#oh and did I mention WOOF WOOF BARK

[bvnnyl0v3r]

there's three reasons I watch criminal minds

Emily and reid

stabby stab stab

getting hints on the best ways to commit certain crimes so that whenever someone asks me "hey do you know how to hide a body" I can hold a 3 hour long speech on the best ways to let a body dissolve and hide all evidence that the body and the identity that came with it ever existed

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Feral | JJK One Shot

Summary: Jungkook comes back from his Global Citizen Festival and tells you something funny that happened to him. Pairing: Jungkook x f!Reader | Established Relationship, idol!au Word Count: 2.5k~ Warnings: Explicit language and mature themes, mentions of bdsm, sub space and pet play A/N: Hey guys this is my first One Shot that I've uploaded to Tumblr and I'm scared but excited to see what you think. My asks and DMs are open if you have any feedback or just wanna say hi! A big thank you to @trina864 for helping me and encouraging me to start posting on here. Hopefully I'll be coming back with more fics very soon! P.s. Horribly edited so please excuse any errors

"Did you get to watch my performance tonight?" Jungkook asks, bright eyed and bushy tailed walking into our hotel room. I look at him with a pained expression "I'm sorry baby I really wanted to but I had an early morning meeting to talk about this big case we've been working on" I explain apologetically. "Oh" he deflates, sad that I wasn't watching. "That's okay, I know how hard you've been working lately, I understand" he says nodding his head, coming over to the bed to sit next to me and see what I'm working on. He acknowledges all the sleepless nights I've been having, and no matter how much he tries to get me to come to bed, I never listen. Most early mornings he finds me sleeping on my desk having passed out from exhaustion and he picks me up and brings me to bed to get at least a few comfortable hours of rest. 

"You wanna know something funny that happened today?" he says with a toothy grin. I hum in acknowledgement and close my laptop taking a break to give him my full undivided attention. "After one of my songs today I took my inner ear out because I could hear Army chanting something and I wanted to try to understand but I couldn't. So I asked them to do it a bit louder and I guess they were barking at me. Like 'woof woof woof woof'. It happened to me before when I was on Good Morning America and I wasn't really sure what it meant but it looked like they were having fun so I think that would mean it's a good thing right?" he says with an amused expression. "Yes Jungkook it's a good thing" I say giggling at his confusion. "So what does that mean when they bark at me?" he says looking at me and tilting his head at me just like Bam does to him. 

I take a few seconds to think about it but for the life of me I can't really seem to put it into words without making it even more confusing for myself. "Um, well I guess the basic thing that it means if they think you're really hot, like beyond hot" I start. "So sexy?" he says encouraging me to continue. "Yeah pretty much and have you ever really heard the expression of 'going wild' over something?" I ask. "Yeah?" he says dragging it out starting to understand the action a little bit more but still showing some confusion. "Well it's pretty much based on that among other things. Another thing people say is 'going feral' with is like beyond going crazy like when dogs are like foaming at the mouth" I say brining up an extreme example trying to help him get the picture. "You mean like when they have rabies?" he says now thoroughly amused. "I mean kinda but not really" I say tilting my head from from side to side a few times.

"One more thing I could think to link it to would be something a little on... well a little on the explicit side" I say cringing at having to explain this one. "Explicit? Army? Noooo!" he says laughing knowing damn well he has been showing a more explicit side of himself lately, amused that Army is following suit. "You're familiar with some basic concepts of bdsm right?" I say feeling a bit awkward bringing it up. "Well... yeah we've kind dabbled in it a little bit right?" he says with a smirk and poking my side" I flinch a bit at it and laugh nervously "Yeah but anyways, have you heard about pet play?" I ask hoping that I won't have to explain it too much. He tilts his his head up towards the ceiling in thought trying to remember if he's heard anything about it but comes up empty handed. "Mmm can't say that I have" he says and waits expectantly for my continued explanation. 

"Basically it kind of links to a degradation kink, you know when a person gets aroused by getting humiliated. You know, stuff like that" he nods his head showing me he's trying to follow. "So they are saying, well not all of them but I'm sure some of them are thinking this. But they are saying that they want you to degrade them and put a leash on them and treat them like they’re your pet and you can do as you please with them" I say cringing at the fact that I have to have to have this sort of conversation to begin with. "Uh huh" he says feeling slightly uncomfortable but still rather amused. "I mean you're hot so I'm not surprised that people are ready to submit to you like that. "Like you do" he says now dropping his voice an octave, making me shudder. "We're not talking about me right now" I say laughing it off, getting off the bed and putting some distance between us. Jungkook swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stares at me with a hunger in his eyes that had not been there moments ago. 

"Well why not? We're already on the subject, why not continue?" he says leaning his arms back on the bed and spreading his legs. "Because we're talking about your fans, you know Army?" I say continuing to back away from him until I hit a wall. "I don't want to talk about Army anymore, I spent some time with them today so now I want to spend some time with you" he says purposely toying with me, pushing all the right buttons. I let out a slight whimper not knowing how else to respond. "It's been a while since we tried something new hasn't it?" he says sitting up a bit. "Would you like to be my pet? Let me do whatever I want with you? I already know you like it when I call you names. What has been your favorite one recently? Slut? Whore? Bitch?" I whimper again while squeezing my thighs together. "Ah that's right, how fitting, would you like it if I put a leash on you, and let everyone see what a dirty little bitch you are for me? Make you crawl to me? I might even make you drink out of a bowl like the pretty little bitch you are. But wait that might be something you would enjoy. Would you like that pup?" he says waiting for my answer. 

I start to respond but he holds his hand up cutting me off. "Aww look at that, my dumb pup forgot that dogs don't talk. Now try again love, bark once for yes and twice for no" I squirm in place not sure exactly how to respond since the thought of it does intrigue me and I can't lie when I say that I can feel myself getting wet. He raises his brow at me waiting for me to respond and I finally decide to let out one little bark under my breath while hanging my head in shame. "I'm sorry pup what was that? I couldn't quite hear you?" I let out another bark in response now feeling my cheeks starting to heat up. "One more time for me, just a little bit louder. Do you want to be my dumb little pup? My bitch? Poor baby has made up her mind but is too embarrassed to bark. Come on, just a little louder. "Woof" I finally respond loud and clear this time, hoping he won't make me do it again. 

"Aw there we go. Looks like you aren't the dumb little bitch I thought you were. Puppy was just too shy to admit she wants me to play with her". I breathe out hoping he'll stop there but he decides to continue. "On all fours, now" he orders. This I can do, and I've done it multiple times without question when he has me in this sub space that I've been tipped over in. "Good girl" he says with a tone of voice he reserves for when he talks to Bam. For not knowing what this is he seems like quite the natural. "Baby come" he says ordering me to come to his side. I wince at the thought of me crawling over to him and he notices my hesitance, "Aw looks like my dumb little bitch still needs training. Puppy come here" he says in a more playful tone. I decide to surrender this time and crawl over to him and see his eyes rake over my body with a expression that I have never seen before but it makes me feel nervous but sexy. Once I sit in front of him I see him play with his lip rings and then rest on biting his lip for a second just gazing down on me. 

