#he ate everything and got a stomach ache later on but opted to whine at home instead

[silentgravesdontexist]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡!

"Its burnt."

"And whose fault would that be?"

"Not mine."

"...you love me, right?"

"Not enough to risk a trip to the hospital, princess."

[hivesfics]

pierce through me, eren x reader

Cross posted to ao3 under “dickshapedclouds”

Warnings: semi public, strangers, nipple piercings, oral fem and male receiving, photo taking, eren is very cocky

You couldn't believe you let Sasha talk you into this. A drunken conversation about wanting a new piercing turned into her demanding you get your nipples pierced. You knew it was because she liked living vicariously through you and she secretly wanted nipple piercings, but was too scared to get them.

"So you're going today right? Right? Can I come with?"

"Fucking hell, Sash. Yes I'm going today, no you cannot come with me." You groan, exasperated.

"Oh c'mon, I've seen your tits plenty of times." Sasha grins, grabbing the aforementioned part of your body and squeezing before releasing.

You swat playfully at her and roll your eyes, pushing her aside.

"I don't care, I'd rather you not see me cry when I get a needle shoved through my nipples."

"You've literally gotten snot in my hair from crying once." She groans, throwing her head back and stomping like a child.

"If I get you donuts after my appointment will you shut up?"

"I- yes."

"Thank god. I've got to go or else I'll be late. You can see them after I get home."

"Deal." Sasha grins, slapping you on the back as you exit your shared apartment.

It doesn't take but 10 minutes to arrive at the joint tattoo and piercing studio. You can't help the nervous, but giddy feeling inside of you.

This wasn't your first piercing, you had multiple. But with each new one you couldn't help being excited.

"Back again, get a life." Jean, the secretary, teases.

"Shut your mouth, is Levi still in?"

"Nah, but we've got a new piercer here. Let me get him."

He stands from the front desk and makes his way to the back. There's some shouting and a few moments later Jean returns with a male.

Hes covered in piercings and tattoos, brunette hair pulled into a messy bun. You can't help but flush at the fact that someone so attractive will be seeing and touching your breasts.

Even if it was in a professional manner.

"This is Eren, he's a little asshole." Jean rolls his eyes.

"Shove it up your ass, horseface. Nipple appointment, right?" Eren insults Jean before turning to you.

"Uh- y-yeah."

"Awesome, let's go back and I'll get everything sterilized and set up."

The giddy feeling has now dipped more into anxious territory. You follow Eren to the back, taking a seat on the piercing chair.

"If you wanna go ahead and take your shirt off you can, or you can wait until everything is sterilized since it's a little chilly back here."

You sit in comfortable silence until he asks you again to remove your shirt after he's gloved up and has everything prepared.

You do so obediently, folding it and setting it aside. Breasts now standing proud, nipples pebbling from the cool air.

"After I mark you can lay down, alright?"

"Alright."

Its so odd to have someone you're not fucking so close up and personal with your chest. You can feel his warm breath against your skin and it causes goosebumps to rise on your body.

"That look good?"

"Yeah, looks great." You smile and lay back.

"Great." He takes the set of forceps and as gently as possible clamps them onto your left nipple.

"You'll feel a pinch, I want you to breathe in nice and deep for me." Eren says as he prepares to push the needle through.

As soon as you breathe in, he pushes it through.

"Oh, fuck!" You hiss, clenching your jaw.

"Sorry." Eren laughs, moving quickly to your right breast.

Although your nipple is hard, he flicks it. Sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. His eyes flitting to yours before pressing the clamp around it.

"Again, deep breath in, sweetheart."

And God does that send an ache between your legs. You inhale, filling your lungs completely.

Expecting the pain, it doesn't hurt as much as the first. But you still hiss, jaw clenched tight.

"Good girl." He says at your breathing.

Eren takes note, cleaning you up quickly before taking his gloves off. He massages the joints of your jaw, making your mouth drop open slightly.

"You did so good." He smiles, tongue flitting over his lips.

You see the glint of a tongue piercing and wonder how it'd feel against your skin.

"You've got the prettiest tits I've seen." He says lowly, placing his thumb underneath and forefinger on either side of your breasts.

