It’s the middle of the night, matsu and his wife are on the couch. She’s on his lap, grinding against him and making out with him. She’s starts kissing his neck and when Matsu moves his head to give her more access…..he’s sees his kid at the door, staring and says “Mommy, what are you doing to daddy??”
How does each Matsu daddy react????
LMAO OH NOOOOOO
Osomatsu definitely will leave his wife hanging. He either won’t say anything so that she has to awkwardly try to explain herself (the go to being that she and daddy were doing a “special hug”) OR he just looks at his wife with this smug, dumb grin and goes “Yeah, mommy, what are you doing?”
Karamatsu is so embarrassed right now, but he to gently set his wife aside so he can ask what’s wrong. He shifts from flustered (but interested) husband to concerned father right away so he busies himself with figuring out why his child is awake and how he can put them back to bed (and possibly finish what she started after~).
Choromatsu freezes. Just…does not move at all. His line of thought here is if he doesn’t move, his kid will think he was just seeing things. That and he cannot bear to look at his child right now while engaging in some sort of intimacy with his partner - it might actually kill him. His wife will have to take the lead here and put their child back to bed - because he will literally stay frozen until he knows his child is back in their room.
Ichimatsu will YEET his wife off of him in an attempt to hide whatever they were doing just prior. In a very nervous sweat he’ll run to his kid, asking them why they’re awake and if they’re okay. When he figures out the reason, he’ll do his fatherly duty and assist putting his child back to bed. He spends the rest of the night apologizing and icing his poor wife’s body because of he hard he threw her.
Jyushimatsu will just GET UP with her on him and take care of his now awake child. His gentle demeanor is very polar opposite to his terrified wife who was not expecting to be lifted off the ground. Their kid finds it funny though and forgets all about the question they just asked because of how ‘Mommy is clinging to Daddy like a koala’. Probably the least awkward way to handle things, even though his wife had to cling to him for dear life.
Todomatsu screams. And then his wife screams. They shove each other apart and try not to freak out over the very inappropriate display they just put on in front of their child. Eventually Todomatsu remembers how to be a parent and makes his go way his kid to tuck them back in. He and his wife opt to take things to their bedroom but not before he and his wine share a little bit of wine to ease the sheer heart attack they both almost had.
Summary: Cassian, a single father, tries online dating for a one night stand and gets more than he bargains for. Nesta, a former professional ballet dancer, opens her own studio in her new hometown of Velaris and finds that she knows one of her students’ fathers from a night of utter regret.
Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. NSFW.
A collab with @snelbz
A/N: Since Shelb became a mama and I started my teaching job, we hadn’t been able to write much. Now, we’re feeling good with where we are at and were able to pick up writing again not long ago - which we had missed soooo much. This is our first series since our little hiatus. I hope you all enjoy! We would love to know what you think. Chapters will be posted every Sunday and Wednesday. This is only a 10 part mini series!
Nesta felt ridiculous, but if nothing else she needed to get laid.
To say it had been a while was an understatement and she hadn’t had the time or energy since moving to Velaris to go out and find someone the old fashioned way. It used to be easier, she swore, in high school and college to come across a cute guy and hit it off. Now, as she neared her late twenties, dating became more and more difficult.
When Feyre had suggested a dating app, Nesta thought it had been an absurd suggestion. She hadn’t let her little sister know that she downloaded said app as soon as she got back to her little house on the outskirts of town. Now, two days later, she had been matched up with and was on her way to meet a man for dinner. He was an incredibly attractive mechanic whose hobbies included restoring old cars and playing the guitar. He was twenty-eight and had abs for days, judging by his profile pictures. He seemed nice enough in the few messages they had exchanged.
For safety, though, Nesta pulled out her phone and texted her other sister, Elain.
Going on a blind date. If I go missing, we were last seen at Monelli’s.
As she parked her car in the lot behind the restaurant, Nesta’s phone vibrated.
Feyre will be pleased.
With a roll of her eyes, she was hopping out of her car and walking to the front set of doors. Monelli’s was known for their incredible Italian food and gorgeous building - a historic two story place that had been refurbished to its former glory.
It was bustling with people but for a Friday night, Nesta was not surprised. It did make it more difficult to find her date, though. She hoped she hadn’t been catfished.
That would be mortifying.
