#but i think maybe someday I should absolutely do that

[monster-noises]

Today i was told by a man in above the ass cut off jorts, a crop top that said 'worlds sluttiest dad' and the tiniest sunglasses known to man, in reference to my Look, that; 'the vibes are Perfect'

He/him

[backpackingspace]

Okay so with the line "the olive tree where we first met" we have two equal hilarious options.

When penelope was sassily like oh I'll marry you if you make a living bed out of this tree right here! Cue penelope stumbling over odysseus very very carefully digging up the tree "because how else is he going to get it to itacha we can't have a wedding bed out in the open in sparta duh"

Or

2. Penelope, knowing that Helen's suitors would soon be arriving to take over her home for a while. Snuck out and went on her own wacky shenanigan filled journey where she scoped out all the major players. Odysseus caught her spying in an olive tree. And when she got back she told Helen she had dibs on the cutie from itacha.

[shorthaltsjester]

me as an imogen’s selfishness built from her isolation is one of the most interesting things about her truther (which, before someone vagues me on twitter . i don’t think this doesn’t mean she can’t and hasn’t been altruistic but that’s a separate post) + someone who loves when my favourite characters have their lives threatened and/or they die. i am eating well after last night’s ep.

as someone who cares for the world of exandria and despises everytime ashton opens his mouth about the gods and clocked into ashton and ludinus wearing the same hat a while ago . having to listen to them talk about how they’re better than ludinus because (checks notes) they want to do exactly what ludinus wants to but their motives (the exact same kind of trauma that made him tell ludinus to “grow up” . me BEGGING him to take his own advice) are better ??? i’m not eating as well but what can you do.

my grip on this campaign as a completionist who Is enjoying cr even if i don’t think this is a particularly strong campaign is truly resting on the shoulders of imogen impulsive-and-single-minded temult, fearne “if the world’s burning i want a front row seat” calloway, orym “only member of the group capable of a thought for the ‘little guys’ the party claims to stand for” of the air ashari, and chet who is there for vibes (and to protect his family). also shout out to braius for joining the one party where betraying them would make him easily break into the top 3 morally upstanding members of the party.

[heynhay]

heynhay klance animatic when?? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 with all that free time of yours

[hyah-through-hyrule]

My crops would be so watered if I could just love a main/popular character for once

[aliosne]

So one of the things I’ve been thinking about with my magical girls game I’m planning is romance. The genre is a subgenre of shoujo, which, for better or for worse, has romance as a core theme, and that carries through. Certainly, intimate and powerful connections are central.

I’ve had to put a blanket “no thanks” on romance in games bc i had a couple experiences that i Did Not Enjoy (it was fine, I was just like this is not how I want to play). But as I’ve continued playing, I realised it’s not that I’m opposed to roleplaying sex and romance (tho like. Im p much always playing with my sister and BIL so let’s just fade to black thanksss), it’s just that i don’t want the DM to do the equivalent of slapping some hole on the table in front of me and saying “go for it.” I want story. I want actual connection. I want you to handcraft a babe for me that leaves me weak in the metaphorical and physical knees.

It’s weird, as I’m grappling with whether aro fits into my collection of identities. It’s also been weird saying no to this in the context of someone who writes porn and has rped porn with friends before. Part of why I’ve just been saying “absolute no” to this kind of content is it feels too overwhelming to figure out where my boundaries are and communicate that. It’s just easier to draw a big red circle around the whole thing and say NO. Also like. I don’t want to take up a huge amount of space in a session zero unpacking My Journey, ya feel.

Anyway. I do think I want romance to play into this game. So in addition to everything else, I’ll have to hammer this stuff out.

Or maybe we’ll get to session zero and everyone will be like “the one thing I hate about magical girls is all the romance FUCK that shit we are coworkers”

[skyeistrying]

Hihi!! I just read your Sevika HCs and I absolutely love them!! I wanted to know if you could (please) write HCs for Sevika and Vi after an argument with their partner? :) Whether it’s an argument the reader started or they started can be completely up to you! Or you could even do both scenarios if you prefer! 💕

Thank you and I hope you have a nice day/evening 💖

🖤Sevika and Vi after an Argument🖤

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🤎Sevika🤎

I don’t think arguments would be common in a relationship with Sevika.

When she locks into a serious relationship, she means serious. She covers all the important bases for a healthy relationship; communication, loyalty, respect, trust, and so much more.

Covering these bases, especially communication, helps to avoid frequent arguments.

It won’t completely cut out the occasional argument though.

When you two do argue, it’s almost always about bigger things. For example, her working so much and not taking much time for herself, or maybe her drinking and smoking.

Post-argument time usually has as “how can we avoid this in the future” moment where you guys have a heart to heart about whatever started the argument.

If you start an argument:

Be prepared to apologize first. And only apologize if you’re really sorry.

You should always finish what you start, after all.

Your apology may be met with an affectionate an eye roll and a huff.

She never stays mad at you for long.

Once you apologize she usually makes space for you wherever she’s sitting and wraps her arm around just to let you know it’s really okay.

If you’re just apologizing because you feel like you need to, don’t. She can see right through you if you’re bullshitting her.

If you’re stubborn like her, sometimes apologizing can genuinely be difficult. She gets that. Which is why her patience with you is a blessing.

Again, when you’re ready to apologize , she’s affectionate and accepts it.

If she starts an argument:

This woman is stubborn. For her to apologize, it just doesn’t feel right.

She’s only ever been truly sorry a few times in her life. In the Undercity, living a life like hers, she never had time to be sorry.

Being sorry gets you hurt. It gets you killed.

But…

It’s obviously different when it’s you. You aren’t a big bad wolf waiting around the corner. You’re her partner, her ride-or-die.

In the heat of the moment, what she said felt right. It felt like something you needed to hear.

The thought of you feeling hurt by something she said just eats her alive.

She comes to you first.

It isn’t anything crazy, usually just a simple, gruff “I’m sorry.”

She’s awkward and stiff about it, but completely genuine.

Asks what she can do to make it up to you, if anything.

❤️Vi❤️

Violet runs hot. She isn’t a loose cannon but someday’s it can be hard trying to keep all of her emotions under wraps.

This has definitely lead to arguments over petty things like dishes in the sink or eating the last of her favorite snack.

It’s also lead to arguments about very serious things. Her pit fighting, drinking, and her occasional impulsivity.

Arguments always hit her hard, even the petty ones. No matter how old she gets, arguments always make her feel like a little kid, just waiting for the ball to drop. The ball being losing you.

That feeling of dread, like this argument could be the last, if that makes sense.

Physical touch is usually present in the make up process after an argument. It helps ground her.

The good news is, the two of you always make up very quickly.

If you start an argument:

If the argument is a petty spat about dishes or snacks, she still apologizes first, albeit rather begrudgingly.

This links back to her feeling like this argument could be the last. What if she never hears “You promised you’d take out the trash this week” ever again?

You, however, shut that down. “It’s my fault, I should be the one apologizing.” You tell her.

These arguments are extremely easy to come back from because you two are always on the same level. Two halves to make a whole, equals

There isn’t a point in staying hung up on petty nonsense for long.

If you start a big argument, you apologize first.

She distances herself and you have to go to her.

You’ll usually find her someplace where she shouldn’t be, like a bar. Or, you might find her someplace safe, like with Loris or another friend she feels comfortable around.

Not only should you apologize, but it would also be a good chance to thoroughly explain why you’re upset or might think something is a bad idea.

Once you do that, she’ll open her arms up to you and usually things can be resolved somewhat easily after that.

If she starts an argument:

Again, she apologizes first.

If she starts an argument, big or small, the dread of possibly losing you over this hits her like bricks.

For smaller arguments, she approaches you casually. If you let her, she’ll wrap her arms around you. An apology hug, if you will.

Says, “I’m sorry, baby,” in the softest voice she can muster.

These smaller arguments are always easier to come back from just because she’s so sweet. How can you ever stay upset when she’s such a sweetie?

Big arguments are something else though.

After she’s said whatever it is that she’s said, the weight of it all is suffocating.

If she said something really stupid and hurtful in the heat of the moment, she might need some space for a bit. Things like that take her back to that day.

But she’ll come to you when she’s ready.

May or may not have a little gift for you for extra measure. Usually it’s something simple like your favorite candy bar.

She tells you she’s sorry and explains why she got so worked up. Usually this leads to a steady and warm embrace and you let her know it’s okay.

hello!!! thank you for the request ♥️ please let me know if you enjoyed it or not. i had so much fun writing these. i kind of got carried away with vi’s headcanons 🙈. . i was purposefully vague about what started the argument so you can sort of imagine your own scenario for why the argument started!🎠

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[prinvessdior]

Three times you ask Kinich for something and the one time he asks for something.

tags: first person soz, bff! Mualani, I forgot ab Ajaw lol, y/n has a vision, established relationship, first kiss, just cute as hell, ft. me trying to write romantic tension.

wc: 3.6k

a/n: idk,, i think he needs more fics but yes crossposted on ao3 still editing as well

feel free to leave me req or msgs for any charc <3!

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I think this was the fifth time I had water up my nose this afternoon. Or maybe it was the sixth, definitely. My nose and throat burned as I gasped for air above the water. My surfboard flung up beside me with another slap of water to my face. I hoisted myself back up to sit over my borrowed board. Mualani let me borrow one of her old ones from childhood. Since I'd never been able to surf. I wrung out my hair over my shoulder. "This is so hard," I whined to Mualani who padded over on her own board over to me.

Mualani only laughed, laying down on her stomach, "You're doing fine for a beginner." I doubted it. "Keep practicing, maybe you could finally convince Kinich to come to swim." 

I snorted and rolled my eyes, "Yeah like that'll happen."  

Mualani giggled, "He's a lost cause. Maybe if you asked him nicely, he might change his mind," she teased, sending me a look with a knowing smile. 

"I don't think a simple 'please' will do the trick," I retorted, paddling my board backward in the shallows. "He'd probably just come up with some excuse like 'I don't want to get my clothes wet' or something, and then go back to what he was doing," I grumbled.

Mualani snickered. "He can be such a diva sometimes. It's like he's scared to have any fun. I don’t know how you can date a guy like that."

She was being dramatic. He wasn’t that bad. I’ve known practically everyone since I was a kid, I know the ins and outs. Kinich just.. more so liked to keep to himself. I didn’t mind it though it really seemed like we had just become really good friends now even after putting a relationship title on us. 

"Though I'm sure he'd do anything you asked," Mualani says with a nod

I quickly looked away.

"Don't be ridiculous," I mumbled, "Kinich doesn't listen to anyone, let alone me." I quickly looked away.

Mualani gave me a knowing smile. "Oh come on, don't pretend you haven't noticed the way he looks at you. That boy is absolutely smitten with you."

I tried to feign indifference, though my heart thumped in my chest. "He doesn't look at me any differently than he looks at everyone else."

Mualani raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious? He's practically drooling every time you're around. And he always insists on helping you with anything you need, no matter how menial."

I shifted uncomfortably in my waterlogged swimsuit. "That's just who he is. He's like that with everyone. He's just...a good guy." I don’t think I wanted to spill my guts with my best friend about my relationship just yet.

Mualani rolled her eyes. "You can be so clueless sometimes. Trust me on this."

I huffed, pushing my soaked hair out of my eyes. "Even if you're right, which you're not, I doubt he'd ever actually do anything about it. Kinich is too aloof to make a move."

Mualani smirked. "That's where I think you're wrong. I've seen the way he stares at you when you're not looking. That boy has it bad. If you ask me, he's just been waiting for the right moment.”

I narrowed my eyes with a laugh, "Sure, and dendro slimes will fly someday. Besides, I can't even imagine Kinich acting all romantic. He's too sarcastic and quippy for mushiness."

Mualani shrugged. "Maybe you should try giving him a hint then. See if he responds. I know he'd be all over you in a heartbeat if he thought he had a chance."

"I don't know, Mualani...he's always been so closed off. It wouldn’t feel natural."