"If you weren't so fucking hot you'd have a bloody nose." You breathe, a moment of bravery, you grip his jaw and pull him down for a kiss.

"God I wanna put my mouth on them." Eren groans, showing restraint as to not hinder the healing process.

"Suppose I'll have to see you again when they're all healed." You grin, hand gripping his hair as you press your lips to his again.

He clambers into the piercing chair with you, knee between your legs. His hands gripping your waist.

"Can I eat you out? Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely." You coo, reaching between where he's pressed against you to unbutton your pants.

"Lay back, sweetheart."

Eren shimmies down, his feet hanging off the edge of the long seat. He grabs the waist of your pants and tugs them down with your panties.

"Oh fuck." He groans, taking in the princess Diana piercing that goes through the hood of your clit.

"Pretty isn't it?" You grin.

"Levi do this? That bastard got to see this gorgeous fuckin' cunt?"

"Jealous?"

Eren glares up at you before diving in, tongue dipping into your hole. Nose nudging at your sensitive clit.

You gasp, tangling your hands in his hair again, pulling him closer to your cunt.

He groans against you, vibrations sending a jolt up your spine. Heat filling your body.

Afraid to get his piercing caught on yours, he avoids touching his tongue to your clit. Instead opting to nose at it, and rub his thumb over it.

"Feel s'good!" You moan, rocking down against his face.

You could feel him smirk against you at your desperation. You grip his hair tighter, basically riding his face with how you cant your hips up.

He's licking at you like a man starved, eyes focused on your face as he feasts. He dips both thumbs into your cunt, spreading it open, pushing back against your hands so he can spit.

"Such a desperate thing." He coos teasingly, face soaked.

"If you don't get your mouth back on me I swea I'll- ah! Hhmf! Fuck!" You hiccup, head thrown back as he fucks you with his tongue.

One hand still tangled in his hair, the other pressed to your mouth. Your teeth biting into your knuckles to muffle your sounds.

You feel that familiar knot in your stomach, heat pooling heavily.

"Im- fuck- I'm cumming- gonna cum!" You moan, thighs squeezing tight around his head as you ride out your high.

Hips jerking as you ride his face.

Eren pulls away with a filthy grin, licking his lips before wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"Let me return the favor." You pant, releasing your hold on him.

You make quick work of pulling his pants down, and pulling his cock out of his boxers.

"Fuck- you're pierced here too?" You gasp, licking over your lips as you trail your fingers over the three piercings down the shaft.

"Pretty, huh?" He takes your words, smirking down at you.

"Bastard." You quip, licking a hot stripe from the base to the crown.

Tongue dipping into the slit, tasting the pre that has beaded there. It causes Eren to moan and you can't help but clench your thighs at the gorgeous sound.

You love when men moan for you, you love drawing out the pretty sounds they make. And Eren is no exception, his moans get high and breathy.

You kiss the barbell of the piercings before taking the length of his cock into your throat in one go. Eyes trained on his face like his were on yours.

"Holy fuck- that's so good-" he rasps, fisting a hand into your hair.

Not to push and pull your head, but simply to ground himself.

"Where's the cocky bastard who just ate me out, hm?" You say once your mouth is free of him.

He glares at you, gripping the side of your jaw to make your mouth open before feeding his cock into your mouth.

"Such a damn brat, this what you want?" He groans as he uses your throat.

You can feel the piercings drag against your throat, in deep and then back to your tongue. Your cunt weeps with arousal in response to how he uses you.

"Gonna use that cunt next, cum all over that pretty clit. You're gonna be mine- my little cum dump." He groans.

You whine around his cock, looking up at him with watery eyes. It nearly makes him blow his load, dick twitching in your throat.

He holds himself there, grinning at the way your throat contracts around him, how you gag.

"Mm that's right, choke on me. Good girl." He pulls out of your mouth, giving you a moment to breathe.

A mixture of spit and precum connecting your lips to the length of him. You pant heavily, tongue lolled out of your mouth.

Eren shoves himself back down your throat, holding the sides of your head as he thrusts his hips. Tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat with each thrust.

"So fuckin' pretty." He groans, pulling out to jerk himself off over your face.

You keep your tongue out, eyes trained on his. Waiting patiently for him to cum over your face.

His hand grips your hair, tilting your head as he spills over your face and tongue.

