#☆ — 🦢 anon.

[heesimp]

hiii can I be 🦢 anon!

I was thinking maybe reader sexing prof heeseung

swan is saved for you! enjoy this drabble xxx

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“Aren’t your students coming soon?”

“I hope so.” Heeseung smiles down at you wickedly but it doesn’t stop you from looking up at him from where you sit on his desk in the empty classroom. It’s a free period for him and he’s called you in under the guise of revising a paper, but you know better than to believe that. You smack his chest at his innuendo.

Everybody knows who Heeseung is: a great professor who is as passionate about teaching as he is when it comes to literature. He started as a TA at this university before obtaining his PhD in literary studies and passes on his love for knowledge to his students.

You sit in the third row just shy from the center in your pretty dresses that are modest enough to wear to class but stylish too. Unlike the rest of your classmates, you aren’t afraid to answer Heeseung’s questions and raise your hand to give you input either. He likes that about you and it’s what made you his favorite student.

Heeseung loves ambition in people because he sees it in himself. He loves it when his students have that drive to them and loves reading papers and grading test scores from his brightest pupils. It makes him so proud.

You fit in his life somehow in ways he hadn’t imagined. You, with your supple skin and bright mind enticed Heeseung the first time you took advantage of his office hours. You’d been the first student to visit him and talk about the course material, and it didn’t help that you were wearing a short skirt on a hot day with your thighs sticking to the leather seat below you. He went home that night and touched himself to the thought of gripping your thighs as he fucked you in his office.

The first time the two of you were alone at a late hour on campus was by accident. You couldn’t make it to his office hours and asked to schedule for a time after classes were over and spent an hour discussing the lesson plan and your favorite authors. The second time was by accident too, as he had run into you at the library during the evening and offered to walk you to your car since it was so late at night.

The third time was by accident as well, except neither of you cared that clothes weren’t involved. Now, he conceals kisses with you in between your classes and his, and keeps his doors locked when you come in to have lunch with him.

“I have thirty minutes before my next class starts and you, baby, have an hour before your exam. Shouldn’t you be studying?”

“Stayed up all night just so I could do this with you now,” you say, pulling Heeseung closer to you by pushing your legs around him. He holds your waist and you position your crotch right against his. He’s hard already. “Besides, I perform better after I cum.”

“Mm, is that right?”

“Yes, professor. Haven’t you ever wondered why I test well with your cum sitting inside of me?”

“So dirty for me.” Heeseung dips down to press his lips right on top of yours like he’s been dying for a taste all morning. “Makes me wanna fuck you real hard.”

“You have thirty minutes.”

Your sultry voice lures him right in. He doesn’t have enough time for foreplay and fears that someone might need him before he’s set to begin teaching so he pulls his cock out of his pants before shoving them down until they reach his ankles. You did him a favor by wearing a dress today and when he pushes a hand underneath to push your panties to the side, he groans when he realizes you aren’t wearing any.

Heeseung pushes the tip inside of your wet hole and looks you in the eye. “You’re trouble.”

“You like that though, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he says, pushing himself further inside of you until you’re arching your chest into him, “I really do. My naughty girl.”

His hips thrust in and out of you at a nice pace. You feel him within your walls and push yourself off of the table with the palm of your hands to angle yourself towards him better with his wet dick sloshing around you. It seeps down onto his balls and Heeseung puts his own hands on the desk beside you in order to kiss you.

“Did you complete your online assignment?”

“Really, Hee? You’re asking me that now?”

Heeseung smirks and pushes himself in and out of you faster until you’re yelping against his lips. “Yeah, I am. Don’t want my best student to fall behind just because she’s drunk over some cock. Did you finish it, Y/N?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Do you think you did a good job?”

“I did!” you whine against him as Heeseung kisses your neck. “I double checked my references!”

“Perfect student with a perfect pussy.” He pulls back far enough to see his cock disappearing inside of you. “Wooooow. Would you look at that?”

“Wish you would come fuck me in my dorm,” you whine. “I hate fucking in your office.”

“You like my bed though, don’t you? My bed is much bigger than the pathetic twin the university gives you.”

“Yeah, but think about it. It’s really hot when you know we shouldn’t be fucking there.”

He shakes his head and kisses your lips to silence you. “Can’t risk getting seen by other students, baby. Fucking in my office is risky enough.”

“Then you should make me cum so we don’t get caught.”

Heeseung heeds your warning and uses the strength in his legs to push you onto the desk until your legs are in the air. His hands come to your calves to keep your legs apart just how he likes you to be, watching your silk-like pussy folds envelope him like you’re a siren waiting to ruin him.

You come when he comes. That feeling of sudden warmth in your hole makes you go insane every time he does it. Heeseung pulls out enough to watch as the rest of his cum drips onto your folds until he’s soft enough to clean the two of you up. He wipes you down with a spare tissue before he leans down to lick one strip up your pussy and kissing your clit before closing your legs for you.

“Same time tomorrow?” You bat your eyelashes at him and he laughs.

“I have a faculty meeting, unfortunately…Why don’t you spend the weekend with me?”

“Oh? And do what professor?”

“I think you know what.”

He wills himself not to get hard again.

[rubiehart]

jj is the type to beg you for head, just on his knees absolutely pleading for you to suck his dick

xoxo- 🦢

oh my goshhh.. can i expand by saying this is him when he takes E at a kegger and he’s just uncontrollable.. swan nonnie ily

you and john b had to practically drag jj back to the chateau, he’d taken something he clearly couldn’t handle and he was uncontrollable to say the least, random bursts of energy as john b wrestled him through the door, ignoring his protests to stop being a ‘party pooper’, the door rattling in its frame as jj knocked in with his shoulder, erupting into another fit of uncontrollable laughter as you and john b shared an irritated look. “get inside bro, you have got to sober up.”

you’d managed to pin him to the bed of the guest room, john b excusing himself when he saw jj was getting antsy, he’d had enough and decided you could handle him on your own. “john b get back here now.” you’d mutter sternly, as he just shrugged with a smirk, shutting the door to the bedroom and you heard the soft click of his bedroom door across the hall locking, letting out a defeated huff as jj cracks up at nothing in particular.

“what the fuck did you take?” you say, rubbing at your forehead frustratedly as jj places his hands behind his head, blinking rapidly at the ceiling and sighing. “tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes.” you look down at him in shock as he laughs. “oh my god..” you sigh, getting off of him, releasing he’s literally hard as a rock underneath you as he groans out.

“please do somethin’..” he pleas, reaching out for you as you sigh. “i’ve never been this fuckin’ hard in my life.. i dunno what i took but i cant do this shit..when you’re standin’ there lookin’ like that-” he rambles.

