Cleaning day had always been Ki’s least favorite part of potion making. Sure, it was always nice to significantly lower the chance of accidentally killing someone but at what cost? Much to Minho’s chagrin, they had mastered the art of leaving all their cleaning to Saturdays, the one day they closed the shop.
It’s not early by any means when Ki wakes. They can’t exactly see the hands on the clock across the room but it’s clear enough that they’ve abandoned the fourth quadrant. Though it’s enticing to stay in bed, to stay wrapped up in blankets and Minho’s outstretched arms, they begrudgingly shuffle out of bed to their workstation. Basket in hand, they gather all their tools that need washing: mortars and pestles and knives and scoops and ladles. They bring everything up to the shop level, first the basket of tools and then the three cauldrons, then head out the back door to the washing basin. They’re surprised to find Jinki out as well, washing up what appears to be laundry.
“Good afternoon,” he says without looking up. “I was wondering if you were going to clean today.”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
Jinki chuckles and scoots over so that Ki has room to sit. They both set about working on scrubbing their respective projects, abandoning conversation in an attempt to quickly finish. As time goes on, Jinki starts mindlessly humming and Ki finds the dried on potion easier to scrub off the ladles. The caked on plant pulp also comes out of the mortars easier. Beside them, Jinki seems to be flying through his laundry pile quicker than before.
“Did you add something to the water?” Ki asks, pouring some water into the cauldron.
“Not to the main basin, no. I am using soap on my laundry, if you’re smelling something.”
“I figured you were, I recognized that smell. I was just wondering because it seems like everything is cleaning faster. Or at least, it was...this cauldron is taking its time to get clean as usual. Maybe I was imagining it.”
“It’s probably my laundry song that was helping.”
Ki meets Jinki’s cheerful smile with a puzzled look. Jinki doesn’t clarify, instead going back to his laundry and humming. They turn back to the cauldron; to their surprise, the grimy film that was clinging before wipes away with ease.
“When you say laundry song...what do you mean?”
“It’s not a proper spell or anything but its a little tune my mother taught me that makes cleaning go easier.”
“Oh.”
“They didn’t use anything like that? At...when you were younger?”
“I mean, I assume they did. We were all kept separate. They said it was easier to keep track of our needs that way.”
“You didn’t get to try out anything else?”
“No. We had a fortune teller that as part of your initiation would read into your abilities and pick where you went to maximize output; after that, you didn’t see anyone from other groups besides the leaders.”
“I see. Well, I know that potions is comfortable for you and obviously your talent if that’s where you were placed, but if you’re ever curious about charms and stuff you’re more than welcome to come sit up with Jonghyun and I.”
“Thank you. I might take you up on that soon.”
Jinki smiles and once again goes back to his work. The door to the house opens and Minho comes out with his biggest cauldron in his arms, covered in soot. He empties the cauldron into the ash pit behind them and Ki grabs a clean mortar to hand him some water.
“How do you even put new firewood in your hearth with all that ash in it?” he chides.
Ki glances over at Jinki. “You wouldn’t happen to have a spell for that, would you?”
Jinki chuckles. “Yeah, it’s called c-l-e-a-n-i-n-g. I think you could really get the hang of it if you tried.”
My leg just refused to move on its own, but somehow I figured out how I could use magic to make my other leg move so I could walk. I ran a catering company and I had to cater at this important party, but magic was illegal there because some people were allergic to it so I had to ride this giant hairless dog everywhere at the party while trying to serve food because I couldn’t freakin’ walk without my leg magic. The dog was really slippery because it didn’t have hair and I kept falling off it and spilling my food trays all over the floor, and then some guy came up to me and tried to help me up and was like, “are you okay honey?” and I got SO PISSED at him for trying to help that my leg magic acted up and my leg flew up out of nowhere and kicked him like twenty feet into the air.
Then I woke up.
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“You know, you didn’t have to come. I’ve done this on my own before.” Taeyeon says as Tae dusts their knees off for no less than the fifth time that morning.
They can tell by her expression that it’s not a malicious comment but they can’t help but feel guilty. She reaches out a hand and helps Tae stand before continuing along.
“What are we looking for again?”
“Well, we got our wolfsbane and blue ginseng so now all we need is mandrake.”