Mualani grinned. "Well, you could always try being a bit more... flirtatious. Give him some nonverbal cues to let him know you're interested. A touch on the arm, a smile, a compliment, something like that. See how he responds."

"Yeah, nope," I said with a determined nod, I'd give up my pyro vision back to our archon before doing something as embarrassing as that.

“C'mon! What’s the harm in it?”

I gave Mualani a pointed look, “The harm is we’ve only been together three months.” 

Mualani groaned, “But you’ve been friends for years!” She emphasized by splashing me with water.

I splashed her back, “I don’t expect anything from Kinich, Lani, I’m fine with what we have now.” 

“Yeah, but, did you ask him that? Maybe he wants to be closer with you.” 

Okay, yeah maybe I hadn’t thought about that. I paused mid-splash attack. “Oh.” 

Another splash of water to my face, as I tipped sideways losing balance sitting on my surfboard. I tipped straight into the water making another splash for the seventh time. 

Mualani was laughing when I arose from the surface. “Just try it. It’s not like he’ll outright reject you.” 

I gave Mualani a glare, “I’m going to go change. I’m done learning today.” 

“Ouchie, you really know how to burn me.” Mualani sighs with a dramatic expression. 

“Insanity.” I mumbled padding back to the shore with my best friend trailing behind me. Still making dramatic plans about how to get my boyfriend to be more open. I was not listening as she rambled all the way back to my house. 

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I liked living right beside the hot springs. Even the ones that weren’t heated were usually the ones I gravitated towards. Given that Natlan was already hot, I never remembered my normal body temperature being this hot before I received my Pyro vision. 

But right now, I think I was jealous of Cyro Vision users. Kachina had requested my help near her tribe. She wanted to collect flowers among herbs, and fruits for the traveler to help her gain enough confidence to enter into the night warden wars. 

But it was too hot, and I was craving a bath. Being drenched in sweat was horrible. I didn’t want to complain in front of Kachina so I continued to follow her, we’d strayed far from The Children of The Echo’s tribe. 

“Do you think this is enough?” I asked the smaller girl once we’d stopped near a stream. 

“Uh-! I-.. I think so!” Kachina reached her arms up to take the fruits nestled in my bag. I happily let her take it as I took a seat near the stream for a much-needed breather. 

“Great, I’m just gonna.. sit down for a while.” 

Kachina gave me a nod with a bright smile. Which in turn made me smile. I felt like a big sister whenever I was with Kachina. It made it better that she was so smart and easy to talk to. I closed my eyes as a gust of wind helped cool my sweltering face. 

Kachina sat down beside me, dipping her toes into the water. “Thank you for helping me today, I really appreciate it.”

I smiled, grateful for the respite. “Of course, Kachina. It’s the least I can do. The Traveler did so much for you.”

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, they really did. I wouldn’t have had the courage to join the Night Warden Wars without their support.”

We sat by the stream, the cool water lapping at my feet, and my mind drifted back to what Mualani had said the day before. Could it really be that simple? Just say please? I found myself lost in a whirlwind of emotions as the cool water of the stream rippled around me. 

“Y/n? Y/n!” Kachina’s voice broke through my reverie, pulling me back to the present.

”Huh.” I blinked, realizing she was talking to someone. I turned to see Kinich standing there, looking a bit awkward but smiling warmly. 

“Hey, Y/n,” he greeted, his voice a little uncertain. “Are you okay?”

I forced a smile, trying to shake off my embarrassment. “Oh, hey, Kinich. Yeah, I’m fine. Just, you know, dying of the heat,” I joked, fanning myself dramatically.

He chuckled, his eyes softening. “Yeah, it’s pretty brutal today.” He turned to me and narrowed his eyes. “Should you really be out here for much longer? You don’t look so good.”

Before I could respond, Kachina’s face fell, and she quickly apologized. “Oh no, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you weren’t feeling well. I shouldn’t have taken you so far.”

I shook my head, giving her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Kachina. I wanted to come out and help you. Really.”

She still looked worried, but I could see she was trying to believe me. I took a deep breath, deciding albeit hesitantly that if I were to test Mualani’s theory. Any time would be the best time “Kinich, could you please get me some water from the stream? I think it would help me cool down.”

To my surprise, he didn’t hesitate. Without a single sarcastic comment or playful tease, he nodded and walked over to the stream. The next thing I felt was the cool, wet rag on my forehead, and sighed in relief. Kinich's gentle touch was comforting as he helped me sit back down. My body was still cooling off from Natlan’s scorching heat.

"Thank you, Kinich," I said, looking up at him with a small smile.

He smiled back, though it was more a twitch of lips upwards, his eyes warm. "It was no problem at all. Just take it easy for a bit."

I nodded, leaning back into the grass. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kachina watching us. She seemed to be trying hard not to look awkward, and I couldn't help but find it endearing.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" Kachina asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "Just a bit... overwhelmed, I guess."

Kachina nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You two are really cute together," she blurted out, then immediately looked like she regretted it.

Kinich chuckled softly, and I felt my own cheeks flush. "Thanks, Kachina," I said, trying to ease her embarrassment. 

She smiled, looking a bit more relaxed. "Well, if you need anything, I'm here to help."

"Thanks," I said, appreciating her kindness. "I think I'll be okay now."

Kinich gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Just rest for a bit. I'll be right here."

I nodded, feeling a little lightheaded. Not from the heat though. As I leaned back, feeling the coolness of the rag on my forehead, my mind wandered to Mualani’s words. Maybe she was right.

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A couple of days later, I found myself in Xilonen’s shop, surrounded by shelves filled with various trinkets and artifacts. The air was filled with the scent of herbs and old parchment, a comforting reminder of the past. Xilonen and I were busy organizing her shop, a task that felt both familiar and soothing.

“Thanks for helping out, Y/n,” Xilonen said, her voice warm. “I’ve been meaning to get this place in order for ages.”

“No problem,” I replied, placing a stack of scrolls on a nearby shelf. “It’s nice to catch up. We haven’t had much time together since the war ended.”

She nodded a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Yeah, things have been so hectic. But it’s good to see you. How have you been holding up?”

I shrugged, trying to keep my tone light. “I’ve been okay. Just trying to figure things out, you know?”

Xilonen smiled knowingly. “I get it. It’s been a strange time for all of us. But I’m glad you’re here. It feels like old times.”

We continued to work in comfortable silence for a while, the rhythm of our movements almost meditative. As we sorted through a box of ancient artifacts, Xilonen suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, I heard a little rumor that you and Kinich are dating now. Is it true?” Probably from Mualani...

I felt my face heat up slightly but nodded. “Yeah, it’s true.”

Xilonen grinned. “I knew it! How’s that going? I mean, considering how Kinich… is.”

I chuckled, understanding what she meant. “It’s going fine, actually. He’s been really sweet and supportive. It’s still new, but we’re figuring it out.”

She nodded, her expression softening. “That’s good to hear. Kinich can be ahh.. how do I put this? Blunt? but he has a good heart.”

“Yeah, he does,” I agreed, feeling a warm glow at the thought of him. “He’s been really great.”

we continued to clean, the door to the shop opened, and Kinich walked in. His eyes immediately found mine, and he smiled warmly Again, just the hint of his lips turning at the corners. “Hey, Y/n,” he greeted, then turned to Xilonen. “Xilonen.”

“Hey, Kinich,” I replied, feeling a flutter of happiness at seeing him.

Xilonen gave him a playful look. “Didn’t expect to see Y/n here, huh?”

Kinich chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, I was a bit surprised. What’s going on?”

Xilonen rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, so I can’t see my friend for a day? I asked Y/n to help me clean up since it’s been a while.”

Kinich nodded, looking a bit awkward. “Right, of course. Well, it’s good you both are here. I actually came by to let you know that someone from The Children of the Echos commissioned me for a project, so I don’t have much time to chat.”

“That’s great, What kind of project?” genuinely wanting to know

He shrugged, a small smile on his face. “It’s a bit of a mystery for now, but I’ll fill you in later.”

Xilonen smirked. “Always keeping secrets, huh?”

Kinich laughed. “Something like that. Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. I’ll catch up with you both later.”

It was the perfect time to test Mualani's theory further. I spotted an item on a high shelf that I couldn't reach and decided to ask Kinich for help.

"Kinich, could you please help me get that down?" I called out, pointing to a random scroll.

He stopped talking to Xilonen almost instantly and came up behind me. "Sure, what do you need?" he asked, his voice so, so close to my ear.

I pointed at the scroll again. "That one, right up there."

Without hesitation, Kinich reached over my head and grabbed it, his arm brushing against mine. He handed it to me with a smile. "Here you go."

"Thanks," I said, feeling a bit flustered by how quickly he had responded.

"No problem," he replied. "I have to go now, but I'll see you later." He turned to Xilonen and me, giving us both a quick nod. "Goodbye, Xilonen. Bye, Y/n."

"Bye, Kinich," we both said in unison as he left the shop.

As the door closed behind him, Xilonen turned to me with a curious look. "What was that? I've never seen Kinich act like that before."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I don't know. Maybe he's just being extra helpful today."

Xilonen raised an eyebrow. "Extra helpful, huh? Well, whatever it is, it's definitely interesting."

I smiled,  Maybe Mualani was onto something after all.

“I should get going too,” I said, giving Xilonen a hug. “Thanks for today. It was really nice to catch up.”

"Oh yeah totally! I can handle the rest here. Also, come by anytime,” she replied, hugging me back. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“I won’t,” I promised, smiling as I headed out the door.

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I found myself back at Mualani’s place, surfboard in hand and ready for another lesson. Mualani was determined to teach me how to surf, and I was equally determined to make her proud, even if it meant a few more wipeouts.

“Hey, ‘Lani!” I greeted her, adjusting my swimsuit as I approached. “Ready for another round?”

Mualani grinned, her eyes always sparkling with excitement. “Always! But first, tell me have you been messing with Kinich? He’s been super quiet. More than usual.”

I laughed, setting my surfboard down. “Really? That’s funny. I’ve been testing your theory. It’s been interesting, to say the least. I really don’t think he’s reacting. He’s doing things any normal boyfriend would do.”

She nodded enthusiastically. “You absolutely need to keep it up. Yesterday he looked like he was going to explode.”

I snorted a laugh Mualani clapped her hands together. “Alright, enough talk. Let’s hit the waves!”We headed down to the beach, the sound of the ocean filling the air.

As we paddled out, Mualani and I chatted about everything and nothing, enjoying the easy flow of conversation. Suddenly, someone from the tribe called out to Mualani, needing her assistance with something urgent.

Mualani sighed, giving me an apologetic look. “Duty calls. Just focus on balancing on the board for now, okay? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Got it!” I called, watching as she paddled back to the shore.

Left to my own devices, I paddled out to the shallow part of the water. I stood up on the board, feeling the gentle sway of the ocean beneath me. Balancing was tricky, but I was determined to get the hang of it. I took a deep breath, focusing on keeping my stance steady.

The sun was warm on my skin, and the sound of the waves was soothing.

My balance wavered, and I tumbled into the water with a splash. As I surfaced, sputtering and wiping the saltwater from my eyes, I heard a familiar voice.

"Having trouble there?" Kinich asked, a teasing smile on his face.

I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "Maybe just a little," I admitted, trying to laugh it off.

He chuckled, wading over to me. "Here, let me help you." He reached out, steadying me as I stood up in the water. His hands were firm but gentle, and I felt a bit more stable with his support.

"Thanks," I mumbled reeling from the taste of saltwater, feeling self-consciousness.

"No problem," he replied, still holding my surfboard, "Everyone falls sometimes. It's part of the learning process."

I nodded, appreciating his encouragement. "Yeah, I guess so."

He handed me the board, his eyes warm with amusement. "Just keep at it. You'll get the hang of it."

The sun glinted off the water as I turned towards Kinich, curiosity, and anxiety bubbling with the ripples of the water.

“Kinich,” I called out, voice catching the wind.

“Would you help me with this, please? I mean, with keeping my balance on the board?”

