#like i just want it to b as close to irl as possible. not that i think theyr actually secret gay lovers or whatever but u get what im sayin

[hellhoundlair]

sorry 4 this one. not 2 be an rpf guy but i think id actually read j2 rpf if there were any out there that were good and not wildly au

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 13: Piece Me Back Together

Summary: Your pack deals with the aftermath of your heat.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader, Ghost x Soap

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, handjobs, anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex irl), spanking (it’s like once), choking (kind of), light Dom/sub dynamics, Johnny's praise kink, excessive use of the word cock, heat cycles, mating cycles, brief mention of blood, brief medical stuff, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, and of course a little fluff

A/N: Well folks, we've made it past the heat portion of the fic. Now things can really start moving. Lots of aftercare, some world building, and of course a little spice at the end for you all to enjoy (as if the last chapter wasn't enough lol). I tried to catch all the possible tags for this one but as always, let me know if I missed one. The smut happens in the very last scene, so if you'd prefer not to read it, then skip that last little bit. You won't really miss much. Also, there's a lot of jumping around in time in this one so I tried to mark when things are happening relative to the present moment in the fic.

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6 Days Ago

“Looks comfortable.” 

Kyle glances up as Johnny closes the door to his room, blanket and pillow in hand. “Slept on worse.” He shrugs, glancing down at the cot set up in the hallway before looking back up at Johnny. “Moving out?” 

“Camping in Si’s office for the next week. Keep our distance.” He nods at the closed door. 

“Probably for the best.” Kyle says. “Have fun!” 

“Don’t enjoy yourself too much.” Johnny winks at him before making his way down the hallway and disappearing around the corner. 

Kyle shakes his head, starting to sort through the many bags of supplies they’ve stocked up on in preparation for their omega’s heat. They’re well prepared, all of them, for the next week, Kyle especially. He’s spent the last few days reading up on what to expect, how to best help and support his alpha and omega, and what to look out for in case things start going wrong. He doesn’t think they will. He has a lot of faith in Price and he knows Price will take good care of their omega. 

Still, he can’t help but feel a bit nervous. He has a big job to do, even though there’s not much to do until after the heat is over with. He just has to ensure Price doesn’t hurt you accidentally, or maul you to death. He doesn’t think that’s likely to happen, but then again, one can never know. 

Kyle lets out a shaky breath, grabbing the bags with the electrolytes and nutrient bars before heading for your door. 

It’s going to be a long week. 

Present Day

It’s quiet. Has been for almost an hour now. Kyle rises from the cot, slipping his phone into his pocket. He slowly approaches the door, leaning in to listen for a moment before putting his hand on the knob. He lets out a breath before pushing the door open slowly, slipping in and closing the door quietly. The smells in the room are worse than they had been last night, a toxic mix of omega, alpha, sex, and sweat. He takes a moment to breathe, adjusting to the scent. 

You and Price are spooned together on the bed, asleep, or at least you are. Price had pulled the blankets up around you, tucking you in. Kyle approaches slowly, not wanting to accidentally step on a wrapper and startle either of you and risk you getting scared or Price getting territorial. He brushes the damp strands of hair from your face, your body temperature significantly lower than it had been even last night. He pulls the forehead thermometer from his pocket, taking your temperature quickly before sending a text to Dr. Keller. 

He carefully lifts the blankets, checking beneath. You’re still locked together as he expected, and he lowers the blankets back down, tucking you both in again. He unplugs Price’s phone from the charging cord that he’d plugged in last night, rotating it to your phone. He knew the chances of either of you being aware enough to use a phone for anything would be low, but just in case, he kept them both charged. 

He tiptoes through the mess of wrappers and bottles, grabbing the bag of trash that he had started a couple days ago. He picks up the mess on the floor, cleaning off the nightstand as well before setting out a new bottle of electrolytes and a couple nutrient bars. There’s still quite a few left, but those could be saved for your next heat. 

Price stirs a bit as Kyle sets the bag of trash off to the side next to the bag of things that would have to go to the wash. He hurries over, gently keeping Price from moving too much. 

“Easy. You’re still knotted.” He says, putting a hand on Price’s shoulder as you let out a quiet sound. His skin is warm and sticky from sweat, and probably other things. 

Price rubs his eyes before blinking up at Kyle. “What day is it?” 

“Morning of the sixth day.” He answers, passing Price the bottle of electrolytes. “I think it’s over. Her temperature’s back to normal. Just waiting on Dr. Keller’s opinion.” 

Price hums, unscrewing the cap from the bottle before taking a long drink. “Feel like shit.” 

Kyle grins. “Been a long week for you, Cap. How do you feel?” 

Price screws the cap back on the bottle before leaning over you to place it on the nightstand. “Like I got hit by a truck and rolled down a hill.” 

“Speaking from experience, sir?” Kyle smirks. 

Price gives him a look before closing his eyes again, relaxing against your back. He lets out a groan as his knot deflates, his cock slipping from your folds. “Christ, that's going to hurt later.”

“Let me get the bath started.” Kyle says, going into your bathroom. 

He starts the water, making sure it’s warm enough before he grabs the epsom salt off the counter and adds some in. He leaves the water running as he moves back to the bedroom, helping Price off the bed first. The alpha groans as he stands, leaning heavily against Kyle’s side. Kyle wraps his arm around his shoulders, supporting Price as they make their way to the bathroom. 

“I’ve been beaten, tortured, shot. I’ve jumped out of moving cars, been in helicopter crashes.” Price says, grunting as Kyle helps him down into the bath. “This might be the worst I’ve ever felt.” 

“Not quite as spry as you used to be, old man?” Kyle teases, making sure he’s comfortable. 

“Plenty spry, but god I forgot how energetic omegas can be.” Price leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. 

“Just relax.” Kyle says, turning off the water. “I’ll bring her in.” 

He heads back into your room, approaching the bed. You’re shivering, eyes squeezed closed and eyebrows pinched. Kyle kneels down next to the bed, placing a gentle hand on your arm. You start a bit at the touch, a quiet whimper leaving your lips. 

“Shh, easy love.” Kyle tries to soothe you as you shake. “You’re alright.” 

You let out a whine, seeking out your alpha in your disoriented state. The bathwater splashes as Price shifts in response to your call, his own instincts still on high alert. 

“Let’s get you into the bath.” Kyle says before gently slipping his arms under you and lifting you up. 

You let out a whine in protest, your body sore and aching from the last six days. Kyle quickly carries you to the bath, easing you into the water between Price’s legs. You’re trembling, quiet whines leaving your lips as he eases you back against Price’s chest. The alpha wraps his arms around you, a quiet rumble sounding from his chest as he tries to ease your disorientation and discomfort. 

Kyle leaves you and Price there to soak as he heads back to the room to strip the sheets and start the laundry. Most of your pillows and stuffed animals are stacked in the corner of the room by your desk, spared from the mess that the bed has turned into. The sheets are still wet with a concoction of fluids, and he knows they’ll need to soak for a while. He stuffs them into the bag with your clothes, along with your blankets, before he heads down the hall to the laundry room. 

He checks on you and Price when he returns, both of you content still in the bath. He can’t help but smile as he watches the two of you, pride swelling in his chest at the sight of his alpha taking care of their omega. 

Their omega. 

It seems almost strange to think now. They’d gone so long without an omega, and thought they wouldn’t be getting one. Now, six weeks later, they’ve all fallen head over heels for a little omega none of them even knew they needed. He can’t imagine life without an omega now, how well you fit into their pack, how well you fit with all of them, how you’ve only served to make them stronger and more efficient. 

He hates to admit that perhaps Laswell was right. 

Maybe they did need you after all. 

Kyle bags up the plastic mattress protector, glad to see it did its job. He replaces the sheets and blankets for now, knowing you’ll want to nest once you’re more aware. He checks his phone before heading back into the bathroom, kneeling down next to the tub. Your shaking has subsided, reduced to a shudder here and there as you’ve slowly relaxed in the hot water. 

Kyle grabs a cloth and your body wash, starting to gently clean your skin, or at least get the sweat and other fluids off. Bruises litter your skin and the claiming mark on your shoulder is scabbed and angry. Kyle carefully washes it, not wanting to apply too much pressure as he cleans off the dried blood still stuck to your skin. He knows it’s going to hurt for a while. 

“What did Dr. Keller say?” Price asks as he helps ease you up so Kyle can wash your back. 

“Said if her temperature is normal then the worst is over.” Kyle answers. “She wants to do a check up soon, make sure everything’s alright. Said she’d come here to do it, if that’s alright.” 

Price grunts quietly as Kyle starts to wash his chest. “That’s fine. Easier than going all the way to the medical building. Simon and Johnny?” 

“Fine.” Kyle answers. “Been keeping busy running drills and stuff. Johnny’s been keeping Simon occupied.” 

Price hums, letting his eyes close as Kyle washes his neck and shoulders. “Good.” 

Kyle makes sure to get all of the soap rinsed off before pulling the plug on the water, carefully lifting you up to stand. He lets you lean against him, grabbing one of the towels to dry you off as best he can. Price gets himself standing, drying himself off as Kyle helps you back to bed. Price joins you, wrapping his arms around you tight as Kyle tucks the blankets up around you both. 

“Can I get you anything?” Kyle asks as he sets a new bottle of electrolytes on the nightstand. “Real food maybe?” 

“I’d kill for some bangers and mash, maybe a pint.” Price says, a smile tugging at his lips. 

“I’ll see what I can scrounge up.” Kyle says, glancing at you one last time before he leaves the room. 

Your body aches. There’s a deep soreness in your muscles, and a painful throb between your legs. Your skin feels raw and tight, and there's a steady pulse behind your eyes. A quiet sound leaves your lips before you can stop it, the sound cracking and broken from your raw throat. There's a desert in your mouth again, your tongue dry and heavy in your mouth.

Your thoughts are dragged away from the agony in your body as a quiet rumbling starts somewhere in front of you, your brain going quiet except for the need to seek it out. You press yourself closer to it, meeting warm skin as you try to get closer and closer. You want to bury yourself in it, seep into its depths until you can feel the vibrations of it in your bones. Arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer until you're squished against a bare chest. 

You press your face against the soft skin, trying to get closer to the rumbling purr vibrating from deep within. You let out another sound, body going lax as the purr lulls you into a relaxed state. The tension leaves your body, easing the ache in your muscles a bit. Not much, but enough to pull a relieved sigh from your lips. 

“Easy, love.” A quiet voice says, another hand touching your back. 

You tense slightly at the intrusion on your safe space, but quickly relax as the hand stills on your skin. The calming scent of beta overtakes you, easing your mind to a quiet hum as your alpha and beta work to calm you. You feel a bit disoriented as reality slowly begins to return, seeping back into your brain. 

You went into heat. 

You remember waking up with the blistering inferno burning hot within you, the insatiable need pulsing between your legs. You remember Kyle being there, the soft scent of him as he helped you prepare, pulling off your clothes and making you drink some of the electrolytes. You remember John entering the room, the way his scent made your brain feel like mush. You remember him sinking his teeth into your shoulder, his knot forcing you open before everything went dark. 

Everything else is a dark blur, wiped from your memory after your instincts took over. 

You shift against the body you’re pressed close to, a deep ache rippling through you. It hurts, everything hurts. Your hips are sore, your shoulder is throbbing, every muscle feels like you just did a triathlon with no training, and there’s a sharp throbbing between your thighs. 

You’re crying before you even realize it, the tears uncontrollable as they slide down your cheeks, the quiet sniffles and sobs aggravating your already aching body. The arms around you tighten, the purring getting louder, but you can’t stop the onslaught of tears. 

You flinch as something tickles the skin of your forehead, chapped lips pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. You let out a whine as you continue to cry, your mind a swirl of confusion and disorientation as you try to come to terms with everything that’s happened. You don’t know how long it’s been, what day it is. You don’t even know what happened to you in the last week. 

You continue to cry, oblivious to the conversation happening over you, the gentle purring in your ears lulling you into a dazed state as you float in and out of consciousness. The pain of being moved momentarily brings you back before you settle again, laying back against a chest. A baggy shirt is pulled over your head, smelling of your alpha. The fabric feels different than it had days ago when you’d woken up in the throes of your heat. It’s soft, not offending, and it offers you warmth and comfort. 

You don’t want to move, you don’t want to do anything. Exhaustion pulls at the edges of your mind as you lay there, the tears still streaming down your cheeks.

He hasn’t stopped purring since you woke up. The low rumble in his chest hasn’t stopped, and neither has the ache blooming there since you started crying. Even in your dazed, half asleep state, the tears still roll down your cheeks, quiet shaky breaths catching every so often. He’s not sure what to do, how to help. He’s never been with an omega that’s cried before. Not like this. 

His purring kicks up in volume as you startle awake when the door opens, letting out a broken whimper as your space suddenly gets invaded. He tries to soothe you, his arms tightening around you to try and ground you in his presence. 

“Hi, honey.” Dr. Keller says, kneeling down next to the bed, her voice soft and the scent of beta thick in the air. “Still a bit out of it, huh?” 

“She hasn’t stopped crying since she woke up.” He says, rubbing gentle circles on your arm with his thumb. 

“That’s not unusual.” Dr. Keller says, digging through her bag to pull out a thermometer. “There’s a lot going on right now for her. Besides the exhaustion and the confusion and the pain, there’s a lot of rapid hormonal changes happening. Some omegas can just wake up and hop out of it immediately and be just fine.” 

John frees one of your arms so Dr. Keller can take your pulse and blood pressure. 

“Others might struggle a bit more.” She continues. “Purebred omegas especially have a hard time coming out of it. They’re more sensitive to those instincts and the sudden cut off of them is rather jarring.” She puts her equipment back in her bag. “Her vitals look good, which makes me confident to hold off on any further examinations until she’s more alert and aware.” 

“Are there things we should look out for?” Kyle asks. 

“She’s going to be drowsy and fatigued for a while, but if you can’t wake her at all, call me. If her breathing gets shallow or her pulse weakens or she starts developing a fever again, call me. Also check for blood the next time she uses the bathroom. Her vitals aren’t showing any indication of internal injuries, though, so I think she’ll be just fine.” She pulls a pill bottle from her bag. “I’ve prescribed some muscle relaxers for her. There’s a week’s worth in there. It’ll help with the pain and discomfort, but they will make her sleepy. The best thing she can do right now is rest and recover. Once she’s more aware, you can try some soft foods and lots of liquids. If she’s really struggling, I can set up an IV and get some fluids into her, perk her up a bit.” 

“Thank you.” John says, shifting you slightly so Dr. Keller can look at the bite mark on your shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” She asks him, pulling out a disinfectant wipe.

“Sore.” John huffs out a laugh. “Nothing I can’t handle, though.” 

Dr. Keller hums as she cleans the wound on your shoulder. “I know I’m not here to give you medical advice, but as your omega’s doctor I feel the need to remind you not to ignore your own symptoms. She needs you right now, more than ever. So don’t try to macho man your way through anything. You need to rest just as much as she does.” 

“Yes, doctor.” He grumbles, adjusting your shirt once she’s done. 

Dr. Keller gives him a smile. “You did a good job.” She turns to Kyle. “Both of you. Don’t hesitate to call me. It’s what I’m here for.” 

A smile tugs at John’s lips as Kyle practically beams from Dr. Keller’s praise. He did do a good job. You’re both still breathing after all. 

3 Days Ago

“I cannae take anymore.” Johnny pants, his breaths near wheezes as he rests his hands on his knees. “Ye said you'd go easy on me.”

“I never promised anything, Johnny.” Simon says, standing behind him. 

“Hell's bells, L.T.” Johnny groans, dropping to his hands and knees. “Gonna kill me at this rate.”

“Don't be dramatic. C'mon, again.” 

“Uh uh.” Johnny says, flopping onto his side on the ground. “Am pure done in! ‘S almost lunch anyway.” He rolls onto his back, looking in the direction of the barracks as he wipes the sweat from his brow. “Think they're havin’ fun?”

Simon looks down at him, looming over him like a shadow. “Probably seems like it right now. Be a different story when it’s done.”

“Sometimes I wish I knew what it was like.” Johnny says, turning his gaze up to Simon's face. He can't see much under the mask, and right now is one of those moments when he wishes he could. 

“You really don't. It's messy and gory.” Simon offers him a hand, helping Johnny to his feet. “Gotta be prepared to pick up the pieces afterwards.” Simon turns, heading in the direction of the barracks. 

“That why you've never taken an omega?” Johnny asks, following him.

Simon stops dead in his tracks, turning to look at Johnny. Johnny's back straightens at the look in Simon's eyes. No, not Simon. Ghost. He's looking at Ghost again. 