“you’re gonna shut up if i do?” you ask with a sigh and his eyes widen, wondering if you were being serious. “are you kiddin’, or…?” he questions, smirking a little. you shake your head, crawling up to him on the bed and working on his zipper, you hear him breathing heavily and look up at him with a cocked brow. “what? you never had a blowie before?” you ask with a chuckle, working his cargo shorts down his thighs.

“not from a smoke show like you.” he smirks, pulling his waistband down to release his cock and your breath catches in your throat. he was a fucking monster, rock hard and practically pulsing with the intensity, pretty pink tip leaking precum down his shaft, you look up at his face again to catch him tonguing at a fresh cut on his lip, clearly enjoying himself, a little too confident, you thought.

“you’re such a dick.” you mumble, working his shaft with two hands as he throws his head back against the stack of pillows. “hm?” he half moans out through clenched teeth. “please.. put it in your mouth.” he groans out and you feel yourself clench, your panties getting wetter by the second. “needy boy.” you joke, swirling your tongue around his tip. the small touch is like fireworks in his nervous system as he moans like a little bitch at the little kitten licks you were giving him. this was gonna be fun.

[glitterjay]

can u do gynaecologist enha (whichever member u want) with patient reader?

ifnotitsokayiunderstandimjustobsessedwithyourwriting

Also can I be🦢anon?

⭒ gynecologist!sunghoon, fingering, head implied (f. receiving) , suggestive content minors dni

⭒ c's note: this is a new approach, and i've never been to a gynecologist before, so im sorry if it's bad ㅜㅜ welcome to the club, 🦢'anon! do let me know if you liked it or not

⭒ due to popular demand, you can find part 2 here

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @enhabooks

you were quite nervous, to say the least, about visiting the gynecologist. you just wanted to get a checkup to make sure everything was right with your body, but since it was your first time, you were shy and embarrassed.

you had arrived at the place of your appointment just in time, walking straight into the doctor's office.

it took you by surprise to see a man. you had told yourself that a woman would be taking care of you, so you shouldn't be so embarrassed by this at all.

he noticed your shocked expression and asked you to take a seat by the desk, adjusting the glasses that were just about to fall off the tip of his nose. "you might have been expecting, dr. kim in here, but she had to go out. i'm dr. park, sunghoon park. there's no need to worry, i'll take good care of you."

his voice was deep yet soft, and it made butterflies appear in your tummy. you blushed, looking away from him and scanning the things adorning the room.

"i see that you came in just for a checkup. is it your first time?" you nodded, playing with your fingers as you looked down at them. the oen he was holding seemed to be from the college he attended and the year of his cohort. to your surprise, it was just a year before you graduated yourself.

"im gonna need you to lay in that bed over there for me, please."

you did as told, still fidgeting with your hands. he was getting ready for your check up, and he had to admit you looked very pretty.

"alright," he sat in front of the bed, and pulled out a robe. "there's a bathroom right over there. you can go change into this so your checkup can start."

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sunghoon had started conversation so you could feel less nervous. you had find out he was indeed a year above you in college, and has been working ever since graduation. it was a small world, and you were glad you didn't know him until today, or else it would've been worse.

the latex gloves he's was wearing were close against your sensitive skin. it send shivers up your spine every time sunghoon moved and touched. it was until a small moan left your mouth that sunghoon noticed what his hands were causing.

it was as if an angel had ascended straight from heaven to sing. sunghoon's body count was big, but he had never heard such a beautiful and melodious voice before.

he glanced over at the door, making sure it was locked, and went straight to business.

his long index finger started gathering the juices that were leaving your body, his eyes gleaming at the sight before him. he didn't lose anything, right? after all, both of you would win something.

"your body is perfectly healthy," he said, his fingers trying to stuff back the juices making your cunt glow. was it weird what he was doing? probably, but it had this weird and addictive feeling growing within you, so you didn't tell him to stop.

sunghoon inserted his whole index finger, curling it up as soon as he could. this made your body jump a little, allowing him to hear another wonderful moan.

he kept fingering you for a while, adding more fingers as he went on. as soon as your walls started to clench around him, he stopped.

he lowered the chair he was sitting on, so now his face was right in front of your exposed heat. he was staring at it like a hungry man, and you blushed when he looked up at you through his glasses.

"it looks pretty," he said. "perfectly taken care of, and I bet it tastes amazing too."

[shellxrls]

modeling different bikinis for bsf!jj to chose which one looks best and him totally paying attention 🤭

xoxo- 🦢

swan anonn you're coming in clutch with these ideas omg !!!

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in all different shapes and sizes too, and somehow (totally not planned on your part) the cut of the bikini tops grows increasingly smaller as the fashion show continues, going from a full halter neck with cups to a matching micro-bra and thong that that had the fat of your ass falling out and your peaked nipples shining through the material.

and jj is ready to start praying. his dick so stiff in his shorts he’s sure you must be able to see it, a steady flow of pre already dribbling out and no doubt wetting his day-old boxers.

“how about this one jayj? think it might be my favourite,” you hum, walking up to him and leaning straight down so your cleavage hangs in front of his face, his brows pinched into so much duress you’re scared he might actually faint on you.

“m—mhm that, that one’s great. hey, uhm, do you mind just backing up a bit y’know, having trouble— see-seein’ all the details right.” all while he’s internally begging for you to move bcuz if you don’t he’s sure he will bust in his pants at this moment.

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[xxkissesforchanniexx]

❥‧ be soft with me (김승민)

in which: as much as seungmin acted like he didn't care. there were a few days where he couldn't hold in his love for you.

genre: fluff rating: n/a. wc: < 300 pairing: seungmin x reader masterlist.

warnings: n/a

a/n: I know this is a really random drabble im totally not trying to apologize for the heart break you guys are going to go through this week when i post the first actual 1k event post ;-;

You walked into your apartment, and slipped off your shoes, setting your bag down on the table as you passed by it. "I'm home." You said, walking into the main room, finding it empty. You made a face, peeking into the kitchen then the bathroom, "Seungm-"

Arms wrapped around you from behind and you almost jumped, if it wasn't for your boyfriend's familiar scent clouding over you.

"Hi.." He muttered into your shoulder.

You reached up and patted his head. "Hi..."

Seungmin nuzzled into your shoulder and you giggled. "That tickles."

"Missed you." He squeezed you a bit tighter.

You smiled slightly. It was a rare occurrence for Seungmin to admit he missed you. "Did you?"

He huffed into your shoulder, pulling you away from the bathroom and steering your feet to your shared bedroom. "Don't push it."

You turned in his arms as you reached your bedroom and kissed his nose. "I need to take a shower."

