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[starmaidengarden]

hii ᡣ꒰ᵔ · · ᵔ꒱ྀི !

i know you've done something similar with the first years on " lipstick stained kisses, " so i was wondering if it'd be possible to do the same with the housewardens ??

if you'd like to change it up from the last prompt, you could specifically have it as " using them to try out different shades " trend, but anything you come up with will work ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و !!

— housewardens x gn!reader : established relationship : reader wear and trying on lipsticks : slight suggestive content : dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: HAI!! thanks for requsting!! I was so mix on doing "Kiss Stain Face" for them but using them to try out shades sounded much more fun!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) anyways I hope ypu enjoy it!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

You’re seated across from him, a neat row of lipsticks laid out like test samples. Most are shades of red—crimson, rose, wine—each one carefully capped. He picks one up, examining it as his eyes flit between the tubes and your face. “I don’t understand why the shade matters if the formulation is identical,” he says stiffly. You smile. “That’s why we’re testing.”

His gaze shifts to the lipstick tube you have chosen—deep red, elegant, classic. “That color is… rather bold,” he remarks, attempting to sound composed. You lean closer, tilting his chin gently upward. He stiffens, his breath hitching the moment your lips touch his cheek.

Riddle watches your reflection in the mirror with intense focus, as if committing every movement to memory. When you’re finished, you smile and ask, “What do you think?” The color blooms against his pale skin. Riddle touches it, his eyes widening. “It… transferred,” you giggle, leaning over to grab the next tube.

The next shade is a soft rose-red with hints of pink. This time, your lips brush against his. Riddle makes the tiniest startled sound, eyes wide, before instinctively kissing you back, hesitant and unsure. He pulls back sharply, covering his mouth with a hand. “I—this is highly improper—!” But when you reach for the next lipstick, he doesn’t stop you.

By the time you’re done, his face is dotted with soft red imprints, your lips slightly stained from reapplying, and Riddle is utterly undone—his tie crooked, breathing uneven, utterly failing to regain his composure.

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Leona doesn’t even open his eyes when you tell him you want to try lipstick shades on him. “Fine, do whatever,” he mumbles. You straddle the arm of the couch beside him, lifting his chin to see his face properly. You begin with a warm nude shade, something subtle.

As you apply it carefully, Leona watches you with a knowing smirk. “Smells sweet,” he says lazily. “You done yet?” Instead of answering, you kiss his jaw. He hums—low and amused—while his hand automatically moves to your waist, pulling you closer. When you pull back, the lipstick is smeared across his jaw, leaving a matching mark on your lips.

Next, you try a burnt orange shade, followed by a soft nude. Leona doesn’t care about the colors themselves; he enjoys the excuse to kiss you. Each “test” ends with another kiss, slower each time, until lipstick marks scatter across his jaw, cheeks, and neck, like proof of a crime he has no intention of denying.

Finally, you switch to a darker caramel shade. This time, you kiss the corner of his mouth. Leona hums again, low and lazy, a sound that vibrates through you. When you pull back, there’s a faint mark left behind. His hand comes up to rest against the back of your head, pulling you into a true kiss.

The kiss lingers just long enough for the lipstick to smear across his mouth and onto the corner of yours. He pulls back and murmurs, “You know,” brushing his thumb over a smudge on your lip, “you’re making a mess, but you don’t seem to mind.” Then he kisses you again—longer this time—completely unbothered by the growing chaos of color on his skin.

He looks like he lost a fight with a makeup counter.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

Azul tells himself that he only agreed to this because it’s a “valuable social experiment.” That's his excuse, anyway. He sits stiffly in his office, with his jacket perfectly laid over the back of his chair, hands folded as if he were awaiting a business negotiation—rather than you uncapping lipstick tubes in front of him.

“…You’re certain this won’t stain?” he asks, adjusting his glasses. You smile, reassuring him, “Positive. Besides, it’s just for fun.”

You start with something gentle—soft, rose-pink. Azul relaxes a fraction when you say it’s subtle and barely noticeable. But when you lean in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, Azul freezes. The warmth lingers longer than he expected. He reaches up and touches the faint lipstick mark with his gloved finger.

Next comes coral—bright and lively. Azul raises a brow. “That color seems… bold.” When you kiss him this time, he’s less startled. He even leans in a little, though he definitely doesn’t realize he’s doing it. The next shade is mauve, followed by berry. Each time, you kiss him in a different spot—cheeks, jaw, lips—and each time, his composure cracks a little more. By the time you try a glossy red, his glasses are fogged, and his tie is loosened.

You kiss him again anyway. This time, he kisses back—awkward at first, then surprisingly eager. The gloss smears, leaving both your lips shiny and stained. He pulls back, breathing fast, his face completely red. “…I think,” he says carefully, “that shade is far too effective.” But he doesn’t tell you to stop. Instead, he leans in just a little, waiting for the next color—and the next kiss.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

Kalim treats the whole thing like a game from the very start. Sitting together in Scarabia’s common room, sunlight pouring in through the tall windows, Tubes of lipstick in every color—rose, coral, berry, deep red—are lined up. Kalim’s eyes light up immediately. "Whoa! " What's all this for?" he asks, already leaning closer, curiosity buzzing through him like static.

The first shade is a soft pink. When the kiss lands on his cheek, it’s quick and sweet—Kalim laughs, the sound warm and bright. When you pull back, he touches his cheek, startled, then grins when he realizes there’s color smeared. “Oh! I like that one, it's pretty!”

Next, you tried a soft coral. He sits perfectly still, hands folded on his lap like he’s being painted for a portrait, eyes sparkling with excitement. When you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his other cheek, he lets out a little laugh. A deeper red pressed to his lips makes him blink in surprise, cheeks flushing immediately. “Whoa… that one’s really bold,” he says, then beams. “But if you like it, I like it!”