After a deep breath, Nesta entered through the front doors and walked up to the hostess.
“Good evening,” she smiled. “How many?”
Nesta hesitated. “Actually, I’m waiting for someone. Has a tall man with long, brown hair and hazel eyes come in?”
The hostess nodded over toward the bar. “He’s waiting there. I told him it’ll be about fifteen minutes for a table to open up.”
“Thanks.”
After waiting for a server carrying a tray laden down with plates piled high in delicious pastas and breads and salads, Nesta crossed the threshold into the bar. She paused, glancing down at herself. She felt absolutely ridiculous, like everyone was staring at her, which she hated unless she was on stage, lost in the music. When she danced, she couldn’t care less who watched as the rhythm flowed through her, as the beat of the song matched the beat of her heart. But right now, as she was about to go on her first normal date since she’d broken up with her piece of shit ex?
Yeah, the eyes she could feel lingering on her as she stepped into the crowded bar made her self-conscious. She never would have worn the red dress on any other occasion, never wore anything as tight or with a slit up so high on her thigh that she had to be careful how quickly she walked, lest she become a different kind of dancer entirely.
Looking around the room, ignoring the few sets of eyes she felt settle on her, she finally spotted him.
He had his back to her as he reached for his glass of whiskey, neat.
He wore fitted navy slacks with a white button down, the sleeves rolled up to reveal dark ink displayed across his forearms. That long, thick hair of his was tied at the nape of his neck.
After a moment of watching, observing, she was sitting on the stool beside him. “Cassian?”
His eyes snapped to hers, then down her body before he met her gaze once more. Nesta held her chin up high, pretending that the inside of her body wasn’t going absolutely insane.
He was far more attractive in person, and his pictures were gorgeous, so that was certainly saying something.
“Nesta,” he said, his voice low.
He held out his hand.
Nesta took it.
He brought it to his lips, his eyes remaining locked on hers.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, and before she could reply, he asked, “Drink?”
“Please,” she said, as he waved the bartender over. Nesta ordered a safe glass of white wine.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, and Nesta cleared her throat.
“Oh, thank you,” she replied, and a moment passed before she even thought to tell him that he looked nice, too. Deciding that the moment had passed and it was too late to tell him as much, Nesta said, “I’m glad we got to meet on such short notice. I hated to rush our meeting but this next week was going to be a little hectic for me.”
Cassian shrugged a single shoulder as a glass of wine was set in front of Nesta. “I don’t mind. Tonight worked well.”
He was right, it was like they were meant to meet. She’d been planning to have dinner with her sisters, but both of them had made last minute plans that morning, Elain with Nuala and Cerridwen, Feyre with her fiancé. Which left Nesta with nothing to do on a Friday night.
Until she got a message from the gorgeous man she’d matched with on that ridiculous dating app the evening before.
He’d sent a cliché opening message. She’d harmlessly flirted for a minute, and when he’d asked if she had anything special planned for tonight, she asked him to dinner.
He hadn’t responded for an hour or so, but it was the middle of the day on a Friday. Most people were at their jobs, Nesta reminded herself. But when he did, he’d accepted her offer, asking her to meet him at Velaris’ most popular restaurant.
“Nazari, table for two?”
Cassian looked over his shoulder at the hostess and stood. “Looks like our table is ready.”
Nesta nodded and stood, taking the hand that was offered to her. His skin was rough but his grip was gentle. She couldn’t help but imagine for a split second what those hands would feel like on the rest of her body.
They followed the hostess to their table and Cassian pulled out her chair like the perfect gentleman. Once she was seated, he sat opposite of her and thanked the hostess for their menus before she scurried off.
After a sip of whiskey, he opened up his menu and began looking through it. Nesta did the same, although she already knew what she wanted. The shrimp scampi was to die for.
“Been here before?” Cassian asked, eyes still on the menu.
Nesta nodded. “A couple of times. You?”
“Long time ago,” he replied.
The conversation fell away so Nesta pretended to search her menu anyway.
Five minutes later, the server appeared and Nesta ordered her pasta. Cassian ordered a rare steak with a side of penne topped with Monelli’s famous, special sauce.
“You like meat?” Nesta asked.
Cassian raised a brow, as if the question itself was one of the strangest he had ever heard. “I do. So do you, it seems.”
