygen while twisting his fist up his cock at an agonizing pace - that was the most mortifying part.

It shouldn't have wrenched such a pathetic noise out of him so easily but Alpha chuckled lowly, pressure on his windpipe still not letting up. He was learning how to play the air ghoul far too well.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making, tell me again, what're you gonna do to stop me?"

[shinestarhwaa]

Yeosang and overstimulation + prompt 37 and Best friends to lovers au? Please and thank you love!

Hi babesss~ There's no actual sex in here but I hope you love it either way🥺🥺💐 sorry it took so long!

SHIMMER || KANG YEOSANG

Genre: Fluffy and bit angst but mostly smut

Pairing: Yeosang x Fem reader

Word Count: 0.9K

Tags/warnings: Best friends to lovers AU, Highschool!AU (they are both 18 y/o, so no minors!), softdom!yeosang, kinda light overstimulation, virginity loss, inexperienced reader, fingering, reader has anxiety

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

"I have never done this before," you breathed out, pulling away from your best friends lips. "I know, baby, I know," he whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ear. "I can stop, if you want me to."

You shook your head and took his hand to lay it on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. "I don't wanna go all the way... But I can't wait any longer... I need some relief, I need... I think I need to have an orgasm," you confessed.

"Have you ever orgasmed before?" Yeosang asked, but you shook your head. "I never could," you sighed, "so I need you to do it. I know that you can do it because you've made all your girlfriends come." "How do you even know that?" Yeosang giggled, rolling his eyes. "Because girls talk. Now please, finger me."

"Here? You want the first time to be here, in the school's bathroom? Sweetie tha-" "Where else? At home, where our parents and siblings are? No thank you. No one comes to this bathroom, why would they come to the 4th floor?"

"To do exactly what you want me to do," he grinned. You hopped on the sink and pulled the skirt of your dress up, showing off your glittery panties.

"Everything has to be shiny with you doesn't it? Shimmery make-up, glittery panties, shiny dress," Yeosang grinned as he pulled down your panties, exposing your wet cunt. "Even your wet pussy."

His fingers brushed against your clit, making you bite your lip. "Y-Yeosang," you moaned when he slid one finger inside your hole. "Just relax, angel, that's most important. Relax and enjoy it," Yeosang spoke softly.

You nodded as he pumped his finger inside you. You closed your eyes and tried to relax, but you only got stressed because you were barely feeling anything. "Y-Yeosang," you breathed out, "I can't feel it." A tear fell from your eye as you spoke up, nervous about his reaction. You were already stressed about being inexperienced and now you couldn't feel anything when you were finally touched?

"That's okay baby, don't cry, don't cry, it'll get better angel, I'm just opening you up a bit," he cooed as he kissed your head. "B-but shouldn't I be like... gushing with arousal and moaning loudly like the girls in the...the video's?"

"Porn isn't real my angel," Yeosang shushed you as he entered you with a second finger. "I'm gonna make you feel good, make you cum, I promise. Right now I'm opening you up... I'm doing this because it's the first time sweetie... so that it'll feel better and smoother," Yeosang explained.

You nodded and rested your head against the mirror behind you, taking a deep breath to calm your anxiety down. Suddenly Yeosang's fingers curled inside you and he put more force behind his thrusts, making you yelp and moan out loud.

"See... there it is... that feels better hm? That is what you like," Yeosang said with a cheeky smile and you nodded eagerly as you looked down, watching his fingers disappear into your cunt. "O-oh yeah, that feels good, so good, keep doing that," you moaned.

Yeosang changed his position just slightly and kept fucking his fingers into you, making you moan louder. "I think that's your g-spot angel, with the right angle and force you can hit it just like that... and it feels so...so good, doesn't it?"

You loved the way he narrated, the way he was talking you through it and telling you what he was doing, it always calmed your anxiety down when you knew exactly what was going on.

