#but like…I bet he's really sweet when taking a bath

[nanamiskentos]

pick your love story °🍵⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ jujutsu kaisen edition (sfw)

gojo satoru ☆ childhood friends to lovers

loves to tease you, and he'll always poke your cheek, ruffle your hair, or steal your food just to get a reaction. if you're shy or quiet, he lives to make you flustered. buys the most ridiculous gifts, including matching sunglasses and designer items that cost more than your rent. acts like your personal heater, always draping himself over you, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, or sneaking his hands under your sweater to press them against your skin. if someone flirts with you? well, he's throwing him arm around you so dramatically, calling you his 'beloved' in the most obnoxious way possible. if the person doesn't back off, his carefree tone disappears and he gives them a chilling smile. loves late night drives and cafe dates, he's so the type to blast music in the car and sing off-key on purpose, always laughs when you tell him to zip it. his love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation, and he needs to be touching you at all times, and he constantly reminds you how much he loves you in different playful and heartfelt ways <3 he's even softer when he's sleepy, nuzzling into your neck and shit, voice always dropping to a quiet murmur as he spills whatever's on his mind.

geto suguru ☆ best friends to lovers

pretty chill, protective and a faux deep thinker type of guy. gentle and attentive, always knowing what you need before you even ask. if had a rough day, he's gonna run you a bath and try to get your favourite drink. tries to sit still and listen patiently while you rant. lowkey a bit overzealous when it comes to jealousy, but never petty. he doesn't get outwardly possessive. but if someone flirts with you, he'll wrap an arm around your waist and give the person a pretty sharp look, enough that they'll back off and shit. always takes pictures of you, and he has an entire album of random shots of you reading, laughing or even just existing bc he really does think you look beautiful in every moment. loves bookstore and vinyl shop dates, and he enjoys those sweet peaceful moments with you (flipping through books, aka arguing about different genres). he's super big on quality time + acts of service, and if he sees you struggling with anything, he'll try to take care of it before you even have to ask. loves running his fingers through your hair, and he claims it calms him, and sometimes he just gets so lost in thought while doing it, that you have to snap him out of it. he's the type to whisper sweet things in your ear absentmindedly, like 'you have no idea how much i love you' when he thinks you're not paying attention. goes all red and dismissive when he realises you actually did hear that :D and he says he's not in gossip and drama but no one talks shit like he does, lets be real

ryomen sukuna ☆ prob sum weird enemies to lover shit

claims he doesn't date, but somehow ends up trying to figure out your favourite flower. calls you stupid shit like 'brat' or 'pet' more than your actual name, but if someone disrespects you, he tears them apart without hesitation. gets jealous easily, but he won't admit it, and if someone looks at you wrong, he'll grab your chin and kiss you (not that you mind <3) his love language is physical touch and dominance, expect him to always keep a hand on your waist, neck or chin because as much as he pretends otherwise, he loves feeling your skin against his. gaslights you over silly things for fun ('i literally told you that' 'no you didn't' 'oh, so you're forgetful now). also whispers absolute nonsense in your ear just from time to time, 'did you know that octopuses have three hearts? bet you didn't, but now you do. you're welcome'). will open a jar way too aggressively to try and show off his strength but breaks it, and now you're left with no pickles and a sulking sukuna with pickle juice on his hand. carries you like a sack of potatoes on his shoulders if you piss him off. pretends he doesn't gaf, but always shares his food with you and tries to order what you like.

toji fushiguro ☆ reluctant friends to lovers

grumpy but soft for you typa boyfriend who doesn't believe in using full words in texts. only texts in 'ya' or 'nah' and he accidentally replied 'k' to you saying 'i love you' and he called you immediately afterwards because he knows he messed up. loves pda but in the most lazy way possible, and will always drape himself over you like a weighted blanket and refuse to move. always steals bites of your food (half the meal) but will act offended if you do the same. once won you a stuffed animal at a carnival and acted like it was no big deal, but he actually used up all his carnival tickets trying to win you the biggest prize. spoils you in a reckless way, and he'll hand you a wad of cash and refuses to tell you how he got the money. he just tells you to go buy something nice. love language is acts of service and physical touch because he claims he's not amazing with words, but his hands always find their way back home to you. loves lazy mornings, and grumbles when you try to get out of bed, pulling you back in with an arm around your waist.

nanami kento ☆ love at first sight

exhausted but devoted you get me, and he claims that you energise him and light up his life. lectures you when you only sleep for three hours a night. replies to the tiktoks you send with corporate replies 'that was humorous. thank you for sharing. i love you.' he thinks you're absolutely the most beautiful person on the planet, and always lets you know. pretty gentle, mature and devoted. shows his love in sweet, meaningful ways. always puts your comfort first, and he tries to take things off your plate without asking. loves cooking for you, and believes cooking is its own love language. hates unnecessary, brash pda but loves quiet intimacy. holds your hand, brushes your hair against your ear. lingering kisses on your temple. reads to you at night, and he'll sit beside you if you have trouble drifting off. his love language is absolutely acts of service and quality time, and he doesn't just say he loves you, he'll prove it in every little action of his. loves taking you out to scenic parks and hikes, and just stares after you with so much love as he tries to adjust the focus of his camera lenses to try and capture you as well as he can.

choso kamo ☆ strangers to lovers

kinda awkward but genuinely, really quiet sweet. overthinks everything, and at the start of your relationship, he even started overthinking how you said 'goodnight!' and wondered if you were mad at him, because there was no heart or emoji. would die before making the first move idk, like you're going to have kiss him first or else, otherwise i fear he's going to have a stroke. holds grudges as long as he can, and will bring up little shit (like you stealing his lunch) six months later 'remember that time you betrayed me?'. but he can only really give you the silent treatment for two whole minutes when you tease him, and then immediately apologises because he feels bad. a lot of friends tease the two of you because they think choso is too quiet or a pushover but the truth is that he's actually pretty snarky, clever and observant. very determined and always sticks to his morals, even at times when you disagree with him, he's able to put his foot down. love language is quality time and gift giving, because he's the type to remember everything you like and surprise him with it. loves watching movies with you, and pretends not to care for 90s chick flicks, but he's digging them deep down. loves holding your hand, and even in public, he'll reach for you quietly.

higuruma hiromi☆ coworkers to lovers

overworked but loves you so bad. he sometimes reminds you of a tired, single dad but he's truly joyous to date. if you call him baby in public, he immediately malfunctions and blushes. you once kissed him in a courtroom (not even when court was ongoing!) on the tip of his gorgeous nose, and he almost choked. will 100% object to random things just to irritate you, with topics like takeout for dinner, 'objection. we had sushi two days ago.' takes everything pretty seriously, until you do something cute. then he just sits there, hiding his smile behind his hand like an adorable anime protagonist. tries to be strict or protective, but you just make him super soft. secretly likes pda but pretends that he doesn't. grips your hand so tight like he fears you might disappear. loves when you rest in his lap or against his chest as he reads over cases and paperwork. you told him that he'd look hot with glasses, and you caught him browsing through lens frames.

naoya zenin ☆ arranged marriage (kinda ooc naoya btw, bear with me)

sort of a menace who should have been left on read a long time ago, but this wasn't your first choice. somehow, he folds for you almost immediately but you think he'd rather dig his own grave and neatly fold his hands over his chest as he buries himself at his own funeral before he admits that he likes you. calls you annoying but will drop everything if you text him that you need help. always saying dumb shit to you, or trying to make fun of you, but if someone else does? they're gone, like he's going to stalk them, find where they work, and get them fired from their job. texts you the stupidest things like 'if i was ugly, would you still love me?' 'i just saw an ugly baby. damn' 'what would do if i got arrested? be honest.' saw someone flirting with you once at like a fancy event, and rolled his eyes, pretending that he didn't give a flying fuck. ended up at the bathroom mirror, gripping the sink and trying not to throw up. if you ignore his texts, he's gonna send vaguely ominous messages, like 'answer me' followed by 'this is how it ends?' 'i'm leaving btw, i'm going to pack up and leave you forever and go live on my own in the wild.' you check his location and he's still at home. naoya thinks he's the prize in the relationship, he's not. definitely a pda menace, and he loves just kissing you in public.

hajime kashimo ☆ enemies to lovers but in that 'we met when we were fighting' way

your relationship is just him being reckless with no survival instinct, and you trying to keep your boyfriend alive. aka trying to stop him from licking the power outlet. will randomly challenge you to fights for no reason, never mind the fact that he'll feel bad and back out at the last minute. has no concept of personal space, and will stand nose to nose with you just to make you uncomfortable. if you back away, he's gonna follow you and ask where you're going. if someone flirts with you, he's not even going to do too much, just laugh in their face and ask the offender if they really thought they had a chance. kashimo has no concept of an inside voice at all, so god forbid you try to take him somewhere quiet. energy level always at 200% and it's a mission to even take him someplace like a grocery store. if you said 'i love you' first, it might have been the only time that someone else has bested him in something. hajime physically can't process emotions and goes green and pale (he loves you so much btw) and he looks vaguely ill at your confession. stares for five minutes before throwing himself at you. definitely a words of affirmation type of guy, instead of actions, because sometimes, he's all bark and no bite.

noritoshi kamo ☆ sweet, rom-com crush

he's actually a bit traditional, but very sweet. unfortunately, he's also so formal that it hurts sometimes. but it's fun when he asks you things like 'would you like to accompany me for an evening meal?' or 'shall we go for a stroll?' if you hold his hand, for the first few months, he sweats profusely but acts as though he's totally cool (narrator: he was not cool). lowkey believes that he doesn't deserve you and he absolutely treats you, the love of his life, like royalty. super observant and determined to make you as comfortable as possible, so you're never really left wanting for anything. if someone flirts with you, he doesn't really get jealous, but rather gets philosophical. 'it is natural for others to admire beauty such as yours. however, they must know it's not theirs to claim.' a key forefront runner of the sassy men apocalypse, even though you wouldn't be able to tell at the start. super quick-witted, but he's the type to keep his thoughts to himself, but luckily, he gets more comfortable sharing his jokes with you as times go on. blushes super easily, and he hates it because he thinks it ruins his aloof/mysterious guy persona.

[lilacrwses]

▸ their s/o is drunk and doesn't recognize 'em

summary: Partying all night, dancing and definitely drinking made you drunk enough to not recognize your sweet boyfriend.

ft: iwaizumi, bokuto

note: i hope you guys like this, it’s been a while

Iwaizumi

Iwa just came back from a training camp overseas, so he was really tired and just want to cuddle with you.

Might he be forgetting that you were partying out with your friends so he expects that you won't be coming home early?

He did quite everything while waiting for you, cleaning the apartment-which by the way he realized that it was already clean enough on its own.

He took a bath, and would probably get in trouble as he used your favorite bath bomb without permission, but nothing a kiss can't fix.

Well, what he had to do next was just wait for you. The moment his phone lights up and recognizes his ringtone only for your contact- he rushes swiftly and answered it only to be welcomed by your friends voice?

"Iwaizumi-chan, hello! Can you pick up Y/n at XXX-XXX-XXX. She's pretty tipsy at the momeng. Don't rush though! we'll be with her till you're here." He gets his car keys and locks the apartment door before going out. "I'll be there in 5." He quickly presses the red button which ends the call.

Numerous thoughts were clouding his brain right now. Mainly focused on you and how tipsy are you.

In just a couple of minutes, his phone had told him to turn and then he'll arrive at his destination. No doubt that you were right there sitting out at one of the chairs of the club with your friends.

To say that you were cute doing nothing makes him realize how badly he's down for you.

"Iwaizumi-chan! Thank god you're here. She's been telling us how much she misses you, please take care of her from her." Iwa nods and gave a wave to your friends and then focuses his vision on your body.

He walked closer to your figure and helped you stand, but he was just pushed away. Dumbfounded he cooed you and tried again.

"If you lay your hand on me one. more. time, I promise my boyfriend will beat you into a pulp." he smirks and leans in closer to your face.

"Oh yeah? I bet you must love your boyfriend to reject someone like me huh." He plays along with the drunken act. "I love him so much that it hurts." He panics when tears came out of his eyes.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" Iwaizumi cups your cheeks and wiped the stray tears away. You looked into his eyes and you noticed a familiar warm loving gaze that you'd been missing for a while.

"Are you my hajime? B-but he wasn’t supposed to come home till….tonight" You hiccup.

“You’re my haji!”

"Yes, baby. Now, will you let me touch you now?" You nodded and jumped into his arms right now.

"Ooof- Careful right there." He didn't hear anything but your cute little snores, he might be tired right now but having that little talk with you just gave him a bit-- a lot of energy in return.

Bokuto

This big ball of fluff was with his teammates for an after-party game.

You, on the other hand, are with your friends and are bar hopping. Expectantly Bokuto wandered his eyes searching for a familiar person, but none to be found.

He just thought that you are still probably having fun with your friends.

He reassured himself that a little bit over twelve is still early so here he is patiently waiting for you (even though there's a slight chance you'll never come) while still enjoying his time with his very own friends.

From the perspective of his teammates, it was odd to see Bokuto sitting in one place and not moving so much. Is it because of his drink?

The loud music of the bar made communication a tad difficult. However, Bokuto did not fail to hear his phone ring with the help of the ringing vibration, of course.

His face did lit up when he saw your nickname on his screen and almost took no time to answer the phone.

"My pretty baby! I miss you so much, What took you so long to call, I was waiting." Bokuto is now in his baby voice pouting, much to his joy it was actually your friend who called him and told him you guys were sitting from a distance to where he and his teammates were.

"Oh, thanks! I'll be right there in a minute." It might seem that Bokuto was drinking beer the whole time but it was actually just an orange juice. He didn't plan on getting drunk before he could pick you up.

Akaashi had told him it was not a gentlemanly move to be drunk and be taken care of his s/o. But to be completely honest, Akaashi just told him that so he could spare you handling Bokuto's weakness #12.

He finally saw where you were when he noticed one of your friends waved their hands to get Bokuto's attention. "Bokuto-kun, we're really sorry. She got pretty enthusiastic and got carried away." your friend scratched her nape.

"It's ok, I'll take her from here. Thanks for dropping by though."

Your friends bid goodbyes to Bokuto before leaving. Your boyfriend helped you stand up, you were blinking your eyes trying to see the person that's in front of you. The moment Bokuto landed his hands to your waist you pushed him enough to collide with another person.

