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"Are You Blushing?" A SKZ Imagine

Pairing(s): bf!SKZ x reader

Content: Fluff, Established Relationship

Warning(s): 18+ (MDNI), tooth-rotting fluff, I’m talking MAJOR simp levels here (it’s mutual), explicit language, allusions to getting freaky, one (1) bulge mention.

Word Count: 2k

Summary: A snippet of how you fluster bf!SKZ 

A/N: This all started with a little thought about Felix and those damn freckles, but it quickly grew into this whole imagine! I hope you enjoy and let me know if any of these would make you blush~

 My masterlist 💕

Chan

~Is it hot in here, or is it just you?~

Barefaced, curly hair, and comfy clothes is your favorite version of Chan and you’re quick to let him know this fact. “You know if you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple Channie” you wink exaggeratedly and shuffle your laptop over when he cuddles up next to you on his bed for a movie night.

Chan shakes his head and chuckles, “What are you trying to butter me up for, babygirl?”. You bat your eyelashes and shrug, “Just stating facts my love, you’re so handsome I can’t help myself.” 

‘Time to kick things up a notch’ you think and pretend to fan your face “Is it hot in here? Or is it just you?”. You’re delighted by the red flush that’s steadily taking over Chan’s face as he giggles, and you rack your brain for another line that’s sure to make him squirm.

“If you look this good in these clothes, you must look even better out of them?” you whisper into his ear. The effect is exactly what you hoped for, Chan’s face is completely red now and he’s full on laughing which sends you into a laughing fit as well. “Baby where did you get all of these pick-up lines from?” Chans asks.

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out, my love” you say and press your lips to his for a sweet kiss. Chan doesn’t miss the chance to deepen it, teeth nipping your bottom lip and tongue sweeping past to soothe the sting. He kisses you until you're breathless and then separates just enough to say, “Now, what movie should we watch?” 

Minho

~Hungry? I ordered your favorite~

‘It’s just been a rough day, Jagi’ 

‘I didn’t mean to snap over the phone earlier’

‘I’m sorry.’ 

You look up from the text thread you have with your boyfriend when you hear the door to the apartment close and the shuffling of keys and shoes. A minute later, an exhausted Minho slinks into the living room and stops in his tracks when he spots you standing there waiting for him. 

“Hey Min,” you start hesitantly, “I know today was rough, so I had Sungie let me in earlier so I could take care of you”. You rub the back of your neck sheepishly and continue, “It wasn’t much, I just folded some laundry and tidied up a bit.”

Minho just stares at you, unblinking as your nervous rambling continues. 

“Oh! And I picked up some dinner from that place you like around the corner! I wanted to make something, but you threatened to feed me to the cats the last time I tried to cook in your kitchen.” 

Feeling awkward with the continued silence on Minho’s end, you shuffle your feet and meet his eyes. You think you spy a sheen of wetness, but strong arms sweep you up into a crushing hug before you can double-check. You sigh in relief and squeeze back just as hard. 

The two of you stand there, wrapped up in the warm embrace for several minutes, until you feel every bit of tension leak from Minho’s frame and he strokes a hand through your hair. 

“Thank you, Jagi” he whispers and cups your face in his hands. His eyes are impossibly soft as they gaze at you and his cheeks are dusted with pink. “And you’re right, you’re not allowed to cook for me ever again.”

Changbin

~You look a little tense, want a massage?~ 

Changbin just got out of the shower after a morning gym session with Chan and you already have him pressed against the bathroom counter. Steam curls in the air around you and fogs the mirror a bit, but you can see the way his cheeks grow redder by the second as your hands snake their way up his sides and towards his chest. 

“L-Lovie, what are you doing?” Changbin stutters. You peek over his shoulder and watch your reflection as you squeeze his pecs, grinning when your dwaekki squeals. “I bet you’re sore, Binnie-baby, I wanna help you relax with a massage.” you purr into his red little ears. 

“I have been lifting heavier recently…” he murmurs. With a quick kiss to his hot cheek, you go back to your “massaging”. Changbin’s skin is still damp and slippery from the shower so your hands glide easily across his skin. You take your time, slowly kneading up his back while Changbin grunts and groans. You slip your hands around to his tummy and can’t resist grabbing and squeezing again. 

“Ah! What kind of massage is this?” Changbin whines loudly, but just as he’s opening his mouth to complain again, your sneaky fingers undo the towel that’s wrapped tightly around his waist and begin creeping south. 

“You don’t like it?” you pout and move as if you’re pulling away. Strong hands grab your wrists immediately as Changbin tugs your hands back to where they were, “Wait lovie, please! Keep going!” 

Hyunjin

~Can I do your makeup?~ 

Gentle music plays from your phone and the fairy lights strewn around your bedroom plus your favorite candle burning create an intimate and cozy atmosphere. You flutter around excitedly, gathering all the makeup items you need to give your boyfriend a makeover.

“I’m going to make you look like a fairy prince!” you chirp and climb into his lap, already reaching for a primer. “I don’t doubt it, my princess” Hyunjin smiles and rests his hands on your hips, eyes closing as he leans back against the headboard and enjoys your gentle touch. 

A comfortable silence follows, just the soft notes of your background music and the rustling of the sheets as you work your magic. You grab a colorful eyeshadow palette and grin, “Now for the exciting part! Look at me Hyunjinnie?” 

Hyunjin hums an affirmative and opens his eyes, making direct eye contact with you. This close, he can feel the soft puff of your breath on his lips, could count every eyelash as you concentrate on whatever you’re doing, and he feels his heart skip a beat. You’re just so pretty up close in this soft lighting, and the proximity plus your intense focus on him has his cheeks flushing. 

You take a moment to check your work but immediately throw your head back and laugh, “Hyunjin! I haven't even put any blush on you yet!”

Jisung

~How many licks does it take to get to the center?~

A crash can be heard from the other room, followed by a string of curses, then thundering footsteps rapidly draw closer. “Babycakes have you seen my-” Jisung trails off and his eyes widen as he takes in the scene in front of him. 

“Seen what, sweet cheeks?” You tilt your head and give him your best innocent look from where you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with your favorite flavor lollipop dangling from your mouth. You drag it out ever so slowly with a pop, then put it right back inside and swirl your tongue around the candy obscenely. You hum happily and admire your boyfriend’s dumbstruck expression.

Even from several feet away you can see the blush spread across his cheeks and a growing bulge in Jisung’s pants. ‘Hook, line, and sinker’ you smugly think to yourself, ‘The studio will have to wait.’

“Fuck babycakes, I don’t even remember what I was looking for,” Jisung groans and quickly makes his way over to you. In a blink his hands grip your thighs and he shoves himself between them. Big round eyes, half-lidded already, meet yours as he grabs the lollipop stick and tugs it free from your mouth. 

“Can I have a taste?”

Felix

~Did you know freckles are also called angel kisses?~

Shrieks and giggles echo around the apartment as you chase your boyfriend into the living room and tackle him onto the couch. “Just let me show you, Lixie!” 

“Never!” he cries and attempts to wiggle out from under you.

A short tickle fight ensues until, “Okay! Okay, I believe you, mercy please!” You grin triumphantly down at Felix and settle your weight on his hips to keep him pinned. Truthfully, he could get away if he wanted to, but you both know Felix loves when you manhandle him a bit.

“Stay still, I have to make sure I get every single freckle,” you say as you rain kisses across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, loud and obnoxious on purpose to make him giggle and draw that big toothy smile again. You move up to his forehead, followed by each eyelid gently, then the tip of his cute nose. Finally, you press your lips to his softly for a chaste peck once, twice, three times and his lips chase yours as you pull away.

“I think you got every one, angel,” Felix’s eyes shine with adoration as they look up into yours, his cheeks flushed the most beautiful shade of pink and his glossy black hair a mess on the cushions beneath him. 

But the longer you admire him, the more a devilish smirk starts to take over and he casts his gaze down his body slowly, “On my face at least. I think you might have missed a few down here though… Let’s check just to be sure.”

Seungmin

~Did you get my note?~

“How many of these did you hide in my room sweetheart?” Seungmin’s voice is muffled from where he’s digging through his closet. “This is the last one Minnie, maybe you should check the hoodie I left you?” you giggle and flip onto your stomach, stretching out across your hotel bed.

Sure enough, Seungmin pulls out a pink origami heart from the pocket. He comes back to his desk where his propped up phone displays your face, and rolls his eyes as he drops the note in front of you. “How can you be so annoying from so far away?” 

His grumpy act doesn’t last long, a small smile creeps onto his handsome face while deft fingers undo the heart. He reads the note slowly, then glances at you and reads it again. Your eyes are glued to the screen of your phone and you watch the prettiest pink blush spread across your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“All it takes is me confessing my undying love to make you blush, puppy?” you coo. “Shut it!” Seungmin groans and hides his face behind his hands. You can’t help but cackle at how shy your boyfriend gets when you’re being sappy. 

After a few moments Seungmin lowers his hands and reluctantly meets your eyes through the screen, “I love and miss you too, your flight leaves in the morning, right?”. 

“Yeah,” you sigh happily, “Can’t wait to see my puppy.”  

Jeongin

~Is that my shirt?~

Soft morning light filters through the curtains and as quietly as you can, you slip from the sleep-mussed sheets and look around for something to wear. You huff at the mess of yours and Jeongin’s clothes strewn around your room and just pull on the first shirt you see and some fresh panties. 

Jeongin is still snoozing away peacefully and you can’t help but take a moment to admire his fluffy hair and the marks you left on him after your wild night together. ‘A performance like that deserves a feast for breakfast’ you think to yourself.

You’ve only got the coffee started and the rice washed and in the rice cooker before your sleepy boyfriend shuffles into the kitchen. You turn away from the sink to find Jeongin, in just his sweatpants, frozen in place as he looks you up and down. Legs bare, hair messy, and he can make out the edge of his bite mark on your inner thigh where it’s peeking out from under the hem of his shirt.   

“Hey Honey-Bun, how’d you sleep- WHOA!” Jeongin has crossed the room and scooped you up into his arms before you can even finish. You scramble to wrap your legs around his waist as he quickly makes his way back to the bedroom. “What are you doing?!” you screech.

You’re tossed onto the bed and you stare wide-eyed as Jeongin’s flushed face and heated eyes come closer. “I think I’ll have breakfast in bed, baby…”  

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed my first SKZ fic, and happy birthday Yang Jeongin!

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[beanietopia]

choso has a porn addiction, plain and simple. every morning for him starts with the same: open up twitter, get his bottle of lotion, and scroll through his bookmarks until he can cum. he’s had girlfriends in the past, they all thought his addiction was gross. what girl would ever entertain a guy that jerked off to random girls getting creampied on twitter?

well, you, of course.

he messaged you on a random morning, ‘hey’, was all it said. you happened to have a slight porn addiction of your own, having filled your bookmarks for your own solo sessions. you didn’t realize your messages were open and felt your brow go up as you read his message. a click to his bio and there wasn’t much there, just the year he was born and 🇯🇵. your first instinct was to delete the message, but your curiosity got the best of you. you messaged back, investigated how he found your account, and choso revealed his intentions.