"You did so well love" he says cupping my face in his hand and rubbing his thumb over the apple of my cheek praising me for all that I've done. "You can come out if you want to" he says gently, coaxing me out of my sub space. I blink a few times and reach up to place my hand on top of his and he gives me soft smile, "There she is" he says and he looks down at me lovingly, "Looks like you really enjoyed that" he says helping me stand up. "You're one to talk" I say rubbing my aching knees that I only now just noticed. "Speaking of which you seemed like you're quite a natural for someone who isn't familiar with pet play" I say suspiciously. "Yeah about that..." he says trailing off. "Jeon Jungkook did you lie to me?" I say feeling utterly betrayed. "I'm sorry but you just looked super shy I just had to watch you explain it to me" he says pulling me onto his lap. I burry my face in the crook of his neck to hide my reddening face. 

"You're so mean"I mumble, "Aw come on you know I love you, plus look at you, you're my adorable little pup who listened so well" he says rubbing my back. I sit up and look at him, "But I thought I was your bitch" I say with a roll of my eyes. "That too, but you're my cute puppy first and foremost" he says ruffling my hair. "Hey! Don't do that!" I whine fixing it, "We're not playing like that anymore". "Alright alright, I'll stop. We can pick this up later" he says giving me a quick kiss on my cheek and placing me on the bed walking over to his bag on the floor. "Huh" I scoff, "What makes you think I wanna do that again?" I say crossing my arms over my chest. "Do I really need to see how much of a mess you've made down there right now?" my eyes widen at his words and I cross my legs in response. "Exactly" he laughs pulling out his laptop and his phone, walking over to the small couch in the corner. 

"What are you doing?" I ask curiously watching him prop up his phone. "I'm gonna go on live for a bit to check up on Army to see their reaction, especially since I dropped the teaser for 3D" he says with a smile. "You dropped it at the festival? Wow I can imagine the screams, especially after seeing their reaction to the proof teaser at your last concert in the US" I say shaking my head and smiling at the thought. "Yeah I'm even more excited to release it now!" he says feeling proud of himself. "You and Jack worked really hard on it so I'm sure they're gonna love it. Let's be real, if you just recoded a whole three minutes worth of you just breathing everyone would go crazy over it. That's basically what Hobi did in Jack in the Box right?" I finish laughing. He let's out a chuckle in response, "Yeah you're right, I'm sure it's gonna be great! Are you gonna go shower?" He asks watching me grab some stuff out of my bag. "Yeah I definitely need one, my back is killing me after having to sit in front of my computer all night. 

"Okay wait for me and I'll join you in a bit yeah?" he says with a sly smile. "You better hurry up then mister, I'm not taking a three hour shower because you're still on live" I say remembering the nights he would stay up talking to and spending time with Army. "Okay just give me like 15 minutes" he begs. I laugh and start to walk over to the bathroom but he calls out to me. "Wait!" I turn around at the sound of him, "Can I have a kiss?" he says with a pout, to which I can't help but agree to. I give him a kiss and he deepens it and he promises between kisses that he'll give me a massage to entice me into really waiting for him. I nod my head and roll my eyes and turn to walk to bathroom to which he responds with a loud slap on my ass. "Hey!" I yell back scolding him, but he puts up his finger to his lips as he presses the button to go live telling me to stay quiet. I huff silently and close the door behind me and start the shower and hear him make excuses for the noise.

"Oh I think it's just the sound of someone taking a shower next door. Yeah it's loud huh? I guess the walls are pretty thin here. Oh! Jin! Jin Hyung!" I hear him continue, sounding excited at what I could only think is the sight of Jin commenting on the live. Smiling I get into the shower and let the warm water wash away all the stress from the day until I hear a slight jiggle of the door nob. "Ya! Woman open the door!" I laugh at his pleading and leave him there complaining for a while before letting him in. "Oops" I say "I guess I forgot" I finish, feigning innocence. "Uh huh, you forgot" he says rolling his eyes at me and giving me another slap on the ass. "Just get back in the shower" he says and I give him a kiss before doing just that. 'Tonight is gonna be a long night' I think to myself as I bite my lip standing under the stream of water, waiting for him to join me.

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[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Ok so since the door has been opened...any body worship hcs with Gotham Penguin (giving and receiving)? 👀

Body Worship HCS - Gotham Penguin x Reader

eyyyy, kind of mentioned some similar aspects here, let's love on this man!

TW: NSFW, Body worship, restraint

Giving:

If you're in a relationship, it's likely you put up with a ton of shit. He wants, no NEEDS, to make sure you know how much he appreciates you on the whole. While it's not that he wouldn't give body worship without being in a relationship, he's going to feel more comfortable with it like that.

Generally, his worship can get a little rougher. Grabbing, pulling, even nipping or biting. You're just so irresistible to him he can't get you close to him fast enough. He'll tell you just as much, as his teeth mark you, that he could just eat you alive. Your looks, the way you gasp, your smell- How fortunate for you that he has self control.

He could get almost mean if he does go slow. Kissing, running his hands over your skin. Soft, save for a couple calluses from guns and old scars. Teeth and tongue over your chest. He'll memorize every curve and ridge that makes you shiver. While he won't make you beg, he'll get you close to wanting to. He's just showing his love and devotion. He won't make you work for this.

Oh how he loves to have you displayed for him. If you can't manage not to cover yourself up, well, ties are good for that. He'll tell you how much he'd love to come home to this sight some days. It'd be like having a private art collection. Perhaps a fluffy little robe and a 15 minute warning before he gets home will have to do...

I have said it before but it bears repeating: He WILL cum if you let him between your legs and you praise him. Something about the intimacy of oral, servicing you but getting compliments while he does it. You're just so beautiful like this. The sweetness of you on his tongue is blissful. This one is kind of both giving/receiving, let me cheat.

Receiving:

The king of Gotham. Even at his lowest points, when he was scrounging from the very bottom- he knew he'd get here someday. He's always expected a rather... royal treatment to go along with that ego from partners even back then. Now that he's a top dog? Woof woof.

Get on your knees and kiss the ring, love. He'll put his fingers directly in your mouth and tell you to suck. Open wide. Don't you want to give him a proper little preview of what you can do? There's a sort of fascination there, seeing just how far he can push you into that submissive state.

It's a ton of bark, honestly. He's so damn cocky at first because it gives him that sensation of power he loves to display. It's when you kiss his neck and tell him how much you love his face and nose and eyes- that he starts to falter. His hands get shaky over your hips and he audibly gulps. His kisses go from demanding to desperate.