By the end, Kalim’s face, jaw, and lips are a mess of colors and joy. He doesn’t care how silly he looks—he just leans in again and again, every kiss feels like shared laughter. “This was the best idea ever,” he says softly. “We should do it again sometime. With even more colors!” A while later Jamil walks in, stops, and stares. “…What happened to you?” Kalim proudly gestures. “I’m helping!!”

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Vil takes this very seriously. He sits on the edge of his vanity chair. Warm lights frame his reflection; the mirror is crowded with brushes, bottles, and carefully arranged cosmetics. You stand beside him, fingers sifting through the small pouch of lipsticks resting on the table.

“Be honest,” he says, looking at you in the mirror. “If this messes up my skincare routine, I will complain.” You grin. “You’ll survive.” You pull out the first tube—a soft rose shade. Vil lifts his chin without hesitation. The first kiss is gentle and careful. You press your lips to his cheek, leaving color behind. When you pull away, a faint rose tint appears on his skin. Vil leans closer to the mirror and says, “…Hm.” “It’s acceptable,” he adds after a moment. “A beautiful color.” He turns his head slightly and offers the other cheek. “Again. From another angle.”

bold colors that leave striking impressions. Then you use softer peaches that warm his complexion, followed by a rich wine shade that stains his lips. Vil critiques every single one. “This sharpens my features.” “That dulls my undertones.” “…That one is dangerous,” he adds, eyes narrowing slightly. “I look too good.”

You laugh, unable to help it. Then he turns fully toward you, hands resting on your waist. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he sighs, resigned, but a fond smile appears as he reaches for makeup remover. “Honestly. At this rate, I’ll need to redo my entire face.”

I'm sorry, Vil fans, I did not serve him justice.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Idia is already stressed when you bring out the lipstick. “Why do you have that?” he mutters, hunched on his bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. You sit beside him. “Relax. I’m not putting it on you.” He squints. “…You’re definitely putting it on me.” You shrug your shoulders, “Just a little. But it's just an experiment.”

You lean in and kiss him. Soft. Careful. Sweet. Idia short-circuits instantly. When you pull back, there’s a soft pink mark stamped right on his cheek. “…Oh,” you murmur. “That’s cute.” Idia lets out a strangled noise. “C-CUTE?!” His hand flies up, hovering uselessly over the mark like he’s afraid touching it will make it worse. His face is completely red now, his ears burning. “T-That’s gonna stain, right??

You kiss his jaw this time. Idia whines. “You can’t just—do that—like it’s normal—!” His voice cracks, and he looks at you with wide, flustered eyes. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days, you know that??” You swap shades—a deeper berry tone. The mark is darker, more dramatic, dangerously close to his lips.

“…I look ridiculous, don’t I,” he mutters, staring at the floor. You laughed, cradling his face gently, thumbs brushing warm skin. You kiss him properly this time. The lipstick smudges—on him, on you, everywhere—and Idia melts, hands trembling as they finally grip your sleeves like he needs something solid to hold onto. When you pull away, he’s breathing hard, lips pinkened, face marked with mismatched kisses.

Idia’s voice is barely audible. “…If this is testing, then, um… how many more do you need to test?” You smiled. “All of them.” He lets out a weak laugh, pressing his head into your shoulder. “…I’m doomed.”

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Malleus is open to anything you suggest and curious at that. Standing between his knees, you sift through a small bag of lipsticks, and after a moment, he speaks up. “…May I ask,” he inquires slowly, his emerald eyes shifting from the various shades to your delighted expression, “what kind of experiment I’m about to partake in?”

You grin. “Relax, Malleus. I just got new lipstick shades,” you say cheerfully. “And you have the perfect face for testing.” You pop one open, a deep wine red, and start to apply it. Malleus watches the motion with quiet fascination—the twist of the tube, the faint scent of roses, and something sweet.

You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. When you pull away, a soft rose mark lingers against his pale skin, vivid and unmistakable. Malleus lifts a gloved hand toward his face, but stops just short of touching it. “…Is that all?” “For the first one,” you say with a smile, already reaching for another tube.

This shade is softer—a dusty rose, muted and warm. You tilt his chin gently between your fingers this time, guiding his face, and you press a kiss closer to his jaw. Malleus’s hands moved, settling at your waist with reverent care, as if afraid you might vanish. When you pulled back, he looked ravaged; lipstick covered his face. Half-lidded eyes, Lips parted.

The final shade was dark plum. When you kissed him this time, Malleus didn’t let you pull away so easily. He kissed you deeper, slower, as though savoring the moment, your breath mingling with his. When you finally parted, the mark was rich and striking. Malleus gazed at you with unmistakable warmth. “I believe this one suits me best.”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ @iatetoomuchchoco @silverargentu @jellyfishcat3 @annicishana @yukifvss @mhiriverse-blog @deceitful-fl0wer @dreaminchuchu19 @rikkaayoo @currapted1glitch0 @alchemicalalchemist @riddlemethisxoxo @rubyumii @sleepilli

[starmaidengarden]

Can I pretty pretty please req cuddle hcs for Riddle, Cater, Ace, Deuce, Epel, Idia and Malleus! I crave the tooth rotting fluff :)

— riddle, cater, ace, deuce, epel, idia, malleus : x gn!reader : established relationship : dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: HAI!! thanks so much for requesting I been wanting tooth rotting requests for so long but anyways I hope you enjoy it!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

definitely touched starved. He didn’t really know how to react at first. He would stiffen up, and his hands folded politely, like he was afraid he’d make you uncomfortable.