"Fuck. Fuck- can I take your picture?"

You nod, making sure none of his cum drips from your face to your breasts. He's quick to grab his phone and open the camera, snapping a few photos.

"Now lay back and let me fuck that pussy."

You grin and settle back, spreading your legs for him.

"Good girl."

[iamdeku]

Peace: Prohero!Bakugou x Reader

This one is basically the same as Positions, except it’s Bakugou x reader. Just another very soft domestic fic. As always, all characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise.

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity. Mentions of kids/pregnancy.

You kicked off your heels the moment you walked in the door, feet aching. A rush of dead air thumped out of you as your back hit the doorframe, the impact ricocheting through your chest. You were too tired to care about that though, too tired to stand properly or do anything but crawl over towards the couch.

You were working as a secretary for Endeavor right now, and you hated it. He was the most unpleasant man to work with, and some days you came home feeling like crying. Today wasn’t one of those days, but it could become one at any moment. You lugged your sore bones over to the couch, throwing yourself over the armrest and coming to rest only halfway onto the couch.

It was there that Katsuki found you 5 minutes later after getting back from patrol.

He had a good night tonight, The streets hadn’t been too busy, and he had crushed every nasty villain that had dared to show their face. All day he had been looking forward to coming home to you, so much so that he had already packed a change of clothes, ready to cuddle in dark gray sweats and a black tank top.

He stopped dead after walking through the door of your apartment though, frowning. He could see your legs dangling over the arm of the couch, and, walking closer, he got a better view of you. It was just as he had expected. They had overworked you again, and now you looked exhausted.

You turned your face up when you heard him open the door, but you couldn’t be bothered to greet him like you normally would. Everything hurt from all the running around you had done today. You weren’t sure how Katsuki worked so hard every day and still kept going, though it might have something to do with the fact that his workout regime was considerably more difficult than yours.

“Hi baby,” you muttered, seeing his face over the edge of the couch.

“Those bastards are still working you too hard, aren’t they?”

Katsuki never beat around the bush. It was part of what you liked about him. You always knew when something was bothering him. You never had to wonder or get self-critical. If he didn’t like something, he would just say it.

“It’s okay. It’s not so bad.”

“I keep telling you, you should just quit. I make more than enough money for the both of us.” He huffed, sitting down beside you on the couch.

His clothes nearly blended into the black material as he tugged you into his lap, settling his chin on your shoulder. You breathed a sigh of relief at his touch, leaning back into him and letting the weight of the day slide off your shoulders. Katsuki’s warm, dependable strength at your back eased your stress.

“Just a little bit longer. I’ll find something better soon, and then I’ll quit.”

You could practically hear Katsuki rolling his eyes.

“Gonna make me start a hero agency just to get you a better job.”

“Pretty sure there are some kind of rules against your girlfriend working for you. Feels like a potential ethical vulnerability, especially for such a high visibility hero. They’d never get off your back about it.” You stretched out against him, toes curling. “I’ll just go work for Izuku when he starts his agency.”

Instantly, Katsuki was up in arms. “Stupid Deku? You’d rather work for him than me?”

You laughed softly, turning to face him better and cup his cheek in your hand. “No baby, of course not. We’ll work something out. It’s a while off anyway, and I can promise you I won’t be working for Endeavor by that time. “

“Better not be. I’m about to show up on his doorstep just to yell at him.”

You smiled indulgently. “You’re so overprotective.”

You felt him soften, even as his arms brought you in tighter, nose pressing into your hair. “Only for you. My best girl.”

You hummed softly as he started pressing kisses into your hair, moving down to your temple and slowly working his way across the expanse of your face. You caught your breath as his lips ghosted over your eyelids, tracing the bridge of your nose. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, eyes unfocused and dazed.

You had nothing to say to that, mouth hanging half open as you stared at him in awe. As much as it was normal for Katsuki to get like this with you, it never failed to surprise you, perhaps because of the contrast of how he was with everybody else. While he so obviously adored you, he could be a little rough around the edges with his friends and family, so when he got sensitive like this it always left you speechless.

“You missed a spot,” you whispered, leaning in and waiting for him to close the gap.