Seungmin made a face and turned so his back was to the bed, he hugged you tightly and flopped back onto the mattress. "Not yet."

"Seungmo I need to go-"

He squeezed you. "Stay here a little while more."

You sighed and relaxed, "Okay."

As much as Seungmin wouldn't admit it, he loved quiet moments with you like this. And you loved it all the more.

"Get off me you smell like train and office building." Seungmin muttered after half an hour.

You glared at him.

He smiled and kissed you gently.

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[webism]

Satoru would be the type of person who would go 'I woke up at 3am severely dehydrated so eat my girlfriend out with me!'

His tongue tangles with your folds, the soft slurping sounds resonating from underneath the covers. Your slick drips down his chin; it's nearly 5am now. Goodness knows how long he's been at it. It's a miracle that you haven't woken up yet.

His nose bumps your clit with every move, every slurp, every drag of his tongue over your sloppy hole. He was acting like a starved man - like he hadn't eaten in weeks and you were his first meal.

Soft, breathless moans were dragged from your quivering lips, your dreams branded with his blue eyes and white hair. He licks the inside of your thighs, chasing the pearly white beads that he hadn't captured in your previous orgasm. Your juices were like a nectar to him; the taste always made him yearn for more.

As another orgasm washes over you, he laps it all up with vigour, a blissful groan leaving his lips, hands gripping your thighs, forcing them apart. You rouse from the impact of your orgasm, the euphoria slowly ebbing away as you push yourself to your elbows.

"S-satoru?"

-🦢

i love you 🦢 anon always feeding me

[spideyhexx]

rewatching Billy the kid because I’m sick and

I need Billy to slowly fuck me as he pins my hands above my head and makes intense eye contact

xoxo- 🦢

i need to rewatch some of it tomorrow :) y'all idk where this came from but here you go

mdni; fem!reader

"Darlin' I know you want to, just-"

A soft moan escapes your lips, cutting Billy off from his words, his hand pressing harder against your wrists that he's pinned above your head.

His hips thrust slowly into you, your legs hiked around his waist to keep him pressed close, his forehead almost resting on yours as he fucks you. Billy was showing a lot of restraint, taking his time like he was getting to know your body, even though he has lots of knowledge of you already.

"Billy please, I won't tug too hard," you whisper to him, your lips brushing his and he shakes his head.

"Honey, I swear to god, 'f I let you pull my hair, I'll come so quick," he rasps out and you feel his hand tighten even more to hold your hands away. You whine at him, but he's prepared for it.

"Won't work, honey, won't work, c'mere," he speaks under his breath, giving your lips the smallest kiss, nudging his nose on yours and giving you a second before pressing his lips fully on yours, humming into the kiss.

His lips are rough on your own, but somehow, Billy is able to make them feel as if they're the softest thing imaginable. He nips at your bottom lip as he pulls away and you bite back a smile, his thrusts remaining at their slow, almost agonizing pace, but it didn't matter. You still felt all of him, every part of him was encompassing you.

"Better?" He nudges his nose on yours again, resting his forehead to yours, his eyes meeting yours. Billy smiles when you nod and let yourself smile.

"You'll let me do it later?" Billy wants to roll his eyes, seeing as you haven't dropped it, but he nods, snapping his hips a little faster all of a sudden, just to make you gasp and sqieeze your legs around him tighter. You can’t help it, his hair is just so fun to play and pull at, especially when he makes the prettiest noises imaginable when you do it.

"'f course I will," he mumbles, watching your mouth part as returns his gentle pace, a soft sigh leaving his lips. Your eyes were so pretty to him, so full of every emotion he makes you feel and he wants to keep looking into them so he can feel it back. He needs to, he needs to feel all of the love, adoration, and desire you're feeling for him right now.

"Can I let go of your hands? Will you be a good girl?" You nod and he lets go of them, his hands moving to hold your hips instead. Part of you wants to immediately bury your hands in his hair and pull at the strands and the other part of you will settle with holding his shoulders. Fuck it.

Before he can react, you tangle your hands into his hair and pull on it, eliciting a deep groan from Billy as his head drops to your shoulder.

"You...fucker," he mumbles against the skin of your neck, biting at it, but he can't do it for long as he lets out a quiet moan, trying to hide it by gritting his teeth.

"You love me," you whisper right to his ear, already feeling the effect you're having on him as his thrusts quicken, his cock filling you out in the most perfect way.

Billy nods at your words, his fingers digging into your hips. "Say it, Billy," your voice still hushed, albeit shakier as his hand moves to rub your clit, his hand warm against your already hot skin.

"I love you," he says, grunting out in his lower register, "oh 'm gonna come, honey." Your fingers tug on his hair again in response, and Billy thrusts one, two, three more times before he's spilling into you, "c'mon honey, come right here with me, please," he almost whines out against your neck before he lifts his head to see your face as the rush of his orgasm overtakes you as well, using your grip on his hair to compose yourself.

"You love me?" He asks, nosing at your cheek while your brain is still hazy. You turn your head slightly to catch his lips, the kiss is wet and sloppy as your tongue meets his and you mutter into it, "I love you."

let's chat about billy, here :)

[38riku]

Good morning / afternoon

If you are willing, would you be able to write a drabble / headcannons for any Twisted Wonderland characters (any dorm is fine) for a reader who’s based off Black Pearl Cookie from CRK?

You don’t have to do this request !

Love your work - swan anon 🦢

thank you sweets ! i chose octavinelle and malleus – if you want any other dorms just let me know <3 hope you enjoy

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

Black Pearl Cookie!Reader x Octavinelle / Black Pearl Cookie!Reader x Malleus (reader is not the prefect.) not proofread.

𝐚. 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

azul watches you, to your knowledge, and although it's a bit creepy you have no intention of confronting him about him as long as he keeps his distance.

however, the reason he is watching you is to do just that.

he's familiar with the tales of where you're from. nothing good comes in or out of the duskgloom sea, yet, here you were, and you had him completely enthralled.

then he overblots and you see him.

days later and be still wonders just what you thought of him. is he worse than the terrors of the sea you call home? judging by your looks, he'd be the only terror that would reside there.

azul lets his nerves get the better of him and approaches you when the lounge is nearly empty.

"i would like to apologize for ... the vulgar display of my overblot and octopus-like ... form." clearing his throat, he turned to leave, only to stop when you spoke. "you think you look vulgar?"

your melancholic tone caused his head to whirl in your direction. "the overblot was a bit much but there is nothing wrong with the way you look azul."

he blinks in shock, for the sincerity you held was that of someone who understood – someone who had insecurities of their own – and even though he couldn't fathom what you lacking, he didn't question it.

