#kittens or puppies is a cursed choice

[starbunii]

Can we get Scara, Kazuha, and Baizhu with an S/O experiencing baby fever? It's a curse 😞

. baby fever 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ scara, kazuha, and baizhu x reader (seperate) ! ｡

notes: honestly i understand the baby fever curse; it's happened to me more times than i can count </3

also sorry if this took a while!! im going through some irl stuff rn, so it takes me a bit to work on requests

headcanons ノ fluffノfem! reader ノcanon universe

second person pov !! please enjoy! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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scaramouche

scara does not get it. like at all..

babies are so loud and annoying. why would you want to have one long-term?

he'll talk to you about it, ask you why you want one, things like that

he thinks kids are cute! but there is no way in hell he wants to have one of his own

he'll compromise and take you to the adoption center to pick out a puppy or kitten of your choice

kazuha

his face grows bright red when you tell him you want babies

this usually poetic man is now left gasping for air, jaw on the ground

once kazuha gathers himself, he'll discuss it a bit further with you, asking if it's something you really want, or if you just want something cute around the house

if you genuinely do want a lil baby, he'll take you to see an obstetrician to discuss it a bit further

he's already writing poems for baby to fall asleep to

baizhu

oh, he's thrilled; absolutely thrilled

for some reason, baizhu has an odd fascination with fertility and all its different factors; he knows it's a gamble, and hearing that you want to take it with him makes him feel honored

asks if you genuinely want a baby at least 400 times, before giving you food and medicine to increase your fertility

luckily he knows what he's doing, he's helped a few mothers around liyue before; but some of the food he has you eating is rather..odd

honestly with how freaky this man is, you'll probably end up with twins

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[midnight-bay-if]

Masterpost

SFW

How much does Alek approve of each RO? What do the ROs think of a people-pleasing MC? MC treats their own wound. ROs reaction to sick MC, who insists on going on missions. RO's MBTI Favourite cuddle positions MC crowns RO with a flower crown MC's upcoming wedding with someone other than RO MC comes home with a kitten ROs first wake up next to MC ROs catch someone hit MC ROs reaction to MC on fake dating mission (with someone else) Fake dating aftermath (Taj and Umbra) Fake dating mission with RO ROs reaction to a flustered or calm MC ROs reaction to possessed MC Would the ROs lie to keep MC? How would ROs react to spell on MC, making them think their father is there? If MC was a worm, would the ROs still love them? ROs help a scared MC with knife wound MC nearly dies but recovers How long for the ROs to get over MC's death? MC returns to life Would ROs kill MC to stop the rumbling? ROs return home to find MC in bed in their clothes MC hides injuries from RO If MC became a mind reader for the day, what would they hear from the RO's? How do ROs deal with a spider?

MC has a concussion. How do the ROs keep them awake? MC is hit by a curse that gives them cat ears and tail. What do the ROs do? MC flinches in an argument. "I can hold the entire world in my hands! Want to see?" ROs reaction to super self-sacrificial MC How do the ROs sleep when they are alone vs with MC MC gets amnesia and doesn't remember ROs Nicknames ROs last words to MC How susceptible are the ROs to MC's puppy eyes? How do the ROs go about unwinding after a long day? MC is sick. How do the ROs care for them? Characters tasty treats of choice ROs reaction to MC forgetting morning kiss MC makes up for forgetting morning kiss "If your feelings are sincere, show me with a kiss." MC is painfully oblivious to flirting RO route tropes ROs help an MC who refuses to go to sleep

MC dies in ROs arms MC says ROs deserve better ROs reaction to MC, who is scared of thunderstorms ROs opinion of MC with body piercings ROs heights ROs music choices MC ignores ROs for 24 hours challenge ROs reaction to non-combat MC insisting on fighting MC defends the ROs I want a baby meme ROs reaction to realising they are in love Shy MC runs over to help with ROs wounds ROs reaction to MC kissing their cheek for the first time ROs reaction to a "hickey" that is a bug bite How ROs reassure pregnant MC Which RO would propose first/who believes in marriage ROs reaction to drunk MC saying "I have a partner, so back off." MC plans a romantic birthday ROs hobbies

MC cries in front of RO ROs love languages Use a GIF to hint at route ROs accidentally hurt MC in an argument ROs opinion on Ruth ROs reaction to MC's nightmares ROs favourite place to kiss or be kissed ROs reactions to MC being hit on MC wears ROs clothes ROs reaction to someone saying, "do they mind sharing?" about MC ROs jealousy levels MC getting jealous of RO ROs ages ROs voices ROs clothes choices

Slight NSFW

"You want to kiss/fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid." Cat collar misdelivery Shoulder bite Smol MC wears ROs clothes after shower Which ROs could be patient whilst MC explored their body Bed breaks during sexy time ROs reaction to marking MC and being marked ROs reaction to shy MC, who wants to intimate MC is too sensitive MC is hit with a curse Someone brags about having sex with MC (they were turned down) Someone brags about having sex with MC MC wraps themselves in ribbons MC gives RO bedroom eyes ROs reactions to being walked in on during intimacy ROs have NSFW dream about MC MC sleeping naked ROs kinks

[thewritetofreespeech]

Please do a subbish Choso with a kind girlfriend fem Dom reader that grabs his crotch (out of view of the others/they don't see what is happening from the chest down) even slowly massaging it, with other people in the room. They could be at a conference or being at an event with Yuji or something else and Choso doesn't know how to react/what to do because he is flustered, he knows it's not something you should do in public and he never had been in this kind of situation (or most experiences with her for that matter because she's his first, only and last <3).

-Selenophile 🌙🌌✨

This party was nice. Or, at least Choso thought it was nice. He had never been to one before now.

He watched from the sidelines as everyone chatted and talked to one another. Looking at the crowd but more often than not his eyes drifting over to Yuji. Choso was glad to see his little brother so happy.

“Hey you,” Choso turned his head to see [Y/N] coming up to him. A smile on her face and a drink in both hands. “What are you doing over here all alone?”

“Just watching.” He answered as he took one of the cups.

Choso was aware that he is different than most. Being half-cursed spirit he knows that he was not fully accepted by the people whose job it is to irradicate cursed spirits. It never bothered him though. He had his brothers, he had Yuji, and he had [Y/N].

She came to lean beside him against the wall. Also looking at the crowd. “If you’re not having fun, we could leave.” She suggested.

“I’m having fun.” He told her.

“Yeah, but we could be having more fun.”

Before Choso could ask what she meant by that, as it was clearly something mischievous from her tone, [Y/N] had slipped her hand into his pocket and began touching him through the thin material.

Choso balked at the contact. His initial thought to say something, or even yip like a lost puppy, but he stayed quiet. He didn’t want to draw attention to the situation. Get [Y/N] in trouble or embarrass Yuji. “Just relax.” She told him. Her voice hushed but firm. Still embarrassed, Choso had no choice but to obey. Again, he didn’t want to get [Y/N] in trouble. And….he wanted to obey.

Her hand was still warm even through the thin material of his robe. Thank God for blousy pants. His hand gripped his drink which he had yet to take a sip of hard. Eyes forward. Staring at the crowd. “Do you think anyone will notice?” Her voice cut in again. “Like, if they looked back here, do you think they would know what’s going on?”

“N-No…” Choso doesn’t want to imagine it. The looks of ridicule and disgust. Looks he was familiar with as he had gotten them all his life. And yet, he could feel his cock swell in her hand. Think of, just on the other side of the room, his social doom was just hanging there. All it would take was for one person to glance their way. The exhilaration of panic making a fast acting aphrodisiac.

“You better cum quick. That tent in your pants is getting pretty obvious.”

“I..I can’t—” Choso stifled a moan as her hand grazed over the tip of his erection through the cloth. The pre-cum leaking out also probably making it obvious. He couldn’t be expected to cum in front of all these people though.

“Oh come on.” [Y/N] cooed. Pressing up against him like she was going to tell him a secret. “Not even for me?”

Her teeth bit at his ear lobe. Making Choso shutter all through out his body and straight through to his cock. His cum spilling out in the material of his pants. Not nearly enough of his barrier to keep her hand clean or their secret secret. They were doomed now.

[Y/N] then took her drink and spilled it on the front of his pants. “Oh no! Oh I’m such a klutz Choso! I’m so sorry!” The shift in her personalities from dominating sex kitten to ‘bumbling idiot’ made Choso’s head spin. It already wasn’t very clear from his orgasm.

“Oh no, what happened?” Yuji asked as he came over, like a good brother, to check immediately.

“I spilled my drink on Choso. I really am sorry.” The half-spirit shuttered again as [Y/N] brushed at the area where his over sensitive cock was in an effort to ‘clean it’. “I don’t think it’s coming out….”

Yuji offered to be their shield so [Y/N] could sneak Choso out without anyone noticing the accident. He didn't want the other embarrassed. “Thanks Yuji!” [Y/N] told him as they slipped out the back. Choso also gave his thanks, but was too nervous that Yuji might realize what was actually going on to put any real effort into it.

“Well, that was fun.” [Y/N] teased as they walked back to her place. Choso couldn’t exactly agree, now that his head was clear.

He was embarrassed, over stimulated, and he was cold now from the moisture at the front of his pants making contact with the cold night air. He hoped all parties didn’t end like this.

[Y/N] then stepped in front of him and turned around. Blocking his pant with a mischievous grin again. “What do you say we head home and I clean you up properly?” Her intent was clear, even without her licking her lips at him, and Choso blushed. He hoped all parties didn’t end like this, but he wouldn’t exactly complain.