His gaze softened, and without a word, he nodded. With practiced ease, he dropped the surfboard into the water, and it settled with a small splash. Approaching me, he placed his hands gently around my waist, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.

My heart beat wildly, like drums against my chest—not just from the thrill, but from the intimate touch. Kinich’s hands lingered longer than necessary as he steadied me on the board, fingers warm against her skin through the thin fabric of my swimsuit. His grip was firm, yet tender, as though he was acutely aware of his strength and its effect.

“This good?” he asked, voice low, almost a whisper. It sent shivers down my spine, as I nodded, unable to find my voice. So instead I nodded, slowly.

Once Kinich was convinced Ihad found my balance, he slowly let go. For a few moments, I managed to stay upright, it was my triumph. But the waves had other plans. The board wobbled violently beneath my feet, and with a startled yelp, I lost my footing. In the blink of an eye, I grabbed onto Kinich, pulling him down with me. We both plunged into the cool embrace of the ocean. Breaking the surface, I wiped the water from my eyes, only to be met with the sight of a thoroughly drenched and disheveled Kinich. My initial shock dissolved into a fit of giggles. 

“I am so sorry!” I gasped between laughs, noticing the way his usually calm demeanor was replaced with a mixture of surprise a cute scowl. “You look... upset.”

Kinich’s expression softened, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Upset with you? Never.”

His eyes held mine, a glint of mischief playing in their sunsets. “Actually,” he continued, his voice low and sincere, “since you’ve been asking so politely, I thought I might as well ask the same... Can I please kiss you?”

Time seemed to pause as his words settled over. The world faded around us, leaving just the two of us in that perfect, sunlit moment. I barely managed a nod.

Kinich's lips met mine with a tenderness that took my breath away. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant as if he was savoring the moment, afraid it might slip away too soon. His hands, still resting on my hips, tightened slightly, pulling closer but never forcefully. 

I felt the warmth of his touch through the cool water, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my revealed skin. The world around us seemed to fade, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine and the steady rhythm of our breaths mingling. 

As the kiss deepened, Kinich's hand moved to cradle my face, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheekbone. It was a gesture of pure affection, a silent promise of his care and respect. I responded in kind, my own hands finding their way to his shoulders, feeling the strength and warmth beneath my fingertips.

When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine, heavy breaths mingling in the space between us. Kinich's eyes searched mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. Before he frowned.

"Now please stop saying please," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the waves. "I can't take it anymore."

[bettelaboure]

a small piece of GD, I had in my drafts for too long. maybe someday it will be a full fic 🤍

You were already regretting the heels.

Not because they hurt—though, they did. Not because you weren’t used to them—though, you weren’t. But because every time you walked past his office, you heard them click against the marble like a countdown to your own humiliation. A slow, echoing reminder that you were a terrible liar when you said you didn’t like attention.

Especially his.

“You’re late.”

His voice was velvet wrapped around a razor. You didn’t even look up, just held the stack of folders tighter to your chest and stepped inside his office.

“I’m not.” You weren’t. You were three minutes early.

Ji-yong, CEO of KJ Holdings, tech prodigy, fashion icon, and certified menace in a three-piece suit, leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world to watch you squirm. Which he probably did.

“You were supposed to be here the moment I started thinking about you,” he said, without missing a beat.

Your mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

“That’s… not in my job description.”

He grinned. “We should renegotiate your contract.”

You moved to his desk, setting the folders down between you like they could shield you. “These are the Q1 reports you asked for. The numbers from our Japanese team are—”

He reached out, casually brushing his fingers over yours as he picked up the top folder. It was the lightest touch—barely there—but it shot straight up your spine. Your breath hitched, and he heard it. Of course he did.

“You’re so jumpy,” he murmured, not even glancing up as he flipped open the folder. “You always act like I’m going to do something terrible to you.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.” His eyes lifted to meet yours, lazy and hot, and just a little amused. “And I haven’t even started yet.”

Your throat went dry. “Ji-yong…”

He raised a brow. “Mr. Kwon. While we’re at work.”

You swallowed hard. “Mr. Kwon. Right. Sorry.”

“I like when you say my name like that,” he said, flipping another page. “All formal. Obedient. Makes me wonder how else you might sound if I told you exactly what to do.”

Your entire body flushed—your cheeks, your ears, your everything. You took a step back before your knees gave out.

“I—I’m going to go get coffee.”

“Black,” he said smoothly. “Unless you’re bringing yours too. I’ll take it how you like it.”

You paused mid-turn, heart thudding. “Why would you want it the way I like it?”

His smile sharpened. “Because then I can taste it on your mouth later.”

You fled the office.

The first time you met Kwon Ji-yong, he was barefoot.

You’d shown up ten minutes early for your final interview at KJ Holdings—one of Seoul’s most elite tech firms—wearing your best blouse and your most fake confident smile. The receptionist had been flustered, muttering something about the CEO being “in one of his moods,” and then, without any warning, you’d been ushered straight into a massive corner office where a man with platinum hair and absolutely no shoes was standing on a desk.

You froze in the doorway. “Um… am I interrupting?”

He looked over his shoulder, one brow raised like he’d been expecting someone far more interesting. “Only if you’re boring.”

You were too stunned to answer.

He hopped down, walked toward you, and held out a hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Kwon Ji-yong. CEO. Potential disaster. You?”

“Y/N,” you stammered. “Your… new assistant, I think.”

He looked you over once, eyes pausing on your mouth a little too long. “Pretty.”

You coughed. “Excuse me?”

“I said ‘pretty impressive resume,’” he lied with a grin that made your stomach flip. “You blush easy, don’t you?”

You hadn’t said a word. You just sat down and tried not to fall in love with a man who didn’t believe in boundaries or footwear.

That was six months ago.

Now? You were wearing pencil skirts you didn’t even own back then, had memorized the schedules of three department heads, and knew—without asking—exactly how Ji-yong liked his coffee, his whiskey, and his chaos. And every day, you walked the tightrope between professional assistant and flustered wreck.

Because he never stopped.

“You know you don’t have to look like a snack just to sit in meetings with old men, right?”

You turned toward the doorway of the executive boardroom, where Ji-yong leaned, watching you adjust the hem of your skirt. His tone was casual, but his eyes? Anything but.

“I didn’t dress for anyone,” you said.

He stepped closer, slow, like he wanted you to feel him coming.

“I know. That’s the best part.”

You tried to maintain composure, eyes flicking back to the stack of files in your hand. “Do you flirt with all your employees, or am I just lucky?”

“I don’t flirt with employees,” he said. “Too messy. Too many lawsuits.”

You gave a tight nod. “Good to know.”

Then his voice dropped, low and husky. “But you’re not just an employee, are you?”

Your heart skipped. He was so close now you could smell his cologne—something dark and woodsy and completely unfair. You backed away slightly, and he grinned.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.

You stayed late that night, half because you had actual work to do and half because you didn’t want to admit how much you liked being the last one in the building. The office was quiet after dark. Safer. No Ji-yong watching your every move with that smirk that said he was imagining you bent over your desk instead of working at it.

You thought he’d left.

You were wrong.

He came in without knocking, two glasses in hand and a bottle of Japanese whiskey tucked under his arm.

“Midnight oil,” he said. “You look like you need some.”

You blinked. “Aren’t there rules about drinking with your boss?”

“Sure,” he said, pouring you a glass. “But we’re just coworkers now. It’s past business hours.”

You took the glass from him with a suspicious glance. “And this isn’t inappropriate?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, settling onto the edge of your desk, “if I was being inappropriate, you’d be shaking too hard to hold that drink.”

You stared at him, cheeks flaming.

Then he tilted his glass toward yours. “To blurred lines.”

You clinked.

And drank.

And hated how much you wanted him to blur every single one of them.

He started texting you after hours. At first it was harmless—updates, reminders, small talk. Then it got… not harmless.

JI-YONG [10:42 PM]:

What are you wearing?

You stared at your phone like it might explode. Then you typed:

YOU:

Pajamas. Why?

JI-YONG:

Just picturing you. Cotton or lace?

You didn’t answer.

JI-YONG [10:45 PM]:

Let me guess. You’re all sweet and shy at work, but you’ve got a drawer full of pretty little secrets, don’t you?

You turned your phone off and threw it across your bed.

You didn’t sleep.

[satomatto]

. //ALL BOYS | hybrid au.

ch: cat hybrids!gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, ryomen sukuna, choso; dog hybrids!geto suguru, itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji; snake hybrid!naoya zenin; dolphin hybrid!inumaki toge; parrot hybrid!mahito; fox hybrids!nanami kento, noritoshi kamo.

cw: concept of hybrids; heat/rut.

tw: breeding kink; hickeys/bites; overstimulation/overexcitement; somnophilia; maybe they all have some yandere-isms; delaying orgasm; multiple orgasms; naoya is as scummy as ever; voyeurism; maybe!non-con; rough sex; who even reads tags; cunnilingus; slit play; submissive!inumaki, yuji; mirror sex; is big dick a warning? big dicks; creampie; pour yourself a warm cuppa, don't be like author; dirty talk; tender sex; size difference.

cw: 6.6k

GETŌ SUGURU

Geto is a nice guy, he won't push you over the top excessively, well able to handle the rut on his own. But it's so boring! In fact, you might not even notice how more and more translucent, wet smudges appear on your mattress every night. He'll even go so far as to use your thighs to recreate the illusion that he's fucking you when the sheets and his hand are no longer enough for self-satisfaction.

Oh, he clearly understands where the boundaries are, firm and unconditional. It's unlikely you'll realize there's something wrong with him before it's too late to do anything about it - he's already struggling to contain himself throughout the day, patiently waiting for the moment when he can touch you with impunity, but if his overall arousal rises even the slightest bit, he'll just short-circuit.

Not in the sense of nonstop, wild fucking - nope, really; his affection and the sweet desire that had overwhelmed him would come out in one solid, warm lump. He'll literally cling to you - he'll wallow in bed with you, wrapped in the sheets, cradling you and sucking on your shoulders and neck, needing attention and stubbornly ignoring your pleas for it to stop, he might even growl at you if you try to break free of his grip. Even though you won't succeed without it - Suguru will still get rougher with you if you offer any resistance. But even so, you probably won't be able to figure out what's exactly going on with him - it's more like a typical bout of tenderness, which he gets quite often because he loves you.

From now on, anything he's done in secret before will no longer be. And you're gonna have to accept that - you should know by now what a piece of shit he really is. This man will do the same thing to you, only now and when you're awake. Oh, don't worry, he won't touch you unless you beg for it. And you will. He likes the way you taste. You can be sure he won't disappoint you; his nimble, harsh tongue sure is capable of a lot - how long do you think he will let you go? I hope you know that his stamina increases a lot during the rut.

You'll probably wake up one day to the unearthly sensation of his tongue in your hole as Suguru moans into your pussy, obviously touching himself down there, making you cum for the umpteenth time in a row. Or from the way he, decides to take advantage of your hips while you sleep peacefully in the, now shared, bed. Sly dark eyes look completely innocent - like he's picking out a bun for his breakfast - oh, baby, he's not doing anything wrong, so you don't have to forgive him!

"Nah, nah, nah, calm down, honey. It's no big deal." Someday, that sly squint will drive you crazy.

GOJŌ SATORU

An already very insolent creature turns into an absolute asshole whose meanness is elevated to an absolute. Oh, do you really want to trade him in for your useless, boring job? Sweetie, you're so naive to believe he'll let you out of bed for a couple hours. You'd better take the weekends off, for the duration of his rut, because he won't be thinking about secondary things like your general busyness. When mating season starts - all you have to worry is him. Your only concern, to whom you'll have to give all your free (and not) time, one way or another.

This guy remains a teaser even when he himself is panting with desire. He has the stamina, frankly, to taunt you despite his aching cock, even in moments of complete shutdown of any self-consciousness - it's like his second nature. One of his favorite tricks is to pump you as much as he can into you, making sure your eyes roll back as hard as they can and your throat makes those sweet sounds of pleasure just for him, turning your poor, already fucked-up brain into a fucking mess.