"yes, i suppose there isn't."

somehow, the small moments of conversation happened scarcely, despite this, he pieced together the small pieces of information you shared.

you had sisters that you adore. he could see the faint twinkle in your eyes as you spoke about them. you tone, on the other hand, was strained.

'you feel inferior to your sisters' he thought.

your view on love was sour, eluding to a past heartbreak that you haven't recovered from, and contributed to your current state of mind.

why?

why is every thought consumed by you?

why did he feel the aching need to dig deeper, knowing he may never reach the bottom and may not resurface?

you knew he can take the pain away. no matter how large the scar, the deepness of the cut, the memories that you held close — you don't deserve to hurt.

he sighed, tucking the golden scroll away.

"i hope you come to realize that the fate you've been given isn't one you must live."

𝐣. 𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

jade is rather good at reading social cues. yours to be specific. he's unintentionally devoted his time catering to you when you're in his vicinity.

you don't like to be bothered. a quick greeting or farewell is all you're willing to muster, and he respects that. unfortunately not everyone does.

at least when you're at the lounge he can help you. whether its sending his brother their way or redirecting them on his own terms it doesn't matter.

he can't tell if you've noticed his meddling but he is quite sure you've realized that no one approaches you in the lounge, which causes you to frequent more often.

"good evening. shall we start with drinks?"

it's jarring the way his mind can be filled with you but he acts just like any other member of the staff.

he watches as you scan over the new seasonal items, honing in on the desert items — leading him to believe you had a sweet tooth — "the pearl decorated cookie spread please ... and my usual drink."

you handed him back the laminated sheet, thanking him promptly and returning to your work.

although service is typically quick, the speed at which you received everything was noticeably faster.

"i hope you enjoy. in fact, i came up with the spread design myself." his comment didn't come off as boastful or arrogant, in all honesty you couldn't quite tell what was hidden in his tone.

"as the first person to order it i would like to hear your thoughts."

as you obliged, he took a seat on the other side of the booth, gauging your reaction.

when jade saw your face light up briefly he felt a sense of satisfaction that made him warm. "they use imported sugars and spices from the duskgloom sea. your presence inspired me to add such delicacy to the menu. i'm delighted that it suits your taste."

your eyes. he didn't mean to let it slip it was his idea — you as his muse — and that your delight was his ultimate goal, but, he couldn't help it when you stared at him with such intensity.

"i'm not quite sure what you're getting at."

"please don't think too much about it. as a frequent visitor, i simply wanted to ensure your comfortability." he excused, placing a hand across his chest before bowing slightly. "my apologies if—"

"no need. it seems i misunderstood." finishing the last of the platter, you slid out of the booth, "thank you for the menu feature. i'll be sure to enjoy it as long as it's on the menu."

making your way to the bar to pay, he couldn't help but chuckle once you were out of ear shot.

you didn't misunderstand. he did it to make you feel ... better.

if you wouldn't allow anyone close enough to fix it, he'll continue to try and alleviate your suffering from a distance.

𝐟. 𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

your relationship with the eel is grating. you aren't quite sure why he constantly insists on pushing your buttons or how he winds up in your bubble daily.

the reason is irrelevant. for all you know, he does it for his amusement which, irritates you even further that someone could be so ignorant. especially since you've lashed out on him a few times – earning you detention and a reminder of the rules regarding magic use.

"heya oyster."

you flinched back, whirling around and glaring at said eel. "awe, did I scare you? i didn't mean it." there wasn't any remorse in his tone but you don't think he meant to startle you.

"i'm not doing this with you right now." you huffed, not wanting the conversation to escalate.

"ha? do what?" walking off isn't that effective when he's lanky and athletic and used to chasing people down. "i just wanna talk to ya."

"i don't want to talk. not to you, not to anyone." any person with sense would leave it at that. your harsh tone sent chills down the spines of passersby's, ducking their heads and rushing past to give the two of you the walkway.

it seems that a majority got the hint except him.

"i know that oyster. i'm just wondering why you go through all this trouble being mean when it's not you." yawning, he missed the way you stopped walking, having to double back a second later.

floyd isn't easily intimidated. he's usually the intimidating one. but, he can admit you made him shrink just a bit. especially when you used magic. he didn't know the duskgloom sea was habitable; let alone to mages.

he may've approached you differently if he knew. then maybe he wouldn't have returned to his dorm soaking wet and partially electrocuted.

"you don't know me."

"don't have to." shrugging, he continued. "you're scared. trust me, i see fear everyday. yours just isn't 'ah gonna get beat up' y'know?"

he wasn't helping his case.

"just sayin!" raising his hands in surrender, he watched you stomp away to your dorm and didn't follow you this time.

floyd groaned aloud. that went terribly and now he's in no mood to go to class.

instead he goes to his room, flopping on the bed and rethinking his plans. you didn't want to be like that, yet asking you to drop the act up front doesn't seem to be the best idea.

he knows you're a pearl — pretty and shiny — and he knows you were like that from the beginning.

what made you put up such a hard shell?

when he finds out, he'll make sure to squeeze it until you're satisfied.

𝐦. 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

malleus desires inclusion. he longs to be invited to events, participate in conversation with his peers, and not be feared for existing.

that is why you became the object of his silent rage.

people want to befriend you. they approach you with the intention of companionship and you respond with clipped words, not returning their kind regards.

"you don't truly believe they were always that way, do you?" lilia questioned him when he explained his personal grudge.

in hindsight, his assumption was silly. instead of viewing it from another's perspective he watched you and realized that it wasn't only silly but ridiculous.

something weighed heavily on your heart. he noticed it when your mind wanders during lectures, in the lunch hall, and even walking to and from the school.

you've experienced the compassion of another as well as the betrayal one can cause when they're wedged in your heart. how did he not notice it prior to lilia's input?

the expression you wore is similar to his grandmother's.

"there are fates worse than death." he recalls her words. right here — watching you from afar read alone on a bench — is where he understood what she meant.

"never being able to love again." malleus whispered. he had you all wrong, blinded by jealousy he foolishly harbored towards you.

as swiftly as he could without frightening you, he approached your figure.

"child of the sea." he greeted, "i felt inclined to inform you that there is an abandoned shrine in the eastern part of the woods around the school."

"it is quiet and no one ventures that far on a whim. there's a small lake as well, if that interests you."

bowing, he bid you farewell and left without hearing what you'd say. uncharacteristically his nerves got the better of him as he vanished.

that night, he wondered if you would visit the area in your free time. perhaps he should've stayed and awaited your reply, yet, his face warmed in embarrassment the longer he thought.

he is a fool. an utter fool. the aching feeling he felt must be guilt, mustn't it? or is it the same ache you felt when you let someone in your heart ...?