[ivyprism]

Masterlist 22

Suggestive? Kind of? *

Character and AU Information:

Skelesona Updated Description (Outfits)

Final Boss: Gaster (Info Dump)

Final Boss: the Royal Family (Info Dump)

Final Boss: Undyne and Alphys (Info Dump)

Final Boss: Mettaton and Napstablook (Info Dump)

Final Boss: Grillby, Muffet, and Monster Kid (Info Dump)

The Final Boss: H (Info Dump)

Skelesona Backstory Summary (Hehehoo)

H Backstory Summary (Hehehoo)

OG! Gasters (Info Dump: Revamp)

Skeleton Boy Jobs: Revamp and New Part 1

Skeleton Boy Jobs: Revamp and New Part 2

Otter Selkiesona (Info Dump)

Skeleton Boy Jobs: Revamp and New Part 3

Skeleton Boy Jobs: Revamp and New Part 4

The Sea Serpents (Info Dump: Revamp)

Sona Jobs: Revamp and New Part 1

Sona Jobs: Revamp and New Part 2

Skelesona Jobs: Revamp and New Part 1

Skelesona Jobs: Revamp and New Part 2

The God of Light Spirits and the God of Dark Spirits (Info Dump)

Siren!sona (Info Dump)

H makes her Sonas more Sona

Dicentra: Tiefling!sona (Info Dump)

Angels Fall AU: Horror AU Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Horror: Angels Fall Skelesona (Info Dump)

Dating Sim LI OCs (Fun Facts)

Mafiadance Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Mafiadance Sonas (Info Dump)

Figure Skating Skeleton Boys and Sonas (Info Dump)

Deap Sea Gods and Sky Gods: Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

The Galaxy Goddesses (Info Dump)

The Mermaid Mercenaries Facts (Info)

Fun fact: Sona Theme

Fun fact: Sans and Papyrus Themes

Fun fact: Voicecanons for Sonas

Fun Fact: Tongue Piercing (Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell Amethyst, and Fellswap Carnelian Boys)

Fun Fact: Romance Novels (Underfell Papyrus)

Other Dragons: Horrortale, Fellswap Carnelian, and Swapfell Amethyst Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Other Dragons: Horrortale, Fellswap, and Swapfell Skelesonas (Info Dump)

The Roles of the Story (Info)

Dreamswap AU: Skeleton Boys and Sona (Info Dump)

Trainersona (Info Dump)

Fell! Black Crow Pirates: Skeleton Boys and Sona (Info Dump)

The Story Pieces: Sonas (Info Dump)

My Outcode Skeleton Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)

Fun Fact (Horrorswapfell Glaucous Papyrus)

The Cursed: Sona (Info Dump)

The Deity of Envy (Info Dump)

The Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: OC Rewrite (Info Dump)

The Galaxy Sisters: Outcode Skeleton Sisters' Diner Rewrite (Info Dump)

The Other Outcode Skeleton Sisters Diner: Rewrite (Info Dump)

Angels Fall AU: Revamp (Info Dump)

Angels Fall Girls: Rewritten (Info Dump)

The Mafia Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Rewritten (Info Dump)

Farmtale Tieflingsona: Harmony (Info Dump)

The Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)

The Horror Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)

The Mafia Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)

The Outcode Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Children OCs Rewritten (Info Dump)

Cursed Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Ghostsona/Robotsona: Rewritten (Info Dump)

Hydrangea's Twin Sister: Helena Rewrite (Info Dump)

Stories Written:

Merry Late Gyftmas (Ranch edition!)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Kioko edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Astro Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Neilles Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Crys Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Fruit Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Kuvvy Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Kay Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Lydia Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Borf Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Didderd Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Rayne Edition)

Merry Late Gyftmas (Rain Edition)

Ruthlessness (Garlan Edition!)

Weapon Match Up (Astro Edition)

Weapon Match Up (Echo Edition)

Choice (Lyric Thing)

Ready as I'll Ever Be (Lyric Thing)

Let's Dance (Prim x DJ)

Holly's Sacrifice (The Adventurers of Millenis Backstory)

Don't Imagine (Sickle)

Don't Imagine (Breaker)

Don't Imagine (Sickle)

Don't Imagine (Parchment)

At All Costs (Lyric Thing: Eclipse x Heliconia)

Can't Catch Me Now (The Betrayed's Lament: Lyric Thing)

The Cursed (Sona Backstory)

Be Strong, Don't Give Up (Dawn x Reader)

Divine Intervention: God Games (Lyric Thing)

Despite Everything... (Nightmare Sans x Cursed Ivy)

Asks:

Kittens, Mama Cat, and a Puppy (Mafiafell Papyrus)

Date (Nightmare Sans)

Romance Soft (Pirate Killer Sans)

Dip (Pirate Killer Sans)

Hug (Pirate Killer Sans)

Charming Him (Nightmare Sans)

Did Verbena know about the Deity of Life? (Cursed H)

[xivu-arath]

this or that

tagged by @rorykillmore

pale blue or pale pink * cottage in the forest or cottage by the beach * kittens or puppies * tea or coffee * france or italy * cardinal or bluejay * apple pie or blueberry pie * summer or winter * relaxing vacation or adventurous vacation* stars or the moon * roses or lavender * harry potter books or harry potter movies * dress or skirt * walk or bike * bubble tea or ice coffee * roller coaster or carousel * cotton candy or funnel cake * gold or silver * going for a picnic or having lunch in a fancy cafe 

tagging @ir-anuk, @soothinghymn, @cappurrccino, @titan-mom, @lathrine, @vergess, @arionwind, @studentofhistory and any other mutuals who feel inclined! I am too lazy to keep putting down urls

[elliesbiatch]

Hungry

Ellie x Fem reader

Reblogs/ comments/ likes are appreciated ily🤍

Warnings: smut ,18+, fluff, mdni, mommy kink, lactation kink, cursing, fingering, lmk if I missed any :)) enjoy 😊

Notes: proofread: kinda :/

Word count: 1k

I lay on the couch in our house as the evening sun shone in on me. Ellie would be back soon and we would be able to spend the rest of the day together. The baby was upstairs asleep and I had spent the day cleaning and cooking Ellie’s favourite dinner.

The door creaks open and I hear Ellie’s heavenly voice, “I’m home babe” she calls and I practically jump up. “Hey mommy” she coos and looks briefly around for our child. “Where is he” she asks as she comes over and wraps her arms around me- kissing my neck. “Upstairs- he’s asleep” I mutter as I start to tingle from her kisses. “Something smells good” she mumbles and I nod my head towards the kitchen.

“You didn’t” she mutters looking down at me. I give her a quick smile before grabbing her hand and leading her to the kitchen. “I love you when you make it” she smiles as I dish her dinner up for her. “How was patrol” I ask as she begins to eat. “Eh” she muttered as she fills her mouth. “You not having any?” She asks looking up briefly. “We already ate” I tell her and she smiles. I clean up a little as she finishes up.

“Was mommy busy today?” She asks, bringing her bowl over to the sink I was standing at. “You don’t have to go call me mommy when he’s not around” I giggle as she smirks and comes up behind me, wrapping her hands once again around my waist. “I like calling you mommy though” she groans into my ear. I close my eyes slightly and try to stop the ache that’s forming for her. “Ellie I’m busy” I cry as she kisses my neck.

“You��ve been cleaning all day, leave it - I’ll do it later” she mutters and turns me around to face her- my back against the sink now. I look up into her green eyes and sigh- I need her so bad. “Kiss me” I croak and she smirks before leaning in. Her lips are soft and pillowy as she moves with mine. Her hands come up to cup my face as we leans into the kiss further. “I missed you today” she mutters into me. “You too” I mumble back, her tongue now entering my mouth.

Her hands make their way down to my neck and then down to my boobs. “Ouch” I cry as she squeezes them slightly. “What’s wrong” she gasps, pulling away and looking at my chest. I was only wearing a tight, grey top with no bra- my boobs hurt from carrying the milk, so this was the best option. Her eyes widen at the two wet spots around my hard nipples. “Fuck- you’re leaking” she mutters in amazement at my round tits.

“Didn’t he drink it today” she mutters, eyes still on my tits. “Yeah- but I’ve been producing so much and he’s asleep right now so” I sigh as I rub over my aching tits. “Come here- I can help” she says, biting her lip and grabbing my wrist. “What? No Ellie” I giggle as she pulls me back into the sitting room and ushers me to sit beside her. “I wanna taste, please mommy” she groans as I raise an eyebrow- she’s never done this before. “Ellie-“ I begin but she cuts me off by standing back up to me and kitten licking over my clothed nipple. “Fuck” I groan as she licks again.

“Please I’m hungry” she giggles into me. Her hands come up to my waist and rub little circles into my skin. I tilt my head slightly and take a shaky breath. “Lemme see them” she begs and I roll my eyes. She does puppy dog eyes so I have no other choice than to cave. “Fine” I mutter before pulling my top off. She mutters something under her breath as she sees my tits bounce out. I groan slightly at the weight of them- they seemed to grow twice their size since I started to breast feed. “They’re so swollen” she mumbles as she once again takes them into her hands.

“Sit down” she begs as I shake my head and smile. “You’re so desperate for a taste of mommy aren’t you “ I coo and she slightly licks her chapped lips and nods her head. I sit down and she straddles me. She gives me a kiss on the forehead before leaning her head down so that her mouth reaches my overly sensitive nipples. She takes my nipple in her mouth and plays with the other one using her fingers. The relief and pleasure I get as she sucks them makes me wet.

She hums into me as milk begins to drip a little down her chin. “Fuck- you taste to good” she groans as she brings her lips up to mine- giving me a sloppy, wet kiss. She then positions her thigh between my legs, “use my thigh to get yourself off” she mumbles as her lips latch around my nipples again. She swirls her tongue around lightly as I begin to grind against her leg. The pleasure is unbelievable as my clothed clit grazes off her. My breathy moans fill the room and all she does is hum in satisfaction.

“Fuck- you’re milked dry” she moans as she detaches from my relieved tits. She brings her forehead to mine and looks me in the eyes as she slips her hand down the waistband of my sweatpants. I let out a little shriek as she slips two fingers into my dripping, needy hole. She hums as she pumps them in and out of me, making my back arch with pleasure. “Y-you gonna make me cum? You gonna thank mommy for giving you her milk” I moan as she nods her head and hums a ‘yes’. “I fucking can’t wait for you to fill up again so I can have more mommy” she groans as i feel my orgasm coming. “I’m gonna cum Ellie” I moan as I grind against her fingers more and more. “Cum for me mommy” she begs.

[bemylord]

being their girlfriend/dating them

or they're as your boyfriend

character: sukuna, itadori, nanami, satoru, megumi.

warnings: fluff to smut hdc, curse words, kinda rough and soft boys + sukuna.

note: or they're as your boyfriend/dating them

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ

i don't think he'd call it relationship or love. just the bond that binding you're together. he also doesn't talkative a lot, he prefers to show you his feelings in actions.

as long as itadori is searching fingers, you'll exist in his domain, being the slave and queen in one time. he'd praising and teach you new techniques, but also may use your body as he wants it.

praising to the degradation - generally, nothing new. if you had been bad either you did something on purpose, there will be no mercy for your body and throat - the king knows the way to punish you.

the cute thing is when you are exhausted from the little practice sukuna does in his small domain: breath had been taken away and your body is sweating. all you want is a little break to catch your breath. despite his selfish and demolished nature, he gives you some time in his lap to debilitate your sluggish body. your arms are wrapping around sukuna's neck by accident - it may seem he doesn't give a damn about it, but he pulls you by the waist, put your head on his athletic chest, and have you in arms 'till you'll wake up.

'you are too weak, brat, more energy, put more fury on me, or did you forgotten that i'm the fucking king of this world?' he laughed, knocking off your attacks. he's got a god complex and perfection. 'i'm getting stronger each second, sukuna, don't make yourself as a god'

you are the one he lets talk like that. being tremendously gentle with you is hard for him - he still being rough and could inflict damage, although, after pain, the king will take affection aftercare. but don't think he would murmur some sweat stuff in your ears, just spooning you is enough.