Your moans got whinier and needier the longer Yeosang used his fingers on you. It felt good but it was not enough to make you cum, you needed more, and Yeosang seemed to pick up on that quickly as he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and started to rub your clit in slow circles.

"Mmm, yes," you moaned, your hips slowly rolling forward, grinding on his fingers. His fingers moved faster and faster until he was aggressively rubbing your clit, making you moan and squeal.

"Ah! Nng~ Too much!" you whimpered as you bit your lip to try and stop your moans, Yeosang had been going at it for so long, so long and it was just too much, it felt too good. "Just like that right angel? I can see your pussy clenching for me, are you feeling something here in your abdomen, angel?" He asked, and he was right.

You felt an unfamiliar warmth in your lower abdomen and your breath was picking up and before you knew it you moaned out his name and your body spasmed and trembled for nearly half a minute, until Yeosang stopped.

"Good girl... you just came so beautifully," Yeosang praised you as he licked his fingers off. He kissed the top of your head, gave you water and helped you off the sink. You pushed the skirt of your dress down again, wanting to look perfect and decent again when you'd return to the ball.

While you were dancing with Yeosang about 20 minutes later you suddenly realized you did not have any panties on. In panic you whispered in his ear, asking if you left them in the bathroom. Yeosang smirked and grinned, only for him to whisper: "I got them right here in my pocket, as a little shimmery souvenir."

[the-record]

PLEASSSSSEEEEE CAN I GET AN ANGSTY ABBY X READER ON MY KNEES

phantom pain

misleading photos ish bc angsty abby!!!!!!!

so tbh abby speaks 0 times in this but idc. ellie and dina r the best tho! also so sorry it took so long to get to this 😭 have not been motivated at all

ALSO I PROMISE ELLIE IS IN THIS PLATONICLY BUT SHE IS ITS NOT IN THE ELLIE TAGS FOR NO REASON TY HAVE A GOOD DAY!

not proofread!!!

lyrics from ‘phantom pain / the rapture’ by leanna firestone !

my masterlist

you weren’t vital to my survival its just what it felt like

the door slamming shook ellie and dina out of their haze, both heads turning to see who walked in.

“dude, watch it the neig- shit. are you okay?” ellie quickly switched over as she saw the tear streaks on your face. both she and dina rushed over, pulling you to the couch.

“babe, what happened? i thought you were on a date with abby tonight?” dina treaded lightly, scared to upset you more. unfortunately, the blondes name only brought more tears to your shiny eyes. she shushed you, pulling you close to her.

“i just,” you pulled away from dina. “i think im gonna sleep this off.” your fingers wiped the salty tears from your face, finding your lap afterwards. “yea, im gonna go to bed.”

“i just,” you pulled away from dina. “i think im gonna sleep this off.” your fingers wiped the salty tears from your face, finding your lap afterwards. “yea, im gonna go to bed.”

“i just,” you pulled away from dina. “i think im gonna sleep this off.” your fingers wiped the salty tears from your face, finding your lap afterwards. “yea, im gonna go to bed.”

ellie and dina watched with concern as you slowly grabbed your bag and headed to your door.

“what. the. fuck.”

it didn’t kill me to lose you i just thought that it might and right when i think i’m finally fine

“welcome back to the land of the living, princess.” ellie smiled, teasing you as you finally ventured out your room.

you’d holed up in bed for days, only getting out for food and the bathroom. dina was close to intervening, but ellie convinced her you’d come out on your own.

you hummed in acknowledgment, eyeing her pancakes and bacon and making a b-line towards it. ellie tried to swat your hands away as you reached for her food, but you hit back. “i’ve barely had any sustenance, you want me to pass out, hit my head, and die, ellie? hm?”

ellie grunted, pulling her plate closer to her as you walked away with a piece of bacon in hand.

“babe ill make you more relax.” dina’s voice rang as you made your way to the kitchen. “hungry my love?” you nodded and she laughed, not shocked in the slightest. “go shower and i’ll have some ready for you. you reek.”

the girls made it their mission to keep you preoccupied from thinking of abby. a movie marathon, a couple pizzas and puzzles, and some reading, and they managed to get you out of the house for some fun.

happy and confident, ellie and dina led you to your favorite spot to go together.