“Drop it. Or I'll make you do another lap.” Ghost says, his voice taking on the low rasp he gets when he's shifted into the laser focused headspace of the Lieutenant. 

“Yes, sir.” Johnny says, following after Ghost as they head back towards the barracks. 

Ghost slips into the showers once they enter, Johnny heading to the corner to peek down the hallway towards their rooms. It's quiet now. It hadn't been when they left earlier. He could hear it as they passed the hall to go out the door, the distant sound of moans and the bedframe knocking against the wall. He had fought the erection threatening to tent his shorts all the way to the field. He knows heats are no light matter, but the mental image he's drawn up of you blissed out, mouth open as you moan, back arching in pleasure has been plaguing him for nearly two weeks. He's desperate, practically chomping at the bit to get a chance to see it himself first hand, to see the real thing putting his mental image to shame. 

He makes his way down the hallway, keeping a respectful distance between himself and your room. Kyle looks up from his spot on the bed where he'd been scrolling on his phone.

“How're they doin’?” Johnny asks, wiping the sweat from his face. 

“Alright. Sleeping for the moment.” Kyle answers. Johnny can only imagine the torture of having to sit and listen to nonstop fucking for the last three days. 

“We're gonna grab lunch soon. Want us tae bring ye somethin’?” 

Kyle nods. “Sure. That'd be great.” 

“Ye got it.” Johnny nods, passing a glance at your door before looking back to Kyle. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, mate.” Kyle says, watching his fellow beta walk back down the hall. 

Johnny glances up from his phone as Simon huffs out what's the tenth sigh in the last three minutes. The alpha is seated at his desk, clicking away at something on his computer and occasionally mashing away at the keyboard rather harshly. Johnny's surprised he hasn't cracked a key yet, or just thrown the whole thing out the window. The beta can see how tightly his alpha is wrung by the tenseness in his shoulders, the hard set of his brow, the set line of his lips, the occasional tick of his jaw. 

“What's got ye all riled up?” Johnny finally breaks the silence, setting his phone aside. 

“Nothing.” Simon grumbles, ignoring Johnny's gaze.

Johnny’s brow furrows and he pushes himself to stand, moving over to Simon’s side. “Doesnae seem like nothin’ to me.” He puts his hands on Simon’s broad shoulders, squeezing them, feeling the tension in his muscles. “Awful tense, Si.” 

“Leave it, Johnny.” Simon grumbles, trying to swat the beta away, but he’s insistent. 

“Wouldnae be a little omega getting you so tense, would it?” Johnny teases. 

Simon turns to him, his eyes darkening. His jaw clenches, hands closing into fists where they sit on the armrests of his chair. “Don’t push it, Johnny.” His voice has that deep rumble to it, the threat of his alpha coming through. 

Johnny stares at him, feeling the danger prickling at the back of his neck, but at the same time, he wants to push that boundary. He wants to see just how far he can push his alpha until he finally gives in. 

“I don’t know why ye keep torturing yourself like this, Si. Ye know ye like her. She’d be more’n willing-” 

“That’s the problem.” Simon snaps, pushing himself up from his seat, forcing Johnny to take a step back. “She’s not doing this because she wants to. She’s only doing this because she’s been told to do it.” 

“She’s an omega. Her whole life was going tae be people tellin’ her what to do and forcin’ her tae do things, even if she didn’t want to. Ye think things would have been different if she’d been put with a different pack?” Johnny doesn’t back down from Simon’s glare, having been on the receiving end of it enough times now he’s almost immune to it. “Things could have been a lot worse for her. She might not have wanted to be here, but she is. Ye can’t change that, Si. No matter how badly you might want to.” 

Johnny can tell by the slow fall to Simon’s tense shoulders that he’s struck home. The situation wasn’t ideal, but it’s what they were dealt. You’re here with them, and he’s going to make sure you feel as comfortable as possible. 

Simon lets out another sigh, turning away from Johnny to crawl into their makeshift bed. He lays down with a huff, closing his eyes. Johnny smirks, slowly crawling onto the two cots pushed together, laying down right next to Simon. He rests his hand on Simon’s thigh, feeling the powerful muscle flex under his hand. He slowly begins to drag it higher, Simon’s eyes opening again. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Simon rasps, but he doesn’t move, even as Johnny reaches the junction of his hip and thigh. 

“Yer all worked up, big guy.” Johnny says, leaning his head on his hand, slowly moving his hand over Simon’s very prominent bulge. “Thought I’d help ye.” 

“What makes you think I want your help?” Simon says, still laying still. 

Johnny lifts his brows, slowly rubbing Simon through his pants. “This looks rather painful, and I seem to be the only option to help, since everyone else is rather occupied-” 

Johnny’s words are cut off as he finds himself suddenly on his back, Simon’s hand around his throat. The alpha is leaning over him, a deep rumble vibrating through his chest. “You talk too much, Johnny.” Simon rumbles, leaning close to the beta’s face. 

“I’ve been told tha’ before.” Johnny says, leaning up to try and kiss his alpha, but Simon backs away before he can make contact. “By you if I remember correctly.” 

Simon’s fingers flex around his throat, a moan spilling from his lips as Simon grinds his hips against Johnny’s. His cock is hard in his pants, has been for a while. He’s not sure if it’s from the lewd thoughts that have been plaguing his mind since you first kissed him, weeks ago, or if it’s just a response to the knowledge that you’re currently fucking their pack alpha like your life depends on it. 

Johnny lets out a whimper, bucking up against Simon desperately. Simon tuts at him, pressing against his throat to keep him still on the bed as he sits himself up on top of the beta. 

“Naughty little thing.” Simon says, staring down into his blue eyes. “Know you’ve been thinking about sinking your cock into the new little omega for weeks.” Johnny lets out a whine, his cock twitching in his pants. “I don’t think you’ll even make it that long, will you pup?” Simon chuckles. “Gonna cum in your pants as soon as you see her tits, huh?” Simon presses down, putting more pressure against his cock as he rubs it through his pants. “Gonna cum in your pants just thinking about it.” 

Johnny holds his breath, trying to focus anywhere except for Simon’s hand. He squeezes his eyes closed as Simon undoes the button on his cargo pants, releasing his throat to tug the fabric down around his knees. 

“Bloody hell.” Simon says, wrapping a hand around Johnny’s hard cock. “Prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” 

“I thought Kyle’s was the prettiest.” Johnny says, opening his eyes to glance down at his alpha. 

“Kyle’s just pretty.” Simon says, slowly stroking Johnny’s cock. “You have the prettiest cock.” 

“Christ...” Johnny breathes as Simon continues to jerk his cock, his hips bucking as he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

A pathetic whimper leaves Johnny’s lips as Simon pulls his hand away, sitting up on his knees over his beta. He undoes his belt, tossing it to the floor before undoing his pants, pulling them and his briefs down to release his own throbbing cock. Johnny licks his lips as Simon fists his own cock, slowly stroking it. 

“Turn around. Let me see that pretty ass.” Simon says. 

“Yes, sir.” Johnny smirks, wiggling himself until he’s flat on his stomach, pushing his ass into the air as best he can with his legs trapped between Simon’s. 

Simon purrs quietly at Johnny’s response, running his hands over his beta’s pert cheeks. “Prettiest ass too.” He murmurs, gently spreading his cheeks. 

“I’m startin’ to think I might be the prettiest.” Johnny says, gasping quietly as a glob of warm spit hits his hole. 

“Give me a night with Kyle and I’ll get back to you on that.” Simon says, pressing a finger into Johnny’s ass. 

Johnny groans, pressing his face into the pillow. “Fucking Christ.” 

“You can take it.” Simon soothes him, reaching down to fish the lube out of the bag he’d tossed it in last night. He squirts some on his finger before pressing further in, spreading Johnny’s ass open. “Good boy.” 

Johnny nearly melts into the cot, letting out a pathetic sound as Simon adds a second finger. He’s still sore from the last three days, but his drive to please his alpha pushes away any sensitivity he’s feeling. That, and the lust burning hot in him. Betas don’t have heat cycles, but he might as well be in the middle of one with how horny he’s been these last few days. He knows part of it is Simon being worked up by the knowledge that there’s an omega in heat nearby, and his own body reacting to his alpha. He’s never been around an omega in heat, and he doesn’t think Simon has either. 

He’s not sure Simon has ever been with an omega at all before. 

More cold lube hits his hole, a second finger pressing in. He gasps at the stretch, squeezing around Simon’s thick fingers. Simon’s other hand trails up his back, pushing his shirt up as he goes. Johnny pushes himself up slightly, tugging the fabric over his head before he relaxes back down against the blankets. 

Simon presses a third finger in, working Johnny open with what still won’t be enough, but Johnny won’t complain. He’s taken his alpha before. He’ll do it gladly again. 

“Fuck, Johnny.” Simon grunts as Johnny squeezes around his fingers again. 

“Cannae help it.” Johnny whines. “Feels too good.” 

“Didn’t say you could cum yet.” Simon says, removing his fingers. “Naughty pup.” 

Johnny lets out a pathetic sounding whimper, pressing his ass up to try and chase Simon’s fingers. He yelps as Simon’s hand meets his skin, his hips dropping back to the bed at the force of Simon’s spank. 

“Stay still.” Simon growls, the cap of the lube popping open again. 

Johnny does as he’s told, keeping himself still as Simon prepares himself. He groans as the tip of Simon’s cock presses against his hole, his hands fisting the sheets at the stretch. Simon’s hand rubs his back, trying to get him to relax. Johnny breathes, forcing himself to go lax, letting Simon slip in further. 

“Good boy.” Simon groans, bracing himself on the bed as he presses further and further into Johnny’s tight hole. “That’s my good boy. You can take it.” 

“Fuck!” Johnny groans, practically preening from the praise. 

“That’s it.” Simon groans, pressing in until his hips are flush with Johnny’s ass. “Bloody fucking hell.” 

Johnny’s mind goes blank as he’s filled, all thoughts leaving at the feeling of his alpha inside of him. He’s panting already, stretched open around his alpha’s cock. Simon begins to move, rocking his hips slowly, drawing his cock out before pushing it back in. Johnny whines, pushing back against Simon, needing more. 

“Please...” Johnny begs. “Please alpha!”

“Fuck.” Simon grunts, bracing himself further before snapping his hips against Johnny. “Like that? That what you want, pup?”

Johnny almost yelps at the sensation, hands fisting the blankets as his body rocks forward on the cot. “Fuck, yes!” 

Simon sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against Johnny’s ass. Pleasure numbs Johnny’s mind as the sensation of Simon inside of him. His cock is trapped between his body and the cot, dragging against the blankets with every thrust. He’s going to cum soon, he knows that. He won’t be able to hold it, not with how sensitive he already is. 

“Gonna cum, can’t hold it!” He whines, pushing back against Simon’s thrusts for more friction. “Fuck, alpha!” 

Johnny cums quickly with a groan, the blankets getting damp under him as he shakes in his release. Simon doesn’t stop, undeterred by Johnny’s clenching around him in his orgasm. He’s going to ring a few more out of Johnny before he’s done. 

They’re both in for a long night. 

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[velvetures]

omg I luv ur writing!!! is it possible to get a story thats like, ghost (or whomever) is stretching and training together but there’s alotttt of sexual tension, and ghost ends up hard and they notice it bc of the position they’re in? (Like he’s restraining reader and his bulge is right in their face😭)

Tension

A/N: I went kinda wild with this one... please excuse my filth. :)

Summary: You've always driven Ghost just short of losing his self-control. Some peeping, close combat training, and seeing you do yoga eventually snaps the fine line warding off the Lieutenant.

T/W's: NS/FW 18+ ONLY, fem reader, rough sex, overstimulation, tension, inappropriate horniness, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex/creampie (don't do that IRL), fingering, multiple orgasms, standing missionary?, a hint of rushed consent, big feelings, manhandling ofc, and I don't proofread well.

Ghost had watched your late-night training routine many times. A bit of a jog to get warmed up, some plyometrics on one of the mats, and then some light weights. It would leave you in a glittering sheen of sweat under the dim lights; jewel-encrusted as you’d wait until the last hour of your workout to pull out headphones and start doing yoga.

After looking up some of the things you did, the Lieutenant knew enough about it to understand that it wasn’t just some bullshit thing you felt worked. It held some actual merit on plenty of applicable skills. And fuck did you make it look good. From the simple stuff like laying on your back and just breathing, to the more mind-bending positions like the *Sirsa Padasana -*one of those Ghost needed to know the name of- after watching you stay almost entirely still like that for five minutes. He’d seen a lot of the different ways soldiers practiced not only strengthening their bodies but their minds while training. And the way you spent so much time in yoga practice… he felt like there wasn’t any question as to how you had such control over yourself in the field.

In the beginning, Ghost found himself unable to interrupt your… sessions? for the unfounded reason that his presence huffing and groaning while running or lifting would interrupt whatever silence or isolation you preferred. At least, the silence he assumed you wanted since he never saw you in the gym when the sun was still visible. Instead, he’d just come to the edge of the windows and peek to see if you were still there; Deciding how close you were to finishing up before going back to his quarters and waiting until he heard the sounds of your footsteps walking past his door. But he’d been caught after a while.

And it opened up and entirely different kind of training that Ghost wasn’t prepared for.

You had been more than happy to share the gym with him, almost begging that he join since you never had “company” this late at night. Not that his “company” was much more than his body just being in the same room, but it never failed him to see just how utterly calm you were at the thought of him lingering around you. Most people flinched or shied away, but you never did, and even when you twisted yourself into the most ridiculous looking shapes and put yourself into vulnerable positions, it didn’t effect you at all that he could walk right by you or possibly be watching.

He was always watching.

It made hand-to-hand combat drills more interesting too.

Gaz had been partnered up with you initially, seeing as he could be the most patient and actually give you clear pointers without sounding too harsh. He’d been quite happy with your progress over the span of a few months, and quickly gave Ghost a task that became his most challenging mission to date. Teaching you how to fight without losing his own mind being that fucking close to you for nearly two hours multiple times a week. As if personally viewing your workouts late at night wasn’t bad enough, he actually got to feel just how much the yoga strengthened you when he had to grapple your little body and try to pin you down. Teaching you to block fists without seeing them coming, locking knees with opponents three-times your size, avoiding handcuffs, knives, and other non-projection weapons came with a cost.

Ghost wouldn’t really be focused on your techniques or reaction time nearly as much as he’d be concerned about the way your hips ended up flush with his, or just how easy it was for him to just slip one arm between your thighs and effortlessly manhandle you onto the mats. It was hard keeping a clear head when you just made fighting feel a lot more like aggressive foreplay. Hell, you sounded a lot more like you were being fucked too. Nothing but little grunts and groans when he’d secure one arm behind your back, or little pants as you fought off his punches and forward drives to kick one of your feet out from under you. s

“Don’t let me holding anything in your house I your legs,” He felt himself growling out the order as you fought underneath him to pull your legs free from between his thighs.

“If I pin you, you’re dead.” The words were harsh… and it’s why everyone thought Gaz would be a better fit.

But that hadn’t been enough, and now here he was, half-sweating and half-hard, trying to make sure his cock didn’t brush up against you long enough for you to notice that you were playing more than just one game with him. While your strength didn’t match his own, it was your flexibility that made you competent enough to have even been thought to be put into a spar with him. You could twist yourself up and out of spaces most grown men would never think about, and it did give Ghost a bit more challenge trying to combat how hand-placements knowing you were about as slippery as fucking water. And without attempting a conventional tactic, you’d gotten yourself free of his legs and wrapped back around his back with one leg and an arm pulled in a headlock.

Ghost gave a frustrated sigh, feeling his air supply being hindered but not actually cut off. You’d misjudged his windpipe -probably due to the mask- and tightened down less than an inch away from perfect. It was a good counter move, but not lethal. And that was unacceptable. Hardly any force was needed to pry your arms from around your leg and literally throw you belly-down onto the mat, both arms pulled tight behind your back with his legs pinning yours down securely. You wiggled and jerked against him, ass brushing the base of his ever-present erection, and it forced him to let you go. For nothing more than the safety of his own pride and insurance that you would go another day without your Lieutenant’s perverse thoughts becoming known.

“I thought I had you that time,” You pant, coming up to sit on your knees across from him with a frustrated look pinching your eyebrows. “What did I do wrong?”

He had to give you credit, you were so damn teachable. Always asking questions and stopping in the middle of a fight to expect some kind of explanation instead of just learning through trial and error. Naturally, he’d been partial to ignoring you at first but when you wouldn’t engage after asking a question until he said something, he realized that there was no use. So, he did what he could do best. Teach by example.