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

master of the aftercare. sensei of the smooch and teacher of how to cuddle a person. he's good at those things. you never complain of how warm and strong satoru's arms wrapping your waist and his lips are kissing the back of your neck. after rough sex gojo would make an apology with soft kisses all over your figure.

cute fights in the kitchen while cooking. satoru is very needy and sometimes, he could be clingy for your attention, trying to get it whenever he wants to feel your body. even fight doesn't stop him - gojo would fight back and hitting on you.

show everyone that you're taken by him by marks he left on your soft skin last night. satoru would give you an order to dressing a shirt which will show his label on your body - wanna get a punishment? disobey the order; sure, later, you will regret it. however, it will be somewhere in the future, so you do mind disobey him?

whisper on his ear how long you've been craving for his fat dick in your dripping pussy and satoru would stop everything he did later, just to bury his cock deep into you, feeling the outlining of his member in your stomach. it's driving him insane when his fat dick rearranging your insides. no words could describe emotions in his soul when you're scratching his back whilst satoru is doing the pulsative movements inside you. 'does it feel good, kitten, doesn't it? feeling my cock in your little tummy, my god.. put your hand on the lower abs to perceive it' 'satoru~, i-i won't take any longer, give me that~' how could he disobey the order of his little angel?

gojo would degrade you only you've got the bad attitude. at other times - you may hear as he repeats the words 'you're so fucking amazing, kitten' he's hazing at the throbbing feeling in his cock you've been giving him.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ

he's so much loves to play games and dancing with you when he has the time to do that - you'll play all games he bought for those evenings when both of you are playing fools and being kids. he may act like a kid around you, but trust me, he isn't good while railing you.

there's no door named exit while he's eating your out. yuji will apologize for not being close when you want to cuddle him or smack your lips against his. his apologies are mostly his head between your legs and his fingers in your cunt, stretching your walls, preparing you for the night. he makes sure you're enough dripping for his throbbing cock. it gives me a vibe that he'll overstimulated your little clit only with his tongue.

having you in missionary position, leaving the half-moon on your hips, unquenchably fucking your overdose cunt filled up with your juices. but you know itadori adores when you're squirting on his dick, shuddering while giving the huge release. 'that's right, beautiful, give your daddy all juices you've got' his words make you squirt one more time when he's finishing on your chest. quick series of spanking on your cunt and you're melting definitively by him.

but most of the time, you're both doing silly stuff that bothering megumi a lot. actually, you've got a game 'who's bothered megumi first'. it's fun to watch how he's activating shikigami dogs. you're idiots, although happy idiots.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

daddy issues. daddy vibes and daddy chill. you've got no choice but to obey every order he told you to do. no way to escape and no way not being fucked to him if you did have time to do his tasks. his big and strong hands pulling your hair back, so you arch your back, feeling his breath in your ear. scream as loud as you can, 'till you reach the high note you could - he won't stop it.

sweat aftercare in the shower where nanami is washing your hair for you, also massaging your shoulders and kissing your stomach sort of excuses for being too extremely rough with you. but you knew he won't be soft, the language of his sex life is rough and painful. but the aftercare is worth having bruises the next morning around your neck.

nanami is an obsessive and dominant lover, he would mark you as his baby girl, his property, and the woman he's seeing his future with. even if you've got powerful and strong abilities nanami still doesn't allow you to battle the curse. think whatever you want to - he doesn't like the thought of having your dead body in his arms. he doesn't like the thought his small girl would have injuries from the demon.

nanami will show his love in action rather than words. you've got an unspoken rule to kiss your partner when they're tired of the work or giving a good morning/goodnight kiss. even if you're sleeping, nanami kisses your forehead before going to work. nothing could stop him from the morning kiss. you baked warm goods before he returns from the office or battle tired and having no strength. he fucking loves your baked bun.

after work, you make a warm bath for him, where he can loosen his body, burying his face in your hair. 'sweetie, i love you so much, so-so-so much. with you i can enervate myself and get lost in your smell, wrapping arms around your waist, feeling like it's my private heaven'

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ

i've got a feeling he'd be an overprotective boyfriend. doesn't leave you alone with itadori for the reason he's a vessel for sukuna - don't treat him weird, he trusts itadori, but not sukuna. doesn't like when you interrupting his battle using your abilities because it's making him think about implications.

doesn't show his affection among other students because doesn't like being called a clingy or needy puppy. nevertheless, pulling you closer by your waist to show everyone to fuck away from you. megumi would not hesitate to kiss you with a tongue in front of the students to show them you're taken and your man is crazy.

megumi is more like a homeboy. every time you're alone or having time to spend together, you'll be stuck in his arms 'till you both need to go back to the sorcerer-life. cuddling and smooching are his life - in the bathroom, while you're cooking, watching tv-shows, he's arms around your body, therefore megumi is telling sweet nothings in your ear.

sex life with megumi? complicated question. would be bad and good simultaneously. i still have a thought he'd tied you up and use a flogger on your booty for spanking and preparing your pussy for his dick - it was passed on by his genes [wtf his father omg]. makes you squirt a couple of times, also makes you beg for his fat cock before pull it inside unexpectedly. using a collar with a chain to arch your back 'till it crunches and you moaned because megumi literally choking you.

only god knows how much megumi has kinks for you. how much energy he has to rail you all night and be able to continue that after the sun is illumining the room. 'you're dirty little slut, the rays of the sun in our room, and you still have the energy to squirt' degrading you during coitus and praising you in his muscular arms after.

//~~//

fuck. i was planning to post kuroo x reader x kenma but i deleted my work [by fucking accident i hate myself] that i had been writing since morning. sooo, I'll post it tomorrow. so sorry for the grammar mistake i was writing it on my phone.

[astaroth1357]

Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun. 

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up… 

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration… 

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed… 

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan 

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth. 

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes… 

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it. 

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?" 

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus 

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to  apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub 

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else. 

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor 

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

[ikpopwriting]

Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 2,530

Series Masterlist

Chapter Nine: Chef Special

A/N: Shorter than the usual, but here you go!

“Join us.”

You sigh, looking away from Jungkook’s puppy eyes. “I can’t, Kookie. I have to do some editing. Besides, this is a very public place.” You look around the café, deserted for the moment but about to hit the busy hours of the bustling weekday morning.

“Then come with us,” he amends, doe eyes never wavering.

“Yea, come with us,” Taehyung agrees, adding his own puppy eyes to Jungkook’s pleading ones.

You groan, looking at the time. You straighten in your seat. “Don’t you guys have filming today?”

“Yeah. So?” Jungkook’s eyes dilate more, adding to the effect of a pleading puppy. Your heart clenches, and you curse whichever of his parents he got those eyes from. It isn’t fair.

“Don’t make us get Jimin,” Taehyung threatens. “You won’t survive those Mochi cheeks with begging eyes.”

Oh, no. You won’t. He’s completely right.

“Fine. If we get in trouble, I’m blaming the two of you though.”

They smile, and Taehyung closes your laptop as Jungkook pulls your chair out from your secluded table in the back corner of the café. You can feel the warmth from his hands through your thin shirt, but he avoids touching your bare skin. Taehyung, however, slides his hand into yours, barely giving you time to grab your camera bag as he tugs you along after him through the filling shop, no doubt smiling under his face mask. Jungkook trails behind the two of you with your laptop, satisfied look firmly on his face.

Jimin is waiting in the car around the corner, pleasantly surprised to see you climb into the backseat with Taehyung while Jungkook gets behind the wheel.

“Hey, kitten. You coming with us?” he asks as Jungkook hands him a coffee. He takes a cautious sip before smiling over the lid at the younger male.

“Apparently I don’t have a choice.” You sigh at his confused expression. “They pulled out the puppy eyes and begged me to come.”

He blinks, before laughing, eyes turning into crescent slits. He shakes his head, looking between the two boys. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Tae threatened to come get you,” Jungkook tells, smiling. “Said those adorable cheeks were irresistible, which they are.”

The cheeks in question redden ever so slightly, before he turns back around in his seat to face forward. “We’re going to be late.”

You can’t help but smile at the interaction, glad to see certain aspects never seem to go away. You imagine that, like Jimin, you’ll always be flustered by your soulmates’ compliments.

Jungkook grabs Jimin’s left hand, placing it on the gearshift before covering it with his own and twining their fingers together. Your heart melts, the action so sweet.

Taehyung leans into you, lips brushing your ear. “It’s how they’ve always done it, ever since Kookie got his license.”

You watch as Jungkook puts the car into drive, then shifts gears, hand never leaving Jimin’s and careful not to squeeze his smaller fingers too much. It’s such a unique and romantic gesture, and you can’t help but wonder if you’ll share something personal with one of them too.

Taehyung keeps his hand locked with yours until the car pulls into the parking garage of their apartment complex, where he gets out to open your door only to have Jimin beat him to it. The younger huffs in response to the triumphant smirk on the older’s lips as he helps you out of the car. You can’t help smiling at them.

“You know, there are other coffees to get too,” Jungkook says, shaking his head.

“I’ll get them,” you volunteer, moving past the two maknaes locked in a staring match to get them from the front seat, where Jimin had abandoned them. “Knock it off, guys.”

“We’ll have plenty of time to all be whipped for her in the future,” Jungkook says, patting Taehyung’s shoulder. “Let’s get hyungs their coffee before Yoongi kills someone.”

They lead you up to their dorm, neither of the older boys being able to hold your hand for you carrying the extra coffees. You wonder if the others will be happily surprised to see you, like Jimin had been. You hope so.

The door opens before Jungkook can get his key in the lock, ripped nearly off its hinges by an excited Seokjin, who pushes past his other soulmates to hug you as he ushers you inside.

“What a pleasant treat this morning with our coffees,” he says, smiling at you fondly. He takes the coffees from you, grabbing his before handing them off to Namjoon where he’s seated on the couch. He thinks better of the decision, you can see it in his face, but leaves the leader to distribute the remaining drinks. “What brings you to our humble abode this morning?”

“I was blackmailed with puppy eyes,” you say in explanation, taking the seat on the couch beside where Namjoon had sat. “They’re really not fair.”

“You should see Hobi’s,” Yoongi comments, swiping his coffee from the cup carrier in Namjoon’s hands. He takes a sip before nodding in satisfaction. “Hobi beats all of us.” He motions to the man in question, and Hoseok smiles at you from his arm chair, lifting his own coffee to his lips with a wink.

You ignore it, despite your burning cheeks. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“Oh, today is one of Jin’s favorites,” Yoongi answers you, smiling a devious smile. “It’s also his most stressful.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“We’re cooking,” Jimin supplies, but you still don’t follow. “Namjoon will be handling sharp objects while being around hot surfaces and open flames.”

You laugh while Namjoon just stares at his coffee from the couch, where he’s retaken his seat after distributing coffees. “It’s not like it’s intentional, right Joon?” He looks up at you. “Everyone makes mistakes.” He smiles at you, holding out his hand. You place yours in it, and he pulls you into his lap.

“You’re the best soulmate,” he says in your ear. Jin huffs, having heard. “I have the best soulmates.”

You lean back against him. “When do you have to leave?”

“In about twenty minutes,” Hoseok says, checking his phone. “We’re just wasting time now.” Yoongi sits in his lap, sipping on his coffee carefully, and Hoseok wraps his arms around his waist. Yoongi hums, never taking his attention off the hot beverage in his hand. “I’m beginning to think you love coffee more than me, Gi.”

“You shouldn’t think that,” Yoongi says, turning to look at his happy soulmate. “You should know it.”

~*~

The set of today’s Bangtan Bomb is a fully-functional chef’s kitchen in an upscale restaurant, and you can tell Seokjin is envious with how he eyes everything. The boys are at their individual stations, having attempted to make a dish that reminds each of them of their childhoods.