“Not so much,” Nesta said, scrunching her nose. “Especially rare? It’s practically raw.”
“Shrimp is meat,” Cassian replied, one hand gripping his glass of whiskey.
“Not really,” Nesta said. “Shrimp is protein, but it’s far different from beef. Or chicken, for that matter.”
“So you don’t eat meat?” Cassian pushed. Then grumbled, “And judge those who do, it seems.”
“I’m not judging,” Nesta snapped, then calmed herself before continuing, “And no, I eat shellfish occasionally, and chicken, but that’s it.”
“Animal rights type of thing?” Cassian asked, sipping from his glass.
Nesta watched him for a moment then shook her head. “No, not really. I just think someone ripping into a rare steak is a bit barbaric, that’s all.” He raised his eyebrows, so she explained. “I just came off of a very strict diet that I’ve been on for a while. I’m still working normal things back into my everyday routine. So, like I said, chick and shellfish, and greens mostly.”
Cassian watched her for a moment with a stupid, subtle grin on his full lips. “You eat healthy. I like that.”
Nesta arched a brow and chose to sip from her wine glass instead of making a retort.
“I can tell,” he continued, and his eyes grazed her form-fitting dress. Nesta’s jaw locked and she swore that her cheeks reddened.
“I take care of my body,” Nesta said, at last. “You seem to do the same, even with your poor intake of raw meat.”
When he spoke next, his voice was so low that if Nesta hadn’t been following the way his lips slowly moved she would have been certain that she imagined it. “It’s crucial to stay in shape. Never know when all the clothes will be coming off.”
She lifted a brow.
He grinned as he drained his glass of whiskey.
The server brought a basket of bread but neither of them touched it.
“So, you’re a mechanic?” Nesta asked a moment later.
“Run my own shop,” Cassian said, as he motioned for another glass of whiskey. “And what do you do? Your profile didn’t say.”
“I’m a dancer,” Nesta said.
Something flashed in Cassian’s eyes but it disappeared as soon as it had come. “Yeah?”
Nesta nodded, and before she could stop herself, she said, “I tour with a ballet company.”
It was a lie, of course, but it hadn’t been a lie for long.
Cassian nodded but said nothing more as a newly filled glass of whiskey appeared.
Their food came a minute later and the conversation between them had died for the majority of it.
“I can barely enjoy my steak with you sneering at it like that,” he said, using his fork to mix the bowl of greens next to his plate. “I can feel it getting colder with each second that passes.”
She had just taken a bite, her mouth full of pasta and shrimp, so she rolled her eyes, continuing to chew until she could respond. His eyes lit up at the expression on her face, and she didn’t have a chance to reply before he said, “Though I’d bet that stare could heat a few things up, too.”
Nesta had just stabbed at her food when she asked, “You’re a shameless flirt, aren’t you?”
Cassian shrugged a shoulder as he covered the remainder of his steak with his greens and took a big bite. “I say what I think.”
“No, you dance around what you’re thinking,” Nesta said, deciding she was full and needing a to go box. “You think you’re clever with all these little innuendos you keep feeding me.”
“You don’t like my innuendos?” Cassian asked, brow raised, consuming his plate with a speed that would make others think he hadn’t eaten in days.
“I suppose I’m a little more blunt than most,” Nesta said, dabbing at her mouth before folding her napkin in her lap.
“I’m not sure you want me to be blunt about what’s on my mind,” Cassian said.
“Then allow me to be blunt,” Nesta said, and fiddled with the stem of her nearly-emptied wine glass. “This isn’t going great. We have absolutely nothing in common and trying to have a steady conversation with you is like pulling teeth.”
Cassian lifted an amused brow. “But you’re attracted to me.”
Nesta didn’t deny it right away. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you think every woman is attracted to you.”
“Every woman may not be, but you are,” Cassian said, setting down his fork. “I’ve been with enough women to recognize the looks you keep giving me.”
Been with enough women. Charming, Nesta thought, but she couldn’t admit that he was right. She had come on the date knowing full well that there was a good chance this would be a dud. It wouldn’t be a complete waste of time, though, if she got something out of it.
It had been so long since she had taken control of a man for the sake of pleasure.
“Maybe so,” Nesta agreed, lifting her chin. “I won’t deny that you’re attractive, even though your communication skills could use a tremendous amount of work.”