Slow… example.

“Come here,” You got back up to your socked feet and walked right up to him, sweat clinging to the tip of your nose and dripping down the side of your neck. He had the insatiable urge to rip his mask up and lick that bead from your collarbone to the pulse point jumping under your skin.

With one hand he turned you around, your shoulders tight to his upper stomach and placed his forearm against your throat in the same way you’d done just a moment ago. It made things hard since his arm hardly fit in the gap to begin with, but he could feel you swallow easily, letting him know he’d found the correct angle.

“Your arm hit off to the side,” He tightened down just a little, feeling your body tense up as he began putting pressure over you. “When it should’ve been straight.” With the smallest adjustment, his left hand palmed the top of your head, holding you still while the bulk of his muscled, right forearm pressed flush against the right side of your throat, and his massive bicep flexing to apply pressure to the other side; forcing a hissing sound from your mouth.

Your little hands came up to grip his arms, not exactly pulling him away or fighting the pressure. Both hands curling around his And while he knew he shouldn’t actively be testing just how long you could go before passing out, Ghost found himself waiting patiently just to see what would happen under the stress. There for a split second, your muscles suddenly went slack and he honestly thought you’d already lost enough oxygen to faint. But when your fingers still pressing against the veins in his arm started slowly moving in a little wave of tapping motions, he was proved wrong.

Right away he remembered seeing you do it before. In the times your yoga practice was a little less than comfortable or you were actively trying to push yourself further than you’d gone before. Something like a little tell, or coping mechanism that allowed you to focus without exerting too much energy to something else outside of the main stimulus. Another little thing you did that Ghost found so much more interesting and downright strange about you. How clever you were doing things differently than everyone else.

“Alright, enough,” He let go and pushed his hand in the gap of your shoulders to put some pace between you.

You stumbled forwards, taking a gasp of breath and turning around to Ghost with a heavy flush settling in your cheeks and a bloodshot tint in the whites of your eyes. You brought a hand up to your neck where a faint outline of his own arm had pressed into you, your fingertips tracing the outline with a little bit of an embarrassed smile on your face.

“Any reason you didn’t fight back?” He questioned, flattening out his tone and looking at you with a pointed glare.

You shrug, looking down at the floor for a moment. “I… was trying to feel it. The pressure I mean, and see if I could resist you.”

Ghost rolled his eyes, trying to keep from barking out a laugh. He’d not even used his actual strength to apply pressure. It was nothing more than the literal bulk of his arm just fit against your throat. Hearing you think otherwise gave the Lieutenant a deep stroke to his ego, even giving his half-hard cock a good wave of stimulation as well. He couldn’t find it in himself to not give you correction though.

“You couldn’t resist it, kid.”

“Excuse me?” The offense you took surprised him. Ghost took a couple steps closer to you, settling his hands on his hips.

“You. Couldn’t. Stop. Me.” He punctuated his words with a flat, and uninterested tone to mask the sudden intrigue he had after actually managing to keep the thundering beat of his heart under control.

You, with your calm demeanor. Patience beyond humanity. Body from his own wet dreams… A better man would’ve known how to stay away from you and ignore the desires to bend you to his own will. A good man would be like Gaz. Train you with only your best interests in mind. Develop your weaknesses without thinking of all the ways he could use them against you in the most twisted and deprived ways. Learn your body and train it to be even more dangerous than it already was. Not spend every second during sparring using it as an opportunity to have you under him or wrapped up in his arms so tight you couldn’t get away.

“Looks like you can’t stop yourself, L.T.,” You answer with a confidence and direct stare directly at his belt.

The remembrance of his cock straining against his pants became much more significant that his own comfort and control in that moment. Halting all thoughts aside from the way your eyes swirled with unspoken questions and plenty of ideas forming that Ghost didn’t nearly have the ability to respond to. A cold rush of panic spread through his body, and he immediately turned his back to you, spitting out some kind of dismissal as soon as her could manage it.

“We’re done today, go get cleaned up.”

Later that day, you’d not seen a single glimpse of Ghost. You’d not really meant anything mean by the mention of his… excitement, while training. It was understandable, seeing as you’d both been quite close and in very vulnerable positions that could easily skew anyones mind past the straight and narrow. You’d be lying if there weren’t times that you thought about the different ways your body could be really manhandled by your Lieutenant. He was undeniably attractive with his gruff voice and often bitter character. It made Ghost who you knew, and while you knew most people wouldn’t understand, you felt comfortable and safe around him.

Even when you felt his erection pressing against you while teaching you how to defend yourself in close combat. That whole ordeal was in the forefront of your mind in such a significant way that even Soap noticed it while you were putting together some dinner for the pair of you. Nothing special, just some pasta and chicken, but you’d nearly boiled over the pot of spaghetti twice now, and the Sergeant wasn’t so oblivious to not notice.

“You good?” He nudged you, taking the spoon from your hand and scooting you out of the way politely as to take over the cooking while you had such a hard time focusing. You’re slow to respond, still a little stuck trying to sort through your own feelings and the attempts to sort through what had happened, if it was your fault, and how in hell you were going to try and make an apology for overstepping bounds.

“Um… I have a question,” You speak up, wrapping your arms around yourself and watching Soap stir the chicken in the skillet.

“If you were sparring with a girl… and you got hard, does that mean you’re into her?”

You felt like a high school girl gossiping with her friends about how to tell if guys were crushing on you. Such a stupid question would’ve gotten you in a lot of trouble if you’d asked anyone other than Soap. Johnny looks over at you, a smirk on his face and his eyes alight with mischief. He turns around and leans against the counter with his lower back resting there causally, glancing around the kitchen and living area to see if anyone was around before answering you.

“Well lass, I can’t be sure of nothin’ more than theory…” He rubs a hand over the short and scratchy stubble growing out on his cheek. “But, if I really liked her, yeah… I’d probably get a little excited doin’ somethin’ like that.”

The topic falls into a somewhat comfortable silence after that; Allowing you to eat you dinner on the couch, stewing over not just the sight of Ghost standing right in front of you, obviously turned on in some way or another as well as Soap’s -unknowing- confirmation. Therefore by the end of your pasta, after a long stint of attempting to read a book, and debating if you’d just fucked up a very important relationship within your squad, you found yourself getting changed into some comfortable clothes and heading back down to the gym.

You didn’t bother warming up with a jog, or any real kind of strength training. You needed some kind of way to focus, and yoga was the only surefire way to shut out any other thoughts. There was just enough dedication required to work through poses correctly, that after less than ten minutes of gentle flow you’d lost a lot of the edge cutting into your peace of mind over Ghost. You’d been working on extending your ability to remain in Kapila pose, and got almost two minutes over your record when you heard the door to the gym snick open, followed by heavy footsteps walking past you towards the weight rack.

It was nearly one in the morning. No one looked for a hard workout this late night other than your Lieutenant, and he was the last person you wanted to face right now. Fuck… he was the whole reason you were pushing your limits right now, nearly reaching into the painful edge of stretches just to force your breathing and mind onto the center of balance and exertion. With your face mere inches away from the ground, sweat drips off your nose onto the mat you’re sitting on and makes a quarter-sized puddle by the time you’ve finally felt like you’ve held to pose long enough. Your flow lead you into Compass pose next, beginning the opposite leg and physically guiding yourself into a position meant for nothing more than to release tension lingering in your body. It takes a while to feel your joints and tendons finally giving up to the stress in your mind, making the hold on your foot behind your head more manageable.

It’s around that time you begin hearing the sounds of squat plates clacking against each other alongside the rich and room-filling sounds of Ghost’s quiet grunts and groans. Resisting the strong desire to imagine what his legs look like, flexing under the weight of the bar. Using massive thighs and such explosive power to push the multiple hundred pounds he’s holding over his shoulders over twenty times for racking the weight. It’s all in the sounds you can’t ignore due to forgetting your headphones. Damning you to an onslaught of delicious sounds that would’ve fell on deaf ears anywhere else on base. Overshadowing the tinges of pain in your body with the commanding nature of the Lieutenant even when he wasn’t seeking it out.

You spent nearly an entire half hour trying not to put too much weight on Ghost’s presence, working at this point just to get through your flow without drawing too much attention to yourself, or giving any reason for Ghost to say anything to you. You’d not prepared anything in the way of an apology, and you couldn’t begin to formulate one with clanking metal and his suggestive sounds filling your ears. Maddening… downright sinful in nature. Enough to make any woman squirm. And fuck were you utterly terrified that you’d chosen to wear such light colored grey leggings, because if you’d move in just the right way, the dampness growing there would be painfully obvious.

In a headstand, choosing it for nothing more than your confidence in it, you’d closed your eyes and started tapping on the mat with your fingers. Picturing your own spine and tying a string to it, using that thin string to draw your vertebrae straight and tall, lengthening your entire body and deepening your breaths. You nearly fell flat on your face when you feel fingers graze the back of your knee and tease over your calf. The wiggle in your concentration stacks your weight over your head and forearms on the floor and pitches you towards the ground.

Right away, an arm wraps around your hips and swipes you off your own control and kept you from falling to the ground. Instead of hitting your mat or the concrete you had your eyes on, you feel nothing short of muscle and stocky build pressed against the entire backside of your body as Ghost holds you upside down not unlike a sack of flour or a sniper rifle. The back of your head hits against his lower leg and you grunt a little, taken by surprise and once again finding yourself at the mercy of Ghost’s strength alone. You’re about to speak up, and are cut short by the Lieutenant literally spinning you right-side up with his free arm, holding you eye-level with him.

“Distracted?” His eyebrow raises above the cut out of his -much thinner- almost athletic mask missing the trademark skull painted on it. His hand palming your ass felt like it was branding the skin under your leggings, leaving you speechless and hanging on nothing more than the sounds of his breaths hissing through the mask.

“You… you spooked me,” You mutter, one hand bracing on his shoulder and the other somewhere on his chest… you couldn’t quite gather enough spacial awareness to connect the dots. “Made me jump is all.”

Ghost chuckled, “Spooked you?” Even his tone was mocking of the ridiculous idea you knew was so full of holes, it wouldn’t hold water. “Touching you s’enough?”

Looking down at your body pressed against his; the direct contrast of your cream colored knit sweater and his tight-fitting black shirt, the embarrassingly long distance between your feet and the floor. Everything about this meeting with Ghost was so far different than when you met on level ground in the sparring room. Then, you both knew the intentions. How to work around each other and how to go about pushing the right buttons. But now… you weren’t even close to feeling like having any power, and you were certain that the Lieutenant could feel it radiating off of you.

“Maybe it is.” Replying back, you feel his fingers dig a little into the flesh of your ass a little harder.

“Maybe its not what I’ve done that’s bothering you… but what you’ve been thinking about,” He challenged you back, looking over at the mat you’d been using. “Why you came here, pushing so hard… Ignoring me.”

All the air in your lungs evacuated when he so accurately saw right through your skull and into the deep recesses of your head. Enough that you were nodding your head just enough for Ghost to let out something of and amused kind of sound. Short of real laugher, but not nearly enough to call it a breath. Either way, there was no hiding now. You admitted it right to his face, looking deep in those dark eyes with a level of intensity you had never seen from him before.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s in your little head?”

You hadn’t the slightest idea where to begin. Should you admit that you were hungry for more about his thoughts on you? Or just admit that you’d been struggling all even with the guilt of enjoying the thought of him lusting over you and having the power to call him out over it? So many ideas popped into your head, spinning it around so quickly that y the time you spit out an answer, you were already in the changing rooms in the back of the gym; Ghost carrying you towards the counter with a mirror. He sat you down on it, slotting his hips between your spread thighs and rubbing those massive hands up your thighs like he was savoring the feeling of your muscles tensing up under his touch.

“C’mon. That was an order, soldier.” He pressed, actually pinching at the creases of your thighs made all the more defined with you sitting. “D’you have somethin’ you want to ask me? About training earlier…”

You gasped softly, twitching when his fingertips traced over the indentions in your thighs marking dimples and other imperfections that you would’ve loved to go unnoticed by his wandering hands curling around your hips and back towards your ass again, sliding you flush against his chest. Forcing you to visualize the heavier rise and fall of his chest, shadows defining the valley between his pecs and the heartbreakingly gorgeous width of his shoulders caging you in. Masterfully, this man was drawing words out of you in such a confident and almost inescapable seduction. Yet the only question you’d been struggling with was answered with nothing more than the soothing voice and teasing touch of a man who had you wrapped around his finger.

“Hmm, no questions?” His head tilted a bit, seeing you so flustered over nothing than a couple little touches.

Enjoying nothing more than how you looked at him so surprised and innocent, despite knowing just how fucking turned on you were after spotting the totally soaked crotch of your leggings after approaching you during your headstand. Unable to resist you any longer, Ghost tipped your chin up a bit to meet his gaze and purposefully softened it. Wanting to ease you into this a little more, humming lowly when your pretty lips curled into a sweet smile. Letting your head rest in his hold with every ounce of trust you showed in the field and one the mats during conditioning.

“I have a question for you. Did you like it…? Seeing me standing there with a hard cock, knowing you were the sole reason for it.” He traced his finger down the bridge of your nose gently.

“How does it make you feel inside, knowing I want to feel every inch of you. Taste your screams of my name and the slick dripping out of your cunt onto those fucking leggings you’re wearing.”

“F-felt… good,” You sputter, face flaring brightly. “Liked it a lot.”

His hands kneading harshly at your ass quickly came up to the high waist of your leggings and tugged, hard. Breaking stitches and even tearing the material on one side as he pulled those skin-tight leggings off your legs; Growling deep in his chest when the sheen of your arousal spread on your skin under the florescent light. You held on to his shoulders, helping him just enough to make sure he didn’t totally ruin your bottoms.

“I knew you did,” He snarled, throwing your pants behind him and giving you a very clear smile from behind his mask. “Such a good solider, too bad she’s a dirty little slut for her Lieutenant’s cock.”

You could help the guttural moan you let out when his fingers dipped between the slick folds of your pussy and so very gently rubbed over your swollen clit. Using his hips to keep your thighs from locking his hand into place. Ghost was as calm and collected as ever, giving you an almost placating look as you squirmed and fought between the desire to back away from the sudden intense stimulation and the desire for more. His other hand held your chin steady, tutting at you like he was disappointed when you bit your lip to try and muffle the sounds of pleasure he was giving you.

“No, you’re not allowed to do that.” He pinched your clit, making you yelp loudly and squeeze your thighs against him until they shook. “You’ll sit there and let me play with you until i’m finished, okay?” Ghost actually nodded your head up and down for you. “That means I hear every fucking sound, because they’re all mine.”

You couldn’t remember how many times you came around Ghost’s fingers before the entire countertop you sat on was pooling with your cum. Feeling it stick to your skin and the wet sensation of his mask dragging over your body as he licked and bit at your skin until the pain melted into such overwhelming ecstasy that you couldn’t hold your upper body of your own strength. You’d slumped your forehead against his chest, blabbering utter nonsense and struggling to manage just how Ghost could expertly play your body to his own desires. With a swollen and exhausted cunt still clenching around his fingers, you were being lifted off the counter and up into Ghost’s arms with the hot and thick head of his dick teasing your dripping hole.

“G-Ghost… can’t take it. Can’t take more,” You groan, clawing at his shoulders and back as he gently rolls his hips just enough to give you a taste of what he was about to stretch you out with.

“Oh yeah you can…” His breathless chuckle made your stomach churn. “You can. And you will, because I need you to come around my dick.”

In one fatal movement, you were speared onto Ghost’s cock down to the base. Crying out his name as your walls spasmed to adjust in time. Adjusting his hold on your body, the flexibility he’d lusted over while watching you worked to his advantage as he held you by your thighs, dropping your pussy back down over him. Releasing the first of many wet, sucking sounds that earned you such a deep moan of your own name that you impossibly tightened around him.

“Thaaatt’s ittt,” His punched-out praise only urged you on, creating deeper and more unavoidable desire to please him. “Such a good fuckin’ slut. Dripping down my balls… fuucck. You’re gonna make me come.”

The idea of Ghost filling you with his hot release poured hot, honeyed feelings of pleasure. You couldn’t believe there was a feeling such as deeply effecting as this. The shocking weakness in which you felt completely absorbed in to the point that you saw past the rough exterior Ghost was presenting, and understood that he wasn’t taking with your physical self, but everything else that you could offer him. Closeness, support, trust beyond what others had given… maybe even love. Sex hadn’t felt like this before. Especially the filthy way Ghost was fucking his cock up into you so deeply your cervix was curving to mold around his tip. But the connection was there and so strong that your heart was burning in your chest.