You’re just glad you won’t have to eat any of it, honestly. It’s a mess.

“Namjoon-hyung…your rice is one big clump,” Jungkook says as he eyes the dish in question. “It’s not supposed to look like a brain.”

Namjoon sighs. “At least my dish is recognizable. What the heck did Hobi make?”

“I’m not even sure anymore…” he says, poking the light grey…something with a spatula. It’s somewhat gelatinous, and jiggles with each poke, but has no definite shape.

“Maybe it’s like that stuff from Beauty and the Beast? Secretly delicious?”

“Do you want to try it?” Yoongi asks the maknae, who quickly shakes his head and steps away.

“This is why none of you are allowed in the kitchen!” Seokjin scolds, his perfect kimchi rice proudly and beautifully displayed.

Jimin and Taehyung are simply laughing at each other’s failed attempts, making increasingly bizarre comments. Yoongi’s noodles look the next best, behind Jin’s dish…but, again, you still wouldn’t eat them.

“Well,” the organizer says, clapping his hands. “I think it’s pretty obvious who won this challenge. Congratulations Seokjin. You get to choose your prize.” He turns back to the camera crew, smiling. “And that’s a wrap on today!”

The boys begin untying their aprons, Seokjin coming over to you. “I want to have dinner with you, just us. As my prize.” He takes your hand, kissing it with his eyes on yours. You blush, nodding.

“We have the space for another two hours,” their manager says from over by the camera. “You’re welcome to it.” He winks your way, before helping oversee the dismantling of the equipment and rounding up of the group.

Seokjin smiles. “I’ll cook for us, then.”

You shake your head. “We’ll cook together.”

“Even better,” he links his hand with yours, leading you over to one of the cooking stations as the room clears out. “What should we have?”

“Hmm…” You think, before smiling. “How about some Italian?”

He smiles wider. “A woman after my own heart.” He goes to the fridge. “Is there a particular sauce you have a taste for?”

You pick up one of the discarded aprons, slipping it over your head and tying it around your waist. “I know a delicious recipe for alfredo that’s simple, but just as delicious.” You head to the pantry. “Grab some cream cheese, parmesan, heavy cream, and butter. I’ll get the pasta, garlic, and parsley.”

“On it,” he says. “How about some chicken as well? Maybe some bread?”

“Mm, sounds perfect.” You smile at him over your shoulder. “This will be fun.”

~*~

“So no flour?”

You shake your head. “This is a Keto sauce recipe, but I promise it’s just as good.”

He looks at you doubtfully, but continues whisking the butter and cream cheese together until smooth. “I’m trusting you here. Don’t make me take your kitchen privileges away too.” He winks at you jokingly.

You roll your eyes, emptying the box of pasta into the boiling salt water before putting the cubed chicken in a hot sauté pan. “How about a bet, then?”

“Are you a gambler, sweetheart?” He smiles, adding half of the heavy cream as you had instructed. “What sort of bet?”

“If this turns out as delicious as I know it will, you admit I’m the superior cook.”

He clutches his heart, groaning. “That hardly seems fair. What do I get if your little dish turns out terrible?”

You stir the pasta, handing him the parmesan to add to the sauce pan. “Well, what do you want, Jinnie?”

He stirs for a while, thinking. You add pepper and salt to the sauce while he does, and the rest of the heavy cream goes in as well before he answers.

“I want a kiss.”

Your heart flutters. “A kiss?”

“Yes, sweetheart, a kiss. That’s what I want when I win.”

You snort, shaking your head as you stir the pasta again. “You mean you’ll dream about it when you lose.”

“You have that much confidence in your cooking, do you?” He shakes his head. “Alright, we’ll see.” He keeps whisking the sauce. “What’s next?

“Now you just add the last of the parmesan and the parsley and continue stirring until it thickens,” you instruct, watching as you flip the strips of chicken. He does as you say, and in a couple minutes a beautifully thickened sauce sits in the pan. “Perfect.”

“It smells delicious,” he leans down, taking a big whiff. “How’s the pasta coming?” He cuts the burner down to low, walking behind you. He places his hands on your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder, causing your stomach to flip with butterflies as you swallow hard.

“It’s done.” Your voice is breathier, and you can just see the smile on Jin’s face out of the corner of your eye. You clear your throat. “Plates?”

He noses your neck. “The chicken isn’t finished yet; the plates can wait.” He wraps one arm around your waist, the other extending down yours as he clasps your hand in his, helping you finish flipping the last few slices of meat. “I’m much too comfortable right now.”

You feel yourself leaning into his touch, your body relaxing, and close your eyes. Jin’s broad upper body feels firm behind you, like a protective shield, and you relish in it. He nuzzles your neck some more, breath tickling your skin. If you’re not careful, you think, you’ll get too distracted and burn the chicken. But as you feel the eldest soulmate’s lips lightly touch the skin at the juncture of your neck, you couldn’t care less about food.

Until the clang of dropped tongs makes both of you jump out of your skin, that is.

“Oops,” Jin laughs, bending to retrieve the utensil. “Guess we should be more careful. The chicken is probably done now anyway.” He takes the tongs over to the sink to discard, and you focus on leveling out your breathing. “There’s another pair just there.”

You turn the burners off as he gathers two clean plates and places them on the counter beside you. You use the clean tongs to grab pasta out of the water to plate, before ladling sauce onto them. You top the plates off with strips of perfectly sautéed chicken, and Jin adds a slice of yeast bread to both before carrying them over to a small table off to the side.

“I have to admit, this looks really good,” he says, pulling out a chair for you. “You might win after all.”

“I will,” you assure him confidently, sitting down. He walks back over to the cupboards and produces two wine glasses, grabbing a bottle from the wine cooler as he returns. “Fancy.”

“Only the best for you, sweetheart.” He pours the white whine into the glasses, and offers a toast. “To a lifetime of dates with you.”

You blush redder than the label on the wine bottle as you clink your glass with his. You take a sip, the wine coming to life on your tongue. “Mmm.”

“Alright, I’m ready,” Jin says, eyeing his plate. He twirls some pasta onto his fork before spearing a piece of chicken, and sighs. “Here we go.”

“You are so dramatic. It’s a shame no one has made proper use of those acting skills of yours.” You roll your eyes. “It’s not like you’ll die, Jin.”

He cautiously places the food in his mouth before chewing slowly. His eyes light up, and he moans. “I think I just fell even more in love with you, sweetheart. That’s absolutely divine.”

You smirk triumphantly, digging into your own plate. You have to admit, it is rather delicious.

“You win—which is a shame. I was really looking forward to that kiss.” He sighs, but eats another bite. “You’re the superior chef.”

“There’s enough room in this soulmateship for two amazing cooks, but thank you for knowing your place.” You laugh, and so does he. “I enjoyed cooking with you, Jin.”

“Me too.” He smiles at you; a smile full of love and affection, and butterflies beat at your ribs.

You can feel the expression mirrored on your own face, the feelings you have for these seven men in such a short amount of time nearly overwhelming you.

Just how lucky does one girl get to be in a lifetime?

[j0ne-jjk]

Sex with the Members

Pairing: OT7 Characters: Seokjin, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook Genre: Smut Rating: M 

I originally put this together for an adult BTS group in another location online and it was so popular there, I wanted to post it here for posterity. 

As a reminder: these are OPINIONS. I do not know the guys, nor do I claim to have any actual knowledge of their intimate styles. So if you don’t like it, don’t come at me. 

Seokjin

Jin ultimately wants to ensure his significant other feels safe, comfortable, and desired. He makes it his priority to communicate to his partner how beautiful he finds them.

Jin would be kind and gentle, enjoying slow, sensual love-making over rough and fierce sex. He is constantly checking in with is partner, making sure they are doing okay and still feeling good.

Eventually, he would recognize that he has a praise kink - both for giving and receiving. 

Though not a deal-breaker, Jin would prefer his partner be shorter/smaller than he is so he can feel physically protective. 

To Jin, sex is just another way to express his love to his significant other. He would be willing to explore different kinks, seeing that as a time to create a deeper, more meaningful, trust-filled bond with his partner. 

During kink exploration, he would realize that he likes being choked, so that’s fun... 

Jin’s moans would be loud and slightly nasally. Lots of romantic pet names. He would love to hear his significant other’s moans as well and would encourage them to make noise. 

SEX PLAYLIST: sweet, sappy, Korean ballads.

Hoseok

Hoseok is made of pure sunshine and is always ready with a smile and gentle, encouraging word for his significant other. He would love the times they can laugh together until their sides ache. Hobi’s primary love language is Quality Time, and he would thrive on evening walks along a quiet riverbank, hand in hand, stealing kisses in the privacy of a grove of trees. 

In the bedroom, his sunny personality would continue to shine. Hobi would shower his partner with praise and find little opportunities for giggles throughout sex (slight tickling kink??). He would enjoy making up cute nicknames for his partner and himself in addition to the cute, sappy classics like “jagiya”. 

Hoseok is naturally humble and selfless and prefers to focus on his partner’s pleasure first, while forgetting about his own. When his significant other makes a move to return the favor, Hobi would break out in his signature heart-shaped smile, eyes twinkling with affection. 

Now, our sunshine isn’t necessarily vanilla. Don’t forget, this man is hella flexible, fit, and has killer dancer’s hips. Hoseok would use all of these to his advantage to alternate between pounding into his partner and rolling his hips at just the right angle to hit their sweet spot. 

Hobi’s moans would start out surprisingly low, back in his throat but move higher and more desperate as he gets closer to his release. 

SEX PLAYLIST: 90s rap.

Taehyung

Taehyung is a Daddy Dom, no doubt about it. 

He’s strict, regal, classy, and expects a well-mannered sub. Taehyung would be called Sir and would call his sub kitten or little one. 

He likes seeing his sub in rope or leather bondage and sometimes blindfolded. Taehyung enjoys using toys and light degradation (though nothing too extreme of course, he’s no savage). He will train his sub in edging and orgasm denial, loving the feeling of complete control that he has over them. 

Taehyung would be relatively quiet in the bedroom, more focused on giving instruction and listening to his sub. His moans would be deep and gravelly, much like his singing voice. 

Like any good Dom, Taehyung understands the importance of good aftercare and always tends to his significant other after sex, ensuring they return to a safe emotional space. As soon as the scene is over, Taehyung’s personality changes from demanding Dom to cuddly bear, ready to care for his darling. 

Outside of the bedroom, Taehyung is attentive and doting to his significant other. Of course, he can also be slightly pouty at times, but that can always be fixed with well-timed snuggles, hugs, and forehead kisses.   

SEX PLAYLIST: moody jazz.

Jimin

Listen to me when I tell you: Jimin is a freak in the sheets. It is a fact and no one can tell me otherwise. Some days he would want to be in charge, telling his partner exactly how to please him (power bottom, anyone?), and some days he would be the picture perfect pillow princess. 

Jimin would be willing to try pretty much anything, as long as it wasn’t gross. If he was with a girl, it wouldn’t be long into the relationship before Jimin would bring up his interest in pegging and strap-ons. 

Not shy, Jimin is the kind to send suggestive messages, nude photos, and even videos of himself playing when he’s away from his partner. 