‘are you into the idea of sending some nsfw posts to each other?’

choso used to sext with his ex girlfriends, but none of them wanted to include porn. they found it weird and considered it cheating to look at videos while in a relationship. now here he was, randomly texting a stranger on the internet to get a quick nut. if he wasn’t palming his dick through his shorts right now, he’d actually think he looked a bit pathetic. it wasn’t until you said yes and started sending your bookmarked videos did he realize what he was getting himself into.

freeing his dick from his briefs, he started to stroke himself while imagining himself doing the things in the videos with you. he didn’t know what you looked like, hell, he wasn’t even sure you were who you said you were. but you were just as porn obsessed as he was, and he didn’t think you could get any better until you sent another message.

‘let me suck it while you play video games.’

it’s like you knew the exact words to say to get him off. choso hastily reciprocated, although it had become quite difficult to type with one hand. he confessed on how desperately he wanted to cum in your pussy and how you suck him in so well, not knowing that you too had started pleasuring yourself at the mere thought. it had been a while and you needed some action too, okay? his messages started getting further and further apart until he asked you to send a post he can finish to. bringing yourself back to reality for a quick moment to send him a creampie video, how could you have known his favorite genre? you found yourself soon chasing your own orgasm. the echoes of the moans coming from your phone had blended with yours, and you soon came undone on your fingers. 

once you remembered to look at your phone again, choso had let you know that he had made a mess, followed by a picture of his cum stained hand and torso. when you sent back a picture of your glistening fingers and soiled sheets, choso audibly moaned. what a pervert.

‘fuck, you’re making me hard… is same time tomorrow good with you?’

part 2

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[yan-randomfandom]

Beanie Stanley Pines x Reader

"Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?"

— Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

You kissed Stan.

Actually, it's more of he kissed you.

When you finally leaned away, his gaze at you felt so endearing, so warm, and so full of love. His eyes have always held in a heavy weight of tears, but for once, they're finally out of happiness.

He removed his red beanie, carrying it in his hands like it was fragile, before offering it to you. You tilted your head in curiosity, a never-ending smile on your face.

"What's this for?"

"...I just wanna see how you look wearing it."

[poursomesunaonme]

teacher’s lounge

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: what’s a better start to your hungover morning than a fling with the pain in your ass in the teacher’s lounge? nothing!

wc: 5.3k

cw: reader is hungover, enemies to fuckers..? lmao, gojo thinks he’s a therapist, size kink, semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, lots of teasing, nipple play, hand kink!, praising, gojo is a cocky ass mf, protected sex, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart)

a/n: rewrite of one of my first goj fics, love this sob <333

The satisfying hiss of the coffee maker was music to your ears as you leaned against the counter, the light  of the sun peeking over the horizon gently flooding in through the blinds.  Your fingers massaged the ache in your temples, trying desperately to alleviate the throbbing hangover that had been bothering you all morning.  The coffee dripped into the pot at an agonizingly slow pace, the strong scent invading your nose, attempting to clear up your foggy headache.

Your foot tapped impatiently as you waited for the pot to finish brewing.  Of course, you would kill yourself trying to be nice by making a whole pot for everyone to enjoy, but in the process, drive yourself over the edge of impatience - or rather, insanity.  You were tempted to snatch the pot and guzzle the liquid straight from the spout.  Your whole body ached with the worst effects of last night’s drunken stupor, providing a vignette of how the rest of the day would go.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment as the coffee neared the finish line.  Frustration pulsed through your veins, fueled by your sickly physical state.  Last night had just been another fucked up date as any, so you weren’t even sure why you were even a tad frustrated at this point.  All guys were the exact same.

Nothing was going to change for you, no matter how much you tried, no matter where you looked.  There wasn’t a handsome stranger waiting for you at the bar, no kind gentleman to help you pick up your groceries after he accidentally bumped into you and knocked them out of your arms.  Real love was only found in fairy tales.  A wry smile found its way to your face as you chuckled at your cynic commentary of life this early in the morning on a school day.

A sigh escaped your lips as the coffee maker coughed out the last few drops.  You didn’t hesitate to seize the pot and pour yourself a steaming hot cup, adding creamer and sugar.  You grabbed a stirrer and approached the window of the lounge, watching the sun rise over the buildings.  It was a miracle that you even got out of bed this morning.

The styrofoam cup met your lips just as the door to the lounge flung open behind you, hitting the doorstop with a dramatic bang.  The coffee threatened to spill over the sides of the cup as you jumped, scared by the sudden noise.  You whirled around, seeing none other than Gojo Satoru grinning widely at you as he strode to the kitchenette.

“Good morning!” he exclaimed.  His eyes glimmered at the sight of a pot of coffee already made.  He took to pouring himself a cup without another word.  You turned around and peered through the blinds, surveying the still-empty campus, all while blatantly ignoring him.  His footsteps approached where you were standing.  You could sense his body next to yours.  The baited silence was only an attempt to conceal the fact that he was perturbed at your lack of response.  The hot coffee seared down your throat, bringing tears to your eyes.  Anything to avoid talking to the pain in your ass.

“Jeez, tough crowd.  You look like you just rolled out of bed.”

With a dramatic eyeroll, you decided to dignify his comment with a response.  “Thanks, Gojo.  I appreciate it.”  You couldn’t help the venom that laced your voice.  The presence of the epitome of pride was the cherry on top to your already shitty morning.  If all men were the same, he was a cut above - the worst of the worst.

“I’m guessing it was that date last night?” he inquired, much to your surprise at his knowledge of your affairs.  Your turned to face him as he shrugged innocently.  “I overheard you talking about it before the weekend.”

Your mind flashed back to the only time you mentioned the date at school.  It had been during your lunch duty the previous Friday, sitting with one of your coworkers as you surveyed the business of your students.  

“Uh-huh.”  The sun continued its lazy climb.  You checked your watch, sighing as you knew that most of your coworkers wouldn’t stop by the lounge for another thirty minutes or so.  Your lack of planning really did you in this weekend, as explained by your presence in school this early in the morning to catch up on work you didn’t finish.

“So how’d it go?”  You knew that the questions wouldn’t stop flowing from his mouth until you answered and stroked his ego a bit.  You rolled your eyes, going to sit down in your favorite chair as you prepared yourself for the interrogation that would get you out of this situation as quickly as possible.  Satoru followed suit and took a seat on the couch across from you.  He set his cup on the table and leaned forward.  His elbows rested comfortably on his knees.

“It sucked.”  You squirmed under what you assumed was his gaze.  Even with his blindfold on, his eyes still pierced through you as if they were bare and searching your innermost thoughts.

“Okay, what sucked about it?”  The questions showed no signs of stopping.  Your nerves began to fray at the incessant prying.

“What are you, my shrink?” you barked.  His expression didn’t change from his usual soft - borderline cocky - smile.  He knew he was getting to you; it was the kind of thing he got off on.  You wanted to throw the scalding coffee on him.  

“No, but am I not your friend?”  His voice dripped with a sweetness that threatened to make your teeth rot.

“Nope.”  You didn’t hesitate to squash his pride, but nothing in his demeanor gave away your victory.  You watched him intently as he took another sip of his coffee and swished it around in the cup.

“Well, all that nastiness aside, back to the dating thing.  You win some, you lose some.  That’s the fun of it!”

The enthusiasm in his voice made you sick.  And it wasn’t just that.  You were frustrated, hungover, tired, and he was… him.  Awfully annoying, an eternal optimist (a naïve child), and proud as hell.  And he could be all those things without much consequence because he was Gojo Satoru, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer.  As much as you hated to admit it.  And all those infuriating facts were why you disliked him so much - because he never let anyone forget it.

“We have very different perceptions of dating,” you muttered.  It wasn’t like you were dating for marriage, but an emotional connection was nice from time to time.  You sighed, seeing the coffee level in your cup dipping dangerously low.  You swirled it around, deciding it was best to get more.  It was already working its way into your system, bringing your exhausted body somewhat back to life.  You stood up, watching as Satoru downed the rest of his cup’s contents.

“Believe me, I’m well aware,” he laughed and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.  You furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to speak at his crypticness, but he spoke before you could get a word out, extending his empty cup to you.  “Get me some while you’re up?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you shot at him.  “And no, get your own.”

“Whatever you say,” he shrugged and stood, towering over you.  You turned tail and stormed towards the pot, determined to ingest enough liquid gold to get you to function for the day.  Unfortunately, his long strides beat you to the pot.  He snatched it before you could get a grip on the handle.

You watched, your eyes burning, as he poured his cup.  With a grin, he gestured for yours.  You both stood still for a moment before he made it clear that he wasn’t going to put the pot down for you to use.  Begrudgingly, you held it up and he filled it.  The warmth of the coffee began to seep through the styrofoam and over your palm once again.  

With a deep breath, you suddenly become acutely aware of how close you were to Satoru.  A tinge of blush rose to your cheeks as you ducked your chin to your fluttering chest, trying to hide the reaction you had never experienced around him.

“You’re not very fond of me, aren’t you?”

“What gave it away?”  A sly smile rose to your face without warning.  In an effort to conceal it, you turned around to pour creamer and sugar into the cup.  You idly stirred it all together while walking back to sit down.  You thought Satoru was following close behind.  Instead, you heard the door of the lounge close quietly, as if he were attempting to conceal it.  He didn’t bother to answer your question.  

With the door closed, it was just the two of you in what was beginning to seem less and less like an impromptu therapy session.  With the door closed, you felt as if there was no escape from the man.  With the door closed, you were just a bird in a cage, being watched by a man who obviously wanted to hear you sing for him.

You settled back down, crossing one leg over the other, watching through lidded eyes as Satoru sat, spreading his legs and draping his arms over the back of the couch.  His shirt was unbuttoned just two buttons below of what it should’ve been.  It was enough to avoid a dress code violation but also give off the relaxed teacher vibe to students and a “I’m a slut but on the down-low” vibe to the rest of the adult world.  In any case, with the way his arms were spread and his shoulders opened up, a peak of his chest shone through.  You tried your best to avoid staring at the glimpse of a chiseled masterpiece, but if that was what just his chest looked like, you wanted to see the rest of him.

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to reign in your thoughts.  Why why why?  Why now, of all times, were you lusting after this prick?  Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t gotten good dick in a few months.  Maybe it was the fact that he was the only man who gave you attention, as much as it bothered you to no end.  A sigh escaped your lips.

“Back to our conversation,” you began, hoping that talking would help your mind to clear, “dating isn’t as fun when all the guys see you as a slab of meat to fuck.”

Your eyes searched him for a bodily reaction that you knew wouldn’t come.  He could also win the award of “most difficult person to read in human history.”  He tilted his head down with a look that you couldn’t quite fully determine without seeing his eyes.  You took a sip of your coffee to ease the discomfort you felt.

“That’s not how I see you.”  Your heart skipped a beat as it screamed to control every muscle in your body that wanted to jump him.  You hung on his words as he piped up, albeit quieter.  “… at least, not all the time.”