“Doin’ so good…” He murmured, wet mask brushing against your cheek and fanning damp breaths over your sensitive skin. “God m’gonna keep you right here forever,” He groaned, biting at your cheek through his mask. “My little toy. Let me make you feel good…”

That wetness in your bright eyes as you nodded up at him, whimpering broken pleads and begs for him to do it. To claim you… fill you up over and over. Never spend another day without Ghost either right next to you, or his semen dripping out of you as a reminder that you’ve been possessed by such a powerful and commanding man that would stop at nothing to drive you out of your mind with pleasure. Such intense emotional and physical feelings that sent you careening over the edge of a earth-shattering orgasm that left you quite literally screaming out his name at the top of your lungs, feeling a heavy pressure in your lower stomach break. Clamping down on Ghost’s cock and feeling overwhelming wetness soaking his pelvis and dripping down onto the floor in a gush of splatters.

“Shhiitt!” Ghost shouted out your name, stuffing his cock as deeply inside you as he could.

Feeling jets of his release flooding your pussy and overflowing the tight space until it rolled down your inner thighs in thick pearl rivulets. His hips rocked against yours, stuttering as they grew weak and his cock overstimulating against the texture and tightness. Right away the bruising grip on your ass and thighs loosened, and on unsteady legs Ghost moved you both back towards the counter and reluctantly drew himself out of you with a hiss. Too fucked out to even respond in a noticeable way, you just kept your weakened legs and arms wrapped as tightly around him as you could. Shivering with aftershocks of nearly-fried nerves and overworked muscles.

You were cradled against Ghost’s chest, with both arms protecting your body. His head resting atop yours, listening to your breaths and feeling the way you began to slowly wind down, made that much easier by his fingers trailing up and down your spine and whispered praise scratching an itch deep in your heart and brain. He was taken by you, so small and made that much smaller with nothing but that soft sweater covering your form and the little hands you’d fisted into his shirt. So pretty, and if it wasn’t for seeing your skills as a soldier, he’d think you were as breakable as a hand painted, porcelain teacup.

Duty to protect and provide washed over Ghost. So strongly that even the small chills rising on your legs were distressing him beyond what would’ve felt acceptable. He wanted you warm and feeling safe with him after taking so much for so long that you could hardly hold your own head up. Moving you again to his quarters was his next task, and he very quickly had you gathered up in his arms and the large towel you’d brought to the gym draped over your bottom half so that neither of you would have to fuss with the wet leggings that had been unintentionally soaked by your final orgasm. Ghost didn’t even bother picking them up off the floor since the right side had been ripped apart beyond repair or wearing again. Mentally, he already had plans on replacing them.

But there would be a lot of things that changed sooner than later.

He’d done everything to stay away. Pretend that he didn’t want you deep in his very bones, and ignore how heavy of a struggle it became to deny simple closeness to another human being that meant more than a cooperating operator. You would be nothing less than his sole purpose in working for. Ensuring you had everything you needed and more than you could ever ask for. He’d take nothing you gave for granted, including the total control of your body for him tonight. And he’d be certain that the next time he touched you… he would do it the right way instead of allowing the desperate side of him to try and swallow you whole. You deserved more than a rough and dominating man. And he wasn’t sure how to even go about becoming something he’d long abandoned for no other reason than survival.

But fuck if he’d be damned if he didn’t dedicate the rest of his life trying.

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[doberbutts]

Thank you for making the schindler post, it perfectly illustrates why I hate the way people will act like people who hurt others (like active nazis and racists) aren't capable of regular emotion and thought. Second chances are often seen as bad when it comes to violence and crime, but if you never give someone the chance to change, form different opinions, or see the damage they or their associates have caused, they'll just keep taking the path of least resistance, keep following orders. I just want people to take a serious look at a nazi who changed his mind. There is nothing inherently evil about anyone, there are only moral and immoral choices.

It helps, I think, to understand that he did not join the nazi party because he hated Jews. Even what research I did on the real man said that for the most part his reasons for siding with Hitler were purely economical. And, as I've said before, Hitler did not start with "I hate Jews let's kill them all" but with "look how bad the economy sucks! And who is doing well while the economy sucks? The Jews. That means they're the ones behind making the economy suck!" to get people on his side.

I think Schindler did have some internalized antisemitism. How could he not? He thought of the plan to use almost exclusively Jewish slave labor as good business sense. Cheaper than Poles, more desperate for the work and thus less likely to complain about conditions or quit, can't fuss about wanting wages or better hours, what's not to like? Supposedly his workers were treated well. I don't know if that makes it particularly better. I wonder how his workers felt, staring at the emblem proudly pinned to his jacket, knowing it stood for the extermination of their entire people.

I wonder if any of them ever considered it might be a trick. An elaborate long game to get them to trust and slip up. To get them to reveal the hiding places and secret messages and the others striving to find or make a way out.

I think the movie played with that concept a little bit, when the character of Stern (who apparently was 3 different real guys rolled into 1) is portrayed as always being a little standoffish and cold to Schindler until close to the very end. He was afraid of him. Schindler held not only his life but the lives of all of the people working there (plus more, irl) in his hands. He rubbed shoulders with high ranked officials and knew personally more than one known sadistic bastard that actively got off on murdering Jews. All it would take is a single word and it would be more than just those in the factory who died.

But then the ghetto was cleansed. In history, Schindler had advance warning and made his workers lock themselves in the factory overnight to spare them. In the movie, Schindler did not have warning, and saw the chaos from atop a vantage point as he'd meant to pass by.

Either way, both in life and in film, that was the line. He was, at minimum, willfully blind and passive to the evidence of what was happening up to that point. Once he couldn't deny it, he put his foot down and said, no more. I'm not doing this. I can't save everybody but you aren't getting your hands on anyone in my charge. Put me in jail if you have to. This is wrong.

He had everything to gain by continuing to look away. In the movie, Stern says something to the tune of "you'll have to hire Hungarians and Poles. They cost a little more but you'll still be rich" when they're both faced with Hitler's final solution. No more cheap Jewish labor when they're all dead, after all. It is at that point that they come up with the list- to get as many Jews as possible out of Germany before they're all sent to their deaths. He could have just said "yeah, sorry. I tried". Stern even more or less gave him permission to do so, like he was expecting it.

But he didn't. He said no fuck that, it's bullshit. It's not happening. I'm not letting it happen. They can arrest me or kill me if they want but if I'm alive for it I'm not just going to stand back and watch.

But I think it is difficult for people to grapple with that level of complexity. Not everyone he saved thinks he was overall a good person. His motives were not always pure. In fact many times his motives were just about lining his own pockets. But when he saw atrocities happen, he put his foot down and refused to participate. Even at his own cost- he had the equivalent amount of money back then as would be needed to retire early nowadays from his factory labor. He spent it on bribes and rations to keep them safe. He went to jail several times for refusing to back down. He risked his own neck by networking with other factory owners to get them to do the same. He could have been executed for this at any point. Nazis loved public spectacle executions for traitors and for collusion with Jews.

He wasn't a perfect ally. But I think I'd rather an imperfect ally do whatever they can to help, than no allies at all.

[cripplecharacters]

Regarding fictional disabilities: since there is no way to research a disability that doesn’t exist, how do you go about writing it in a way that makes it good rep and not offensive? For some context specific to my story, magic based abilities are biological rather than learnt and can manifest at any age, though if it develops at a young age it can cause development issues or brain injuries. One of my characters experienced this and developed a power that was psychological in nature, but because he was so young and couldn’t cope with the actual power, it left him with memory and intellectual problems. I was originally looking into stuff like dissociative amnesia or maybe even alzheimers but since the symptoms don’t fully line up I can’t just rely on it completely. My overall point here is that if resources for a fictional disability don’t exist, how can you write it while still taking into consideration real life disabilities? My bad if this is worded weirdly, I tried to keep it as specific as possible without delving into the full on details of the story and character. Have a nice day!:3

Hi!

First rule would be to not do harm. So not propagating misinformation or nonsense about the real life disabilities that the fictional one resembles (here that would probably be pediatric brain injury and/or intellectual disability). I don't think anyone expects realistic representation from a made up condition that they don't have but if you're deciding to associate it with one that's real, you have to be mindful of it. Even if it's a fictionalized version of a developmental disability you can't just go (example, not trying to insinuate you want to do that) "this character is an adult but is mentally 4 because of this fictional disorder that is made up and totally not close to anything IRL so it's ok to say", it would just look pretentious to pretend that it's something completely unrelated to a real disability if the character has symptoms that strongly align with one.

If your fictional condition is made of symptoms that exist in real life (but maybe not for the same reasons/don't really exist together) try to research them one by one. If he has memory problems, research how this specifically affects people with it - Alzheimer's comes with a myriad of other things that might give you an incorrect idea on how just that one symptom presents. For brain injuries, check what parts of the brain do what - damage to different parts might cause very different symptoms. You can read about this here in the context of strokes. Having an actual symptom list of things that your character has will be more helpful than thinking of it as "condition x if it was condition b/ condition c if it didn't have [major part]", even if that's how it's explained in-universe to help the other characters/readers get it - you as the author should know the ins and outs so that you can actually keep track of how your character functions and not have continuity errors.

It'd also be interesting to figure out what other symptoms this kind of scenario could cause that didn't happen to this one character (unless he's the only person this happened to). Developmental disability is a really big spectrum, and so are memory problems. I imagine that there would be other people more and less disabled than him who would have the same condition - this could affect how his is seen in-universe. Is he a very mild case, and not receiving the kind of support he needs because it's "not that bad"? Or is he on the severe end, and other people pity him and send condolences to his family? Think about the grander scheme of things.

I hope this helps,

mod Sasza

[scourgefrontiers]

so me and eden talked about it and ive decided to take a sort of internet break with her, just for a week or so. i hate hate hate being so dependent on the internet (particularly social media) for both entertainment and socialization and i feel like being online so much and relying on it for SO LONG (since i was maybe 11?) has really been detrimental to my mental health. and since ive made rent for this month i feel like now is a good time to just step away for a bit.

i still unfortunately rely on the internet for my livelihood--i HAVE to take commissions in order to make rent, provide food, etc, so i wont stop posting art or taking commissions! i'll just be less social i guess. i wont make any posts or reblog anything, i'll just be posting art and contacting ppl abt commissions.

i want to spend more time with my wife. i want to go outside more. i want to hang out with irl people more (i literally have no irl friends). i want to go to meetups. i want to disconnect from the internet so bad i HATE relying on it as much as i do. i mean this so unironically i want to touch grass again

im ngl. i also talked w eden about possibly starting up an irl small business for my art--something along the lines of basically being a caricature artist again, but this time self employed. i'd have my own brand and go to parties and draw people, and volunteer at the local children's hospital sometimes too and draw the hospitalized kids. im honestly just trying to think of ANY job that would help me ease up on being so reliant on social media for income, if possible, that would still be fun for me and not absolutely kill my mental health like my previous irl jobs did. dont get me wrong i love drawing yalls ocs! but i cant charge as much as i should be b/c i dont have enough of a following/demand, so i have to take a lot of commissions before im able to make a decent living. it sucks.

if i could charge more to where i only had to take maybe 3 commissions a month in order to make rent, thatd be ideal. id still love to do commissions for a living! i love drawing your blorbos and i honestly dislike the idea of going back to caricature art--its not my passion by a longshot and its very stressful to do live art so quickly. but im just trying to think of anything to help at this point u_u i cant get on ssi b/c then we wouldnt be able to use my bank account for income and we'd basically have No Money To Do Anything Freely Anymore. so i gotta just. stick with what im doing. IDEALLY id be able to take commissions and post art while not being necessarily Active on social media anymore, but idk how to make that work just yet or if thats even a thing i could do..

anyway. TL;DR im going to take a semi-break from social media/the internet for about a week, but i'll still post art + take commissions + accept messages from close friends on discord. i want to HEAL, man

[ceps-pers]

Misceverse Questions!

☀️ . What are your dynamics? How do you define them? I’m bidynamic omega + alpha! I’m a protector and can get quite impulsive/aggressive when I feel someone I love is threathened, otherwise I’m passionate but mellow and caring. I’m the kind to bring breakfast in bed and all that, yk?

🌙 . What is your scent? Why do you think that's your scent? Orange and cedar. It feels like my scent because it calms me down and makes me feel home.

🌺 . Do you buy perfumes / scented candles / other scented objects to try and match your scent? Yup, and I even try and make them!!

🌸 . Scents that you like or dislike? Wildly depends! I’m not fan of cigarettes though. Anything too sweet tends to upset me a little too.

🍄 . What do you enjoy most about your dynamic? The love aspect. As in, domestic & protective love.

💕 . Do you have a mate(s)? If so, what is your mate's dynamic and scent? If not, do you want one? What's your ideal mate? I do! She’s a kitty cat possessive and dominant omega, and she smells of coffee and flowers!

👥️️ . Are you in a pack / flock / colony? If yes, describe the way your pack works and who is in it! If not, do you want to be in a pack? What's you dream pack? Not officially! I’m in a polycule, and that allows me to take care of everyone like my instincts tell me to, but we’re not calling ourselves a pack, and not everybody in it is misceverse.

🔊 . What subvocals do you do? How do you communicate and what do your subvocals mean? Lots! The most common ones are kind of chirps! They can mean a lot, from happiness to a questionning chirp and even “hug me” chirps for exemple!

🐾 . Does your personal misce identify align with specific verses? What are your behaviors and how does it work? I mean, it aligns with the verse of my paracosm (I’m an immersive daydreamer, formerly had madd). The verse is more focused on magic and social behaviors than sexual ones. Otherwise it’s pretty similar to the classic verse I’d think!

↗️ . Are you alterhuman? How does being alterhuman affect your miscecanis identity? Yes and yes! I’m misces because I’m alterhuman, because of those instincts.

👾 . Do you have friends who are also misces? Kind of? I know some poeple online, but mostly I have some IRL alterhuman friends that, while not actively using the terms, identify with the a/b/o dynamics in their alterhumanity.

😶‍🌫️ . Are you open about being misces in real life? Or do you prefer to keep your identity online? I’m open about it to close friends (who are all open-minded, otherwise we couldn’t be that close for so many reasons-) and online, but that’s it. Other people don’t need to know. I won’t shy away from wearing my dynamic’s symbol or anything though!

✨️ . What are some ways you express being misces? I scent a lot! I make my scent in perfule, find it in essential oils and make lotions, etc of it! My scent means a lot to me and helps make me at ease. I also nest a lot, and I tend to have quite a few animalistic behaviors (though that’s only part misces, and stems a lot from being alterhuman too)

🎨 . What's your favorite miscecanis activity to do? (ex: scenting, nesting, defining verse specific terms, etc) I scent a lot, because it gives me comfort to smell my scent, and that works pretty much anywhere. But the thing I love doing most I think has to be nesting (and playfighting in the nest with my mate is a big big bonus). It’s just so so comforting and nice!

🪶 . If you nest, what are things you like to have or include in your nest? Soft and fluffy plaids and blankies, as many of my plushies as possible, all the pillows of the house, a book or the tv on for some nice activities, a little bit of my scent (often through essential oils) and, if possible, my mate ✨

🌱 . Do you have particularly strong nesting instincts / habits? Why do you nest? Yes! Super strong! For comfort and feeling even more at home. Being buried in pillows, plushies and blankets is also sensory heaven!

🏠 . If you den, what's your personal den aesthetic and what things / objects would make up your ideal perfect den? My den, to me, is my house. Or, if not at my place, my room. It’s colorful, messy and witchy, like me! It smells of my scent along with incense, coffee and books. My nest is obviously in it too!

🌪 . Do you have strong denning instincts? Why do you den? Yes! Making a safe space to myself, all cosy and pretty and under my watch, my rules, makes me feel so comfy and reassured!

💰 . Do you have any misces specific items or want any items on a wishlist that would make you feel closer to your misce identify? Material to make a real perfume! Right now I'm using essential oil and lotion, but it doesn't last as long as perfume would. Also, one of those human sized comfy looking dog beds!

🎆 . What would you like to see more of in the misces community? Perfume tutorials! And tutorials about other scented things! Maybe also more sharing experiences.

💛 . What aspects of being misces do you enjoy the most? What about being misces makes you happy? Nesting, and feeling myself. It also brings me so much comfort! Nesting too! My scent is a comforting one, one that's meant "home" for longer than I've partook in the lifestyle.

☁️ . How did you come to find out about misceverse? It was on tumblr, while looking at tips to feel more connected to your kintypes!