Although meant as a jab, Cassian’s head fell back as he laughed. When he met her eyes again, the gleam in them had Nesta’s toes curling. “Lucky for you I know of something we can do that requires no conversation at all…and I’m far better at it than I am trying to string together some words to impress a haughty dancer that I thought was hot on some outdated hookup app.”
Nesta should feel offended, should slap him across the face for being rude as shit, but her heart had begun to race. Is this what got her going after almost a year of no sex? Some conceited asshole that thought he was all that and then some? Some hot conceited asshole, she corrected herself. Yeah, he was full of it, but Nesta had no doubt that he was a god in bed. And if he wasn’t? At least Nesta got a break from trying to get herself off and let somebody else at it for a night.
“So what is it you propose?” Nesta asked, running her fingers through her long, loose curls.
Cassian tracked the movement.
For a moment, Nesta thought he would push everything off the table between them and ravage her right there on the tabletop.
For a moment, Nesta wanted him to.
“I live two blocks down,” he said, his tone sending shivers down her spine. “One night, no strings attached. You look like you need to be taken care of.”
She was quiet still, eyes on him, assessing him and whether he meant what he said. She never wanted to see him again, his conceited, cocky demeanor had cemented that, but his body…
She could see the strong bands of muscle on his forearms beneath his rolled-up shirt sleeve. Knew every other part of him would be just as solid, just as muscled, and it had been a hell of a long time since she ogled someone as much as she had when she saw his dating profile.
Hell, she was so sex starved she’d even gotten off to his pictures the night before when she found him, before he’d matched with her. But she would never tell him that.
“You can leave as soon as we’re done or stay as long as you like,” he said, voice dropping low as he leaned closer to the table. “I’ve got my place to myself, a king-sized bed, and about a thousand things I want to do to you.”
Nesta sucked in her bottom lip, then drained what was left of her wine glass before saying, “Call for the check.”
With a grin, he did so. The server brought the bill and after one quick glance at it, Cassian dropped a stack of bills into the portfolio and rose to his feet. He held out his hand.
“I can pay for my own meal,” Nesta said, taking his hand and standing.
“Good date or not, I pay,” Cassian murmured in her ear, and began leading her toward the exit.
That stupid little grin remained.
It made Nesta’s knees weak.
The air had grown cool as the sun had fully faded and the moon was in its rightful place for the night. Having only lived two blocks away, Nesta had assumed he had walked, but he led her to a black truck and unlocked it, pulling open the passenger side door. He helped Nesta up inside the cab before rounding the truck and getting behind the wheel.
It was surprisingly clean, not a speck of dust to be found. It looked fairly new and smelled like leather.
They kept quiet as he pulled out of the lot and headed west, away from town. Two and a half blocks later, he pulled into the parking garage for a large brick building and stopped in a spot near a door.
Without a word being spoken, the two of them entered through that door and up a set of rickety, metal steps before going through a second door and into the halls of his apartment building.
With every step, Nesta’s heart beat a little bit faster.
A throbbing had formed between her thighs.
Cassian stopped at the elevator and pressed the call button. They waited in silence until the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nesta entered first. Cassian followed.
He pressed the button for the sixth floor and the doors shut them inside. Once they were alone in that small, compact room, Nesta turned to look at him, to say something, anything to break the silence, but Cassian was already taking a step toward her as they began moving.
He took her slim waist into his hands and pulled her toward him.
Nesta gasped, her arm instantly finding their way around the back of his neck, the other grabbing his shirt. He took his time leaning into her, but when her fingers brushed his warm skin just above his shirt collar, he snapped.
His mouth found hers, hungrily, and Nesta quickly responded.
He tasted like whiskey - not Nesta’s first choice of drink but it certainly suited him. When his tongue brushed along hers, Nesta’s body made full contact with his, and then her skirt was being drawn up and Cassian was lifting her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist and the elevator stopped, the double doors opening, once again.
Their lips never broke as Cassian carried her into the hall. He’d only taken a few steps before he stopped, fiddled with his key, and pushed open a door. Once they were inside and the front door shut, Nesta finally broke away from Cassian’s lips and, breathing heavily, asked, “Bathroom?”
Cassian blinked, his eyes glazed over from lust. It took him a moment to realize what she was asking. “Oh, uh, yeah. Down the hall, on the left.” A beat passed before he set her down and Nesta scurried down the hallway.