“im gonna go grab a couple drinks, ill be back.” they both nodded with a smile and watched as you headed to the bar.

the healing is done its been enough time thats when, it sinks back in

you ordered all of your drinks, and stood waiting for them. you looked around the room, taking in all of the people and music.

an all too familiar blonde filled your vision. hyper focused on her stupid braid, and stupid arm around some stupid girl.

not even two weeks and she had found someone new?

ellie noticed you out of the corner of her just in time to watch you push out the door. “fuck...” she grabbed dina’s hand and rushed out to you but saw abby first. she nodded at you for dina to go after while she hung back. “hey, abby! what the fuck?”

dina watched you gasp for the breath outside the door. she grabbed your face in her hands, focusing you on her and her breathing.

“what about vermont?” a finger drew small doodles over your chest as your fingers ran through blonde locks.

“vermont?” abby laughed, looking up to you. “what’s in vermont?” she questioned, stopping her tracings.

“i dont know... its stupid but ive always wanted to go. my sister and i used to plan to live their when i got older.” you smiled fondly, pushing her away from her face. “its pretty, lots of trees. could live in the middle of nowhere. nevermind.” you frowned, looking away back to the movie.

“hey, no.” she turned your face back to hers, a smile on her face. “its not stupid. promise. sorry i teased.” she tickled her finger into you. “forgive me? please, oh so kind amazing lover, please forgive me!”

you laughed at her antics and gave in. “mm, fine. no more though.” she nodded, pressing a kiss to your lips and laying back down.

“so vermont it is...”

the invisible and incurable pain of

“fuck me.” you laughed, leaning into dina. “shes so horrible but god, i miss her.”

she nodded, a sad smile on her face. “i know. it’ll get better though, i promise. and y’know... karmas coming for her.” you both giggled as ‘karma’ walked out the door. “what’d you do?”

“ripped her a new one, thats what i did!” ellie showed off her newly bruised knuckles, making dina gasp and rush over while you laughed. “and whats so funny to you chuckles?”

“only you would say ‘ripped her a new one’!”

“hey, you didn’t have joel for a father.”

“... and then she pulled out a chair for me? like what? i mean, what a gentleman but like who taught you that, you know?” dina nodded, snacking on the popcorn you made. “anyways, we had dinner, which sucked by the way, and she’s like ‘wanna get out of here?’ and im just like, ‘what 2000’s movie am i in right now?”

“as much as i love your little commentary for your own story,” ellie teased, “please get this moving, i have class soon.” she checked her watch as she spoke, nudging you to continue.

“anyways. we went to this park i honestly thought she was gonna murder me, and we just like talked. like about everything and it was really cathartic. and then she kisses me! and dude it was like, amazing. best kiss ever. and she took me back to her place and...”

“oh gay people,” dina sighed. “wish someone did that to me.”

“hey!” ellie yelled, knocking her shoulder. “youre so lucky i have class.” she threatened, leaning in to kiss dina as she headed out. “love you, have fun!”

“can i be brutally honest?” you wondered aloud. dina hummed, looking to you expectantly. “i almost hoped for someone like abby. i just... i don’t necessarily miss her, just us, you know? and i wanted that back.” you let out a breath, leaning against her shoulder. “but im so happy she wasnt. she was so, so much better.”

losing a limb.

@lov9r

[bigbadbatch]

Everlore

Fives x Female OC

Warnings: None yet! Just fluffy but be prepared for the worst to come.

Listening Recommendations: Gold Rush by Taylor Swift

Chapter One: Gold Rush

"I don't like a gold rush, I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush, I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch, everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you." -Gold Rush, T.S.

The typically clinical quiet of the military hospital on Coruscant is alive with giggles and shushes. Clusters of care attendants and nurses whisper behind charts and grin, teeth flashing.