🍼 . Do you regress? Does being misces influence your regression? I do regress! It kind of does, as being an animal (therian/otherkin) is directly linked to my pet regression and my misceverse! So yea! I’ll need to nest if I’m little most times ^^

🦋 . Any specific misces habits / urges you have? Nesting! Like all the time! Scenting is a big one too, i use perfume/essential oil on my stuff and often have incense or a scented candle of my scent burning in my room!

🎈 . Are there certain places / things that make you feel more in tune with your dynamic(s)? Nature in general, but especially big lakes and forests, as well as looking at the stars! Taking a chairlift or things like that also make me super euphoric! And, of course, nesting 💖

[peachjagiya]

So I have a question but please don’t take this as an attack and go ham on me, just asking because I am genuinely curious.

Why is it that everytime or almost everytime someone asks a question about somethings which could possibly debunk the idea that taekook are a couple, some tkkrs either answer sarcastically or come up with excuses about how people do not understand subtleties but I see you take every other interaction with every other pairs very literally even though you refuse to do that with taekook. Why? Don’t get me wrong, I understand that some interactions and words do have subtleties that people could easily miss and take very literally but my issue is that I don’t see you treat interactions of other pairs like this. The previous anon who asked about Tae not knowing Jk’s room is what I am talking about. There has been more than one instance of Tae directly stating that he didn’t know Jk’s room and i’m sure that if it was Jimin who ever made a statement like that about Jk, you wouldn’t have tried to find the subtleties but would have taken it quite literally and argued that he did say that so we cannot go arguing with him or calling him a liar. Another good example is how Jk made it quiet clear who he saw during a particularly break and who he didn’t but I have seen some tkkrs make arguments about that trying to say that he obviously couldn’t say everything, which could be true but would you have used that same reasoning if Jk had mentioned not seeing Jimin? Like now, you make arguments against Jikook by saying that Jimin made it clear who he saw and who he didn’t and you see no reason why he would lie but why don’t you make this same argument when taekook also make certain things clear? Like in this case, Tae clearly said he went to Jimin’s room and thought it was Jk’s because Jk was the one who answered the door and greeted him and what this means is that he didn’t know Jk’s room because if he did, he wouldn’t have been confused if it was Jimin’s room or Jk’s room and most especially if Jk is his boyfriend and he visits Jk’s room quiet often.

I just feel like everytime someone brings up some questions about a few things which don’t make sense if taekook are a couple, they are met with sarcastic responses or excuses about how we don’t know everything (which we don’t) but I don’t see you apply this logic to other ships when you argue against them. See the way in the AYS trailer yesterday after Jk said he missed the members, some taekookers already started getting shady with it claiming that he wasn’t satisfied being with Jimin even though during the solo era where everyone knows that Jk was seen hanging out with Tae the most, we still had him on vlives talking about how much he missed his members. Would it have been fair then to say that he said that because he wasn’t satisfied with hanging out only with Tae? What does him missing the rest of his members have to do with the one he is with at that moment? And then your statements about “knowing those who are close irl” always amazes me because there is no way you really believe that Jk is not close to any of his members irl and especially not Jimin whom he is currently enlisted with right now and you could say anything you want to say about enlistment and how he didn’t have a choice or this and that but I think deep down you know that Jk will not enlist with someone he isn’t close to irl and all this subtle jabs you constantly take at Jk’s relationship with Jimin just to prove how “real” taekook is just makes you seem a little insecure because if you really didn’t think anything of jikook you wouldn’t feel the need to try to make statements like “we know who is close irl”

And then your statements about “knowing those who are close irl” always amazes me because there is no way you really believe that Jk is not close to any of his members irl and especially not Jimin

I don't see this as an attack but I do see this for what it is: A jikooker who has simply not read my blog or the blogs of any other tumblr tkkr and is projecting HARD.

No I think you'll find every Taekooker - on tumblr at least - has zero doubt about JK and Jimin's closeness. In fact, I think most army would say they were close. Certainly there have been times when jikookers will say "See? He always chooses Jimin!" and some of us might reply, "Uh does he?"

If you see someone pointing out times JK prioritised others as "jabs" at Jikook, that's a problem I simply can't help you with.

The only doubts about closeness that the TKKRs share is how close jkkrs think they are. Jimin is an exception for JK. Jimin is his priority. Jimin is the one he's closest too. We fundamentally disagree on that.

Jikook have only ever had their closeness celebrated. The same can't be said for Taekook. They have a proven history of company mistruths that never stand up to scrutiny and usually get proven to be lies by JK or Tae themselves. So yeah. I do believe there is lies and truth-twisting when it comes to TKK and not when it comes to JKK. Because what have JKK ever had to hide?

While Taehyung cannot move in JK's direction or breathe a syllable of his name without people saying he's a clout chaser and a liar, and while some groups just point blank refuse to acknowledge any time JK confirms closeness with Tae, I'll continue to believe a company narrative has you fooled.

Insecurity is coming to taekook blogs to extol the virtues of Jikook. Jimin and JK are close and valuable to each other. That fact doesn't threaten me in the slightest. End of story.

(It was anon who said "it's very obvious which people are close irl" not me.)

[jungkookslipring]

hello! can i request a lee! han and ler! seungmin!! I was thinking the content could be something like.. Jisung felt insecure about himself and Seungmin wanted to make him smile and feel better?? Thanks so much!! love your work!!!

ABSOLUTELY

You’re Not a Burden, Never Could Be

Pairings: Han x Seungmin 🐿🐶

Genre: tword + hurt/comfort🤗❤️‍🩹

AN: I am not 110% positive how everyone's dorm is set up (other than one dorm being 3racha + Hyunjin and the other dorm being Lee Know + the maknaes). I don't know if they are separate floors or separate buildings irl but for the time being in this fic its separate floors lol. Enjoy!❤️

Everyone has their off days, and today that was the case for Han. He knew he was an outstanding rapper, vocalist, dancer, producer, member, and everything in between, but there were days where he questioned his talent. Today, he spent a large chunk of time in the studio trying to bust out as many lyrics as possible for a song he was writing. The poor thing didn't get much sleep, because when an idea would pop into his head, he would write it down. The time spent in the studio went longer than he had hoped. His original plan was to go home for a few hours to rest before they had dance practice in the evening, but when he checked the clock, he was going to have a whopping total of five minutes before he had to go to one of the practice rooms.

'shit', he thought. He was kicking himself for not getting as much done as he wanted in the span of time he was hoping. He was tired and ready to rest but depending on how practice went, they could either get home at 9 pm or 2 am. Han saved his work and quickly changed into more comfortable clothes when before making a b line to the practice room. Dance normally helps Han distract himself from everything else that he has to work on, but when it came to practicing his rapping live while dancing, he found himself stumbling over his words or stumbling over his feet. He was an ace, why was he struggling? He's human. thats why. Han was praying no one was annoyed with him or thinking less of him, and of course no one did. They all knew everyone had off days, but that didn't bug Han any less. He hardly talked at all during practice, only responding when someone would say "Okay lets practice this" or "okay lets run through this again". Han was exhausted. Luckily, Lee Know and Bang Chan are both saints and dance practice lasted only a few hours, allowing everyone to go home at 9 pm. The two oldest knew how hard everyone has been working on the album, and they are all aware how much goes into an album. While everyone was packing their bags Seungmin walked up behind Han and gently put a hand on his shoulder, making sure he wouldn't startle the other.

"You alright, Han?" Seungmin asked. Han kept his focal point on his zipper, distracting himself from the stinging behind his eyes.

"I'm just tired, Minnie," Han whispered, trying to keep his voice at bay. It wasn't a total lie; he was tired, but not just physically. Seungmin really didn't want to push until he saw Han's eyes get watery. Han closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Thats good Hannie, breathe, there you go," Seungmin said quietly as he lightly rubbed his fellow September brother's back, trying not to draw attention to the pair. He did this a couple times before Han was sure his eyes weren't too watery anymore. He gave Seungmin a tightlined smile and patted his shoulder.

"Thanks Seungmin," he said kindly. Seungmin nodded and kept his hand on Han's back all the way out to the car. It wasn't too long of a car ride, but while they were in the car Han kept his headphones on and stared out the window. His phone suddenly pinged, and he saw Seungmin’s name pop up.

“I’m here if you want to talk”.

Han smiled before replying

“Maybe when we get home”. The guys didn’t question it when Seungmin followed Han into the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm. Seungmin told Lee Know he’d be back before midnight. Seungmin and Han went to Han’s bedroom, shutting the door softly. Han set his headphones aside while Seungmin sat on the bed crisscrossed, letting Han take his time.

“It’s really not that big of a deal…just feeling…I don’t know insecure about my work lately…” Han trailed off. Seungmin nodded, letting Han say everything he wants to say before the younger September brother could give his two sense.

“I was already sort of struggling today with lyrics, and I got in my head, and it kind of followed into dance practice. The more I overthought, the harder it was to focus. I was focusing too much and too little if that makes sense?” Han asked, making eye contact contact with Seungmin. The younger of the two nodded.

“It makes sense, I know what you mean,” he said reassuringly. Han scratched the back of his neck before letting out a slightly frustrated sigh.

“I’m sorry I’m like this…” he whispered, his voice slightly shaky. Seungmin shook his head.

“No no no none of that, Hannie,” Seungmin said gently before pulling Han into a hug. The rapper didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Seungmin and burry his face into his shoulder.

“You’re doing amazing, Han, and I’m not saying that just as a friend. You are extremely talented, you’re a hard worker, and a kick ass ace. Its perfectly normal to have off days. Everybody has them. So please don’t apologize for being human, yeah?” Seungmin said as he started rubbing Han’s back. Han nodded into his shoulder, too scared to speak because if he does he’s worried he’ll start crying.

“Now, where that cute quokka smile I love so much?” Seungmin asked before using one hand to poke Han’s ribs. The other squeaked as he folded in on himself, trying to protect his sensitive rib cage Seungmin was attacking.

“Nohoho I’m too sahahad to be lahahaughing,” Han whined, but his whines mixed with giggles so fluently it was just too cute.

“And that is completely valid but I wanna hear you laugh!” Seungmin smiled as he took his over hand and started squeezing both of Han’s ribs. He squealed before falling back on his bed, kicking himself because now Seungmin had full access to his torso. He poked and prodded and squeezed and wiggled his fingers on Han’s ribs, eventually moving down to his abs. Han threw his head back as his giggles turned into laughter.

“Minniehehehehehe it’s so bahahahahad!” he laughed as he tried grabbing a hold of Seungmin’s wrists. Seungmin was way too quick and sped up the attack, leaving Han no chance but to just cross his arms over his stomach in attempt to block Seungmin’s fingers. It worked for a solid 5 seconds until Seungmin decided to lay on top of Han, grab his arms with one hand, and pin them to his chest, giving Seungmin access not only to his tummy, but his tummy that was now completely exposed given that his shirt has risen above his belly button. Seungmin dug his fingers into Han’s abs, forcing squeaky laughs to erupt from the rapper.

“SEUNGMINNIEHEHE *squeak* IHIHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD *squeak*”

“You’re so cuuuuute!” Seungmin sang over Han’s adorable laughter. Han couldn’t move at all, all he could do was kick his feet and shake his head, but he had to admit that all the laughing was making him feel better. Seungmin had one more idea before letting him go. He didn’t even warn the poor kid; all he did was push his arms further up his chest, trapping Han’s arms with his forearm, and blowing the longest raspberry on Han’s belly button. Han went ballistic.

“NAHHHHHAHAHAHA YOU SUHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU SUCK SO BAHAHAHAHAD!” Han screeched.

“Rude! I was going to only give you one raspberry but now you need to be punished!” Seungmin declared. He blew raspberry after raspberry while using his other hand to scratch at Han’s lower tummy. Seungmin definitely took notes on when Lee Know would torture them.

“NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA I’M SORRYHEHEHEHEHEHE MINNIE PLEAHEHEHEASE I’M HAPPY I’M HAPPY I’M HAPPYHEHEHE” Han screamed before he fell into silent laughter. Seungmin stopped the raspberry’s and slowed down on the tickles. Han was a giggly mess catching his breath as Seungmin stared at him and smiled.

“You okay Hannie?” Seungmin asked. Han nodded, giggles continuing to flow from his mouth.

“I’m feeling much better Minnie, thank you,” he said pulling the younger down on top of him, wrapping his arms around his figure. Seungmin returned the hug, not without jabbing Han’s ribs a couple times. Han shouted out protests before Seungmin completely stopped.

“You’re such a menace,” Han laughed as Seungmin gave him puppy dog eyes.

“A menace who loves you and is always here for you,” Seungmin said, getting super shy all of a sudden. Han smiled and held him close.

“I know you are.”

[mswyrr]

in defense of "multishipping"

Texts are inherently multiple; the evidence within them can be read more than one way. All stories are multiverses of possibilities - directions things might have gone and still been plausibly in keeping with the rules of the worldbuilding and characterization.

And that is why I multiship. If there's good canon evidence for A/B and A/C and I find both dynamics enjoyable, I can explore and enjoy them without there being an issue. I see no reason to deny myself enjoyment in fictional dynamics that move me and/or make my brain and heart happy.

A/B and A/C canon divergence fic from key canon moments when they might have gone off and had a life together or gotten together in ways that changed the story are just as valid. As long as I maintain that connection to the textual evidence (characterization, worldbuilding, etc) then it's fine. I don't have to choose. Both can coexist simultaneously - that's part of the fun of fiction.

(And AUs can be even more distant from canon, but I prefer mine pretty close - I like to make a divergence at a certain point, but keep to the "rules" of the world and characters otherwise).

I consider it multishipping when I have a two person and three person poly ship for the same character, btw, even if A & B characters are in both ships - because a poly relationship (as with poly relationships irl!) is its own, distinct dynamic, not merely two dynamics (A/B and A/C) squished together. IRL poly relationships require a lot of communication and work for a *reason*.

Sometimes I have an OTP and no interest in any other dynamics (my only ship for The X Files is Mulder and Scully - this has been true my entire life since childhood!). But for many characters, I'll have multiple dynamics I like - A/B, A/C, and/or A/B/C. It's literature so I can enjoy "mutually contradictory" dynamics because… texts are inherently multiple and there's good textual evidence that I like which supports all three of these. I can analyze the text in different ways, spin off canon divergence and au scenarios etc.

If there's canon support for it and it makes your brain happy, it's valid to ship. There is no requirement for "monogamous shipping." None of the characters are real - they only exist inside a text with multiple valid readings.

This is especially true of storyverses where a "multiverse" or multiple timelines are literally canon! A can be with B in one universe/timeline and C in another and A/B/C in another etc.

And "noncanon" ships are just as valid as canon ones btw - in fact, sometimes I will invest the most effort in drawing out and developing the textual evidence for a ship I suspect won't be canon (or, if canon, not "end game") precisely because the show/movie cannot possibly do every viable, textually grounded option. And I want to articulate the one that we aren't likely to see explored.

[caffeinated-eccentric-polymorph]

Misceverse Questions!

☀️ . What are your dynamics? How do you define them? I’m bidynamic omega + alpha! I’m a protector and can get quite impulsive/aggressive when I feel someone I love is threathened, otherwise I’m passionate but mellow and caring. I’m the kind to bring breakfast in bed and all that, yk?

🌙 . What is your scent? Why do you think that's your scent? Orange and cedar. It feels like my scent because it calms me down and makes me feel home.

🌺 . Do you buy perfumes / scented candles / other scented objects to try and match your scent? Yup, and I even try and make them!!

🌸 . Scents that you like or dislike? Wildly depends! I’m not fan of cigarettes though. Anything too sweet tends to upset me a little too.

🍄 . What do you enjoy most about your dynamic? The love aspect. As in, domestic & protective love.

💕 . Do you have a mate(s)? If so, what is your mate's dynamic and scent? If not, do you want one? What's your ideal mate? I do! She’s a kitty cat possessive and dominant omega, and she smells of coffee and flowers!

👥️️ . Are you in a pack / flock / colony? If yes, describe the way your pack works and who is in it! If not, do you want to be in a pack? What's you dream pack? Not officially! I’m in a polycule, and that allows me to take care of everyone like my instincts tell me to, but we’re not calling ourselves a pack, and not everybody in it is misceverse.

🔊 . What subvocals do you do? How do you communicate and what do your subvocals mean? Lots! The most common ones are kind of chirps! They can mean a lot, from happiness to a questionning chirp and even “hug me” chirps for exemple!

🐾 . Does your personal misce identify align with specific verses? What are your behaviors and how does it work? I mean, it aligns with the verse of my paracosm (I’m an immersive daydreamer, formerly had madd). The verse is more focused on magic and social behaviors than sexual ones. Otherwise it’s pretty similar to the classic verse I’d think!