He also loves getting head. Jimin will use his puppy eyes to ask for a blow job at the most inconvenient times. All he needs is a dark corner or broom closet and fifteen minutes and he’ll have his partner convinced and on their knees for him in no time. 

Though his hands are small, he knows how to use his pretty mouth to get his significant other off. Jimin is a fan of teasing and overstimulation (best of both worlds?) and is more than happy to spend quality time with his mouth between his partner’s legs.

Jimin’s moans would be loud, clear, and high, just like his voice. He would babble praises and curse continually, begging his partner to keep going as he nears his climax.

SEX PLAYLIST: dirty, sexy pop music.

Yoongi

It’s no secret that Yoongi is introverted but desires deep emotional and physical connection. He takes his time getting to know his significant other well enough to reach the point of physical intimacy. 

PDA is kept to a minimum, with the exception of hand holding- Yoongi loves holding hands. His large, piano-player hands fit perfectly around those of his significant other, his thumb rubbing gently over their knuckles, fingers squeezing occasionally as a soft reminder of, “I’m still here.” 

The best date is an evening in the Genius Lab, sitting side by side, shoulders touching, taking frequent kiss breaks (it “helps with the writers block”, he claims). Since music is the most important thing to Yoongi, sharing it with his partner is almost as intimate as physical contact. The first time Yoongi shares a new, unfinished song with his significant other, his hands and sweating and his body is trembling like the first time he had sex. 

In the bedroom, Yoongi is attentive, intentional and deliberate. He takes his time to learn everything he possibly can about his partner’s body and pleasure. Sex is slow and sensual, with both bodies pressed fully together to feel as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. 

Yoongi would be relatively quiet during sex, more likely to let out deep gasps and low groans. Occasionally as he reaches his high, his voice cracks in a particularly high-pitched moan, causing a blush to spread across cheeks. Being more of an auditory person, Yoongi would revel in his partner’s moans, encouraging them to make noise. 

Though he appreciates a good blow job, Yoongi actually prefers hand jobs because he can still kiss his partner. 

And of course, I’m not going to let you forget about that Tongue Technology... 

SEX PLAYLIST: underground Korean rap.

Namjoon

Namjoon’s main desire is to express his love for his significant other. Whether it’s a sweet mid morning text, a surprise lunch delivery, or (an attempt at) freshly baked cookies, Joon is always looking for ways to show his partner how much they mean to him. He’s the epitome of romantic. 

With Namjoon, it’s not “sex” but “making love”, and it is sure to be romantic and sensual. Joon wants to make sure his significant other feels beautiful, and enjoys body worship, both given and received. 

Kink exploration is somewhat rare, but Namjoon will try things out if his partner asks. He draws the line at anything that causes pain because it worries him to think that his clumsiness could surface, causing real harm to his partner. 

Aftercare is as important as the actual sex to Joon. He wants to bathe or shower and then cuddle while either talking quietly, watching a movie, or going to sleep.

Namjoon’s moans are deep and low, and during intimacy, his speaking voice is so deep it almost disappears. He speaks in both English and Korean, and groans out so many curse words, it’s almost like he’s invented some of his own. 

SEX PLAYLIST: 90s R&B and slow jams.

Jungkook

Jungkook sheds both his oversized clothing and bad boy stage persona in the bedroom. Always the maknae, he would want to be taken care of during sex. He would love being called “baby boy” or “baby bun” and thrives on praise. Degradation and harsh words would crush him and ruin the mood almost immediately. 

Sometimes bratty (by choice, of course), Jungkook would occasionally inform his significant other that “Kookie needs to be punished.” His favorite punishments include edging and orgasm denial, spanking, and choking. 

Of course, he did work hard for those muscles and has a strength kink for sure. One of his favorite positions is holding his significant other up either pressed up against the wall or with their legs wrapped around his slim waist, while slamming into them. 

Oral is another favorite activity, and Jungkook absolutely loves eating his partner out. It makes his heart so giddy to know that he is the one completely responsible for the pleasure his significant other is feeling. Getting head often makes him cum embarrassingly fast, turning him into a blushing, whining mess.

Jungkook would be very vocal during sex, begging, moaning, and whimpering. His sounds would be high and sweet, with lots of heavy breathing and gasps included. 

SEX PLAYLIST: Ariana Grande or dark, moody music.

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Severus Snape being an awesome teacher and human being

Au Volant - Elsa & Emilie

He makes sure to let students work on their own when they brew Amortentia. They only have to pass in a list of things they smell and he draws little smiley faces on them because he knows a lot of kids are very insecure about their feelings. (Once a kid passed in a list that just said, I’m sorry Professor but it doesn’t smell like anything, and on their paper Severus drew an ace and aro flag and a time for the student to be at Mcgonogall’s office that weekend for tea, along with a smiley face and an O grade.) (The student was Newt.) (Hailee’s just read, People are gross and if I fall in love with one I want you to kill me, to which Severus responded, Valid, and drew her a picture of a turtle.)

He makes fake batches of Felix Felicis and gives one to every student secretly before their O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s so they feel extra confident going into the test but aren’t actually cheating.

He knows his area is Potions, but he teaches defense spells to students who come after class or report bullying anonymously. Severus Snape does not fucking stand for bullying in his classroom or outside of it. If you dare to pick on one of his students, he will burn you so hard with his mere words that you will wish you were dead. Do not fuck with Severus Snape’s kids.

On parent-teacher day, he drinks different batches of Polyjuice Potion to imitate certain students, all of whom hide away in their dorms after drinking a fine batch of invisibility potion. He then follows these select parents around and endures their horrifying, demeaning remarks about their “failure of a child” so his students don’t have to. He makes sure to give these students glowing praises to their parents when it’s his turn to offer feedback (after making up an excuse to go to the bathroom as the student), and takes mental notes of the parents’ most prominent criticisms so he can be sure to compliment those parts of his students during their next assignments (and also just because).

He brews sleeping potions for students he knows stay up all night studying and sometimes slips it into their drinks if they refuse to take it willingly. He then gives them back their (usually almost flawless) tests with the note that if they want a full O they need to sleep more.

He invites kids he knows don’t have many friends to have dinner and lunch and breakfast in his classroom whenever they’d like. He tries to make friends with some of them too, hoping to make their lives a little less lonely than his was.

He keeps an eye out for abusive home situations. He does his best to come up with excuses for those unfortunate students to stay at Hogwarts over breaks or to visit often over the summer. He tries to find them friends that will help them the way James helped Sirius and Regulus, and speaks to Mcgonogall about opening a home for these kids on campus. He does his best to be the parent he knows these kids don’t have, and is open about his own horrid past in hopes of getting some of them to fess up so he can help them better than he can without hearing it explicitly from their mouths.

He uses his Pensieve to collect happy memories of and for his students to reflect on when they need to and they sit in the corner of his classroom. (Among them are his wedding day to James and Lily, the day Harry was born, a couple playdates with the other Marauder children, Sirius and Remus’ wedding day, studying with Remus, pranking James with Sirius, Sirius and James asleep cuddled together with Remus on the couch in ugly Christmas sweaters, his son and many nieces and nephews playing dress-up, reading with Hermione and exploring with Luna and Newt, dancing with Draco (he likes to dance but was always ashamed to do it at the Malfoys), going on long drives with Regulus, the Blacks’ funeral (Regulus and Sirius performed a very gay stripper dance on top of their graves, it was beautiful), and many, many more.) Sometimes he can see his saddest students watching them and smiling, and their sad eyes twinkling make him smile.

He brings in a box of small kittens, puppies, and bunnies one day and lets them wander around the classroom. Some kids start crying because they haven’t felt this loved in years. After an incident with a bad potion and a rainbow puppy, he stops bringing them all out during class, but they’re there on the weekends and whenever a student needs to hug one (or borrow one, much to Mcgonogall’s chagrin).

He works to break down House biases and help students develop inter-House relationships and friendships. He wants every student to be proud of their House and not to treat anyone differently because of theirs. He creates (with Dumbledore, Sirius, and Regulus’ help) an annual House Pride, in which every student dresses up in their House colors and has their nails and skin painted and everyone is smiling and laughing and waving flags with their House emblems in the air. Even the teachers get in on it.

He stresses the importance of friendships, communication, and choices. He urges students not to make his mistakes by treating their friends well, talking about their feelings even if they’re ugly, and making the right choices in life for you and your loved ones, even if those choices are hard. He invites Lily in to talk about this too sometimes.

He sends out his Patronus every night to wander around the school. Often it comes back to him with nothing, but sometimes he can hear a student crying through it. He’ll instruct his doe to sit with the student until he gets there, and then he’ll walk around the castle, pretending to “accidentally” happen upon the crying student. He’ll sit with them until they’ve calmed down and listen if they want to talk and then take them to their dorm, bidding them goodnight and get well soon.

He gives students hugs when they want them. He didn’t want to originally, but Harry would greet him every class with a hug, and then one day Draco came in crying and attached himself to Severus like a sloth, so he patted him on the back and continued to hug him. Not long after, Hermione couldn’t figure out a potion and burst into tears out of frustration, turning and burying herself in his chest. After Luna wrapped her stick arms around his neck for no reason, Severus just accepted his fate and let his students hug him.

A lot of first years get scared in the hallways, since the staircases move and everywhere is incredibly crowded and they are oh so very small. Severus will often hold the hand of the most anxious ones for the first few weeks and walk them to class. Eventually they become more confident with the castle and themselves and stop needing it, but the occasional sixth year will slip their hand into his just because sometimes.

He walks around campus with students sometimes. He can tell when they’re nervous or sad or angry and he takes them on walks around the outskirts of campus and lets them vent. He also teaches them how to throw curses at the Whomping Willow just because (it’s for Remus but nobody’s gonna say it out loud).

He teaches students how to walk dramatically (as he should). He puts on student drag shows in the Great Hall with James’ help (who always kisses him way too enthusiastically because of it) and Dumbledore’s permission (so long as he gets to be the finale). The students work with Sirius on their drag looks and Sirius and Remus both join in the drag show for the opening act. Sirius’ job is to design and create the students’ looks while Remus tells them they look pretty and tames their stage fright. Severus just sits in the audience smirking while Lily screams in delight. (Regulus also shrieks with excitement eventually, though he does usually spend the first half trying to look disinterested.) (Peter’s job is to get the cookies and sweets (and underage alcohol).)

He turns into his snake Animagus form sometimes without warning when his students aren’t looking and just slithers around the classroom scaring the crap out of people. His favorite students are the ones brave enough to pet him. Harry and Newt are the only ones brave enough (and allowed) to wind him around their shoulders. Severus and Harry sometimes have conversations in Parseltongue.

He invents spells to help with dyslexia and other learning disabilities in his spare time. When he’s done with that he plans to try looking into some cures to mental illness. He’s thinking possibly a potion that treats PTSD by replacing traumatic memories with pictures of puppies, unicorns, bunnies, cats, and parrots. What do you think?

He tries hard to come up with solutions and modifications to his lessons for students with ADHD. He often talks to James about what the best steps to take are because James has ADHD. (So does Sirius, but his insecurities are bad enough that he won’t talk about it with anyone but Remus and James.)