His kiss was slow and languid, taking his time with you as he laced his fingers through your hair. His thumb brushed up your waist, skimming the bare skin under the hem of your shirt and melting you. You turned to putty under his touch, collapsing into him as you breathed him in with a lazy hint of urgency.

He pulled away from you slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips before you snapped it.

“Have you eaten yet today?” he asked, voice low, the rumble of his chest echoing in yours.

“I had a lunch break, yeah,” you said, ready to go back to kissing him.

“Come on baby, you know you need more than that,” he said, scooping you up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck with a yelp, holding on for dear life.

“Katsuki, what are you doing?” you whined.

“I’m taking you to the kitchen,” he said. “You need to eat dinner.”

“I’m too tired for dinner,” you groaned.

He scoffed. “You weren’t too tired to make out with me, brat.”

It only took him a few long strides to get to your small kitchen, opting to set you down on the counter instead of one of your perfectly good chairs. You didn’t mind though, since it gave you a better vantage point to watch him work. You loved watching Katsuki cook, and you especially loved when he cooked for you, as you knew it was his way of showing affection, amongst...other activities.

“What are you making?” you asked, leaning your head back against the cabinet.

“Your favorite,” he grunted, putting the ingredients together.

“Mmmm, yummy,” you said.

“Of course you think it’s yummy, it’s your favorite.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and you watched the muscles of his back roll under his tank top as he moved a few pots and pans around in your kitchen. If you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t mind just eating him. The man put the term ‘snack’ to shame. You were trying not to drool over him, but there was just something about Katsuki in tank tops, all that muscle on open display like that for you.

You hopped off the counter, standing on unsteady, protesting legs to stand behind him and begin tracing patterns into his back. You rested your forehead just below his neck, your soft, open-mouthed breaths fluttering down the thin black material he wore. You closed your eyes, soaking up his presence greedily.

“You’re making it harder to cook.”

You huffed, pressing your smile into the ridges of his spine.

“You always do this. Pretend to hate me hovering while you work in the kitchen. Pretend not to love me.”

Katsuki stiffened, and you knew immediately you had said something wrong. He set everything down, turning to face you for a minute and cupping your face between his hands. Bright, searing red eyes met yours in a way that told you this was important.

“I never pretend not to love you. I always love you, and I’m not the kind of bastard who would lie about that.”

You reached a gentle hand up to wrap around his wrist.

“I know, Katsuki. I know you love me. Always. I was just teasing you. M’sorry.”

He bumped his forehead against yours, the gesture more lighthearted as he intertwined your hands.

“Stupid.”

“Still smarter than you,” you snarked, scrunching up your nose.

He just rolled his eyes at you again, letting go of you to turn back to his cooking. He grabbed his apron off its hook, starting to cook in earnest. Before you knew it, your kitchen was full of the smell of your favorite food, and your stomach was rumbling quite loudly.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you as he plated the food.

“You want to tell that thing to shut up?”

You folded your arms over your stomach. “It doesn’t work like that, idiot.”

“Sure it doesn’t.” He smirked.

You almost picked a fight, but when you saw the finished food you couldn’t bring yourself to. You ate so fast you practically inhaled the food, hungrier than you had known after your long day. When you finished you were full and happy, a warm exhaustion chasing through your veins.

You let out a long sigh, leaning back against the stiff wood of your kitchen chairs.

“I’ve decided to never move again. I’m just going to die here, with my greasy hair and achy bones and full of amazing food. This is as good as life gets, I think.”

Katsuki turned from where he was busy putting your dishes in the sink. Walking over to you, he picked you up for the second time that night. Pressing you tight to his body, he began to head towards your bedroom.

“This is not as good as life gets, and I’m going to make sure you know that,” he said, voice low and soft.

You were practically falling asleep now, face pressing into his shoulder. 

“Tsuki,” you breathed dreamily, “I love you.”

“I love you too dummy.” He kissed the side of your head to punctuate the comment.

Opening the door to your bedroom, he headed to the attached bathroom, kicking the door open with his foot. He didn’t even set you down on the floor, just positioning you on his lap as he sat on the edge of your bath and started the water. He added your favorite bubble bath, and you smiled, thinking about how good he was with the little details of your life, things like your favorite foods and your favorite bubble bath. You were in so deep, and you never wanted to remember what it was like not to be in love with Katsuki Bakugou.

