#bitedownplease

[xhxnne]

Coworkers? || starter for @bitedownplease

When Minhyun arrived at the clinic, his routine was always the same. Holding his morning coffee in one hand and his car keys in the other, he greeted everyone he passed on his way to his office. Moments later, his assistant followed, carrying his white coat and the day’s itinerary.

“We have the new doctor coming today, right?” he asked, settling into his chair and checking the calendar on his tablet. “Alright. We have a patient arriving soon, and the new doctor will be here afterward. Please ensure everything is ready for the patient and give the doctor a proper welcome when they arrive. I’ll go over everything with him and show him around once I’m done with my first consultation,” he instructed her.

As always, his assistant efficiently carried out his instructions. The first patient entered the office, and just as Minhyun was finishing up, she peeked inside, silently signaling that the new doctor had arrived.

[your-sweet-cookies]

(Misaki)

"Excuse me, is this seat available?" Ren asked gently, noticing the woman was deeply focused on her materials and hoping his sudden presence hadn't startled her.

The young woman was reading one of the textbooks when the other approached her, prompting Misaki to raise her eyes from the lines of text to look at him before giving a note. "Yes, it is. Let me clear it for you!" She then quickly took her bag and coat from the seat so he could sit down.

[anemia-rp]

Fuji kept silent for when the other repeated his words, compressing his lips lightly and gazed away. If someone could make him feel judged for his behaviour and even guilty then it was probably a doctor. When he had his ID and bag inspected by cops he was always really snotty, but doctors were another species. Usually and secretly he wanted them to have a good opinion of him. He didn't know himself why this was.

He listened, his fingers around the handle of his bag. Having to smirk in a wry way in the end. /The burn/. "I like some pain, yeah, I'm quite insensitive to spicy stuff though." He cleared his throat. "Thanks to vodka." He drunk it straight from the bottle, without grimacing. The doctor better shouldn't know about this. Not that he would start scolding him…this would have been very embarrassing.

He made a slightly baffled face for when the doctor ordered him in such a straight-forward way to his office but instantly stood on his feet and followed. Fixing his hair with his hand while he did. Not that it gotten in disorder from lying on the chair. It was a mere reflex to do so for him. He did it all the time. "Yessir", he mumbled to himself and could barely stop himself from saluting.

@bitedownplease

The soft chime of the doorbell echoed faintly as Ren stepped into his small clinic, the early morning sunlight spilling through the frosted glass windows. Behind the front desk, Mika looked up from her monitor, offering a quick smile in greeting.

The air still carried the lingering chill of dawn, the faint scent of disinfectant mingling with the comforting aroma of black coffee from the cup Ren balanced in his hand. He slipped off his coat, hanging it by the door, before rolling up his sleeves and shrugging into his white coat. Gloves and mask followed in one practiced motion.

“Morning, Doctor,” Mika said, her voice light but efficient. “Looks like you’ve only got a few appointments today. Here’s the record for your first patient.”

She handed him the clipboard without missing a beat, and Ren accepted it with a nod, his fingers already skimming over the file. A quiet moment passed as he took in the details, committing them to memory before the day officially began. Just a check-up, shouldn't be too bad.

Fuji didn't mind doctors or painful treatments usually. He just disliked the smell in doctor's offices and that's why he usually didn't go there as often as it was probably necessary. In the past he had treated broken fingers himself, for example, but his teeth were a different matter. They were his pride and joy because they were quite perfect - and his pointy canines were the icing on the cake. Of course most people thought they were artificial. But truth was they weren't…

When he stepped into the clinic punctually he for sure drew attention. He was tall, all dressed in black - and his aura had something majestic among itself. Some had compared him to one of the characters of his favorite movie, Jack Skellington, and he indeed had similarities with him. Although he had a feminine touch among himself, too, not only because of his long, black hair but because of his pretty face.

Stepping in front of the counter he friendly greeted the lady behind the counter. Sniffing lightly then though. "I had an appointment", he said. "It's my first time being here, I came here after a recommendation." Doctors who had experience with supernatural beings or even were supernatural themselves were definitely the most convenient. They wouldn't ask weird questions about extraordinary physics. "Guess I'll be in good hands here." He said when he stepped into the doctor's office. "Good morning."

[urara-ra]

“I had such an exhausting day today, having roughly 10 patients. What about you?”

"Patients? What do you do for a living? Are you a kind of doctor?" he wondered and tilted his head to the side. "My day was uneventful, which means I got to relax a little and practice my drumming skills. Ah, I'm a drummer, that's why. Would you like to get some food or a coffee to help you relax a little after your exhausting day?"

[fxrbidden]

— would I pass the inspection? are my teeth nice enough? @bitedownplease

[anneironheiress]

Amanda heard the male’s voice as soon as he stepped into the room, but her eyes remained glued to her phone screen. Science? Yeah, right. Before replying, she clicked her tongue in mild annoyance and finally lifted her gaze to meet him.

"Ren, you said? Nice to meet you, I guess… I’m checking something here, give me a minute, mh? There is my book tho" She gestured with a slight nod toward the college material sitting on the study desk. The subject was advanced, something expected from one of the most prestigious universities, but instead of showing any interest in starting the lesson, she simply returned to her phone.

Her attention briefly shifted to the maids, who were still standing nearby. "And you! Bring some snacks. I get hungry when I study" she ordered casually. It was nothing new for her, so the maids didn't even flinch at the request.

After sending a few more texts, Amanda finally turned her attention back to her tutor, though clearly still uninterested in getting started. "Ren, you don’t need to be so serious. My father already paid you, right? Just relax" she said dismissively, brushing off his first intention to begin the lesson.

Ren stepped into the study with measured steps, his expression unreadable, his posture straight. He had been in homes like this before—grand, expensive, and meticulously arranged to exude power.