Bokuto apologized repeatedly before directing his attention to you again. His thoughts start to bother him. Couldn't you recognize him? How many drinks did you take?

But He tried again, "Y/n baby, it's Kou. You're boyfriend." It seemed that his puppy eyes were enough for you to recognize him.

"Kou?" He nodded

"Yes! Yes, baby!"

You immediately jumped your way to Bokuto, and kissed him."You're my Kou!" He laughed catching you in his arms. "Now let's get you home." He kisses your lips before dropping a text to his team's group chat.

Akaashi was right! He should be taking care of you when you're drunk. Only because he gets to see this new side of you.

[hanaonesflower]

“let me do this for you.”

“let me get that for you.”

“don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

when nanami was around, it was like being watched by a hawk. not in a bad way of course, just not a way you're probably used to. he is always on it, taking care of everything from beginning to end, hell bent on you not ever lifting a finger and actually bar you from doing it, even behind his back.

"seriously, kento, I can do it myself!"

"absolutely not, you worked all day, when you come home, I take care of you."

you try to bargain, dishing out facts that he, too, has a full time job that usually pushes him to the brink of exhaustion that he may or may not recover from, yet, here he is, elbows deep in dough, insistent on making pasta from scratch. according to a recipe that you may have briefly mentioned weeks ago that you wanted to try.

you tried to pick up the knife and dice the tomatoes or turn on the stove, he shoos you away.

"this is getting out of control, kento."

"you can help me by taking a nice warm long bath, honey."

nanami knows what he's doing, the majority of the time. but will he ever express that he fumbles from time to time? never. not that his ego is inflated, but because he has prided himself for being to care for you boundlessly.

so when you leave the bath and find kento with his hand in a bucket of ice water, you realize something have gone south in the kitchen.

"kento! what happened?!"

"nothing to worry about my l-"

"enough! tell me, now."

your stern voice and attitude stun him, he's never seen you like this before. his behavior is downright concerning, he hasn't always been this way though. sure, he loves by serving, but he isn't always this stubborn or ridiculously protective. you have always cooked together, why would it be different this time, or the last few times within the past couple of months. nanami isn't unreasonable, but he can be if something pricked at his pride.

"I may have burned myself with the hot steam."

"may have? your skin is having a terrible reaction! for a smart man you can be so clumsy sometimes."

"it's not that bad."

you glare.

"okay, it's pretty burnt and it hurts."

"I bet it does."

you slowly pull his hand out from the ice bucket and lead him to the kitchen table and command him to sit still when you fetch the first aid. his palm is raw from the burn and his face twists in pain when you apply some pressure.

there isn't much conversation exchanged between you and him, but something is definitely hanging above your heads. kento seems to be closed off to it, but you're willing to get to the root of things.

"you haven't been yourself lately."

silence.

"I feel like this is not just about providing for me, something happened, and it affected you."

kento looks saddened by this. you are spot on. something did happen.

a few months ago, during a dinner party amongst friends, kento found himself begrudgingly involved in unpleasant conversations with his colleagues, the way they audaciously questioned his ability to care for his partner when he was always away on work trips or spending extra time at work. he took it to heart, kento questioned himself. he realized, that even though his colleagues were terribly annoying and invasive, they made some considerable points. he made the executive decision to fully take over, spinning a complete 180 on you. at first you thought it was sweet, until it became authoritarian.

"that's really how you feel?"

"have I been absent to you, y/n?"

you contemplate for a while, you truly wish he is around more, but you always understand the nature of his job.

"I do wish I can see you more often, when you had that 2-week long vacation, I was able to spend such amazing quality time with you, and it was awesome, but I also understand how your job is. I didn't want to come in between that."

"so I have been absent." he moaned defeatedly.

"please don't blame it on yourself like this, it's not healthy, I still love you, kento."

"this is all my fault, y/n, I should have been there for you more."

truthfully, you wish he was, but once again, you are both stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"have you been doing all this to somehow compensate?"

"is it working?"

he is trying to humor you, although at quite a horrid time, you still crack a smile.

"I think it's very kind of you."

he sighs.

"please, forgive me, my love. I became what you called a workaholic, I tried to get more hours to provide for you, only to come short in other aspects."

"I'm not an unemployed housewife, kento."

“this isn’t my way of saying that you are incapacitated in any way, i just wish that you didn’t have to worry about anything,” he groaned from the incessant gnawing of the antiseptic on his burnt wound.

“kento, this is a partnership, you’re not my servant and i’m not a spoiled brat,” he felt a little silly, nanami knew this fact yet he felt impotent in this sense. he opened and closed his lips, hoping to get his point across even further but nothing seemed good enough at theis point, he’s done fighting.

“whatever you’re going to say, it’s not going to change the fact that i love you,” you silence him.

“then can i say that i love you, too?”

“that, you can.”

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒ ⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒ ⭒˚‧

note: PHEEeewww… it’s really good to be back :33 this piece shall be the redebut as it is one of my cuter fics. going back with smut pieces after such a long hiatus didn’t feel right so – soft nanami is always the way to go!! more content will be coming soon (smut included >.>), stay tuned ( ˘ ³˘)

[astayinwonderland]

Hot Summer Night | Song Mingi

pairing: mingi x f.reader

summary: mingi tries to think of you as his very good friend, but he can't deny how he truly feels about you

word count: 1.5k

+18 Minors DNI

warnings: fingering (f. receiving), female orgasm, mingi and reader are in a pool, suggestive thoughts and talk -- lmk if I forgot anything

Song Mingi has his eyes on you. He can’t really understand what happened. You are his good friend, that he knows, but in this particular night he wishes you were something more. You were going to be late to the party, something about school came up and you had to tend to that before showing up. Classic you. Such a good student, so responsible, so honest, so…pure. 

It is a hot summer night, and your group of friends was invited to the pool party. The full moon is high in the sky, and the few guests are already drunk, eating, or very into that one rom-com San is making everyone watch. Mingi watches you say hello and slowly scans the room. Could you possibly be looking for him? He takes another sip of his drink, half of his body in the pool, perfect to cool off his steamy thoughts. 

The only person accompanying him is Yeosang, the voice of reason. He sits comfortably on a beach chair as he watches Mingi follow you with his eyes like a predator. You can’t see him but he can see you through the glass doors. 

“You should just tell her you know… how you feel…” Yeosang interrupts Mingi’s thoughts. 

“No, it’s not like that. She just looks different today.” 

“You do this every single time you have to admit you like her,” Yeosang chuckles. 

Mingi rolls his eyes, he hates that Yeosang is right. The first time Mingi realised he liked you was last year when you were stressed about your finals and he agreed to help you study. He stayed up with you all night and when you accidentally fell asleep writing notes, he stayed up and finished the notes for you. Minig’s heart swelled every time he looked at you peacefully asleep. How could he disturb your angelic being? 

After that, he tried to repress it as much as he could. You went out on a date? Mingi would provide encouraging words and wish you luck, however, he would secretly rejoice when things didn’t go as planned. What kind of friend does that? 

Your eyes meet with his and you smile. Mingi feels he has been caught, but now you’re making your way outside. You move the sliding doors and step into the backyard, wearing your bathing suit and a translucent robe over it. 

“Hey, Yeosang, is this man bothering you?” you joke. 

“Not at all,” Yeosang stands to hug you. 

Mingi is speechless. A million thoughts go through his brain and he can only smile at you awkwardly. 

“I'll leave the two of you alone… I bet you have lots to talk about.” Without looking back, Yeosang returns to the house, ensuring he has closed the blinds behind the glass door. 

“What did I miss?” you casually say, sitting at the pool edge while your legs enter the refreshing water. 

“Nothing. Yeosang is just messing around,” Mingi tries to put some distance between the two of you, but you just scoot further down to look at him. 

“Hey what’s up?” you tease, ruffling his hair. 

“Not much… How was school?” a sweet smile. He was trying so hard not to give in, so hard not to jump out of that pool and kiss you. 

“Ughhh… so tiring. I only gathered the energy to come because you told me you were here. I really need to relax,” you lean a little bit closer. “Tell me, big boy, does anything come to mind?” 

Mingi swallows hard. Is this really happening? 

“Uh… the pool is quite nice, actually,” he says, so you take your robe off and get in. 

The water feels amazing, it’s true, but Mingi’s flushed cheeks and shocked face are even more impressive. You swim around a little, enjoying the cool sensation of the water on your skin. The little hairs on your back stand when the wind hits you. Mingi watches you and before his cock can catch up with his thoughts, he decides to move and play along. The two of you make an unspoken deal and decide to race each other. Mingi is fast, you can barely keep up with him, but somehow you beat him.

“Two out of three? The loser has to do what the winner says,” you reply breathlessly. 

“Deal,” and so Mingi is back to himself. These are the interactions he is used to… friendly ones. 

And so he picks up his pace in this second round. His long arms and legs helped him move effortlessly. Water splashed here and there, leaving you significantly behind. You are too late to hit the other side of the pool. 

“Nice try,” he laughs. 

You simply nod, because you know that cockiness is about to get erased from his face. 

This time you inhale deeply. You make sure to focus when you take the impulse to swim, every muscle of your body giving all it has. You swim, fast and hard. As you bring your face out to get air you see Mingi had stopped swimming. You immediately stop. 

“Hey! You okay? Mingi?” 

“You win,” he says, his eyes searching for yours. 

“What? Why? Not yet.”

“You win…” he moves and walks slowly towards you. “What would you want me to do?” 

“Hug me?” 

Mingi goes straight to your hips and not only hugs you but lifts you with him. With the water creating resistance, he spins you around, bringing laughter into the scene. Vibrations of his deep laugh tickled your belly and to be honest, further down south of your body. When he is about to put you down you wrap your legs around him. 

“Is it okay if I do this?” 

His eyebrows raise, his cheeks turn a lovely pink shade and you can’t help but wonder how pretty he would look under you. 

“Yes…” he whispers. “Is it okay if I–” 

His lips hover over yours, almost touching. He needs you to say it or else he will never believe it. Blood already coursing so fiercely on his erection. 

“Kiss me.” 

Your lips meet. He kisses you softly, slowly, taking in every little whimper you let out when your tongues meet. Mingi feels the heavens are rewarding him for some great deed he accomplished in a past life. Your hands go to his hair and you pull him even closer to you, as if that were possible. You feel the urge to be consumed by him, to be his. You kiss him as if his lips were covered in honey. He is sweet, he is addictive. 

“Mmmm… wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs against your mouth. 

“Please do…” 

Mingi knows what his priorities are, and that is your pleasure over his own. 

He puts you back in the pool and corners you, shielding your whole body in his in case someone decides to come out through the glass doors. 

His hands palm your throbbing cunt, only the thin layer of your swimsuit forbids direct contact. You kiss him, but this time it’s different. This time, you are hungry for him, for his touch, for his lips, for his deep voice telling you he wants you. Mingi pushes the fabric covering your wanting pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit. The cold water makes you shiver as you continue kissing him, moaning for him. Your lips reach his neck, and you bite. Hard enough to leave a red mark. 

“Shit… I didn’t know this side of you,” and one of his fingers enters you. His thumb circles your clit as the cold water mixes with the sensation of his warm mouth once again on yours. Your hands now make their way to your breasts, playing with them. Nipples already hard from your arousal, you pinch them as Mingi adds a second finger into you. The pressure of the water heightens the sensation of ascending to the highest levels of pleasure you’ve ever known. With a flick of his wrist, he manages to angle his finger higher up your soaking cunt. 

“Aaaahhh… ffff-ffffuuuck,” and you try to keep quiet by biting your bottom lip but it’s too late. 

Broken moans leave your precious lips as Mingi kisses them and bites them. He tries to swallow every single moan until your body starts to tremble and your pussy clenches his fingers. 

“Cum… cum,” he whispers. 

And with one last thrust of his fingers, the knot in your stomach snaps, making your head lighter than air and your legs weak. 

“Fuck.. Mingi,” is all you can say, and he catches you before you slip completely onto the water. 

Mingi holds you with a smile on his face until your breathing comes back to normal. 

“I’m that good, huh?” 

“Shut up,” you smile. “I want to return the favour…” 

“Hey! Are you two done? You better clean up that pool!” Wooyoung yells, his face barely peaking through the glass door. 

You laugh embarrassed, hiding your face on Mingi’s chest. 

“We’ll be out in a second!” Mingi yells back. 

He cups your face in his hands and kisses your forehead. 

“How about we continue the party at my place?”

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a/n: This is pure ✨fiction✨

I uploaded this like a year ago and then it was taken down... idk. I hope you enjoy this. It is always fun to write about Mingi. Comment or dm me if you want to be included in the Ateez taglist.

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[lulunothulu]

Water Balloon Fight

Summary: Bradley’s always keeping you on your toes. Today happened to be a hot ass day, leading him to bring out the big guns… literally.

Contents: just pure fun and fluff, some swearing, mentions of sex

A/N: GIIRLLL I was giggling and kicking my feet writing this 😂 ENJOYYYYYY!!!!!! And don’t be afraid to ask for requests!!!

Bradley had a rough day at work today. Not only was it hot as shit, but he’d been doing push-ups all day because of a bet Payback made with Maverick. So as soon as he was off work, he went straight to Walmart and loaded up on water balloons.

Why? Because he could.

Aaaand because he had to get back at you for the prank you pulled on him this morning.

You had left a Halloween mask on the couch and made it look like it was you. Nearly scared the living shit out of him when he went to kiss you goodbye for the day.

But now it was his turn to get revenge.

He knew you’d be home a little later than normal so he set everything up, Home Alone-style.

Balloons in a bucket over the garage door, water guns set up and pointed at said door, the works.

He changed into some swim trunks and left the red bikini he loved seeing you in on the small table by where you park in the garage. He only hoped you’d read the note he scrawled out before walking into the house.

The note reads:

Hey baby, do you mind changing into this? I really wanna try something tonight ;) leave your stuff in the car, I’ll get it after.

When he hears the garage door open almost an hour later, his heart begins pounding into his chest and the giddiness bubbles up his throat in anticipation.

Finally, he hears you giggle to yourself and some shuffling before the doorknob on the garage door twists. And in slow motion, he watches as the door opens to reveal a bikini-ed you beaming at him before a plastic bucket of water balloons falls on you, soaking you up in seconds.

