#🦢anon

[mrkis]

Hiiiiii I want to be 🦢 anon :3

I don't know if you do stuff about Wayv, but I can't help but think hate sex with YangYang, but not hate sex as such... more like "I don't want to admit I like you" sex... if that makes sense.

I can only think about how good he fucks you but you try to hold back because you don't really want to admit how much you like him, until you forget about it because of how good it makes you feel and you end up letting yourself love

Some of that I thought a long time ago and it's come back now I don't know why.

I love all the things you write I hope you can read this 😃.

- 🦢

(I had to translate all this because english is not my first language 💀)

welcome 🦢!!! (and no worries abt the translation. its perfect!)

admitting that yangyang is a good fuck will definitely inflate his already big enough ego and you do not want to see that smug look on someone you hate’s face, despite your legs being on his shoulders and his cock bringing you the pleasure that even your ex boyfriends/flings couldn’t even give (never admit that out loud.)

but you do end up getting a little caught up in the pleasure that you don’t even realise your hands are grasping at his arms, whines of desperation slipping from your lips as you meet his curious gaze. he’s smirking at you as always, panting through sharp thrusts but his eyebrows pull together in confusion when your fingers slide up his arms to curl in his hair, pulling him closer so that he can feel the warmth of your breath fan across his face.

“more, please,” he hears your pleads through whispers. “m’fuck. please, please, please, i love it,” yangyang hips jerk when he feels your lips brush over his for the first time, eyes widening. “fuck, ah, you make me—shit—feel so good.”

as soon as those words fill the air, yangyang’s already crushing his mouth to yours and his hips piston into you at a speed that has your toes curling and body buzzing with pleasure.

[zoropookie]

If 🦢 anon isn’t willing to I WILL. Xiao smau when

- amia 🎀

you guys really think that just because im giving you a xiao smau it’ll be all sunshine and rainbows when it in fact will be the Opposite

[mrjadeleech]

My! Apologies if my recommendations for meeting up seemed scandalous.. If midnight truly is something you can’t do then I can try to get on campus another time. It’ll just have to be in a secluded area, preferably away from any Heartslabyul students.

Kind Regards,

🦢

Oho? What is ever more surprising is the way you denied any intentions of rule-breaking... How honorable. And, distanced from the Heartslabyul dorm? I am intrigued as to your relations with that side of the college. I only meant, however, that you can simply knock on the door during club hours. I will be waiting for you.

[yelenasdiary]

i got back from my trip and i'm exhausted but already wanting to go back <:( unfortunately i'm back at work today </3 how are you doing? 🩵

–🦢

I hope you had a lovely trip!!

I'm good, I have work later today & I'm trying to decide if I want to do some writing or play sims lmao

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

im so sorry i didn't know🧸anon was taken 😭😭

if its okay can i be 🦢 or ☁️ anon instead??

No no that was my fault 🥺 I'm so sorry 🥺💕

I think 🦢 is okay ! 🥰

[heesimp]

hiii can I be 🦢 anon!

I was thinking maybe reader sexing prof heeseung

swan is saved for you! enjoy this drabble xxx

-

“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."

-

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.

© 2024 xxkissesforchanniexx. DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK !

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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

[zoropookie]

okay, coming from what amia 🎀 anon said around an hour or so earlier: no, bursted is not a word ( uhm yes i totally knew this and totally didnt go to google to search it up )

‘the use of the word “bursted” for the past tense is a common error, but it is not a valid word. as a rule, always use the past tense of the word “burst”. despite the fact that bursted is not an english word, some writers mistakenly use “bursted” as past tense or past participle for burst.’ — https://www.vedantu.com

, 🦢

well this is news to me

idek why we’re discussing why it’s not a word, where was “bursted” even used

[mrjadeleech]

Greetings to he who may open this,

I have become aware of a club on campus known as the ‘Mountain lovers club’, and you appear to be in possession of the clubs founding. If I may ask, are there any spots open?

Kind Regards,

🦢

Dearest anon,

I am rather puzzled by the sudden spark in interest. Where were you during all the times where I needed an extra hand? The flora of the surface behaves in ways I cannot understand. Perhaps you could assist me. Though, I certainly cannot guarantee your safety, if you are lacking in knowledge...

...

Fufu, please, accept my words as humor. If you would come by the club hours, perhaps we can work something out.

[yelenasdiary]

sleep is always fun until you wake up :') i'm so hot rn i feel like i'm in the middle of spain but i need to sort my case out... i'm so prepared! 🤭

— 🦢

Ahh, you're a last minute packer?

[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 ...?

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