“You need a bath,” he said. “You stink.”

“Awww, what a sweet way of telling me you listen when I complain about my greasy hair, Tsuki,” you teased.

“I listen to everything you say. I have ears, don’t I?”

You giggled, taking off your uncomfortable work clothes. Katsuki watched as you did, helping out here and there when you got caught on a button or when you nearly tripped trying to get out of your ‘professional businesswoman’ pantyhose. Eventually you dipped into the bath, Katsuki kneeling beside the tub.

With gentle motions, he washed your hair, the hands that could be so violent never softer or more careful than when he was touching you. His fingers skimmed across your skin, tracing the contours of your shoulders with greater dedication than the most devout anatomist. He mapped out the shape of your body with soap and tough hands, up to his elbows in water as he helped every weary inch get cleaned up.

You looked up at him, suds framing the shape of his biceps, doing all of this work for you, and felt a surge of love and affection for this man. You wanted to marry him, wanted to have his children and live a long happy life with him.

“How did I get so lucky?” you wondered.

“It’s not luck. You ended up with me because you have great taste,” Katsuki said.

You laughed. “Maybe so. Even still, it isn’t every day you meet someone you want to spend the rest of your life with.”

He paused in his motions.

“You would want that? To be with me? Forever?”

You reached a hand out for his, holding it and giving it a brief squeeze.

“Yeah. Is that...” you faltered. “Is that something you want?”

He shifted forward, leaning over the side of the tub.

“Yes, of course. I’ve wanted to put a ring on your finger so long, you have no idea.” He laughed at himself a little. “Want the whole thing. Want to buy you a big pretty house and take care of you and make it so you never have to spend another second at that stupid job. Want to cook you weird food when you’re pregnant and craving something disgusting, want to cover your baby belly in kisses every day. Want to have kids with you, a family, everything. I want everything.”

Katsuki was unexpectedly wide-eyed and breathless, so earnest in his simple desires. You wanted to give it all to him, have it all with him, live out the whole dream.

“I want that so bad, you have no idea,” you told him.

“You’re going to have it. We’re going to have it. Going to give all of it to you.”

You smiled, and your happiness would have been perfect except the soap bubble that slipped from your hair down your face. You laughed, wiping it away.

“Maybe we should finish with this bath first.”

When you were ready to get out, he wrapped you up in your towel, reminding you of when you were a little kid. Your towel no longer reached to your knees, but there was something comforting about it all the same, like being wrapped in a blanket. He laid you out on your bed, wordlessly reaching for one of his own shirts for you to wriggle over your head and down your body.

When you were done, you pulled him down on top of you where you lay, wet hair carelessly soaking into the sheets. Tilting his chin up with one hand, you pressed your lips to his again and again, like a conversation, an exchanging of words. Each kiss had something different to say, something important, and something the same.

You are so good and kind and I love you. Thank you for taking care of me and I love you. I’m so happy I know you and I love you. You are the best man I have ever met and I love you.

He switched your positions, pulling you on top of him so that you lay more on him than the bed. He kissed you back, loving you with chapped lips and intertwined fingers and something deeper that fluttered through you in the deepness of the night and buzzed through your body at his touch. 

He pulled away to, in a moment of redundancy, say what you had already been saying.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. So much,” you whispered.

He rubbed a hand up and down your back, the other cradling the back of your head and easing it down onto his shoulder.

“Rest now.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’ll still love you in the morning.”

[kwrittink]

Clumsy Pup /1

Pairing: Reader x Hybrid!Kim NamJoon

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Psichological Violence, Language, Physical Violence 

Words: + 2k

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“Oh C'mon you monster! You broke something again?! “ You heard the yelling from the apartment above you and winced once a loud whimper followed. It was actually a really recurring situation, where the woman from the apartment over yours got back from home and found something her labrador hybrid had broken. But the poor thing lives inside a cluttered apartment, that woman barely cleans the place, so she's actually lucky he doesn't tip things over every single day. You thought, a little - a whole lot actually - angry to hear her punish that poor pup for something he clearly didn't have control of. If she wanted to have a hybrid, she should have given him conditions to comfortably stay. You sighed. “I'm tired from work and I have to come back to this mess everytime? You know what, you're sleeping outside today!” Your neighbor continued screaming and you heard the door slamming violently right after, and presumed the poor pup was really put outside of his house to sleep on the corridor.