When he asks for cuddles, he’s quite shy about it. At the beginning of the relationship, he preferred structured cuddling—like sitting side by side on a couch, with your shoulders barely touching and a blanket folded over both of you.

Eventually, he loosens up, especially late at night when he's drained and his body is exhausted. He absolutely melts if you play with his hair; he pretends it’s distracting but leans closer every time. touched starved fr

He loves it when you rest your head against his shoulder while he reads. Although he tries to focus on the book, he often hasn't turned the page in ten minutes.

Cater Diamond ༉⋆｡˚

Cater is a very touchy, cuddly person—throwing arms around you, pulls you into his lap, drapes himself over you like it’s second nature. Cater is always down for cuddle sessions. He’ll flop down beside you dramatically, complaining about being tired, and somehow you’re suddenly trapped under his arm.

Definitely a side-by-side cuddler, legs tangled, your head on his shoulder while he scrolls or shows you memes. He also loves lying with his head on your stomach or chest, arms loosely around your waist.

When he’s stressed or feeling lonely, he gets clingier than usual—resting his head on your shoulder, arms looped around your waist.

He talks a lot too—random stories, gossip, silly comments—until his voice slowly trails off. When it’s just the two of you, he gets quietly affectionate. Soft touches. Thumb tracing absent patterns on your arm. And if you fall asleep on him, he won’t move—even if his arm goes numb. He’ll grin and whisper, “Worth it.”

Ace Trappola ༉⋆｡˚

Ace will absolutely complain about being “crushed” or “too warm” while making zero effort to move. He tends to wiggle around a lot and can never seem to stay still, frequently changing positions. He likes face-to-face cuddling, noses almost touching, legs tangled, his arm slung possessively around your waist.

He also loves having his hair played with as well (won’t admit it). If you run your fingers through his hair, he tenses for a second—then relaxes completely. His eyes flutter shut, and he gets calmer. If teased about it later, he denies everything. “I was just tired.”

When it’s just the two of you, he becomes quieter. Although Ace usually talks a lot, during cuddle time, he mellows out. His voice drops, and the jokes slow down; he will mumble random thoughts or leave sentences unfinished.

If you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t move or breathe, and afterward, he’ll complain about his arm being numb, but never shifts while you’re sleeping.

Sleeps like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. When cuddling turns into napping, Ace unconsciously tightens his grip. An arm around your waist, a leg hooked with yours, fingers loosely holding your hand. It’s subtle, but it’s there—like some part of him doesn’t want to risk waking up alone.

Deuce Spade ༉⋆｡˚

Deucey is a soft-hearted cuddler. He might feel a bit awkward, with his cheeks turning soft pink as he asks if he's holding you too tightly or not tightly enough.

Once he realizes you’re relaxed, everything about him softens. His breathing evens out, his grip becomes natural instead of careful, and his posture shifts so you’re fully supported against him.

He loves full-body cuddles, with you tucked against his chest and his arms wrapped securely around you. His heartbeat is steady and comforting. Plus, he runs warm—like noticeably warm. Even on cooler nights, he acts like a living space heater, feeling secretly proud when you snuggle closer for warmth.

If you’re upset, he holds you tighter without hesitation. Rather than immediately asking what's wrong, he simply pulls you closer, resting his chin lightly on the top of your head, rubbing circles on your back.

Deuce is the type to whisper, “You good?” “Am I squishing you?” or “Are you still comfy?” every ten minutes, just to check in on how you’re feeling. Sometimes he gives you a little squeeze, as if reminding himself that you’re real.

Epel Felmier ༉⋆｡˚

Epel pretends he hates cuddling, saying, “That’s all sappy an’ junk!” Meanwhile, the second he’s alone with you? He’s already leaning closer without realizing it.

Clings when he’s tired. After a long day of classes, chores, or Vil’s relentless etiquette training, Epel gets really quiet. That’s usually the cue that he’s exhausted, his self-control disappears. He’ll sit close, putting his whole weight on you.

Epel prefers side-by-side cuddles. He enjoys lying next to you rather than on top of you—especially at the beginning. With arms tangled and legs loosely hooked together, your foreheads nearly touch.

He falls asleep quickly while cuddling. Even if he insists he’s “not tired,” cuddling tends to knock him out fast. Afterward, he gets shy. When he wakes up and realizes just how close he got, he feels embarrassed. His face turns red, his ears feel hot, and his voice becomes grumbly. However, he doesn’t move away; if anything, he snuggles in deeper and pretends nothing happened.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Idia will not be the one to suggest cuddling, out loud at least. He’ll hover nearby, sit a little too close, or mutter something like “you can stay… if you want.”

Idia freezes, completely. Like he’s afraid breathing wrong will ruin the moment. His shoulders are tense, hands hovering awkwardly, blue flames flickering. After a few minutes, he slowly relaxes and realizes, " Oh… this is actually nice."

Once he’s comfortable, Idia becomes subtly clingy. lean his head against yours, or tug you closer without saying a word. If you move away, he notices immediately.

Idia doesn’t need conversation. Just existing together—watching a stream, playing a game, or staring at the ceiling—is more than enough.

If you fall asleep while cuddling, Idia goes very still again—he doesn’t want to wake you. He’ll adjust blankets, lower screen brightness, and stay awake longer than planned just to keep things comfortable.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Malleus is very still at first, treating you like something precious and fragile, as if one wrong movement might startle you away.

Once he realizes you are comfortable, he relaxes completely. He loves holding you close to his chest, arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, fingers resting lightly at your side. He also hums sometimes. Quiet, ancient melodies. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you point out how beautiful he sounds.