He plays the violin sometimes during tests and uses Sonorus to make it echo throughout the classroom. Occasionally he cancels class and just plays until most of his students fall asleep. Those who want to work on extra work can, but he tries to keep their stress and general teenage angst to a minimum. (Though he encourages the emo phase.)

One of the first things he does after the Prank is get to work on a lycanthropy solution for Remus. After a couple years he invents the wolfsbane potion, but it doesn’t quite do the trick. Eventually he manages to figure out the cure, and when Remus finds out he cries so hard he can’t breathe right for days. (Sirius also cries. So does James. And Peter. And Lily and Regulus and Mcgonogall. Seriously, everyone cried and everyone hugged him and Severus tried to get away by transforming into his snake form but toddler Harry just grabbed him and refused to let go, so that didn’t work.) (He also helps Remus become a wolf Animagus when he asks almost a year later.)

He teaches certain kids Occlumency and Legilimency after school. It’s strictly for kids he knows come from abusive homes, whether they’re open about it or not, so they can tell when it’s going to be a bad night and get away or protect themselves. He teaches Occlumency for those who need to hide things from their parents (like Sirius and Regulus used to) and Legilimency to all, just in case. He focuses on stealth and untraceable versions of the craft to earn the kids as much time and protection as he can.

He figures out how to remove the Dark Mark from his own arm after the war. The next person he calls is Regulus, whose he also removes. He writes down the entire process and when the war starts up again, he keeps an eye out for students suddenly wearing long sleeves. He speaks with those he does find and helps them to make the right choice and join the right side of the war, starting with removing that horrid tattoo. (Draco bawls uncontrollably when Severus removes his.)

When they do the lesson on Veritaserum, he’s extra careful to make sure students don’t test it, especially on themselves or their friends. It, along with Amortentia, is the most guarded potion in his stash. The only times he uses it is when a student from an abusive home is too scared to tell him what’s going on, in which case he finds them somewhere private, asks them if they’d be okay with it and if so which teacher they want to be there to ask the questions (usually Remus, Sirius, or himself), and then administers the potion and leaves or begins to ask yes or no questions. It’s helped a lot of kids escape their families.

He tries to ease trepidations about himself early in the school year, since he’s aware he can be intimidating and the rampant stories regarding his time under Voldemort (though entirely as a spy) do not help. His friendships with Remus and Sirius often serve to alleviate students’ fears though, as they tend to tell embarrassing stories about him from their own Hogwarts days that make him seem more human (and make him want to strangle them, but that’s neither here nor there).

Every year, he works with Remus and Lily to arrange Muggleborn Pride. It’s an incredibly popular event with tons of Muggle inventions and artifacts floating through the air over students’ heads. At any time they can reach up and pull one down to study it. Many students dress as their favorite Muggle icons and characters. Because of this, Muggleborn students are more comfortable being who they are than ever before. (Some have even reclaimed the word Mudblood by setting up mud pits during their Pride.) (They also have more Slytherin Muggleborns now than any other time in recorded history.)

He tells Regulus’ story to every class of students, to teach them what true bravery is and how love and family, even if not blood, can change the course of history. Regulus survived his encounter with the Horcruxes and worked to destroy them and eventually Voldemort, but now lives away from the public eye in a secluded part of Muggle London. He and Severus are friends and visit often, and Regulus will occasionally come back to Hogwarts to say hello to his brother and mum (Remus), but for the most part he keeps his life intensely private. He allows his family to tell his story because he wants other kids to know they are not alone and that there is a way out, and that you are not a bad person for things you did in your childhood. Severus does his best to do it justice.

He has incredibly loud arguments with Dumbledore until he finally agrees to implement sex ed as a mandatory class at Hogwarts. Severus works with the other Marauders on the curriculum and they try to include multiple angles and identities in their lesson plan. At first they try to trust Remus with it, but Remus doesn’t go anywhere without Sirius who is less than tactful and Remus himself has some deadpan sarcasm and a lack of shame to rival James Potter’s, so. They try Lily. She can’t stop giggling. Finally they beg Regulus to come back and teach it. He’s surprisingly… perfect for the job. (He steals parenting books from Amir, that’s his secret.)

When James visits, everything becomes chaos for a bit. While he mostly hangs out with Sirius and Remus and causes trouble with them, he certainly seems to enjoy sitting in the back of Severus’ classroom and bothering him during lessons. The only way to get him to leave is to turn into a snake and wind himself around his shoulders, which makes James shriek and sputter and run away (James has always had an irrational fear of snakes; odd that he married one then, innit?). But when James isn’t causing chaos, he’s following Severus around adoringly and grabbing at his hand, whispering jokes in his ear and kissing his cheek. Despite all of the times he’s a pain in the ass, there are always these little moments that remind Severus why he fell in love with him in the first place (entirely unwillingly and with much stubborn pride on both ends, but, well. It is what it is and they got here eventually, so that’s all that matters).

When Lily visits, everything is calm. She reigns all of the Marauders in and forces them to have picnics under the tree where they all used to do homework. She often holds Severus’ hand and dances with him there, turning his insides to useless goo. She’s always full of laughter and fairy bells, and though she makes every student question their priorities and life decisions, she’s a favorite of them all. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t pull him aside and say, “You’re a lucky, lucky man.” (Or, in James’ case: “Fuck, love, how’d we bloody manage that?” (Severus just shrugs. It’s not like he knows.))

He helps kids with autism feel more like they belong. He also works to educate non-autistic students how to better socialize and respect those who are, and takes extra care to dispel myths about autism and its causes, effects, and characteristics. Lily helps when she can.

Above all, Severus tries to give his students the education he never had. Anything he can provide for them he will. He’s been given a second chance and by Merlin is he going to bloody use it.

[sw124]

BonelyHearts Reader insert 2

{Gender Neutral!ReaderXSkeleton household}

Foxes and Chickens!

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“Why are we even doing this?”

Boss growled as he checked his black tank top once more, everyone stood dressed in ‘gym-class’ attire. Well somewhat, everyone was either in tank tops or short sleeve shirts and basketball shorts. You though were in sweatpants and a baggy tank top. But you were smiling your head off, today was ‘your’ day. All of you gathered inside the large basketball/gymnasium of the Rec Center.

You stood confidently with your hands on your hips.

“Today boys we are playing a game from when I was a kid.”

The skeletons looked at you, a tad perplexed but could see you were not going to be swayed, Poplar spoke up next.

“What is it called?”

You beamed. “Foxes and chickens!”

Their expressions did not change, you chuckled and decided to explain further.

“This game is a mix between Tag and Hide’n seek, one of us is the ‘Fox’ and the rest of us are ‘Chickens’. The ‘Chickens’ will be given about a minute to find a place to hide, then the lights go out and the ‘Fox’ with their flashlight will go looking for the ‘Chickens’ among the mats or ‘Coops’ as I like to call them. The last ‘Chicken’ to be found is the winner and the get to be the ‘Fox’ in the next round! Everyone get that?”

The skeletons looked at each other, Blue’s eyes sparkle; this did sound like fun. Not one to shy away from challenges Boss and Papyrus were all for it as well.

“Yes, we’re in! What are the rules?” Asked Blue.

“The rules are simple, when you find your hiding spots you stay in that spot until the fox finds you, you can only hide in or around the mats, when your found you must sit by the entrance and wait until all the players are found, no helping the ‘Fox’ in anyway by revealing hiding spots thats cheating, no running or teleporting to different hiding places, you can share hiding spaces and lastly there is absolutely, positively...NO BETTING!”

Instantly you hear Blue whine, you go over and give him a half-hearted hug, playfully petting his head like he was a kitten.

“Mwah, there, there baby Blue, you can bet on something else.” You chuckle when he pushes away, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Ok, ok, now that everyone knows the rules lets start the game, first though lets see who wants to be the ‘Fox’ in the first round.”

Instantly Blue and Papyrus raised their hands, oh this was gonna be tough to pick. You opted to flip a coin to see who gets to be first as the ‘Fox’. Papyrus chose heads Blue chose tails....it came up tails. Blue happily took the flashlight and waited outside.

“Ok everyone, one minute to hide!” You squeal as you bolted for the ‘coops’.

Everyone scrambled to hide as well, you found a sweet hiding place, one of the mats that was standing up had a small fold where you easily fit into. You shut it tight almost like a door and waited, you could hear everyone else scrambling for a hiding spot. You restrained a another squeal when the lights went out, you heard the gym doors open.

“Ready or not here I come!”

You covered your mouth as you heard Blue run all over, calling out the names of everyone he found. The first person he found was Stretch, you knew that cause Blue was shouting how he didn’t bother to hide properly...and Blue shouted out his name. In fact he was shouting everyone’s name the moment he found them. After Stretch was Rus, followed by Sans, Ash and Poplar then Boss, Red was cursing at Blue for shining the light right in his eyes,; finally Papyrus and Nox were found. You were knew you were the last but Blue still couldn’t find you.

You could hear him running past your hiding spot more then four times, peeked out and saw him. His back was to you, a Cheshire grin formed on your face as you snuck out. Tip toeing closer you reached both hands out and-

“FOX!”

You yelled as grabbed his sides, he yelped and dropped the flashlight. Laughing you bolted, weaving in and and around the mats. Blue squawked out something and gave chase, you ran for the gym entrance and without thinking did a baseball slide towards the group. You laughed when you collided into them, not hard, you slowed down enough where you just barely pushed some of them. You slid into Papyrus and Sans, Blue ran up and huffed.

“That was rude! You said no changing hiding spots!”

You laughed. “I wasn’t changing hiding spots, I was the last to be found so I just saved you the trouble of finding me. Besides I couldn’t resist giving you a little surprise!”

Oh you knew Blue was gonna get back at you, it was why you had to be sure to find him quickly in the next round.

An so the game continued, Ash won the next round, Blue did get you back when it was your turn by jumping out at you but in doing so ruined not just his hiding spot but also Nox and Red’s. Everyone got their chance to win, you actually enjoyed Rus being the ‘Fox’ in one round cause he’d constantly was muttering a curse if he couldn’t find someone.

After a while you checked your watch, over two’n a half hours had past since you started the game. Wow how time flies, you waited till the current round was over before announcing the end of the game, it was time to get some lunch anyway.

“Ok everyone’s been found, its getting close to lunchtime so lets pack up the mats and grab some food.”

“We’re already done?”

Oh man, it wasn’t fair to see half of their faces go into ‘sad puppy’ mode but you only rented the place for three hours and you had to put everything back, which would take twenty minutes with everyone’s help.

“Sorry guys but I only rented out the place for a little while, besides we can do this again another, that and we need to put the mats away properly.”

That answer was suffice, everyone....well almost everyone pitched in, Sans and Rus were laying on one mat they set aside. But that was rectified by Boss and Nox, flipping the mat they were laying on over. It took a bit longer then you thought but you had five minutes to spare, you went and told the Rec-center supervisor you were finished and got your deposit back. He’s such a sweet old man, with that you went back to the others and told them to clean up and change into their street clothes. You went and did the same, despite it being a low energy game you and the boys still worked up a sweat.