↗️ . Are you alterhuman? How does being alterhuman affect your miscecanis identity? Yes and yes! I’m misces because I’m alterhuman, because of those instincts.

👾 . Do you have friends who are also misces? Kind of? I know some poeple online, but mostly I have some IRL alterhuman friends that, while not actively using the terms, identify with the a/b/o dynamics in their alterhumanity.

😶‍🌫️ . Are you open about being misces in real life? Or do you prefer to keep your identity online? I’m open about it to close friends (who are all open-minded, otherwise we couldn’t be that close for so many reasons-) and online, but that’s it. Other people don’t need to know. I won’t shy away from wearing my dynamic’s symbol or anything though!

✨️ . What are some ways you express being misces? I scent a lot! I make my scent in perfule, find it in essential oils and make lotions, etc of it! My scent means a lot to me and helps make me at ease. I also nest a lot, and I tend to have quite a few animalistic behaviors (though that’s only part misces, and stems a lot from being alterhuman too)

🎨 . What's your favorite miscecanis activity to do? (ex: scenting, nesting, defining verse specific terms, etc) I scent a lot, because it gives me comfort to smell my scent, and that works pretty much anywhere. But the thing I love doing most I think has to be nesting (and playfighting in the nest with my mate is a big big bonus). It’s just so so comforting and nice!

🪶 . If you nest, what are things you like to have or include in your nest? Soft and fluffy plaids and blankies, as many of my plushies as possible, all the pillows of the house, a book or the tv on for some nice activities, a little bit of my scent (often through essential oils) and, if possible, my mate ✨

🌱 . Do you have particularly strong nesting instincts / habits? Why do you nest? Yes! Super strong! For comfort and feeling even more at home. Being buried in pillows, plushies and blankets is also sensory heaven!

🏠 . If you den, what's your personal den aesthetic and what things / objects would make up your ideal perfect den? My den, to me, is my house. Or, if not at my place, my room. It’s colorful, messy and witchy, like me! It smells of my scent along with incense, coffee and books. My nest is obviously in it too!

🌪 . Do you have strong denning instincts? Why do you den? Yes! Making a safe space to myself, all cosy and pretty and under my watch, my rules, makes me feel so comfy and reassured!

💰 . Do you have any misces specific items or want any items on a wishlist that would make you feel closer to your misce identify? Material to make a real perfume! Right now I'm using essential oil and lotion, but it doesn't last as long as perfume would. Also, one of those human sized comfy looking dog beds!

🎆 . What would you like to see more of in the misces community? Perfume tutorials! And tutorials about other scented things! Maybe also more sharing experiences.

💛 . What aspects of being misces do you enjoy the most? What about being misces makes you happy? Nesting, and feeling myself. It also brings me so much comfort! Nesting too! My scent is a comforting one, one that's meant "home" for longer than I've partook in the lifestyle.

☁️ . How did you come to find out about misceverse? It was on tumblr, while looking at tips to feel more connected to your kintypes!

🍼 . Do you regress? Does being misces influence your regression? I do regress! It kind of does, as being an animal (therian/otherkin) is directly linked to my pet regression and my misceverse! So yea! I’ll need to nest if I’m little most times ^^

🦋 . Any specific misces habits / urges you have? Nesting! Like all the time! Scenting is a big one too, i use perfume/essential oil on my stuff and often have incense or a scented candle of my scent burning in my room!

🎈 . Are there certain places / things that make you feel more in tune with your dynamic(s)? Nature in general, but especially big lakes and forests, as well as looking at the stars! Taking a chairlift or things like that also make me super euphoric! And, of course, nesting 💖

[leopardmask-ao3]

hi! haven't talked for a bit, just wanted to say <3

also, bit of an ask gamey prompt:

if you were to add something to minecraft (or change something), anything at all, what would it be?

<3!!

Gosh... There are a few things, but the first thing that comes to mind is an in-depth badlands biome update! I live very close to the area of the world that the badlands biomes are based on (there are more parts of the world that look like that, but I thiiiink they're based mostly on the American southwest?) and compared to that, Minecraft badlands are... well. Please, PLEASE change the foliage color, for one thing, I PROMISE green things exist here. Nothing is that weird gross muddy brown. Even savanna-like color would be better, but ideally maybe a sage-y green? There's lots of sage around. Also, wild juniper trees and possibly "spruce" (pinyon pine, but I'd be fine with just using spruce b/c Minecraft can't have Every biodiversity ever) instead of oak trees. Junipers are soooo cool. And as a bonus it could be a grey plank type!

There's some other things that would be cool to add to a badlands update, like some sort of Mesa Verde-type ruin structure (and maybe sus red sand to go with it?) and the stuff in the biome vote videos, the prickly pear and vultures. But the main thing I want is just to see things that do IRL red-rock biomes the justice they deserve.

[gomzdrawfr]

Gomz rambles about something again so feel free to scroll pass :]

Recently had a video recommended to me on youtube and gave it a watch: how you play games is how you do everything so I wanted to give some thoughts after watching it

for starters, the video was pretty simple and straightforward and easy to watch, it got me thinking how true that statement is and I started reflecting a bit.

I rarely play games any more, simply because sometimes I couldn't bring in the time and commitment to games like I used to be, or that it feels like I'm completing tasks instead of enjoying the game (kind of what the original author felt)

That applies to some games I've played in the past, Minecraft, Valorant, Dont starve - when I play a game, I clock tf in LMAO I just tend to focus so much on it that everything else didn't matter. I guess irl this applies to me too, whenever I want to do something I make sure to put in 110% into it, very meticulous with completion and deadlines and ensuring the work I do are good quality, I spend time on researching every single questions or queries I have and yeah just, being into something. Though lately, I've dialled down a bit and take it easy (bcuz stress isn't fun)

Honestly, in another aspect, say Minecraft again, I used to be very active in a community, being the lead builder and just pumping out ideas and making builds after builds while still having fun, I loved brainstorming idea and vomit it out in blocks, being able to use part of my interest that are less relevant in my studies to something else, you know? but ever since the said community grew larger, I got overwhelmed and stepped away from the people. They're great friends, really, but sometimes it's a lot when a friend circle grows.

Reflecting this to irl, I tend to work in smaller groups and have a close-knit of friends instead of many friends. Better yet, working alone or just with another one person. It's easier to focus and manage things. Another takeaway would be, I guess, is the way I tend to walk away when things gets more than what I like, or can handle.

I used to be part of a group of friends online too, I liked what we had going, we were silly we were honi (lol) and things were more light-hearted. But as more and more people join, I started feeling overwhelm or a sense of disconnect. There's a lot going on, like a bouncing ball started yeeting against each surfaces at lighting speed and I can barely catch the ball kind of feeling.

I wouldn't say it's entirely their fault, it's mostly myself, which is more comfortable in controlled or slower pace(despite being hyper as well- brainrot goes brrrr). I guess what sucks the most is also watching a friend who liked hanging with another person that you don't really vibe with can be uh something(idk what or how to describe it, it's not jealousy either). The main issue is always around the aspect that I like person A, B, C and F, but not the rest of the bunch. Yes, I could bring it up, talk to them about it, and then highly possibly creating drama and beef with that process (relationships are so fragile). Knowing the people I was dealing with, I decided to just leave quietly (which, to no one's surprised, caused drama itself too - sigh)

I do miss them sometimes, the people I like talking to and be friends with, some of us kept the connection, some burn the bridge for good, some remains a mystery.

That brings me to another aspect in decision-making games, where I tend to walk the passive, most diplomatic route ever to finish the game. Well because irl I hate dealing with conflicts XD I also lean towards neutrality most of the time, unless it's something important then only I pick a side strongly. Using persuasion, communications and understanding, compromising and delegation to let a project or anything really(like relationship) run smoothly. Some of this cost my sanity, patiences and often, gaining less from the agreement lol

I stopped caring more than I do, I stopped trying to please everyone in the room after going through some stuff, and I learn to let go a lot of things because of those experiences, which for now feels like a good experience for me (Literally my page motto is my life motto, it is what it is)

This also made me think, that I am a person who likes to stay the same, more often than I'd like to admit. I mean this by saying like for example, no matter how many times I play Stardew Valley, I will follow a similar route. If irl, the mix rice shop I visit for almost 4 years now? I'll pick the same veggie and meat choices everytime I go there. I find comfort in repetition, I like following the same pattern, I enjoy being safe in a known routine.

If i want to ramble about this, I do like to change sometimes, explore different options, pick a different route etc. But, only if I finished the "foundation" first(both in game and irl)

So for example, stardew valley right? I tend to go min max route, getting my greenhouse and my plants, relationship, all those jazz to maximum first before I actually try something else. What's funny is the something else can be as small as picking a different spot to fish, wearing a different hat, try defeating the dungeon without espresso(that was awful) or romance other people(I still love Harvey more than anyone, sorry Sebastian, I do love the frog though)

Same with Minecraft, Im a builder yes, but I also grind a hell lot in the game, building industrial district and shit ton of farms to get whatever I need.

I think this is kinda reflected irl, where I like to have a strong stability of foundation before I try something different, something that is not part of the route Im used for. It's like once I am sure that our project presentation has the right amount of slides, informations and delivery, then only I try and test out animations, maybe some infographics and whatnot. Same with patient counselling, I usually follow a flow strictly in patient information gathering because that is what we were taught in University (name, age, height, weight, etc), but one time I decided to switch it up a bit to and try to make small talk in between info gathering (like when a patient tells me they're married, instead of moving on I congrats on their marriage instead) and has found it a nice experience and change of pace. You may find this a silly or heck, an obvious thing that I should've tried, but you need to understand every video, notes and lectures always follow a systematic manner with stuff like this. I've only started incorporating this style after being in the med course for like, 2 years, so when I transitioned to Pharmacy, it came naturally to me when it comes to building rapport with patients. The patients and lecturers love it, because the process can feel more like a conversation rather than an interrogation you know, it feels more lively, more empathy and whatnot. I hope to continue to improve on this actually, Im really happy that one of the change I made on an impulse stick through and benefitted my career.

Id say one bad thing with this habit (with how I approach change) is sometimes I miss out opportunities and again, missing out the fun. Heck, sometimes the process to finish the "foundation" itself feels like a chore that sucks out the fun from games. Like rn with tears of the kingdom(totk), I like collecting Light of Blessing to get more hearts and stamina, but god- totk is so much bigger now compared to the first one, and I got overwhelmed and stressful to play the game. So I dropped it on my previous semester break. (I wanna go back to it one day, hopefully)

This kind of also tie into something Im aware of, is that I get weary and overthink in the face of uncertainty. Like there are a lot of places in totk that I have yet to explore, because I have thoughts like

oh shit does this have important story plot? wait what if im suppose to go place A before going place B first? will it mess up the timeline? oh no that place is new what the heck let's just put a marker first-

you get the gist, same applies irl too. An invitation to quizzes, participating talk shows or experiments, most of which I usually don't attend in fear of my lack of skills or just, nervousness in new environment. There's always a lingering thought that I am not good enough to go to events that clearly, required skills and competence beyond what I have. Im no 4 flat student, hell my cgpa is shit lmfao, the only thing Im good at are soft skills and maybe level 1-2 clinical judgments. I still regret that one time I didn't join a community event where they've explored and talked about stem cells intervention, they had a whole freaking lab!! of cells!! like in the movies!!!!!!!!! ok anyways

Idk what im tryna say with this ramble, I just wanted to share and relate my experience to the video, maybe this is like a self reflection. I've been trying to be better at managing some of the issues I talked about, building confidence or maybe facing confrontations instead of dipping entirely.

If you read till here, thanks I guess! maybe you can relate to me or maybe you just wanna read my yaps, either way I appreciate it :D if you want to share your thoughts or experiences as well go ahead!

[echantedtoon]

Demon Bride Ch51 Urogi Earns A Day Out

(Warnings: Karaku IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos. Urogi hits his head flying into the ceiling but he's ok.  WARNING!!!: Sakura was going to give Karaku a love potion but he's ok and nothing else happened, she didn't even get a chance to try to but this warning is important just in case.

Get ready for Urogi to act like a birb.

Important Edit: I ask everyone to have patience for future chapters since some irl things are taking place. At the same time I am working on a second story and two oneshots for other fandoms I enjoy. Thank you all for reading this and continuing to read my works. Hopefully things will straighten back to they're usual pace soon.)

"I think she might be too young to train. It seems like all she's doing for now is eating and sleeping like a young puppy."

"When can she play?"

"Not until she's a few months older. Don't worry about it. Just take care of her the way Sekido told you to and she'll be fine...Minus the training bit for now."

It was certainly a  surprise for you to see Rui and Sekido not only get along for a little while but actually talk. Well...Sekido mostly talked at Rui while he played with his many toys and the sleepy puppy. Sekido went as far as to assign a specific servant to care for said puppy. It was nice to not have them fight and not be at each other's throats. But that was last night. Now it was morning and Rui had to go back to school. You caught him trying to sneak out both the puppy and a few of the toys he gotten. You took them from him, he threw a small fit, and eventually he then left pouting  without them all leaving you alone. Well except for the puppy. Arachnid Rui called he if you remembered right. She just flopped over in a random part of the room and went back to sleep. Leaving you to just do whatever it was you usually did.  Read. So there you were reading a book Aizetsu recommended you, some kind of murder mystery thing.

"The murderer is either the Stepmother-in-law or the farm hand since they're the only ones with motives. Unless they worked together then it'd be both of them," you spoke to no one in particular, "It could be the Husband but he really loved his wife despite her affair and he doesn't know about the death yet... Unless he hired someone to murder her! It's possible. I wonder if Kyogai wrote anything like this before."

No one answered you obviously. No one was there except for you, the puppy, and the lilies Sekido shoved into your hands the other day. It was silent except for you talking to yourself and the sounds of you turning the pages whenever you finished reading one. You just sat there and kept reading the book as time slowly began to stretch onwards. Until there was a very familiar sound at your door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

You looked up slightly annoyed from your book and stared at the door as more knocking continued from the other side. Great. Who could that be now? Still couldn't be Douma. He would've blabbered talking by now...Sigh. It was probably one of the brothers again. You groaned before placing your book to the side and standing up to head to the door. More knocking louder this time.

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming!" You grabbed the door and pulled it open. "What do you-..." You blinked. Pausing as no one was there. "...want?"

No one was there? You blinked again before shaking your head and leaning your head out to look up and down the halls. No one was there. Not even a servant. The perfectly polished halls stood empty and devoid of all life. That was... strange. You could've SWORN you heard someone knocking. You know you did. Was this a joke? You would've heard someone run away from the door if they did. Unless they could float or turn invisible. Was there a ghost running around? Was the dwell haunted?! ...Or maybe it was just your ears playing tricks on you after you've been bothered so MANY times? You sighed and was about to close the door when something suddenly dropped from the ceiling in a blur of black and brown feathers 

"HI!"

"AHHH!!" 

You shrieked as a face suddenly appeared in front of your face and scared you into screaming at the top of your lungs and stumbling back tripping over yourself and falling onto your behind panting and staring wide eyed at a- ... Laughing face?? What? You blinked panting as loud laughter filled the air and you stared at a figured hanging upside down, holding his sides, and laughing wildly at you. It took you a few seconds to register who exactly it was but then you scowled.

"UROGI!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"The harpy brother of the quadruplets was there hanging upside down like a bat laughing his head off at you. Urogi of you remembered correctly. You immediately stood up and marched up to him. "I ought to kick your ass!"

"HAHAHAHA!! You should've seen your face!," Urogi cackled pointing a talon at your face as you rose a brow and looked up. "I made you jump so high!"

"Uh huh." So that's how he did it. He was clinging to one of the wooden beams above you both by his feet talons. Your hand was held up and your own claws reached out. "It's just too bad you're so low." With that you harshly pinched your claws into his left bird leg.

"YEOWCH!! AH!!" He lost his footing and down he fell in a heap of feathers with a loud thud. "OOF!!"

You didn't give him another chance to speak before the door was closed in his face. Urogi cursed indignantly before scrambling up and opening your door to walk in and meet your annoyed, cross armed, and frowning face. You watched him ruffle his feathers and shake a bit before looking at you again with a big smile.

"That's no way to treat your date is it?"

"No it isn't! And you're not getting one for that stupid stunt you pulled!" You glared at him as he suddenly froze mouth open. "If that's your way of asking a lady out for a date then I'd hate to see how you'd ask for anything else! Now get out!"

"What?! N-N-NO! WAIT!" You turned your back to him only to hear a few panicked flapping of wings before he popped up again to your side smiling nervously. "Look! Sorry I scared you! I-I was only trying to make a funny joke!"