Your eyes squint and mouth opens in surprise, causing him to laugh hysterically.

“BRADLEY BRADSHAW!” You scream at the top of your lungs. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?”

Before he could even get out of the way, you’re running and grabbing a water gun from the kitchen counter and running at him, sliding all over the tiled floor. Shaking the laughter out of his system, Bradley runs to the front door and swings the door open, you following close behind.

“When I get my hands on you, you’ll be sorry!” You yell as you chase him around the front yard.

“Oh, I’d love to see your hands all over me,” he yells over his shoulder.

“Fucker, stop running so fast!” You say, pointing your gun at him and spraying his back with water.

He yelps in laughter before turning around and spraying you with two hand guns he kept in his shorts elastic, causing you to yelp right back at him in a fit of giggles.

Seeing the smile on your face was definitely worth all of this.

You keep spraying until he’s good and soaked, stopping with your hands up in defeat.

“I’m out,” you breathe. “You win this time, Bradshaw.”

“Well, well, well,” Bradley drawls. “Looks like Mr. Bradshaw won this round, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

He struts up to you, a wide smile on his face, before he leans down and kisses you ‘hello’.

“Hi, Buttercup,” he tells you after he pulls away from your kiss. “Let’s go take a bath and you can tell me all about your day.”

With a swift motion, you’re laid over his shoulder and being ran into the house, water trailing from the front door to the bathroom.

A/N: She’s short and sweet but she did a lot of things to my soul 😂 p.s. what’s the magic word? (Check the tags)

[7ndipity]

Friends With Benefits Headcannons

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would handle being in a fwb relationship(as well as some of their preferences in bed)

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Mentions of oral (m and f receiving), bondage, degradation, marking,

A/N: Could not get this concept to leave me alone while working on requests, so I thought I’d subject you all to my brainrot as well, bc I mean, that’s kinda the point of this blog, right?(sorry not sorry)

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Jin:

Was slightly hesitant when you first brought it up, but quickly came around to the idea. (Might have had feelings for you already, and knows that’s a no-go in these kinds of relationships, but in his mind that just made the shift in dynamic that much easier.)

Starts out really soft and sweet with you, not wanting to shock you or make you uncomfortable, but gets increasingly more intense and kinky as y’all get more comfortable with each other.

Is obsessed with your thighs and holds onto them for dear life when you ride him. Not so secretly loves ‘accidentally’ leaving marks on them.

Wants to be tied up and be used and edged till he’s crying from overstimulation.

So fucking loud in bed, you’ve had to cover his mouth a few times to keep others from overhearing the two of you(turns out he likes that though, as well as choking)

The emphasis in your relationship is still on ‘friends’ tho. Half of the time you hang out with everyone else like normal, but there are those nights when one of you asks under your breath “can you stay after the others leave?”

Lowkey starts getting a little possessive after a bit, fucking you like he’s got something to prove if he catches you looking at someone else. “Saw how you were looking at them. Bet they can’t fuck you this good, yeah? Can’t make you cream like this cock.”

Probably winds up confessing his feelings to you bc of this, but then you admit you’ve been feeling the same way. Turns out you’re just two idiots in love(good for y’all👍)

Yoongi:

Just comes out with it one day when y’all are hanging out, like “You wanna hookup?”

He’s super respectful about it, of course, but there’s a casualness to his approach that makes it easy to talk about. You wouldn’t know this was his first fwb arrangement from the way he acts.(He’s thought about it before, but he’s never actually followed through)

Chronically calls you in the middle of the night, asking if he can come over cause he can’t sleep.

Obviously, he’s Mr. Tongue Technology for a reason. He won’t even put his dick near you until you’ve cum on his mouth at least once, arms hooked around your thighs to keep you right where he wants you.

Surprisingly soft in bed, unless he’s had a really frustrating week, and then he’s pounding into you so hard you can’t walk right the next day, running his mouth the whole time like “Such a pretty little cocksleeve.”

He tends to feel really guilty afterwards though, so his aftercare is god tier. Warm baths and reassuring words, massaging any sore muscles, will even cook for you if you want.

Addicted to kissing you. Will straight up ask you, like “I’m bored, wanna make out?” He’s not content until he’s sucking on your tongue.(might have a slight oral fixation)

I could see him maybe catching feelings? But if he does, you will never know unless you bring it up first, cause he will take that shit to the grave before fucking things up with you.

Hobi:

Oddly enough, I think he would really love this dynamic? Like there’s something just so comfortable about the fact that it’s you and him that makes it easy for him to let go.

When the subject came up, he kinda just went with it, almost out of curiosity, but he very quickly became addicted to feeling of you around him.

Love, love, loves sneaky quickies, dragging you off to the bathroom when you're out with friends, having to be as silent as possible so no one overhears y’all, despite him pistoning himself into you as fast as humanly possible. Knowing you’re going around the rest of the night with his cum leaking out of you makes him crazy.

The term ‘sweet but psycho’ comes to mind, bc you never know which Hobi you’re going to get; The sweet one that kisses and caresses you softly as he rolls his hips into yours, or the dark one that shoves your face down in the pillows as he relentlessly pounds into you from behind.

Has a way of saying the filthiest things so that they’re somehow almost sweet? “You’re my little whore aren’t you? No one else’s, only mine.”

Loves buying you things to you to model/wear for him, mainly lingerie, but it can be anything he saw and thought you’d look cute in(not jewelry tho, he worries about that coming off as too intimate or relationship-y)

Ends up catching feelings, but takes so long to confess that it’s obvious to everyone but him.

Namjoon:

This dynamic would work really well for him, until it doesn’t.

When you first suggested the idea, he was super into it. He has a fear of getting over-attached, so he likes the easy, casual nature of it, but he’s a romantic deep down and that starts to bleed into his actions.

Tends to call you when he’s stressed, fucking all of his frustrations out into you, pounding into you from behind with your face burried in the pillows.

Other times, he’s so soft and tender, kissing and worshipping every inch of you while fucking you so nice and slow you could cry(and you have)

Loves watching you suck him off, real slow and sloppy like, and has invited you to his studio on multiple occasions for the sole purpose of this, cause it’s one of his favorite fantasies.

His other favorite tho is when you pin his hands to the bed and ride him(he’s mentioned it in too many songs to not mention). Watching you take control and use him for your own pleasure drives him wild.

I could see him fucking up and saying I love you during sex, though whether he realizes at the time is debatable.

Jimin:

Neither of you exactly brought it up, things just sort of escalated after a few too many drinks, and suddenly you were on his lap making out.

Once your brains managed to catch up, you kinda sat back like wtf?! But you both admitted you really wanted to continue, so things just kinda progressed naturally from there.

Honestly, It’s so close to dating, idk why y’all don’t just admit you love each other and save the trouble of ‘sneaking around’(Poor Jk has walked in on too many things that he can’t unsee)

Gets off on your pleasure, would happily spend the whole night with his head between your legs if you’d let him.

Needs to keep his mouth busy at all times. Will just come up to you, pouting like 🥺“I want kisses.”

Found out he was into choking by accident while you were riding him once and lost your balance and your hand slipped to his neck and he almost came on the spot. The feeling of you controlling his breath makes him lightheaded in more than one way.

His favorite is when you spoon/sit behind him and jerk him off, one hand on his cock and one hand around his throat, whispering the sweetest filthy things in his ear the whole time.(Call him ‘good boy’ and his knees will buckle)

Taehyung:

Probably brought it up first out of morbid curiosity as you were both talking one night, but was so relieved you said yes.

Y’all are almost more cuddle buddies than anything else bc he just loves casual affection, holding you close, tracing his hands over your skin.

When y’all do have sex though, he’s super intense. Lots of eye contact and deep kisses as he rolls his hips into yours, practically laying on top of you(or you on top of him, he’s not choosey). He just wants to be as close to you as humanly possible.

Likes taking you out on lil dates, even though you told him that’s not quite what fwb’s do, but he doesn’t care. He considers it a form of foreplay, plus he just likes to spoil you.

Really gets off on you marking him up. He loves finding your little masterpieces scratched into his back the next morning and wears them with pride.

One of his favorites tho is watching you fall apart on his fingers, especially while yours are wrapped tightly around his cock.

Has called you multiple times in the middle of the night while jerking off because he cums better to the sound of your voice.

Might end up catching feelings, but it would take him a bit to realize because of the aesthetically romanticized way he views your relationship.

Jungkook:

He was probably the one who brought it up initially, half joking, like “Well, why don’t we just fuck?” But then when you started actually considering it, he was like 😳”holy shit wait really?!”

Honestly, he does quite well with this arrangement, it almost becomes a weekly routine for the two you: you meet up, you hang out/have dinner, you fuck. Sounds like the perfect evening to him, tbh.

He’s actually such a big softie. Loves slow, deep sex where it just hands trailing everywhere, lips on lips, swallowing each other's moans and sighs. (He doesn’t admit it at first, but he loves it when you sleep over so he can hold/cuddle you.)

But he also loves being rough with you, manhandling you into whatever position he wants and pounding into you till you're screaming his name.

(honestly, he probably goes between both styles in the same session)

He has crazy high stamina, so y’all almost always go multiple rounds, not stopping till both of you are absolutely wrecked (“I’m not done yet, understand?”)

Wants you to sit on his face, and I mean sit. He gets so irritated with that hovering bullshit and will pull you down on him. “What, you think I can’t handle it or smth?!”

It wouldn’t be a Jk list if I didn’t bring up his possessive streak, so yeah, don’t let him catch you looking at anyone else, unless you want to not walk properly tomorrow. He doesn’t care that y’all aren't a technical couple, your his and he’s yours.

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[chosocutegf]

⊹₊ ⋆ Choso NSFW alphabet ⊹₊ ⋆

Choso x fem!reader

cw: smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Choso probably loves aftercare as much as he loves sex. He always makes sure that there is time for aftercare, and considers it a moment for you two to bond. He makes sure you drink water, and helps you clean yourself, sometimes taking baths with you in a non-sexual way. He likes to lay down in bed, you tucked in his arms, while you talk about useless things, but which makes you two laugh together. And after all that, he falls asleep with you, always making sure you’re comfortable.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I hc that Choso’s favourite body parts of his are probably his hands and abs. His hands because he loves to watch his fingers disappear inside your pretty cunt, and love to observe how your juices stick to them. He also loves to wrap his bigger hands around yours and held them tightly while you go around. He also loves to use those same hands to hold your hair back while you give him a sloppy head.

He likes his abs because he adores to watch you sit on them; but his favourite moment of all, is when you rub your pussy all over them, letting out those cute mewls, until you reach your orgasm and squirt all over his toned stomach.

If you probably asked him what is his favourite part on your body, he would surely answer that he doesn’t have one, and he likes all of you. But everyone has favouritism, and Choso can’t get enough of your cunt. It would probably sound bad if he said that, but he really can’t get enough of the way you taste and the sweet smell that always comes from between your thighs. And sometimes it gets embarrassing because Choso loves to bury his face between your thighs, take a sniff and then latch his mouth to your sex.

Oh, and he also loves your eyes. ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Choso’s cum is thick and pearly white. He cums a lot, and even after all this time, you wonder how is it possible that he comes so much, and how can he do it one after the other.

He is really obsessed about having his cum on you: it can be anywhere, on your face, dribbling down the corner of your mouth, your hair, your chest, your navel, your ass. But he really loves when he cums inside you, and he can stay there to watch as his semen oozes out of your hole, it really excites him and then he is ready to go for another round.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before he had the courage of ask you out, he did something that he will never tell you and will probably bring to the grave with him. Once, he tried to go to those brothels after losing a bet to his brothers, but run away before the girl could put her hands on him because he got scared.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Mhh, I image Choso being a virgin before he met you. Because I can’t help but think that he was a nerd in high school, being so shy that he didn’t have any friends other than his brothers.

So when he met you, and even if both of you were virgins, you were the one who had to take control of the situation and explain him how many things worked. He knew things from all the porns he used to watch, but when you actually showed them to him, he felt like it was the first time ever learning of those things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He is a sensitive person, so I know that his favourite position is Lotus. He loves to have you sit in his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck while he holds you close, and while he thrusts inside you tenderly and slowly, your lips connected in a sloppy kiss. He wants to see your face while he makes you feel good, and for him, this is the best position.

if he feels quirky, he really likes 69. As I said before he loves your pussy, and what better than using his tongue on you while you use yours to make him feel good? He grips your thighs and moans against your cunt while he grinds his hips up against your face, cumning in your mouth.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is usually serious but, the first times you had sex, he was very embarrassed and every time one of you did something wrong, both of you would burst into laughter, kissing each other before going on.

Later in the relationship, he is more serious and even more confident on what he does. He loves to look into your eyes and make you see how good you’re making him feel. The moment can get a little humorous when you are making love and sometimes it happens that you start talking about useless things which make both of you giggle a little.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Since I know that Choso watched a lot of porns when he was younger, I also know that he wanted to look like them. So, since many of them shave, he did the same when he got together with you. He wanted to look the best for you, and when you learned about it, you explained to him that you didn’t really care what he looked like, grooming was important until he was comfortable with it.

So now, he takes care of it, but never shaves because he doesn’t like the way his cock looks that way, feeling even more naked. He is big enough that he doesn’t need to get rid of his hairs to make himself look bigger.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is really romantic, I think everyone understood that by now. But he also gets rough sometimes, and it would probably happen when you make him jealous. He hates to see you with someone else, so he gets really harsh whenever you fake to flirt with someone else. In those moment he is everything other than romantic, and he gets wild.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves when you are the one jacking him off. He likes to see how your hands wrap around his cock and stroke him just how he likes. And the way he likes it’s rough: he wants you to hold his cock tightly, to the point it hurts him, and when he is close, squeeze his tip between your fingers, just before pulling back and edging him. Yeah, kinky.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He is a switch, and no, he isn’t a sub because he likes to take charge over you from times to times. When he is a sub he is a masochist, and likes when you are rough with him. He wants you to use him as your personal toy, forgetting about him and using him to reach your orgasms. He wants you to pull his hair, and order him around. He gets so whiney and pretty when he is like that.