If you fall asleep first, Malleus doesn’t move. At all. He would rather endure numb limbs than disturb your rest. Also, he'll just stare at your sleeping face, staring at it so lovingly like you're the only thing that matters at the moment.

If he falls asleep first (which is rare), he unconsciously pulls you closer, burying his face just enough into your hair to catch your scent.

He’s especially affectionate after long days. He won’t say “I missed you,” but he’ll immediately seek you for comfort. (literally can't go a minute without you).

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ @iatetoomuchchoco @silverargentu @jellyfishcat3 @annicishana @yukifvss @mhiriverse-blog @deceitful-fl0wer @dreaminchuchu19 @rikkaayoo @currapted1glitch0 @alchemicalalchemist @riddlemethisxoxo @rubyumii

[starmaidengarden]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Since Valentine's Day is coming up I hope to see some really adorable ones!! Remember to read the rules before requesting!! And you should join the taglist so you won't miss a post!!🩷

[starmaidengarden]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 !! જ⁀➴♡

— Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde (minus Ortho), Diasomnia : x gn!reader : slight suggestive content : established relationship : dividers: uzmacchiato.

Context: sharing a new year kiss with them!!

note: HAPPY NEW YEAR!! WE MADE IT TO ANOTHER YEAR!! It's still so crazy to me that it's finally 2026, and also. 1,000 FOLLWERS!?! LIKE WHAT!! Thank you so much for the endless support, this means so much to me. It feels so unreal still but I hope you guys enjoy this and have a very happy new year!! Some parts are rushed, and some mistakes probably because I rushed to write 21 characters in 3 days but I still hope you like it!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Riddle insists the countdown be done properly. He’s standing beside you, pocket watch in hand, posture straight, eyes flicking between the clock and the sky. As voices yell—ten! nine! eight!— Riddle steps closer, he’s gripping your hand. Fireworks explode at midnight, with cheers and party poppers. He glances at you, cheeks warm, and leans in. The kiss is gentle, careful, but full of emotion; he rarely allows himself to show. “Happy New Year,” he murmurs afterward. “I hope this year we spend many moments like this.”

Ace Trappola ༉⋆｡˚

Ace is absolutely thriving—laughing too loud, joking around, leaning way too close. “Hey, you watching this?” he says as the countdown starts, slinging an arm around your shoulders. Midnight hits, fireworks explode, and the dorm explodes with cheers. Ace uses the chaos as a cover—ducking his head to steal a quick kiss before anyone can see. When the cheers die down, he grins like he pulled off a master plan, but his ears are red. “What?” he says. “Can’t let the year start without a little fun.”

Deuce Spade ༉⋆｡˚

Deuce is visibly nervous. He stands next to you, hands clenched around the party popper, counting along with everyone else—but he keeps glancing your way like he’s afraid he’ll mess this up. “Three… two…” At midnight, fireworks boom, and he blurts, “HAPPY NEW YEAR—!” then freezes when you laugh, cupping his face in your hands and kissing him—quick, sincere, warm. It takes him a second to respond, but when he does, He leans in, eyes shut tight, and kisses you sweetly—soft, earnest, and a little clumsy. When you pull back, he beams. "Happy New Year!! I hope this year’s is good to you— to us— I mean.”

Trey Clover ༉⋆｡˚

The party’s loud, but Trey didn't mind. He gently guides you away from the center of the room, fingers laced with yours, until the noise fades into something softer. When midnight arrives, Fireworks flash outside the windows, and Trey leans down, kissing you sweetly before anyone can say a word. “Happy New Year,” he murmurs. Then, with a grin, “Last year went by fast,” he says quietly. “I’m glad I got to spend it with you.”

Cater Diamond ༉⋆｡˚

He’s been snapping photos all evening—selfies, group shots, goofy videos—but when the countdown starts, he slips his phone into his pocket and steps closer to you. He slips an arm around you, pulling you close, grin bright under the lights. When midnight hit, fireworks exploded, and people cheered loudly. Cater leans in and kisses you—warm, confident, a little playful. He smiles against your lips like he’s enjoying the moment too much to hide it. When he pulls back, he laughs, cheeks faintly pink. “Okay, okay—hold still.” He snaps exactly one photo, just the two of you, then puts the phone away again before you can protest. “That one’s just for us.”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Leona claims he doesn’t care about New Year’s, says it’s “just another noisy excuse for people to stay up too late.” Yet somehow, you’re sitting beside him on a balcony overlooking the festivities, the glow of the moon glowing, one arm draped behind you, tail flicking lazily. “Ten seconds,” someone shouted. You turn toward Leona, expecting him to tease you—or worse, fall asleep. Instead, he clicks his tongue softly and pulls you closer by the waist. Before you could say something to him, Leona grabs your wrist and pulls you in, pressing a lazy but possessive kiss to your lips. It’s warm, slow. The countdown hits zero, Fireworks explode across the sky. When he finally pulls back, he smirks. “Happy New Year, herbivore."

Ruggie Bucchi ༉⋆｡˚

The dorm lounge is packed—music blasting, laughter everywhere. Ruggie’s been darting around all night, ending up with snacks, party favors, and at least three things no one remembers bringing. You barely notice when he tugs your sleeve. “C’mon,” he whispers, grin sharp and playful. “Way better view over here.” Before you can protest, he’s already pulled you into a quieter area, the countdown echoing faintly from the main room. “Five… four…” Ruggie rocks on his heel. “Y’know,” he mutters, scratching his cheek. “Whole year just—poof—gone by just like that.” He exhales, then looks at you. “But… I’m glad I got to spend it with you.” He leans in fast, pressing a quick but sincere kiss to your lips right as the year changes—light, warm, and just a bit breathless. He laughs afterward, eyes bright .“Happy New Year,” he says, voice warm. “Guess I’m startin’ this one lucky, too.”

