#infinity nikki fic

[cockroachparty]

Windchimes Over my Heart: Chapter 1

Pairings: OC x Nikki

Summary: Soraphina is the best stylist in Florawish. The boys want her, and the girls envy her. Until Nikki showed up. Nikki, a cross-dimensional being, has infiltrated Soraphina's life by throwing her out of the spotlight. Being thrown out of the spotlight is Soraphina's worst fear, but, being thrown means to be touched... And if it's Nikki who's doing the throwing, then Soraphina can't be that mad.

Word Count: 2.6k

Themes: Angst, slow burn, lesbian confusion, pretty canon compliant, envy, jealousy, nikki being sweeter than sugar.

Author's Note: This was originally a Y/N fic! However, I thought maybe an OC would be a better idea, so I created Soraphina! This fic already has 3 chapters that you can read here on my AO3. This fic is just a silly one, nothing serious or indicative of myself as a writer. But criticism is still welcomed!! Please enjoy!

Chapter 1: Lavenders and Peonies

Soraphina is just that girl. Beautiful, charming, exquisite speaking and singing voice, and just so damn stylish. The way her dresses glitters and gems danced under the sunlight made everyone in Florawish take a second look as they walked past her. How some of her dresses flowed like a rivers stream, and how some idolized the appearance of a cloud, making every step she took bounce with ease. It was no wonder she was the best stylist in the town. But it wasn’t just her dresses that caught the eye, but her gorgeous looks as well. Lithe frame, dainty hands, and lips that curled into the most beautiful smile when she’d wave at you. Soraphina had it all; friends, a good family, great teachers, and popularity. Oh, and there was never a drought for boys with her, either. Though she had many bachelors (many not eligible) she never truly gave in to their desire for her. This didn’t stop many of the girls she went to school with to become jealous of her, though. But, hey, it wasn’t Soraphina’s fault that she was so captivating. She was just that girl!

Soraphina’s eye for fashion was second to none; she was Florawish’s Michaelangelo. However, she still wasn’t satisfied. The quiet town of Florawish wasn’t enough for her, and luckily her parents had connections, so her name and designs would soon be known all across Miraland!

Until this girl decided to show up.

Soraphina pulled her scantily, though elegant, skirt up. She put on her white thigh-highs, which compensated for the lack of coverage. She put her long, luscious lavender hair into a high ponytail, leaving her front locks to wave in front of her face. As she sat at her white vanity, she examined her face as she has a million times over. She smiled at herself. Her flashy, perfectly aligned teeth could have made even the mirror blush. She put her classic nude pink lipgloss on, and reached for her bookbag. It was a bag she had made herself, and she brought it quite literally everywhere with her. Just like how a 6 year old boy has a security blanket, Soraphina had her security bookbag.

She twirled her way out of her room and into the living room of her dorm. It was quiet, as her roommates had left many minutes prior. Hey, you can’t rush perfection! She exited the dorm and entered the hallway. As her hand still laid on the handle of the door, with her body turned toward the wall, a flash of pink breezed by. It was so quick that Soraphina almost did not notice it.

Must be Fuchsia, Soraphina grinned. Fuchsia didn’t grow up as privileged as Soraphina, and it was with the help of Soraphina’s mother that landed her friend into the stylist school. However, some accommodations had to be made, and the dorm Fuchsia was set with had only windows overlooking the Wasteland.

With her face still toward the wall, Soraphina jeered to her friend. “Get back to your side of the building!” She spun in the direction of where her friend was headed off to, but… wait, is that Fuchsia?

The pink character stopped in her tracks. With her back still turned toward Soraphina, she ables to get a better look at her. Well, it certainly wasn’t Fuchsia. For one thing, Fuchsia’s build wasn’t so… petite. Also, although everyone at this school was a master stylist, Fuchsia’s dresses weren’t nearly as well defined as this girl's. The girl turned toward Soraphina, and that’s when she saw that she had absolutely no idea who this chick was. Crazy, right? Soraphina knew everybody on this side of Miraland, so who was this? Dada would have introduced her to any new upcoming students, so what’s the deal?

The two girls locked eyes. Soraphina examined her face. Her skin was pale, just like hers. Her lips were plush, just like hers. Her lashes were long, just like hers. Her hair was well-brushed. Her fingers were slender. Her eyes trail down to the body of this newcomer. The way the hem on her dress was sewn, oh my. It was immaculate. The ruffles on the top were light and airy, while the skirt was lacy with a tinge of poofiness for just that extra wow factor.

Soraphina didn’t realize she was staring until the girl said, “Oh! I’m sorry, I was exploring.”

What an angelic voice. Soraphina hides her grimace.

“No,” Soraphina began, flicking her wrist. “I thought you were someone else.”

“Oh!” The girl covered her forthcoming smile with her dainty hands. “It’s no problem at all!”

She beamed a gorgeous smile. It was the type of gorgeous smile that would make even the straightest of girls wonder, Am I gay? She looked at her from head to toe, attempting to get a better idea of this gorgeous, gorgeous girl. Her hair was a light pink, not a pastel pink, but the perfect shade of pink. Not too bright, but not too pale. It was perfect. Soraphina subconsciously touched the top of her head, feeling for any imperfections amongst her lavender roots (which in this moment seemed to be far more many than usual.) Oh, and that dress of hers… Soraphina couldn’t help but eye it again. It looked like the girl had spent years on this dress. She was so young, though, certainly theres no way she made such a perfect dress herself! Clearly she bought it from some boutique that Soraphina was unaware of.