When he is a dom, he is soft and takes care of you. He likes you to use him, but he would never do that to you. Maybe he will try to if you ask.

voyeurism, humiliation, role-play, exhibitionism, spanking, blindfold, orgasm control, tentacles.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes your house, but the thrill to do it in a public space where he is sure no one will catch you, really does it for him. He also like to do it in the woods, don’t know.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything and anything turns him on. But, as I said before he is a kind of pervert, so what really can get his cock stiff in a second is when he see parts of you he technically shouldn’t. That means: many times you wear just a t-shirt at home, maybe with panties on or not, and whenever you bent down and he looks over, he catches sight of your bare pussy and ass. In a second, the blood rushes to his cock and he pleads you to satisfy him. Or also even if you’re just wearing a top without a bra underneath, your nipples get perky, and he is quick to throw you over his shoulder to fuck you. He is just a man.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Piss play, vomit, scut, age play and things like this.

Other than that, he would try anything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He probably prefers to give you head, since he loves your cunt. He loves to wrap his lips around your pussy and suck at your juices. He will play with your clit, moaning with you as you tug harder at his hair, before squirting all over his face.

But he won’t stop you if you want to suck him off. Especially when he sees you eyeing his cock while he manspreads on the couch, and smirks when he sees you inching closer, enjoying the way you caress his thigh before leaning down and taking his hard dick in your pretty and warm mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually he is sloppy and fast. He can’t hold back whenever he is inside you, and he fucks like a bunny. However, he compensate with his big dick, which makes you dumb every time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Too many times, he doesn’t particularly like them because he wants to take his time with you, but he can’t help himself when you’re both late and his cock is rock hard in his pants.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said before, he likes to experiment and he will for sure take risks as long as you are safe. He also has an exhibitionism kink. He is pretty selfless when it comes to these types of things, so he needs you to remind him that he has to be safe too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4 rounds before his cock doesn’t cum anymore. If you two go longer, cum won’t come out from his cock, but just a clear liquid similar to cum. He likes when you overstimulate him, and sometimes he will do it himself while fucking you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have toys himself because he didn’t want to spend money on them. But if you have any, he likes to use them on you. He likes it even more when you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn’t really a teaser himself, but he loves when you’re the one teasing him. However, since I’m one of those people who likes to be teased, I imagine him very open to do it if you asked him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is SO loud, probably even louder than you. He loves to whine, moan, whimper anytime you do something he likes and he gets especially loud when you’re playing with him. Even during normal sex he moans a lot and groans too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I know that you all are gonna hate me for this, and I hate myself too. But… Choso being a weirdo and pervert, would probably have a feet fetish………… Didn’t want to say it, but I had to.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5 inches maybe 6. He is not that long, but he is fucking large. I don’t know how much his girth is, but you will surely feel him inside of you. He can’t reach your cervix but he stretches you so much that when he is done with you, your hole will need time before going back to normal. His tip is big too, and is angry red whenever he edges himself.

His balls are not that big, but he is very sensitive there, and whenever you see him adjust his cock in his pants, is because his balls rubbed in a certain way that made him horny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Said it countless of times, his sex drive is too high. It’s like he takes aphrodisiac daily.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would love to fall asleep immediately after, but he wants to take care of you even more, so he makes sure you’re well taken care of before going to sleep.

thank you anon for requesting this one, I had so much fun writing it!! ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა

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[dawndelion-winery]

I Met You Once, I Loved You Twice

Celebrity au! Their persona, and then their true self, it seems like you were meant to love them regardless

Ft. Childe, Furina, Kaveh, Scaramouche (Wanderer), Wriothesley

[Idol! Childe, Actress! Furina, Racer! Kaveh, Artist! Scaramouche, Athlete! Wriothesley]

Childe:

You knew him before the fame, before the glitz and glamour; when he was just Ajax

And as horribly sappy as it sounds, you've loved him since day 1

Falling in love with Ajax was like slipping on ice while you're hiking up a snowy mountain

You get a little too caught up in the scenery, a tad bit too comfortable being around him

And suddenly, you fail to notice the patch of ice and slip, tumbling down the cliffside, your affection for him snowballing into something greater

And so you support him through his dreams of becoming an idol, writing to him while he's a trainee, making care packages for him

Anything for your Ajax

And when he finally debuts...

Oh boy, all the fans calling themselves his partner? They could dream on

You called dibs on him before any of them even set eyes on him

Besides, how could they even fall for someone just from watching them perform?

That was answered for you the first time Ajax excitedly insisted you watch him in the MV

You're not exactly proud of your reactions to seeing him come up on screen, but he seemed happy enough about it

Falling in love with the idol Childe was like drowning

Holding your breath, choking and flailing

It's dizzying until you finally succumb, which doesn't take long at all

And once he's converted you into a fan?

He's such a little shit, whipping out the idol persona for a smidge of free fanservice just to get you flustered at the most random times

And he's back to your sweet old Ajax in seconds too, acting like nothing's amiss

Furina:

The world's greatest actress finds that the world is her stage

Ever perfect, ever entertaining, her splendour is unparalleled

It was impossible not to adore such craft, and you easily fell in love with her acting just as one would fall asleep, gently and blissfully without even realising

Immersing yourself in her works, you develop a sort of fanaticism, delving deeper to find her interviews

She's beautiful whether or not she's filming, you find

So much so that you can't help but wonder how much of it is true

And so when you do, by some trick of fate, meet her, you feel compelled to ask

It's a dark, foggy evening, and you're taking a brisk walk along the forest

Who would've thought you'd bump into her then?

And so you strike up conversation, eager to interact with your favourite actress

And when you broach the topic of her facade, you notice she gets a tad bit defensive

So you apologise and back off, meaning well, hoping to see her again

And you do: these late walks become a regular thing, and slowly, you start to know her for who she really was

It's almost like meeting her for the first time all over again, and it very well may have been if you don't count the act as meeting her

Falling for Furina, your friend, was like taking an ice bath

Frigidity seized you almost instantly, and yet, as you stayed longer, the more pleasant it felt, almost soothing in a sharp sort of way

Kaveh:

Not just anyone could race in what was known to be the pinnacle of motorsports

And Kaveh? He was brilliant, the light of Ksharewar, the face of the team

And frankly, a very charming face

Often regarded as one of the prettiest on the grid (if not the prettiest)

He's really raking in the viewers

Imagine people seeing *1* edit of him getting out his his car post race and suddenly they're invested in races

Ofc being a new fan, the gatekeeping you have to put up with is ridiculous

"I bet your favourite driver is Kaveh because he's handsome."

As if he's not one of the most talented to ever grace us with his presence?

He gets so involved with the car's engineering honestly he should just build the car himself too atp

He is speed on the track

And falling for the light of Ksharewar through the television screen is an adrenaline rush in and of itself

So bumping into him in real life was just breathtaking

You sincerely hoped you didn't come off as some crazed fanatic with the way you rambled on about how much you loved seeing the way he pushed the car to its limits and everything

Overall it was a great once in a lifetime experience and you planned to treasure it

Until it was just a once in a lifetime thing and you seemed to bump into him a fair bit ("Hey aren't you that fan that completely went off about the car that time?")

Once you'd started talking to him more frequently, the rush of meeting him started to fade into less of a frenzy, and more of a bubbling excitement

Falling in love with Kaveh was like taking a breath of fresh air and letting the chilly breeze fill your lungs, a crisp clarity creeping through your senses

But from the faint flush of pink on his cheeks, perhaps the opposite was the case on his end

Scaramouche(Wanderer):

You've heard of artists with depression, now what about artists with borderline personality disorder?

The first time you'd met him, you didn't even know it was him

You'd been at an art gallery admiring the works signed off by Kunikuzushi when a stranger stood beside you

"You've been staring at this sculpture for a pretty long time."

"I like it. I don't think I've ever felt such yearning embedded in stone."

The stranger didn't respond, but nodded in acknowledgement and continued to stand beside you

Falling for Kunikuzushi was like falling in love with shadows

It was no more than a feeling, a yearning, a desperation much like what he portrays in his works

Everything you knew about him seemed to drown in sorrow, loneliness, and self destruction, yet having never met him, you were sure this was only one small aspect of his being

Which left you ever curious

Curiouser still was that same stranger with the odd navy blue hair who always seemed to happen to bump into you at these exhibitions

Without fail, he'd prompt you to speak, as though digging for your thoughts on each piece

Not that it bothered you, the stranger felt familiar, and had become a welcome face

Warm was his presence and gentle was his gaze, yet a detached coldness kept you from him

He was beautiful, you noted, like moonlight, with all it melancholic splendour and grace, like the paintings and sculptures you loved so dearly

And so you found yourself falling for a beguiling stranger whose name you knew not

You loved him like the sea loves the shore, always reaching for him, but pulling back in uncertainty

"You're oddly silent today," he notes.

"I was thinking of how much this piece reminds me of us. It's weird, isn't it? How I'm seeing things, drawing links to some stranger."

"Not really. I made it like that for you. We don't have to be strangers."

Wriothesley:

Baseball player Wriothesley who has his fans swooning at his charming grin and chuckle

A real heart stopper (he could beat me with his bat)

Fans adore him regardless of whether they're simps (they are) because he's good at his job

The only people who hate him are fans of the opposing team

The way his arms flex with every swing, in this essay I will-

He's built like a tank and plays like one too

So obviously you'd expect him to be a pretty confident kind of guy

And he is

He's a charmer, a smooth talker, and painfully level headed

So why was this beefy cannon suddenly bashful over your incessant praise?

Just look at him, which of his fans haven't fallen completely smitten?

Falling for the star player was like stepping into a big city for the first time, and being wowed and blinded by the lights and massive skyscrapers

But Wriothesley was a soft person at heart

And oh so very vulnerable to affection

For every compliment you uttered, he'd readily deflect it, but when they just didn't end?

Boy was he at a loss

He did end up treating you to coffee, so that was nice

But he was very obviously avoiding your gaze which he deemed to raw for him to meet

Yet it is that exact raw adoration that he can't quite dismiss

He knows how superficial fawning can be, yet there's an undeniable gratification when it comes from you

So he keeps you at arm's length, letting you in ever so slightly, but never too close despite not pushing you away

Falling in love with Wriothesley was like planting a seed and nurturing it as it grows

The germination takes place out of sight, the results unnoticeable until it finally sprouts as a fragile sapling

Discouraging as it may be, with continued work, it does get easier

And when he's secure enough to trust you entirely...he promised to return all your efforts tenfold

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[bard-doe]

A "crybaby" in bed

Part 2/4, part 1, part 3

Note: I'm trying to cook something quickly, but I also want to make it nice, so bear with me.

Word count: 492

Tags: Gaz x GN!reader; I can't even name it hurt/comfort cause no feelings were hurt; both sex and aftercare.

You just had to wear those fucking sweatpants in front of him, huh? Kyle really tried to keep his shit together, but the second you bent down to get the charger, he stood up from the bed and slapped your ass. It didn't hurt at all, but it made you jump for sure. As you looked up at your boyfriend, wanting to tell him off, Kyle picked you up and tossed you onto the bed, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Don't play coy now, you know what those sweats do to me. Bet you wore them to rile me up, didn't you, sweety?"

Technically yes, but mostly because they were comfortable. Kyle's attention was just a bonus. Though now, after 20 minutes of edging, you were starting to doubt that.

You were with your face down and ass up as Kyle fingered you, pulling away the second he felt like you were close. When you were about to whine, Kyle put three fingers in, setting a quick pace, hitting all the right spots. First orgasm was like a blessing. The second followed shortly after. When you were close to the third one, your legs gave out. Thankfully, Kyle had enough strength to support you with one arm to slowly lower you down, not stopping even for a moment.

"Aw, what's wrong, baby? Tired already? Yeah?"

You nodded with a pout, and the bastard chucked.

"Poor thing. Just a few more, love."

You really lost the count, but, maybe, it was your fifth orgasm when you started feeling dizzy. You didn't have enough strength to talk or hold back your moans. You also couldn't hold back your whine and a sob, after which Kyle stopped and you could finally try to close your legs. Didn't really work, but Kyle, your sweet torturer, helped you with this one as he moved to the side to check your face.

Glossy eyes with tears streaming down and the most heartbreaking pout he had ever seen. He felt like he had kicked a puppy.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry."

He lay down near you, pulling you into his chest as he wiped tears away from your face.

"My poor sweetheart. Was it too much? Did your evil boyfriend go overboard?"

Kyle still tried to joke around to lighten the mood. Luckily, you liked that about him. You hummed in agreement and sobbed again, now frowning a little.

"Aww..."

He smiled widely and kissed just between your eyebrows, cradling the back of your head as he tried to carefully pull the blanket over your lower body.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're just so irresistible, couldn't help myself. Will try to keep it together the next time. Let's just relax a bit and then I'll run you a bath, yeah?"

You decided not to take any risks, so, after you drank your water, took a bath and ate your dinner, you threw your sweats away. They were too powerful.

Pst, @vixyyvix, wake up. I made something.

[fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou]

Grocery Shopping.

Ft. Suna Rintarō

Notes: NSFW minors dni, fingering, car sex, afab reader, fluff at beginning, swearing, pet names

“rin,” you groan, as the crooked wheel of the trolley jams into the back of your heel for the millionth time. “drive the goddamn trolley straight, please.”

there’s a laugh. husky and low, belonging to the man you call your own.

“but, love,” he whines, that familiar drawl in his nonchalant tone as he pushes the trolley a little so you’re walking side by side. “it’s not my fault it’s wonky. you should take that up with someone who works here,”

you can’t help but roll your eyes at his teasing tone and instead decide to aim your focus at the apples that are cheaper than usual. the shine of the skin “a-peeling” as suna comments behind you.

you usually shop together, late at night like this when he doesn’t have training. it’s probably the only time when you’re not drowned in work or your boyfriend is building up his thighs like a god at the gym.

“doll, what else was on the list?” your lover’s voice is serious, as he stares at the aisle numbers in concentration. “why am i thinking of butter? did we even need butter?” your laugh resounds in his ear, as you explain it was bread, not butter. “ohhh, bread. gotcha. be back in a second.” he shoots you an award winning smile, before pushing the trolley to the bread aisle, almost looking too elated to be here with you at the supermarket.

“what’s gotten into him?” you mumble to yourself as you pick up other items on the mental list you made. when ten minutes have passed, and no rintarō has appeared for a suspicious amount of time, you walk down briskly, scanning each aisle.