Your eyebrows jumped, but you quickly regained control of your reactions, returning your face back to its resting expression.  Your cheeks heated, knowing that he could see straight through you even though you couldn’t even ascertain what you yourself wanted.

“You really think you’re a therapist now, eh, Gojo?”

“Of course, it’s just because I’m the best!”  His signature catch phrase was like nails on a chalkboard, but it easily helped you ground yourself on the fact that you hated him.

“For fuck’s sake, we know.”

“Yes!  The best at fighting, the best at teaching, and…”  He lifted his blindfold to reveal one of his cosmic eyes.  Your heart skipped a beat as you melted under his gaze.  You wouldn’t be able to hold onto sanity for much longer now.  But you decided that you might as well try your best.

“Let me guess,” you spat coldly, “sex?”

He laughed, the sweet sound ringing through the air as he let the blindfold fall to cover his eye once again.  Your breath came easier that you weren’t directly under his scrupulous stare.  “I was pausing for dramatic effect and going to put it in a more tasteful way… but yes.”

You rolled your eyes.  “I’m sure.”  It wasn’t anywhere close to a lie.  And that’s exactly why you didn’t leave the lounge the second he walked in.  Another stream of coffee flowed down your throat as you began to feel normal, last night’s hangover almost completely dissipated.

“You want me to prove it to you?”  Without warning he stood, rising to his full height while you sat.  He was so big.  You seemed so small.  You were frozen in place as he sauntered around the back of your chair.  The hair behind your neck stood on end as you felt him come to a stop and gently rest a hand directly behind you.  Everything in your body strung taught at the proximity of his unmatched energy.  His abandoned cup of coffee sat full on the table.

“Last night seems to have taken a toll on you,” he purred, his hand moving to glide over your shoulder and down your arm, rustling the fabric of your blouse.  You tried to hide a visual shiver as goosebumps spread all over your body.  His fingers trailed up your arm, across your shoulder, until they reached your neck.  You held your breath as his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up, as his palm was resting on the side of your head.

Shit, the man’s hands were ginormous.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you wind down.”  His voice had lowered significantly as he leaned over, grinning devilishly at you.  You swallowed, the bump in your throat brushing against his long fingers.

“In the teacher’s lounge, nonetheless,” you sneered to his amusement.  Your head tilted down gently and he took the hint and released you.  The rustle of his clothes indicated movement as he came around the chair and squatted next to it, crossing his arms on the armrest and setting his head on them.  He seemed so innocent.

“I couldn’t think of a better place!  It makes it a lot more fun.”

Silence settled between you as you tried to gauge whether or not this was a sick joke while also trying to battle the fact that literally could anyone could walk in, even a student as they would most likely be starting to arrive to their classes, and the fact that you were seriously about to fuck a man that annoyed the everliving shit out of you.

“Gojo… you’re serious?”

His smile made his answer undeniable.  “Yes.”

He raised his head, the smile still plastered giddily on his face.  The corners of your mouth turned upwards into a gentle smile of your own as you leaned towards each other.  The collision of your lips was nothing but satisfying as you instantly melted into putty.  Every grudge, every annoyance, every dislike of him melted away as the pillowy cushion of his lips touched yours.

Realizing you still held the cup of coffee in your hands, you broke the contact as much as you hated doing it.  Satoru noticed and plucked the cup from your hand, moving to set it down on the table.  Still on his knees, he situated his body to face yours, squeezing himself between your chair and the table.

The tension built as his hands trailed from your ankles up your legs, causing you to press your thighs together inadvertently.

“Oh, now you wanna be shy?” he cooed, his hands reaching the bottom of your skirt.  His nimble fingers gently hooked underneath it, pulling it upwards to reveal more of you.  You bit your lip as you scooted farther down the chair so that he could get your clothing out of the way easier.  

A grin rose to his face as he tore off his blindfold to be able to see all of you.  Breath hissed through his teeth as he saw your panties and the wet spot that you had just begun to feel.  The skin of your knuckles lightened as you gripped the armrests while Satoru’s hands pushed your skirt under you so that he had a full view of your bottom half.

“You say you hate me, but this suggests otherwise,” he teased, running a finger over your clit through your panties.  You gasped, hips bucking at the sudden contact, not even bothering to answer him with a smart retort.  He pulled down your panties to your knees swiftly, the cold air exacerbated by the dampness of your center.  In a swift motion, he ducked his head under your panties, swinging your legs over his shoulders.  

The closeness of him almost sent you into cardiac arrest as his hot breath ghosted against your aching sex.  He pressed a painfully slow kiss to your clit, looping his arms around your thighs to grip the soft flesh.  You let out a whimper as your head tilted back, finally accepting that this was going to happen and you were going to have to settle with Satoru to give you the fucking you needed.  Not like you knew it was going to be settling of any type - you weren’t the first teacher to be fucked by him, and you’d heard all the stories.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice nearly sending you spiraling as they flowed over your cunt, “eyes on me.”

You looked down at him inquisitively, then watched with bated breath as his impossibly beautiful eyes glinted while he licked a stripe from your opening to your clit.

“Christ, quit being such a tease,” you breathed, tangling your fingers in his soft white hair, tugging him closer.  The warmness of his body trapped between your thighs was too much.

“Quit being so impatient,” he shot back, resisting your pulling easily.  He kissed your cilt once again, then took it into his mouth, sucking gently.  Your breath hissed between your teeth as your legs began to shake.  You weren’t even a minute and a half into this and you were unbelievably sensitive.

He released you with a satisfying pop, then decided that you had done enough waiting.  He dove face first into you, eating you with a ferocity that nearly sent the chair tumbling backwards onto the floor.  You held onto him, your breathing becoming uneven as his expert moves pushed you towards an orgasm at a rate you had never experienced before.

You watched him in wonder, heart skipping beats every time his eyes fluttered upward to see what pretty face you were making in response to his tongue.  One of your hands left his hair and settled on his hand.

“Satoru… finger me, please?” you asked meekly, blush spreading across your cheeks.  The change in your demeanor gave you whiplash, but at the sight and feeling of this man between your legs, he could change anyone’s mind.  It was embarrassing, but you’d chalk it up to the nature of man.

“You’ve never called me Satoru before,” he commented, his mouth still full of you.  “But since you asked nicely, yes.”

His arm left your thigh cold as he untangled himself from your limbs, cramming his arm into the space between him and yourself.  He licked his pointer and middle finger, eyes locked in a gaze with yours.  You couldn’t help but sink further into the couch, knowing that he was about to fingerbang you into oblivion.  With a sly smile, he gently massaged your clit with his fingers, then slid them easily inside of you, curling them up to hit your sweet spot easily.

A cry attempted to rip itself from your lips and was promptly stopped by a refusal to open your mouth.  Satoru watched you squirm as he began to rub where you needed him most, his eyes twinkling with lust.

“I’ve never seen you like this before.  Can’t say if I like it more than your usual demeanor, ‘cause it’s equally entertaining to me.”

All you managed was a whimper with a vain attempt to keep your eyes open.  He smiled against you, exhaling a puff of warm breath that made you twitch.  With a seductive narrow to his eyes, he began to eat you out once again, with more fervor than before.  You couldn’t say you were surprised given how the whole situation escalated so quickly.  But you just couldn’t control yourself.  You were so desperate, so needy, that your body had a mind of its own.  Whimpering, sweet noises fell out of your mouth with ease as you began to grind your hips on his face. 

“Did I tell you how sweet you taste?  God, it’s like candy.”  He paused for a moment to look up at you.  His lips moving around your clit was almost as good as when he focused on devouring you.  “And you know how much I love candy.”

You were surprised that someone hadn’t come in already, as you began to hear the shuffling of feet and voices as students began to enter the halls.  You tried your best to keep your moans at a minimum level, but Satoru really was a pussy-eating champ.  You couldn’t even form any kinds of responses to the comments he’d been making - you were a complete mess.

Within another two minutes he had you on the verge of an orgasm.  He noticed the lack of rhythm in you grinding on him, and intensified his game.  You were getting tired, you were getting uncoordinated.  You were oh so close.  Your eyes rolled back into your head as a moan tore through your lips, signifying your push over the edge.  His fingers plunged deeper into you, pushing harder on that magic button as he licked and sucked on your throbbing clit.

“F-fuck, Satoru!”  Another moan left your mouth as you slapped your hand over it to cover up the sound of your hookup.  He laughed against your sensitive bud of nerves, augmenting the pleasure as the waves of your climax washed over you.

“I know, I know,” he murmured as your body jerked with the throes of probably the best orgasm you ever had.  Your hand moved from your mouth to your eyes as you took a deep breath, trying to recover a slower heart rate.

Without warning, Satoru ducked under your panties and with one hand, yanked them up.  With the other, he pulled your skirt down, not bothering to make sure that everything was all neat, straight, tidy, or in the right place.  He stood up and swiftly took his seat, picking up a newspaper and sipping his coffee like nothing happened.  Combined with your lack of awareness from that orgasm and the superhuman speed of him, you didn’t understand what was going on.

“Satoru…?” you started, then heard voices outside of the door.  Your panties were still around the middle of your thighs, you didn’t have the time to adjust them before the handle twisted and a group of teachers entered.  You huffed, smoothing your hair down and leaning forward to grab your coffee.  

You gave your salutations as they crowded around the coffee pot, chattering about their own weekends as Satoru and you sat in silence.  The sexual tension buzzed like a swarm of hornets between you, and as much as you wanted to grab his hand and waddle back to your classroom to fuck him there, you knew that there would be students there already.  You would just have to wait till everyone left.  You didn’t look at Satoru, knowing that he would shoot you a wink or a smirk and would have you jumping him in front of everyone.

“What are you up to in the lounge this late in the morning?” a teacher’s voice addressing you rang out from the cluster that was beginning to disperse out of the room, to your relief.

“Taking a minute to prepare for the day.”  You didn’t exactly lie.  “Had a hell of a weekend, but I’ll tell you about it at lunch.”

She nodded, calling out to Satoru, who waved amicably.  And with that final goodbye, the rest of the teachers quickly filed out to get to their respective rooms before school started.

“Well if you wanted it to take a minute, you could’ve just said so,” Satoru joked.  

“I would think that the strongest would last longer than that,” you scoffed.

An expression that nearly made you cower in your chair crossed over his face before dissolving into that all-too-sweet smile.  As much as it scared you, it excited you.  He stood, starting to unbuckle his belt.  A wicked smile crept to his visage.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who just finished in less than five minutes.  Now are we doing this or what?”

The ball was in your court.  And he was right.  You really had no place to dog on him for his skills because he actually was good.  And if you really wanted to see how long he lasted, you’d have to call in sick until summer vacation.  

So, you rolled your eyes as you rose from your seat and turned, kneeling on it.  You braced your hands on the back of it, shaking your ass tauntingly at him as your panties fell down your thighs.  The cool air hit your heat instantly, drawing a soft breath from your lips.