Soraphina’s judgements and admirations are interrupted when the girl introduces herself.

“My name is Nikki.” The beautiful not-more-beautiful-than-Soraphina-girl said.

Soraphina’s face and lips remained stagnant.

“Um,” Nikki put a finger to her plush, rosy lips.

Soraphina blinked erratically for a second, trying to make sense of this weird, unknown feeling that was brewing up inside her. It was always Soraphina who introduced herself to others. It was always Soraphina who made people forget what they were about to say next. It was always Soraphina who had the confidence. But who is Soraphina without those things? Who is Soraphina in front of Nikki? Well, certainly not just some girl. This is Soraphina! The most popular, fashionable, gorgeous girl in this damn universe!

Soraphina cleared her throat (cutely) before speaking. “I’m Soraphina.” She bent her knees while slightly holding out the sides of her tiny skirt.

Nikki’s smile reappeared. Gosh, how nice was it to see that smile again! “Well, it is so nice to meet you, Soraphina!” She copied Soraphina’s curtsey

Bleh! What terrible form, Soraphina thought as she examined the bend of Nikki’s knees, trying to catch a glimpse of any skin that may show. She shook her head at her wild thoughts. Just as bad as a man!

“Oh, you, too!” Soraphina perked up, forcing a smile. A smile much bigger and prettier than hers. She wanted to get away from this girl, to completely forget that she existed, but there was one question that needed to be answered.

“So, are you just visiting?” As soon as she asked Nikki, she winced at her own stupid question. Of course she’s ‘not just visiting’. Anyone with fashion talent like that is here to stay…

“Well, not exactly…” Nikki began. Not exactly? What does that even mean? This girl must be stupid. Soraphina’s judgemental thoughts are broken when Nikki finds the right words to say. “I originally wasn’t planning on coming here at all,” Nikki averted her gaze, a sheepish smile on her face. She let out a light laugh before continuing. “But, plans change! I think I’ll be staying here a while, but not forever!”

She lightly nodded her head at Nikki. Good, maybe I can get her to leave before she’s totally implemented herself here.

Soraphina’s Pear-Pal buzzed. She picked it up. Exactly 1:00. She’s late to her class.

“Ah, so sorry! That’s my cue.” Soraphina said.

Nikki looked around, trying to find the source of the buzzing. Well, at least Soraphina still had her intelligence over Nikki’s… “Oh, of course! Well, see you around!” Nikki waved.

Soraphina waved back. Before she turned around to head off, she couldn’t help but take one last good look at her. Not only was her dress something that deserved to be marveled at, but, her face…. Her hands… the shape of her eyes. This girl was really pretty. Certainly she’s had many guys run after her in pursuit of love. Probably many girls, too. There was no denying she was going to catch the attention of the locals here. She’s already caught Soraphina’s, for goodness sake; but, why?! Sure, she’s pretty, but Soraphina is GORGEOUS! She heard that word so many times a day directed at her! She let out a sigh. What is it she’s feeling? Is this what jealousy is? Certainly not, no… The way she felt when she locked eyes with Nikki was only akin to when she met Giovanni for the first time… But she’s not jealous of Giovanni!

She put her hand on top of her other, and caressed it gently. Whatever. It’s time for class. She walked slowly through the halls, Nikki’s face appearing and reappearing in her mind a dozen times over. There was no dancing or graceful skips today, only slow movements and overthinking. She tried to think about what kind of project she’ll make for her next stylist class, but the only inspiration that came to her mind was the way that dress hugged Nikki’s body. No, no, certainly it was only the dress that caught Soraphina’s attention… Right?

She exited the Stylists Guild and walked down its regal steps. The sun glistened on her magnificent top, its diamonds reflecting a rainbow trail on any eye that got caught in its radiant beauty. She held her head high, as she always did, as she walked across Florawish. Her arms swayed behind her as she was taught to do in modeling class, and her back was completely erect. Her off-white Mary Janes clicked against the cobblestone flooring, and for a second, as the sun warmed her skin, Soraphina forgot all about whats-her-name.

That is until she noticed something off. Her walk to her first class was usual, except for one teeny, tiny little thing. Truly it was no cause for concern. Not for Soraphina, though.

No one was saying ‘hello’ to her!

Not a single soul.

No one was stopping her, giving her a touch on the shoulder, asking her about her morning, how she is, how mom and dad are, nothing. Instead, everyone was acting like the world didn’t revolve around Soraphina. She stopped in her tracks only a hundred feet from the wishtree. She looked over the square, trying to find what thread was out of place, to find the cause for this mixup. How peculiar: once she was the one everyone observed, now she was the one observing everyone else! And then something familiar caught her eye.

Wait. Is that… No way!

Nikki.

Ugh!

Seeing Nikki was enough to send Soraphina into cardiac arrest, but what she saw afterward was enough to send her soul straight to the high Heavens.

Bebe was entertaining Nikki.

Bebe was another close friend to Soraphina. They grew up with each other, afterall. She wasn’t as close to Bebe as she was to Dada, though, since Bebe was a few years younger than her sister. She was another amazing stylist, but the one thing that she was really talented with was her camera. She brought that thing everywhere with her. She was so good at it, that she was the photographer for the Stylist Guild Magazine. Bebe knew how to capture a pretty dress, and she knew how to angle a pretty dress into an extravagant one. The amount of times Soraphina was the cover for the magazine had been lost, and it was all thanks to her beautiful dresses and Bebe’s wonderful composition.