 I and the other battle-forged medics trapped at the hospital for routine retraining try not to let our eyes roll. The cause for all this commotion is clear. The 501st is on planet. No battalion has as much swagger, as much pull and sway with the ladies as the 501st. Full of arrogant, charming, heavy-flirts who are known to have a good time when on leave, the 501st has all the available medical staff preening, ready for one single month of fun while they platoon is on Leave.

 “I wonder who’s gonna get the most attention this time.” Mathia comments over the stack of folders we’re sorting through.

 “Hm. Rex? Or is he old news now?” I reply.

 She shakes her head full of golden ringlets, “I hear he’s too strict now. What about Hardcase?” 

I snort in response, “There’s a joke in there somewhere.” 

We laugh. Both Mathia and I had just been sent to retraining after we had completed our three years of one-off medic missions. We would go to different planets with a different platoon each time for solo missions to learn the art of providing medical assitance in battle. Now that we are tried and tested, its time to await our official battalion assignments. So here at the hospital, in Coruscant’s shiny city, we wait for our new orders. The waiting is grueling, a constant wonder of which battalion’s boys we will be patching up next. Atleast there’s always the busy work. Retraining on old routines, sorting paperwork, inventory stocking. 

A gaggle of nurses come by to drop off a new stack of folders to sort.

“Did you hear? The 501st is in town!” A young woman, barely old enough to volunteer for the hospital service nearly swoons as she says it. 

Mathia takes her cue to dig for more information- “Oh expecting anyone special?” The girls all giggle and a brave one comes forward.

 “Fives!”

They erupt into more giggles and a blush blows across each of their faces. 

I wish I could hold back my shock, but I breathe a quiet, “Fives?” They all nod and hurry off, laughter lingering behind them. Fives is the most head strong and flirtatious of the group.

He’s the 501st’s golden boy.

 I should know.

 I do my best not to let my own face heat in a blush. 

A bell rings above us, and I give a sigh of relief. It’s time to leave. In our medic's uniforms, Mathia and I gather our things and make for the streets.

 “Wanna get a bite to eat?” She asks, knowing my answer as my stomach rumbles. I try to let the cool air clear my thoughts.

 I had met Fives a year ago when I filled in as their medic on a month long mission. It had been instant chemistry. Magnetic. His smile, his charm, his humor. I fed off his energy, and he fed off mine. We became quick friends, and the flirting was endless. Casual and comfortable and low stakes. Until… After the mission was completed, and the boys were all celebrating at camp before being shipped out the next morning, in a moment of pure unadulterated joy, he and I kissed. Just a kiss, but it’s stuck with me. I catch myself thinking of the feel of his lips on mine during cold, late or lonely nights. I hadn’t seen him in the year since, he and his platoon having shipped out before I even woke up the next day. 

“Hello? Are you even listening to me?” Mathia snaps her fingers in my face as we walk. I go to respond when suddenly I run headfirst into something much more solid than myself and end up on my ass on the cold ground. 

“Look out there! You okay, sweetheart?” 

A warm and strong  hand helps me up and I dust myself off before looking up.

 “Yeah sorry I…”

 I stop. 

His eyes sparkle in the lights of the street and it's like I’ve traveled back in time.

 “I didn’t see you there.” I finish. He probably doesn’t even remember me. My traitorous heart is skipping beat after beat and I feel my face flush.

“Fives?”

“Sophie? I.. I had no idea you would be here. It’s been a long time.”

At first it seems like he’s going to sweep me into a hug, which a year ago would have been expected. Then, instead, he places a hand on my elbow and the heat is searing.

“It’s so good to see you.” 

 “It’s good to see you too, Fives.” I say. 

Mathia’s eyes fly between the two of us and a look of understanding flashes in her face. She nearly vibrates as she says, “We were just going to get some food. You hungry?” 

I elbow her hard and Fives laughs.