© 2024 — 38riku. Do not copy or repost or plagiarize my work. All Rights Reserved.

[princessbrunette]

i was scrolling thru tiktok and the sound “bla bla bla proper name place name back story stuff” reminds me so much of bunny!reader.

like rafe is just rambling on about his day or his work and she genuinely has to really try to listen to what he’s saying instead of just staring at him all lovey and dazed. he’d be so annoyed too.

“kid quit starin’ and listen” quit being sexy then goddamn😒

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no it’s literally soooo bunny cos sometimes it’s just no thoughts just rafe !!!!!!

[jaylaxies]

thinking abt heeseung as your best friends older brother who’s weirdly possessive over you and loses it whenever he sees a guy flirting with you, especially because you’re just so clueless and think the guy is just being nice -🦢

and you’re fed up with how he doesn’t hesitate to ruin every conversation of yours by popping out of nowhere, threatening the guy as if he’s got any right to do so.

“okay, what the actual fuck is wrong with you, heeseung? stop doing this, he was just being nice and you scared him,” you asked, frustrated as he scoffed.

“being nice? oh, baby he’s got no intentions of being nice with you, alright,” he rolls his eyes and you sigh, “why do you even care?” you ask and he loses it, simply because he doesn’t get how you can be so clueless.

“i’ll show you why i care,” he whispers, angry as he pulls you by your waist, your nose brushing against his, “do you wanna know why, baby?” he chuckles, caressing your waist with his cold finger tips as you nod, knowing what was to come.

he wasn’t nice as he kissed you, his frustration took over as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth, capturing you in a messy kiss while helping you ride his thigh, the thin panties doing nothing to help your sensitive clit as it brushed against the rough material of his jeans, making you cry out of sheer pleasure. after all, he had to show you why he cared.

[pintrestgrl]

Does rafe ever go back to barrys house when barry is there just to hang out or something and does precious react in any kind of way? I am very much invested in this storyline now

yes actually that’s the fucked up part is that rafe is one of his main distributors so he’s over at least 3x a month.

precious literally wants to die everytime because all she can think about is the fact that rafe accidentally called her precious during it which means he knows her. but she doesn’t recognize him. but he won’t stop fucking staring at her.

it doesn’t help that rafe always pops up out of nowhere and barry doesn’t warn her so she will be ass naked n asleep. him n barry will come into the room to get something real quick while she’s literally fully exposed asleep on the bed and she can feel his presence so she wakes up in a panic.

she literally is so scared all the time and barry has asked her why she freaks out when he comes around to which she replies , “i don’t like the white man.”

poor baby she pops like a bunch of his pills again too so she can calm herself down. she sits in the bed soothing herself by playing with her hair like barry taught her while rafe sits right outside on the couch sharing a beer with barry.

[fantasticsandwich]

yandere siren! neuvillette x reader (intro)

Adopted by the sea, you have devoted your life to discovering its mysteries. What happens when you stumble upon an enigma that returns your interest tenfold?

You don’t know anything besides the sea. Neither your name nor the person guided by it years before, but when the moon’s pale face greets you, leering over its wavering, abysmal reflection swathed in sheets of liquid silver and indigo, you recall how some things are only created to be viewed at a surface level. To delve any further is to invite your demise, so you have learned to fill your mind with other sinking thoughts, like how amongst all the treasures your ship ferries to gilded thrones, the finest gems are scattered amongst your motley crew.

However, despite the fact that courts across the land commission you to discover and steal, meager entails can no longer sustain your crew, and you refuse to let the Waverider be decommissioned. The piers are a marketplace of secrets, myth and fact alike, yet when you catch wind of a discovery that will send shockwaves across the earth, you would have been foolish not to investigate. Like any other sailor, you have heard of and long to discover the hermit kingdom of Fontaine, so when another captain aboard a smaller vessel was rumored to possess a map of a newly discovered waterway, you besieged it.

Grinding it to driftwood the very next evening, you did everything in your power to bring that map into your possession and fled, redirecting your course the moment it graced your hands. Now, with a chorus of shanties, you charge steadfast into uncharted waters, where cyclones await, eager to ensnare. You hadn’t anticipated the sudden shift in climate, but your crew is prepared to weather the storm at your side. Diluc, your second in command, stands on the deck, bracing himself against nothing, tottering around.

Your hands clasp around the wheel as if to wring the neck of the tempest itself. The gale roars its fury, clawing at the sails and throwing its weight against the stout hull of your vessel. Yet above the cacophony, your voice rises, slicing through the tumult.

“Retreat below,” you shout, barely audible as a thunderclap crackles across the sky.

Your crew, shadows cast in the intermittent glow of vengeful lightning, scurry across the heaving deck, moving with a bumbling grace, bodies bending and twisting to the will of the wind as they pour into the galley. Doors slam shut, soon to be barred. You scan the expanse of the ship, finding a stray, defiant figure creeping up the stairs, clutching the bannister to keep from spilling over.

“I gave an order,” you sternly declare.

“I won’t leave,” says Diluc, jaw clenched and brows furrowing.

His anger is as brazen as his fiery hair; it whips around like a flame dancing in the wind. He is filled with promise. With light. His loyalty to you, a no-name captain, is misplaced. Your survival is uncertain, but you will ensure your crew endures, no matter the cost. Even if that means discarding your life, they will live through the night.

“If you don’t leave now, you’ll leave at the next port.”

Gauging your sincerity, he creeps forward. You merely glare.

“Now. Or you’re fired.”

With a simper, he retreats. Alone now, you permit your shoulders to sag. It isn’t only the sopping coat that weighs you down.

Tousled by a ferocious wind, waves crest and trough, rattling the ship like brittle bones. Nestled at the helm, you grit your teeth and face the brunt of the aquatic assault. Battered by torrents, your rain-soaked coat weighs like stones. Similarly burdened, your captain’s hat dips below your brow. With your sight cleared, an otherworldly vision is tossed aboard, piercing the veil of rain and darkness. A flash of silver, swift as lighting, slithers onto the deck. His skin holds the pallor of moonlight, a stark contrast to the storm’s grim palette. Those dark blue eyes, deep as the fathomless abyss, ensnare your gaze. The white tendrils of his hair whip about him, serpents writhing. Pointed ears peek through the wild mane, completing the image of a creature not quite of this world.