Bebe had her camera out as usual. Her eyes were wide and full of excitement as she spoke to Nikki. Soraphina, being the weirdo that she is, absolutely needed to know what Bebe was so happy about in the presence of that pink haired lady. She crept around the Wishtree to get a better idea of what they were talking about.

“Yeah, so, if I could get your picture so we can get it into the magazine, that’d be sweet!” Bebe beamed. Soraphina’s mouth was agape. It was rare to see Bebe with so much praise and excitement.

“Wow, of course!” Nikki put her dainty little hand over her mouth, concealing her beautiful smile.

“Everyone's talking about you. It’s really cool how you were able to defeat those Esselings without a Pear-Pal.”

WHAAAAAAT? WITHOUT a Pear-Pal?! Soraphina is shocked. Utter. Shock. Shellshocked, even. Quick, bring in a doctor, Soraphina feels faint! Her face turned ghost-white. Suddenly her empty stomach became clear to her, and her body began protesting her horrible eating choices. Nausea began to rise as her hands felt like they were 10 degrees colder. Despite this, all Soraphina could think about was how if Bebe put Nikki on the magazine, then she’s going to completely outshine her! No, no, this can’t happen!

“Soraphina, you good?”

Soraphina twitches at the unexpected voice. She turns her head toward them, her vision blurry from the very apparent emptiness that sat in her stomach. Her heart was full, though; full of butterflies.

It’s one of her classmates. One of the boys who fawns after her.

“Soraphina?” He repeats again.

She composed herself, shaking away the tremors. “Yes, yes! Sorry, I was-” She’s interrupted.

“Distracted by that girl?” He glances at Nikki, his lips curling into a sheepish smile. “She’s pretty cool.”

Soraphina’s mouth went agape for the second time. What? What is he on about? Suddenly her pasty white face turns into a blood red - a much worse color than the soft pink that adorns Nikki’s hair. She stared at her classmate, wondering why he even bothered asking her what was wrong in the first place if he just wanted to talk about Nikki! It makes it even worse knowing that he has a huge crush on Soraphina, too. This kid would follow her like a lost puppy everyday last year! Oh, but Nikkiiiiiiiii, she is just sooooooo perfect. Even more perfect than Soraphina. #1 has dropped down to #2. She was no longer in first place.

She didn’t even know what to say to her classmate. She didn’t know what to say to herself. The embarrassment latched onto her like her classmate last year latched onto her; a burden that sat on top of your shoulders, begging for it to just leave. Because, why? Why, why, why was Soraphina feeling so strongly about Nikki?

Stay classy, Soraphina.

She took a deep breath to compose herself. She felt the air release from her chest, feeling lighter. She could still feel the blood swirling around in her cheeks, but her head felt clearer. She looked her classmate in the eyes.

“Mhm, yeah!” She finally replied. “Hey, I’ve gotta get going. See you!”

And without waiting for his response, Soraphina skipped away, just as she did the day before Nikki showed up. Her long legs danced gracefully with each leap and bound, and her skirt ruffled nicely over her thighs. But she couldn’t help herself from stealing one last glance at the new girl. With a quick glance over her shoulders, she saw Nikki taking a selfie with Bebe on her camera. The sun shone perfectly on Nikki’s dress, like the sun’s light was made solely for the jewels that aligned her corset. Her skin appeared to shimmer in the summer’s sunlight, and oh, her smile. It glimmered so bright. It was perfect. She was that girl.

And as Soraphina’s skip went down to a mere walk, she wondered what she could do to help herself to stop feeling this way.

[miralands-resident-conspiracist]

I wonder if Infinity Nikki is going to have any of the other characters. I know it's supposed to be an alternate timeline or a reboot or something, but do you think they might make an appearance?

[d33pwithinmys0ul]

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[10moonymhrivertam]

I have not written in two months plus. Thanks depression. I would like to fight the depression by writing but I don’t know what fandom for. Maybe I’ll start the silly little “cursed knife that thirsts for blood ends up in hands of fast food worker” brought to you by that time I was really glad my knife was kind of dull cuz I was trying to cut a box with the dull edge and use a guiding finger on the sharp 🙃

[miralandafterdark]

A suitable kick-start for this blog

Breeding OUtfit

Someone has to write porn for this game.

Infinity Nikki, Nikki x Giovanni

Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Breeding Kink, Lactation Kink, Breastfeeding, Dubious Consent, Sex Spell, Daddy Kink, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Forced Pregnancy, Mating Cycles/In Heat

Miraland might be new, and with its own problems, but Nikki would absolutely say that she is having so much fun: outfits, collecting, being with her best friend. After everything that happened in the Abandoned District, it’s nice to go back to the easy things. There haven’t been any attacks around here, so she lets Momo wander to the nearest town, standing at the edge of the water as she gets ready to fish. She doesn’t notice as she moves from spot to spot that she gets further away from town, closer and closer to a cave as it gets dark.

“Oh no,” she says to herself, looking around quickly. “I have to head back, just in case Momo can’t find me.” As soon as she speaks it’s like the sky open up, rain absolutely pouring from the sky and driving her into the nearby cave. She’s soaked, her dress ruined as she shivers with cold.

“Hm, what are the odds of this.” Gooseflesh runs up her body at the voice.  She looks around quickly, unable to spot where it’s coming from.

“I-I’m just getting out of the rain.”

“You were,” Giovanni’s voice says, seemingly from everywhere. “Now, you’re here with me.”