Gojo always demands a lot of your attention, but then again, almost all of the unpleasant aspects of his personality are more pronounced when mating season begins. His favorite thing to do during this time is to make you almost cry with pleasure while you squeeze his cock so sweetly. His stamina on such days is just off the charts, if on normal days you passed out from overexcitement and fatigue, what do you think will happen then when he wants to fuck you for hours on end? Nothing good, that's for sure. It'll be a half dream and half vision for you - you might pass out during the process and then suddenly start screaming, probably from the pain in your tortured pussy when you wake up - if he's already on instinct, he'll cum in you over and over again, squeezing your thighs until he passes out, or until the obsession wears off.

Satoru even can help you take a shower, though he has a negative attitude toward it, rather than a tolerant one. In fact, you really need his help, because even standing up afterwards can be a bit difficult. I strongly recommend not to refuse it - during his animal outbursts, you better not argue with him (yes, he cares about you purely on instinct). A man will prefer you to complain less and listen to him more - even if all he can utter is inarticulate mooing and scraps of simple words, which is highly expected at the peak of his rut. Along with that, he's soothed by the sound of your voice-even if sometimes his brains are so cluttered that he has no idea what you're saying, able to recognize only intonation and subtly sensing any change in your speech.

"Mm, sweetie, I don't think…" Even after half an hour this sentence was still not finished. Well, he really doesn't think.

NAOYA ZEN'IN

This naga really annoys you. In fact, Naoya thinks you owe him a debt. To be grateful or not is up to you, but his opinion is the only constant: you were chosen by him, so you belong to him now, and you should be grateful that he treats you that way. He will make you say those words over and over again, delaying orgasms, or covering your body with love bites (careful, he's poisonous, but you might say you're lucky - there's an aphrodisiac flowing in his fangs right now, thank him for that <3). Maybe that's not enough? Don't worry, he'll go to the lengths of hurting you for real too, mere spanking and pinching will seem like child's play compared to what he'll do if you don't satisfy him and his sick fantasies.

Fortunately or miserably, this bastard is perfectly in control of himself during the breeding season. Even if he's pounding and shaking at times, if you see him curled up in some dark and warm corner, know that there's no cause for concern - it doesn't hurt him much, just his body doesn't know where to put all that energy. However, Naoya himself perfectly knows where he can use it. If you hear a soft crackling sound from somewhere behind the door, don't be in a hurry to take off your clothes - you can change later, but if the crackling sound is accompanied by a hiss, you'd better turn into a docile and submissive slut and spread out on the bed, throwing your new outfit as far away as possible.

As said above, the naga is perfectly self-controlled, so don't be surprised if you feel the tip of his tail between your legs, playfully stroking your thigh and pressing against your heat through your clothes. Yes, Naoya does it on purpose - just to watch your reaction. It gives him a kind of… Voyeuristic satisfaction - sort of the same nature as those rare occasions of watching you from behind closed doors while he tries to touch himself as quietly as possible, drilling you with the stare of narrow, golden eyes while you unsuspectingly pull off your clothes and wiggle your hips ever so brazenly. He could go further - he knows you won't stop him, but he won't, torturing himself and even you, who've been guessing a little about his fascination lately, with the agonizing wait, only to be left with nothing.

Of the good (and partly even sad): just because he wants you to carry his children doesn't mean nature agrees with him. His body is incapable of forming "proper" embryos inside the eggs - they're all somehow, in their own way, but defective; most likely this has come about as a result of long and not very skilled breeding, as well as frequent incest, but either way, the fact remains. So, after these sessions, they usually just turn into nothing. Well, really, don't say anything about it. For better or for worse, both are insulting and offensive to him in their own way (you're not going to be well, just trust me).

"What idiotic problem do you have this time? Well, let's solve it together… " A dangerous clicking sounded behind you. Don't turn around.

INUMAKI TOGE

So obedient and endlessly tender boy. While his slit is oozing with lubricant - he tries to continue helping you with the cooking, gradually losing his head more and more. Light, quiet trills come out of his mouth, getting more like a squeak from literally your any movement. You can play with him a little - so vulnerable in this state. For example, you could accidentally spill water on him or knock over a bowl of cream, and then start rubbing the wet, sticky apron, pressing and rubbing the spot as if by accident.

Inumaki wouldn't be able to tolerate this for long. Literally in a matter of hours, he would be completely and utterly transformed into a lustful, needy mess. If he has to beg for your attention, you should know, he will Sharp little teeth will nibble at your skin, leaving light marks on it, and a heavy, husky sniffle will tickle your ear for just as long as it takes. Anticipating your question: no, he won't be able to handle it on his own - his brains were already mush the moment he looked at you.

You can put your fingers in his slit and he'll squirm and moan just from the feel of your fingers in his crotch, but if you push them in a little deeper and massage what's inside… He'll go crazy - you just have to run your fingers over what you might call the underside of his cock; the guy will only whimper and beg you to continue, lifting his hips and moving them to meet your hand. If you don't want him to finish so soon, take your fingers out of his hole and wiggle your fingers around a bit, applying pressure and running them downward. Once his dick slips out, unable to stay there because of the copious amounts of natural lubrication - no matter how much Inumaki wants you to, you can do whatever you want with the guy - he won't resist He just can't.

He always makes that lustful yet totally innocent, angelic face when you touch him. He's happy to let you ride him, during a hot period, he's just not in control of himself (as he's basically always been - a guy can hardly be aware of his actions when he's aroused. You can make him perform the most idiotic action time after time - he won't suspect a thing. Here's the truth, though, that doesn't mean that after Toge cools off a bit, he won't blush and run off somewhere far away from you; don't be unkind). But, if you're starting to think he's a snot, he's not so much submissive as horny, and in that state of mind, easier to hand over the reins of control to someone who's not completely out of his head and capable of doing the right thing.

Just drag him into the bathtub - you'll be instantly pinned to the wall, because he's no longer in control of his transformation, at a time when even his thoughts are flowing sluggishly, with great difficulty - barely. Caress his thighs, the place where the human part of him touches his tail. His belly will turn pink and his slit will begin to ooze lubrication. His chirping will softly caress your ears, and his naughty fingers will find your warm spot pretty quickly. Seeing you enter a state like his makes Inumaki bite his lip. Careful with that, though - the teeth, which aren't large, are all razor sharp.

"Hn-n," the guy moans, followed immediately by a short, loud and awkward trill, cutting himself short. But why, such a sweet sound isn't something to be embarrassed about.

ITADORI YUJI

This guy is actually obsessed with your butt. The enthusiasm with which he moves his hips into you and digs his hands into your plump ass every time, kneading it like dough - real dedication, any way you look at it. He doesn't usually have this kind of eagerness, but right now, it looks almost desperate - the occasional thrusts and the subtle whimpers continuously emanating from his throat are so turned on. Despite the fog in his head, he's still trying to hold himself back for you - it's so sweet, don't you think?

Itadori will try so hard for both of you - so hard that you'll have to force him to let you go so you don't both die of dehydration and you stop getting a hellish cramp in your hips with every thrust he makes. He'll use your holes around the clock if you let him - but he's a good boy, so he'll stop if you ask him to. In other, don't expect any indulgences, he has almost low control over himself, being at the mercy of his instincts and hellish, unbridled arousal all day long - poor Yuji himself is waiting for it all to end, it exhausts him almost to the point of insanity.

He loves making you cum at the same time as him; at the same time, he's always hungry for your praise - he literally melts from it, go ahead. You can gently touch your belly as you sit on his knot, push a little on the protruding outline of his cock - this boy already whimpers every time you squeeze him, hell yeah he'll go crazy Yuji just can't help himself and will start licking your face like a real puppy, and please - please (!), touch it, touch it lower…

It might be safer for you to wait it out, but I'm afraid that if you do, Yuji won't be able to forgive himself or you. He'll be able to let you go, he won't hold you back, but his trust in you will be shattered. Okay, if it happens in the beginning, before the guy even touches you, but if you disappear a couple days later, or even near the end, Itadori will be very worried about it. Yeah, he'll be freaking out - what if he did something wrong? Did he hurt you? Or maybe you just stopped liking him? No, no. For a creature who only seeks your approval, this would equate to a simple ditching - you'd break his heart.

"P-mg-please…!" Itadori is rendered speechless by how skillfully you saddle his hips. Don't slow down.

MAHITO

Mahito is crazy on his own - the heat has almost no effect on him unless he wants it himself. If you think he doesn't normally touch you - you are sorely mistaken. He may spend nights exploring your body out of pure interest, Mahito won't hold back his curiosity even if you catch him doing it - in fact, it will only encourage him to continue, even with more fervor, roughly touching everything he can reach with his fingers.

The guy will spread your legs, playing with your hole and rubbing your wretched clit until you start gasping from overexcitement and inability to cum. Oh, this guy is cunning - he'll use every trick in his arsenal to bring you to the point of exhaustion. You may be wondering why you can't cum. It's simple really, Mahito just won't let you do it until he's played with you. You're wondering "how"? Well, speaking of his tricks, some manipulation of your soul results in this - you'll start feeling his touch everywhere, by the end of your adulteries, there won't be a place on your body that this pervert hasn't touched; indeed, inside you too.

He'll let you play with the feathers on his wings. In truth, he looks more like a particularly fluffy bat than a bird. They're actually very soft, but you don't want to touch them for too long - just look at his eyes at that moment and you'll understand. If suddenly he grabs you and presses you against him, burying his nose in your neck, don't twitch, and certainly don't try to break free. Relax and sit like that for a few minutes - settle on his hips, make yourself as comfortable as you like, fidget as much as you like - the guy's like Ken in there, so you don't have to worry about that, but you don't want to provoke his irritation.

On average, it's still not that bad. If only Mahito didn't clean out your fridge daily, things would still be exactly as they should be. But, of course, the weirdness doesn't end there - one day he might just come along and screw your ass - it's up to you to decide what to do about it. Hopefully you know how a prostate massage is done, it will probably be enough for him - at the very least just play with his hole, oh it will throb so violently every time you hit some point deep inside the guy. After all, this creature better not be denied too harshly.

"Ha-ha-ha!" The guy laughs loudly as you burrow your fingers into his feathers. Just, don't yank those overly hard.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami is a sufficiently mature man to sit down with you before all of this and discuss some of the details of the coming period. Along with that, you have to decide what to do about it - he'll ask you a few times if you're ready for it before settling down and leaving you to mull over what's going on. The fox has enough control over his state of mind that, if anything, he'll be able to stop in time and not hurt you much - at most, it'll be bruises on the wrists he likes to hold above your head so much. Usually, he tries to finish as quickly as he can, but sometimes he'll catch on.

You might regret allowing yourself the idea that sex with him is boring when the man continues to lazily thrust into you after two hours, not wanting to stop and shoving his cock into your tortured holes no matter what. But judging by the fact that even in this state, Kento continues to care about more than just his own pleasure - you're bound to cum next. Probably more than once. A man likes it when you beg him and call him daddy. He has no idea why, but it makes him fuck you rougher, counting to sparks from your eyes and buckling legs, possibly affecting your ability to sit up properly or even stand without bending over from the pain in your stomach and ass… It's sure to be worse than your period.

Kento is a responsible man, he will definitely take care of his partner afterwards, because he knows very well what state you're in right now. He'll help you get to the bathroom if you don't mind - he'll even wash you with a nice bit of warm water, and in the morning you'll have breakfast waiting right in bed. After all, like a true gentleman, he should take care of you, no matter how tired he is; after all, you also took care of him. The only exception is when you make him jealous. In those cases, he is unable to even clean himself up, let alone do anything else. And, you're already wondering how to do it.

After this ambiguous period, Nanami will lose a lot of weight because his body can no longer consume food in the same quantities as it did during the rut. At times, he will simply forget to eat, due to his poor condition - frequent dizziness and general weakness, he will be immensely pleased if you show care towards him. It is better to ventilate the apartment more often - low temperatures man tolerates better than heat - and already tired of this condition, the man will want only normal rest. In addition, it is worth specifying the fact that he has a very sensitive sense of smell. Sharp odors irritate him, be careful with this.