Jack Howl ༉⋆｡˚

Jack stands stiffly near the edge of the crowd, ears twitching at every loud noise. He’s clearly overwhelmed, but he doesn’t leave—because you’re there. When the countdown starts, he glances at you, cheeks faintly pink. You’re beside him, bundled up against the cold. The countdown begins, and Jack’s posture stiffens. At once, he turns to you fully. “Thank you,” he says. “For staying with me this year.” Then he leans down and kisses you. It’s firm but gentle, respectful, and sincere. One hand rests carefully at your back, the other hesitating for just a moment before squeezing your hand. When he pulls away, fireworks light up the night sky, and his tail swishes once behind him.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

The lounge has a dreamy feel tonight. It is dimly lit with a blue glow. Azul stands behind the bar, composed yet fidgeting, glancing your way. “Ah—there you are,” he smiles, adjusting his glasses. “I was worried you’d been swept away by the festivities.” He pours you a drink, sliding it across the bar. “For the occasion. On the house.” As midnight approaches, he steps out from behind the bar and offers you his hand. “I’m not good at unexpected moments,” he admits, “but I’d like to start this year properly. With you.” Five… four… Cheers erupt, but Azul leans in, kissing you gently. He relaxes, the kiss deepening just enough to make your chest ache. Pulling back, he rests his hand over yours. “Happy New Year.”

Jade Leech ༉⋆｡˚

Jade stands on the party's edge, observant as always. When he catches your gaze, he invites you over. Joining him, you find the noise muted, the night extending beyond the glass. “Quite lively,” he remarks, preferring quieter company. As the countdown starts, he turns to you and looks soft in the dim light. His fingers gently touch yours. “You can step away if you like, but I prefer if you stay… I’d like this moment to be just ours.” Jade lifts your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before pulling you closer, his hand at your waist. "Three!…" "two!.." "one!" The kiss is slow, lingering with quiet intensity, as if he's memorizing the moment. When he pulls back, his thumb caresses your cheek. “A delightful way to begin the year,” he murmurs with a smile.

Floyd Leech ༉⋆｡˚

Floyd is having the time of his life—laughing too loud, spinning people into impromptu dances, and inserting himself into conversations like a force of nature. Every so often, he breaks away just to check on you, leaning in close and grinning. “Eeeh~ you still havin’ fun, Shrimpy?” When the countdown finally starts. “Hey, ready? This is the best part!” he exclaims, bouncing slightly on his heels, eyes bright. As the countdown reaches one, he pulls you in for an overwhelming kiss, his laughter mingling with the cheers. “Happy New Year, shirmpy!!” he says, eyes shining. Pulling you into a tight hug. Already pulling you back into the festivities.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

The Scarabia dorm is filled with light—lanterns hang everywhere, music plays in the warm night air, and laughter fills the space. He has been busy all evening, making sure everyone is happy and well-fed. Suddenly, he spots you. “There you are!” he smiles, taking your hands. “I was worried I hadn’t seen you enough tonight.” As the countdown begins, he tugs you closer, the crowd starting to chant. He pulls you near, blushing, his warm hands finding yours. “…three… two…” His voice softens. “One!” Fireworks light up the sky, and without hesitation, Kalim kisses you—bright and full of joy, as if he is sharing his happiness with you. The kiss is a bit awkward but warm and cheerful, his hands holding yours tightly as if he never wants to let go. When he pulls back, he smiles so wide it almost hurts to look at him. “I’m really glad I get to start this year with you. Come on! Let's celebrate!”

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

You slip away from the noise of the party—too loud, too crowded. Jamil finds you there, as he always does, leaning against a balcony railing with the lights glowing below. The countdown begins in the distance, muffled but steady. He stands closer than usual—close enough that you can feel his warmth, his presence grounding. “Ten… eight…”Jamil glances at you from the corner of his eye. “…four…”“…You know,” he murmurs, “I don’t usually care for these kinds of celebrations.” “…two…” He turns fully toward you. His hand lifts—hesitates—then gently cups your face. “One.” The kiss is slow. Intentional. Like he’s chosen this moment very carefully. It’s not rushed or flashy—just steady and sincere, his thumb brushing your cheek. Fireworks reflect faintly in his eyes when he pulls back. “…Happy New Year, habibi”

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

The countdown echoes through Pomefiore’s common hall, light reflecting off polished floors and crystal decorations. Vil stands beside you, perfect as always, but when he glances at you, his expression softens. “You look radiant tonight,” he says quietly, fingers adjusting the collar of your outfit with care. “Whatever this next year brings,” he says quietly, violet eyes searching yours, “I expect you to be there beside me.” “Three.” As the numbers tick down, the noise fades into the background. “One!” Fireworks erupt, and Vil leans in and cups your face gently, thumb warm against your cheek. The kiss is slow, deliberate—perfectly timed. Fireworks bloom outside the windows, their reflections dancing in his eyes. “Happy New Year, Dear.”

Rook Hunt ༉⋆｡˚

Rook has been watching you all evening—of course, he has. The moment the countdown begins, he steps closer, eyes alight with unmistakable admiration. “Ah… mon trésor,” he whispers, voice low and reverent. “A new year dawns, and I am blessed to witness it by your side.” "three!" “May I?” he asks, already stepping closer. He takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. "Two!" he leans closer, breath warm against your ear. "One!" he kisses you fully—deep, earnest, filled with emotion that feels almost overwhelming in its intensity. Cheers erupt around you, but Rook barely notices. When he pulls back, he smiles like he’s just seen something remarkable. “A new year,” he says softly, “and another chapter for us to begin.”