“Or I can just leave,” she turns quickly to head outside, but the way is blocked with magic from the outside. She couldn’t purify it even if she tried.

“Stay awhile.” She feels something like tendrils at her ankles, and she screams as she’s yanked backward. Further and further into the cave until she’s seated next to Giovanni at a campfire. He doesn’t even look away from the flame, seemingly unmoved by Nikki’s sudden arrival. “You look cold.”

“You don’t care,” she says carefully, moving her ankle to find her movement back. “You’re just up to something.”

“And if I am?”

“I’m not going to let you get away with it.”

He smiles at her indignation. He raises one hand, snapping his fingers. It’s almost violent, the way the magic swarms over her. She can feel it grab one of her empty ability outfit spots and fill it with dark magic. Her wet clothes slide off in the face of the purple magic, replacing itself with something else.  Sheer and silky crew socks with little bows paired with baby pink kitten heels. Her natural pink hair, but it’s bouncy with volume, falling in loose waves from her head. The dress is soft and flowy in a dusky purple; they hem just barely covered her at the bottom. Two shoulder straps held it up, and each of her boobs were cupped perfectly in the v-neck, the buttons in the front nestled in her cleavage. The second the outfit is finished, she can feel the magic of the new ability flowing along her body. She gasps, one hand going to the hem to try to pull it down as her whole body flushes in embarassment.

He turns to her, eyes roaming over her hungerly. “I wasn’t sure what that would look like, when I made it.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?!”

“Part of the reality of wishes, of dreams, is sometimes they’re dark. _Lustful._ I made a dream outfit for you.” He leans in, ignoring her flinch as a finger runs over her jaw to her neck. “Can you feel it working yet Miss Nikki?”

She can’t help herself, panting slightly as she blushes, tilting up her jaw to give him more access to her throat. She feels hot all over, especially in her boobs and down below, and she can feel herself getting wet. I’m not wearing any underwear. “Working? Working how?”

He licks a stripe up her neck and she bites back a groan. “Are you hot? Do your breasts tingle? Are you wet for me yet?”

His fingers starting sliding up her thigh and she presses her legs together, standing quickly, trying to ignore the way her boobs bounce as she does. “N-no! No! Take this magic back and let me out.”

Giovanni sighs, taking his jacket off as he stands. “Nikki, tomorrow we’ll be enemies again. Tonight, it is dark and raining and cold. We can have a bit of fun. Just the two of us.” He walks over to her, and she doesn’t know why but she can’t stop staring at him. “Don’t you want to have a little bit of fun?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he leans in and kisses her.

His lips are warm but dry, and all she can can do for a moment is stand there. One of his hands grab the back of her head to pull her closer as he slides his tongue in her mouth. Her eyes flutter closes, carefully kissing him back, her hands grabbing the front of his shirt. The moment she gives in is an invitation that he readily accepts. His hands hook under her thighs, hiking her up so her legs are wrapped around his waist. Her blush much permeate her whole face, hyperaware of the wetness of her pussy pressing against the front of his pants. She breaks the kiss to gasp and his mouth dives into her neck instead, sucking a mark low near her shoulder.

“M-maybe you shouldn’t--” He grinds against her and she gasps again. He pushes her until her back is against a wall, trapping her in another kiss.

“Nikki, I want you to guess what this magic does.” He reaches between them, his thumb sliding over her wet folds before circling her clit. “I want us to be on the same page.”

“G-Giovanni! I don’t know, how could I guess that!” She pushes against his chest with both hands, trying to get some relief from the overwhelming heat she can feel pooling in her body. She can’t quite think straight, whining as he starts sucking a large hickey on the corner of her jaw.

“Talk it out, tell me what you’re feeling.” He slides his thumb into her, leaning back to watch her face.

“I feel… hot all over, like a full body blush. I’m wet, g-getting wetter, and my down--”

“Your pussy,” he corrects, slowly adding another finger to watch her whimper.

“My pussy is on fire,” she whines, squirming against him. “And my boobs are hot and they tingle, and they feel so heavy it almost hurts. I don’t know!”

Magic wraps around her, keeping her in the air, her legs pulled up and open as Giovanni steps back. He looks at her, watches her heavy breath. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking the slick off them, his eyes almost rolls back in his head in pleasure. He wants this, so badly. He slips his dick out of his pants, walking back over to fondle her boobs which were definitely bigger than when she walked in.

“I’ll tell you Nikki, just this once.” He sucks at her collarbone again before kissing her, adjusting her hips so she sits on the tip of his dick. “This Nikki, is the Breeding Outfit.” Before she has time to say anything, he pulls her down onto him, taking half of his length with how slick she is. She can’t stop the moan that slips past her lips as her head slightly rolls back, pussy clenching around him.

“Breeding? But I’m not an animal.”

“We are all animals.” He fucks into her again, watching her jiggle. “You’re in heat. You need to be fucked so badly, want to get pregnant so badly that it’s dominating your thoughts. And your tits? Already filling up with milk for me and our child.”

“But I don’t want to be pregnant!” She tries pushing him off again but she has no leverage. She makes a swipe at his face just as she bottoms out, and she sees stars as her hand goes limp.

“Too bad Nikki.” He doesn’t move, just warming his cock until the heat is overwhelming her, until she’s squirming on his dick trying to get friction. He leans forward, undoing the buttons between her cleavage. He keeps going to the buttons underneath each boob--ones she didn’t see before-- pausing only when each one is unrestricted between them. Nikki looks from his hungry face down to her breats, each nipple perky and swollen, almost a little damp. “I was going to wait until I won for this. Now, I can’t wait a moment longer.”