"Are you alright?" A slightly hitched, loud breath comes out of the man's chest with a slight whoosh.

NORITOSHI KAMO

Noritoshi is a pretty darling dude, he's embarrassed enough to talk to you about it, but he'll definitely give you a couple words of warning so it's not a total surprise. Sweetness, he just doesn't know what to make of it. It's just as unfamiliar to him as it is to you - feeling his own body in this way is obviously new to the boy. So, he will definitely ask for your help in solving this problem.

During the rut, the guy stays calm and even seems a bit sleepy, and that's actually true - if he could, he'd be asleep all day long, but alas, it will not be possible to just lay this thing off - no matter how much he wants to. If the fox seems a little grumpy to you at first, that's normal. Aggression in the first couple of days is natural for his species, and even though he tries his best to keep it to a minimum, his fluffy tail will still rise up every time he sees you. Massage his head, especially near his ears, and play with his hair a bit - you can comb it with a coarse-toothed comb to relax him.

The guy is as calm as a boa constrictor during this process - he has only one goal, to release tension; mostly his own, but you can work with that - the guy just doesn't know what to do with you, guide him a little, help him understand exactly what you want from him and he will pick it up immediately - he learns quickly. After all, Camo is well aware that there's not much you can do alone - he's at your pleasure, especially when he's blown away. The pace stays the same, darling, you probably won't even notice it, because you'll be blacking out just a couple minutes after the guy enters this state - most likely neither you nor he will understand why it happened; he - because he doesn't remember anything that happened to him during this state, you - for obvious reasons, just can't know it. Only the marks on your body and neck will be any hint of what happened.

Noritoshi is trying to take care of you - he's not a stupid person and realizes that you need follow-up care, even if you seem quite alert. He will gently but insistently guide you to the bathroom and put you to bed, perhaps he can also stretch your stiff legs if he notices that you can't find a comfortable position. You can ask him for help at any time - his fluffy ears will instantly turn in your direction, and he'll listen to your every word.

"Lay still, you need to rest." To the question: "do you?" the guy only lets out a slight, barely elusive chuckle and sighs deeply.

OKKOTSU YUTA

It's not so clear-cut with him. You can't be fully prepared for your furbaby's heat, no matter what you do before it. No one knows what will suddenly click in his poor head and what he will do to fulfill his desires. You don't have to worry, though - he treats you like a princess, carries you around on his arm and makes you stay close to him; even if you don't like it very much, I highly recommend listening to him. Well, if it makes you feel any better - Yuta will always be more dangerous to others than to you.

Oh, his flushed face is so inviting. Press your lips against his - bite them, kiss them like it's your last time, and he'll return the favor. Yuta usually moves at a relatively slow pace, letting you relax and get used to him - to fully experience the process. The tingles rushing across your skin like electric shocks, something brackish on your lips, the cool air from the room contrasting so sharply with the heavy, hot breath that mingles with your languid moans caressing your ears.

Okkotsu likes it when you're on top. No, you still don't have complete control - Yuta is like a caring, overprotective parent, sort of letting his baby have all the fun he wants, but ready to interrupt and take over at a moment's notice. In fact, he really does treat you like a baby. Despite the external insecurity, the guy is really aware of what he is doing and what consequences can come out of all this - he has plenty of responsibility, but sometimes it's hard to take him seriously. Ah, yes, in spite of that, you still have to deal with a little bit of guardianship from his side, although it should be the other way around, but that's another story.

This cutie is hungry for affection - you can touch him everywhere, from his soft (slightly greasy) ears to the tip of his tail. His reaction will probably be the most adequate - he likes to be touched, but he is calm about it, without much passion, like a normal cat, even when he is constantly in a state of slight excitement. Unless your actions become a little more intense. A little more pressure, a slight pull, a soft and rhythmic massage, lower… This will already be perceived as a signal for action. But don't worry, you can touch him at any time without any problems - he even encourages it. In his own way, with a short lick on the cheek or a playful nibble on the neck, but he's really pleased that you're taking such initiative.

"Hey-hey-hey-hey, sparkle, that's not the point-you shouldn't be walking around like that after being so overwhelmed!" The guy turns around to see you, awakened by the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen and now frozen in the doorway, wagging your tail unhappily as the oil in the pan sizzles and shoots upwards. Oops, looks like you accidentally ruined the surprise.

RYŌMEN SUKUNA

Do you think he's possessive? Well, I'll stop you in your tracks - more like yandere on steroids. You'll have to take a day off work - better a vacation right away, because Sukuna will not tolerate other people's scent on you at any stage of his rut - none at all, except his own. Be sure that you have enough food at home, because heaven forbid you should bring even that slight residue of perfume from the elevator on you… It won't be good for you or the unfortunate person whose cologne was left hanging in the air before it settled on your clothes.

Sukuna treats you like a sex slave, a fuck toy, an inferior being, even with his four arms around your frail body and his cocks deep inside your insides and his dry lips whispering dirty words in your ear. His attitude won't change, darling, but you'd better always stay within the confines of the same room with him and obediently spread your legs whenever he demands it. In fact, you can initiate intercourse yourself - he won't stop you from pleasuring him, but know that even after that, he'll be sure to fuck you properly.

His favorite spot is the windowsill; pressing you against the glass, knowing full well that someone might notice you… There's something about it. For some reason, a man especially likes to bend you roughly over right in front of him, making you rest your hands on the frame and shiver with each of his thrusts, while all his hands move slowly all over your body - stroking every curve, your swollen tummy, the waist so perfectly suitable for him to place one pair of his hands on it, your sweet titties bouncing with the rest of your body, while down below, your womb making the loudest, most shameful sounds just for him - Ryomen loves you whole and entire, even if he will never admit it to you or to himself. Oh, if you can ever forget him (which is impossible in itself), the feeling of his cock in your pussy will not be erased from your memory. He is the master in your relationship, rather than you. And he likes to pamper his pet.

Sukuna has a very sensitive tail. If you ever want to touch it, ask permission, and then treat it as if it might fall apart at the slightest gust of wind. Under no circumstances, God forbid, do not sit on it. Never, ever. Ryomen will not look at your relationship or your affection and empty, stale feelings as his heart. He might not kill you, but he'll maim you for sure. In fact, he'll like you all he wants, but you're not likely to bounce back quickly - and the scars on your body will be an eternal reminder of your small but painful misstep and how dangerous he can be. During sexual intercourse, you can lightly massage the very base of his back - where the fur meets the human part of his back - your actions will definitely be met by his approving purr, which may well pass for a growl, only slightly muffled (only for you!). The only thing - make sure that your hands are dry, and the fur does not stick to them (and it is better to touch only human skin around. That area is also sensitive, but he'll probably like it better).

"So pretty, little slut… Come on, come on, get your hand away from your face - I want to see your adorable face!" Mockingly mutters Ryomen, continuing to move, and making you bite your lip as both of his cocks pierce your holes - too much? You beg him to stop.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

Even if Megumi is collected and calm at first, eventually even he'll start to waver. His seemingly stable state will become a trap - he'll be ready to tear you apart if you get too close, because he doesn't know what to do with his new state yet. It's hard for him; try to talk to him from a distance, offer your help - we are responsible for those we tame. If you can make a deal with him, he'll reluctantly get up and follow you into the bedroom, but if Fushiguro starts turning away from you and snorting, looking away and down, stop trying, it's not going to get you anywhere. Of course, I won't stop you from trying, but who knows what he'll do if you keep seducing him.

The guy will bite you. Back of the neck, almost behind the ear - you know. It's not his bad whim (although it's hard to be responsible for that anymore), it's more of an instinct. Is it so hard to wait for him to tag his beautiful mate? He eventually gets used to all this and starts to take a lot more initiative, sometimes grunting tiredly into your neck and wagging his tail, he still doesn't like his condition, but over time the guy becomes more tolerant of it all - taking it for granted, which isn't great, but anyhow better than a complete refusal to deal with it.

Megumi is a smart boy, he knows exactly what happens if you overdo it, so he always picks a pace that is comfortable for both of you. For some reason, Fushiguro likes sex facing a reflection. He often moves that big full-length mirror in the corner of the room to your bed and spreads your legs in front of it, playing with your wet hole for long periods of time, making you squirm in his arms and beg for his cock, occasionally praising you and mumbling what a good girl you are - so obedient in his arms. It really turns him on, his flushed cheeks and eyes twitching with pure delight - what you'll see in that very mirror, if you can do it, while his fingers are so deep inside you, caressing places you didn't even know existed - you just have to wonder, "How?" he manages to do that with just his hands?

He loves it when you cook his food - your cooking basically. You can spend half a day in the kitchen, be sure your labors will not go unnoticed, he will eat everything and thank you. If suddenly, you're wondering about the reward - don't worry, he's very generous, especially when he's fed and satisfied. Megumi is damn fascinated by the way you try to please him - no matter how he's feeling at the moment, he'll always be mesmerized by the movements of your hands as if under hypnosis. Stroke his head, and once you're free, massage his ears, and he'll be completely at your mercy, his eyes at that moment just something filled with boundless devotion and delight.

"Ha-ah, honey, you're just adorable," Megumi kisses you loudly on the top of your head, caressing your thighs with joy in his gaze and pulling you to him. Ah, yes, the sudden bursts of joy and mood swings were worth getting used to.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Absolute Asshole 2.0. He knows how much you enjoy riding his cock and takes full advantage of it. Toji teases you on purpose - accidentally miss when he seemed ready to be inside you? Slow down at the most inopportune moment? Oh, along with that, he also enjoys watching you melt, literally fall apart on his cock like a trained slut.

Fushiguro prefers to take turns using your holes, making sure both are filled. It's exhausting - but this man is relentless. With him, you're sure to have a hard time. After two days, there won't be a surface in your house that he hasn't fucked you on. Not to mention he'll snap on the first day - ask him to tie himself up and don't expect fair play. And if he does make the knots tight enough, you'll have to voluntarily do to him what he does to you on your own - not without that, alas.

You'll have to force him into the shower - he'll be completely neglected the moment he decides he doesn't need it. In fact, he does - and even if he doesn't normally smell, during the rut the whole house smells of that disgusting musky odor. Relax, though: you'll eventually stop paying attention to him. Fun fact: in this state, Toji just hates the smell of cherries. If you decide to take a bath, use anything that doesn't have a cherry scent.

At times, Fushiguro will just come up to you and grab you like a teddy bear - twirling you around in his arms until you wrap your arms around him with tears in your eyes. There's something about. The way his big hands hold you up in the air and onto his cock with such ease. Hold on tight, it's really wild. After that, Toji really works up an appetite. A vicious appetite. Even if a man doesn't normally deny himself a refill, now he's just going to clean out your fridge, your cupboards, all the food in the house. You're gonna have to use a delivery guy. Use his credit card for that and don't be afraid.

"Baby, I think that smell is disgusting."

CHOSO

Choso will continue to take care of you even when you're in heat. The only problem is that this time his guardianship will increase many times over. Also, the guy is freezing all the time, and with that comes a panicky fear of water, especially cold water. That's why you'll have to sit with him in a thousand blankets and not the best odor coming from this pile, in which, he also rolled before it. He's a cat with a dog's demeanor.

He doesn't really need sexual stimulation, it's just a supplement. His mind is also consumed by instincts, but they are more about protecting his partner and something like nesting attracts him much more than a rude fuck. Of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't need sexual stimulation at all. You'll also have to spread your legs in front of him on a regular basis, but he'll be much softer, still capable of not completely losing control of yourself or the situation - you can totally relax, he'll do it all. If you're not ready for something more, he'll also accept that you just jerk him off - your hands are much nicer than his, covered with rough skin and calluses. Thighs are also an option - he can handle that part of his rut on his own (relatively), but it's up to you to figure out what to do with the rest.