“rin?” you call, scanning through every area, like a lookout team.

“darling, over here!” an excited voice rings out and you stop in your tracks, walking down the dangerously alluring sweets aisle.

“what are you doing?” you ask with a laugh, seeing wide and excited eyes gracing your boyfriend’s features.

“they have chūpets in stock!” his hands can’t seem to move any faster, as he looks through the different flavours.

“i’ve never seen you more excited, truly,” you say teasingly, as he gives you a pointed look.

“i get excited about plenty of things, hun. i’ve got no idea what you’re saying,”

“yeah? and how much are you willing to bet chūpets are better than sex?” you dare ask, wondering what his reply will be. there’s a beat of silence.

“fuck. that’s a hard question.” he replies, his face grim with indecisiveness. you laugh, playfully hitting his arm.

“you actually have to think about it?” i ask, as he places three packets of chūpets into the trolley. the two of you head to the self check out, scanning your items.

“i mean, both are good. very good,”

“but this is sex i’m talking about. you really believe jelly fruit sticks compare?” your banter is comfortable and flirtatious, as rintarō pushes the trolley to your car. as he unloads the bags, he hums in thought.

“chūpets are gifts from the gods themselves, love. i can’t argue with fact,” his voice clearly pokes fun at you, as he shuts the boot door with a firm hand.

“i’d argue they’re not as satisfying as a good blow job,”

“what? ‘cause of the same sucking motion?” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“suna rintarō!” you cry out, giving him a look of pure unadulterated shock. “you did not just say that!”

he shrugs, but the grin on his face is practically devilish. “did i?” he puts the trolley away with a satisfied look plastered over his features. “why? are you going to prove me wrong, angel?” at this, his voice is lower now; richly suave and so thick with desire, you might as well be bathing in honey.

“you’re a tease. a fucking tease, you know that?”

“mmm, i did, actually.” a gentle hand grasps your hip, as he pulls you in, closing all distance between you.

“we’re in the middle of a car park, rintarō,” you remind him, your lips severely close to his. shit, you want to kiss him so badly.

“it’s almost midnight, doll. nobody’s around to see us,” his lips graze yours, but only for a second. “besides, we gotta test that bet of ours,”

another kiss breaks the surface fleetingly, before you’re dragged into the back seats of the car, the door shutting firmly behind you.

“rin, it’s not more than a fifteen minute drive hom-” you don’t get to finish your sentence as you’re pulled under your boyfriend, his lips crashing against yours.

it takes you a minute to regain your breathing, only to lose it again, his hands in your hair, yours around his neck as he craves for more.

“i want you, darling. right here, right now.”

and you’d be a complete fool to deny him that.

“then take me,” you whisper into his mouth before you’re kissing again, his tongue finding his way into your mouth as his touches grow rougher.

“fuck.” he groans, peppering your neck with kisses as his hands trail down to the buttons of your pants. “let me taste you,” he pleads, untying the string of his sweats. “can i have you, baby? please?”

“yes,” you breathe, watching as his pants and boxers are discarded carelessly, his hands coming back to cup your cheeks. “you can have me, rin,”

he groans, a guttural sound as he lifts your legs over his shoulders in one fluid motion, kissing your inner thighs. “big claim to make, angel. i’m gonna make you feel so fucking good,”

his mouth seems to second that statement, as you whimper from the touch of his lips near your entrance. his tongue comes next, a sword against your shield, digging his way through to you with a muffled moan. “you taste so good, doll. always taste so good for me, don’t you?”

“fuck, rin!” you cry out, as a pale, slim finger penetrates your folds. “oh god, oh fuck-” you choke out, babbling mindlessly as his fingers are practically sucked in and out of your hole.

“not even the real thing yet, baby. already so responsive,” he hums, thrusting another finger inside. your moans only compel him to insert another, his movements gradually getting faster and rougher.

“i want you, rin,” you plead. “just give it to me already. stop teasing me,”

“sweetheart, i haven’t done anything of the kind,” he smiles, pulling out his wet fingers, licking them as he watches you. “but since you’re so insistent sex is better than my beloved chūpets, i guess i’ll give you what you want,”

a ragged gasp of air comes out of you as the tip starts to slowly sink in.

“ahh- rin, shit, you’re so- fuck! you’re big,” you ramble, thoughts simply unable to pass through you. rintarō continues his pursuit, delving in deeper, as he thrusts against your walls in an effort to derail you from coherency.

when he bottoms out, your cries are strangled as crescent moons crease his t-shirt, your grip on him, unrelenting.

“fuck, hun, you’re tight,” he hisses, his base reaching your skin as he begins to move, hard and fast. rintarō’s hips rock into yours, the wild bucking sensation almost too much as you moan wantonly.

“t-the car is shaking-” you manage to choke out, but it’s like your boyfriend doesn’t hear you, his relentless pursuit of breaking down your walls his only mission.

his cock fills you up so deeply, you can barely move as your pleas for more only seem to invigorate him to pound you harder.

each thrust is like a message, one that tells you that there’s no place either of you would rather be, but with each other. rintarō’s cock remains hard and swollen inside of you, his desperate grunts filling the car.

“release for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone the personification of velvet. “show me how good i make you feel,” each touch sends you ablaze, your whimpers music to rintarō’s ears as his skin dances over yours.

“r-rin!” you all but scream, the pleasure blinding as his cock slams into your walls, a sign of love as you moan. “i’m gonna… fucking hell, i’m gonna cum,”

“that it’s, darling. cum all over this fat dick for me, yeah?” rintarō smiles as his hard member urges to release. but he waits. suna rintarō can be patient when he wants to.

“close, ‘m close!” you sob, hips held in place by suna’s firm grip. “rin- hnngh~ rintarō!”

there’s a low chuckle from your boyfriend as he hits your g-spot more consistently. “go on. let it all out for me, doll. you know i’m good for it,”

you swear loudly, your voice shaky as you announce your climax again. the coil in your stomach tightens, and then releases all at once. “i’m cumming!” you groan, thighs trembling as rintarō pants from the overexertion.

“fuck, that feels so good. your cum feels so warm on my cock.” he whispers, the words so vulgar it makes you moan a little more. “wait, wait. quiet down for me,” he requests, and you bite your lip to hold your silence.

“you hear that, hun?” suna asks, his cum-soaked cock rubbing against your walls. the motion produces a series of audibly lewd noises, the squelch making you tense up on him, all over again.

you can’t handle it anymore, writhing with pleasure as your lover pulls out, his cock covered with your fluids. “where should i cum, baby? tell me where i should, we wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” his tone is sly, like he wanted this all along. you can barely answer as his seed squirts all over your bare stomach, as he kisses you deeply. you press your lips back hungrily, tongues finding their way to meet each other’s as your shared moans echo in the backseats.

“better than sex?” you choke out now, your back limp against the car seat as you both pant heavily. there is a moment of quiet, aside from the jagged breathing before suna quips.

“yeah, maybe,” your boyfriends winks. “i’m playing with you, doll. sex is always better,”

“i fucking told you so,” you groan as he laughs, the sound resonating in your ear as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind it.

“let’s go home. i’m not finished with you yet.” suna says with a cheeky smile.

“i didn’t think you’d be,” you say sarcastically as he sits you up, cleaning the sticky mess with a tissue.

“what can i say, love? i’m a man with very specific needs,”

you can’t help but laugh. “is that right?”

“only the facts,” he replies, meeting his lips with yours for another kiss. “i love you, darling.”

“i love you too, rin.”

first full smut fic ‼️ i hope this isn’t just a bunch of tomfoolery 😵‍💫

banner credits: @cafekitsune <3

[yuquinzel]

fluff. short drabble. trying to post all my drafts in case i’ve to be inactive :x

contrary to popular belief— itoshi rin is not at all, easy to wake up.

trying to wake up rin is a trap. you know because he always manages to somehow convince you to come back to bed instead. you almost can't blame him for it, all his bargains for 10 more minutes and I'll do the dishes are criminally convincing.

“itoshi rin if you don't wake up in five minutes—”

“fifteen” he groans, morning voice dripping with drowsiness; low and sweet. “come back’ta bed.”

he pats the empty space on the bed besides him, holding out his arms in his half asleep state. the dragged out syllables make your resolve shake just a little. his bangs fall loosely over his eyes, hair disheveled and eyes heavy— it's a cute sight, one you're so used to but still fall weak for.

“five, I've been trying to wake you up for the past twenty minutes.” you say, ignoring his groans when you don't oblige. it takes all your willpower to not jump on the bed the very second he grumbles in protest.

“ten, I'll make breakfast.” he bargains, hugging the pillows in your place.

“oh, i bet you will. you get five minutes rin, five.” you say with finality.

“seven,” he slurs, you’re baffled. the sheer audacity of the bargain makes your face contort into something akin to bewilder, confusion and annoyance.

“five and i swear if you say six —”

“five,” he repeats, “if you come back to bed.” he says, throwing the pillows away. you watch as they roll off the bed. rin looks up at you with hope. you scrunch your nose.

“no. you and i won't be getting up for the next three hours if i listen to you.” you dismiss.

“no, we will. we will, just five minutes y/n. please. i beg.” he pleads, blinking up at you.

he's trying— jutting his bottom lip out in a convincing pout, furrowing his eyebrows to convey distress. he makes no effort to brush back his unkept hair, even tilting his head to the side just barely, the way you do when you're trying to get him to do something.

he's really trying to look convincingly cute. the sunlight peeking through the curtains and draping itself all over his skin doesn't help at all. he's bathed in warm luminescence and god, he looks pretty— an extension of the morning sky.

it's not easy to wake up rin, it's even more difficult to say no to him when he tries to act cute.

“...no.”

rin smiles, “you hesitated,” then he holds out the blanket for you, sweetly wrapped around his arms and it looks so cozy and so warm, “c'mere already.”

you sigh, shoulders slacking in defeat. for the sake of the argument — you wait a few moments, but give in eventually. climbing up the bed, rin envelopes you in his arms without wasting a second, nuzzling closer for your warmth. you feel the warmth of his breaths on your skin as much as the sheets pooling over you.

“you're insufferable.” you say, raking your fingers through his hair.

“and you still can't say no to me.”

“five minutes rin. five. no bargains, and you're making breakfast plus doing the dishes.”

“twenty and I'll take you out on a nice date.” his voice comes muffled, but you feel it guiding you to close your eyes.

“fifteen,” you mumble.

“thirty and — we'll save time showering together.” his sweet baritone is like a siren's song, coaxing you to mutter a low “mkay,” before you can stop yourself.

god, waking up rin really is a trap.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

[gremlinmodetweeker]

You said before that könig is a big baby when he's sick, how does he react to us getting sick? Does he try to be helpful or does he avoid us like the plague lol

Okay so König has no qualms with sickness. This man has been coated in every bodily fluid at some point in his life (and yes I do mean every, he's lived a pretty interesting life) so he is more than fine to handle you.

However, he's a nightmare because he won't let you just relax and be sick. No, König is the king of old wives tale cures. When the day starts, he's forcing you out of bed to brush your hair and teeth because dammit neglecting self hygiene is not an option when this man is living in your house. If you exercise or do stretches in the morning, you just bet that he's making you stretch when you get up. If you exercise, he won't force you to the gym but he will take you on a short walk to 'get some fresh air'. Little does he know that the streets of the city do not count as fresh air in any way whatsoever. His Austrian ass is opening every window in the house to get airflow for you. He's a nightmare.

He's also cooking for you. Thank the heavens he has some common sense to not give you what he eats when he's sick. He'll cook something light and easy for you that won't upset your already weak stomach. He's a devil about making you eat though. He'll force it down, one way or another. At least he'll try until you shove him away. Speaking of, he will try to feed you because he thinks it's romantic and sweet, despite the fact that you look like actual death.

He's determined to keep you clean and fresh. This means he's changing your bed while you're in the bed. It's a bit obnoxious but he just cares about keeping you clean. This also means he runs baths for you or helps you stand for a shower. If you're really unable to leave bed, he'll give you a sponge bath because you're not going to be sitting in sickness.

He will totally cuddle you though. He has no fear of getting sick, after all. He's got a ridiculous immune system. Whether this is from him being naturally strong, or if it's because of his time in the military or from his habit of eating expired food, you'll never know. I'd say you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and just accept his cuddles.

There's only one (1) downside to König cuddle sessions. He's hot. No, not like that (yes like that), but like he's a human furnace. It's awful. He's holding you right up to his chest when you get a hot flash but he's fallen asleep so you're trapped in place, sweltering against him.

That said, it's nice to have him around. He'll tell you about his day when he gets home and he'll watch your comfort movies with you (and he'll talk through them because he's an old dad at heart) and he'll keep you well cared for. He's a good partner after all.

[brights-place]

⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞‼ - Ch.11 - 13】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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The cafeteria hall hummed with silence. Long, heavy wooden tables dominated the space, stretching from one end of the grand room to the other, their surfaces polished smooth by years of use. Benches, equally sturdy, lined either side, inviting weary students to rest.

A large stone fireplace, almost gothic in its design, dominated one wall. The sound of boots echoed against the checkered floor of deep purples and muted greens, a stark contrast to the rough-hewn stone walls that rose high above.

Ornate candelabras stood sentinel at regular intervals, their flickering flames adding to the already warm glow of the numerous hanging lanterns. The soft, diffuse light gave the hall an almost ethereal quality.

High, arched windows, framed by thick stone, reached towards the vaulted ceiling, allowing only muted sunlight to filter through the cafeteria. [Name] sat down at an empty table, the weight of the day pressing down on her like a heavy cloak of stress and worry.

The quiet hum of the cafeteria offered a strange solace, a temporary respite from the storm raging inside her. Not only had she dealt with Ace, but she had also spent the entire day trying to clean the statues, unable to attend any of her classes due to a certain cat throwing a fit the entire time. Even Nevermore was more patient with her when it came to taking baths She let out a shaky breath, the warmth of the room a small comfort against the chill of her anxiety. The rhythmic tapping of cutlery on wooden surfaces, a familiar sound, began to calm her frazzled nerves—until a whiny voice snapped her out of it. "I can't believe we still gotta watch that stupid Ace guy wash a hundred windows!" Grim complained.