He leans in, locking his lips around her nipple, and sucks. Nikki whimpers in pain, trying to push him off again as he keeps going. It takes a few moment, but then she feels it. Something coming down, pressure being released… He’s milking me. He groans against her breat, other hand starting to massage the other as her milk lets down. It’s almost… soothing, having him suckle at her. There’s some kind of maternal relief to having her milky tits drank from like they should be.

He thrust into her again and she whimpers, one hand bracing against his shoulder as the other arm comes up to cradle his head. An instinct to make sure he’s not knocked loose. She doesn’t know how long they spend, sucking at her tits, fucking her pussy, but she can’t think anymore. All she wants is her tits to be dry, for her pussy to be filled with come, for her to come on his dick and milk him for all he’s worth. She doesn’t even notice the breathy moans that come out of her mouth, or the greedy ones that come out of his.

“Please,” she begs, trying to grind down on his thrust. “Please Giovanni let me have it. Let me have that come, please please let me have it.” Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling at it, and he growls as he starts pounding her hard. She screams as one of her tits finally empties, his mouth immediately switching to the other full one. Nikki is crying, when did she start crying. “Please daddy, fill me up. All the milk is for yo, but I want it some for the baby. Please give me a baby daddy, please please PLEASE!”

He comes hard, holding her hips to his as she comes to. She can feel herself milking the come out of him, trying to get as much of it up to her fertile womb as she can. She doesn’t notice the magic fail as she wraps her legs around him, hands cradling his face as he keeps drinking from her breast. “Don’t worry daddy, I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

[mysumeow]

ᯓ★ KINKTOBER DAY 6: OVERSTIMULATION

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Afab body reader, overstimulation (receiving), unprotected piv, handholding omg officer this fic right here /j

ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: When you simp so hard...it actually gets you were you want?

ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 2.4k

ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: doneeee with my pending kinktober posts omgggg i thought i could use the whole week to procrastinate my days only playing infinity nikki and but then some stuff came up and ive barely been at home T_T but i really wanted to check this off my list before i lost the inspiration ueueueueue

. . . KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | TWST MASTERLIST

“Ace—“

“Oh, boy. I know where this is going.”

“Did you see Malleus’s—”

“I did, and I don’t want to hear you gush about it.”

“His radiance is unfair, but I’m not even mad about it. And that ponytail? He should wear his hair like that more often, he looks so—”

Fed up with your yapping, Ace forced a spoonful of his lunch into your mouth. “Thank the great seven that the cafeteria's so noisy no one heard anything. I would’ve run away and pretended I didn’t know you.”

You didn’t even bother chewing before you swallowed the lump of food down your throat to continue. “Don’t even let me get started on what I would do if I got my hands in his ponytail.”

Ace groaned in annoyance and opened his mouth to cut you off before you got started, but his face paled when his eyes landed on someone behind you that heard you talk about his liege like that.

“Human! Such unbecoming thoughts…!” was none other than Sebek. Had he not gripped his lunch tray hard enough, it would’ve clattered to the floor. Curse the fae part of his blood that gave him better hearing.

If Sebek was around, then Malleus too…

Was this the end of the renowned Ramshackle prefect? Was this the way your journey into this unknown wonderland would finish? If you were lucky enough, dying was the way to return home…

“Sebek, it’s not polite to interrupt someone’s conversation,” Malleus reprimanded him. “Let’s continue in our way. We’re in the middle of the entrance.”

“Yes, my liege.” Sebek’s infuriated expression calmed down, and he followed him.

“I thought you were a goner!” Ace couldn’t help but laugh, his hands on his tummy.

“Do you think he heard? I don’t think I’ll be able to speak to him ever again.” meanwhile, you hid your face behind your palms.

“That’s what you get for subjecting me to your lovesick babble.” Ace poked your side. “If it serves to console you, he didn’t seem angry. Then again, who knows what a prince is thinking.”

“Maybe I should go apologize.”

“Errh, it’s best not to bring up the topic again, in case he didn’t hear you. Maybe he was thinking of something else and didn’t notice it.” He shrugged and went back to eating his lunch before it got cold. “Do whatever will allow you to sleep better tonight.”

After this, sleeping tonight wasn’t something you were going to be doing much, that’s for certain.

You found yourself at the door of his club before you could decide whether confronting it was a good idea or not. You were just going to say hi and probe his reactions to decipher if he was mad or not. If there was any crackling of lightning happening, you knew that was your cue to run away…

“Prefect.”

Your hand stopped just before you could knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Your hand sweated while you turned the knob and stepped in with caution. You expected a rapid flash of lightning to strike you down the moment you stepped into the empty classroom; instead, Malleus had his hands occupied with stone sculpting tools. His movements ceased when his eyes found yours.

“Come closer. You won’t be able to hear me at that distance.”

You made it inside without being turned into a pile of ash. That was a good start.

“I doubt I’ll have any more visitors other than you this afternoon,” he surveyed you for a second. “You appear to be uneasy. Did something happen?”

“No,” you were quick to deflect. “Uh, you said something about having visitors now?”

“Well, of course. I placed an announcement about a gargoyle tour for today, but, as usual, there’s a lack of invitees. Other than you, that is.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t come here for that—besides, the tour could be interesting. You weren’t against the idea of dipping your toes into the history of gargoyles.