For a moment, the storm’s clamor quiets, as if the elements themselves held their breath in reverence. He is the embodiment of everything unknown that you sought—the whispered secrets hidden by the sea, the melody of unanswered questions

Briefly, your gazes clash. Stolen with the next tidal wave, the mysterious being is returned just as swiftly as he landed. In shock, your grip on the wheel falters. The tempest, seizing its chance, rears like a spiteful beast, wrenching the helm from her loosened grip. With a violent buck, you are gifted to the whims of gravity. The world upends: the sky, a churning of dark clouds above your head, now swiftly becomes the raging sea below. You are airborne but for a breath before the embrace of the ocean claimed you, a lover both cruel and seductive. The sea you adore is merciless: it offers a churlish welcome, engulfing you in its embrace. You plunge into the heart of the storm-tossed waters, and there is no gradual descent—only the shock of the cold that seizes your lungs, the harsh slap of brine against your cheeks. It is terrifying, this surrender to an earthly yet uncaring supreme. Yet amidst the terror, a strange beauty whispers, almost like a voice in a shell.

Although the sea is dark, beams of sunlight and luminous animals dart through the billowing waves. Hordes of sickly pale flounder filter past in streams, storming you in a whirlpool. Halfway through this descent, enveloped in a cold, viscous pool where light dim and the world above are a distant memory, your life as a captain, your quest for memories lost—they are inconsequential. Here, in the clutches of the deep, your fragmented past us scattered further by the currents, your identity dissolving into the salt and spray. All of it—it was for naught. You are inconsequential compared to the raw might of the sea.

Amidst the turmoil, a figure descends with otherworldly grace. A lithe figure slices through the water, his form a specter of light against the oppressive darkness. With each fluid stroke, he encroaches, his pale skin luminescent beneath the frothing waves, long white hair trailing behind him like a comet tail. The ethereal sight of him strikes the remaining air from your lungs. Death is hauntingly beautiful; you will welcome it with open arms if this beautiful being is your harbinger.

As he approaches, the chaotic churning of the water softens into gentler undulations. His dark eyes, mirrors of the abyss, fix upon you with a precarious interest. His gaze meanders over you. Without warning, he ensnares your wrist with a touch both gentle and resolute. You glance down at where he holds you and notice a glimmering length of pale scales in place of legs. The cold fear seizing your veins is met with an inexplicable warmth. With his guidance, you began an ascent, and the surrounding waters seemed to part in reverence to his silent command. As if recognizing the sovereignty of its son, the tumultuous swells ebb away from you, creating a serene path towards the surface.

You cannot fathom the enigma that is this moment, nor the serendipitous fate that will, if only for a moment, bind your life to that of a non-human, to a siren. His motivations are shrouded, as impenetrable as the depths from whence he came.

Still, foam-capped, you breach the surface. You are hardly lucid enough to expel the liquid ice from your lungs, yet you realize how the winds die, how the waves cease their torment, how the storm abates to present you to him—a figure cloaked in gauzy light, sunshine gleaming from his snow-peaked head, stars in his eyes. Like clouds reflecting the sun, he is blinding.

As if conscious of his splendor, he tilts you back. You are too weak to protest as a large hand cradles the gap between your shoulders, the other, resting over your eyes. You feel brief pinpricks along your vertebrae but little else: eased onto your back, you are propelled through the waves, gliding seamlessly, without so much as a splash. You long to speak, but your throat is rimmed with salt. You offer no protest, lulled into sleep as a gentle hum picks up. Dull to your waterlogged ears, it almost sounds like a hymn.

A/N: only the intro for now! I'm hoping to have the rest out by the winter holidays but i've become a bit obsessed with this piece, so I'm nit-picking my prose. Thank you, swan anon, for introducing me to Genshin. While I haven't got a feel for most aspects, I'm really enjoying it. (Was there any reason to include Diluc? Not at all. Does someone have a Genshin crush? Maybe.)

[starfxkrinc]

kitten sometimes gets jj so wired he starts acting like a rabid dog… biting nd salivating all over her, pupils dilated nd shaky n twitchy like the mutt he is :3 kittens always brought something very out of body like out of him ever since they were kids, which is why they probably scrapped that much looking back on it (nothings changed), but to him— shes akin to a shiny new bone he cant let go of… (he has a severe case of resource guarding)

— 🦢

OH LETS GET INTO THEIR HISTORY ACTUALLY

cause yeah you're right something about her just well in the words of luke "makes him tweak out" and he never understood why because he doesnt act like this with anyone not even pope. in middle school he would flip from sexually harassing her to trying to fight her in one period. they would have to be separated constantly because all they did was fight and he's bigger than her.

but kitten antagonizes him, always has. she got away with it because she was quiet and sneaky, only the people who knew her knew that she was really fucking hell.

and despite all jj hated when someone had a crush on her. cause he was the one who got to kiss her behind the building after class. he got to push her off the swings, he was the one she split her lunch with and the thought of anyone else having that would set him off bad. like pope and john b used to tell him to chill but here he is getting another ISS for knocking some other boy out during lunch.

this of course evolved into their toxic situationship, by high school they were messing around on and off but jj had to ruin that by absolutely decimating her in bite marks and hickeys. he wasnt a virgin when they first fucked but she was and that made him feel fucking insane. he gave her a stick n poke right on her hip so anyone else who took her clothes off had to see it. so yeah when they got older and they finally started dating forreal this time it was unsurprising to most, but jj figured that feeling would settle but it doesnt. she still tweaks him out. he still finds himself sticking his face in her neck to smell her, and biting down right on her pulse point and scratching and drooling all over her cause like. she's his.

he has something he wants and even he cant fuck that up.

[akutasoda]

mm can you write showering with kisses tecchou, jouno and any others?????

how are tou doing

stay safe

-🦢🌊

kisses galore!

synopsis - showering them in kisses

includes - ranpo, jouno, tecchou

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, even more fluff, slight teasing in ranpo's, wc - 807

a/n: im doing well! hope you are aswell and keep safe yourself!

ranpo edogawa ★↷

ranpo was bored out of his mind. he lay slumped over his desk trying desperately to think of something that could cure this boredom. at the moment the agency was experiencing a lack of 'interesting' cases that ranpo wanted to work on and so he had far too much free time on his hands.

unfortunately you happened to walk into the offices at the very moment ranpo lifted his head from his desk. immediately he called you over with urgency ans you felt compelled to see what was bothering him.

'find something to entertain me!' he was practically demanding you to help him cure his boredom but you knew if you didn't help soon, he may become all the more intolerable for the rest of the day - or week, if nothing happened to change that in that time.

it was a longshot but currently the only thing you could think of and it was better to try now - the rest of the agency were either working in an actual case or elsewhere. you cupped his head in your hands before placing lots of kisses to various parts of his face.

'does this satisfy your boredom?' you drew back and asked, taking note of his almost lovestruck face that morphed more into a smirk, and a menacing one at that.