[Name] sighed, watching as Grim plopped onto her thigh, grumbling while she stroked his gray fur. "Grim, just because you're a mattress pea doesn't mean you have to be impatient, okay? Let's just wait a bit." Grim huffed, rolling around on her lap before pausing and looking up at her. She raised a curious brow at the cat's sudden stillness. "What's a mattress pea?"

[Name] paused, then smiled softly. "A term of expression from where I'm from. It's common… it's like saying, uh, couch potato." Grim blinked before getting up and pointing a paw aggressively at [Name]'s face. "I ain't no couch mattress pea!" A warm, sweet laugh escaped her lips as she stared down at Grim, nodding. "You tell yourself that."

A huff came from the gray cat as the duo continued to wait for Ace. Silence settled between them before Grim let out an annoyed meowl, his paws clinging to her clothes. "What's buggin' me is—Ace ain't even here yet! To make us wait after what he did… Grrr!" The two paused for a moment before Grim growled. "And now he's super late! I bet he up and bailed on us!"

Grim jumped off the table, his hind legs hitting the floor, then turned to the h/c-nette. "We should look for him! Ain't no way am I doin' his punishment for him!" The gray beast stomped off, with [Name] following behind, sighing softly. Her lips twitched upward slightly as they passed through the large wooden doors.

"C'mon, [Name], I don't care if we gotta drag him kickin' and screamin he's washin' those windows! While I laugh." A chuckle escaped her as she complied, the two heading down the hallway.

Grim pressed his paws against a dark oak door, its curved golden handles gleaming under the soft light. A golden sign above read "Classroom 1A." With a determined push, the door creaked open, and [Name] stepped inside, following closely behind her feline companion. Her e/c eyes swept across the room, its familiar design reminiscent of her own school. Grim, however, was far more focused on his search.

"Hey! Ace! Get over here! Try to hide from me, will ya?!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the wooden walls. After a moment, his ears twitched, and he huffed. "Huh... Maybe there's really no one here?" A soft hum escaped [Name]’s purple-shaded lips as she glanced around. The room was simple yet carried an air of familiarity. A sturdy desk stood at the back, books stacked neatly on either front corner. Behind it, a large blackboard dominated the wall, with a bookshelf filled with various tomes nestled beside it. Wooden counters lined either side of the room, arranged in two rows with space between them, one row slightly lower than the other.

Grim stood idly between her legs, his tail flicking impatiently before a voice suddenly rang out. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. I'm here." With a startled yelp, Grim scrambled up onto [Name]’s shoulder, his claws digging into her jacket. "Bwaaah! That painting just talked!"

[Name] flinched at his sudden movement before turning her gaze to the portrait in question. She blinked once, then deadpanned at Grim’s exaggerated reaction. The painting, despite being a flat 2D image, continued speaking with ease. Intrigued, [Name] leaned in slightly. "Yes, and...? Is a talking painting really such an oddity at this school? The lady in that portrait speaks too, as does the gentleman over there. As long as a painting has a mouth, why wouldn't it be able to talk? Is that really so strange?"

She tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk on her lips. "Where I'm from, talking paintings aren't exactly common. It's... peculiar, I suppose." The painted figure grumbled but seemed to concede. "Well, your 'usual' and my 'usual' clearly differ. Shall we agree to disagree on the matter?"

[Name] hummed in amusement before a thought struck her. "Sorry for the sudden question, but were you with those ghosts from yesterday?" The portrait let out a contemplative hum. "Unlike those restless spirits, always wandering hither and thither, I have been contentedly hanging on this wall for over fifty years. But you..." The painting's painted eyes seemed to study her. "You seem to be searching for someone."

Grim, ears perking up, nodded enthusiastically. "We're lookin’ for this guy called Ace. Messy hair, heart drawn on his face. You seen him?" The painting blinked, considering. "Ah, I know the one. A new student, if I recall correctly? Today was his first day. I believe he returned to his dorm a while ago."

[Name]’s eyes lit up, and she grinned. "Hexcellent! Thank you so much!" Grim, however, was less pleased. "Myaaah! So it's true! He's tryin’ to ditch us!" His tail bristled with annoyance before he turned back to the portrait. "Do ya know which way he went?" The painted figure offered a small smile. "The door to the dorms is in the eastern building." "Let's chase after him!" Grim cried, already dashing out of the classroom. [Name] nodded in thanks, gripping the oak door to follow only to pause when the portrait called out once more.

"Hold on for a moment..." The voice from the portrait was softer now, almost reverent, yet something in its tone sent an unnatural stillness through the air. "[Name], I apologize for not bowing earlier. I was simply... mesmerized. Your presence such beauty, such poise... you carry yourself with a grace that rivals even the statue of your mother."

A cold shiver trailed down [Name]’s spine. Her grip on the door faltered. The painted figure's eyes, flat and lifeless yet unsettlingly aware, seemed to bore into her. "I apologize," the voice continued, hushed and deliberate, as if speaking some forbidden truth. "I simply did not expect to see a child of Seven in all my years of being painted."

The room felt heavier, the air dense as silence stretched between them. Her fingers twitched against the wood, nails digging in ever so slightly. Her e/c eyes, dark with something unreadable, flickered toward the portrait.

"...What?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. The painting merely smiled, unblinking. "It is rare to see a child of Seven here. I am glad I had the privilege before any other painting did."

The way it spoke—slow, deliberate, knowing—made her stomach twist. She forced a breath, steadying herself, but the unease clung to her skin like a shadow how come the painting was staring at her in revolting disgust and fear as if she wasn't horrifying to look it, as if her mother wasn't someone that everybody feared which caused them to fear her...? "Now, do run along," the portrait continued. "You wouldn’t want to lose your furry companion. But should you ever wish to converse, I would be delighted to learn more about you." Her nails pressed lightly into the polished wood, though her expression remained calm. With a soft nod, she turned and stepped through the doorway, leaving the painted whispers behind her.

The dimly lit corridor stretched endlessly, the flickering lanterns casting long, distorted shadows against the polished floor. Ace strolled lazily down the pathway leading to the Hall of Mirrors, arms draped behind his head. A smirk tugged at his lips as he muttered under his breath, “Yeah, right. Like I’m actually gonna waste my time washing a hundred windows. I’ll just turn back and—” A thunderous voice shattered the eerie silence.

“AHA! GOTCHA, PUNK!”

Ace’s smirk vanished. His muscles tensed, heart hammering as his eyes snapped wide “Shit!” He bolted. The once leisurely steps became frantic strides, his breath coming in sharp gasps. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed the source of his impending doom Grim, that fiery little menace, was in full pursuit.

“Stop right there, pal! No fair gettin’ a head start! Wait!” Grim’s voice echoed through the hall, his tiny paws pattering furiously against the stone floor. Ace scowled, legs burning as he picked up the pace. “Who in their right mind would wait?! Seeya!” Grim’s jaw hung open in disbelief before his expression twisted into determination. “No way are you gettin’ out of this! You think I WANNA WATCH YOU WASH WINDOWS?!”

Not far behind, [Name] struggled to keep up, her breath ragged, each footfall growing heavier. “Grim, I am not built for running when I haven't eaten!” she huffed, pressing a hand to her chest. The feline ignored her complaints, too consumed by the thrill of the chase.

Through the blur of moving figures and glowing lanterns, [Name]’s sharp gaze darted around,  calculating a way to bring Ace’s little escape to an abrupt halt. Her fingers twitched at her sides, a familiar warmth spreading through her palm. A pulse. A whisper of power coiling at her fingertips.

A thick mist of deep violet unfurled from her hand, swirling like liquid amethyst in the dim corridor light. It crackled, mystical energy twisting and curling before she thrust her arm forward.

The air rippled. A dazzling wave of shimmering purple magic burst forth, sweeping across the hallway like an oncoming storm. Ace barely had time to turn his head before it struck him, the sheer force sending him reeling. His feet stumbled his body tilted “Wha—?!” His cry was cut short as he toppled forward, limbs flailing. The violet energy crackled like static before dissipating, leaving him sprawled across the floor.

But before he could scramble back to his feet— “Anything?! Anything, huh… All right! Here goes anything! I summon thee… something heavy! CAULDRON!” A deep voice cut through the chaos.

From seemingly nowhere, a massive, cast-iron cauldron materialized above Ace’s prone form. The dim candlelight glinted off its smooth, dark surface as gravity took over.

A loud crashed echoed. The cauldron came down like a hammer of judgment, pinning Ace beneath its overwhelming weight. “Bwaaah?! What the—A POT?!” The hallway fell silent for a beat. Grim howled with laughter, his tiny body trembling with the force of his amusement. “Ah ha ha ha ha! Look, [Name]! LOOK! That Ace guy got crushed beneath a giant cauldron! It squashed him flat! Aha ha ha! That’s what you get!” He kicked a paw near Ace’s hair, utterly gleeful.

[Name] exhaled, still catching her breath, her fingers flexing as faint traces of purple energy crackled around them. She eyed Grim, before reaching down to ruffle his fur lightly. “Nice job.”

The boy who had conjured the cauldron blinked, his cyan-colored eyes wide in stunned disbelief. He clutched his small wand, still processing what he had just done. “A cauldron?! I wasn’t expecting that… I may have overdone it this time.” A groan of pain drifted from beneath the cauldron. “What are you bothering me for?” Ace grumbled, voice muffled. “You guys could’ve just washed the windows yourselves.”

[Name] placed her hands on her hips, her glare sharp. “You got punished for acting irrationally.” The blue-haired boy furrowed his brows, puzzled. “Wait—you have to wash a hundred windows as punishment? What the heck did you even do?”

Ace let out a drawn-out sigh. “I was just messing with that furball a little. ...Okay, and the statue of the Queen of Hearts got a teeny bit charred. Sue me.” [Name] crossed her arms. “And?” Ace groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “And I might’ve said N/N shouldn’t be here.”

The blue-haired boy’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “You damaged a statue of the Great Seven—wait, you actually insulted a girl without a good reason? What’s wrong with you?! No wonder the headmage lost it on you!”

Ace scoffed. “Oh, shut up. Who even are you?” The boy straightened, clearing his throat awkwardly. “My name is Deuce. Deuce Spade. Don’t you remember your own classmate?” Ace raised a brow. “You don’t remember my name either, do you?” Deuce stiffened. “That’s not the point! You shouldn’t try to ditch an order from the headmage! Or insult a woman! Ever!”

Ace groaned. “Yeah, yeah, message received…” He huffed, stretching his arms. “Fine, let’s bang out the windows already. Huh…?” His gaze flickered down the hall, expression shifting. A familiar gray-furred figure was darting away—fast. Ace pointed, panic rising. “The furball! He’s gone!”

Grim, the little rascal, was already bolting down the corridor on all fours, his fluffy tail swaying behind him. “Ah ha ha ha! I’ll let you two handle the rest! No way I’m watching someone clean windows! See ya, suckers!” Ace groaned, struggling to free himself from the cauldron. Deuce and [Name] quickly grabbed his arms, yanking him up just as he shot an enraged glare down the hall. “You caught me just so you could run away yourself?! Hey! You there! Uh… Juice?”

Deuce’s eye twitched. “My name isn’t Juice. It’s Deuce! With a D!” Ace, utterly dismissive, waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You’re involved now, so help us catch that little furball!” Deuce scowled, already running. “HOW is this my responsibility?!” Ace jabbed a finger toward [Name]. “Grim’s friend over here—” [Name] raised a questioning brow, lips twitching.

Ace sighed. “You know what? Let’s just go!” Without another word, the trio took off in a dead sprint after Grim. Deuce, surprisingly fast, quickly overtook them. [Name]’s voice rang out behind him, breathless yet unwavering. “GRIM, STOP!” The feline only grinned wider, tail flicking. 

The sound of crashing echoed throughout the cafeteria. Grim scampered wildly around the room, while [Name] desperately tried to grab the cat without using magic, fearing it might cause harm. Not only that, but Ace was in danger of getting hurt as well.

Ace lunged at the feline, frustration evident in his voice. "Argh! Stop jumping around like that!"  Grim perched smugly atop the chandelier, Grim grinned with an egotistical smirk. "Heh heh heh! Catch me if you can!" Deuce's voice grew taut with irritation. "No fair climbing onto the chandelier, you coward! I haven't even learned flight magic yet... What could I summon to hold onto him...? Hmmm..."

While Deuce scanned the room, [Name] raised her hands, a familiar purple mist swirling around them as her patience wore thin. Before she could act, Deuce suddenly lit up with realization. "Oh! That's it!"

Reaching down to his uniform belt holster, Deuce grasped a fancy gold key and twisted his wrist, sliding his familiar wand into his hand. He firmly gripped the black handle, its golden accents glinting under the cafeteria lights. At the wand's tip, a small crown cradled a rose-red crystal, encased in a delicate golden frame. As Deuce raised his arm, the crystal sparkled brightly.

Ace turned just in time to see the wand aimed in his direction. "Did you come up with somethi—Oh, hey! Stop! What are you doing?!" He staggered backward, his scarlet eyes wide with alarm. Name] froze. "Oh my Godmother—" she muttered, watching as Deuce pointed the wand directly at Ace.

The redhead forced a nervous grin, staring at the glowing crystal. "Why are you pointing that at me?!"Y/n barely processed what was happening before Deuce, completely unfazed, answered matter-of-factly, "Because I'm going to launch you."

A brief silence followed before [Name] burst into laughter. "No way!" Ace's face drained of color. "Are you kidding me?! Bwaaah! Put me down!" He flailed wildly as he was lifted off the ground, panic setting in. His scarlet eyes locked onto Deuce. "Seriously, do not launch me! Abort! ABORT!"

Despite Ace's protests, [Name] lowered her hands, deciding to let Deuce handle the situation. "Just make sure to grab him tight," she advised. Deuce smirked, adjusting his grip on the wand. "I've got him in my sights, and... Go!" With a swift motion, Deuce launched Ace through the air.

A high-pitched screech tore through the cafeteria. Grim's claws dug into the chandelier's metal frame, his ears twitching at the girlish scream approaching at rapid speed. His eyes widened as he spotted Ace, arms outstretched, barreling toward him.

"Wha—?!" Grim barely had time to react before Ace collided with him. The chandelier swayed dangerously before giving way under their combined weight. A loud crash erupted as debris filled the air, scattering across the room.