He must’ve noticed your contemplative expression, as he continued with a: “Or did you show up with other intentions?”

“I came here for the tour!” you blurted out. “I’ve always wondered what your club was like, and since you’re knowledgeable about gargoyles, I would like to listen more about them.”

“I appreciate your enthusiasm. Well then, let us begin.”

By the time the tour ended, your worries had gone to the back of your mind, as you were immersed in the eloquent manner Malleus carried his words and shared his vast knowledge in gargoyles.

“I didn’t know there was a difference between a gargoyle and a grotesque. Being honest, they looked pretty much the same to me.”

“Correct, don’t confound the two. Gargoyles are a lot more than mere decoration. Good to know the tour has served as a new acquisition of knowledge for you.”

“I don’t get why people don’t visit your club more often. You’re great at explaining stuff, and I didn’t know gargoyles had this much history behind them. If it were Trein trying to explain this to me in the slow voice he uses during lectures, I wouldn’t have retained half of what I just learned.”

“I agree. The world should appreciate gargoyles more. Now, I’ll hold a pop quiz for you.”

“Oh—”

“It’s in your interest to say the correct answer, or this will be the last time you see me in this hairstyle.”

“Huh?!”

As your thoughts reeled into the implications of his declaration, Malleus threw the first question.

“What does this particular gargoyle represent?”

“A-Ah, that one! The power of metamorphosis, right? The ability to transcend beyond mortal limitations to higher realms of consciousness...something like that.” You were 99% sure that was what Malleus said earlier.

“Why are gargoyle’s expressions, which are commonly regarded as terrifying, like that?”

That was an easier one. “To ward off evil spirits and protect the people.”

“Right answer, although too simple. It also serves as a reminder that actions have consequences,” the way his lips curved with a taunting smile made you think that he did hear you in the cafeteria after all. “Last question: Why do some gargoyles have wings while others don’t?”

This one took longer for you to come up with an answer. You had a faint memory of him explaining it, but it was brief.

“Was it because they’re located in higher to protect places like towers?”

“Interesting observation. They don’t always represent ubication, however. Wings could represent divinity. A lack of wings meant terrestrial creatures.”

“…Did I fail the pop quiz?”

“Even though you could’ve done better, your score is acceptable,” the corners of his mouth quirked up with a barely held back amused smile. “Anything else you’d like to add?”

“I’m sorry for what happened during lunch.”

“Humans are skillful when it comes to deflecting from the truth, even when one’s inquiries are direct. I must admit, I welcome your honest opinion about my hairstyle today. Even if delivered in such an immodest fashion.”

“Did Lilia suggest the change in hairstyle?”

“He did.”

“He’s got a keen eye for this, then,” you nodded. “I… think it suits you. It’s a fresh look on you, which doesn’t take away your princely charms.”

“Princely charms…?” he placed a hand on his chin, in thought.

“I—”

“You sure know how to get in someone’s good graces.” He chuckled. “You’re welcome to thread your fingers into my hair. Just do not dishevel it too much, or I can’t promise what could happen to you if you do.”

Despite his ominous threat, Malleus leaned down to allow you better access to his head. With how close he was, a rush of ardor made you giddy, but you remained calm. You stretched your arm to caress the lush locks, your fingers threading into them. Cautious. His hair was well taken care of, the brush of the strands like silk against your skin.

“Last time anyone dared to caress my head that way was Lilia when I was still a child,” Malleus reminisced in a hushed tone. “Back then, I thought it was patronizing, to an extent. I don’t feel it that way now, however. How peculiar.

Malleus could be rather elusive at times, and, depending on what he would say, you weren’t sure you had understood him right. Yet, on this occasion, he wasn’t against your touches. That’s what you understood.

While in your thoughts, your fingers wandered close to an uncharted zone: the base of his horns.

By the time you noticed, it was late. Malleus raised his head to look at you, the change in his eyes evident.

If not for the pinkish flush taking hold of his cheeks, you would’ve thought you did something you shouldn’t have.

“You may proceed. I don’t…dislike the feeling,” he said, not moving away. If anything, he tilted his head closer to your hand. His throat emitted a low vibration, which you soon discovered was similar to a purr. Dragon fae could do that?

Your hands pressed against his chest when you felt him inch you towards a nearby desk, tools for carving forgotten near its edge.

“It appears that you aren’t aware of it, but my kind doesn’t lower their head to allow just anyone to touch their horns. They’re personal,” His slit pupils stared into yours, unwavering. “Why did you stop your hand? Do you not accept my advancements?”

You felt your mouth go dry with his towering presence. How he caged you in with his bigger figure, looming over you. “I do accept them!” you blurted out.

After you spoke, Malleus’s thumb caressed your lower lip, and his attention shifted there. Mere seconds after, his eyes closed as he leaned in, the message of what was about to happen clear enough. With your quickened heart, you reciprocated the oncoming affection.

It was unfair. Silky hair and soft lips unlike anything you’ve touched before. Typical of a dragon, Malleus soon grew impatient and greedy. Regardless of inexperience, the fervor in his heart made up for it. His fangs were in the way, numerous times threatening to break through your skin despite his efforts to keep the kiss prudent. You were addicted to the feeling of them creating subtle punctures, however.

His hand slithered behind your back to keep you upright; the space between your bodies became none. There was an obvious hardness concealed behind his pants that pushed and grinded against your body. The friction ignited pleasure. You lacked the constraint to avoid grinding against it, the pleasure straight to your clit.

“Does that feel good?”