'hmm, i'm not completely sure, perhaps a few more will help me decide'

you could only sigh before giving in to his whims and peppering his face in even more kisses.

saigiku jouno ★↷

from the very moment that jouno walked through the door, you could tell he wasn't in a great mood. it was rather comidic to you how childishly he could behave if he was annoyed or upset but that didn't diverge from the fact that he was clearly both as of now. he was practically storming around your shared accommodation so you had to figure a way to calm him down, even just a little.

you managed to catch him when he stopped in your shared bedroom, he was still noticeably a tad sulky but the worst of it seemed to of dissipated. you knew he knew you were in the room with him amd so you made no move to announce your presence and decided to get straight to the point.

'noticed you need some cheering up and i thought i'd help' you noticed how his frown still seemed permanently etched into his face

'how so?' his usual attitude seemed null and you were surprised at how down he actually seemed.

you didn't answer verbally as his answer came in the form of a kiss to his low jaw, and soon another was placed near to the last. you finished placing kisses across his jaw and moved to kiss any other place on his face you could. the results were visibly show by the slight tint of red dusting jouno's cheeks and a small smile cracked his frown.

'i see, now it's only fair i reciprocate such a lovely action?'

tecchou suehiro ★↷

the night wasn't anything special per say, you and tecchou were cuddled up on the couch as some movie played on the tv. you couldn't even really remember why you two decided to watch this one in particular but it wasn't exactly capturing your attention and so boredom soon overpowered.

you weren't too sure if tecchou was actually entirely engrossed in the film aswell but before you could wonder anymore, an idea formed in your head. sitting up slightly you looked toward him andhe immediately looked at you back - clearly he wasn't really that interested in the film. he looked like he was ready to ask what you were doing or if everything was ok, but you beat him to it.

leaning to the side slightly, you placed a kiss to the side of his face before placing another in a close by spot. after kssing him a couple of times you drew back and looked at him, he looked rathrr flustered yet held a small dmile on his face that you couldn't help but mirror before diving back in and giving the other side of his face the same treatment.

the movie was now entirely forgotten, and as you drew back a second time you noticed how tecchou himself seemed to follow your movements - almost as if he was chasing the kiss you were yet to give him after kssing every other area of his face. he didn't say anything and neither did you but you both knew what you both wanted at this point, a final kiss on the lips.

although tecchou would be rather happy to have you pepper his face in kisses for the rest of his life.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @vi-chan07

[vanillarosekiss]

hihi!! ive had this idea in the back of mybhead for a while but cannot write for the life of me lols. would it be possible to do like a mlm (if posssible??) enimies to lovers type blurb where reader is also a soilder and he shows up to prices door after getting in a fight becaise he has nowhere to go + maybe goes to smut???

Hi pretty!! I’d be honoured to, i love this idea. I hope this is what you envisioned..ꨄ︎ This was circling my thoughts the entire day and i’m going to write it in 2 parts, where the 2nd part will have smut. Enjoy lovely!

Anger’s Aftermath pt.1 ⋆⁺₊❅.

warnings: amab!reader x John Price, language, mentions of violence, brief description of injury/blood, panic attack, angsty-ish, this is LONG and only part 1! (lmk if i forgot any).

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

The obnoxiously loud pounding on Price’s door came again, sharp and impatient. His first instinct was to ignore it—whoever it was could sod off and leave him to his peace. But the knocking didn’t stop.

“Bloody hell,” Price muttered under his breath, grabbing his glass of whiskey as he strode to the door. Yanking it open, he was halfway through a harsh ‘what the fuck do you want?’ when the words caught in his throat.

It was you. Of all people.

Blood trailed sluggishly from your split lip, pooling in the middle of your chin. One of your eyes was swollen, the skin surrounding it an ugly purple, and a deep gash above your eyebrow still trickled fresh crimson. Your knuckles were raw and split, with flecks of blood—your own or someone else’s, Price couldn’t tell— dotting the backs of your hands.

“Christ,” Price muttered, his tone a mixture of exasperation and disbelief. “What the hell have you done now?”

“Got in a fight with one of the lads.” You say, looking as if your knees would give out any minute.

“Looks like you lost.” He replied, apathetically.

“Didn’t lose,” you bit out, though your voice wavered slightly. “Just… didn’t win as clean as I’d like.”

Price let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “And what? You thought showing up here was a good idea?”

You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his judgemental gaze. “Just let me in, Price. I’m not asking for a damn favor.”

“Sounds like one to me.” He says, but reluctantly moved aside and let you in, shutting the door behind you.

He went into another room for a minute or two and came back with a first aid kit.

“Patch yourself up.” he said, leaning back against the wall.

You scoffed, picking up the towel with trembling hands. “Thought you’d enjoy this. Gives you another excuse to lecture me.”

“I don’t need excuses. You’re enough of a disaster on your own.” He said bitterly.

You glared at him but it lacked your usual fiery temperament, and you said nothing.

He let the silence hang for a moment before he pushed off the wall and crouched in front of you.

“Give me that,” he said gruffly, taking the towel from your hands. “You’ll just make it worse.”

You tensed but didn’t argue, watching as he dabbed at the cut on your lip. His touch was careful, precise, but his expression stayed impassive and unreadable.

“Mind telling me what happened?” he asked, not looking up.

“Does it matter?”

“It does if it’s going to keep dragging you into my house at this ungodly hour.”

You huffed, looking away. “One of the lads made a crack. I didn’t like it.”

“And you couldn’t keep your mouth shut?”

“Didn’t feel like it,” you muttered, words littered with a subtle shame.

Price’s jaw ticked, but he kept working, his movements a little rougher now. “You’ve got a real talent for making enemies.”

“Funny,” you shot back, your voice sharp despite the pain.

Price didn’t respond immediately. He finished cleaning the cut on your lip before moving to the gash above your eyebrow.

“You know,” Price said finally, his voice low but pointed, “for someone who’s so damn good at running their mouth, you’re surprisingly bad at thinking things through.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” you muttered, shifting slightly on the couch.

“Don’t start,” he warned, his tone sharp enough to cut. He knew you weren’t in the best of moods but he was still above you, being your commander and all. “You’re lucky it’s just bruises and cuts that aren’t that bad.”

“I didn’t ask for a lecture,” you said, though your voice lacked stability.

“No, you asked to bleed all over my couch instead,” he snapped, setting the bloodied towel aside.

The words hung in the air between you, the tension crackling like static. Instead of snapping back, you dropped your eyes to the floor, your shoulders slumping slightly.

Something about the way you sat there—worn down and vulnerable—made Price’s irritation falter. For all the bravado you usually threw around, you looked utterly defeated.

“What’s really going on?” He said out of nowhere.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, too quickly.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Your jaw tightened, and for a moment, Price thought you’d tell him to shove it. But then your hand trembled slightly as you began to talk.