"Well I didn't find it funny at all!" You again turned away and again he followed looking nervous to pop up in your view.

"Ok! You don't like being scared! I get that now! But don't hold it over my head! Let's go out and have fun! " you have him a glare and again turned away and he followed you holding up his hands. "I'll make it up to you! We can go wherever you want! How about the green houses? Or a dress shop?! Girls like that right?!"

You hummed.. before looking at him raising a brow. "I don't know if I want to go out since Sekido was nice enough to do that with me just yesterday. Why are you here anyways?"

"It's my turn to court ya! My old man said so! He didn't say when I had to come over, so the sooner the better right?"

You still narrowed your eyes at him. "Uh huh...And you want to earn a chance with me?"

"Aw. C'mon, Dove!" He smiled wider in an almost pleading way. "I already said I was sorry! A-And I promise to make it up to you! Anything you want!"

You huffed rolling your eyes. "How about taking me outside so I can see the sun for once?"

"DEAL!" You blinked and stared at him as he smiled brightly and nodded. "I needed to stretch my wings anyways! Do you know how hard it is to fly in a place that at any moment a whole house can appear in front of you? So this is a good idea for both of us!" 

"Wha-..." You shook your head before pointing at him. "Hang on. Really?!" He happily nodded. "No. Seriously. You're not just telling me that and then twisting my words later?"

"Nah! I'm getting bored just staying inside this place anyways. It's boring and I can't move around how I want. My back is starting to hurt from dragging my wings around and my feet hurt from walking around so much." He held up one of his feet and made grabbing motions to get his point across. "It'd be nice to get out again!"

You could..go out? As in outside OUTSIDE!? AS IN NOT INSIDE THE INFINITY CASTLE?! You eyes widened at the possibility of that. Purple eyes looked Urogi up and down cautiously. The last time you were out was with Enmu and he purposely didn't let you know a way out so you couldn't leave whenever you want. But...If Urogi could show you a way out and you could remember it..You could possibly have a way out! That could be an escape way for you and Rui! But it all depends on how you play your cards with Urogi. He could end up with the jack of cards for fooling around too much but if you messed up then you'd just be handing over a full house of aces into his awaiting talons. These demons were a LOT smarter than they looked. You learnt that the hard way from Douma. Urogi may be an arrogant demon that liked to play around but that didn't make him stupid. You had to approach this very carefully and cleverly.

With a calm sigh, you looked back to Urogi's hopeful grin and nodded. "Alright. I accept your apology and you've earnt a day with me." You then pointed at him sternly. "BUT there better NOT be anymore jokes like that! I don't like being scared and next time I might throw a punch instead of running away. I'd rather not hurt anyone if I can avoid it. Got it?"

He nodded eagerly. "DONE! Where do you wanna go outside?! Human settlement? Woods? Maybe the Coast-..Uh..Yeah. Maybe not anywhere near water. But I can definitely take you for a fun time!"

Well he seemed very energetic didn't he? "Anywhere would be fine. Although somewhere nice and bright would be a nice start."

"Woods it is then! There's so much to do there! Hunting, fishing, finding small crystals in caves- HEY! I KNOW THIS GIANT FIELD WITH LOTS OF FLOWERS AND STUFF!! YOU'D LOVE IT!! SOMETIMES THERE'S OTHERS THAT SELLS STUFF THERE!!"

"Why would someone set up shop in a random field I'm the middle of the woods?"

"Sometimes it's a hot spot for travelers or just used for giant meetings to sell useless stuff nobody wants! But you'll like it definitely! You wanna go now!?" He lit up brightly. "We can go now!" 

You nodded making a mental note to remember which way Urogi brought you outside for later. "Alright then. Now." You gestured to him. "Lead the way." 

He smiled and grabbed your arms pulling you after him Towards your door as his wings spread out and up enough to block the view of the door completely before he stopped. One of his clawed feet slid open the door and he proceeded to pull you out. Before completely dropping his wings.

You completely froze.....You blinked.

Lush green brush surrounded you both as the sounds of birds and wind and forest ambience hit your senses all at once. Tall trees swayed in the wind. Grass felt soft under your feet. REAL sunlight gleamed down everywhere and you stared... Before whipping around only to discover that the doorway and entire room was gone and replaced by BEAUTIFUL lush forest. You just stared before slowly looking at Urogi who only giggled at the sight.

"Ok. HOW did you do that ?!"

"Simple! I bugged Nakime to open a doorway for me once I entered your room! That way we could just go where we needed! I also made her promise to teleport us both back when it hit one in the afternoon! I also promised Sekido I'd spend time with Zoha today! Why not split the day in half?"

You opened your mouth...but closed it. Nakime. Of COURSE that's how Urogi did it. Akaza mentioned that she could teleport the Kizuki around. "...You did that for the sole purpose that I wouldn't know the way out.. Didn't you?"

Urogi's smile turned to a face of shock for a split second before smiling widely again. Can't tell her Muzan have strict orders to Keep an eye on her. "Haha!...Heh. It's a pretty day isn't it?"

"You're making it very obvious that it's a yes, and I'll be talking about it later with Ms. Rei." Urogi  felt his eyes get smaller in worry before you then looked around. You two were in the middle of the woods alright. You slowly breathed in the air holding your arms up to stretch. Everything smelt so...fresh. And it felt so..OPEN AND FREE. "Which way is the field?"

That way three miles by flying." He pointed to the left with a smile. "Let me carry you!" He reached out his sharp hands to you but paused when you immediately stepped away. 

"No thanks. I think you've flown me quite enough."

"What? But flyings the best part!," He insisted holding out his wings. "It'll take too much time just walking there and Nakime might teleport us back by then!'' He whined and gave you a puppy dog eyed look. 

You rolled your eyes. "I'd rather walk and get there without daring heights."

"Dare?" He blinked before suddenly gaining a thoughtful look. A hum escaped his throat and a talon tapped his chin as he smiled slyly smiled before looking at your deadpanned face. "Ok! Let's have a date! It'll be so much fun!"

"Pass."

"Just hear me out first! There's a single pine tree between here and the field one mile where I pointed." He then smirked at you pointing. "If you can run and get there before I can catch you then we'll walk the rest of the way there! If I catch you then you gotta lemme fly you there!"

"So you'll chase me down like a hawk chasing a mouse?" Your brow rose as you hummed at his excited look. "Alright. Deal. But if I win, then you have to wear a dress for the rest of the week!" 

"Oooh.~ Getting bold there, Dove,~" he cooed before nodding with a few chuckles. "Alright then. But just so you know I can totally pull that off!"

"Getting ahead of yourself there?"

"Nah. I meant the dress. My hips are better fitting for it than Sekido's." You blinked as he struck a pose with one hand behind his head and the other on his hip making a ridiculous kissy face. "I'd totally fill it out."

You stared at the ridiculous sight... before a smile forced itself onto your face. "Pfft. Hahaha!!" And a bout of laughter escaped your mouth.

Urogi paused in shock. He... actually wasn't expecting you to laugh. If anything he expected you to be annoyed or brush him off but no. You were smiling and laughing. It made him pause for a moment before smiling widely. 

"Yeah. Sure my wings might be a problem but you can't tell me that I wouldn't look good in it.~" He then placed both hands on his hips and sashayed a little bit aways from you.

You nearly doubled over in laughter now hugging your stomach and leaning over slightly. "Y-Y-Youre r-ridiculous!!" You spoke between rounds of laughter. This was a Kizuki demon? He was utterly ridiculous! "E-Enough! Enough! Hehehe. W-When d-did you wanna s-start?"

He smiled. Wings opening and leaning down pressing his feet in a position to launch himself. "I was thinking maybe about...NOW!!"

FWAP!!!

Two giant wings flapped down. A body launched himself right at you. All the wind left your body as something large hit you. Something strong wrapped around your body. And up you went. You SHRIEKED at the sight of the earth quickly being left behind you. A panic spoke went down your spine as branches snapped and broke from the force of Urogi's body barreling through them and leaves scattered down from the branches almost like a makeshift smoke trail. You logically did the most logical thing any calm, smart woman would do. You shrieked again, threw your arms around Urogi's neck, pulled up your legs in a curled up pose, and buried your face into his shoulder as the demon laughed.

"What's wrong?" Strong wing beats could be heard from each powerful flap his wings took. He looked amused by the sight as he held the trembling woman bridal style. "You showed no fear last time we did this."

"PUT. ME. DOWN!!" You shrieked over the wind and refusing to look up from him. He was oddly warm. "THIS IS CHEATING YOU ASSHOLE!! I WAS DISTRACTED!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!"

"I never stated when I would start! And being distracted was your own doing that you'd find me that funny." You didn't respond to him after that and he gently nudged you. "Hey. C'mon, Love bird.~ Don't give me the Silent treatment now. Just take a look at the view."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!! I HATE HEIGHTS!! WE'RE PROBABLY HUNDREDS OF FEET OFF THE GROUND BY NOW YOU FLYING CHICKEN!!" 

"Actually, we're just above the trees. That can't be more than two stories off the ground. Look. I can still touch the leaves if I perch." You didn't answer again but slowly opened up one purple eye. Your stomach did flips feeling the strong wind whipping about you making your hair blow all around you. "Trust me. You're not gonna fall...As long as you don't pierce my throat with your foot again. ... Unless you're into that.~" 

You snapped your head up in anger at him. "YOU BIRD BRAIN!! ARE YOU JUST A SECOND KARAKU?!" H smiled seeing your face. "I'm...gonna..." You stopped slowly eyes going wide.. before slowly looking down. And seeing branches and leaves so close you can touch it going by, and past it the ground fat away but much closer than you expected it to be. You slowly inhaled in and out before looking back at Urogi's smiling face. ".... You're DEAD when we land, Urogi "

He giggled and tilted his head. "I doubt that. But now that I have your attention." He nodded out to the air. "Just look at the view."

You didn't want to. You really didn't, but you did. And what you saw made your eyes widen. Purple eyes blinked against the wind until vision refocused and widened at what they saw. The world was going by in blurs. Green trees and land were essential smears as they sped through the air. The wind knocking again your skin so fast it combated the hot rays of the sun right in the big blue sky. It...reminded you a bit of the time Enmu took you on that train ride. You stared out for a moment at the admittedly pretty sight before relaxing a little and breathing a bit easier but you didn't loosen your grip even slightly on him.

"Sooo? Whatcha think?"

"I think I'm still going to kick your ass once we land. It's pretty." You narrowed your eyes at him in a way that made him gulp. "But you're still dead for pulling that stunt."

He chuckled nervously. "Ahehe. You're funny. Just wait til you actually see the place. It's a great spot for hunting rabbits."

Oh you doubted that. He still refused to let you down until you got near an opening in the tree tops and you yelped when he suddenly nose dived dove towards it. FWAP FWAP FWAP!! His wings beat against the wing making you jolt to a stop and he landed on his feet.

"Well here we are, Dove. Quiet and peaceful just like you asked."

You wriggled until he put you down and you have him a glare before looking around. It was a grassy field alright. It looked like a good five houses big and wide all around in a semi circle kinda shape smack dab surrounded by trees and other plants and there seemed to be a little pond of some kind. You looked around at the Peaceful field filled with wild flowers. It was pretty you had to admit. You only wished you brought a book to read while here.

"Well... I'll be honest and say you were right about it being beautiful. Now about that payback I owe you!" You frowned looking behind you..only to blink finding Urogi gone. "...Urogi?" 

Where did he go now? Oh he better not be playing another prank on you! You'd definitely slug him this time! But ..there wasn't any place for him to hide in the field. The grass was too small and he was too big! And you would've heard him if he ran or flew into the trees. Purple eyes looked around until you saw him. Oh. There he was! He was a little bit aways from you... pulling up...grass?? And... jumping?? You blinked and just stood there watching Urogi shuffle about one specific area jumping up and down, stomping in certain areas, and grabbing large handfuls and talonfulls of grasses and nearby small bushes and twisting his head this way and that before stomping again and placing the grass and bush parts and flowers down. 

"Hey, Urogi! What are you doing?!," You called out to him but he didn't respond. 

Just continued to do what he was already doing. It made you raise a brow totally lost and confused... Maybe he was digging? Or dropped something and was trying to find it? After a moment you slowly walked over but stopped a few yards away from him. And blinked at what you saw. It was an almost perfect circle of grass stomped down flat and around the edges of said circle of stomped down grass was a pile of bush branches, leaves, grasses, wild flowers, and whatever else Urogi grabbed. Wow...He was fast. He did all of this in such a short amount of time too. You blinked as he hopped out of the circle and you just....stared at the thing before you..What the heck was this? Was this some kind of weird symbol in demon language or something?

Coo.

Your attention was drawn back to the demon as he finally looked at you. But you could've SWORN that you heard a dove cooing. As soon as you look at him the demon puffed out his chest and his wings splayed out poofing out his feathers and looking proudly.

You just blankly stared at him .....And slowly blinked. "Are you good?"

...He blinked. "Huh?"

"I asked if you were ok?," You said slowly raising a brow and looking between him and the weird... circle thing. "Did those branches hit you too hard on the head when you took off or something? Or maybe you hurt yourself?"

He continued to stare at you. Then at the circle thing. Then back to your confused face- FWAP!  You blinked as a gust of wind hit you as his wings snapped shut and an extremely embarrassed smile strained on his face.

"Haha! Yeah! Totally fine! I was just...Um....C-Clearing a spot away for us to sit! Yeah!," He said quickly smiling at you.

"Um...Ok. That was very nice of you." Your brow rose but decided to drop the subject for now. "So you said this place had lots of rabbits?" You said changing the subject to make it less awkward.

Urogi rolled with it. "Yep! " he quickly relaxed turning himself away from.. from... whatever it was that he had built. "But it doesn't look like there's any today! If you wanna see animals the pond over there usually has fish and frogs and turtles and stuff."

You lit up. "Hey! That sounds great! If you can catch one I can cook it for us!"

THAT made his head snap around in interest immediately wide eyed and jaw smiling. "You can cook fish??"

You nodded. "Been doing it for years. Had to eat somehow. It'll be fun to be able to cook my own food again." You then gestured to where you stood. "You can get the fish and I'll make a small fire pit here. Ok?"

He instantly nodded giving you a thumbs up. "I can absolutely do that! Give me a few minutes and I'll drag you out the biggest fish in there!"

You nodded. "Alright then. I'll leave you to it."

With one last nod and FWAP of his wings, Urogi took off and  flew back toward said pond. Now then. Where could you find some rocks and branches? You ended up finding everything you needed by the edge of the field and in the trees. And you ended up making a small fire pit in the area Urogi flattened out. The flat grass would be a nice place to make a small fire. So the rocks were tightly packed together in a circle, branches were frown in the middle, and with a little elbow grease a small fire was started by you furiously rubbing two sticks together. Ok. Perfect! You heard a distant splash as the fire was first starting but paid it no mind just assuming Urogi was just catching a fish. Urogi did catch a fish. He did bring it back to you. However...He stopped seeing your form standing in the space he flattened out..And instincts he couldn't control bubbled up-

CHIRP!!

You jumped hearing such a loud sparrow like tweet behind you and snapped around only to see...Urogi...Hopping?? You blinked as Urogi again puffed out his just and poofed his feathers up before taking quick bird hops. Three hops to the left and then three hops back to the right. His head tilted in question at you similar to an owl-

CHIRP?

You blinked again as an honest to gods bird chirp left Urogi's throat but it sounded more...questioning before he made his feathers ruffle again and hopped twice backwards, twice back forwards, and cooed like a dove. You just ... stared at him.

"....Ok. Did you  seriously hit your head or is this some weird joke I just don't get?"

He blinked. Your words seeming to snap him out of... whatever state of mind he was in. And he blinked. "...What?"

You rose a brow and crossed your arms. "You literally just started tweeting like a bird.''

"I... N-No I wasn't!" He was quick to straighten up and clear his throat. "Here! I caught you that fish you wanted!" He then quickly thrusted a decent looking bass in one of his taloned hands. "Biggest one in the pond!"

Your pose and expression didn't change. "Ok. Yes you did. I'm not stupid and I clearly made those noises." He suddenly looked embarrassed straining that grin. "What's gotten into you? It's like you're acting like a-..." You slowly froze in realization.

Bird.

Urogi was acting EXACTLY like a bird. Making noises like a sparrow or dove. Hopping around like them too. Your eyes slowly looked down at the flattened circle of grass. This wasn't some kind of symbol. This was a NEST!! Urogi had built a nest! And he kept tweeting and hoping about like a bird would when they-

You slowly looked back to the now red faced demon. "Are you flirting with me...like a bird does?"