Epel Felmier ༉⋆｡˚

Epel’s pretending he’s not nervous—but you can tell by the way he keeps tugging at his sleeves and glancing around. The dorm is loud with laughter and cheers, but the two of you slip outside just before midnight. “Uh… y’know,” he mutters, cheeks already pink, “this ain’t a big deal or nothin’.” “Ten!” He looks at you then, really looks at you, and his voice softens. “I’m real glad you're here. Like—real glad.” “Three!” Before he can overthink it, Epel tugs on your sleeve and leans in, clumsy but earnest, and kisses you. It’s brief, a little awkward, but incredibly sweet. When he pulls back, his face is completely red. Fireworks crackle overhead as he pulls back, grinning wide, “Sorry,” he says quickly, "Happy New Year,” he says proudly. “Let’s make it a good’un, yeah?”

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Idia swore he wasn’t going to the party—too loud, too many people. Instead, the two of you are tucked in his dimly lit room, light glowing from his monitors. Multiple countdown streams play, pixel fireworks bursting on screen. Idia stiffens beside you, his blue flames flare a little brighter, crackling softly, and his leg starts bouncing faster against the floor. “Ten!” the announcer began. Idia jumped, “Wait—already?!” You laugh and shift closer, your shoulders brushing. He freezes briefly, then relaxes when you don’t pull away. You lean in, sharing a gentle kiss as the countdown hits zero. It’s warm, a little hesitant, fireworks exploding across the screens. When you pull back, Idia is bright red. He stares at you, stunned, before letting out a breathless laugh. “U-um,” he stammers, glancing away then back, “that counts as… like… a really good start to the year, right?”

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

The night is quiet as Malleus leads you away from the noise of the celebration, beneath a sky filled with stars and distant fireworks. When the final countdown echoes faintly from the castle below, he turns to you. His expression softens, ancient and earnest all at once. “Another year,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent. “And you remain at my side.” Fireworks erupt across the sky, but Malleus leans down, his lips brushing yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. It’s soft, lingering, almost like he’s memorizing every detail of you. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, a rare, serene smile curving his lips. “Happy New Year, to you, my heart,” he whispers.

Lilia Vanrouge ༉⋆｡˚

Lilia’s wearing his mischievous grin. The two of you stand on the balcony, watching fireworks bloom across the sky. He nudges you gently with his shoulder, just enough to get your attention. When you roll your eyes, he laughs softly and catches your hand before you can pull away, fingers curling around yours as he tugs you closer. “Now, now—don’t wander off,” he says lightly. “The best part is coming.” The countdown begins, voices echoing in the distance. “Three… two… one!” He leans in without warning—swift, confident, lips curved in a mischievous smile even as he kisses you. He pulls back with a sly wink. “Now that’s a proper way to start the year, hmm?”

Silver ༉⋆｡˚

Silver almost misses midnight. He’s sitting beside you, fighting off sleep with heavy eyes. Just as the countdown is about to hit zero, you gently nudge him. “Huh—? Oh,” he blinks and then smiles, shy and sweet. “Happy New Year.” Fireworks bloom in the distance, their light reflecting on the ground. Hesitantly, He leans in closer, the soft warmth of his breath mingling with the cool evening air. His kiss is tender and careful. When he pulls back, he rests his head lightly against your shoulder, his breath steady. “I’m not very good with words, but… I hope this year treats you kindly.” His fingers gently wrap around yours.

Sebek Zigvolt ༉⋆｡˚

Sebek is all nervous energy tonight, pacing just a little as he glances at you every few seconds, like he’s checking to make sure you’re still there. “Ah—it’s almost time,” he mutters. “Three… two… one!” Before you can react, he pulls you close and kisses you. It’s earnest—full of heart. There’s no hesitation, only warmth and sincerity. When he finally steps back, he’s a little breathless, cheeks pink. “H-Happy New Year!” he says quickly, then softer, voice still shaking but undeniably sincere. “…Thank you for starting this year with me.”

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AZUL ART JUMPSCARE

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𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭,𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! જ⁀➴♡

— Overblot gang : x gn!reader : slight suggestive content : established relationship : dividers: uzmacchiato.

Context: you forgetting to kiss/say goodbye to them

note: surprise!! Didn't see this coming, huh!? I'm terribly sorry I've been offline for months now, ya girl has been busy with work and her apartment. But nonetheless, thanks for the likes and follows. I appreciate them very much. I'll try to post more whenever I can, but here's the long-awaited post with the newly added taglist!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

He doesn’t say anything at first. He stands straight by the door, hands folded neatly, already rehearsing the polite goodbye. You rush past with a distracted smile, call out a quick “See you later!” and you’re gone.

No kiss, no "I love you", nothing. He replays the moment over and over. Did he say it too quietly that you didnt hear him? Was his tone improper? His chest tightens, and he hates that it does. This is childish. He’s being unreasonable. People forget things.

He spends the rest of the day correcting others more sharply than usual, tapping his pen against his desk until Trey asks if he’s feeling unwell.

By the time you return, he greets you politely. Too politely. When you finally pull him into a hug and laugh—“I was joking! Of course I love you,”—his composure shatters in an instant. His voice wobbles when he scolds you, face burning red, fingers gripping your sleeve like he’s afraid you’ll vanish again. “Don’t do that again,” he mutters, turning his gaze away, face burning. “It threw off my whole morning…”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

He notices. Of course he does. You were leaving for class, half-asleep, bag slung over one shoulder. He sprawled on the bed, a lazy grin on his face, expecting his usual goodbye kiss — the quick brush of lips that made mornings bearable. But you left before he could even lift a hand. You were gone, and the grin fades. He sighs, flopping back onto the pillow. “Tch,”

He tells himself he doesn’t care. You’re probably distracted. Happens all the time. Not a big deal. Definitely not worth getting worked up over.