For some reason, Choso really likes to bite you. Every bit of your body that he can reach, your neck will be covered in multiple painful bites and red marks. I'm afraid it's far from the most pleasant thing that's ever happened to you, but really, you're still lucky that it only takes him out in moments of obsession. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to tolerate it so successfully. If your neck is inaccessible - wrapped in bandages, or you've treated it with bitter medication - he might start doing the same thing to your wrists, or hips.

Guy loves when you talk to him - read him a bedtime story, he'll definitely enjoy it. Sometimes, Choso wakes up completely disoriented, as if he's forgotten where he is and what's going on. At such times, all he has to do is hug you and cuddle as tightly as he can, drawing in air and letting your scent fill his lungs completely. Because of this, Choso is often sticky with you, but he flat out refuses to go outside. At least a moment of peace (but don't stay out there longer than usual - otherwise he'll get anxious and might even follow you. This is especially unacceptable because Choso's spatial awareness is abysmal).

"Please don't move. Let's just lie like this… Just a little longer." The dude clearly doesn't notice the sweat dripping off you. He doesn't notice the sweat dripping off you, either, but he not only ignores it, he purrs low and low, burrowing deeper into the blanket.

mm-m, let's talk about… (ask box is open)

[halemerry]

On the Bookshop, the Concept of Home, and Going Too Fast

So, weirdly enough, I want to start with a scene that has very little to do with the actual Bookshop: 1967. We get Crowley planning a heist and being interrupted by an angel clutching a thermos full of holy water and promising that someday, maybe, they could let themselves have the life they want together. And we get that line. You know the one. You go too fast for me.

This one line of dialogue went a very long way to cementing the fanon perception of their roles in the relationship as we've largely been shown them - Crowley gently pushes and gives Aziraphale space to slowly feel comfortable setting his own boundaries or adjusting his worldview. And I’m not saying this is wrong - it’s definitely what we're primed to expect in their pattern - but I do think it ignores a fairly common variation of their pattern. See, sometimes, Aziraphale is actually the faster of the two of them - he's just not quite as flashy about it.

Crowley very rarely actually does any pushing without getting some kind of signal from Aziraphale first. Aziraphale, whether consciously or otherwise, quite frequently is the player making the first move on their metaphorical chess board. We see that he's the first to push for them to work together in the story of Job. We see that he's the first to invite Crowley to socialize together in Rome. We see as early as the Globe that Aziraphale has discovered and weaponized how to ask Crowley for things with a simple look and that Crowley has gotten very good at reading those asks. We actually see this dynamic in real time as Aziraphale drops signals to Crowley on how he should form his deception of the angels in the Book of Job. Even the Arrangement itself is something Crowley doesn't push for until he knows explicitly that Aziraphale isn't happy with the terms of his work. In other words, Aziraphale sets a cue, Crowley picks up on it and adapts.

So what does this have to do with the Bookshop?

Well. The Bookshop is a prime example of Aziraphale getting there faster. Because the bookshop, whether he knows it at the time or not, is absolutely a nest.

Nesting is behavior typically associated with birds, but is actually something lots of animals do. Even humans exhibit this behavior to some degree. It’s functionally gathering a bunch of stuff to create a safe, comfortable place, typically constructed for the purpose of raising children or attracting a mate. In other words: the creation of a home.

Because the Bookshop is their home. It is their safe space and sanctuary. It is a space for them to meet and just Exist without worrying about being seen. A home base where they can just Be themselves. It’s a constant in a world ever shifting around them. It’s a place for them to come back to. A place that will always be waiting for them both. And a place that they both have to be able to check in on each other. This is why the Bookshop burning hit as hard as it did. Their home was destroyed in fire and flame. And they both know it. Every expression and shift in tone when they talk about it speaks to the gravity of that loss - even if it was only temporary. And I think it was always intended to be just that on some level from the very start.

So timeline wise the closest scene we know about to Aziraphale starting his plans for the shop is the scene at the Globe. This takes place in 1601 and features the two of them being very conscious of being seen and the potential consequences thereof. They pick going to the Globe expecting it to be busy enough to blend into the crowd and Aziraphale's objection re the Arrangement has shifted onto the idea of Hell destroying Crowley.

It is less than a century later that Aziraphale buys the land that will eventually become the bookshop. In 1630 he purchases the land with his own money. That’s his money. Money that he made mostly the human way. Although this space would eventually become an embassy to Heaven it was made via earthly means. It’s his, not Heaven’s. Less than 30 years after we first see them express concern for how dangerous it would be to be seen Aziraphale starts making a space for them to retreat to.

And he does it slowly. He spends decades slowly buying up the land in the area. In fact, it’s nearly 200 years before the Bookshop will be ready to open. By the time we hit the Bastille, he’s clearly decided on a bookshop and has clearly told Crowley all about it. They’re comfortable with each other and already trust each other to a frankly absurd degree. Aziraphale risks discorporation on the sure thing that Crowley will know he’s in danger and come save him just because he wants to see him. In other words, by the time they’re at the point where they’re making elaborate excuses to see each other, Aziraphale is less than a decade away from naming the home he has been carefully making for himself A.Z. Fell and Co.

The and Co is important here for obvious reasons. We all know there’s only one person that it could be referring to. Even as Aziraphale is still denying that they are friends, he is plastering the idea that they are a unit all over the front door of his home long before even he realizes that what he is feeling for Crowley is love.

This is part of why the conversation about ‘our car, our bookshop’ comes much easier to Aziraphale. And it is an easier jump for him to make. He's the one that brings it up and he does it quite casually. He's testing the waters a bit, but is confident the conversation will go his way. Of course we have a car. Just as we have a bookshop.

The thing is I don't think Crowley ever really got that memo on a conscious level. We can see his relationship to the shop shift in the way he moves around the shop shifts over time. The earliest we see him in the shop itself is 1941. It's night time which gives the whole thing a bit of clandestine air, which is fitting for where they're at on the timeline. He stays mostly in one spot in his shots here, sort of hovering about the shop not getting too close to Aziraphale but not drifting out on his own either. He also stays as close to sitting normally as we tend to see Crowley ever sit and his glasses stay on. Which that's not to say he doesn't relax at all. He takes off his hat and make himself comfortable and, most telling, doesn't bother with fixing his glasses when they slip off his nose. He's comfortable and familiar here but it's in a strained sort of distant way. There's trust there, for sure, but he is clearly a visitor in this space.

The next we see of Crowley in the shop is the mid 2000s. It's still night time. His glasses stay on until he's drunk and the he takes them off of his own accord. He moves about the shop, touching various objects and leaning against various pillars and shelves and furniture. He's more comfortable here, but he still he needs a bit of alcohol in his system to get there.

We then see him briefly in the daytime after they realize they have lost the Anti-Christ. The glasses stay on here and alcohol is notably present. And then we do not see him in the shop again until it is burning. All and all most our shots of the bookshop from season one are Aziraphale alone moving about his space. We know Crowley's there enough that his smell lingers in the place, but we don't actually see that much of it beyond those first tom scenes.

Season 2 couldn't be more different in this regard.

Crowley moves in and out of the bookshop as it suits him. At one point he wanders off in the middle of Aziraphale zoning out in a memory without bothering to shake Aziraphale out of it. We even get him doing what is functionally a bird courtship dance right here in the middle of the shop. Aziraphale in turn takes active steps to get Crowley into the shop whether it's leaving him to watch it while he's gone or suggesting that Crowley likes waiting in the shop for him - a thing Crowley does not outright deny beyond objecting to Gabriel's presence there.

And we get a lot of Crowley in the shop this season- both with and without Aziraphale. And regardless of Aziraphale's presence, Crowley's behavior doesn't really shift too much. He's moving around the shop far more that we've ever seen him historically and he spends half that time sprawling on the furniture like it's his.

And, of course, nearly every time we see him enter the Bookshop to engage with Aziraphale, the glasses come off.

He lets his face stay exposed in the shop, even eventually in front of Gabriel. The only other place we've ever seen him take his sunglasses off by his own choice are in his own flat or when he's trying to make a point about his own nature. Even when he's engaging with Hell, so long as he's not grabbed unexpectedly, he has them on. Crowley wears them around people well before sunglasses had technically even been invented. But not here. Not anymore. Not in this story that is framing the bookshop as a literal safe haven.

Even the palette for the Bookshop this season speaks volumes. Now Season 1 in general is a little grayer than Season 2 (this is in part because of the general aesthetics of when they were made and in part because of the difference in tone between the two seasons) and it's very very noticeable in the shop itself. Here's some side by sides of similar areas of the shops between two seasons, I bet you could guess which was which based on the colors themselves.

The palette season 1 suits Aziraphale just fine. It's more neutral tones like he tends to favor on himself. It's still cozy but in a dusty sort of way. The palette of season 2 is warmer. Less white and more orange to the point where even the pillars holding up the bookshop are more vibrant. There's more natural light and we see it more often during the day. It's a warm, shared, space now. They both get plenty of use out of it.

And Crowley now looks like he fits there too. The shift in his palette makes him feel in conversation with the bookshop in a way his season 1 red can't quite mesh with the more washed out palette. I won't repost all these images I was going feral over last night but you can find a lot of shots of him in the shop windows here that really show the ways he works with the colors of the shop.

So why hasn't Crowley moved in officially if he's practically done so already?

Because this is their whole problem in a nutshell. It's a prime example of the way their pattern doesn't work anymore. It's not built for a world like this. Its built for a world where they have to hide and make excuses. And while being free of that is objectively good it also means they have none of that to hide behind anymore. Subtext doesn't have to be subtext anymore and that can be as scary as it can be exciting. Freedom from things like Heaven and Hell can be hard when that's all you've ever known. This is all new territory for them. The meaning of what home can be to them shifts a lot in a space where they can more or less do as they like.

Aziraphale doesn't need to be indirect about what he wants anymore but can't quite figure out how to be more direct in the asking. He's ready but can't quite parse how to say that out loud. Or why he would even need to when he's been saying it quietly for more than a century. He built a shop full of human knowledge into a safe haven for the demon that fell for asking questions. He invited Crowley into the shop on day one, just like everything else he loves. He's already left the door open for Crowley to come and go as he pleases and as far as he's concerned Crowley has already half moved in anyway. From his perspective he's already set a large blinking neon sign up that says 'this is your home too'.

Crowley, for his part, can't read this cue. Not without thinking about going to fast or starting a battle with his own sense of self worth. He's been in keep them alive mode for so long I'm not even sure he really knows how to let himself have needs outside of that on any conscious sort of level. There's nowhere to push if you don't have an endgame. And even if he did have one the last explicit boundary he had established by Aziraphale was telling him to slow down.

But I do think they both realize this. Crowley grumbles about what's the point from the start of his first scene and of course eventually does take a shot at expressing his wants. Aziraphale's fixation on the Ball comes into play here too. He says they allow humans to realize they have misunderstood each other and that they're actually in love. Which is just flat out their whole problem summarized for us nice and neatly.

They're not understanding each other. They haven't had the conversations they need to have. But they are trying. They still trying, even if they don't understand the ways each other is doing so. And at the end of this season even as they are separated again, the nest still stands. And, maybe the next time we get to see them, they'll decide it's in good hands right now and start building another nest together in in South Downs, but, no matter what, the shop is still home. And even if it is a place they have lost each other twice, there is no doubt in my mind that it is a place they will find each other again.

[43501]

So I read your Near romance headcanons and can't stop thinking about Near "panicking and shutting down" after his first time having sex, could you talk more about it and about his first time in general?

(I'm loving your headcanons about him♡)

Hey, thank you! I really appreciate it, I put a great deal of thought into them and hope they spark enjoyment (and help people to see my vision of him).

When you think about it, this headcanon is mega variable and not really a "given". It depends on a ton of factors - how long have you been in a relationship at the point it happens? Have you talked about it before? How slow or fast did it go? How old is Near? I think there'd be a difference between 18 year old post-Kira, 21 year old c-Kira, 27 year old a-Kira etc…

No matter what, though, the first time leaves him overwhelmed. Intellectually he understood what to expect, but nothing can prepare you for the real thing and it left him feeling more exposed than he bargained for. Near is a person who struggles to lower his guard. He's also a person accustomed to being in control of his emotions and reactions at all times. Anything that makes him feel not in control makes him anxious (he doesn't tolerate alcohol well for the same reason).