 That laugh. I swear for a moment I’m back in that camp, on that night. Fire roaring, embers floating up into stars. He and I dancing around and around, laughing until we can’t breathe and until… I blink. 

“You’re welcome to join us.” I say, and I really mean it. 

He stretches his arm behind him and scratches the back of his head. “I just got on planet and we have meetings, but I appreciate the offer.”

 I nod, trying not to let disappointment creep in, and give him a little wave as Mathia and I turn to go. I feel so stupid. Why did I invite him? I’m nothing more than a distant name he remembered when he saw my face.

 He catches my wrist. 

“But.” He almost stutters. “Caf? With me, tomorrow? Maybe you can show me the best spot in town? My treat.” 

Shocked, I smile. 

“Sure. Meet you here in the morning.” Is all I can manage, and then I turn on my heels and nearly drag Mathia behind me up the street. 

—

Minutes later we sit at a booth in our favorite restaurant and she slams her hands on the table, rattling the silverware.

 “What. Was. That”.

“Nothing.” I reply. And truly it was just that- nothing. So, I tell her the story. 

We knew each other for a month. We were friends. Maybe even just friends of convenience. The kiss was an accident, and he likely didn’t remember it. I was shocked he even remembered me.

For all the fun we had poked at the nurses this morning for their fawning and squealing, Mathia tops them in her high pitched response. I shush her. 

“It’s just caf. Just to catch up I’m sure.” 

She grins wickedly at me and shakes her head. “Do you how many people would absolutely die just for that wrist grab he did? My  knees nearly buckled for you. He’s the one everyone’s talking about, and he wants to get caf with you!”

I shrug my shoulders. “I just don’t think it’s going to be what you’re imagining. Besides, I don’t like a gold rush. All eyes are on him, so one wrong move and all eyes are on me, and I’m not about that.”

Mathia nods and continues to hype herself up, “Since when have you ever been shy? You weren’t shy when you kissed him at that war camp!” 

“He kissed me. Not the other way around.”

I define, and she flutters her feet under her chair.

“Even better!” 

I go back to my small, Republic sanctioned apartment and don’t even bother to flick on the lights before I crash into my bed. Fives is here, on planet. I ran into him, literally. On this giant city-planet, he just happened to be right in my path on the day he arrived. More than that, he remembered me. I wonder just how much he remembers, how much the alcohol and chaos might have erased that night a year ago. Before I can even change clothes, I’m asleep on top of the covers of my bed, a smile on my face. 

— Cheers float in the chilled atmosphere, our breathing giving life to ghosts that float around us, mingling with the smoke of the bonfire. They did it. The 501st saved the planet of Mondrilla from the incoming Separatist threat. So now we celebrate. Cheap alcohol smuggled in by the more rowdy clones is passed around the fire, and food is spread around on makeshift tables made of ammo storage. I and the two other medics, a man and a woman, join in the clone’s revelry. The Jedi, figures I’d only seen in passing shadows, sit on the outskirts of the fire, talking quietly and observing. Rex is drunk, and his attempts at telling jokes leave us all laughing. Echo is arguing with a clone I don’t recognize over spilled rations and drinks and somewhere a radio kicks to life. Crackling, distant music gets many clones on their feet, clapping and shuffling about. Almost immediately, the other two medics are swept up in dances, and I watch from the rim of my cup as I sway to the music alone. I would dance, but observing is so much more fun. Seeing the bright, happy faces, seeing the energy pass from one brother to the next. A warm body stands next to me, knocking his cup into mine. “Cheers, Soph.” Fives smiles and downs his drink, clearly already feeling the effects. His cheeks are a warm red and his smile is lazy. I down my drink. We’re talking, laughing. Then suddenly I’m twirling, and we’re dancing. How did we end up here? The stars above me swirl as I spin and laugh. Fives’ arms are warm around me, and he lifts me up. He’s gazing up at me, eyes beaming and I can’t help but grin back down at him. I’m lowered to the ground, and we aren’t spinning anymore but the world around me continues to. It happens so fast. Our lips meet in a crash, heat flooding me, as I smile through the kiss.---

I wake up.