Still, he doesn’t fall asleep. Instead, he stares at the wall, jaw tight, irritation simmering just under the surface. By the time you came back, he stayed exactly where you left him—leaning over him, about pressing a kiss to his lips like always, when he suddenly grabs your wrist. “You forgot something this morning,” he murmurs. You can't help but smile, kissing him. “You thought I forgot?” He clicks his tongue, pulls you down by the wrist, and rests against you. “Don’t make me wait next time.”

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

It’s a tiny thing, but to him, that "tiny thing" meant everything. You always kissed him on the cheek before heading out, always murmured "I love you" before leaving. But today? Nothing. “Did they just… forget?” He thought, trying to convince himself he’s being ridiculous. He adjusts his glasses, smooths his sleeves, and goes back to whatever he was doing—except he doesn’t actually read a single word. His pen pauses mid-sentence. His foot starts tapping. A minute passes. Then another.

The anxiety creeps in quietly. Did he say something wrong earlier? Was he too clingy? Not attentive enough? His mind starts running numbers, replaying conversations, searching for a clause he missed.

By the time you’re gone for five minutes, Azul is spiraling. He paces. He checks his phone. He drafts a message, deletes it, and drafts another. He doesn’t want to sound needy—but what if you’re upset? What if you didn’t say it back because you didn’t feel it?

When you finally return, he tries to act indifferent, but his eyes dart to you instantly. “Ah—welcome back,” he says, pretending to be busy with his papers. “I trust your errands went well?” And when you notice the slight pout on his lips and press a kiss to his cheek, whispering “I love you,” he stiffens—then exhales, tension melting into a shaky laugh.

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

He notices, but he doesn’t react—at least not outwardly. You wave to him, distracted by your bag, your phone, and your rushing. As you toss a quick “Bye!” over your shoulder, you vanish. The silence that follows is deafening. Jamil stares at the doorway, his expression unreadable. Yet, his mind keeps replaying the moment: you didn’t say it back. Normally, you never forget those words, which are the highlight of his day.

He shakes his head, telling himself not to take it personally. You’re probably just busy or running late. Still, the absence of that tiny ritual chews at him all day, a quiet ache in his chest.

All day, he’s quieter than usual. He knows it’s foolish — you clearly didn’t mean it — but something about the missing words leaves a faint ache in his chest.

The next time he sees you, he doesn’t immediately bring it up. Instead, he watches you — the way you light up when you see him, the way you reach for his hand. It takes only a few seconds for the tension in his chest to ease. “You seem distracted lately,” he says, guiding you to sit beside him. When you finally admit it was a prank, he exhales, slow and shaky, as if he’s been holding his breath for far too long. He leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your lips. “Don’t mess with me like that.”

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Oh, he notices immediately—and he hates it. He’d leaned in for his usual goodbye kiss before your classes, lips faintly glossed. You’d smiled, said you’d be late, and hurried off without even glancing back. His lips remain parted for a second too long. The tiniest frown touches his face.

For the next hour, he remains restrained, polite, and maintains perfect posture. His makeup is flawless, and his voice is smooth. However, the compliments dry up. When someone asks if he is distracted, he replies, "I’m fine." (He is not fine.)

When you return as if nothing happened, he examines your face with a sharp, assessing gaze. “Oh?” he says coolly. “Back already?” You blink and reply, “Yeah, I forgot something.”

He continues to study your face. “You did,” he agrees. “Several things, apparently.” When you finally grin and confess that it was all a prank, he exhales, half-annoyed and half-relieved, and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “...Don’t do that again,” he murmurs. “I love you. now say it back, properly.”

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

He’s frozen in place when it happens. Usually, you say “I love you” right before heading out — sometimes even blowing him a little kiss from the doorway of his room. But today, you just waved and said, “See you later!” He waves back weakly, the faint blue glow of his hair dimming.

As soon as the door closes, silence fills the room. The monitors hum quietly, and the lights from his PC screens reflect off his wide eyes. His brain short-circuits for a few seconds and then immediately begins to spiral.

They didn’t say it. They always say it. Did they forget? No, maybe they didn’t forget — maybe they didn’t mean to say it. Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Oh no, oh no, what if I—

He buries his face in his hands, muffled groans echoing through the room. His hair flickers between anxious shades of blue and pink. He texts you immediately—then panics and deletes it. Then sends a different one. Then immediately regrets that.

By the time you come back, Idia is half-curled into himself, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, eyes darting up the second he hears you. “…Hey,” he says cautiously. “Um. Earlier. Did I—was everything okay?”

When you reveal the prank, there’s a long silence. “…That’s messed up.” When you kiss him and say it, he exhales shakily. He slumps forward and hides his face in your shoulder, voice muffled. “Please don’t do that. My brain can’t handle it.”

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

He doesn’t understand at first. You always tell him “I love you” before you part. It’s a ritual he treasures, one he always looks forward to. So when you rush off one morning with only a wave and no kiss or words, his chest tightens with a strange, unfamiliar ache.

He stands there, watching you disappear, confusion slowly turning to melancholy. “Did I do something to displease them?” he murmurs. The day feels colder. The birds are quieter. He waits, patient as ever, but the silence gnaws at him more than he expects.

When you return, he greets you gently—but there’s a gravity to him that wasn’t there before. “Did something trouble you earlier?” he asks softly. “You departed… differently. When you finally admit it was a prank, his expression shifts—surprise first, then relief, then something deeper. “…I see.” There’s a pause, and then a small, embarrassed smile curves his lips.