[Name] moved swiftly, stepping in front of Deuce and raising a hand. A shimmering purple forcefield flickered to life, shielding them from the worst of the impact. As the dust settled, Deuce peered at [Name]'s back, noting her tense posture.

"I... I didn't add a cushioning spell," she realized, her voice laced with panic. The purple barrier vanished instantly. Deuce coughed into his sleeve, clearing the dust from his lungs. His cyan eyes flicked toward [Name], and with a soft smile, he placed a gloved hand on her forearm. "Thanks."

She looked at him fondly, offering a small nod. "No problem." Their attention snapped back to the cafeteria, where the extent of the destruction was now clear. The chandelier lay in ruins on the floor, shattered glass and twisted metal scattered around it. Scratches marred the once-pristine flooring, making [Name] wince at the damage.

A low groan echoed from the other side of the wreckage. The duo's eyes widened as they spotted Ace kneeling near the cafeteria entrance, gripping a dazed Grim by the scruff. The cat's eyes swirled in dizziness, letting out a faint noise of protest.

Ace scowled, jabbing a shaky finger in Deuce's direction. "I cannot believe you just did that!" Deuce blinked, resting a hand on his chin as he nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, right! I probably should've thought of a way to soften your landing after you caught him..." "[Name] just said she should've done that too..." Ace growled through gritted teeth, his eye twitching in exasperation.

A tense silence stretched between them before Ace erupted. "You complete and total moron! We got Grim, but we broke the chandelier! If the headmage finds out about this—"  "If I find out about... what, dear Ace?" Everyone froze. Slowly, their heads turned toward the source of the voice. Standing before them, hands on his hips, golden eyes gleaming, was none other than Headmage Crowley.

Ace and Deuce stiffened, their gazes snapping to the older man. "Ah! Headmage Crowley...!" Ace stammered, his voice unsteady. [Name] stepped back, letting out a sigh knowing the familiar routine that she has seen and been apart of before.

"YOU AGAIN. What have you done this time?!" Crowley's voice thundered through the cafeteria, his golden eyes blazing with fury. Grim, still cradled in Ace's arms, wobbled unsteadily, his tiny body swaying like a pendulum. "Myaaah... Everything's spinning..." he groaned, his pupils swirling. |

The Headmage inhaled sharply, his expression a perfect storm of exasperation—until his gaze landed on [Name]. In an instant, his demeanor shifted. The anger melted away, replaced by a bright, almost saccharine smile.

"Ah, Ms Queen!" Crowley cooed, clasping his taloned hands together. "I do hope you had a pleasant day. My sincerest apologies for this unfortunate mishap. How were your classes?" He tilted his head, his golden eyes expectant as he awaited her response.

[Name] hesitated before sighing. "Actually... I couldn't even attend my first class because of Grim, but I—" Crowley's eye twitched. His is head turned slowly—too slowly—toward Grim, his gaze narrowing dangerously. 

Taking a deep inhale through his nose before exhaling sharply. Then, just as quickly as his rage had flared, he spun back to [Name] with a composed smile. "We can discuss this later." He patted her shoulder lightly before turning his full attention to the three trembling boys.

Crowley's expression darkened once more, his patience hanging by a thread. His piercing gaze swept over the wreckage, the destroyed chandelier lying in jagged pieces across the floor. "Burning a statue wasn't enough for you? Now you've destroyed a chandelier?!" His voice rose, filled with incredulity and exasperation. His cloak billowed as he turned sharply on his heel. "Enough! All of you are expelled!" The words struck like a thunderclap. [Name]'s eyes widened in shock.

A loud cry of protest erupted from both Ace and Deuce. Deuce surged forward, desperation in his wide, panicked eyes. "Headmage, please! Give me a second chance! I can't get expelled from this school! I need to be here!" His voice wavered, frantic as he searched Crowley's face for even a shred of mercy.

Crowley scoffed, crossing his arms. "Then blame yourself for your own foolish behavior." "I-I'll pay for the damages! However much it costs!" Deuce blurted out, gripping the front of his uniform as if trying to steady himself.

Crowley let out a slow, dramatic sigh. "That chandelier," he began, his voice grave, "is no mere light fixture. Its candles are fueled by an eternal magical energy source, enchanted to burn without end. It was crafted by a legendary artificer possibly their finest creation. It has been here since the school was founded, and I had imagined it would remain here forevermore."

His golden eyes flickered toward the ruined chandelier, disappointment settling deep into his features. "Considering its historical value..." he continued, his voice heavy with emphasis, "I would estimate its worth to be no less than a billion thaumarks." Silence filled the cafteria.

Deuce stood frozen. His shoulders trembled as the number fully registered in his mind. "A... A billion marks?!" he croaked, his face turning pale. Ace let out a nervous chuckle, stepping in quickly. "B-But I'm sure with your magical talent, sir, you could just—" He snapped his fingers. "—fix it right up, easy!"Crowley shot him a flat, unimpressed stare. 

"Even magic has its limits," he said coolly. "Furthermore, its magestone—the figurative heart of any magical artifact—is cracked. A magestone cannot be replaced so easily. I fear the candles of this majestic chandelier will never burn again."

Ace's gaze dropped to the floor, muttering under his breath, "This is bad..." Deuce fidgeted anxiously, cracking his knuckles in distress. "What am I going to do?! How am I supposed to tell my mother?" His voice wavered, panic bubbling up as he imagined the inevitable conversation.

Crowley observed the scene with a flicker of amusement before his eyes landed on [Name]. His smirk faltered slightly. She wasn't panicking. Instead, she had taken a step forward, her hands slowly rising. A determined glint flickered in her gaze.

"Ms Queen—" Crowley's voice hitched, his beak slightly parting in surprise. Ace and Deuce turned just in time to witness it.

The broken shards of the chandelier lifted from the ground, shimmering with a soft glow. Piece by piece, the fragmented metal and shattered crystal drifted upward, clicking together like a puzzle. A faint hum of magic vibrated through the air, causing the dust to swirl gently around them.

The magestone at the chandelier's center pulsed weakly, fractured but not beyond salvation yet it was close to already dying out. Ace's jaw dropped. "No way..."

Deuce's breath hitched. His eyes darted between the floating shards and [Name], who stood firm, her fingers splayed as she willed the pieces into place. Crowley, for once, was completely speechless.

The golden candles flickered weakly as the energy surged through them. The cracks in the magestone began to mend—slowly, but surely. Sparks of violet and gold crackled around the fixture as if the chandelier itself was breathing once more.

Ace swallowed hard. "She's actually doing it..." Crowley blinked, his wings ruffling slightly in stunned silence. Perhaps, just perhaps... there was hope for these miscreants after all.

[Name] huffed, turning to face Crowley, whose eyes widened as his lips parted in surprise. Her chest heaved slightly as she met his gaze, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Then, quickly composing himself, he pursed his lips and sputtered, "Ms. Queen! How outstanding! I never should have doubted you for a second!"

[Name] merely stared at him, her expression deadpan. Crowley sweat-dropped under her unimpressed gaze, shifting slightly as if hoping she wouldn't call him out. After a brief pause, she let out a soft sigh and offered a small smile.

"Headmage Crowley," she addressed him, watching as the crow-masked man perked up in response. "I understand that we've caused an issue for you, but don't you think expelling them on the first day is a bit harsh? Since I've already repaired the chandelier, maybe they can make up for their mistake by retrieving a new magestone?"

She gestured towards Ace and Deuce, who were still staring at her in disbelief. They had barely processed what had just happened, but the weight of the conversation quickly dawned on them. [Name] kept a tight smile, trying to make her plea as convincing as possible.

Crowley stroked his chin thoughtfully, tapping a gloved finger against his beak-like mask. A flicker of amusement twitched at the corners of his lips as an idea formed in his mind "Ah... perchance, I could let them off with a task instead," he mused.

Ace immediately perked up, sensing a chance for salvation "The magestone that powered this chandelier was originally mined from the Dwarfs' Mine," Crowley continued. "If you can acquire a magestone with the same properties, it may be possible to repair it properly."

Deuce straightened, speaking without hesitation "Then I'll go find a magestone! With your permission, sir!" A relieved sigh escaped [Name] as Crowley nodded, but his expression darkened slightly as he raised a cautionary hand.

"I should warn you," he said gravely, "that I cannot guarantee there are any magestones left to find. The mines were closed long ago, and it is highly likely that all remaining magestones have already been extracted." Deuce, however, was undeterred. Clenching his fists, he stepped forward with unwavering determination "I will do anything to avoid expulsion, sir!"

Crowley regarded him for a long moment before shrugging his shoulders lazily. "Hmmm... very well, then. I will suspend your expulsion for a single night." A sly smile played on his lips before his tone dropped into something far more serious.

"But," he added, voice sharp, "if you fail to return with a magestone by morning, then all of you are expelled." Deuce nodded rapidly, straightening his back. "Yes, sir! Thank you very much for this opportunity!" Ace sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face.

"Fine, then. Let's just hurry down there, grab a magestone, and get this whole thing over with." Crowley raised a hand in a dismissive wave. "You should be able to reach the Dwarfs' Mine instantly by using one of the gates in the Mirror Chamber." Deuce gave another quick, "Yes, sir!" before turning toward the exit, determination evident in his every movement.

Just then, a groggy voice interrupted. "Myah—wh-?! Where am I?!" Grim blinked blearily, his fur fluffed up as he finally regained full consciousness. [Name] chuckled, ruffling the cat-like creature's head. "We're going on a little trip," she told him.

Crowley tilted his head, regarding her with mild surprise. "You would join them as well, Ms. Queen?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. "I assumed you'd stay behind, given that you already repaired the chandelier and restored its magestone." [Name] smiled, shaking her head.

"The magestone in the chandelier might not last forever," she explained. "If it fails, we'll just be right back where we started. I'd rather go along and make sure everything is truly fixed." Crowley's expression brightened instantly. "Well then! Good luck on your little escapade!" he chimed, clapping his hands together.

But as Ace and Deuce turned to leave, Crowley suddenly leaned in close behind them, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper. "I swear—if she gets so much as a scratch—you two won't just be expelled," he threatened, his tone deceptively pleasant. "You'll be cleaning the entire school from top to bottom."  Ace and Deuce stiffened under the weight of his words.

Then, just as suddenly, Crowley straightened and cleared his throat, a bright smile returning to his face as if he hadn't just issued a thinly veiled threat "Now, off you all go!" he chirped, waving them toward the Mirror Chamber.

The moment they stepped into the Mirror Chamber, an eerie yet mesmerizing aura washed over them. The room seemed almost alive, pulsing with a presence both elegant and unsettling. The air carried a faint hum, as if the very walls whispered secrets meant for no ears to hear.

At the heart of the chamber, suspended above a bubbling green fountain, hovered an ornate mirror its circular surface an abyss of darkness that swallowed all light. It did not simply reflect; it consumed, as though holding within it the weight of untold destinies. The mirror was encased in an intricate, gold vine-like frame, its twisting tendrils almost appearing to writhe in the flickering glow of the chamber's peculiar lighting.

The fountain below brimmed with an otherworldly luminescence, its liquid swirling in hypnotic patterns, casting shifting ripples of emerald light across the polished floor. Each wave that lapped against its basin seemed to carry whispers from another world.

Lining the chamber walls stood tall, coffin-like structures, each propped against grand columns. Their surfaces bore elaborate carvings and faintly glowed in hues of green, blue, and violet, a spectral dance of colors that suggested something slumbered—or perhaps lingered—within. The sight of them sent a familiar chill down [Name]'s spine, a reminder of when she had once been trapped within their suffocating embrace, engulfed in darkness so absolute it had felt like drowning in silence.

The columns stretched skyward, framing massive cathedral-like windows. These windows, adorned with curling wrought-iron patterns, were partially veiled by deep crimson drapes that barely parted, allowing only slivers of cold, blue light to seep into the chamber. The faint glow of the outside world barely dented the chamber's unnatural gloom, heightening the contrast between light and shadow.

As they advanced toward a small pedestal stage, [Name]'s gaze flicked upward. A colossal wrought-iron chandelier loomed over them, a monstrous centerpiece dripping with chains, beads, and jet-black crystals. The dim lighting refracted through the crystals, casting faint, ghostly figures that drifted along the walls, shifting and twisting like lost souls searching for a way out.

Delicate strings of pearls and gems hung from the chandelier's sprawling arms, stretched outward toward the room's farthest corners. The effect was hauntingly beautiful—an eerie elegance that straddled the line between decadence and doom.

The lighting in the chamber was a paradox—a mix of warm and cold, unsettling yet oddly harmonious. Fiery-red lanterns jutted out from the walls, their glow stark against the green luminescence of the fountain. Meanwhile, faint bluish reflections from the mirror added an ethereal shimmer, a strange truce between warmth and void.

Suddenly, the mirror's surface rippled. A comedy mask face formed within the abyssal blackness. Ace and Deuce flinched violently, instinctively grabbing onto each other. "THE MIRROR!" Ace shrieked. "IT SHOULDN'T BE DOING THAT!" Deuce echoed, his voice an octave higher than usual.

[Name] simply sighed, her gaze unwavering. The dark mirror's voice emerged, smooth yet ominous, its tone carrying a warmth that contradicted its chilling presence.

My Queen 

My lady of ebony and darkness

Lady of eternal beauty 

What brings thou to me?

Silence fell like a heavy veil over the group before a loud cry came from Grim "Henchman!" Grim barked, stomping a tiny paw against the ground. "Why's the mirror talkin' like that?!" The surface of the mirror shimmered around the comedy mask. Its pale, porcelain-white visage bore a fixed, enigmatic grin. The mask hovered in the void, watching her intently, its eerie presence seeming both familiar and otherworldly as it continued to stare at her.  [Name] exhaled through her nose, pressing her lips together before speaking.

"I seek a way to the Dwarfs' Mine." The comedy mask flickered, tilting its head before bowing in acknowledgment. 

As you wish, My lady

A surge of green fire erupted around the mirror's edges, flaring outward before curling inward like a beast retreating into its lair. The mask's form dissolved into the darkness, and in its place, the mirror's surface glowed with a brilliant radiance. The inky blackness peeled away, unveiling a portal. A window into a sunlit forest, its tall grasses swaying gently under a sapphire sky.