Some free-floating thoughts about (you) and Near's first time below the cut, warning for NSFW text.

You have to lead, this is non-negotiable. He's good at following along and a quick study, but you need to show him the way. There's a sense that he doesn't know exactly what to do - not completely sure where to look or place his hands, what would feel good and when, if he should speak or make any sound. The slight awkwardness is very endearing, though.

Exploring his body is great fun because he's super sensitive in an erogenous way in a lot of places. This is his first time, so neither of you were aware of this until now. Lathing your tongue over his ear or mouthing his neck will earn you the sweetest gasps you've heard in your life. His collarbone, nipples and stomach are also effective areas to kiss (and, I'm sorry to say, his feet if you dare to go down that far and try it someday).

He seems into it, but you know him well at this point and you can tell he's a touch apprehensive. Go as slow as possible and verbally check-in when it seems right, even if it disrupts the mood a little.

He's the type to close his eyes for most of it, a little lost in the sensation. His pale skin flushes easily. In those rare moments where his eyes meets yours, his expression is soft and vulnerable in a way you've never seen it before. It makes your heart clench.

It's best to get him off with your hand or mouth (rushing ahead to full penetration is probably too much for him this time). After the lengthy foreplay he's achingly ready for it and busts in a couple of minutes. As a sidequest, shamelessly slurp up his spunk to make him experience a combination of emotions he's never felt before: "ugh, that's kind of gross" and "that's extremely arousing". The look on his face will be worth it.

For some reason I think he's the type of guy who'll get up and clean off straight away after sex (maybe because I'm fastidious and do this…) so once he's in possession of his faculties again, he excuses himself and leaves for a few minutes. When he returns to your side, it's not a nice, comfortable afterglow - something feels off. He seems out-of-sorts, distracted, providing terse one-word responses when you try to communicate. If you press him for an explanation, he just says he "feels weird" and "can't explain it". The correct thing to do is not take it personally, reassure him and just be patient. If you ask him if he'd like to be left alone, his answer is a definite "no". He wants you to lay beside him and hold his hand, or come closer and cuddle him. This will be one of those nights where he absolutely insists on sleeping with you (he explicitly requests this from time to time, not super often though).

[dreamweave01]

What was CJ's first word?

(I feel like it was something he wasn't supposed to hear. Like a cuss word or something.)

So I have to apologize XD

I kept putting off this ask because I wanted to make a little mini comic for it. The idea of CJ's first word is just too adorable to me!

But I couldn't figure out what the word would be :(

While yes, having it be something he definitely shouldn't say is absolutely hilarious, I personally like the idea of his first word being something sweet. Maybe said at an unexpected moment, catching everyone off guard.

I came to the conclusion that his first word should be someone's name.

Which was where my troubles started.

The obvious choice would be Cassandra or Noa. An infant's first word is often along the lines of "Mama" or "Dada," and let's be honest, these two are awesome parents. They totally deserve getting to be CJ's first word.

If Cassandra, she's the kind of mom who would parade him around on top of her shoulders with undeniable pride. If Noa, there's no way the poor man's holding back those tears. Open the floodgates!

But then I thought, "What if CJ's first word was someone else's name?"

It got me thinking how an innocent moment like that would affect the others.

April would go full auntie mode, doing everything in her power to get him to say it again so she can record it and send it on the group chat as undeniable evidence that she's "the favorite." And CJ obviously wouldn't say it again until after she gives up XD

I could see Mikey being absolutely elated. He would one hundred percent be the one to have made it a competition, and he would be quite the smug victor (all in good fun of course.)

It would be something Donnie wouldn't have expected, and I think he would be deeply touched. CJ's always had a soft spot in Dee's heart, (he denies it.) It might be one of the many things that gets the guy to loosen up and let his guard down a bit.

For Raph, it would really help further illustrate just how much has changed. After everything he's done (everything he was forced to do that is,) there's still this innocent little bundle of joy that loves and trusts him. He's not the weapon the Kraang made him out to be.

And finally Leo. There would be a lot of mixed emotions. Surprise, joy, sadness, guilt. . . He would need to step away and take a moment to process it all. Does he really deserve a second chance with this kid? Someone who had relied on him, who Leonardo couldn't protect when it really mattered. He honestly doesn't know if he deserves that chance, or if he ever will.

Do I want to draw this someday? Yes! Absolutely!

But I'm going to have to do a LOT of thinking and decision making until then.

Am I overthinking this? Oh, one hundred percent. It'll probably end up being a bit underwhelming when I do get around to this, considering all the time I'm putting into planning this moment.

There's just so much potential. I could make it sweet. I could make it angsty. Most likely it'll be sweet- BUT MY POINT IS!!!

. . .I forgot what my point is, I'm basically just rambling at this point because this has been ridiculously hard for me to decide for some reason.

Have a good day :')

[alltimecharlo]

hi! 😊 um, if you're still taking prompts, maybe Will with a small child (one of the older players' kids or a little fan?) and Mack simply unable to compute that image? Maybe even imagining Will with a kid with Mack's wide smile and Will's beautiful curls? anyways, thank you for your wonderful work, and the fics have been AWESOME

thank you so much!! 🥹 and uh YES a million times over. kid fics are my absolute kryptonite - fic under the cut! <3

Mack isn’t sure what he’s looking at.

Scratch that—he knows what he’s looking at. He’s just not sure how his brain is supposed to process it.

Will is crouched in the middle of the team lounge, one hand braced on his knee, the other holding a juice box for a toddler who couldn’t be more than three years old. The kid’s wearing an oversized Sharks jersey that nearly swallows him whole, and he’s staring up at Will like he’s some kind of superhero.

Which, fine. Mack gets it. Will does look kind of like a superhero sometimes. Blond hair all tousled and golden in the overhead lights, blue eyes that crinkle when he smiles, stupid perfect cheekbones. Even his laugh sounds like it was engineered in a lab to make people fall in love with him.

But still.

Watching him hold a juice box steady while making a lion sound to get a gummy smile from a kid who’s got applesauce on his chin?

Mack is toast.

"You okay over there?" Toff nudges him with an elbow, smirking.

"I—what?" Mack blinks, realizing he's been staring. Probably with his mouth open.

"You look like you're watching a nature documentary. Like Will's a rare bird."

Mack scowls and elbows him back, but his eyes flicker back to the scene in front of him involuntarily.

Will is now sitting cross-legged on the floor, letting the kid tug at the strings of his hoodie. He’s laughing, completely unbothered. The kid babbles something unintelligible, and Will nods like he totally gets it. "Yeah, that’s what I said too, buddy."

Mack’s heart actually hurts a little.

The kid’s dad—Wenny, who’s just back from injury and brought his son to practice—finally jogs over. "Sorry, sorry," he says, scooping the toddler up into his arms. "He likes you more than me now. I should be offended."

Will grins. "What can I say? I’m great with kids."

And that’s when it happens.

Mack has a vision so sudden and vivid it almost knocks him backward.

Will, barefoot in a sunlit kitchen, balancing a giggling toddler on his hip. The kid’s got wild curls, bright and unruly, but it’s the smile that hits Mack like a freight train. That wide, gummy, dimpled smile—his smile. But Will’s eyes. Their kid. Their kid.

Mack coughs, nearly chokes on air.

Will looks over, brows knitting. "You good, man?"

"Fine," Mack croaks, waving him off.

Will walks over, hands in his pockets, head tilted. "You sure? You look kind of flushed."

Mack shrugs, trying to play it cool. He’s not cool. He’s the opposite of cool. His entire internal operating system just rebooted.

"Didn’t know you were a baby whisperer," he says, aiming for casual.

Will shrugs, still smiling. "Guess I got the touch."

Mack makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Something like you really do but mercifully doesn’t say it out loud.

They start walking toward the locker room together. Mack keeps sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye. He can still see it—the domestic softness of it all. Will in sweatpants, toddler on his lap. Will reading bedtime stories. Will saying our kid.

He’s in hell.

"You ever want kids?" he blurts.

Will blinks. "Uh. Yeah. I think so. Someday. Not, like, now obviously."

Mack nods, a little too fast. "Cool. Coolcoolcool."

Will eyes him. "Why? You wanna co-parent or something?"

Mack nearly trips over his own feet.

Will cackles. "I’m kidding, dude. Relax."

But Mack is not relaxing.

Because co-parenting doesn’t sound like a joke. It sounds... kinda perfect.

Will opens the locker room door and holds it for him. "You coming or what?"

Mack exhales, dragging a hand down his face. He follows Will in.

Still thinking about chubby toddler fingers gripping Will’s hair and sleepy giggles and Will kissing their kid goodnight.

Yeah. He’s so screwed.

♡

[bangtanhoesthings]

I saw a comment somewhere that said " I believe Jikook are really together and they will live their truth out loud once they come out of the military.''

Let me put my tin foil hat on and accept the "togetherness" beyond all reasonable doubt for the sake of this argument .

Do I think they would?

Hmm, maybe but probably not.

Let me explain.

I lived in Korea for 14 months whilst getting my Masters. That country is very conservative. I tend to tell my friends that technologically and developmentally, they are leaps and bounds above most countries. But culturally and societal wise, most of Korea is still in the 1950s.

Looking at Korea through the lens of kpop and also kdramas makes people think it's an accepting society. Watching your fave male idols wear skirts, blush, pink, dangle earrings does nothing for the actual LGBTQ rights on the ground. Absolutely nothing. Queer people in South Korea face prejudice, discrimination, and other barriers to social inclusion, the worst among the countries in the developed world. Just a few weeks ago, over 200K Christians took to the streets to protest the anti-discrimination law which among other things would have been a positive step for queer rights.

In a country that's highly unaccepting of things that are different, coming out can put your life and safety at risk and is not advisable.

Would idols from a big group like BTS coming out be a positive thing for the 🌈 movement in SK? Of course. But it would still be an uphill battle and the toll it would take on their mental health is unimaginable.

What I am trying to say is, put your expectations at zero. Because the reality is if any of the members of BTS are LGBTQ, they may never come out and that's okay. They don't owe anyone that. The way society doesn't expect straight people to come out, is the same way it should stop expecting queer people to as well.

I am bisexual and I live in a country where being queer is a criminal offence. I could be arrested and put in prison. I have made peace with the fact that I will never come out, I probably never will be with a woman either. It breaks my heart but that's my reality. Jikook reality is not as extreme as mine, but sometimes the court of public opinion can be just as brutal.

All in all, I believe in living life on your own terms, whatever that looks like. Whether it's taking the risk-jumping off a cliff and learning how to fly in the process. Or taking the safer route and choosing not to jump at all. As long as you are happy, I am happy for you.

I think this grace should be extended to these men, whatever their orientation may be. BTS have made history by paving the way in some circles, this 🌈 may be one of the doors they decide to open for idols someday. Or it is just as likely we may never know, and that's ok. It's none of our business anyway.

Peace and love.

[cindyss]

my beautiful liar

chapter 4; after you inform Riddle about your choice, he helps you clean up the mess you had created, then you go back to his dorm to discuss the fake dating matter and eventually come to an agreement.

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“I decided to agree to the fake dating thing, now I need you to help me clean up a mess,” you said.

Your sudden decision took him aback, but he didn’t let you comment. “And what if I said no?” he stepped closer. 

“Then I’ll kill you,” you snarled at him without hesitation. 

He raised his eyebrows at you and chuckled, “What gives you so much confidence you can even get close to me?” another step. 

“You don’t know anything about me, Riddle,” you barked at him. “Now, either accept my so generous offer or get squashed into fucking mashed potatoes.” Could you do what you said? Maybe not, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You know, i never really understood the hype about mashed potatoes, the texture is awful and the taste, ugh god,” he fake gagged, “I can’t fucking bear it.”

What the fuck was he talking about? “Riddle!” you hissed at him. “There is no time.” This time, you stepped closer. “I need you to agree to this and explain the prophecy more to me.” 