Truthfully, while he knows he's cute, he cannot deny being constantly mocked about certain traits hasn't taken a chunk into his self-esteem. Genuinely complimenting his looks, face or body, will get him hot in a hurry. The only thing he'll ask is that you save it only for private moments because he can't afford to get flustered in front of powerful parties.

The right strokes of your hand or a needy little hole while telling him how good he feels? The look in his eyes is nothing short of love sick. His grip gets a little too tight and he's trying to kiss you with tongue so you can taste every moan he has to give. Please, please let him make you feel good, he wants to make you feel good-

If you start to tease or hold back, he'll flush and get irritated. Excuse you, did you have your focus somewhere else? You were telling him how much you loved his cock inside of you, hm? You should be getting back to that before he has to take over this little scene. Maybe that's your thing. But how could you want to deny him those sweet, vulnerable moments?

[kanmom51]

JK live 18 July 2023

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

So folks, I guess we can add this one to the long list of JM leaves, JK goes live, right?

What can you say about JK and this live?

Tired. Like REALLY TIRED.

A little sick.

And yet looking really happy.

Did someone say afterglow again?

This up there is from taili_jp's IG story yesterday btw.

JK being JK. Weird and quirky.

I ask you: how can this be the same man we see on stage?

The way he starts off the live with the hat on.

Why's that?

Was he trying to show us he has that hat he was seen in on their way to their Silver day dinner, was he?

I'm going with that explanation, given, as per usual, there were those claiming it's not them.

The hat comes off 1:30 minutes into the live, and most of the live is done without it on.

So yeah, I guess the hat was on for a purpose.

As mentioned in my post yesterday, JK showed up to the live in a Mihara Yasuhiro shirt. Seems to be a brand both him and JM are liking lately. JK wore another shirt from same brand and their shoes for his radio interview earlier that day, and also wore the brand for his Spotify clips, and JM wore same brand shirt for his flight back to Seoul (oh, and wore same shoes that JK did yesterday in one of his pre-Face dance clips) and several times before that too (google it, you'll see). So, either ambassadorship on the way or just a brand liked in their household. I'm going with the latter. I'd even go so far as to say that the this is JM's doing. We all know what JK's fave brand is.

A little sum up of our timeline before we start.

So yeah, JK says he really turned on Weverse live but he's really tired (told you so, lol).

Are we surprised JK didn't get much sleep last night? Really? I'd say the answer to that is

A-ha. Yep. As expected...

He starts with "whasup?" and "good to see you guys"...

He is trying, bless his heart.

Omg, and then he goes off with "woof woof woof woof", he's absolutely hilarious. But there's a background story to this, lol. He was literally barked at by the crowd at the GMA recording and later on he repeated it during the Stationhead broadcast. But god, he's so funny.

He also tries to read the comments in English. Like

and

and

Poor snively JK.

The fact that this man is going through his promotions while sick, performing while sick, spending the weekend holidaying with his partner while sick, hat off to him I say.

Lol, he likes the nasally sound to his voice.

Talking about holidaying with his partner...

Can't help but wonder if we'll hear or see JM in the next few days and just how sore his throat or runny his nose will be, lol.

What do you think? Will JM go live anytime soon?

BBC Radio 1 live lounge schedule for next week:

One of these I'm willing to bet will be JK. And I dare JM to show up live after and hype his bf up.

Guess we'll wait and see.

He says he knew the reaction would be good.

Just in case we couldn't tell he was sick and tired (not as in sick and tired of us, lol)...

Seriously, that man needed to sleep. He just couldn't stop yawning.

But I guess habits are hard to shake. You know, JM leaves JK goes live. He just couldn't help himself, lol.

I guess that was off the table given it was only around 1pm KST, lmao.

I thought I was going to rofl when he tells us how he washed up after dinner and he is feeling real refreshed looking like this:

I guess our ideas of refreshed are kind of different, lol.

Nah, but the man was so damn tired. He could barely keep his eyes open. At one point it really did look like he's going to fall asleep, again, during a live, lol.

Someone in the comments asks if there is anything fun, and he answers there is nothing fun in the room.

Well, now that JM's gone that is.

He did this:

Even if this wasn't done on purpose, as in not mimicking JM during his playlist video, it sure is a cute coincidence.

But now, what if it was?

The way he makes that sound and the way he puts down the bottle on the table, not placing it quietly, makes you think: "was he maybe, just maybe, re-enacting that part of JM's playlist video?" It wouldn't be that far fetched. The man knows JM's content off by heart. Food for thought.

JK performed Seven for us.

He's an actual menace that man, lol.

He's so overjoyed by the fact that he's singing 'fucking', lol. He is now officially an adult. Not only does he have an explicit version to his song, but he literally sang "fucking" live on Weverse.

Can you imagine JM's reaction?

Scandalous.

LMAO.

And this part here:

Followed by changing back to "loving you right"... was he telling us/ someone else (specifically the person that shows so very boldly on his hand right there) something?

OMG, and those eye exercises he was doing. He is so adorable and quirky and genuine and we are blessed that he feels that he can share himself with us.

As usual JK's sweet and thankful goodbyes to us.

Thanks to Army he is having very happy days.

Literally. With Army, because of Army (take your pick which army we are discussing here...)

It wasn't a long live. Just over 17 minutes. But once again we get to see JK, real JK. He's so real, so accessible I think is the way to put it. There is just something about him, how he talks to us, what he shares with us, how comfortable he feels to do these things with his fans, let us in the way he does. He isn't afraid to show us he's just like us, he's human and flawed and happy or sad and just let us in to see him as he is. He has this special connection with these people that are utter strangers to him, but at the same time he feels this deep love towards them.

Precious is the word I feel describes him.

He is precious.

[hanaruri-tunes]

Degrading Leviathan (Levi x reader)

I am BACK from my uni exams, and I’m pretty sure I passed them all so please applause this genius over here. (Or don’t. That’s fine too :')

Anyway, as promised this is supposed to be the part 2 to the humiliating Leviathan fic, but it is smut so I’m pretty sure you can also read it without any prior knowledge of the other one fuehdhd Plot is not really important here after all.

⚠️ Also, if this wasn’t already obvious -> MDNI please!

If you want to read it though, here’s the first part. (Hopefully the link works.)

If you want to jump right into this one, here’s a quick summary of part 1 (or a quick reminder for those who did read it): Basically our MC here is pretty sadistic, she found some of her "belongings" in Levi’s room and understood that he was obviously using it to touch himself, she acts like she’s disgusted and disappointed in him, then makes him do some "stuff" for her so she’ll forgive him. And all the while, she’s mocking him (Levi’s into that, of course.) It ends with her revealing that she was acting and Levi is reassured (but still turned on. Yep.)

This is the direct continuation of that! Here are the warnings: praise, degradation, two dicks, a bit of petplay (dog Levi), raw, bj, usage of tail, overstimulation (and if I forgot some stuff don’t hesitate to tell me!)