He whimpered for a little while, pleading for his owner to forgive him and while you couldn't do anything - well the law said no outsiders could interfere on the way owners treat their hybrids unless it threatened one of the party's life -, it didn't stop you from feeling sad for the hybrid. I really like the idea of having such cute companions, but since I can't afford buying one, and made a promise to myself after my family’s hybrid ran away and was hit by a car when I was little, I don't have one. But if I did, I would surely treat them much better than that. You thought, going back on finishing washing your dishes, so you could go to sleep. It was a long work day.

You fell asleep quickly due to your exhausted state but had a disturbed sleep, tossing and turning a lot during the night. The fact that it had started raining didn't make the task of having a good sleep easily either. And that hybrid is outside under this heavy rain... The realization made your eyes open wide and you sat on the bed, debating. Still I can't do anything about it, the laws only permit in case of life danger...

As on cue, you heard a tiny whine coming from outside as the rain hit the windows with more force, thunders booming in the distance. You shut your eyes tightly, groaning inwardly at that kind of treatment. Is just an innocent being but what can I do? You hugged yourself, breathing out as you shivered. It was cold that night and the winter looked like it would be a really harsh one. It would be so easy for a sad mistreated hybrid to fall ill and knowing the owner - she was a heavy sleeper - wouldn't notice it. Even if she did, I don't think she'd mind or do something about it. You scoffed displeased, wrapping your body on the comforter. Meanwhile, the hybrid cried softly and the image of him wet and shivering wouldn't let you drift back to sleep.

“Oh laws be damned, I need to do something!” You shouted, jumping out of your bed, grabbing a big fluffy towel and taking out a comforter, because you were bringing that pup home. Don't care of the lawsuit, this abuse has been happening for too long. You thought, stomping out of your place, opening the umbrella you had by your door and just walking upstairs, towards the last apartment of that floor, right above yours. I get that almost no one lives in this floor - on the building, to be honest - but how no one did anything about this before me? You thought, observing the sad picture that was the hybrid sitting on the floor curled into a ball head low and ears glued to his head as he sobbed, whimpering once in a while. This is absurd.

You dropped your umbrella, slowly kneeling beside him. He didn't noticed your presence at first, but as soon as you covered him with the towel - which wasn't big enough to cover him whole, but what could you do, he was a big pup - he lifted his head up, swollen face and red eyes looking up at you.

 “There, pup don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you,” you cooed, hands resting on his forearms to ease him since he jerked away from you, gluing himself to the metal fence. 

“My owner will be mad... I'm sorry I disturbed you...” he whispered, deep voice faltering sniffing once. You frowned but tried to smile a bit for him, shaking your head.

“No, I won't let her be mad at you. You couldn't have done something so bad to deserve this.” You stated, chest burning as you saw that big hybrid hide his face in his arms again.

“I've been a bad pet, I deserve to be punished like this, my owner is right, I'm a mons-” He was about to say the nickname you always heard that woman call him, but you softly placed your fingers on his trembling lips. 

“Don't say that, it's not true. I'm sure you're a good boy. Now get up, I need to get you at least dried, so you won't catch a cold.” You said and saw his ears perk up a little when you called him ‘good boy’.

You were glad it didn't take too much convincing to get him up and walk with him to your apartment.

As you got inside, you noticed how he was really tall and was a pretty golden labrador, even with his hair and clothes completely drenched. 

“Stay here, I'm bringing you another towel, since you're too big for just one,” you chuckled softly, as he sat down on the floor, looking around. “Have you eaten yet?“ You chanced asking and the sole mention of food made his attention turn all the way towards you, ears jumping up. 

“Uh, no...” He admitted, looking down shyly. Hot anger boiled on your stomach for that evil owner, but you decided not to show it to him. 

As you came back with a comforter, a hair towel and a sweatpant - that was left by your ex at least a year back - you smiled, sitting facing him. 