SQUAWK?!

An indignant turkey sound left his mouth as his feathers puffed out in shock. If possible his face got even more red. "NO!! I WAS JUST...M-M-MESSING AROUND WITH YOU!!"

"Your red face tells me otherwise." He sputtered as you slowly smiled amused. "Are you serious? Oh that is just too precious!~" Urogi gave a chicken choking sound as you quickly just grabbed his cheeks before he could react and laughed. "That is the cutest thing I've seen since Rui drew me a picture!~

"I-Im not cuuuuu- MMMMMMM!!! CHIRP!! "He quickly cut himself off and chirped again loudly when you brushed a hand over his cheek. Before slapping a taloned hand over his mouth in flustered horror.

You couldn't help but giggle again and continue to coo over his face. "OH MY GODS!! DO THAT AGAIN!! IT'S SO CUTE!!"

He tried to not to..he really did..but he somehow ended up sitting cross-legged holding you in his lap with his wings encasing you giving happy dove coos and thrums as he nuzzled his face into yours. You couldn't believe this. HOW CUTE WAS THIS?! A big bad Kizuki demon acting like a love struck dove. It made you almost forget about his earlier stunts. Almost. The fish was just stuck over the fire impaled by a large stick as you watched it. Until Urogi loosened up his grip to allow you to move and you took the chance to lean forward and turn the fish onto the other side. Nearly ready now- But you paused as you felt sharp talons take a piece of your hair and..Run down it. You blinked. It happened again and again. Urogi gently running a talon down a different part of your hair... before smiling.

"Cute." He froze. "Are you trying to preen me now?"

"...NO!" He squeaked out before pulling his talons away making you giggle. So cute. "B-Besides! If I was preening, WHICH I WASN'T, I -I-Id preen me since my wings have been so dam itchy lately!"

You turned back to him blinking. "Your wings itch? Why?"

He blinked.. before actually pouting and glaring at a wing. "I'm shedding some old feathers. But I can't exactly grip the loose ones with these." He held up his hands. "It's hard enough to write or even eat with them! You think I can even reach the teeny tiny ones in the back?"

"Well...what do you usually do when this happens?"

He shrugged. "Usually Aizetsu or Karaku helps me get them out of I shake them out eventually. Takes forever though. Luckily it doesn't affect my flying."

You blinked at him before looking at his wings. Huh...now that he mentioned it, they seemed kinda .. Clogged? As if there was feathers on top of feathers. And when you looked at where you both were sitting, you were surprised to see the many, many feathers strewn about. He was loosing a lot of feathers. Urogi blinked as you just got up without saying anything and walked behind him. His head followed raising a brow. 

"Hey, Dove. What are you dooooo- CHIRP!!!"

His face went a red, and his feathers rustled out as a single hand grabbed at his wings and pulled down through them. Immediately a plethora of feathers tumbled from the wing as Urogi froze...and then relaxed back as a relieved feeling started to replace the dull, annoying itch that plagued him for days now. You noticed that a LOT of feathers immediately fell from him as you just started to run your hands through his wing and he slowly stretched it out fully for you. A series of rapid fire happy little chick like chirps leaving his mouth. AW! CUTE!!  He must feel better. It couldn't be good for his health to just leave all these loose feathers in. You continued your actions of combing through his wing again and again until barely any feather really fell out and it didn't look as full of feathers. Then Urogi stretched out his other Wing with a look over his shoulder questioning. You obliged doing the same thing to the other wing until minutes later both wings looked the same and there was enough feathers on the ground to stuff a giant pillow with. Urogi stood up and stretched out his wings and arms.

"How do you feel?"

"ALOT BETTER ACTUALLY!!" He happily looked over his shoulder and flapped his wings lightly a few times. "They're not as heavy anymore so it's not as stressful on my back! And the dam itch is gone!"

"Anymore loose feathers?"

"Probably a few but it's not enough to bother me anymore! You really know how to treat a guy! Uh..." He sniffed the air before humming. "Is something burning?"

"MY FISH!" You were quick to run around Urogi and yank the fish on the stick...only to deflate seeing the charged black fish. "Oh no. It's burnt! It's inedible now."

"Burnt or not. Hand it over! I'm starving." You watched in disbelief as Urogi plucked it from your hands and without deboning it or anything opened his mouth and bit off half of it.

You blinked at him messily eating said fish.. before shaking your head. "I'll just take some dirt and put out the fire."

After you made sure the fire was put out, you both just sat around some more for a while before Urogi got bored, stood up, and stretched out his wings. "Hey! I bet I can take off a lot faster now than my wings are lighter! Wanna see?!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! Just watch!" He raised his wings rotating his shoulders as he did-

STRUM!!!

One moment you were sitting in a grassy field, the next you were in a polished wooden hall....What? FWAP- THUD!! Urogi launched himself up, only to ram head first into a thick wooden ceiling and tumble back to the ground in a heap.

"...Ow."

"UROGI!!" You were quick to crawl back over to the groaning demon and pulling him up into a sitting position. "Are you alright?!"

He shook his head before smiling. "Oh yeah! Nakime must've teleported us back already...I should really talk to her about timing though."

You helped him stand as he rubbed his head but otherwise he seemed perfectly fine. Until you both heard clapping and turned down the hall. And saw none other than Karaku snickering and clapping his hands. KARAKU?! WHERE'D HE COME FROM!?

"Nice landing, Bro. As graceful as a swan!"

"Hey! That hurt!"

"You laughed every time I was kicked!"

"Hmm....Touche."

"Anyways..." Karaku smiled at you. Uh oh. And walked down the hall until he was in front of you both and leaned against the wall. But... didn't look cocky?? In fact his smile seemed genuine happy. "Since my brothers had their turns...What time should I come court you tomorrow?~"

You stared at him. ".....Never."

He froze. Urogi froze and stared at you wide eyed. "...What?" Both asked in shock.

"You're not welcome around me after how you've acted."

"I..Wha-" he exchanged looks with his brother before looking back at you like he was slapped across the face. Stuttering at your deadpanned face as you crossed your arms. "Yo-Yo-You and Sa.." he stopped himself before saying the whole name.

"Sakura?" Karaku froze up again..and you softened your look and sighed. "Look. I don't know what Douma told you but I didn't fight Sakura for your hand. I fought Sakura because she insulted my friend and attacked her. I had no idea she was going to challenge me for you."

Urogi just looked shocked between the two of you as Karaku just...well his face went blank.

"Douma must've misunderstood my intentions but I might as well straighten it out here. However that's not my only reason for saying that. Karaku... You're not giving me the impression you're taking this seriously. You're acting impulsive and thoughtless with this courtship and pushing my boundaries even after both myself and Akaza warned you of the consequences of that. An example of that is when you tried to kiss me after you asked. I didn't say no but I didn't say yes either," you explained before pointing at his face, "You also provided no of fulfilling your promises to me before approaching me. Yes. You all did what I asked but you don't seem to take this seriously as I am taking it. While you might've apologized for everything and fulfilled what I asked you I can't do anything until you prove to me that you're actually serious. ...Until I see that, then I won't be courting you...Good day Karaku." You then turned to Urogi, reached up and then pecked the shocked harpy on the lips. "Thank you for the fun time, Urogi. I hope your dinner with your family goes well." 

You then patted his shoulder and turned to leave. Or you would've...If Karaku hadn't literally dropped to his knees, and hugged you around your legs. Looking up at you in a mix of panic, pleading, desperation and... longing.

"WAIT! P-PLEASE!! GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE!! I- ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU I PROMISE!!" His grip slightly tightened up on you. "I-I-ILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!! JUST PLEASE!!...PLEASE DON'T TAKE AWAY THAT CHANCE!!" He heaved.. looking up at you pleading almost as if..he was going to cry. "...Please...Please....I  LOVE YOU! I WANT YOU! I DONT WANT HER!!"

His voice echoed throughout the hallway as the two of you stood there staring at Karaku... Before Urogi kneeled down and grabbed his brothers shoulders in worry but Karaku didn't budge from your shocked body. 

"....What did she do to you?"

Karaku choked on his air blinking in shock..so his brother spoke. "She was going to give him a love potion."

You blanked for a moment. "WHAT!?" Before snapping over to Urogi.

He just grimly nodded. "Yeah...He walked in on her trying to make it. That's when he got out of there and the crazy bitch started being crazy."

Karaku stared between you two.. before sighing and letting you go letting his arms flop to his sides. "Yeah. Alright. I fucked up. Alright? I fucked up!" He glared at nothing. "But do I really gotta be punished for it! Gods! I know it was stupid to pursue her after Sekido said not to! I get it now! Ok!?"

He panted sitting there for a long, long silent moment as you both stared at him. In the cold, silent hallway... before you slowly turned and began walking down the hallway making both brothers blink.

"H-Hey! Where are you going?!"

"To beat her ass or commit murder. I'll decide when I get there!"

[dearweirdme]

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I love it when anons write dissertations on taekook blogs just to try and make their relationship seem "normal" and exactly like the other members.

Tae was constantly hanging out with jk in 2023. So it took them 3 years to properly mend their relationship after the soop talk?

So Jk and tae were growing apart and since tae wasn't living with them anymore and jk decided to address Tae's mood and their relationship infront of their fans. Instead of writing that festa message, he would've idk, texted him? Instead of addressing their growing distance infront of multiple cameras capturing every angle, they could've talked privately? It's is what people do IRL isn't it?

"If they intended to make taekook follow a script of “being awkward” like you claim, then why did they basically fill ITS with alot of taekook being soft and affectionate with each other" well according to you there's different kinds of closeness. Physical closeness doesn't mean mental closeness. So why are you even taking a note of them being affectionate and soft? If I have any kind of awkwardness b/w me and my friend, I would not feel as free with them as I normally would. I wouldn't be as affectionate and soft with the friend who I have underlying issues with.

Tae left his own room to go cuddle with jk in its. Not to wake him up, just to sleep with him. Jk sat between Tae's legs, for quite some time bcs there were multiple cuts. The instances you gave comparing this are sometimes done as a joke(re. Jin grabbing tae's crotch) or things done for a purpose (re the water wiping). As for that jk caressing jm's bare skin, I've not seen that clip, but even so, those are seconds of touches, those touches don't last for eternity. That's the difference.

"We have seen Tae kiss or sniff Jin and Jimin on their napes" you've seen tae kiss jimin and jin's napes have you? Bcs as far as I remember he's done that only to jk, twice. Maybe your jk shapeshifted into jm and jin?

"eaten food that has fallen out of each other’s mouths" as far as I remember, only jk has done that, with tae.

"what does Jk consoling a crying tae mean" everyone, including jk, was crying that night. Tae was turning towards joon but jk grabbed his head and put it on his shoulder. He did not console anyone else, jimin did. Jimin went to hobi, tae, jk. He is always hyper focused on tae in stressful/important events. We've seen multiple instances where jk goes completely still when tae starts speaking.

"Jk cares about Tae just the same way he cares about all his members" way to generalize their relationships. Be a little mature about this please. I know people love to say that they love each other equally, but realistically that's not possible. There are members who are closer to one than the other.

STOP WITH THE DIFFERENT CULTURES NARRATIVE ALREADY. God I am tired of jikookers and solos bringing up the different culture thing to try and cancel everything that has no other explanation. They live in sk, not saturn. There might be some cultural nuances that might play a part in some narratives but completely dismissing everything...that's just idiotic.

Tae said he wanted to be closer to members in seasons greetings. But he said he had gone on a trip with jk, in '21. Before the wooga trip that you so happily mentioned. You sound like one of those jikookers who used to try and make tae look like the odd one out bcs of wooga. But he is hanging out with jk and wooga together. His friends supported only jk's solo. Wooshik only followed jk and tae. Idc how many times you all try to spin the "they are all equally close" narrative, tae is closest to jk in BTS. No other member hangs out with Tae's friends. You picked up fringes to prove that tae hung out with every member in chap 2 when even jikookers(atleast the sensible ones)know that tae and jk were attached throughout chap 2. Taekookers have a literal calendar to prove that 😂. Solo era, when they weren't obligated to meet everyday, they chose to hangout with each other. Eg, the day tae came back to sk, he was already making plans to go to jk's to eat makguksu(which btw they can't stop talking about), and he flew for that Celine event the day after that.

Tae has said multiple times that he used to share his troubles with jk, that they used to cry together. This is during the time when he had moved out. But according to you tae moving out was one of the reasons they grew apart. Yoongi texted just those two, they were together even when they received his text, no other member knew about it. During the worst year of their lives, they chose each other. How immature are you to believe that two people who have always been so close, who've always been there for each other, who share such a deep bond, will grow apart bcs one of them stopped being fun?? Are you kidding me?!!

So, to answer your question, yes, we do listen to taekook. They are the only ones we listen to. Maybe you should start doing the same. Instead of trying to find receipts that somehow make tae the aloof member, try to focus on your ship, if you have one( I think you do, the one that starts with j and ends with 13 😉)

Hi anon!

To be fair, I don’t think that anon is a jkkr, they usually insert Jm somewhere, which this anon hasn’t done. And I understand that if you don’t pay extra attention to Tae and Jk.. you just believe what is given to you. You take what you think you know of Sk culture and think.. yeah, skinship is just a physical act, it doesn’t speak to their connection.. all of BTS are close. But there are just such big differences between the extent of that skinship and the context around those moments between Tae and Jk and them and other members. When you don’t care to look at the context and the specifics of those moments though.. yeah sure it might all look the same and it fits in whatever you’ve been told to think.

All of BTS are close. Their food and drink sharing is troubling to me 😂🙈. Most of them love an occasional hug, some of them have occasional very little physical boundaries. All of that is a sign of closeness. But Tae and Jk go the extra mile.

If Tae and Jk just had minor awkwardness in their friendship this wouldn’t have been a point of focus in ITS, if Tae and Jk had medium to mayor awkwardness between them we would’ve seen that in the way they interacted physically.

[letswritetogetherrr]

about me:

Hello! I have been RPing for roughly 14 years, and recently came back from a long hiatus. I'm looking for some OC RPs with other adults! I live in CST and can typically reply several times a day.

Some of my interests include maritime history, vampires, and new wave/goth music, and science fiction (star trek!) so if you want to explore any of these things in our RP, that'd be great!

I am trans, bigender and bisexual, and I write most of my characters as LGBT in some way. I'm 25 and use he/they/it pronouns.

about my RP:

In many aspects I like to meet my partner where they're at, so I am flexible on a lot of these things. I prefer to do multipara, well thought out replies that focus on quality over quantity. I won't go down to less than a couple paragraph typically, unless my partner does for rapid fire dialogue type scenarios. I can go up to a couple discord messages worth of writing, although I prefer to only go long if there's good substance to it!

I exclusively RP OCs, mostly fandomless, of many genders and sexualities. I tend to use written or drawn FCs, but will use IRL ones if that's my partners preference.

NSFW is okay, but I want to focus a lot on plot too! I have a lot of kinky characters, but we'll have to discuss limits privately.

I enjoy writing side characters!

what I'm looking for:

- Long-term partners who love to plot things out and get really invested in our characters together!

- Well-fleshed out worlds, characters, plots

- Straight forward and honest communication

- If you can't reply often please don't hesitate to reach out! That said I would LOVE to find someone who can reply several times a day, since most of the time I can :)

Word bubble of things I like:

Messy & toxic scenarios, vampires & werewolves, modern fantasy, enemies to lovers, found family, slice of life, wholesome fluff, organized crime, divorce, musicians & artists, morally corrupt characters, western, sci-fi, pirates, 70s & 80s, religious themes (Judaism!!!), road trips, working class characters, silly and unrealistic scenarios, polycule drama, gay shit!

Possible hooks/plots:

- Character A finds character B bleeding face down in the mud, kicks the body to check if they're dead. Turns out they're very much alive!

- Character A is a serial dater who loves telling ridiculous lies to first dates, assuming they'll never meet again. Turns out they were terribly charmed by Character B, but now they have to walk back all the lies they told.

- Character A recently moved into a new house, and is pretty sure it's haunted....It is! Character B is a ghost, stuck in the apartment, and glad to finally have some company.

- Character A is a vampire. Character B has always wanted to be one, and is trying to convince A to change them. The only problem is, A is a bad vampire, and doesn't know how to change them.

- Character A is a vampire. Character B is a human, with the most delicious blood A has ever tasted. Now B has a problem - A can't get enough of them.

- A is a line cook, B a waiter. One night it's just the two of them closing the restaurant together, when they come across a slight problem: The world outside the restaurant seems to have ceased to exist.

If any of this catches your eye feel free to reach out!