Clicking the door shut behind her, Nesta quickly smoothed out her hair and touched up her makeup, knowing full well they were about to be a disaster, but appearances were very important to her. After popping a mint, she unlocked the door behind her and began to walk down the hall.
A cracked door caught her eye and, although she knew she shouldn’t, she gently pushed the door open.
Pink. It was an explosion of pink and sparkles and…dinosaurs. The last items didn’t quite fit with the rest of the decor, but there was even a stuffed, pink dinosaur placed lovingly atop the pillows of the twin sized bed.
Realizing asking about the room would only make their hookup a fuck-ton more complicated, Nesta pulled the door shut again and headed for the entry where she’d left him.
Setting her purse on the counter, she found him standing in the middle of the living room, gazing out the window, a glass of something Nesta would have bet her life on was whiskey dangling from his fingers.
Nesta walked up behind him and said, “Quite a view you have.”
“It’s why I got the place,” he muttered, and slowly turned to face her. His eyes flashed when they connected with hers, but her eyes soon trailed down to his shirt, where he had undone half the buttons, revealing his strong, inked chest.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, voice low as Nesta closed the distance between them and placed her palm gingerly against his chest. His heart was beating wildly.
She shook her head and pulled her hair back, off of her shoulders. She slid the strap of her dress down and then the other. Cassian watched silently, intently as he raised his glass to his lips and took a drink.
She liked the way he was watching her, thrived on the fire, the lust, the need in his eyes.
Especially when she slipped her dress down further, revealing her breasts to him.
She could still feel his lips on hers, the taste of the whiskey still dancing around the edge of her senses. His eyes, which she’d noticed after far too much time looking at his pictures were usually a sparkling hazel, were nearly wholly black, and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.
Slowly, teasingly, he reached up and brushed a callused finger over her nipple. The throb in her core pulsed and she sucked in a breath through her teeth as his finger circled one nipple and then the other.
He was teasing her, playing with her, and usually, Nesta was on board with the game. But tonight, she wasn’t in the mood.
Before he could react, before he could grab her and take control, her fingers knitted into his hair, just beneath that nub of a ponytail, and she crashed her lips against his once more.
Her dress was off and tossed aside like an old, filthy rag in a matter of seconds before Cassian carried her through his apartment and to his bed where he laid her down.
At the foot of his bed, Cassian stripped down and climbed on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight before fucking her senseless well into the night.
I needed some fluff after my last post.
So let’s start off the year with my Bae, Reiner’s, Daddy au!
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Warning: Fluff, Modern au, Mentions of pregnancy
Enjoy ~
This man would live to have a family, even if that just consisted of you and him and possibly a pet
But when you told him you were pregnant he almost imploded but he settled for falling to his knees and kissing your belly instead
“Are you really? Are you okay?”
“I will do anything for you two!”
He is happy and in shock but he mostly worries about you, especially if it wasn’t planned
Somehow he managed to look at you with even more love and adoration
Just a look that says ‘I love you more than words can explain’
Never would dream of missing one of your appointment, always makes time in his schedule for them
His heart almost stopped when he heard their heartbeat cuz that just made it so much more real
He shed a few tears and kissed you when he saw the first ultrasound
Lots and lots of belly kisses and rubs
Is ALWAYS talking to them
“Can you give me another little kick?”
“I love you so much.”
“You better be good to Mommy while I’m at work.”
Kinda became a hoverer, just constantly making sure you don’t get hurt or over exert yourself
“Rei, I’m pregnant, not crippeled. I can walk up the stairs by myself.” “I know, I’m just making sure.”
“Reiner my love, I will tell you when I need help.”
Speaking of help he was very good at making up the nursery - mainly building a lifting things and moving them where you wanted
He did however help make choices when you asked like the paint color
Loves rubbing lotion on your belly each night
Honestly your constant growing belly fascinates him
He still finds it hard to believe that you are carrying a part of him and he is sure to always praise you
“Each day I see your belly growing more and more, you never cease to amaze me.”
“You are truly a Goddess walking on earth.”
“You make this look so effortless.”
He also talks to your belly while you’re asleep for more ‘one on one time’ with his kid
“I love you and your mother more than anything in this world.”