MC/ Y/N is cisfemale in this one like the first part!

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Now that the charade was over, Levi kept hanging onto you as you two were making out. This might have lasted either 5 minutes or half an hour, you're not quite sure. Slowly regaining your senses, Leviathan had naturally calmed down and turned back into his usual form and casual attire… though his dicks were still hanging out of his pants. You laughed.

"Isn't it about time you put those things away?"

Leviathan chuckled nervously.

"Oh… But I-I thought we weren't done?"

…

Huh?

"Well uh, aren't you tired? You came quite a lot… Not to mention from both of them so…"

He looked into your eyes, a pitiful air hanging around him while still holding into his wish firmly.

"No… I can finally kiss you, and touch you freely and even…"

He looked down to your skirt, under which he knows how wet you had gotten after the make-out session you just had despite the fact that you had just climaxed earlier from his tongue.

"Anyway! What I'm trying to say is- I can still go on for way longer. Probably more than you think. If anything, once is quite literally nothing now that I have you. I've dreamed of this for so long♡"

You take a pause to ponder it. It’s not like you couldn’t take him but you still wondered how you should go about this since, well, he has two of them. Plus you wanted to keep things interesting and that box you had found earlier with his "filthy" belongings had some interesting costumes. You stood up, making Levi worried that you might leave only to see him cheer back up when he understood where you’re heading towards.

"You’ve got a lot of slutty outfits in there, huh?"

You take some dog ears and a tail out of it.

"Are they meant for me or for you?"

Leviathan grins at your pick, excited and eager. He reaches deeper into the box, knowing exactly the placement of each object. He could probably navigate in it even with a blindfold on. Not so shockingly, he pulls out a collar and a leash out of it.

"Whichever is fine ehe. I even got a leash to go with it so um, y'know. We can use it right away i-if you want."

Clearly, although he had said that whichever was fine, his eyes were telling another story. Anyone could’ve seen that what he truly wanted was to wear it and get ordered around by you. Not like it was hard for you to do so might as well. You gently put the ears on him.

"Try barking?"

"Woof!♡"

"Cute. You’re the dog then."

His smile widens, happy that you picked the role for him and chose the one he wanted. It takes barely a minute for him to take his clothes off, now he’s only left with the costume and his boxers that clearly outline his cocks. You take a hold of the leash, pulling him as you walk back towards the seat where both of you were making out earlier. He follows you on his hands and knees, already nailing the role. You sit while he stays on the floor.

"Sit."

He sits.

"Look down."

He looks down.

"Paw?"

He puts his hand on yours.

"Good boyyy! So smart."

You scratch him under the chin as if he’s really just a pet.

"W-woofff…♡"

He brings his face to your legs, lovingly rubbing his head and cheek against them. Both of his dicks are already hard and leaking for you, even through the boxers it’s so apparent, it’s almost embarrassing how turned on he got from being treated like an animal. Not like he minds, if that gets you to mock him he’ll take it. Actually, he’ll take anything from you, be it praise or insults.

"Aww is baby all excited to play with me? You wanna feel good inside your owner?"

He nods against your thighs, helplessly craving your touch. Babying himself up to make you feel sorry for his poor state.

"...Alright. Stand up Levia-chan, I’ll suck you off and stroke you for a minute. If you manage to hold it in, I'll let both of them inside me."

He perks up. Had the ears and tail been real, his ears would have perked up as well and the tail would be wagging. He stands up, finally speaking like a human being. That is, if we ignore the drooling and the leash you’re still holding onto.

"N-No way?! Ha… ahhh… Sorry. I’ve gotta calm down. O-Okay. One minute. One minute, you can do this Leviathan."

He mutters to himself, psyching himself up while you’re pulling half down his boxers, taking his upper dick into your mouth and stroking the lower one through his boxers with your free hand, the one that’s not holding the leash.

He keeps his eyes tightly shut, probably realizing that if he opens them and sees your cute face sucking on his gross cock he’ll ejaculate immediately. He breathes heavily and repeats "IcandothisIcandothisoneminutejustoneminutegodplease". You retain your smile, but he’s just so cute. You count up to 60 in your head, it probably wasn’t super accurate but you’re proud of his restraint regardless.

Once you stop, he slowly calms himself down and starts breathing normally again.

"D-did I make it??"

"Yeah. Despite being such a slutty dog, good job hah."

He grins at your mocking tone, enjoying it. Then he opens his eyes, his gaze goes straight to your open legs. As soon as he had calmed down, he got excited again, seeing you ready to take him fully in. He comes closer, his hard cocks hovering over your slippery pussy and ass.

His eyes go a bit crazy for a second, as if he’s in a frenzy, or hypnotized.

"Ahh… Ahh… fuck. Fuck fuck. Really? I can put both of them in?"

You chuckle at how nervous and eager he is.

"Knock yourself out."

He starts to laugh softly, exhilarated.

"Hah. Haha… Oh my god. I’ve always dreamed of shoving my disgusting cocks into your cute and pretty pussy. I’m such a lucky fucking bastard."

He firmly grabs your waist, frankly you’ve never seen him being so sure of something. He slides them in slowly, both in each hole. You squirm and whimper under his unbreakable gaze on your whole being. Your holes gladly taking him in, your soft body, your cute facial expressions as you’re feeling better and better as he’s pushing himself in, he watches all of it so closely that it almost makes you shy.

"S-Stop staring so closely you dirty mutt."

"Y-Yeah. You’re right, I’m a dirty dog~ Please abuse me with your words some more…"

Geez, this guy has a problem… A problem that you find unbearably hot and cute.

He pounds into your holes, holding your legs up from the back of your knees, pushing them upwards, near your face. All the while you’re still holding onto the leash that is strapped on his collar.

"Come on. Please please please… I’m begging Y/N! Just a little bit."

He’s already enjoying himself so much inside you yet he wants even more, he sure is spoiled. But well, you want to see him go even crazier over you. So you do as he wants.

"You absolute gross fuck. You’re more of a pig than a dog you know? I’ve never seen anyone make such an elated face while fucking someone. You should just get over with it and serve me as a sextoy."

He submerges himself in your fake disgusted face, grinning as you’re completely disrespecting him as a human being, or, well, a demonic being. Then he happily glues his body against yours, his lips near your ears as he begs for more insulting words.

"More please, embarrass me more."

Your mind is already wandering off from getting fucked so good. It’s getting harder to think as both of his dicks are pleasuring your insides, making you pump out so much of your juices, more than you ever have. Yet you somehow manage to answer his needs.

"Y-You… You’re just a gross little fuck- A lame creepy otaku with two dicks who gets off on his crush’s insulting words. You s-sure are good at acting cute and pure while all you really are is a masochistic whore- Mmh!"