Once that was done you all proceeded to walk towards the restaurant in question, you had reserved a spot in a nice little Japanese noodle place you like to frequent. They had all kinds of delicious noodle based dishes that you hoped would please some of the skeletons, it was also a very accommodating place as it had an entire menu dedicated to people who were vegetarian. You piled into the large round booth, sitting between Poplar and Ash.

As you waited for your drinks and enjoyed an appetizer of tempura sweet potatoes, you decided to see what they thought of the game.

“So did you guys have fun?” You were a little worried..

“A tad immature but it was still an enjoyable experience, something we can do at least once in a great while.” Said Boss taking a sip of water.

“I liked it a lot, its a nice change of pace.” Said Rus as he munched on his sweet potato.

“It was a wonderful game human, thank you for sharing such a fun cherished game with us!” Said Papyrus.

“Yeah, gotta admit it was fun, ya didn’t have to do much when you got to hide and being in the dark hiding in the mats...I can see why a game like that is fun for you.” Said Sans giving you a playful wink.

You smiled, beaming at everyone. Soon the waiter arrived to take everyone’s order, you helped Ash and Poplar make a choice from the vegetarian menu. You tried some of the stuff on that one and recommended the Ramen bowls with fried tofu in it along with the beautiful array of colorful veggies such as mushrooms and cabbage.

You went with the kitsune soba while everyone else got Ramen, when you got your food it was a treat seeing everyone trying to eat with chopsticks. Yeah it was mean of you but seeing some of them struggle you told them there were forks wrapped in the black cloth napkins placed around the table. You had gotten some deadpan looks from some of the skeletons but all you could do was smile, you used chopsticks before and were pretty good at using them.

You took a moment to look at everyone, some engaged in a conversation, some content on the food itself or simply listening to others talking. It filled you with a sensation of comfort, you couldn’t have asked for better neighbors or friends.

“So, human.”

Your attention was grabbed when Nox spoke up.

“What game do you plan to show us for next time?”

End.

[For some backstory, this was a game I played back when I was in grade school. Normally durning my gym class we’d go outside and play during gym but of course if was winter or raining we’d stay inside the gym. One rainy day our gym teacher came up with this game and I loved it so much, I wanted to do a fanfic that was more innocent. The world is so serious and telling us we need to ‘grow up’ but sometimes its nice to be a little kid again and thats why I wrote this particular Reader insert. Oh this is also for the @bonelyheartsclub I hope you enjoy it, it was such a treat to write]

[augment-techs]

“I’m—I’m fine. I’ve had worse.” for Ziggy and whoever you want

The blood soiled the clothes he'd been wearing for less than two weeks as easy as anyone else.  Since he'd been fifteen and drawn into the sentry ranks with almost no choice in the matter other than surrender or death, this was something he'd gotten used to. Waiting forever to get new or barely used clothing, only to have it damaged or ruined just after from his inevitably poor luck. Someone actually being there to care about Ziggy in the aftermath of having been inflicted with pain and injury was an almost entirely new experience, though. * Ziggy had been undergoing a lot of new experiences--same as every last one of the other sentries--since the Ranger Slayer ascended Drakkon's throne and set to work making an effort to make the world better. Though, maybe he had the other sentries beat, just the tiniest bit? Even his closest friends and mentors in their small, cloistered group of those not considered heartless, who actually cared about the people out in the world they were supposed to protect, didn't have a superior officer (a Red Sentry CAPTAIN) that was summoned by the Ranger Slayer herself into the throne room the same day as the transfer of power after all the speeches; that allowed Ziggy to tag along because, "Well, everyone will find out by tomorrow, anyway. You might as well put that motor mouth to good use." Ziggy had been under the wing of a goddamn Coinless spy. A General among the people that had been fighting the good fight since before Ziggy was born; who had been hugged by the last vestiges of Angel Grove's living Rangers (Dillon and Scott had to hold him along his shoulders when Ziggy had told them in the barracks that night, he was bouncing in his bed hard enough with such a big smile that it was like he was two years old again without a basic understanding of social constraints; Summer and Flynn just tried not to look too smug that all of them were getting free meals from their own Captains T.J. and Kelsey over having won a bet they'd all made about their favorite Red Sentry) and took his helmet off in front of Ziggy for the first time to introduce himself, not as Captain Williams, but as Eugene Skullovitch, "Skull for short, though. I think you've earned it, kid." Then Ziggy had been introduced to his Captain's best friend in the whole world (Summer had squeaked and almost shouted that she knew who Ziggy was talking about when he described him, "That was Bulk, Ziggy! THE Bulk!") and gotten the biggest hug in his whole life while being doted on by the vast bear of a man speaking of him in glowing terms that had Ziggy limp as a kitten blushing like mad, "Oh, you're the Ziggy I've heard so much about! Skull talks all about you on the wireless, but I think he might have been joking just a tiny bit when he said you're seventeen. Be honest, you're more like fifteen, right? All this hair and wiry muscle, you have to have been pulling his leg?" "Bulk," the Ranger Slayer, who insisted on being called Kim (jesus-fucking-christ) by anyone Skull called friend (which really just meant trust-worthy or not a complete asshole) among the ranks, had put a stop Bulk's mother henning with a gentle tap on the man's shoulder, "Not everyone is built like we were in the old days. I'm sure he'll get more meat on his bones as things improve." It had been awkward after, Ziggy walking with his Captain back to their rooms to find Ziggy's group of friends and the two other Captains; with all of them just gaping at the man's face like they'd never get the chance again. The days that followed with the rebuilding and the Coinless in the halls and taking care of the general populace that had to be told of the change in power and the defeat of Rita. It was tiring, but Ziggy had gotten to spend ten times as much time with his friends and just...not being an enforcer for Scorpina or Drakkon or the like, that he actually allowed himself to relax into the way things were going.  He'd signed up for night classes that some of the Coinless and retiring sentries were teaching. He'd been granted two days a week where he

didn't have to dress in his Black Sentry fatigues, could sleep in, could enjoy himself. Ziggy should have known that not all the new changes were appreciated by everyone. There were sentries, after all, who had been totally okay with the way things were with Scorpina, who were afraid of Drakkon like everyone else, but had been prepared to live their lives entirely by the pathological psychopath's way. There were those that had found Skull's being a spy to be an insult or actual betrayal. Those kinds of people always noticed that they could never address their issues with who they thought was the source of their anger; they never would have confronted Skull, even alone, even on his days off where he went out in leather jackets and jeans and could still beat anyone who bothered him into the ground, no problem.  So, Ziggy really shouldn't have been surprised to being decked the one day he'd gone out alone to check out some of the new apartments and prefabs he and his...friends? Could they really be called just that when they all kissed and touched more than any other groups Ziggy had ever seen?...were thinking of moving into since the barracks had become a little too impersonal to them. And, maybe, he was less surprised about the beating, than he was about how many people were doing it in tandem, with such efficiency as to render him unconscious within the first five minutes. * Yeah... Ziggy was more surprised to wake up, not in some filthy alley that had once been a desolate place to have battles with the walking corpses Rita Repulsa had walking around taking out everyone they could, but on a couch that could almost pass as new. His wiry frame tucked into blankets like some precious thing, head on a pillow that was so fucking soft it was unreal, the smell of the place a familiar comfort without knowing just where he was... The pain of his arm being swabbed with medical ointment. "OW OW OW!" "Ah, calm down you big baby," Skull practically grumbled like a much put-upon old dog answering the whines of a puppy that had stepped in a puddle and scared itself, "It hurts because it's working. This is actually good medicine and not that watered down crap the medics try and conserve." "How would you know that," Ziggy questioned with as much fizzy sass he could muster with a handprint around his neck, one eye changing color around the edges from the sucker punch that laid him out, countless cuts and scrapes, and a possible concussion that Dillon was gonna be pissed about when he arrived at Skull's apartment in the next hour when he got off his sentry shift, "You steal it out of the medical wing?" "I grow my own herbs, actually. Having a background in Classics means I'm good at recollecting things that might actually be useful when I need them. They might not be fully up to code, but they usually work anyway." Callused fingers dipped into a glass jar and traced the bruising Skull had already gone over, adding a warm, clear liquid that clung to the scrapes and coloring that his skipping stone, underwater eyes kept wandering back to; the feeling cool as mint and the smell mixing in with whatever Skull was boiling in the fireplace on a chain--not entirely unpleasant, but it still had Ziggy squirming in discomfort of being doted on in any capacity. "I'm..." Ziggy started again, trying to ignore the itching behind the eyes when Skull moved into checking the marks around his neck, spider-like and delicate and kinder still than he had any right to be with someone he'd had to defend without being asked, hauled back to his own home and been made to feed and water and treat better than someone like Ziggy deserved. (He'd done so much for Ziggy already, from the moment the Red Sentry Captain had kept him from getting a thrashing by a Yellow Sentry when Ziggy had screwed up one time too many and mouthed off; from the man getting him transferred into Dillon's squadron under supervision from Commander Park with Skull checking in every couple of days; from bailing Ziggy and his friends and ordinary people out of fires

and floods and death holes the cursed spirits of Repulsa found them in too many times to count.)  "Yes?" Skull prompted, pausing to wipe his hands on a wet cloth and wrangle the kettle out of the fire. He poured something that smelled delicious into an adorable little leaf and butterfly embossed teacup on a saucer with two little sticks of shortbread on the side. "I'm fine," Ziggy finally got out as he took the offering, taking a sip of something spicy and warm before trying to continue through the stopping point in his throat, "I've had worse." Skull took a huge swig from his own cup like it was nothing more than a shot and looked directly at the boy he'd made his charge, regardless of whether it was a good idea at the time, "And that last bit is exactly why I know you're not fine." The young man tried, he really tried to contest that, but his eyes were wet now, and Skull raised his hand to stall anything his famous motor mouth could pour out into the air between them. "But you will be."

[intimidating-fettuccine]

can we have some friendship with toby headcanons? i feel like there aren't many of those so if you could do it i'd be really happy! thank you so much i hope you have a great day~!

The absolute best friend you could ever have~

The absolute most ride or die friend you will ever fucking have. Toby is so devoted to his friends and he will always make sure that you're loved and cared for.

Expect him to text you cursed memes at 3 am and insight laughter or terror within you from them. He also always sends photos of kittens or puppies afterward to take away the cursed feeling.

He always has friendship bracelets/necklaces/rings of some sort with all of his friends, and you are no exception. They usually have two colors if they're bracelets, his and yours, plus your names on them.

Often comes to you for some good platonic snuggles. During these cuddle sessions he tends to talk about his day while asking about yours as well, he might complain about some of the other creeps, or the two of you might just browse memes on the internet for a while.

He can be sassy if he wants to be and he will not hesitate to sass you and your life choices to get a laugh out of you. Also owns a pink feather boa for these sassy occasions.

Blanket forts? Blanket forts. Prepare to have a blanket fort night at least once a week where you both go to one of your rooms and build a big blanket fort, bring in some snacks, and watch movies or play games for the evening. Sometimes BEN joins in on these get-togethers.