“And how do we find that one?”
“If you want to try to help, it has purple leaves, but otherwise I’ll know it when I see it.”
They walk on silently. Tae tries to keep a look out for purple but the filtered light coming in from between the tree canopies makes it difficult.
“So why did Ki start coming with you on this?”
Taeyeon stops and inspects mushrooms on a tree before answering.
“Well, Minho used to come with me. I mean, he knew what he needed and he likes to be outside so it made sense. Our parents used to send us out for stuff as children so it was just normal for us to do. When Ki started living with Minho, they were so nervous that they would barely go outside. It was Minho’s idea to have Ki start coming. For a while, it was the three of us that would go. Then, to encourage Ki to have other friends besides him, Minho started to find ways to not need to come along. And it just kind of evolved from there.”
Tae hums in acknowledgement, somewhat distracted by the continued search for purple leaves.
“What made you decide to tag along, anyway?”
Why did they want to come along? Sure, Taeyeon’s one of the few people that they feel comfortable with, but herbalism hasn’t been a major interest of theirs and potion making definitely isn’t their forte...maybe it’s to seemingly make up for lost time within magical spaces.
Tae’s thoughts are interrupted by something in their peripheral vision: purple leaves, just across a little clearing in the trees. They try to hurry over to them to surprise Taeyeon but are surprised to find themself flat on the ground. They try to stand but are held down by some invisible weight.
“Stay still!” Taeyeon hisses, holding still herself. “You’ll frighten them otherwise.”
Doing their best to stay still, Tae glances around. Little specks of something float around their head. They emit a soft glow that intensifies before ultimately going out. After a few seconds, Taeyeon hurries over to them and pulls them back towards the direction they came from.
“Remember the bit when I said be careful where you step? That’s why.”
“What even was that?”
Taeyeon sighs with annoyance but then softens her expression. “Sorry, sometimes I forget that all this is new to you. You see all those mushrooms?” she says, pointing back towards the little clearing. “It’s a fairy ring.”
“So the little petals were fairies?”
“More or less.”
Tae begins to ask another question but shushes themself when Taeyeon begins walking around the clearing.
“By the way, if the others ask what happened to your hair, I’m not to blame for it.”
Rated MS for magic (supernatural) and smut (obviously)
Day 13: Distracted sex & creampie
Three days. It’s been three days since Minho had fed. Sure, there is the occasional mealless day, but there’s never been this much of a drought. They’re considering going to a new building, reverting to the normal path and eating a whole soul, but at the last moment the dream machine starts to tick.
Apartment 44: Lee Taemin
Orientation: Unknown
Seeking: Male companion
Act: #17
It’s not long before he’s kneeling, leaning his torso over Taemin’s coffee table. They’re playing some racing game Minho doesn’t care about. Or rather, Taemin’s playing it while also attempting to fuck Minho. Minho’s trying to play, but the constant starting and stopping of Taemin’s thrusts is ruining his concentration.
“Come...come on, T-tae...”
“Come on? You’re the one that needs to come on, Mr. Last Place.”
“I can’t...I can’t come if you don’t fuck me.”
“You stop driving completely when I fuck you how are we supposed to race-”
“I don’t want to race, Tae, I want you to fuck me.”
“Sorry, fucking is just #2 for me. Priority #1 is being the best. The best there ever was.”
“Don’t you dare start singing the pokemon theme song when you can barely put in the effort to keep the tip in.”
Minho can’t see Taemin’s face, but he can imagine the shit eating grin. Though he doesn’t start singing, Taemin also doesn’t do anything else. Quick enough, the race is over, Taemin’s character taking a victory lap. Minho’s doesn’t even appear on the screen, never having made it past the first checkpoint.
“Remind me of the benefit portion of this relationship?” he asks, disgruntledly sitting down.
‘We’re friends and we fuck.”
If Minho wasn’t so annoyed and dissatisfied, he probably would’ve laughed at Taemin’s victory dance: grooving around, pants around his ankles, dick flopping around. But he is annoyed and dissatisfied, so he simply glares at Taemin’s glee. The game has already timed out and gone to the main menu before Taemin realizes Minho’s expression.
“What?”
“I want to fuck and all you want to do is fucking win!”