“Alright then, showoff, set a record for me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Your head whipped around, cheeks heating and chest tightening at the sight of him tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth and swiftly slipping it over that pretty, pretty cock.

“You always carry condoms with you?”

“You always deflect from a question with another question?”

“Christ, you’re the worst,” you muttered, stifling a jolt through your body when his hands pushed your skirt up over your ass.  You bit your lip to ward off a moan when he massaged the muscles and spread them to reveal your dripping center.  He whistled, lightly spanking your ass as he pressed himself between your folds, making sure it was wet enough to slide in comfortably.  

Your breath hitched at the feeling of his cock sliding against your clit.  Again and again it caught on the aching bud, your entire body seizing over and over in response.  How long was he going to take if the bell was going to ring in just a few minutes?

But you groaned when the fat tip slid in, just a delicious taste of the stretch that the rest of him would bring.  A low, guttural groan tore itself from his lips as you squeezed the tip over and over, inviting the rest of him in.  Your nails dug into the fabric of the chair as every vein of his shaft brushed against your walls until you were filled up.  And the worst part was that in this position, he couldn’t even bottom out.  Your stomach fell to acknowledge that he was that big.  For a few seconds, though, he didn’t even bother to start moving his hips.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” you snapped.  You physically didn’t have the time for his games.  You wiggled your ass slightly to get some friction, gasping when it worked, his pretty, veiny cock dragging against your walls.  You shuddered, then just barely began to fuck yourself on him.

“You haven’t started a timer for the record yet.”

“If your dick wasn’t in me right now, I’d cut it off.”

“Oh, but you’re so tight, I’m thinking you just might,” he whispered in your ear.  In a flash, his hands grabbed your waist and it was off to the races.  “Make sure to keep time, pretty girl.”

Within seconds, the impossibility of his entire cock burying within you became a reality, filling you up to the brim.  You whimpered as he snaked a hand under you, rubbing your clit to bring you closer to your high.  His other hand effectively controlled your body, pulling you back on his cock to push himself deeper over and over again.

You lost track of where your edges were, nearly dissolving into the chair as the tingling in your toes spread to your entire body.  Everything was warm and sweaty, everything was Satoru.  His chest pressed against your back as he stooped down, his hand electing to sneak inside your shirt to tweak at your nipple instead of holding your waist.  He rutted into you now, his cock impossibly deep and showing no signs of retreat.

“Satoru… ‘m close.”

“You gonna cum with me, sweetheart?”  His breathing was ragged in your ear.  You nodded, unable to form the words as he planted kisses on your neck.

The sweet touches were enough to push you over.  Without warning, an unbelievably loud moan tore through your lips as pleasure washed over you completely.  Satoru’s hand slapped over your mouth, as you had no motor capabilities to do it yourself.  His cock spasmed within you as he came in response to your walls squeezing and milking him dry.

Together you rocked, your sweaty bodies in ecstasy as you rode out your highs.  Stars swam in your vision as this orgasm was impossibly better than the last.  Glimmering lights were all that you could see for a good few seconds before Satoru pulled out at the sound of the bell signaling the move for students to make it to class before being late.  

Your eyes widened and a gasp escaped your lips at the emptiness.  He pulled up your panties and yanked down your skirt, waving away your protests at the discomfort of it.

“So you’ll remember this,” he chuckled at your waddling, trying to get used to the uncomfortable wetness between your legs.  He took off the condom and tied it off before throwing it away.   You were about to object, but you stopped, knowing that nothing you would say would convince him to throw it away elsewhere.  He grabbed his blindfold and set it deftly to its normal position. 

“Like I’ll ever forget it,” you rolled your eyes, fixing your clothes and hair to make sure that nothing was amiss before you had to face a classroom of students.   You picked up your cup of coffee, fiddling with your panties to make the cooling dampness bearable.  Just when you thought you could exist comfortably for the rest of the day, Satoru made it even more difficult.  You gave up fiddling with your clothes and found that he was waiting by the door for you.   You strode over to him.

“So, how’d I do?” he smirked.

“I didn’t take the time,” you shot back, pushing past him.  He reached over you, which of course you huffed at and he ignored, holding the door open.  You quickly set off down the hall to where your classrooms were unfortunately across the hall from each other.  It didn’t look suspicious at all that you were late… together.

As much as you hated to admit it, last night’s shitshow had already been forgotten in the wake of Satoru’s gift.  Depending on how desperate you would be in the future, this posed a beneficial relationship for you, if you could only get past the fact that he was an incessant annoyance.

“I hope you have a wonderful day,” he grinned from his door, waving.  “You’ll have to update me on how your next dates go!”

You rolled your eyes, not dignifying the comments with a response.  You strolled into the classroom, smiling at your bleary eyed students.  And just before you shut the door, ready to apologize for the wait and delve into your lesson, you heard a whisper from across the hall.

“Three minutes, twenty-seven seconds.”

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[katiekatdragon27]

you got me into aircorn godbless (derogatory. I'm now hyperfixated. THEM ..) /silly /lh

You know what that means?! I get an excuse to post these super old doodles!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA /lh

I have not been super involved in the OSC as of late, but I won't give up an opportunity to share art, whether new or old, of all my sillies.

I have a stockpile of aircorn art that I've been sitting on, I really need to share more of it. But here are some of the lighthearted ones. Like this skating doodle! (Popcorn try to remember Airy's face is made of glass challenge IMPOSSIBLE GONE DANEROUS GONE DEADLY????)

A bunch more doodles under the cut:

Some older older doodles of Popcorn's beef with Rotton Apple.

After Showvember, Popcorn and Rotten Apple dated super briefly. It was incredibly sour for the both of them. Neither of their needs were not being met, and both (but mostly Popcorn) were not pulling their weight in the relationship. When they separated, both talked very poorly about the other.

Beanie, RA's current partner, completely validates all of RA's feelings. Airy, on the other hand, is chill with Popcorn venting to him but doesn't entirely believe her side (cuz she exaggerates everything). Also, Popcorn is very flip-floppy with her views on RA, cuz on one hand he annoys the hell outta her, but she really liked his company when they were together and just kinda wants to hold onto that. She wants everything and nothing to do with him. RA just wants nothing to do with her, but she has an uncanny way or wiggling into people's lives without their knowledge.

But other than that...

AIRCORN WEDINGGGGGGG!!!!!!

Yeahhhhh in my hc they get married. Their kids are the ring bearer and the flower girl, but they're not illustrated there. And you can only imagine how fun the wedding was for the two best men (minus Clock cuz he's just happy to be there). Worst music playlist on the planet was played during it too and the food was either banging or ass lol.

Also some Rotten Apple and Beanie for the road <3

Hopefully I can draw these dudes again, but like newer. I care for all of them deeply lol. Have a good one homies 👋👋👋

[flour-is-a-spice]

I really wish we got different outfits for Connor. Markus got that sick suit and jacket he wore in the Stratford tower for about five minutes, plus his revolutionary outfit. Kara had so many outfits that slayed! Especially the one she wore at Rose’s house. Connor just gets his standard suit and his Obvious Undercover Cop fit. I wish he had a few more!

[ckret2]

Question about the three split bill au (the one where bill splits himself up from baby boy, troubled teen and ghost of himself)

Any thoughts about what ghost of himself bill looks like? Since we actually haven’t seen much art of him besides the first diagram when bill splits into his three components of himself. Is that bill more akin to how bill was during the aftermath of the Euclidean massacre, or completely reserved and hiding away somewhere, cause I’m assuming ghost bill is hiding in gravity falls’s forest, and thus doesn’t have the memories of having the psychological cushioning of having the dead/barely alive relatives of the sub-species of Euclidean’s he kidnapped from other realms of his home dimension around him to remind himself he’s not alone, and that he DIDN’T destroy his entire dimension. So I imagine he’s between on the brink of a mental breakdown and completely numb to the world around him.

Sorry, I’m just really intrigued about this au

(I'm gonna link this post and this post for easy reference since I don't have a tag for this idea yet lmfao)

I wouldn't call it an au with THREE bills, because there's not three of them total. Hence the "and so on" in the picture where I listed them. I just only listed the first three, because 1) that's where we stop getting detailed info on Bill's history and we don't know much about what specific traumas he encountered during the trillion years between the massacre and now, and 2) all the Bills after that point pretty much look like current Bill so there was no point in drawing them lmfao.

I also wouldn't call that specific one "ghost Bill," I'd just call him "post-Euclidean massacre Bill." Yes, he's an energy being by that point, but if you call him a "ghost" you're gonna think of him like... y'know... a ghost. He's no more ghostly post-massacre than he is every time we see him in the show.

One of two things happens when all the extra Bills get snuck out of Theraprism:

they all get tossed out through the same exit and land in the same place, meaning they just keep showing up one at a time at the Mystery Shack; or

they each get dumped in a different place depending on what's the most convenient way to sneak them out at the moment, meaning they're all over the multiverse and trying to find each other/the Pines are going on a scavenger hunt trying to locate them all.

I don't know which it is because I don't have a story, I have an idea, so any actual plot points are up in the air and subject to change based on vibes.

So, either post-massacre Bill's traumatized ass immediately ends up on the shack's front step just like the others; or, he's lost wandering in space somewhere, and they've got to hunt him down to drag his traumatized ass to the shack.

Psychologically, he comes into existence in the same mental state he was in 5 minutes after the massacre: mostly numb with intermittent bursts of grief-fueled murderous rage. His memories actually extend to a few months or maybe even years after the massacre, because he didn't mentally change much in that time. But even though he has those memories, he FEELS like the massacre happened Right Now.

The headcanon that Bill kidnapped a bunch of alien shapes after the massacre is irrelevant to this AU; that headcanon belongs to a different story. Maybe it did happen off-screen in this one, it doesn't matter, we're not going there. In this story, he destroyed his universe and got his speck, that's what matters.

He looks the way I drew him: almost like current-day canon Bill but a little smaller/rounder, blue bow, no hat. Hopefully he washes the blood off.

[staytinyweeniebeanie]

Han's Moving Castle

Pairing(s): Howl!Han Jisung x Sophie!reader

Content: Howl’s Moving Castle AU, fluff, one-shot (that has already turned into at least 2 parts)

Warning(s): Unwanted advances by some drunk guys, small mentions of violence

Word Count: 6.5k 

Summary: You live a simple life working in your late father’s hat shop, until you befriend an eccentric wizard that lives in a magical flying castle! 

A/N: I’ve had this idea cooking in my noggin since birthing this account and I am so SO EXCITED to finally share it with you all! This will deviate from the movie plot somewhat, but I mostly stuck to the original (and incredible) story! Part two to follow soon

Part one | Part two

My masterlist 💕

All credit for the amazing cover image to the amazing artist! (link in the pic caption)

The sound of a train’s whistle comforts you as you wander along the unfamiliar streets towards the bakery where your sister works. At least, you think you’re heading towards the bakery. Despite having lived in this town all your life, you’ve never been in this area and the streets and alleyways are so confusing…

You bring the crumpled paper with your sister’s hastily scribbled directions closer to your face and grumble, “Is this the alley where I turn right?” A quick look around offers no clues, so you shrug and turn right. 