You nodded, out of breath.

Malleus grabbed your legs and placed them around his hips; the push of his body into yours was stronger now. He moved in tandem with your grinding, the surge in pleasure hooking you to a nonstop movement. Your arms shot to wrap around his shoulders, bringing him closer. His lips and teeth sought your neck to litter it with his own marks. The noise of the desk’s leg creaking against the floor faded to the background; you were close to coming.

His lips engulfed yours, your moan of his name swallowed by him.

In the meantime, you caught your breath and undid the purple belt around his body.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” He watched you struggle to undress him, the waves of your orgasm still fresh.

“I need you,” you admitted, finally pushing the coat off his shoulders.

“Glad to oblige.”

He finished the work and nudged your legs open to stand in between them. Thick and long—specially long—his dick was erect with a hefty amount of precum on its head. The size might be a little intimidating, but given how wet you were, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Malleus enclosed you, keeping his arms rigid to prop himself on top of your torso; his ponytail cascaded down his shoulder. You were tempted to reach out and brush your fingers in it. Maybe on another occasion.

A hand went to yours to hold it, which caused you to dart a glance at him, in question. His hand engulfed yours to near completion; if the difference in size wasn’t evident enough from height, this consolidated it. Meanwhile you marveled, Malleus jutted until it was inside of you, pushing your walls to accommodate him. It was no laughing matter—his cock prodded into the deepest part of your cunt, and yet, a couple of inches remained outside.

Malleus squeezed your hand with reassurance, taking note of your breathless state.

Backing down wasn’t an option for you. You needed him. Even if the stretch tiptoed close to pain, this—you wanted it. Even if the buzz from your previous orgasm still thrummed in your body and your clit was tender, you hugged his frame with your legs and offered the final push that remained to take him in until the base. At your encouragement, Malleus huffed from the surge in pleasure, eyes closed to embrace the feeling.

You canted your hips upwards to meet his thrusts; the creaking of the desk’s leg restarted its noise. Malleus gripped your hand with more fervor, lost in pleasure and forgetting about it. In turn, you gave his a firm squeeze. His chest heaved with deep breaths, a low groan making its way out every couple of seconds. He lowered until your chests were squeezed together, the hand that held your hip snaking to the back and grasping your shoulder to impel you harder. The rhythmic onslaught kindled your libido. One step away from the climax.

You came undone beneath him a second time; he didn’t stand a chance with how your pussy clamped down around him. His lips parted with a silent gasp as he came too, viscous cum pumped inside and coating your walls.

“Mal—” Your voice came at a higher pitch than you’re used to. He already came, but his thrusts haven’t stopped. They were slow and deliberate, not allowing a single drop to slip away from your cunt.

He dipped his head to kiss you, his lips encased yours. Albeit less frenetic, it wasn’t any less loving.  Just now, you remember your intertwined hands.

“I’m sorry,” you had dug your nails quite fervently. “I didn’t notice.”

“How do you plan on making it up to me?” 

“Ah…”

“Next time, when you harbor thoughts of such forward nature, I’d appreciate it more if you cofessed them to me only.”

[melvika]

I need the tea on the ATLA AU you referenced in the tags. Sevika as an earth and metal bender......hmm. Maybe Mel could be a metal bender too. But she gives water or fire energy too. Hmm.

so i’ve actually already done a lot of brainstorming for this because atla and arcane are my favorite western animation series. also currently commissioning the goat @g-vlssz for what i’ve had in mind 🥰♥️

but yea, i think mel is absolutely a firebender avatar. the entire medarda family are firebenders and sevika is an earthbender who can also metalbend. lowkey wanna headcanon her as a lavabender too while i’m at it 🤫

i have several melvika fics in the works including the atla au but idk when i’ll actually finish it because i’ve been obsessed with playing infinity nikki over my winter break and catching up with old friends/family while also preparing myself for the new year 😅

regardless, please enjoy this side by side comparison i used for visualizing my mel avatar truthing because this pic reminded me of aang 🫡

[hikidoll]

૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა 𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ! 18, she/her, chronically online final boss

hai, i'm hiki! :3 i like to write fics/hcs occasionally when my hyper-fixations take over my frontal cortex! but most of the time you'll see me shitposting, yapping, or reblogging things that make my brain feel nice.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ 𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬 pink things, sweets, mac n cheese, kitty cats, niche internet topics, gothic metal, vocaloid, jpop, kpop, sanrio, j-fashion (fairy kei, hime gyaru, visual kei), women, fictional men, video games, shojo anime, and anything cute or girly! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ 𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 jujutsu kaisen, fairytail, haikyuu, my hero academia, attack on titan, arcane/league of legends, infinity nikki, needy streamer overload, danganronpa (sigh..)

♡ 𝐃𝐍𝐈 : ageless blog? blocked. ed blog? blocked.

[skadoodle-with-extra-ification]

Thank you so much for the tag @thunderez!

Last song 🎧: Proof of a Hero (Sunbreak Version) from Monster Hunter Rise/Sunbreak

Favorite Color 🎨 : pink!! (also yellow and red)

Last Book 📕: still in the middle of The Silmarillion lol

Last Movie 🍿: just finished watching Haikyuu!! The Dumpster Battle earlier today

Last TV show 📺 : haikyuu!!, i guess?