Taemin looks down, eyebrows moving up and down. After a while he looks back up at Minho.
“How about you fuck me instead? Then you get to fuck how you like and I get to play the game!”
A sudden streak of dominance takes Minho over as his points at where he wants him to kneel. Luckily, Taemin has enough of his wits about him to understand the instructions. Minho’s kind enough to let him wait until he picks a new track and character, taking the time to prep him. But that’s where his kindness runs out. Before the timer for the race even finishes, he’s already pounding into Taemin with near-brute force. The race starts and Taemin’s character doesn’t move at all.
“Thought....you’re...playing” he grunts in an attempt to tease.
There’s no reply, minus the sound of the controller dropping out of Taemin’s hands. He scrambles to pick it back up and race or pause or something. Determined to keep his upper hand, Minho ups the ante. He reaches forward and starts stroking Taemin at near the same pace. Taemin’s knuckles are turning white from gripping the coffee table, but Minho doesn’t care. There’s no noise when Taemin comes, just the crumpling of his shaking body. Minho continues thrusting until he too comes. He pulls out, watching cum drip out of Taemin.
“Guess I’ll just have to brat around until you fuck me more often.” Taemin teases once he’s seemingly come back to his senses.
“Yeah? You better rest up while I turn the game off. I’m not done playing with you.”
Rated MS for magic (supernatural) and smut (obviously)
Day 15: Overstimulation & Uniforms
At 10pm on the dot, the dream machine starts ticking away:
Apartment 20: Lee Eunsook
Orientation: Pan
Seeking: female companion
Act: #676
Minho heads out from their apartment. On the fifth floor, the elevator picks up Sulli. She’s obviously heading out somewhere -- dressed to the nines in pink sequins -- and she gives him her best attempt at bedroom eyes the whole three floors down til Minho departs. Just as the elevator comes to a pause, they lean into the nape of her neck. She lets out an unintentional moan.
“Be safe out there, yeah?” they whisper, dropping an amulet to ward off other incubi into her pocket.
Minho walks out into the hallway -- not another word spoken between them. The doors are almost shut but they still manage to catch a glimpse of her confused, flush face. While they have no issue sharing their treats with others, they do want to make sure they come back.
Standing in front of Eunsook’s door, Minho takes a deep breath. Reminding themself of the scenario, they pop the door, remembering to check their appearance before the dream begins.
Her maid outfit barely covers anything: she’s pretty sure that her ass is hanging out of it , she’s definitely sure her breasts are spilling out of it, and the midriff is missing as a whole. The room is a fancy one that she’s been in before. It’s Eunsook’s dream house, based on some European manor. She prods Eunsook with the feather duster in her hand and the dream starts with Eunsook smacking her ass.
“Mm, I really wanted to reward you today. But seeing how sloppy of a job you did today...”
There’s no malice in her voice, just her trademark sternness that belies the deviant playfulness of her actions.
“You know what to do.”
Minjung follows Eunsook’s gaze to a intricately carved wooden chair behind her. Minjung’s been in this chair before. She sits and waits for her ankles to be tied to the legs of the chair and her wrists to the armrests. When Eunsook’s done, she pulls down the front of the uniform until Minjung’s breasts are completely exposed. She plays with a nipple, to see how excited she really is. She walks behind Minjung, out of her line of sight, but soon returns. Minjung can feel herself becoming increasingly wet at the sight of the vibrator in her hand when she returns.
“If you’re going to do a sloppy job, we’ll just have to make you look the part won’t we?”
Minjung can only nod as Eunsook sets up the vibrator in the chair. Eunsook positions it so that it has the most contact possible with her clit, using her fingers to spread Minjung as much as she can. After also tying it in place, she turns it on to a medium setting. She sits across from Minjung, hand down her pants as she watches Minjung start to squirm.
The first orgasm is wonderful. The second and third are nice. She starts getting sore by the fourth. There’s a glint in Eunsook’s eyes at the fifth one and Minjung starts wondering how long of a night she’s in for. After Eunsook comes, she stands and walks to Minjung. She turns the vibrator off and runs a finger up Minjung’s slit.
“Hmm, that’s a wet pussy. But not quite sloppy yet.”
She replaces the vibrator, putting it on the highest setting. It’s definitely going to be a long night.