You’re still squinting at the directions when you nearly collide with the bright blue uniformed chest of a soldier.  You gasp and take a step back quickly, timidly looking up at the man. He’s got one arm propped up on the wall to your left, and when he leans down into your space you smell alcohol on his breath. He must have just come out of the bar you spot over his shoulder, tucked into an alcove.

“Hey there,” he looks you up and down and warning bells start to ring in your head, “Looks like a little mouse lost its way.” 

“Oh, no, I’m not lost,” you reply quickly and force a polite smile on your face. You move to walk around him, but another soldier steps out from the alcove and stands directly in front of you, blocking your path. “The little mouse looks thirsty, maybe we should take her for a cup of tea?” the first soldier says to his buddy. 

You pull your straw hat down nervously, “No thanks, my sister is expecting me.” Your shaky voice betrays your growing nerves and you dig your fingers into the skirt of your dress to disguise their trembling.  

It’s no matter, the second soldier is crowding into your space, “She’s pretty cute for a mouse!” he ogles you while the first continues to probe, “How old are you anyways? You live around here?” 

“Leave me alone!” 

You nearly shout it, but you’re starting to get scared and the polite approach doesn’t seem to be working. 

But the men aren’t deterred, in fact, they seem amused by your outburst. “You scare all the girls off with that mustache,” one says, “So? I think she’s even cuter when she’s scared.” 

Your heart races while you try to think of a way to escape these creepy men, when suddenly an arm wraps around your shoulders and you’re tucked gently into a warm chest. 

“There you are baby, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you!” a velvety voice purrs. 

You whip your head around to see a boyishly handsome man smirking over your shoulder and all of your previous thoughts come to a screeching halt. You’ve heard stories of the great wizard “Han” with his golden silky hair, tan skin, and sparkling eyes. And the man currently wrapped around you (like a lover! your mind supplies) bears a striking resemblance. 

The soldiers protest and you tune back in just in time to hear the man say, “It looked to me like the two of you were just leaving.” And with a flick of his wrist, the soldiers stand at attention and march away like puppets on a string, their shouts of confusion echoing along the empty alley. 

No doubt in your mind, Han Jisung just rescued you…  

He turns to you then with a soft smile and asks, “Where to? I’ll be your escort this evening.” 

It would seem the rumors of Han’s beauty are 100% true, he’s mesmerizing this close up with big round eyes partially obscured by shiny blonde locks, and pouty lips pulled up into a heart-shaped smile. Your face heats as you stutter through your original destination of your sister’s bakery.  

“Don’t freak out, but I think I’m being followed” Han whispers and he slides the arm that was resting on your shoulder down to gently grab your hand and tuck it into his elbow like a proper gentleman. “Just act normal!” he winks and starts tugging you along. A quick glance over your shoulder at the strange blob creatures seeping out of the walls and ground make you squeak and press even closer into Han’s side.

Up ahead, more blob creatures materialize out of the ground and you gasp as Han yanks you down a side street. “Sorry, looks like you’re involved,” He says cheerfully and you scowl at him as you both nearly run down the street. “Don’t look at me like that baby- Oh!” Han cuts himself off with a gasp when further down the street even more creatures appear. You’re surrounded and they are closing in fast, your scowl deepens.

“Hold on!” Han wraps his arm around your waist and the two of you immediately shoot up into the air, the creatures colliding where you were just standing a second ago. 

The quick ascent steals the breath from your lungs before you can let loose a screech, so you curl up protectively, anticipating a just as abrupt descent. 

But it doesn’t come.  

When you gather the courage to open your eyes, you see that you’re floating up above the tall buildings and bustling streets below and now you’re breathless for an entirely different reason. The view from this height is absolutely beautiful. You can see the smoke plume from a train, the flurry of activity on the streets below, all the people running around like colorful ants.  

Han leans in to speak directly into your ear and his deep voice makes you shiver, “Now straighten your legs and just keep walking.” He leads you into step with him with a firm hold of both of your hands as you find your balance on absolutely nothing but air. It should be impossible, but you are strolling through the sky as if you’re on solid ground.

In no time, you’re hopping gracefully from rooftop to rooftop and a delighted giggle escapes you. Han chuckles with you and says, “You are a natural!” which makes you smile wide and squeeze his hands excitedly. 

You both hop off the decorative spire of a building and descend onto the balcony of what you assume is the bakery your sister works at. You almost don’t want the moment to end, traipsing through the sky with a wizard as if it were an everyday occurrence, this was the most extraordinary moment of your life.

But all magical things must come to an end.

Your dress flutters around you as Han carefully sets you down on the wooden floor of the balcony while he perches a little unsteady on the railing. You hold his hand tighter to keep him from tipping backwards and he sends a sheepish smile your way.

Once balanced, his glittering eyes hold you captive and he slowly slips his hand from yours. “I’ll make sure to draw them off, but wait a bit before you head back outside,” he warns. You nod and bring your tingling hand to your chest with a shy smile, “Okay!”

“That’s my girl~” Han’s coat swirls around in the wind as he swings an arm out to his side and launches himself off the balcony and into the crowded street below. Your heart lurches as you rush to look over the railing to see if he’s alright, but he’s gone.

After a short visit with your bewildered sister, you trek back home, taking the bus this time around as you aren’t eager to repeat the earlier incident, especially with the sun having set long ago. But as you walk the last bit of your journey home, you can’t help but reflect on your time with Han knowing that it was not a dream after all. He was handsome and kind and he rescued you! Butterflies are still flying around in your stomach but they settle a bit when you recall your sister’s warnings…  

“You were lucky nothing happened to you, he could have stolen your heart!” Lettie exclaimed, grasping your arm as if to protect you from such a fate. You shook your head with a self-deprecating laugh, “He only takes the hearts of beautiful girls, Lettie.” 

Lettie looks like she’s gearing up to argue with you putting down your looks again, but she’s interrupted by one of the other bakers letting her know the chocolate eclairs are fresh out of the oven. She sighs and turns back to you, “Still, Y/N, even the Wizard of the Waste is rumored to be back on the prowl… you need to be more careful”.

With a weary sigh, you step through the entrance of your family’s hat shop, closing and locking the door behind you. You remove your hat and head towards the counter at the back of the room. It’s dark, so you pull out a match and light an oil lamp, bathing the room in a warm glow. 

The bells over the entrance chime again and you turn, puzzled to find a tall man in a black fur coat and matching wide-brim hat closing the door behind himself. He doesn’t say anything and you can’t see his face from across the room. Nonetheless, you speak up, “I’m sorry. But the shop’s closed now, sir. I could have sworn I locked that door, must have forgotten” you mutter the last part to yourself. 

“What a tacky shop, filled with such tacky hats” the man comments and strolls leisurely up to the counter. “You might be the tackiest thing here though, doll.” You spy plush lips pulled up into a smirk under the brim of the hat and your temper flares. It’s been a strange day and your patience for rude customers that come in after hours and insult you is nowhere to be found. 

You clench your fists and try to hang on to your customer service persona, “I’m afraid you will have to leave now, sir,” you walk over and hold the door open for him just to really make your point clear. “The door is over here, sir. We’re closed.” you say firmly.

The stranger lifts his head enough that you can now see his strikingly handsome face and long, wispy black hair curling at the ends. “Standing up to the Wizard of the Waste? That’s bold.” His face lights up with a mischievous grin and you gasp as the gravity of this situation dawns on you. 

Before you can even attempt to make a run for it, what you assume are his henchmen fill the door of your shop. Panic builds in your chest and you whip around to face the wizard, but he’s already flying towards you. You curl into yourself and brace for impact when suddenly, you’re engulfed in inky blackness, a strange energy filling your body that makes you shudder. 

“You wanna know the best part of that spell?” the wizard quips as he sweeps through you and out onto the porch in front of the shop, “You can’t tell anyone about it~” 

“Give Han my regards,”  he throws over his shoulder as he cackles and disappears into the night.

Still hunched over, you slowly unfold and cautiously look around the shop, but the wizard is long gone. You reach down to pick up your fallen hat but stop short at the sight of your hands, wrinkled and gnarled-looking. 

You rush over to the three-sided mirror propped up on a nearby table and gasp in horror at the elderly face looking back at you. Poking and prodding at your drooping skin, multitude of wrinkles, and much shorter and thinner hair doesn’t change the fact that the old woman in the mirror is you. That blasted wizard cursed you and now you look as if you’ve aged 50 years!

“I-I’ve got to stay calm!” you sputter and try to steady your racing heart and mind. Maybe this whole day has been some wild and crazy dream? Perhaps, if you hurry to your room and go to sleep, you’ll wake up and life will be back to normal? 

With a tentative plan in place, you set off to your room, but this old body is slow and your joints and back ache something fierce when you slowly make your way up the stairs. Finally settled in your cozy room you fall into a fitful sleep…

The next morning brings no change; it’s official, you’re an old woman now. At least, until you can figure out a way to lift your curse.

“This isn’t so bad,” you smile weakly at yourself in the mirror in your bedroom, “you're still in pretty good shape and your clothes finally suit you now!” 

The little pep talk does wonders for your mood and after getting your mom and the other girls that work in the shop off your back (a white lie about being sick won’t hurt them, right?), you pack a bundle of food, your favorite hat and shawl, and set off. 

Your destination? The Wastes. Afterall, that’s where witches and wizards are rumored to reside. 

You eventually find a father/son duo with a truck full of hay and just enough room for one more passenger. They are willing to take you to their farm situated on the very edge of town and it’s as close as you can get to the Wastes via the road. The ride is bumpy on your old bones, but in no time you’re waving goodbye to the nice family and hobbling off on the footpath.

It’s so different navigating the world as an elderly woman! People want to help you cross the street, and offer their spots on the bus, it’s quite pleasant. The only downside so far has been your frail joints and aching back that protest any strenuous activity. 

You trek further into the Wastes, breathing heavily and having to stop every 10 minutes or so to rest, “I’ll never make it with these legs,” you grumble. You make it to the top of the hill and plop down on a soft patch of grass to pick at the bread and cheese you packed, idly admiring the view of the (still too close) city and the neighboring mountains. Your wandering eyes land on a sturdy looking branch sticking out a bush several meters away and you have the bright idea to use it as a cane.

“Up we go,” you groan and struggle back into a standing position, pops and cracks accompanying you as you walk over to the bush. 

“Hmm, might be too small…” you murmur and start pulling on the branch trying to free it. It’s stuck pretty good in the bush though, and you’re not as strong as you used to be. Taking a second to catch your breath, you shake your finger at the branch, “You won’t get the best of this old lady!” and get back to work.

A couple more tugs and out pops a clothed figure that makes you yelp and stumble back. “Oh! You’re just a scarecrow, I thought you were one of those blob men” you laugh at your overreaction and look over the rather cute looking thing, “but how are you standing on your own?” 