Sweet/Spicy/flavory 🍔 : i have the mother of all sweet tooths omfg

Current obsession 🌀 : hermitcraft/life series has me in a chokehold o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Last thing I searched 🔎 : I couldn't figure out what the glitter bubbles in infinity nikki are for (because i suck at leveling up my stuff but whatever) and i wanted to find out

Looking forward to 👀 : MONSTER HUNTER WILDS RELEASES ON FEB 28 BABYYYY (im gonna disappear for a month i swear)

NPT 💖 : @brainrotranch @watcheraurora @infernafiresword

10 people i'd like to know better

tagged by @ladysqueakinpip

Last song 🎧: from the start by Laufey

Favorite Color 🎨 : blue! special mention to pink and purple

Last Book 📕: piranesi by susanna clarke

Last Movie 🍿: finally got to watch the boy and the heron by hayao miyazaki

Last TV show 📺 : amc’s the terror (2018)

Sweet/Spicy/flavory 🍔 : sweet 💕

Current obsession 🌀 : ssss, my ocs, fairy tales

Last thing I searched 🔎 : "valentine's day colors"

Looking forward to 👀 : murder mystery ttrpg sessions to start again 🦌🍷

10 peeps to tag and/or get to know better: @starrtoon @skynecraft @kazeharuhime @x-i-l-verify uhhhh that’s all i can think of

[amyisherenowitsokay]

Peak self-care is listening to your own fic with Safari’s page-reader in your headphones, playing Infinity Nikki, with gingerbread tea, and your feet in a foot massager.

[cockroachparty]

when the comment on your fic on ao3 is so good you keep going back to it and reading it over and over

[hannah-heartstrings]

Get to Know You / Catch Up Tag

Tagged by: @druidx

Tagging: @ff2-soda-pop @mageofcolors @babyblueetbaemonster @thequeenofthewinter

I don't do these very often 'cause my answers don't change much or I feel like they're boring but here goes.

Currently reading: I'm not 😅

Last song I listened to: It's Christmas Time by Music Travel Love, it's got the right vibes for the fic I've been working on

Last series: I don't remember, it's been so long

Last movie: I don't remember this either

Currently watching: I'm not watching any shows, but I have been watching my mom play Infinity Nikki

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy?: Here lately I keep wanting sweet, but my stomach can't actually handle much sweet, I think I just like the aesthetic of eating cookies XD

I'm currently enjoying some tolerably sweet cherry yogurt though

Relationship status: Happily married to my singleness 😌

Favorite color: 💞🩷🌸🍨🌸💕💘

(Pink for anyone who can't see emojis)

Current obsession: Thiefguard still, also winter and Christmas aesthetics, and sometimes Infinity Nikki but other times I get distracted by it for too long and feel tired of it

Tea or Coffee: My caffeine of choice for the last few years has been Ocean Spray's cranberry and pomegranate Cran Energy, it has some green tea in it so I think it counts here? I usually just drink water though

Last Thing I Googled: If the Dorothy Gale looking dress in Infinity Nikki is limited time, it is, which means it'll probably be gone by the time I get around to playing the game myself, but oh well, I was planning on avoiding the gatcha store anyway I just saw my first hyperfixation and got weak XD

[psycheprincess]

I’m thinking about trying to write a fic concept I abandoned ages ago (pre-Odile)

It’s a Riddle-centered story set after Something Bad Happens To Him at the end of the school year, and he’s staying on campus with the other Heartslabyul characters over Summer break. The thing is? Ace and Deuce became co-Housewardens just before the fic starts.

It’d be an eight or nine chapter long fic, with each dorm’s cast visiting in each chapter and a reveal of what the Something Bad is in one of them.

The Something Bad is meant to be traumatic but it won’t cross any of my lines (no character bastardizations and keeps a T rating at worst, with content warnings in a drop down on the chapter in question) but it would be heavy.

My only issues with writing it is that I’m still working on Epel the First and also I’ve been playing Infinity Nikki all the time lol

[quality-dinosaur-egg]

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Hewwo! Here's a quick introduction to my blog. ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

This is my main blog and it's a sfw blog. I mostly post things related to age regression here.

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I have other blogs too!

@ciel-does-things = I post stuff when I am big in here.

@fortunately-cool-penguin = This is where I post about fics and stuff.

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Anyway, here's more about me.

🔵 Name: Ciel.

🟢 Big age: 20's.

🟤 Little age: Depends.

⚫ Hobby: I like playing games most of the time but I also try to read and draw more now.

🕹 Game: Genshin Impact and Infinity Nikki. I also play other games but I am more active in those two games.

🖍 Fandom: I'm in so many fandoms, I can't even keep up lol.

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[d33pwithinmys0ul]

Intro & Fic Masterpost!

Hi, feel free to refer to me as Lyric. I use she/her, I'm 21, I write fanfic, and I'm currently open to requests/prompts for writing inspo and fanfic trades for other fic or art! Specific AU's have their own tags below. My Jane Austen side blog is @aust3nland

dni minors due to my 18+ content. dni racists homophobes transphobes zionists trump supporters etc

fanfic progress posts are under #lyricupdates!whiny complaint posts (usually about college) are under #lyricsuffers, nsfw content tagged under #smut #18+ mdni

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fic masterlists:

Infinity Nikki & misc. WLW fanfic

Attack On Titan

Rick and Morty (Rick Sanchez x Reader)

art trades:

my OC Delta (u137verse)

Jean & Eren (2 Shingeki 2 Kyojin)

[bohnerrific69]

i'm so sorry for being a lil inactive guys :(

i'm feeling tired and very unmotivated, so these last few days i've been playing infinity nikki and slowly writing some fics!