“My heart is not accustomed to such games,” he admits quietly. “When you left, I felt as though something vital was missing.” He draws you into his arms, with his forehead resting against yours. After a moment, he leans down and kisses your lips softly, slowly, and lingeringly. “I beg… do not make me doubt your affection again.”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ @iatetoomuchchoco @silverargentu @jellyfishcat3 @annicishana @yukifvss @mhiriverse-blog @deceitful-fl0wer @dreaminchuchu19 @rikkaayoo @currapted1glitch0

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I lost my 50/50, BUT I GOT HIM OMG I CAN FINALLY SLEEP AT NIGHT!!!

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Ummm haiii ya girl alive and well😭 been busy like always!! I'll post later this week maybe!! Butttt today's is my birthday!! AHHHH I'm officially 20!!

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What do you guys want next!!🩷

When you forget to say "I love you" — overblot gang!!

Forehead, hand, cheek kisses — various!!

Cuddling after a fight — overblot gang!!

Voting ended onOct 9, 2025

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YAY IT'S THE ONE I WANTED!! Thanks to everyone who voted!!♡

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Oh, they're 800 of y'all now T-T HAII EVERYONE!! THANKS FOR FOLLOWING ME!! It means so much!!

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What do you guys want next!!🩷

When you forget to say "I love you" — overblot gang!!

Forehead, hand, cheek kisses — various!!

Cuddling after a fight — overblot gang!!

Voting ended onOct 9, 2025

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ONE MORE DAY!!

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hii how r u?

I was wondering if u have a taglist for ure fics, cuz i love ure works so much theyre so cutee 🥹 so i dont wanna miss any of em!

haii!! tysm that’s so sweet!!♡ I'm well but to answer your question, I don't have one!! but I will totally make one!!

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝; 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 જ⁀➴♡

— Heartslabyul : x gn!reader: slight suggestive content: dividers: uzmacchiato

Context: doing his makeup / eyeliner

note: don't know what gave me this idea, my friend was just doing my makeup and then boom! I did not mean to make trey's part a tad bit suggestive, I WAS NOT MY INTENT!!! but anyways happy reading!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Riddle sits straight in a chair by his desk, his face bright red as you gently sit in his lap to reach him better. He tries to maintain his composure, but his hands tremble slightly where they rest on your lap. “This—this is highly improper,” he stammers, yet he doesn’t move to stop you. Instead, he closes his eyes and remains perfectly still, completely trusting you. You take your time, carefully painting a small rose at the corner of each of his eyes. His breath hitches when your fingers brush against his skin, and you can feel the tension radiating from him. Once you finish, you hand him a mirror. His lips part slightly as he sees the delicate roses framed against his pale skin. His gaze returns to you, his grey eyes soft. “It’s beautiful. I expect nothing less for you.”

Ace Trappola ༉⋆｡˚

Ace is sprawled out on his bed, hands lazily resting on your hips, a mischievous grin plastered across his face as you straddle his waist. “C’mon, this is payback for all the times I messed with you, huh?” he teases, though he tilts his head obediently when you tell him to stay still. The moment you start drawing the little red heart near the corner of his eye, he actually goes quiet for once. His grin softens, and his red eyes watch you with an almost boyish admiration. “...You’re really focused,” he mumbles, trying not to move. When you finish, he immediately snatches the mirror. “A heart, huh? Fitting.” He glances up at you, expression flickering between cocky and shy before he adds, “...Does that mean I’m yours?”

Deuce Spade ༉⋆｡˚

Deuce sits stiffly on the bed, his back against the headboard, while you sit on his lap with your makeup brushes on your side. His hands hover awkwardly, unsure if he should place them on your waist or keep them to himself. You carefully paint a small spade under his eye, the tip pointing up toward his eye. His lashes flutter when the brush grazes his skin, and he flushes pink. “This feels… weird, but in a good way,” he admits quietly. His voice is hushed, almost reverent, as if speaking too loudly might ruin the moment. When you lean back to admire your work, he’s staring at you wide-eyed, lips pressed together like he’s holding his breath. You hand him the mirror, and he blinks at his reflection. “You— you’re good at this,” he muttered, voice soft, ears burning red.

Cater Diamond ༉⋆｡˚

Cater is way too excited the second you bring out your makeup kit. Lounging on his bed with his head propped up on pillows. You climb onto his lap to get a better angle, and he beams. He props his chin in his hand and gives you a cheeky smile as you work. When you draw a tiny orange diamond under his eye. “Careful—if you keep this up, I might start asking you to do my makeup every morning.” The moment you finish, he whips out his phone and starts snapping selfies from every angle, pulling you into half of them whether you’re ready or not. He scrolls through the pictures with you tucked against him, laughing as you pick your favorites. “Guess I don’t even need an edit—your touch already makes me look perfect.”

Trey Clover ༉⋆｡˚

Trey chuckles the second you suggest it, shaking his head but sitting down without discussion. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?” he says warmly. Trey stretches out on the bed with his hands folded over his stomach, calm as ever. You perch on his chest, your knees on either side of his torso, and he chuckles softly at the position. “Comfy seat?” he teases, closing his eyes, letting you gently guide his chin as you paint a neat little green clover under his left eye. When you’re done, you hand him the mirror, and he blinks at his reflection.. “Looks good. You’ve got a steady hand.” Then, glancing back up at you, he adds, softer, “Guess I should thank my artist properly later.”

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What do you guys want next!!🩷

When you forget to say "I love you" — overblot gang!!

Forehead, hand, cheek kisses — various!!

Cuddling after a fight — overblot gang!!

Voting ended onOct 9, 2025

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I GOT HIM HEHEHE