[rambler-of-procrastination]

all 50 questions, and for 44: either jeff bezos, bill gates, and elon musk (most cursed) or Kevin, Stuart, and Bob from Despicable Me (the funniest question)

bestie what the hell

do you have a crush on anyone?

yes what’s your favorite candy?

forget name of it tbh favorite love song?

dont listen to them often what was your first kiss like? uh. it was. yeah. a first kiss. what was your last kiss like? it was my first kiss sexual/romantic orientation? ig im coming out as aceflux online and uh queer romantic do you prefer poems or love letters? love letters favorite fanfic trope? dont read fanfic have you ever been in love? idk what love is described as for me so. not sure favorite milkshake flavor? depends on place dinner dates or brunch dates? both?? favorite flowers? daisy favorite perfume/cologne? idk what it is but its a neutral scent my grandmother used to use favorite candle scent? lavender what’s your ideal first date? no clue favorite love story? no clue what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? idk - their style is their style dont want to force someone to change for me chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet? cupcakes? chocolate w vanilla frosting snow, rain, or sun? sun sweetest romantic memory? uh. no clue favorite dating sim (and favorite character)? dont know any fictional crushes? plenty. rather not say all what’s your dream wedding like? my parents not there for reasons i shall not get into here what makes you blush? literally everything- do you believe in love at first sight? uh. to a degree? like you can think "oh that person is (insert compliment here) do you believe in soulmates? uh kinda? denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? whatever they want to wear if its asking their style what’s your sign? Sagittarius are you single? atm. yes. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? be charmed tbh guitar or piano? i like listening to both favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? no clue do you fall in love easily? probably valentine’s decorations: yay or nay? eh. not needed but sure would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? i would rather propose!! uh. somewhere quietish. cloud gazing or star gazing? star do you like to dance? nope what’s your OTP? in atypical a show i love casey and izzie kittens or puppies? both coffee, hot chocolate, or tea? hot chocolate or tea both good favorite soda? dr. pepper mixed with bargs root beer do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? idk... both favorite ABBA song? gimme gimme gimme comes straight to mine fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) kill all the minions can live but. not them. favorite pajamas? i dont wear pjs /gen favorite liquor? dont drink do you think about love a lot? yeah a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? either or hand kisses or nose kisses? both- what’s your dreamhouse? no clue.

thank you for the ask

[robininthelabyrinth]

I've been thinking on this for ages, but I can't decide on a character, maybe Leonard Snart, Lan Wangji or Wei Wuxian. He saves, on purpose or by accident, a baby dragon. The dragon takes a shine to him and decides to hoard him. It's tiny, so the hoarding is really ineffective. It consists mainly on riding on shoulders and hissing at everyone. It's really cute.

Lan Wangji

“I like you! I’m going to keep you!” the tiny little dragon said, grinning widely. It was only large enough to fill two hands, black scales with red whiskers, and it had a mouth made for smiling.

“Get lost,” Lan Wangji said, walking faster; his uncle had explained regarding Wei Wuxian’s unusual cursed state so that he would be aware of it, but somehow his uncle had failed to mention how horribly cute Wei Wuxian’s little dragon form was.

“Lan Zhaaaaaan, you don’t meant that…!”

Wei Wuxian

“Her name is Chenqing,” Wei Wuxian said proudly, holding out his hands to show her off. “I found her wrapped around an old flute and I’m keeping her.”

The little serpentine dragon rolled around happily in his hands, lolling around and holding her little arms out in a big stretch. “Uh-uh,” she said, her voice a little kitten whisper, wrapping her tail around his wrist. “Mine!”

“Well, that’s new,” Jiang Cheng said faintly; a glance at Lan Wangji’s face revealed he also didn’t know exactly what to say. “But I suppose…congratulations are in order?”

Jiang Cheng

Zidian is his mother’s, long lithe and silver except when she’s sparking purple; she’s fiercely independent and hates anyone touching her but her master. Jiang Cheng loved to look at her as a child, the way she twisted around her mother’s hand like a bracelet, around her neck like a necklace, even around her ear, hissing a joke that only she can understand.

He’s wanted to have her in his hands since forever.

Not like this, though.

Nie Huaisang

“I found a little bird,” Nie Huaisang explained happily. “A little goldfinch! We only have eagles and vultures in Qinghe.”

“I can’t believe you brought it into the lecture,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Well, I couldn’t leave her behind! I found her right before I arrived.”

“Uh, Nie-gongzi?” Wei Wuxian, who was peeking under the cloth of the cage, said. “I don’t think this is a goldfinch.”

Wei Wuxian pulled off the cloth. The little gold-scaled dragon beamed at them from the perch, long whiskers waiving in the air.

“…yes?” Nie Huaisang says. “Is it a sparrow, then? I’m really not good with birds.”

Lan Xichen

Alone in seclusion, Lan Xichen wondered if he’d spent his entire life in service to others. To his uncle, who feared him becoming his father; to his brother, who he sought to protect; to his sworn brother, who betrayed him; to his sect, to their principles. They still meant everything to him, all of them – dead or alive – but…he was tired.

He lifted a finger to trace the head of the little dragon that had blown in through the window a few nights before – he should report it, a supernatural event like this, but…it’s not in the rules.

So he won’t.

He hasn’t yet named her, but he was going to. And then he would let her keep her the way she wanted to, nice and safe in her little hoard, for as long as she wanted him.

Nie Mingjue

Most of the time, Baxia was a saber, like all others in his sect. Like those in his ancestor’s shrine. Sometimes, though, she was something else.

“You’re mine,” she hissed in Nie Mingjue’s ear late at night, nestled deep in his soul. They’re bound together, sword and cultivator. “I won’t let you go, not in this lifetime.”

He rubbed his eyes and smiled despite himself. He didn’t smile often, his duties and dark future weighing him down, but his Baxia could do it; he sometimes thought that this was what it must be like to have a jealous wife. “Of course not. You’re my spiritual weapon; you’ll be by my side until I die, and then you’ll take your place in my tomb, with my ashes at your feet. Stop worrying so much.”

“I won’t let him take you this time,” she snarls. “Your head, your arms, your legs, your soul – they’re all mine. How dare he profane them!”

“Am I not supposed to be touching people anymore?” he chuckled, reaching back to run his fingers down her hilt; it turned into a tail and wrapped around his wrist, pinning him in place as if held down by a stronger man. “Baxia – if you just tell me who this ‘he’ is, I’ll avoid him, I promise.”

“No, he’s still necessary for now,” she said. “But when I tell you – strike true, no matter what the consequences. Do not allow your human compassion or etiquette overwhelm you. Promise me!”

“I promise,” he said, not for the first time, still as puzzled by it as he ever was. “I’ll listen to you. When the time comes, I’ll let you drink his blood to your heart’s content.”

Jin Guangyao

He’d always known there was a dragon inside Nie Mingjue, full of heat and fire and rage; he’d liked it, once upon a time, when it roared in his defense. It had been such a pity when it turned against him; he really hadn’t wanted to give him up, but he didn’t have a choice. He was backed into a corner – just like always.

He just hadn’t expected the man to turn into a literal dragon upon death.

Is this the real secret of the Nie? He wondered, backing up and reaching for his sword. Is this why they only bury their sabers, and never themselves?

The dragon curls around his neck, tight enough to choke.

“Are you going to kill me?” Jin Guangyao asked.

The dragon laughed with the sound like Nie Mingjue’s laugh, deep and sonorous and usually a little sarcastic.

“Only,” it murmured in his ear, “if you continue to misbehave, Meng Yao.”

Jin Ling

“Little Uncle got me a dog,” Jin Ling said, clutching Xiao Fairy to his chest. “So, Jiujiu, you’re getting me…a snake?”

“I’m getting you the opportunity to get a sna – to get a dragon. It’s not a snake. Stop calling it a snake.”

Jin Ling wasn’t really convinced. He squinted into the pool. “They look like snakes.”

“Of course they do, they’re flood dragons,” Jiang Cheng said irritably. “Those all look like water serpents when they’re swimming. Just…listen to me. Put the dog down – no, give it to me, yes, there’s a good puppy –”

Jin Ling coughed pointedly. “If this is all a scheme to steal pets from my dog…”

“It isn’t,” Jiang Cheng said, though his ears were suspiciously red. “Put your hand into the pool. If one of them likes you, they’ll claim you for their hoard and keep you for the rest of their lives. Give it a try. What can it hurt?”

Xiao Xingchen

Song Lan was the very first person he met when he came down off the mountain and, well, he was a bit over-excited about it – but luckily they hit it off very well, and it all worked out quite well for a few years. Song Lan was full of interesting ideas, like making their own sect based on friendship rather than blood; Xiao Xingchen liked it, but he liked Song Lan best of all.

Things went downhill, later, but as his shizun always said, it was cruel to keep a human that didn’t want to be kept any longer, so he gave him his eyes and left him alone, just as he’d asked, and hoped that one day Song Lan would come back to him. He had time, he could wait.

In the meantime, he met someone new – or rather, someone old, anew.

Xiao Xingchen decided to keep him, too.

Xue Yang

“I think I did something wrong,” Xue Yang announced to the air, though luckily nobody was around to hear him – his current employers at the Jin sect would be most unhappy if they heard, especially if they also heard that he has no idea what went wrong or how to fix it.

He looked down at what should be a repaired half piece of the Stygian Tiger Seal, but which is definitely a small black-and-grey dragon, staring right back at him.

After being locked in a staring match for a while (he loses, but he doesn’t think the dragon has eyelids so it doesn’t count), he tentatively reached out and rubbed it behind the ears.

It purred, then belched out a puff of pure yin resentful energy.

“…well, at least you still work, I guess?”

Wen Ning

“You’re mine,” the little dragon says, happily nuzzling up to him as it flops around in the dirt. “Mine, mine, mine!”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Wen Ning said, looking around all over to make sure nobody’s around. “All yours. Now, A-Yuan, please turn back before anyone sees you!”

“But…”

“A-Yuan! Please!”

Grumbling, the little dragon curled up into a ball and uncurled as a lovely bouncing little boy, and Wen Ning gave a sigh of relief. His sister hadn’t noticed the addition of an extra child to their group of refugees, assuming the way everyone else did that he’d been another Wen, someone’s child that got left behind or orphaned, and old granny had adopted him without so much as a word. He hadn’t known how to explain the truth.

But it was fine. He’d take care of A-Yuan, with the help of his sister and now Wei-gongzi, and no one would ever need to know.

Wen Qing

Wen Qing didn’t waste a lot of time worrying about things, and a dragon deciding to claim her wasn’t going to be the thing that messed up her day.

“Fine,” she said. “You can stay, but you have to earn your keep. How’s your memory? Can you take notes for me?”

The dragon nodded.

“I’ll be testing you,” she warned.

It nodded again, so she accepted it, put it in her sleeves, and went back to work.

Jiang Yanli

“I don’t need a dragon, though,” she said, quite appropriately in her mind. “I’m not much of a cultivator.”

The little dragon nuzzled her neck and picked up one of the melon seeds she’d been peeling with its jaws. “That’s okay,” it said. “I’m not much of a dragon. I mostly just like to eat and sleep.”

“Well, then,” she laughed. “In that case, I think we’ll get along.”