Indeed, this scarecrow is standing maybe only one to two heads taller than you, which seems small for a scarecrow? And it’s wearing a tattered suit jacket and skirt that might have been fancy before succumbing to the elements (you swear you can even make out a faint designer label on the jacket, something with LV?) along with silk gloves, and a tophat that’s seen better days. As you take a closer look at its head, you realize it’s made of a turnip! And someone’s given this scarecrow hair and a face! Yellow strands of what looks like straw stick out from the hat and you swear the turnip has freckles that stretch across where its nose would be. 

“Your head’s a turnip!” you giggle and rest your hands on your hips, “I’ve always hated turnips, ever since I was a little kid.” 

Scarecrows shouldn’t be able to change facial expressions but this one’s big cheesy grin seems to fall a bit at your comment. Scrambling to find something nicer to say as it would seem you’ve offended the poor thing you blurt out, “At least you’re not upside down anymore, so long!” 

Maybe a hasty retreat would be better, you’ve got witches and wizards to find afterall and no cane to aid you now that you know it’s attached to this turnip head. 

Back on the uneven trail, you continue your journey. The sun is starting to set and the wind is picking up, it feels as though it’s blowing right through you. You look back to see how much progress you’ve made and to your dismay, the town still seems so close it’s like you’ve barely moved. On top of that, you can see that scarecrow you freed hopping along several paces back. 

“Go away, quit following me! There’s no need to thank me, you don’t owe me a thing!” you call out and wave your arms, hoping the scarecrow would just leave you be. You’d guess it also has some kind of curse on it and you’ve had enough of that these past couple days. You turn back around, bundle your shawl closer to your body, and continue walking.

But the scarecrow persists and hops along behind you until it catches up. It stops suddenly and drops a cane directly in front of you, “Hmm? For me?” 

Somehow it’s the perfect height for you and the handle is carved and painted like a bright yellow baby chick, you take it and give a grateful smile to the scarecrow, “Thank you, this cane is so cute and perfect! It’s just what I needed!” The scarecrow hops and twirls at your words and you think it’s happy to have helped you. 

Another bright idea takes root in your mind, “If you’d like to do me one more favor, you could hop off and find me a place to stay?” Almost immediately, the scarecrow goes hopping back the way it came and you snicker to yourself. Well that’s one problem taken care of!

The last bits of sunlight reflect off the metal of a battleship overhead and you take a moment to admire it, you’ve never seen one this close before! But a strong gust of wind swiftly reminds you that very soon the sun will disappear beyond the horizon and you’ll be even colder than you are now. You’ve got to find shelter soon. 

You walk maybe another half hour, it’s well and truly dark now, before you’re forced to rest again. Curling up as small as you can to preserve body heat, you are beginning to regret your half thought-out plan to wander the Wastes in search of someone to lift your curse. 

Amidst your heavy breathing you catch the scent of a smoke, “Someone’s got a fire going… Maybe there’s a cabin nearby!” 

You use your cane to help you stand and with a little more pep in your step, you approach the crest of a hill.

A giant, hissing, and creaking castle comes into view, and it’s walking directly towards you with that infernal scarecrow leading the way, your jaw drops. 

“You turnip head, that’s Han’s castle!” You shake your cane at the cursed vegetable as it hops over to you, “That is not what I meant when I asked you to find me a place to stay!” 

The hulking castle comes to a stop directly over your head and lets out what sounds like a big metallic groan, before continuing on. As you watch it pass, your scarecrow friend hops over to what looks like a doorway hanging off the back of the castle. 

“Is that the way in?!” you exclaim and start running as fast as your old body can manage. 

You’re so close to catching the railing in your hand but it remains just out of reach. “Slow down, please!” you beg the castle, “Are you going to let me in or not?” 

The castle must hear your pleas and it basically scoops you up onto the little porch in front of the door. You lose your shawl in the process and your scarecrow hops away after it when it sees you looking back forlornly.

You take a peek inside the door, but you can’t see much past a short stairway as it’s dark. Your scarecrow quickly returns with your shawl, hopping along with the moving castle, and you give it a big smile. “Thank you Turnip Head, it’s nice and warm in there so I’m going in. I’m sure Han won’t eat the heart of an old lady like me.”  

Turnip Head gives you a twirl and hops a little slower now and the distance grows between you. Though you just met the poor thing, you are already attached and sad to see it leaving. 

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, even if you are my least favorite vegetable!” you call out, “Take care Turnip Head!” 

You blow a kiss to it, and head inside, closing the door behind you. 

Peeking around cautiously, you make out a typical, but messy, living space with a hearth in the center of the room, there’s a small fire still going and a lone chair positioned right in front of it. You don’t spy the wizard or anyone else for that matter lingering around, so you cautiously make your way up the stairs 

You add a couple logs to the dwindling fire and plop into the seat with a great big sigh. Burrowing into your shawl, you feel your eyes growing heavy, the events of the day pulling you towards sleep. 

“At least when you’re old, nothing frightens you anymore” you think out loud. 

Eyes closed and seconds from slipping into dreamland, you startle back awake when a voice chimes in, “I don’t envy you, lady. That is one bad curse.” 

You blink your eyes open and are even more surprised to see that the fire now has a face! Two feline-looking eyes and a grin with front teeth that remind you of a bunny. And it’s speaking to you! “Curses are tough, you’re gonna have a very hard time getting rid of that one.” The fire even has little arms that are curling up on the log you just added, all casual-like, as it chats with you. 

“The fire spoke!” it’s all you can say at the moment as you try to wrap your head around this. Surely this talking fire must be the wizard, Han?

“Let me guess,” the fire continues speaking, “the curse won’t allow you to talk about it?”

You disregard the comment and instead ask, “Are you Han?” 

That must be the wrong question, the fire looks annoyed and rolls its eyes. It flickers wildly and grows taller and louder as it replies, “No, pabo! I’m an extremely powerful fire demon named Minho!” 

The sudden heat and loud voice make you cower in your seat but the fire quickly shrinks back to its previous size flame and smugly follows up with, “I like to do that once in a while~”

Apparently fire demons like to scare old ladies for fun… but wait, “You’re a fire demon! You should be able to break my curse!” You scoot closer to the hearth with excitement in your eyes, sleepiness gone for now. 

“Maybe, maybe not,” Minho doesn’t even have shoulders but he shrugs somehow. “Listen, if you can find a way to break the spell that’s on me, then I’ll break the spell that’s on you, got it?” he drawls, but you’re not fully convinced just yet.

“If you’re a demon, how do I know I can trust you? Do you promise to help me if I help you?” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, settling back in your chair. 

Minho grumbles something about demons “not making promises” so you roll your eyes and counter, “then find somebody else.” The whining really starts up then, you didn’t know fire demons were so sassy! Minho’s complaining, loudly, about all the things Han forces him to do like heating his bath water and moving the castle and all you can offer is a, “that’s rough” as his chattering brings you back to the edge of sleep. 

“If you can figure out this whatevership I’m in with Han, then you can break my spell. After that, I can easily break your spell.” He finishes and looks up at you hopefully. 

“Alright,” you hum and blink slowly, “it’s a deal.” You promptly fall asleep, snoring lightly and oblivious to Minho’s attempts to wake you back up. “Some help you’re going to be, old lady.” He lets out a puff of smoke and gives up.

Noisy and insistent knocking on the door you came in wakes you up from your exhausted slumber on the uncomfy wooden chair. Your bones creak and protest as you sit up and you’ve definitely developed a crick in your neck from the awkward sleeping position. The knocking persists and you’re debating if you should get up and answer when suddenly you hear hurried footsteps upstairs. You gasp and feign sleep as the mystery person descends the stairs, stumbling on the last couple. 

The stranger walks hesitantly up to your chair and a sweet and bright voice pipes up, “Hey, who is this lady?” but Minho just answers with, “Porthaven door.” The stranger scurries towards the door, still questioning Minho, “How’d she get in here?” and you chance a peek.

The stranger is actually a young man, maybe a few years younger than you (you’re real age of course) with wild curly ginger hair and he’s digging through a pile of things on a table haphazardly until he pulls out a cloak. He pulls the cloak on, flipping the hood up quickly and it disguises his young and fox-life face with a ridiculously long beard. He mumbles a short, “Stand by” in a deeper voice than his natural tone and nearly trips down the stairs before turning a dial you didn’t notice on the door handle and yanking it open. 

An official looking man with a couple guards behind him stands on the other side. 

“Mr. Mayor, good day,” the disguised young man greets him. 

“Is the great Wizard J.One home?” asks the Mayor. 

The young man is answering him, something about speaking in his absence, and you listen on as you get up and grab Minho a couple fresh logs. You catch the gist of the message, a summons for Han to report to the King to aid in the ongoing war. You shake your head and grumble, “I can’t believe it’s come to this.” 

The still-disguised young man comes back up the stairs and gives you a very unimpressed look, still faking a deep voice when he examines you, “And what do you think you’re doing here, Grandma?” 

You just smile innocently and nod at the fire demon, “Minho here said I could come in!” 

Minho protests immediately, “I did not! She wandered in from the Wastes!”, the young man removes his disguise and tilts his head looking like a cute little fox, “The Wastes? How do we know she’s not a witch?” 

You hide a laugh at the thought of you, a hat-maker-turned-old-lady, as a witch! 

The bell over the door chimes and Minho calls out, “Porthaven door again!” 

The young man tucks the letter the Mayor gave him into a massive book. “Must be a customer” he says and pulls his disguise cloak on once more. He speaks in that fake deep voice again “Stand by” and nearly trips down the stairs again, and opens the door. It’s a little girl this time, asking about a spell her mom wants her to pick up. 

Now that you aren’t pretending to be asleep, you get a good look at the street just past the door and it’s not the fields of the Wastes you were expecting. 

The young man brings the girl inside and warns you not to mess with anything. You disregard him and head straight to a window. You’re greeted with the shimmering ocean in the distance and seagulls overhead. “This is definitely not the Wastes…” you breathe.

The little girl asks if you’re a witch and you can’t resist the chance to joke around a bit, “Yes, I’m the scariest witch of them all!” you growl playfully. 

She giggles a bit nervously but then the young man is ushering her out with a baggie and instructions for how to use the spell. Once she’s gone he turns to you from the top of the stairs and rips off the cloak with an annoyed huff.

“Quit telling lies to our customers,” he says and glares at you, but his face sans disguise is so cute you can’t really take it seriously. Not to mention, “What about you? You’re wearing a disguise” you point out. He rolls his eyes and replies, “I have to, I’m practicing my magic” like it’s obvious and you should have known that fact. 

The bell over the door rings again, and Minho calls out, “Jeongin, it’s the Kingsbury door this time!” So that’s the young man’s name, Jeongin, it suits him you think.

Jeongin pulls the cloak hood back up, and miraculously doesn’t trip down the stairs this time as he repeats, “Stand by” and changes the dial again and opens the door. An even more official looking man stands on the other side and he asks, “Good day. Would this be the residence of the great Wizard Han Jisung?” Jeongin gives the same spiel about his master’s absence but you don’t even listen as you shuffle down the stairs and look out onto the street. 