His sharp gaze swept the room, briefly taking in the young woman lounging on the couch, more interested in her phone than his presence. Expected. He had dealt with students like her before—privileged, disinterested, and viewing his presence as an obligation rather than an opportunity.

“Miss Amanda,” he greeted evenly, voice calm but firm. “I am Ren, your new tutor. Your father has requested that I ensure your understanding of science meets a satisfactory level. We will begin immediately.”

He placed his bag on the nearby desk, retrieving a notebook and a pen in swift motion. He then shift his glance to her, silently expecting her to get off the phone and show him the class materials that she struggled with.

[your-sweet-cookies]

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[xhxnne]

🐹 You? Intimidating? Hell no. (Minhyun )

How Intimidating Am I?

“Damn, I must be losing my touch…” Minhyun said, raising his eyebrow slightly. “But maybe that makes it easier to take over the world.” He tilted his head to the side with a small smirk and chuckled. “I'm just kidding. I'm glad you think that.”

@bitedownplease

[your-sweet-cookies]

❝  i know you’re busy and i don’t want to bother you i just—  can i just sit here with you while you work?  ❞ Misaki

"You never bother me, Ren, and you will never bother me. I like spending time with you." The young woman smiles at him and scoots closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I couldn't go out with you these couple of days... One of my colleagues at the cafe called in sick for the week and I had to cover their shifts too." She explained, still feeling remorseful for being unable to see Ren for these couple days.

[your-sweet-cookies]

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[turbulcncx]

Killian sighed deep in his chest, though even that stung a little. Of course it was more than a chip, but he'd been hoping beyond hope that it would be as easy to fix as that. Maybe it would be. The rest he could hide with makeup.

There was another small moment of hesitation, eyes trailing over the other to determine just how professional he truly was and whether there was a risk of photos being leaked of him with a busted face… And then brought his hand up to unhook the mask from his ears.

"I just need it fixed, whatever it takes. Preferably as quickly as possible," And yet, despite the words, his own tone was polite. Quiet, even. Maybe even a hint of a plea there. And nervous, too. There was never a full guarantee of confidentiality, after all.

“If it’s a clean chip, it’s straightforward to fix.” The words came without softness, just pure professionalism. The same tone he used for every patient, whether they were a nervous teenager or a businessman late for a meeting.

He finally glanced up, eyes sharp behind his glasses as he gave Killian a real look this time. The mask covered most of the lower face, but Ren had been doing this long enough to see the clues around the edges of the mask.

“But, I need to see it first.” Ren said, with the kind of quiet authority that left no room for argument. A small gesture with his gloved hand, palm up, the universal signal to remove the mask. He didn’t press for speed, but there was no attempt at reassurance either. He waited, pen poised, already half certain this was going to be more than just a chip.

[urara-ra]

“Thanks for following me. I go by REN, pleasure meeting you.”

"I go by the name Urara! It is a pleasure to meet you, Ren-san! Are you having a good day?"

[fxrbidden]

—can the doctor see me now? @bitedownplease

[fxrbidden]

Innermost thoughts - Mimi about Ren @bitedownplease

Here I am. Laying on this old futon, fantasising about being tied up by my boss. God, why is it making me feel this hot and bothered?

[pillowxtalk]

Rika had a few days off before she was booked for another photoshoot for a fashion magazine. And she had decided to go visit the dentist for a simply checkup, because she wanted to make sure her teeth stayed healthy. A friend of hers had recommend a dentist to her after he last one had moved to another city.

The dancer arrived at the dentist's a few minutes ahead of her appointment and got inside. She greeted the woman at the reception with a smile before telling her why she had come. Rika wouldn't mind to have to wait for a few minutes before it was her turn. She had the whole day ahead of her and not really any plans for being done after this appointment.

Starter for Rika @pillowxtalk

Ren was never meant to be a dentist. Born into a noble pureblood demon family, his future was supposed to be filled with curses, blood pacts, and dark magic. But Ren had always been the odd one out — more fascinated by human habits than ancient spells. Against his family’s wishes, he left the demon realm, gave up his place in their twisted legacy, and traded it all for a dental chair in the human world.

Morning sunlight streamed through the clinic windows, catching bits of dust floating lazily in the air. The familiar mix of mint, disinfectant, and stale coffee lingered — oddly comforting, even to a demon like him.

“Morning, Doctor,” his receptionist, Mika, called from behind the front desk. Her bright pink hair was piled into a messy bun, and her oversized Stanley cup was already half-empty.

“Hope you’re ready. We’ve got a celebrity today — and a pretty one, too.”

Ren sighed, slipping on his white coat and mask in one smooth motion. “Mika, how many times do I have to remind you? We’re professionals. No comments about the patients. That’s supposed to be part of your basic training.”

Ren’s self-discipline was legendary — at least in this clinic. It was the reason so many assistants had quit over the years. But somehow, Mika was the only one who stuck around. She just grinned, already used to his lectures after working with him for decades.

She let out a small laugh, half-apologizing under her breath.

You seriously need a girlfriend, Doc.

Of course, Mika was smart enough to keep that comment to herself.

[urara-ra]

"So you'd give me more kisses if I asked for them, not because you want to give me kisses?" Urara let out a soft exhale but kept smiling. "Oh don't let my cuteness fool you. If I am in the right mood I can be quite the troublemaker." He giggled softly, even to himself the image of him misbehaving was amusing. "But I can perfectly imagine you behaving badly under the right circumstances as well."

💏  to  softly  kiss  my  muse's  forehead

Ren shifted his gaze to Ura, his focus unwavering. “Close your eyes for me. I have something for you.” Once he confirmed the boy had obeyed, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.