You can’t see his face but you can feel him smiling and drooling against your neck and shoulders. Suddenly, the air around him turns dark as he takes on his demon form. Completely lost in his lust and pleasure.

He sticks the tip of his scaly tail into your mouth, making you unable to degrade him any further and his pace quickens. He pounds into you harder and faster, his cocks getting ready to unload themselves into your pretty holes.

"A-And yet you’re so kind that you’re letting a lame, gross and disgusting fuck like me pump both of his dicks into you and you’re wholeheartedly sucking on his monstruous tail. Aaaaahh…~ You’re so nice Y/N, I’ll be your toy all you want! Iloveyousomuch.♡ Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou-"

Your mind completely goes blank thanks to all of your holes being filled by his dicks and tail, at this point, fucking him is like fucking 3 guys at the same time. And as you lose yourself, he does so as well. Emptying himself inside you, grinding on you over and over as he keeps cumming for a solid 20 to 30 seconds, you never even thought it was possible for someone to ejaculate for so long… Well he is a beast and a demon.

When he pulls out, his juices flow out of you for a while, maybe even longer than it took for him to cum since his loads have been mingled in with yours inside of you. He hurries over to his phone, taking pictures of you completely fucked out so he can use them later… Well, hopefully he won’t have to, since from now on you’ll always call for him when you need to use his dicks, right?

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Done! As usual please don’t hesitate to leave comments or some tags (or messages in my askbox if you’re shy!) This is tumblr, I can assure you no one will make fun of you or judge you, we’re all chilling in our trash here 🫰

[shattered-reflections-au]

Fluffvember 12, Dog/cat/pet // “I can die happy now”

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"okay, i have to admit, Roxie can be a bit much sometimes," Blue warned, slowly opening the door to his childhood home. Blue glanced around behind himself, marking it safe for Red to enter, followed immediately by Green.

"hey mom! we're home!" Blue called, his mom coming around the corner to greet her sons.

"My boys are home!" she cheered, taking both Green and Blue in a giant hug. Blue's mom was a rather short woman, somehow shorter than Red himself.

"Dad's still at work, but he'll be overjoyed to see you two!" she added, turning to Red.

"oh, and this must be Blue's mr-mans!" she said, Blue rolling his eyes as his mom grabbed Red by the face.

"he's just as cute as you told me." she examined Red, twisting him every which way to get each angle. "oh you're such a sweet young man, let me know if Blue gives you any trouble, i'll give him a good spanking for it. or maybe you'd rather do that." she said the last part with a wink and both Red and Blue immediately went red.

"MOM." Blue yelled, pulling Red away from her. "c'mon, you just met him!!" Blue continued.

"yeah you've at least got to wait until dinner before you dig into their sex life." Green added.

Blue grumbled, "i'm going to go look for the dog now, thanks for traumatizing my boyfriend right off the bat!" he called, dragging Red to the back of the house.

"you have a dog?" Red asked, stars in his eyes.

Blue looked back at his boyfriend, "who did you think Roxie was?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"i thought you were warning me about your mom, i now see where your guys' chaos comes from." Red explained.

"my mom's name it Linda, and yeah, hindsight i should have warned you about her too, but no." Blue mentioned, opening the door to the backyard. "this is Roxie," he said, as a golden retriever bounded up to them.

Red was instantly tackled to the ground at the velocity in which Roxie jumped onto him. Red was licked from ear to ear, Blue having to pull Roxie off of Red so that he could breathe.

"you okay?" Blue asked, holding Roxie back from tackling his partner again.

"yes!" Red cheered, leaning into Roxie and letting her lick him again as he gave her all of the pets. "i can die happy now that i know you have such a good girl that i can steal to take on=" Blue cringed, "don't say it!!" he begged. Red didn't hear him. "-walks and go to parks with!!" Red finished, Roxie starting to bark loudly, her tail wagging even harder than it was.

Blue groaned. "you said the words why did you say the words?" he whined, grabbing the leash off the table on the back porch. Red just stared up at blue with pleading eyes, both Red and Roxie nailing the puppy eyes.

"you better not say the t-r-e-a-t word." Blue threatened.

"what, treat?" Red asked, innocence in his eyes yet a smug grin on his face. Roxie barked again. blue reached into his pocket, giving Roxie a little snack.

"i hate you."

"awww i love you too."

"woof!"

"yes, i love you too Roxie."

[anonyhex]

WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK @ Your last chapter. The scene in the library... Ulder offering to help (but Wyll feeling more comfortable going to the better father figure, Halsin)... Wyll putting in so much effort - Astarion getting mad over the GODDAMN TRAPS THEY KEPT TRIGGERING -him teasing Wyll about the innocent items on the list... The "You don't need to ask for permission" And "But it's good to know I have it" Mirroring their previous conversations... Its brilliant, anbrilliant fic

Thank you!!! Honestly I was worried this chapter was a little slow, but I was also not willing to kill any of my darlings, so I'm glad it all worked so well for you!

I can't find it, but I'm pretty sure there's banter between Wyll and Astarion (in the Blushing Mermaid I think?) where Wyll mentions he had his first kiss at 15, and when Astarion assumes he had it so "late" because of how strict his upbringing was Wyll says something like "Oh no, my father wanted me to be a little wilder than I was." So I think Ulder would honestly be a little!! Excited!! that Wyll has actually found someone he cares about enough to sleep with (even if it's ASTARION of all people) and WOULD love to help but...Yeah, yeah their relationship is not mended to the point that Wyll would be comfortable with that AT ALL, lol.

RE: traps: the Shar temple in the Underdark, oh my god, that bridge with the fire traps, everyone was burning. I tried to avoid it but, man, I did not. Can't imagine Astarion was too proud of me in that moment loool. And don't even get me started about under the Blushing Mermaid, my god.

RE: "You don't have to ask for permission" -- I think it's not in the game yet, but I've seen going around on Tumblr that in the datamined game script for the recent patch, when you ask Astarion if you can kiss him there's now a line from him that's pretty similar to what I wrote--"You didn't have to ask, but I'm glad you did." So I thought it would be nice to put a reference to that in the fic, since Astarion and Wyll are talking so much about consent and figuring out boundaries in that scene!