You gasp when you realize where you are, “This is the royal city, isn’t it?” 

It would seem Jeongin has no patience for your awe, all he says is, “Move it Grandma, or you’ll lose your nose!” so you reluctantly step back inside and allow him to slam the door shut. 

You just have to try out this magical door yourself, so you flip through each setting, eagerly looking outside the door to see where it takes you. The blue setting is Porthaven, red is Kingsbury, and green is the Wastes, still windy and now covered with a thick fog when you peek outside. The moving castle is resting in the grass. 

“Leave it alone Grandma, I’m getting angry.” Jeongin leans over the railing, scowling at you and tapping his foot, clearly agitated. 

You don’t care though, you have to know, “So tell me, where does the black one lead?” 

Jeongin groans like your very presence causes him pain and responds, “Only Master Han knows that.” 

He walks off towards an even messier dresser and yanks open a drawer, “I need some breakfast, I’m starved.” He pulls out some bread and cheese and tries to clear a space on the table.

You walk over to where you now know the food is stored and discover eggs and uncooked bacon that still looks and smells good. 

“Don’t you want a real breakfast? Like bacon and eggs?” you ask Jeongin. He rolls his eyes, it would seem everyone in this house has an attitude problem, and explains, “Yeah, but we can’t use the fire, Master Han’s not here.”

Testing the weight of a cast iron pan hanging on the wall, you chuckle, “Don’t worry, I can cook!” Jeongin’s claims that Minho will only obey Han don’t deter you, it’s been too long since you had a decent meal, and how difficult can Minho be? It’s only bacon and eggs!

“That’s right lady, I’m not taking orders from you!” Minho blows a raspberry which shoots embers your way, but you just roll up your sleeves and set the basket of eggs and bacon down on the chair. “Alright Minho, let’s get cooking.” 

Jeongin sits back in a chair at the table, watching passively as you will surely fail to get Minho to cooperate.

Flames shoot almost to the ceiling when Minho yells, “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”  he sticks a forked and fiery tongue out at you and waves his little fiery fists around. 

You just squint playfully at him and lean in to whisper, “How would you like a bucket of cold water in your face? Or maybe I should tell Han about our deal? Hmm?” 

Minho’s eyes take on a murderous glint and you’re sure if he could reach you, you’d be burnt to a crisp right now… 

“I should have never let you in!” he squawks and you cackle. 

You shove the frying pan into his flames and there’s a bit of a struggle as Minho’s arms try to push the pan off but you eventually succeed and Minho’s flames die down to a manageable height. 

“That’s a good fire ~” you coo and lay down the first slice of bacon. 

Minho crosses his arms and his eyes glare at you from the side of the pan, “Here’s another curse for you, may all your bacon burn” he hisses. 

You snort and glance back at Jeongin’s astonished face, “I think I want some tea too,” you muse, much to Minho’s indignation, “Do you have a kettle?” you ask. As if coming out of a daze, Jeongin nods and runs off to grab it. 

At that moment, Han returns, the dial above the door changing to black as he steps through the entrance. Jeongin immediately begins rattling off the messages from the king but Han is silent as he draws nearer to you and Minho. 

You nervously push the bacon around with a wooden spoon, you really didn’t think through what you’d say to Han the next time you saw him. 

Han stops right beside you and seems to look over the scene with an amused look in his eyes. “Minho? You’re being so obedient,” he comments, Minho fires up immediately, “Not on purpose! She bullied me!” 

“Not just anybody can do that…” Han hums and finally looks at you, “And you are, who?”

You clear your throat and put on a confident smile, “Uh, you can just call me Grandma Y/N! I’m your new cleaning lady, I just started today.” 

Han laughs, loud and captivating, and gently shoulders you over. “Give that to me,” He murmurs and his hand rests on yours for a moment, rings cold but palm pleasantly warm, and takes the spoon from you. 

“Give me two more slices of bacon and six of those eggs, please?” he asks politely, swinging the sizzling pan around so you can lay the bacon inside. 

He wordlessly asks for the eggs next and you watch as Han cooks the rest of your breakfast, feeding the egg shells to Minho and listening when the fire demon sasses him to flip the bacon, or add another egg. 

“So then, who hired you to clean?” Han raises an eyebrow at you for a moment, then focuses on the pan again. 

The lie comes quickly to you, “Minho did! He’s disgusted by how dirty it is in here.” 

Han just hums and yells for Jeongin to grab the plates. Jeongin groans but does as he’s asked. 

As Han takes the pan over to the table, Minho flares up again, “What, so you guys are going to eat while I do all the work?!” 

You all ignore him and go sit down at the table and you giggle at the sight of Minho flopping over dramatically on a burning log.

Jeongin’s cleared a spot for you but there are crumbs everywhere, you weren’t lying about this place being disgusting. 

Han divides up the food between the three plates and Jeongin excitedly presents you with three “clean” utensils to choose from. You make sure to give your spoon an extra wipe with the fabric of your dress before you eat with it and Jeongin pours tea in a chipped bowl. You’ve really got your work cut out for you…

Han slices some bread for the three of you and states, “Friends, let’s enjoy our meal,” so you tuck in. Jeongin downs his food with such enthusiasm and huge bites that you’re afraid he’ll choke. Meanwhile Han is just sipping his tea and staring at you, which makes you shy, so you look down at your plate.

“So what do you have hidden in your pocket, Y/N?” 

You’re beginning to like the way your name sounds in Han’s mouth, but you’re confused, you don’t remember putting anything in your pockets… When you check, sure enough, there’s a red folded piece of paper that you drop in Han’s outstretched hand. 

As soon as it touches his fingers the paper lights up and seems to lash at him. You gasp and watch it flutter to the table and burn a symbol into the wood before dissolving into ash. 

“Scorch marks! Can you read it, hyung?” Jeongin looks wide-eyed at the mark, bits of egg and bacon still stuck to his mouth.  

“It’s ancient sorcery, quite powerful too,” Han’s hair seems to float around him on some imaginary breeze and his face has a peculiar and wicked air that you haven’t seen on him yet. “The Wizard of the Waste?” Jeongin speculates. 

Han nods and reads the marks out loud, “You who swallowed a falling star, O heartless man, your heart shall soon belong to me.” He rests his hand on the edge of the mark and mumbles, “That can’t be good for the table.” 

You and Jeongin watch, awed at the way the mark glows like an ember until there’s nothing left and the table is smooth. 

“Wow,” Jeongin exclaims, “the mark is gone!” 

“The mark may be gone, but the spell is still here.” Han holds his hand to his chest, it’s smoking like he was burned by whatever he did to remove the mark, your heart pangs in worry. 

“Excuse me, my friends,” Han stands abruptly and grabs his plate, he nods his head at you and pointedly looks at your still full plate, “Eat, eat, it’s okay, you can eat!” He smiles closed-eyed at you and walks over to drop his untouched food into Minho’s wide open mouth, like a baby bird, you think absently.

“Minho, move the castle 60 miles to the west,” he orders and heads towards the stairs, “and while you’re at it, make hot water for my bath.” Han winks and walks off before Minho can complain too much. 

Mentally waving off that weird moment, you catch Jeongin’s side eye as you turn back to your plate, “You’re not working for the Wizard of the Waste are you?” he probes.

Anger fills you so fast you whip around and furious words spill out of you, “I would never work for that pompous wizard! He’s the one who-” but it’s like an invisible hand twists your mouth up before you can spit the words out. 

You try a couple more times to explain that you are not actually an old lady but your mouth won’t cooperate. You give up and slam your fists on the table, sending precarious piles of books and junk to the floor. 

“If I ever get my hands on that wizard, I’m going to wring his long neck! Eat your breakfast,” you direct the last bit to Jeongin and scarf down the rest of your food. 

Thank you so much for reading and thank you for your patience! Real life pulled me away from writing and this was a really fun story to jump into!

Who do you think the Wizard of the Waste is? Or Mr. Turnip Head? Any guesses? 😉

This is a reimagining of Howl’s Moving Castle, in no way am I claiming the plot as my own work, only the reimagined characters belong to me (@staytinyweeniebeanie). Additionally, I do not consent to my work being reposted on other platforms without permission!

Reblogs and Comments are always welcome and highly appreciated!

dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics

[beanietopia]

read part 1 here

the next morning, you woke up a bit later than usual. all too eager to play with choso in a few hours, you decided to have a little playtime of your own in the twilight hours of the morning. after about 20 minutes of unsuccessfully attempting to make yourself cum, you ended up falling asleep as the slightest peak of sunrise came up over the horizon. by the time you lifted your head from your pillow and checked the time, you saw you had missed one notification from choso.

‘are you awake?’ was all it read. shit, what if he was busy now? you already couldn’t make yourself cum earlier, what if you missed your chance today? you had scrambled to unlock your phone, texting out a quick apology and explaining that you were asleep. you silently cursed yourself for not being conscious of the time, your clit already throbbing from the failed orgasm of this morning. just when you were about to throw your head into your pillow and mope for the rest of the day, your phone buzzed with the familiar x notification.

‘i’m ready now whenever you are.’ you practically jumped upright on the bed, halfway through sending a quick reply before a picture came in. fuck, was that him? in the photo, choso was fully erect, holding his dick at the base so you could see it all in its veiny glory. he was clean shaven, maybe even waxed, and his pink tip leaked pre down his shaft. you felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight, already feeling your panties dampen with your arousal. how did you get so lucky?

he had already begun sending videos to you, sharing his fantasies of fucking you in as many places as he could. the car, the public bathroom, the beach, even the park, just to name a few. the slippery sounds of the lube coating his shaft echoed off the walls as he imagined filling you with his cum. you were hardly responding at this point, working yourself open with your fingers while reading choso’s lewd desires. 

‘fuck, i want to see you so bad. are you playing with yourself too?’

with trembling hands, you opened your camera and hastily found an angle where your face was not visible. there you were, spread out on your sheets wantonly fucking yourself with your dildo. your breathy moans could be heard while the toy covered in your arousal pumped in and out of you, begging for the faceless man to ‘keep fucking you right there’.  your eyes squeezed shut as you found yourself getting close, those hours of pent up frustration having caught up to you. your walls clenched around the toy for a moment and you gasped aloud, whimpering as your sensed your orgasm about to rip through you. you desperately rubbed circles on your clit to bring yourself to cum, the pressure pushing out the toy and soiling the sheets underneath. ‘shit..’ 

you halfway forgot that this video was supposed to be for choso, and you were met with his messages begging for you to come back, he was so close, to your amusement. sending the video you just made for him, you took the time to change your sheets when you got another notification.

‘fuck, that was so good..’ followed by a video of him finishing on himself as well.

you were so grateful for your little arrangement.

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@my-anime-garden @kabukipookie @frosch-thefrog @pimento-mori @takumasimp @cuntphoric @valicalliali @gojoscinnamonroll @webism @xixflower @voidnz

part 2 is here EVERYBODY CHEERED!!!! i'm a lil sick rn so this was ROUGH to finish but i hope you all enjoy xoxoxoxo beanie out

[beanieable]

Happy Valentine's Day!