The dark mirror beckoned. Its surface no longer a void, but a doorway, promising passage into lands unknown. Ace, still recovering from the shock, sighed and stepped up behind [Name], resting a hand on her shoulder "Alright, let's go... Oh, and you better explain that whole 'Queen' thing later." [Name] rolled her eyes, shaking off his hand.

Ace groaned, dropping his arm. "Maan... how did I even get mixed up in all this? I swear, I have the worst luck." Deuce crossed his arms, his tone sharp. "We don't have time to complain. Let's go!" They turned to face the dark mirror, standing at the precipice of the unknown.

"To the Dwarfs' Mine!" Deuce declared.

One by one, they stepped through, the mirror's surface parting like liquid silk. Grim clung tightly to [Name]'s shoulder, whining, "Myaaah! Why's the mirror only focusing on you?!"

As they vanished into the swirling portal, the Mirror Chamber fell silent once more—its watchful eyes unseen, but always observing.

⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝ Dictionary !!

Features!! Physical Appearances S/C: Skin Colour H/C: Hair Colour H/L: Hair Length E/C: Eye Colour

Other!! Other things that could be mentioned in chapter

Headmaster Crowley: The headmage of Night Raven College. Likes to constantly remind others how kind he is. He grants the MC student status and appoints them prefect of Ramshackle Dorm after they wind up stuck in Twisted Wonderland.

The Great Seven: There are seven influental figures in the world, called The Great Seven whose deeds are told through many legends

Mage Stone: Magestones operate indiscriminately; they are used as everyday  household appliance that anyone could use if they know how to operate the device to begin with.

Ace Trappola: A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and are both freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

Deuce Spade: An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage.

Grim: A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/Quotes Ever after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!

Mattress Pea: A phrase that means Couch potato. The Mattress pea slang comes from The Princess and the Pea is an original tale written by the Danish storyteller, Hans Christian Andersen (1805-1875). It was originally published in 1835, and depicts the story of how a princess proves her 'nobility' by sensing an uncooked pea under a pile of mattresses as she tries to sleep.

Hexcellent: A word that means excellent, very commonly used in day to day life in ever after high. Oh my Godmother: A phrase used when surprised or used to emphasize how surprised, angry, shocked, etc.

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[townofsin]

PROMPT: “Please stop! I don’t think my body can take another orgasm!!” “You said that last time and we reached a record of 7 before! Just hold out a little longer for me, rosebud. You said you wanted to try and get to 10.” “Yeah, but I didn’t think it’d be this overwhelming!” CW: overstimulation, pussy-slapping

John "Soap" MacTavish is one competetive motherfucker.

Always up for a challenge.

Never backs down from anything. Never.

So when you had jokingly told him you were interested to see if he could break the current "orgasm high score" you should've known the game was on and Johnny had accepted your challenge.

Oh - you really were in for something.

“Johnny, please!” You sobbed.

You were sat on the bed between his legs with his arms wrapped around you tightly. One across your chest to keep you in place and one to tease your clit and finger fuck you.

No matter how much you thrashed around and shook, his grip would only get stronger.

As if you’d ever have any chance against your MILITARY TRAINED boyfriend who hung around the likes of Ghost on an almost daily basis. And you could tell, he wasn’t even putting any sort of effort into keeping you in place.

By now you had lost count of your orgasms. It was something above five. That much you still were aware of but you could be anywhere well over ten or still just at six and you wouldn’t even be able to say if that was the truth or not.

“Johnny!” You whined out again.

Your clit was throbbing and pulsating against his thumb and your fingers squeezed around his walls tightly.

“It’s alright, love.” Soap whispered against your skin as he pressed soft kisses against your temple. “You’re doin’ great, baby, eight already. Just two more to go.”

If you weren’t so overstimulated with your brain pretty much fucked out of order you’d huff and laugh at him. ‘Just two more.’

That prick talked about it like it was that easy, like he wasn’t close to sexually torturing your poor body. You’d love to see him after getting orgasm after orgasm forced out of his body. Bet he wouldn’t have such a big mouth anymore after that.

You pushed your head more into his chest and whimpered loudly. God, your pussy hurt and you were sure that your body physically wouldn’t be able to endure another orgasm anymore, let alone two.

“Johnny, I need a break!” You sobbed. Once more an attempt to fight yourself free failed. “This ‘s overwhelming, please, my body can’t take more…!”

“Shhh…” Soap cooed calming while rubbing your clit in an almost soothing manner. “Two more, then I’ll run you a nice warm bath and get dinner started while you relax, hm? Just a lil longer, love.”

Johnny couldn’t cook for shit, so his idea of dinner probably was throwing a pizza into the oven or ordering something.

But still…it was sweet.

You nodded with another sob breaking loose from your throat. Johnny was a dickhead, but a very sweet one at that. Always making sure you were okay. “‘s just…so much…” You repeated between moans.

“Well, YOU wanted to break our record of seven and get to ten.” Johnny reminded you teasingly. If you had any strength left in your wobbly body you’d have smacked him. What an asshole.

“That was before I knew how overwhelming it would be!” You cried out, trying to argue with your boyfriend while he has two fingers buried in your pussy knuckles-deep.

The wet sounds your cunt was making were disgustingly wet and sloppy, you were sure there was a wet spot underneath your ass from how stick your thighs and cunt felt. A loud whimper came from you when Johnny suddenly slapped your cunt. “Nuh-uh, no thinkin’ sweetheart.” He chuckled as his fingers pushed right back into you with ease. Did he seriously just ‘Nuh-uh’ you?!

“All I need you to do right now is take it like a good girl, got it?”

You nodded weakly. You barely even noticed the ninth orgasm washing over you. One more. You could do that. Just one more and you’d be able to relax again.

Suddenly Soap picked up the pace and his assault on your clit became a little more violent. “Soap!” You cried out loudly, your body acting on its own as it tried to fight the hold he had on you.

“You’re doing great, baby.” He praised. You could hear his cocky grin, another thing you’d punch him in the gut for later, when you had the strength again. “Such a good girl for me, almost there. Let it out.”

Your eyes shut tightly and you bit down on your bottom lip as your walls clamped down around him again. Finally. Your body shook was the wave of the final orgasm washed over you.

Johnny chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of you, softly rubbing your poor cunt in a soothing manner. “Did so great for me, baby.” He praised. “Such a good little girl.”

A whine of protest left you. Your cunt hurt and you felt like any more touching and he could get you to come again.

“You made such a mess, baby.”

[emersonbabe]

nsfw alphabet - vinnie hacker

18+ MINORS DNI

A - aftercare:

vinnie always pushes you to a breaking point during sex. but he is very diligent when it comes to after care. most times he’ll start the shower knowing that you hate baths. he makes sure to scrub you down with all your favorite products. after he’ll do your skincare and put you in very loose clothing. he’ll make sure you fed and hydrated before turning out the lights and crawling into bed with you.

B - body part

vinnie loves your thighs. he’s always touching them, in the car, at a restaurant, in bed. you always have sweet love bites covering your thighs after a long day with vinnie.

C - cum

vinnie loves filling you up. weather its your cunt or mouth. sometimes he’ll gather the cum that drip out of you and places his coated fingers in your mouth making sure none goes to waste.

D - dirty secret

vinnies loves when he gets to watch you touch yourself. he knows his girl can’t make herself cum without thinking of him which drives him insane.

E - experience

vinnie is very experienced. especially with your body, he know all of the perfect places to drive you crazy.

F - favorite position

vinnie has 3 major favorites:

he loves taking you from behind, he pushes your head into the bed as he aggressively plows into you. but he also love seeing your face while he makes yo cum. so his second favorite is you on your back with your legs over his shoulders. he know how much you love the feeling of this position causing his tip to perfectly hit your g-spot. towards the end when he knows you tired he loves you riding him. he love gripping you ass and playing with your nipples as your overstimulated cunt grinds down onto him.

G - goofy

vinnie loves sex, so he doesn’t waste his time on goofy stuff when he knows that its not going to get either of you off.

H - hair

no thanks! 🫶

I - intimacy

vinnie’s intimacy depends on his and your mood. if hes annoyed you better pray because he is very aggressive. but you also both love sweet vanilla sex from time to time.

J - jack off

vinnie tries not to jack off much, but you both have busy schedules so if needed he will. he will from time to time jack of to you playing with yourself.

K - kinks

vinnie loves praising his girl, letting her know everything she does right, he very dominate in bed, and every now and again like to punish or tie you up when your being a brat.

L - location

vinnie prefers the bedroom because he likes to take his time. but he also likes to see you all flustered scared your going to get caught so every now and again you can find yourself riding vinnie in his car in a parking lot.

M - motivation

anything can turn this man on. weather its as little as you giving him a peck on the lips to you teasing him, if the time is right he will get turned on.

N - no’s

vinnie will not to somnophillia or CNC. he strongly believes that consent is important in the moment not before hand.

O - oral

he LOVES eating you out. the pleasure that it brings him knowing his baby girl is getting taken care of.

P - pace

vinnie is very rough and fast when it comes to sex. he knows you love it when he beats up your pussy.

Q - quickies

vinnie hates quickies, he loves foreplay warming you up. most of the time things result in quickies its because he teases you to the point where your so sexually frustrated you can’t take it.

R - risks

both you and vinnie are willing to take risk. he just knows your a very flustered person when it comes to that which turns him on so much more.

S - stamina

vinnie tends to set his pace around you. if he can tell you can’t take it anymore he’ll finish up but if your still going you best bet vinnie is right there with you.

T - toys

vinnie has a vibrator that he likes to use as a punishment, but thats really the only thing he has.

U - unfair

vinnie loves to tease you. weather its in bed when he edges you, or in public whispering the things he wants to do to you in your ear.

V - vocal

most of vinnies vocal is him praising you, but you’ll get a few loud groans from him every time. he loves when your vocal though. praises his ego.

W - wild card

this man will turn into a giant baby when he’s sick. wanting you to cuddle him and play with his hair. falling asleep on you. but he never admits to it.

Y - yearning

he’s dtf whenever as long as you’re okay with it.

Z - zzz

vinnie never falls asleep before you, always wanting to make sure that you’re okay.

a/n - please give me recs i’m begging

[snoringkitty1]

Sunday Boyfriend Headcanons Tw: Mildly suggestive content, fluff :>

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Obviously, Sunday is a very busy man, running a whole resort/dreamland is rough especially when dealing with so much at once.

Hes so pretty?? How could you possibly land him?? Pure absolute luck i tell you.

At the start of your relationship, because of how busy he is, he might not make much time for you initially..i feel like sometimes he just forgets.

Since he's so forgetful in the beginning, it'll be up to you to start up stuff, dates, cuddle sessions, naturally both with take thorough planning to fit into his schedule.

During these dates or cuddle sessions though, i bet he's just the sweetest thing, or the slyest thing, the in-between being a flirty shit.

He's sweet though, behind that politicians smile, he's the type of guy who just loves to have his hand held, or his face, not a fan of having his cheeks pinched though, makes him feel childish.

You are his pillow, you have no choice, none at all, and who are you to deny him?

Personally, i have a head canon for all angelic characters that messing with their halo's can help them relax, so doing that after a long day? He has ascended.

You glanced at the clock as you scrolled through things on your phone to keep yourself awake, It was a pleasant surprise whenever you were still awake whenever Sunday got home. You paused your video and sat up a bit when you heard footsteps coming down the hall, smiling to yourself and setting your phone aside and crossing your legs. A cheery yet tired look on your face as Sunday opened the door and met your eyes with tired look of his own. "Ah..stayed up late again?" he chuckled and bit back a yawn as he walked over and kissed your forehead, "Naturally, you look so much happier when i stay up for you." You pointed out and he shrugged, "I thought i could hide it better, but i suppose not." He smiled and turned away to go change and get ready for bed, you plugged your phone in and got cozy in bed and waited for the angelic man to return. His wing appendages fluttered softly as he walked over and flopped onto you, a robe covering most of his body, though the top was was loosened to feel less suffocating. You looked down at him and raised a brow before laughing, "You act like someone's racing you to use me as a pillow." He looked up and hummed, his wings reaching up to tickle your cheeks, "This spot belongs to me." He stated confidently and tilted his head when you rolled your eyes, I thought that was already established?" His darker look faded into a pleased one, smiling as he laid his head on your chest again and promptly closed his eyes, this was your usual queue to toy with his halo or the wings on his head. Doing so put him to sleep like a form of lullaby, the sound of his steady breathing filled your ears, a clear sign he was asleep. "Goodnight.." You whispered softly, before falling asleep yourself.

He can be manipulative at times to get what he wants from you, but its typically nothing bad, things as simple as what place you two will eat at.

His charm is more less what he uses to get to you.

For all that he is or goes through he's just a soft little thing by the end of the day.

Even if he only ever wants affection the way he wants it, he's still sweet about it, or hot :>

If you by chance decide to deny him, he'll just escalate and get his affection through more pleasant means for the two of you.

Top, definitely, loves the control he has when on top.

If you want to top him, just tug the wings on his head, he'll go weak.

Endurance..well, he can last a fair bit.

Aftercare though is really nice, he seems like the type to get you a shirt and a bit to cool off before offering to take a long bath with you.

Sunday took a moment to admire your exhausted state, his gaze fixed on the stands of hair that he was toying with while you gathered your baring's. "You look happy with yourself.." You mumbled, smiling at him before sitting up. "Naturally." He hummed and sat up, gently patting your back before getting out of bed and walking around to pick you up. "Huh? Where are we going?" you inquired and glanced up at him before realizing he was carrying you to the bathroom. "A bath, so we don't wake up feeling gross." He smiled and set you on the sink counter and pecked your lips before he turned away to start filling the bathtub with water, even adding in some bubbles to make it better. "Oooh, awe~" You smiled and tilted your head, "Thank you..". "Well, it is the least i can do dear, if i have the time tomorrow we can go out for a date, hm?" He smiled and picked you up and set you in the toasty water with bubbles nearly overwhelming you before you laughed and relaxed. Sunday hastily joined you, sitting across from you before he pulled you close and held you in his lap, "Feel free to fall asleep..i'll be here to hold you up." he whispered and kissed your neck, "don't gotta tell me twice~" you smiled and leaned back against him and closed your eyes. Sunday smiled and watched you fall asleep, pressing kisses against your head and neck and would continue to do so till you both got out.

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Thanks for reading.