Now in a turn of events, Reiner never expected how much more attracted he’d be with you carrying his child
Like something about it pulled at that primal protective part of him, so it’s safe to say he can’t keep his hands off you
“You’re so beautiful.”
During the pregnancy he was all over you, making sure you had everything and weren’t uncomfortable, and you’d be silly to think the day you went to the hospital would be any different
Knowing how worried he has been the last month, always checking in just in case you were feeling anything
You waited till the contractions were getting consistent making you know that it was go time
Bag in hand you walk out of your room and try to bring it up casually but it didn’t work
He just looked at you wide eyed from the couch for a minute
Honestly he was pretty quiet as he took your bag and helped you into the car but you know that wasn’t confidence, it was more so trying not to lose his cool
He felt horrible that all he could do was sit in a chair and watch you pace in the room as you work through contractions
He hated seeing you in pain and wanted nothing more than to take it away from you but he just helped you in the ways he could
You just keep giving him reasons to admire you, he is in awe at how well you are working through this
“You are so strong, my love. You’re doing amazingly.”
“I’m here for you two.”
When it came to push time he put on his game face
This moment wasn’t about him it was about you and your baby
Holding your leg as the doctor had instructed he continued his praise and motivations
“Just like that, my Goddess.”
“They are so close. I can see their head and it’s gorgeous.”
When he heard their loud wail into the room Reiner honestly thought he could die but he should’ve reserved that feeling for when he first saw his child
It’s a Boy!
The scene of you holding your new son, sweaty and tired, is a memory he will ingrain in his head forever
“He is more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined.”
“Did I really have a part in making this perfect thing? Cause I think he is all you.”
After Reiner helped wash you up for bed and kissed you more time than you can count he let you rest
Once you were sound asleep he nervously went over to his son’s cot
A nurse comes in at that moment and offers to help him hold him, he wanted to decline in fear of hurting him but she insisted
Propped up in a chair the nurse finally leaves the room, you sleeping and him cradling his child
“I hope you like me. I never had a good role model for this.”
“I promise to always be there for you.”
I hope you enjoyed that!
If you want more or have any other requests let me know!
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‘Sometimes, all anyone needs is someone to come home to, a place to wind down where they can forget about their day. A soft touch, a stern hand, or an ear to listen. Perhaps all they need is for someone to take the reins on their life to free them from the shackles of responsibility.
Here at The Playhouse, our professional, dedicated and discreet Daddies will give you everything you need to forget your troubles, and you’ll leave your session feeling like a new person.
Simply fill out a Today’s Troubles form at the front desk then let your Daddy do the rest.
For new members, we ask that you fill out an additional compatibility form when you sign up so that we may match you with the most suitable Daddy for your needs.
From all of us here, we welcome you to The Playhouse and hope you have a pleasant stay.’
thought up a depressing au the other night, tried to tweak it to be less depressing, ended up here.
Garou, trying to find inner peace off in the middle of nowhere, befriends a few monsters and ends up hooking up with a lizard woman a few times (the monsterfucker outweighs the gay). One day she comes and says she needs to tell him something, but before she gets to the point some more martial artists come to the place Garou has been staying. They split up to hide, but the lizard woman goes back and attacks the humans to try and drive them off. She’s killed.
Afterward, Garou goes to her den to find a memento or maybe something from her past life so he can let her parents know. And finds an egg. Realizing that was what she wanted to tell him, Garou does his best to take care of the egg for a while. Until he panics thinking about how he’s got nothing to take care of a baby once it hatches, and heads into the city.
That’s where he meets Mumen Rider, and Garou’s so stressed that he spills his whole story at the first gesture of kindness. Of course Mumen agrees to help. They gather up some standard baby stuff, with Mumen telling people at the store that he’s a first-time dad because it’s easier than explaining the truth. Soon he gets in the habit of saying it.
When the egg hatches the baby is bigger than a newborn (thankfully) and appears at first to be entirely human (double thankfully). Sure his fingernails are a little sharper than is probably normal... and once he starts getting teeth they’re awfully pointy... But both his parents were human at one time. And the opm world has enough weird stuff that it’s not anything that’ll stop him from going to school with other kids.
Garou names him Gau (it’s the Japanese sound effect for roaring). I haven’t worked out the shipping parts yet! Although the fact that Mumen starts thinking of himself as Gau’s co-dad very early will play into it.