[steddiexbyler]

The mixed school-Chapter 4

Ace-Human

Ugh. What the hell happened? 

 Then I remembered. I had walked into my new dorm room, there was a Giant, and I passed out. I took a moment to process that, and then my brain finally caught up. 

 I bolted into an upright position, and I realized I was on a bed. Not my bed, but the Giant’s bed. I’m not gonna lie, it  was kind of comfy, but where was the Giant? I looked around frantically, and spotted him-asleep-his large form resting against the bed. My palms became sweaty as I studied him, making sure he doesn’t wake up. 

 Stupid anxiety. 

Now you may think, “Oh Ace, you don’t have anxiety, you’re too cocky for that. We can see your thoughts, most of them are snappy and sarcastic.” To that, I say shut the hell up, you’re just my internal narrator that wants to put me down. 

 Blah blah blah blah. . . I can’t hear you~

I hadn’t noticed that I had zoned out, probably for a while, because a groggy voice suddenly snapped me out of my internal rampage. 

 “Mate…You passed out for a good…” The Giant glanced at his watch. British accent. “6 hours. Looks like I did too.” He chuckled, but it was interrupted by a large yawn. My eyes flickered to his gaping mouth, shiny fangs decorating his upper row of teeth. 

 My heart most likely skipped a beat, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it for long because he spoke again. “My name’s Felix. What's yours?” I didn’t respond in that moment, because I was getting a really weird sense of deja vu, for some reason. I ran my eyes over his appearance again, and that's when it hit me. Tuxedo mask. I let out a hysterical laugh, to which he cocked an eyebrow. I’m not kidding, he really looked like that anime character from that show…What was it? Sailor something or other. I think Maragret watches it. 

 My mouth was dry, and my tongue felt like sandpaper, but I forced the words out of my mouth anyways. “Ace.”

 I met his gaze, and noticed that he had two different colored eyes. One green, one blue. 

 “You all right?” Felix inquired. “Yep! Just peachy.” I smirked, my facial features moving with ease from practiced repetition over the years. He just nodded, but I could tell from his expression that he didn’t believe me.   “Alright…But you are fidgeting a lot, you know that?” My head snapped down to my hands, which were drumming against my thigh. Of course it was. I moved my hands to under my legs, so that I was sitting on them now. “No I’m not.” 

 He just sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Anyways…Our other roommate arrived while you were passed out, he’s on the windowsill.” 

 I turned my head around to see the Borrower curled up into a little ball on a folded up piece of tissue, sleeping. His little face was scrunched up like he was deep in thought, and was most definitely tense. He was most likely a light sleeper. I could tell. His curly brown hair was sticking out everywhere, like a bird's nest. 

 I watched as Felix gently laid a finger on him, shushing him quietly. He looked so incredibly tiny under his touch, and guilt started to churn in my stomach. I had it easier. In comparison to me and Felix, I’d probably reach around his knee area, which was still scary, of course, but still. If I were to pick up the Borrower, he’d probably fit snugly in the palm of my hand, and you can just imagine what that looks like to Felix.

 “He told me his name is Leo.” Felix murmured, his tone gentle and protective, almost like a father. 

 Something in my brain just snapped. This Giant didn’t mean any harm. This one. I’d be comfortable around him, but will focus on other Giants because you have no idea what their intentions are, I told myself. 

  A wave of vulnerability sent chills down my spine as he watched me again. Even though I told myself I’d trust him,  I just couldn’t stop focusing on those eyes. 

 The quiet moment was ruined when my stomach growled loudly. My cheeks flushed bright pink when Felix snorted. I crossed my arms over my chest, huffing. “Not my fault my dinner earlier tasted like cardboard.” 

 Felix just smiled, amusement visible in his eyes. 

I really hoped this friendship would be worth protecting. I really hoped I could trust Felix, even if he was a Giant.