He came a bit closer so that your chests touched, “You think I fucking like this? No, I don’t! So stop fucking acting like I have a choice, because I dont. You wholeheartedly believe I enjoy being called the dark lord’s unwanted child, and loathed by the whole school? I dont, it sucks. But you have no clue, do you? Because you’re this perfect orphan who someone cares about everyone around her and only wants what’s best for them while still fucking taking things slolwy at her own pace. Just because your mommy and daddy are dead, you get treated like this fucking princess and-”

You slap him, then you push him away so that he is at least 5 feet away from you.

“I have no time for this, it’s a simple yes or no goddammit!” you spoke, or you may have shouted.

“Fucking fine, god you’re intoleralbe,” he sneered at you. “But what made you come to this decision anyway?” he raised his eyebrows at you, no longer being able to mask the anger and confusion.

You raised your pants a bit to reveal to him your wound, and his jaw fell open. Though, he quickly retrieved and spoke, “What the fuck! What happened?”

“Aragog happened. You were right, I was on the astronomy tower, and the creature crawled up to me. So I killed it.” You hated admitting he was correct, but you had no choice.

“Of course I was right,” he scoffed. “And you fucking deserved that.” he chuckled. You glared at him, thinking about charging, but you changed your mind as he kept speaking. “Anyway, I don’t believe you killed it. What if this is a trap?” 

“I killed it, I told you you underestimate me, maybe I should just kill you myself so we could give this prophecy a rest, huh?”

He scowled at you, then he said, “Fine then, let’s go see it.” 

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I need help with my wound you asshole?” he seriously was a massive dickhead.

“Look, I really don’t give a fuck, you know how much willpower it’s taking me right now to not absolutely fucking kill you? You’re so goddamn annoying and i hope you realize that someday.” 

Ouch, that fucking hurt. But of course, you would never admit that to him. Were you really that triggering? No one had ever said that to you, your friends never gave signs of finding you annoying, and Dean always seemed to enjoy listening to you.

Your teachers adored you, your classmates supported you, but why were Slytherins so mean?

You felt tears coming in, but you fought to keep them away. Instead, you rolled your eyes at him as you stepped out of the room, him following you.

As you passed next to all the fellow Slytherins singing and swinging around, you got glares from everyone as you walked with Riddle behind you.

You paid them no attention as you made your way to the door and left.

Why was everyone so obsessed with him anyway? Was it because he was the dark lord’s son, or was it because he was so handsome?

That you didn’t know, but what you knew for sure is that by the next day, word would spread that you were seen with Riddle, not only in Slytherin’s common room, but his room too.

Were you, the golden child, princess of your friend group, and leader of your class, not so pure after all?

“So where are we going again?” he questioned, still seeming not to believe your story.

“The astronomy tower, and I’d rather you don’t speak to me,” you said angrily, because what he said earlier had stung.

And you walked a little faster.

“If you’re going to be so arrogant why don’t you clean up that shit alone huh? You claim to kill it, for sure, you can clean it.” 

“No, I can’t!” you raged.

“Why?” he was trying to get on your nerves.

You spun to face him as he was now behind you, and you both stopped in your tracks. “Because I’m allergic to its blood!” you were fuming now, he was insufferable.

“Is that why your face is so red?” he wanted to laugh, but instead he just masked it with a smirk.

You didn’t answer him after that. You just turned around and kept walking.

As you finally made your way to the astronomy tower, stopping when you got to the scene, Riddle had to take a step back at the sight.

The spider was dead, right in front of you. It’s blood smeared on the walls, the floor, the railings. Aragog was swimming in its pool of blood right there, and you had to clean it.

“Holy shit, you couldn’t have done all of this,” he said surprised. 

“Well, I did, and absolutely no one helped, so are we going to get to work or what?”

You turned to look at him, but he charged at you, with his hands wrapped around your throat, he held you up against the wall, his leg shoved between yours. 

“Do not fucking lie to me bitch, I knew this was a trap, who’s helping you? What’s the plan here, because I’ve caught you. And, in case you’re wondering, I will not hesitate to murder you right here next to this monster.” his breath was hot and near your face.

As his fingers squeezed harder on your neck, making you feel dizzy, your brain foggy, and signaled for you to speak. Then, when you realized what was happening, you kicked him in his lower abdomen. And before he could recover, you punched him in the face. 

He threw his head back, groaning in pain as blood trickled down his nose.

“You judge too quickly, and you’ve clearly misjudged me. I showed you what I’ve done, and you still have the nerve to attack me?” you scoffed at him.

Why was it so hard to believe you could do something like this? People were so quick to judge and underestimate.

“How? You were so quiet last year, and all the years before. How did you transform what the fuck.” you could see the visibile confusion and irritation on his face as he glared at you.

“You are so goddamn stupid, I didn’t transform! I simply hid it from you, from your friends, my friends.” Was he serious? Transform? Who even says that?

“But why? Why do you put on this weird persona of being the quiet angel who only cares about her grades and friends? I mean, do you even know how many people would fear you if they knew you could throw a punch like that?” his gaze lingered on you, waiting for an answer, which you did not fail to deliver.

“That’s the difference between you and me. You want to be scary, and I want to be respected. And I can do more than just throw a punch.” You were not going to skip over his insult just like that, you had to prove your point.

“But why did you suddenly decide to start speaking, huh?” Oh, god. You were going to murder him.

“Fuck you, I told you to stop saying that!” Why does no one ever realize how offensive it is to say that? Or are they aware and just choose to do it to spite everyone?

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” he now grew more irritated, which you didn’t know was possible. He was still holding his hand to his bloody nose.

Deciding to be the bigger, more mature person, you spoke calmly in hopes of getting both of you to pipe down, “It is none of your business, okay, Riddle? Now help me clean this up, alright?”

For a second, you see him hesitate to bug you even further, but as you are both tired of the night, he decides to let go and just help with the situation. He wipes his nose with his sleeve, looks around at the scene, then speaks, “Okay, well, I’ll take care of the spider, you find us a mop or something. And a hammer, for the railing, you know.” 

You nod at him and go inside to try to find something to clean up. You sneak to the nearest bathroom and find absolutely nothing. You also search a few other rooms for anything, yet you see nothing. You go back to find Riddle, who has already taken care of the spider, apparently. 

“How did you do that?” you ask him, confused.

“Magic, wise girl,” he mocked you as you rolled your eyes at him. Then, he said, “Where’s the mop?”

“I couldn’t find any.” 

“Well, we’ll just have to use more magic!”

With that, you end up cleaning the scene in silence, and Riddle only speaks to tell you how he somehow resurrected Aragog well and alive in the forest so that no one would notice what happened.

Being the dark lord's son really did have its advantages.

After long, exhausting hours of restless cleaning, you finally finished, and it was around 4 in the morning.

“Well, that was quick,” he mocked. He thought he was so funny. Then he continued, “Well, let’s go back to my room so we can talk about the fake dating plan.”

“Now?! Are you crazy?” Your jaw dropped in both astonishment and annoyance. 

“No, but we have a perfect scene, we were seen together, it would only make sense.” 

You thought about it for a while before concluding that it was, in fact, the most reasonable thing to do. But you were not going to let him push his ego any further, so, “If you insist, but I’m coming up with the plan!”

“Like fuck you are!” he hissed at you, his eyes now barely open.

“Well, then, thanks for the help, but this is not happening,” you sneered at him.

“You are so goddamn stubborn do you know that?” he was growing irritated once more.

“You want another punch to the penis Riddle?” you spoke triumphantly.

“You don’t scare me!” he came closer, his eyes narrowing at you. He was right, you, in fact, do not scare him. Instead, he terrifies you. You knew that no matter how much training, he would still be ahead of you. 

“We are going to my room, to talk about our plan, got it?” he spoke in a firm tone.

You huffed and just nodded, surrendering. 

You made your way back to his dorm to find students sprawled out on the couch, some with their clothes barely still on, some who don’t even belong in the Slytherin house.

You even spotted Blaise lying on the floor next to the chimney with a girl cuddled in between his arms.

As you made your way up the stairs, you found Theodore’s door open, and he was lying on his bed with two girls on each side of him, both naked, gross.

Then, when you got to the familiar room of Riddle, he made you sit down on his bed, and while he sat down on some leather couch you hadn’t noticed before, which was a few feet away from his bed. 

“First of all, we need to find a way to explain our sudden interest in each other,” he said.

“Well, any ideas?” you spoke.

“We could say you were so obsessed with me growing up and stuff like that, and I just gave in because I felt bad, you know, like the gentleman I am,” he talked with confidence like he believed it would work. You stare at him with a blank expression, and he can’t help but chuckle, apparently, because he just bursts out laughing. 

“What the fuck are you laughing at, Riddle?” 

“Have you seen your face? You look fucking ridicoulous!” he says while continuing to chuckle. You fight the urge to punch him but you hold back and instead speak, “Be serious you asshole, you sound absurd. Me? Obsessed with you? Seriously?” 

Then, he steadies himself, “So what’s the plan, Athena? You can think of something better?” 

“Yes, I can, actually. What we will say is you’ve always been fascinated with me, obviously. And some secret thing happened, like, you saved me from some monster while we were both by the lake, yes, that sounds valid. Anyway, that would be so I don’t bruise your ego, and I realized that you, in fact, were totally smitten with me. So, at first, I rejected you, that’s why you were sitting with some girl.”

Riddle then quirked his eyebrows at you, “You noticed?” he says, and you completely ignore his comment and continue speaking,

“And then I came to my senses and realized how perfect you are bla bla bla. And we’ll say that the whole ‘we hate each other thing’ was to mask our interest.” You stare at him, waiting for a response or possible reaction. 

“Well, it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever heard. We’ll go with it, I guess.”

“Good,” you nod at him. “Now, I have rules.”

“So do I,” he says.

“Go ahead.” 

“First, I want to tell my friends.” 

“Absolutely not!” 

Just when you thought you could go for longer than 10 minutes without fighting, it happens.

“I trust them, and if we’re going to do this, you need to trust me. They can be so much help to all of this, their knowing is better than their not knowing. Plus, you can tell your friends too.”

You thought about it, you couldn’t tell your friends, you didn’t want to. First of all, they weren't half as understanding as anyone else. Second, you were sort of drifting away from them recently, but you wouldn’t tell him that. And with that, you were also mad at them right now. So for now, they had to believe it was real.

“No, I don’t want to tell my friends, but fine, you can tell yours. What else?” 

“We have to make it believable, so whenever we can, we need to be seen together. In the dining hall, classes, and the hallways. And also, as disgusting as it sounds, I need you to hug me and give me kisses occasionally.” 

Your eyebrows raise in shock, “What?! Why is kissing and hugging necessary?” Why did he need to make it more complicated than it already is?

“I don’t mean to be a flex,” he said with a smirk, “but don’t you see me around girls? I think it explains itself, you said it, we need to make it believable.” 

“I’ll think about it,” you scoffed, “now, for my rules. First of all, you need to give me privacy, I need my alone time, and space to think and study. Also, I need you to respect me and defend me at all times. After all, if I’m your girlfriend, and we’re trying to make it believable, that’s what you have to do.”

Surprisingly, he was listening with no interruptions. “Oh, and also, I am not going to be some slut toy you play around with. You are not allowed to speak to other girls or anything like that, because as I said, I’d really like to be respected.” 

"You sound jealous," he says with a smirk.

You chuck a pillow at him without saying anything, and he dodges it. You could've thrown the dagger in your pants at him; it would've been way more satisfying to watch the blood roll out of his throat, but he didn't need to know you have that yet.

“Okay, alright, I can do that.” Wow, he really did not mind any of what you just said, maybe this was going to be fine. 

“Now get the fuck out of my room, I need to sleep,” there it is. “I’ll meet you at the dining hall in a few hours for breakfast.” 

You stand up and head toward the door, but before you can leave, he interrupts you.

"Oh, and I hope your leg gets worse," he sneers at you.

You ignore him as you sneak out of the Slytherin common room and head to your own. 

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