[puer-aurea]

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

Crack for Big Dogs!! (mentions of the roomies and heart foundation) "If he's big enough to shake your hand is that still a spider? Or is it a dog?" Mercenary AU (going to attempt aus for the rest of them as well)

This is not how the night was supposed to go. Martyn and Jimmy picked up this offer to make some quick cash, not be chased around by big- spider things. All the job request mentioned was they would be herding sheep. And the guy who hired him, some Etho guy, only warned them that a zombie person may come check on them occasionally and an avian might land in the pen and scare the sheep again, but he said it would be relatively mundane! There was no mention of spiders or monsters or anything of the sort! So why in Notch's name were they running from a cluster of spiders? Why couldn't they at least be normal sized spiders? "Jimmy, I am quitting this job after. Humans are not made for mercenary work." Martyn complained. "No- you can't say that! We're a team, we're the big dogs! Woof!" Jimmy barked out. "Do you see how big those spiders are??" "Well, are they even spiders?" Jimmy put his hand to his face in a thinking motion. "What are you on?" Martyn picked up a rather large stone and looked it over. "I mean- if he's big enough to shake your hand, is that still a spider? Or is it a dog?" "I- you- Okay. I can't do this today." Martyn sighed. "Just hang on!" Jimmy walked out of their little hiding place behind the tree, looking for the spiders. He picked up a stick off the ground and yelled for them, waving it in the air. "Here boy- boys? Here boys! Want a stick? Wanna fetch?" Jimmy held his breath as the spiders watched him wave it around. When they didn't come running straight for him, he threw it as far as he could in the direction opposite the sheep pen, which conveniently meant down a hill. To Martyn's relief, and shock, they ran after it. "Jimmy, you mad man! How did you think of that?" Martyn asked as he came out of the hiding spot. "Ya know. I'm not sure. But we have to get back to that Etho guy's property so we can finish getting the sheep." Jimmy turned and headed towards the pen, wiping his hands nervously on his pants. Martyn nodded, still kind of shocked, and threw the stone he was holding in the same direction of the stick before following Jimmy. When they got back to the pen, they assumed the mentioned avian had not landed and scared the sheep because the ones they had already collected were still in the pen. They picked up the previously discarded hay and went to herd the rest of the sheep. "Now that the spiders are gone, what were you saying before?" Jimmy picked up their old conversation. "Oh, yeah. So I told them I liked the idea they had and would be delighted to check out a new coffee shop. I also added they could include a request board for people to post jobs for mercenaries." "You said this story had a tragic ending...?" Jimmy gave Martyn a confused look as they herded the last sheep into the pen. "It does-" Martyn shut the pen- "Just let me finish. Anyway, it was apparently rude of me to pitch in to their conversation even though I agreed with them." "Implying you were eavesdropping on them?" Jimmy raised his eyebrow. "That's not important. And, on an unrelated note, the master key I made to the Heart Foundation building was confiscated. That's the tragic ending." "Wait- so you weren't even supposed to be in there? You broke in??" "That's not important! Plus, the sleeveless dude wasn't even that mad, he was just kind of astonished." Martyn shrugged. "The sleeveless- you mean Skizzle? The owner of the building?? You're lucky he didn't call a bounty hunter on you! I swear if I see a wanted poster on one of the mercenary job boards for you, I will take it myself." Jimmy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sure you will! Let's just go turn this in and get our reward." Martyn let out a chuckle.

[wakeup-awg]

Before We Hit The Road Again | Part 1

-- May 4th --

Alex: "You have to be careful with this," Alex warned his soon to be two year old son. It was crazy how fast time was flying, this summer their little girl would be one year old already, Noah was going to be turning two. It was one of the rare mornings where Sophie was home and hadn't been back from filming so late that she had to sleep in a little bit. Alex knew she was up and downstairs spending time with Willa while he was just getting Noah. He was nerdy enough to want to spend the day, since it was May 4th (which very obviously was Star Wars day) teaching the little boy about one of his favorite movies series by getting him a little light saber to play with. "C'mon, let's find mommy so you can show her what you got," he suggested and they headed out, Noah slashing the light saber around like Alex had showed him (and instantly regretted because he was bound to crash it into things this way), and they headed downstairs to find Sophie.

Sophie: Today was a day that she didn't have to be at work early, late, she could just spend time at home with her family. She loved her job, she really did, but getting to come home and spend time with her family, was always going to be the best feeling. This morning she had woken and Willa was awake playing with her toys in her bed and she got her out and took her downstairs to play. Wanting to spend some quality time with their eldest daughter who would be three this summer. It amazed her that somehow they had three kids and none of them were going to be 'babies' anymore. Not to mention it would be three years together with Alex in another two short days. Grabbing out her phone she knew Willa loved the filters and she opened Instagram and found the one that turned her into a dog with little ears. Immediately Willa started barking and Sophie was chuckling taking different videos and saving them to her phone. When she heard the steps down the stairs Willa panted and woofed like a dog a few more times and her face turned bellowing 'Good morning!' from the little girl who saw her father with her brother before she closed off the app, not realizing that instead of closing, she posted the video with her daughter onto her instagram. "Well look at you too, is that a little lightsaber you've given him?"

Alex: Noah was all excited about the toy and was swinging the lightsaber around again as he headed into the living room where Alex could hear Sophie chuckling and Willa.. barking? The little girl turned around and bellowed ‘Good morning’ causing Alex to grin and give a little wave of his hand. “Good morning princess!” he greeted back, reaching down to catch a throw of the lightsaber so it would’ve push off a vase. “Yes that is a lightsaber,” he chuckled, watching Noah walk over to his mother to show her his new toy. “It’s May 4th, it would be so wrong not to have lightsabers today.” Reaching Willa and her, he picked the little girl up to hug her. “What were you and mommy doing, mh? Were you pretending to be a dog?”

Sophie: The little boy was swinging the lightsaber all excited to see it glow and move and she shook her head. "We're still not watching the Star Wars movies. Or are they starting to watch them." she said shaking her head chuckling. When the little boy toddled towards her. "Wow look at that, are you a big -- er superhero?" she furrowed her brow not knowing what it actually was from not watching them. "She was being the best pretend doggy, I have the cutest dogs vides on my phone for you to see."

Alex: “There’s kids movies, you know? Those lego ones. They’d be fine to watch those,” he argued, though he was sure Sophie still wasn’t going to agree. “Superhero?” Alex repeated, almost looking offended for a split second. “He’s a jedi, babe. And a great one too. One that’s not gonna turn to the dark side.” Willa barked again as Sophie said she was the best little dog and Alex laughed softly. “Oh I can’t wait to see. You’re so cute, aren’t you?” he cooed and tickled her tummy briefly before letting her down where she started to crawl and pretend to be a dog, which easily caused the actual dogs’ attention.

Sophie: "No lego movies either. Not before they watch Harry Potter." she said pointing at him, because that was so going to be the first big thing beside Disney. "Look I was a superhero and pretty badass." she said, "But okay, he's a future Jedi but if he wants to be on the dark side he can and I'd still love him." she cooed scooping him up. Of course when she was crawling around she got the dogs all excited. "You know.. a puppy could be fun for them, we could do it as a joint birthday gift for all three of them." she suggested grinning.

Alex: “Of course you’d love him because he’s your son. Which is fine for me to dress him up as Luke Skywalker next Halloween so I can be Darth Vader and if we bend it all a little you’re gonna be my beloved wife who still loves me even though I’ve turned to the dark force and all that,” he grinned. “It’s not real Star Wars if they watch the kids shows.. can’t even be compared to the actual Harry Potter movies,” he said with a chuckle. Willa was squealing and laughing when the dogs came towards her and Alex raised a brow at Sophie. “Oh no, we’ve got more than enough animals right now, we don’t need to add another one to the mix, don’t you think? And I’m gonna be back on tour, that’s gonna be a pain with a little puppy..”