“It’s just…” You stopped, your voice cracking slightly. “It’s not just the fight. Everything’s been—hell, I don’t even know. I’ve been trying to..”

Your words trailed off, your breathing quickening. Your chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, your hand gripping the edge of the couch tight.

“I can’t—” you gasped, shaking your head, your voice suddenly unsteady. “I can’t fucking breathe—”

“Hey,” Price said sharply, leaning forward, his tone immediately changing to something steadier. “You’re panicking. Look at me.”

You didn’t. “I can’t—can’t stop—” Your chest heaved, the edges of your vision swimming as your breaths came faster.

“Look at me,” Price said again, more forceful this time. He moved closer, kneeling in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders. “Breathe with me.”

“I can’t!” Your voice cracked, a tear slipping down your cheek as you struggled against the panic swallowing you whole. It felt as if you were drowning but above water.

“Yes, you can,” Price insisted, his grip steadying you. “Listen to me. Look at me. Right here.”

I’m beyond excited to write pt. 2!!! Why is my writing so much better with other people’s asks/ideas?? I love it though.

[starjxsung]

okayyy i guess i will make the first request !!! :3 what do you think jealous sex with skz would be like ? the type of sex where they're so jealous and frustrated by something (or someone), they need to fuck their frustration into you

giggles and runs away

-🦢

Chan: quiet at first about why he’s frustrated or jealous tbh. sorta just makes it obvious that he’s horny (I lowk feel like he would get horny as a result of being frustrated or mad??), fucks his anger out on you and it’s v sloppy, not rushed per se but closer to a quickie even though he can still go a few rounds. Lots of heavy grunting and he’s not trying to be quiet at all. And only after he’s finished and you’re in bed beside him catching your breath, he’ll indulge you in the details of what’s got him so bothered. Become the sort of thing where you’re horny if he comes home in a visibly frustrated mood because you know what it implies ! Very talkative during aftercare though. Like your own personal little Channie gossip sesh

Minho: will rant to you between kisses while he’s ripping your clothes off. Hes definitely indulging you in all the details the second he’s alone with you- you’re the type to be on the same page about everything together, and naturally, you hate the people he hates and vice versa. So when he’s frustrated, he goes to you first about it. Sometimes it can be a very emotional sort of thing, could mean he’s shedding a few tears out of frustration and you’re there to console him about it. But when it’s just straight anger or annoyance, he’s going to rant to you until he physically cannot talk in between kisses anymore. He’ll probably even just start to fuck you while he’s still ranting until his frustration turns into the type of pleasure that replaces his words with nothing but heavy breathing and moaning. Not even sure what he was so annoyed about by the time he’s done w you !

Changbin: doesn’t want to make a big deal about it ! You have to sorta coax it out of him. And honestly, he’s simultaneously best coaxed and relaxed after a good fuck. He’s not one to be too rough or anything just because he’s upset, but he’s just grateful you’re the best stress reliever. Lots of kissing, desperate grabbing at each other and sometimes the sex can even feel lighthearted when he’s aware that you’re doing your best to comfort him. Sort of the realization that no source of frustration or jealousy is worth letting it come between the two of you. So he’ll just give himself to focusing on your pleasure and then talk it out after. He might even deny it after and joke around that he was never frustrated or jealous to begin with, but he’s still thanking you for it and eventually you’ll be on the same page about what’s bothering him.

Hyunjin: sweaty. When he gets consumed by frustration or especially jealousy, he’s particularly sloppy with his thrusts, very sweaty, probably sucks a few hickies wherever he can reach and doesn’t care to make them discreet. He’s all heavy breathing, loud groaning, just kinda wants to fill you up with his load as a stress reliever tbh. Feel like he wouldn’t say anything about it but you’d know he was jealous in the way he fucks. Also evident in the way he speaks very little- of course he’ll pay careful attention to cues to make sure he’s not hurting you or anything, but the talking will be very minimal. He just relies on his body language to indicate what he wants. If he is jealous about something, my guess is you won’t know until he’s had a few days to wait on it before saying anything.

Jisung: needier than usual ! Feel like especially if he got jealous over something, he’d be itching to get you home and fuck you like he never has before, just to prove a point. Maybe uses it as an opportunity to try something you’ve both been wanting to try. The guy at the bar was staring at you a little too long? He’s going to drag you to the car and fuck you right there, knowing you’ve been vocalizing your desire to try it, but he sees it as an opportunity to get your head spinning before you can get him even more frustrated. You can bet he’s going to walk back into the bar with his shirt half-on and a cocky fucking smirk. Has you wrapped around his finger tbh, so jealousy isn’t a huge deal ! Frustration is just opportunism for him.

Felix: particularly keen on pleasuring you. He’s vulnerable with his emotions at first, so you’ll know that he’s got something on his mind, but then he just wants to make you feel good in turn. Has you on the edge of his bed very fast, all desperate to eat you out and channel all his frustration into his tongue and his fingers. Your mood is often aligned with his- which means if he’s stressed, you’re stressed, and vice versa. Solution is to make you cum as many times as you can- and then pretty soon your satisfaction is his, too. Definitely won’t lose an opportunity to fuck you too, probably transitions to fucking you when you’re just nearly tired enough so he can make sure you’re both exhausted and satisfied by the end of it. Just treats you good all around !

Seungmin: actually doesn’t get frustrated or jealous very often. And when he does, he’s largely nonchalant about it. Will offhandedly mention something that pissed him off, and you know it’s a little more than mild annoyance when he gets quiet. It’s you who wants to pleasure him as a result, and it quickly becomes some unspoken thing between you both to just fuck out the frustration. He probably doesn’t even realize how annoyed he is until he’s thrusting into you and his emotions are elevated tenfold. He’s still gentle with you, and very set on making you feel good. But you both have the same idea to pleasure each other as much as possible, so it quickly gets rougher and sloppier. The aftercare is A1 though and you probably take like a 10 hour nap after it tbh

Jeongin: a little embarrassed that he’s even frustrated or jealous in the first place! Feels like he’s not supposed to be for some reason. He has this opinion that as a boyfriend, he shouldn’t drag his emotions into your relationship and potentially let it get between you two. But also king of healthy communication, so he’ll reluctantly bring it up to you and then apologize and swear he’s not frustrated or jealous anymore (even if he is…) and the sex that follows is sweet, but desperate. He’s just desperate to be a little closer to you, like a physical reminder that you’re his and you’re not going anywhere regardless of his moods or whatever made him jealous. He loves taking control and being able to look at you, kiss you, touch you wherever he can and just have a tangible reminder that you’re satisfied with him.