“Here, take this and go to my shower, I left the tub running with warm water. Meanwhile I'll make something tasty for us, okay?” You instructed, and saw the shock on his face as you delivered the items, but in some level he was excited to be treated like that, since his tail shook carefully behind him. 

“This is... Thank you but you don't need to. A towel to dry would be enough, I don't want to bother you miss...” He tried to give the things back but you only shook your head, snickering.

“My name is Y/N, but you can call me Y/N/N. Now Joonie, I told you not to worry. It's the least I can do, promise it's not a bother.” You chanced patting his head, scratching a little behind one of his ears. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed with the caress and you chuckled. He was about to lean into your touch further, but then jerked his head up, frowning his eyebrows. “Hey uh... What did you just called me?” Asked, and you removed your hand suddenly realizing. 

“Ah, I hope you don't mind. I know your name is NamJoon, and called you Joonie on reflex, I just thought it was cute.” You looked up finding the curious wide stare of the hybrid on your face. Behind him, you noticed his tail wagging rapidly. 

 “N-no I don't care, rather than that... No one ever called me like that, my owner she...” He started, fidgeting nervously, deciding to settle for sighing. “I like it, thank you.” He bowed his head a bit, to hide a little smile. Before you could say anything he got up suddenly, walking towards the bathroom - which you imagined he knew where it was. Snickering, you shook your head, deciding for picking a change of pajamas and then going to make some food. Warm ramen soup should be nice as this hour.

It had been 20 minutes since NamJoon went to the bathroom, and you were concerned already, since the food was almost done and you didn't had a sign from him. 

 “NamJoon?” You tried calling from the hall, and as you didn't had answers from him, you decided to go see how he was, since his silence got you worried. 

“Hey is everything okay, you've been here for a whi-” your voice got stuck on your throat as you knocked on the door but it opened slowly to reveal an already half-dressed NamJoon, but his state of undress wasn't what shocked you; rather than that, the tanned - and soft looking - skin of his torso was covered in bruises, all in different states of healing. The pup looked startled, like a deer caught in the headlights, and tried to cover himself with his hands, so scared of your reaction that his tail brushed some stuff from the sink.

 “I didn't... This is uh, I'm sorry...” He stammered nervously, trying to sport a weak smile towards you. This time, you couldn't hold a frown, sad and angered beyond control. To do this to a pup, that woman is beyond saving.

“Don't need to apologize, you didn't do it on purpose,” your voice shook as you spoke, and you tried to swallow the emotions, as the tears threatened to spill. NamJoon lowered his head, a quiet whine as he picked on his nails. You sighed, opting for handling that issue later. “Now, let's eat, the soup must be ready.” You reached to his hand, clutching and pulling at it, so he'd follow you. NamJoon stumbled, but managed to get his feet under him as he walked behind you, a surprised gasp leaving his throat.

“Whoa!” The labrador hybrid exclaimed, as soon as he tasted the soup. “It's so good!” He spoke, mouth filled with noodles and you chuckled, observing how cute he looked eating so eagerly. 

“Thank you, you’re kind. But don’t eat so fast, you might get a stomach ache,” you warned him softly and only then NamJoon must have realized he was eating too fast as he looked down his plate sheepishly. 

“Sorry, I just... It had been a while I ate. My owner had left in the morning and forgot to buy my cans, and I can’t eat anything from the fridge then I...” He ranted, stopping himself halfway as he noticed how pale you started to look. He... Does that idiot feeds food cans to him? When that has been banned for like forever? And she doesn’t let him eat real food? I mean he’s part human??? You breathed in deeply, watching as NamJoon bit his lower lip, moving his food around with the spoon, waiting to be scolded or something. 

“That is just bullshit. Ah, if you want seconds, there’s more on the pot, I may have prepared too much.” you tried again to brush past the issue to not make him feel uncomfortable but maybe your voice sounded a little too cold, which made NamJoon tilt his head quietly. 

After you two finished your meal, you ushered him to the guest room, frowning playfully at him when he tried to do the dishes. As you washed things up again, a sort of a plan was forming in your head. 

It can be risky, but I’ll try to sue that neighbor for abuse and negligence. I just have to check with a friend of mine, she’ll know how to help me. But... What then? I don’t want him to be put on the system, this can be heartbreaking for him. I don’t know if I can take care of him too but... 

I need to try.