Sophie: When he talked about Halloween and doing the whole thing Luke Sywalker and Darth Vader -- and how would you dress up Willa and Avery. Nope, it wouldn't work, and you got me dressed up at Leia for a very sexy time afterwards so I'm thinking.. something Disney related." she grinned knowing he wouldn't approve. "Yeah it can't because Harry Potter is the superior and I won't have any rebuff about that while we're in England." she pointed out. "I mean the babies would love a puppy though." she said before sighing, "But I guess I get not wanting to while you're on tour. Just thought it'd be a fun joint present for the kids." she said which obviously since losing Baz, she knew Willa missed the dog that had always followed her around like a shadow. "Anyway, we should get some breakfast into our little dog and jedi."

Alex: “Hey, I never said you should be dressing up as Leia this Halloween,” he said with a shrug. “You could be Padme and we’ll be just making perfect sense,” Alex added with a grin. “Noah and Willa can be Luke and Leia as little kids, Avery can have the little baby yoda costume. Or we can dress her up as a baby Chewbacca,” he mused. “Hey, I’m just saying, if we got a puppy now we’d have to be touring with three kids, a puppy and all the boys. That’s not gonna be great to have to potty train a puppy while on the road. Unless you decide you rather wanna stay home.. but I don’t know, that’d suck to be away for so long then,” he murmured. Sophie suggested breakfast and Alex’s stomach grumbled as if he heard that. “Ooh, yes. Breakfast sounds great, I can get in charge of that,” he offered and then soon after was off to the kitchen to start making some breakfast pancakes and toasts for the kids and them to have.

Sophie: There was a roll of her eyes when he said about not needing to be Leia that there were other options. "we already did a baby yoda so that's not so fun to repeat." she said shaking her head, as if they didn't have plenty of time figure this all out, plus she didn't know all his fall tour dates, they could be busy for Halloween for all she remembered. "I haven't decided I want to stay home, unless you want to be away from the kids for months at a time." she murmured. Which she'd respect. "I mean we've managed newborns on a tour bus and we have our own, what would a puppy add to it, and you did say you wanted Noah to grow up with a puppy." she pointed out remember when she was pregnant him saying that. A little while later she could tell he had to be close to finishing breakfast so she gathered the two oldest and got them out to the kitchen and set in their chairs before heading up and grabbing Avery and moving her to her playpen downstairs. "After we eat I'll nurse her so I have more energy."

Alex: Alex almost scoffed when Sophie question whether he rather wanted to be away from the kids for months and he quickly shook his head. “You know I don’t want that,” he murmured with a shrug. He did remember saying something like that, but back then, they had no idea they’d end up with three kids under three and he wasn’t sure how good of an idea it was to bring a puppy into the mix. Though of course they were both impulsive when it came to getting more animals, they’d very much proven that in the last few months. None of that had to be decided this morning though, so Alex wandered into the kitchen instead to make them all some breakfast. He was ready to call for Sophie when she came into the kitchen with the kids and settled them at the table. “Food first, then nursing,” he suggested with a chuckle and poured himself some coffee. “Tea or coffee for you?”

Sophie: "Nursing takes a lot of energy out of you did you know that? I'm so tired afterwards sometimes, especially with them getting older and nursing Noah at night and Avery still." Even though Avery was old enough to eat food, she was showing the least interest in actual food and still just nursing, which the doctor said that was perfectly normal. That some babies took longer some took shorter. So she took some of the pancakes and loaded them up taking a few bites before helping to cut up pancakes on Willa's plate while Alex helped with Noah's. "Um can I have water, caffeine before nursing is going to have her all wired." she chuckled. "Then I'll have a cup of tea." she said but for now water would work.

Alex: “I mean, I could’ve guessed but how would I have been supposed to know?” he murmured with a soft chuckle. Once they were settled, he helped cut up Noah’s pancake so the boy could eat. “Ah that makes sense,” he chuckled and got up briefly to get himself some coffee and a glass of water for Sophie. He took a sip before sitting back down. It was simple, just them as a family sitting together, chatting a bit with Noah all excited about his lightsaber that halfway through breakfast he was determined to go get while Willa was occasionally barking and reaching for Sophie’s phone for more of the filter. When they were done, Alex helped get the kids cleaned off so they could run off again while Sophie got Avery to nurse her and he offered to clean up the kitchen. He was just loading the dishwasher when Sophie’s phone buzzed on the table. Alex furrowed his brows when he saw Rian’s name light up on the screen. “Babe – Rian’s calling you, I’ll just pick it up, yeah?” he called over before he did pick up the phone. “Hi Ri.” “Hi Soph- oh. Hi Al – Tell me Sophie wanted to post that video on Instagram?” the drummer said. “What video?” Alex furrowed his brows, reaching for his own phone and opening Instagram only to find a very adorable video of Willa very publicly posted on Sophie’s Instagram story. “Oh shit.. – Babe! Soph!” Hanging up the phone with Rian, he hurried into the living room with both phones in hand.

Sophie: "I mean I don't think men would know since they can't breastfeed." she laughed softly. Taking a sip of her own water she started to dig into her food. "I was thinking tonight we can try and see if Avery wants to try some mashed potatoes or maybe some apple sauce." Since they had been trying different foods. Of course breakfast was always a bit of chaos and with them having one kid barking and the other child trying to get to his lightsaber. Sophie got up and moved to the couch to get comfortable with Avery while she nursed happily making soft little noises. "Yeah go ahead." she said since she didn't know why Rian would be calling her right now instead of Alex so she figured maybe something was going on with Alex's phone or they had missed it. When Alex came ushering into the room she glanced up, "What?" she furrowed her brows. "Is something wrong?" she asked as she shifted trying not to disturb Avery.

Alex: Somewhere on the way from the kitchen to the living room Alex had ended up ending the phone call with Rian and was now holding both phones out for Sophie to see. “She’s all over,” he said, his phone only just showing the very end of Sophie’s story before something else started and Alex frowned at the sound of a random song playing. He turned his phone around, holding Sophie’s out for her to take while he restarted the story to show to Sophie. “It’s on your Instagram stories,” he said.

Sophie: When he said she's all over she furrowed her brows until she shows the video of Willa with the filter to look like a dog and barking before saying good morning. "Oh my god… how.. I …" she shifted causing Avery to whine and she tried to not move to fast. "Oh my god just..take it down. Go on my phone and take it down." she said gesturing because they never wanted to show of their kids like that. "It was a mistake I didn't think it was posting anything."