Raph and Tao went on a date and you can read about it.

Here

And I just want to list off some fun things about them.

Tao likes to perch on Raph. Especially when Raph (and the rest) insist they go swimming.

Tao is a cat and while they can swim. They hate it. They either stay out of the water or stay on Raphs shell. That doesn’t stop Raph from throwing them into the water.

Tao tries to stay mad. Keyword: tries. He can’t stay mad at Raph. It’s impossible.

Raph loves cuddles. Tao does too but to Raph cuddling Tao is like hugging a life sized plushie because of his soft fur.

Tao fell first, Raph fell harder.

Neither got „the Talk“. Splinter and Taka (Taos father) know these two are lovesick puppies and would never hurt the other. And Taka is afraid Raph might cry at the idea of hurting Tao if he pulled that off.

Splinter calls Tao his favorite son-in-law. Tao always says their his only son-in-law. Only proving Splinters point more.

Raph helps out in the shop Taos family runs. He’s being forced by Taka and Tao. Though he doesn’t mind. He gets to spent time with Tao, he gets kisses and good food. (Taka is an amazing cook)

The two families grow really close.

Tao has pretty good relationship with Mikey, Leo and Donnie. Raph also has a good relationship with Yue, Taos little sister.

[mushroombo]

So I called up the captain: "Please bring me my wine," And he said: "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969."

Hotel California - The Eagles

close ups! my wrist hurts. I started this when I finished Turnabout Succession in the aj:aa trilogy, easily one of my most replayed cases after Farewell, My Turnabout. also, aj:aa is also the strongest main series ace attorney entry after aa1 and i wont be taking criticism. also rip quality, i refuse to use a smaller canvas sorry

in game screenshots used in the background belong to Capcom, modified by me :)

[romance-rambles]

au - hogwarts+same age!cael | what if she's written mine on my upper thigh

A sixth year at Hogwarts, Cael and his classmates have just recently been exposed to the qualities of Amortentia, the potion of deep obsession. Somehow, it helps him win a kiss from his crush.

1.9k, alternate universe - hogwarts (ft. young cael), fluff + getting together, slight jealousy, reader is mc, series: none

THOSE WALKING INTO THE SLYTHERIN'S common room have long since grown accustomed to the sight of you sprawled across the carpet, with a hefty textbook protecting your pretty face from the light that shoddily illuminates the area. They spare you no more than a glance before they disperse, readily seeking refuge in the comforts of their dorm room.

Certainly, despite wearing a Gryffindor's robe, most would consider you an honorary Slytherin. And no one in the history of Hogwarts has ever transferred houses, but that has not stopped some from their cohort from attempting to make you the first to do so.

Cael has, on occasion, been one of them.

Neatly, he folds the corner of the page, his gaze lingering briefly on the ingredients for Amortentia—the potion that had spurred most of his classmates into a frenzy. Every year, when the sixth years soon approached this particular subject, the result was the same.

Though ingesting the potion is quite dangerous, what most have a tendency to seek out is, instead, one of its unique characteristics. The scent reflects that which the person smelling it finds most attractive, and for a class consisting of mostly seventeen year olds, the prospect of being the lucky few who could find themselves a partner in this way is exciting.

That, or watching a relationship crash and burn, when the scents inevitably do not match.

Cael, for one, has no interest in the drama. Yet, for all his aloofness, even he isn't above such curiosity. The day the Potions Professor quizzed the class on the characteristics of potions they'd need to know for their NEWTs, you simply said:

"It smells nice."

Try as he might, he can't shake the image of your flushed cheeks and the pleased smile tugging at your lips. He was certain his own cheeks did not fare much better in that moment. It was a matter confirmed by your teasing, another unsubtle push to force him to confess first.

In yet another moment of pettiness, he responded in kind, leaving the both of them at a stalemate once again.

When did their habit begin? When had they come to notice the ways in which they could not live without the other person? When had they decided, quietly, that they would not be the first to take the fall?

There are times when Cael wonders if it would be worth it to lose. Then, you make his heart race faster than it has any right to on a Tuesday afternoon with only a smug grin—and he realizes, no, it would not be worth the lifetime of teasing.

Putting his Potions textbook atop the coffee table, he glances at his study partner for this evening—and for every evening after.

From the moment the two of you were introduced—by your mother, no less—you seemed to have decided he was the greatest setback you would ever face. So, he too had returned the favor. But had either of those second years ever considered a different nuance to the word "adversary"?

Cael nudges your shoulder gently with his foot. "I think that's enough of a break."

You roll over with a groan. The textbook in your hands slams shut, narrowly missing the chance to trap the tip of your nose in. Already, he's bribed you with food. With a trip into the nearby town, a denial of something more couched into his words. With a bet designed to stoke your competitive spirit, and more.

Nothing has stuck.

As his lips purse and a sigh threatens to escape from his lips, a thought strikes the young prefect. He bends over, one hand pushing up his bangs before the back of his hand gauges his temperature. The other repeats the same gesture on you.

"You're not sick," he says, the blandness of his tone masking his relief.

You hum. "No, just lazy."

In the absence of something to hold, your fingers take to doodling patterns on the stiff carpet. Each stroke disappears into the dark green surface and leaves nothing behind. Dimly lit as the carpet beneath is, Cael can still make out your words—written in cursive, the looping letters reconstructing your previous response.

With his hands clasped in front of him, he watches more of your doodles disappear into the green. NEWTs. Amortentia. The shape of a heart. The beginning of a phrase, starting with a cursive I. Its seamless stroke twists into an ever running spiral, up until you slice it cleanly through the middle.

"Move over," he soon finds himself saying.

Your hand stills. Then, as soon as you process his words, you erase your already blank canvas before pulling your hands closer to yourself. Cael settles down beside you, drawing his knees to his chest.

The edge of the coffee table sits dangerously close to his forehead. He pushes it away, back to its original position, before he moved it closer for his convenience. His other hand comes to rest on the ground.

Your fingers find a new canvas in it. As he curls his hand into a fist, the space afforded to you by the back of his hand shrinks. But it does not deter you from resuming your doodles.

A star. A flower. A bundle of leaves.

"Not going to study?" you ask absent-mindedly.

Cael snorts, combing through his hair with his free hand. "Hard to study when my partner is slacking off."

You ignore his words entirely. Years of hearing his snark has granted you a layer of immunity to it—on what amounts to a good day for him, he can tear it down with ease, leaving you to huff and puff your way through conversations. Today is not one of those days.

"Guess what I'm writing," you say instead.

An L follows an E, which follows an A, which follows a C. He's written the name enough times over the years to recognize the strokes blindfolded.

"My name."

The next is one that's haunted him over the years.

It's on the corners of his notebooks' pages. It sits interchangeably with his own, between the first and second places, whenever their grades are posted. In the forest when he visits their pet dragon, it's the name that slips out of his mouth with a sigh—whether Beanie is well-behaved or not.

"…Yours." He leans back comfortably, eyes closed as he waits for his next trial. The next one is a drawing, in two parts. You've only finished your haphazardly-drawn strawberry when he asks, "Hungry?"

Humming, you sit up. "Not yet."

Sitting shoulder to shoulder like this, he can discern the faint, sweet scent of your shampoo from the smell of fresh paint that has a tendency to follow you wherever you go. Those were two of the scents that the Amortentia potion had adopted for his sake.

The third took the form of a freshly-baked vanilla cake, overlapping with a lavender-scented candle. A memory from two years prior, the first year neither of them returned home—to your home—for the holidays.

Cael could've gone away on his own. Your mother would've been happy to have at least one of them at home. But it was his own choice to stay.

For Beanie, he said out loud.

For you, he said, in the quiet of his mind, where his childish secrets resided.

He opens his eyes, craning his neck ever so slightly to watch you. You're gazing into the distance with a blank look in your pretty eyes. At some point in the silence, you had copied most parts of his sitting position—the difference lays in where your hands rest. They clasp tightly in front of your drawn-up legs, as if to keep them in place.

"I give up," you whisper, turning your head to look at him.

"That's been the state of affairs for a while," the young prefect says wryly.

In your eyes, he counts a multitude of shades of purple. Hidden among them, he realizes too late, is a vulnerable sort of honesty he's only seen once before. Annoyance replaces it briefly. You sigh and tuck the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I'm not talking about studying."

Cael stares blankly in response. He's no better off when you close the distance between them and pull back just as quickly. What lingers on his lips is the taste of your lip balm—and when he wipes the sticky residue away, a pinky nude stains his thumb.

By now, a few of the Slytherins who had escaped to their dorm rooms earlier have started taking space up in the common room. Most hover at the edges, finding their seats on the sofas that line the walls. It is usually only Ambrum, from his fellow housemates, who sits in as their third wheel, but he has errands to run today.

Your lips twitch into a faint smile, oddly smug for having become the loser in their little war.

"You win," you say, but he thinks the flush creeping up his cheeks might tell a different story.

extra: a few hours ago - the reason why you confessed

FRESHLY-MADE STRAWBERRY TOAST, THE scent of broomstick handles, and lavender—those were the three aromas that the Amortentia potion presented you with in class. As it turns out, Natalie, one of the many admirers that Cael somehow has garnered over the years, happened to land two of the three herself.

You learn this while hiding in the bathroom stall, waiting for her and her friends to leave so you can too.

On an ordinary day, you wouldn't be so cowardly. But when her conversation with her friends begins with what is essentially a declaration of war, you think it might be just a little awkward to walk past her on your way out.

This is the story of why you decide to give in, a secret that stays with you until a random late night years later, when it slips out in the middle of a play argument.

"I can't believe you're going to confess," one of her friends repeats for the nth time. Frankly, you can't blame her. You'd be doing the same thing in her position. "Doesn't he have a thing with that Gryffindor girl?"

Your ears perk up at the mention of yourself. For the past few years, most of Cael's admirers have left him alone for that very reason. You have a claim, however implicit—one that rivals the kind a girlfriend might have.

For the reason that you will, one day, be his girlfriend, just as soon as he gives in and asks you out.

"It isn't official, though." Natalie digs through her pockets for something. From the crack in the stall, you realize it's lipgloss. "I've never seen them kiss or go on a date."

"Still…" Her other friend says, in a hushed tone. "What if he turns you down?"

"What if he doesn't?"

It isn't until Natalie speaks up again that you realize how fervently you hoped the question would deter her. Realistically, you have nothing to fear. Even so, the messy emotion known as jealousy burns away at your rationality, leaving you to gnaw at your lip in silence.

"Well, good luck then." This time, it's the first friend who comments. She seems to adjust her hair before clasping her hands together. "We should get going. Lunch should be almost over."

They leave just as loudly as they came, the conversation easily shifting to the hows of Natalie's plan. You sit there in the bathroom stall, for longer than you should. Your knuckles turn pale; your long nails dig into the palms of your hand.

You wonder—if the only thing spurring her to confess is that the two of you haven't officially defined your relationship, then would doing so lead her to change her mind?

— happy birthday to my very awesome birthday twin, @xcerizex!