Alex: Alex had often ended up deleting things he had posted, whether it was on Instagram or on Twitter (when he was still using that), so he grabbed Sophie’s phone again to get the story deleted. He wasn’t sure how long it had been up for people to see, how many people had recorded and then reposted it. He deleted the story and then took a long breath, unsure what to do while Sophie seemed to be freaking out while trying not to disturb Avery. “I know you didn’t mean to post that,” he said, because he was 100% sure she would’ve asked him if it was okay if she had actually intended to post anything where their kids were so very visible.

Sophie: She shifted Avery off of her and she whined but she put her into the playpen, obviously upset that this was happening. She could only imagine the number of people reposting it on fan sites, on blogs, everywhere. "Oh my god I showed our daughter's face all over the internet. It was an accident I swear." Her tears welling up because she was so upset over the fact that people had seen that when she tried her hardest to keep them concealed, they both did.

Alex: Alex could get really protective over his family, over Sophie and the kids especially and often he’d end up really mad and emotional about these kinds of things but right now, he just knew one of them had to keep a cool head. “Soph,” he said as Avery whined about not being able to nurse anymore. He reached out, taking Sophie’s wrists to pull her in and then he wrapped his arms around her, one hand resting on the small of her back, the other sliding up to hold the back of her neck. “I know you didn’t mean that. I don’t think anyone thinks it was anything but an accident. It’s down now, we’re gonna have to figure out what we can do to get it down from wherever it might’ve been reposted,” he said, swallowing hard.

Sophie: Sophie knew Alex was just as fiercely protective of her and the kids as you could want a partner to be. When he pulled her in he held her tight to his body as she started to cry out of anger at herself. Body shaking a little bit. “I didn’t mean to, I was so stupid for doing that it could have happened.” She said “I was on social media to use the filter I should have known.” The risk of it, she should have known the risk of it all. “We can.. I can.. post a statement asking people to take it down.” She said shaking slightly.

Alex: “You weren’t stupid,” he said softly. “It happens. There’s no point in blaming yourself. You didn’t mean to post it, but it happens.” He held her tight to him, feeling her body shaking and the tears against him. Noah, who was never a fan of his parents being oh so close together, came over and started to push against Alex’s legs to get between him and Sophie, but Alex shook his head slightly. “No, Noah,” he said firmly causing the little boy to whine a little bit but getting over it quickly as he sat down by their feet looking up curiously. “I want you to take a breath first,” Alex said softly for Sophie, his hands moving, arms unwrapping so he could cup her face in his hands instead and brush his thumbs over her cheeks to wipe the tears away. “Then we can figure out what statement to post, okay?”

Sophie: “I just… I should have known better.” She murmured. “Being in social media means that I could have done that and now everyone has seen her face.” She knew part of her was overly protective of showing their kids. To a point that I was probably too much but she understood. Taking a breath as he cupped hr face and brushed away the tears. “I can just say it’s an accident that I’ve always wanted them to have privacy if they ever see them it’s an accident and to please delete it if you’ve posted it for their privacy?”

Alex: “Babe, it was an honest mistake, you couldn’t have known better. And you should not be blaming yourself like that the way you are. It happens.” He gently brushed her tears away and locked their eyes for a moment, nodding when she suggested what to say on her post. “Yeah, that sounds just right. Let them know we never intent on our kids being that publicly posted and we’d appreciate it if anyone who reposted would delete that.”

Sophie: She nodded, “I mean I get people are excited and some genuinely just want to know her but I just think they still deserve privacy for now. Maybe when they’re older.” She said as she sat down. Grabbing her phone she made the post before posting it on her Instagram and hoping that everyone would respect their wishes that if they had the video they at least wouldn’t post it.

[simp47koreancrackheads]

Ok first off: I’m loving LOVING YOONGI’S POV😩😩😩😩😩 it felt so real as if I was next to him hearing the whole thing!! Amazing details and so so so well expressed /narrated 💜💜💜 but also I feel so betrayed???? Wdym I just found out that HE KEPT THE FUCKING BROWIEEEELKHGTKSMSNZLOAUSJ please HES SO CUTE and the way he described her: “he had already thought you were the sun when you first met” like???? Oh my GOD I WOULD DIE if someone refers to me like this!!!! And he did to her!!! And I just know she’ll die!!! When/if she founds out!!! !!!!!!!!!

“You deserved more than anything he could ever give you” all she literally wants is him!!!!!!!!!😭😩 it breaks me that he thinks so low of himself! That he is not deserving of her. And god he’s so wrong. 🥺🥺🥺

Am I going to mention (again) how Teddy is the most precious human being on fictional earth? YES. YES I WILL. I love him bc he tells her what she needs to hear. Good or bad. He always looks after her and I love that he literally made time for her considering hyunjin will leave (HOW COULD YOU😭😭😭 whyyyyyyyyyyyy) and they have so little time left together 🥺 I need him in my life!🤎✨🥺

And oooffffffffff. Seeing this as a crush? BIG MISTAKE because this is long haired min yoongi. Giiiiirrrllllll you’re in troubleeeee🙈🙈🙈 the hair. The skin. The eyes. The lips. The handsssSsssss 🤤🤤🤤🤤 yeah good look baby🙈 also him blushing over her compliments has me kicking my feet in the air!!! THEYRE THE CUTEST!!!!!!!!!

AND THIS IS HOW I KNOW YOU WANT TO KILL ME bc not only they cuddled watching a movie BUT HIS HANDS ON HER??????????? grrrrr woof woof bark bark bark 🤤🤤💘💘💘💘💘💘 stop they’re so cute I’ll never stop saying that!!!

I need them both to accept that they’re flawed but yet still deserving of love!!! This match was made in heaven and I need to see it happening ASAP!!!!

nothing but sweet cute things for this chapter!🫶🏼💘

I hope you never get tired of reading this: you’re amazing. This series is amazing. And THANK YOU for sharing it with us!!💜💜💜🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼💜💜💜

Kintsugi 9

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, eventual fluff

Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.

Word count: 6.2k

Content: MORE Yoongi POV!, um, honestly there's really not anything to warn for in this chapter, I don't think; Yoongi is not having a fun time

A/N: thank you to @quarter-life-crisis2 and @minttangerines for beta-ing this for me!!! Also, I know I have said before that this story is outlined for 10 chapters but it's going to be more like 12, so we're not THAT close to the end yet!!

Chapter Eight | Masterlist

Chapter Nine – Crush 

Yoongi stopped outside your building but you didn’t immediately move to get out of his car. You looked at him and had no name for what you felt, muddled as it was. You didn’t know what to say.  

“Thank you for driving me back,” is where you began. 

Yoongi grunted. 

“I was driving anyway.”  

“Are you ok?”  

He turned towards you and most of his face was in shadow, a lance of light cutting sharply across his face, missing his eyes entirely.  

“I’ll text you tomorrow.” 

You knew what that meant and you didn’t want to push for him to say anything more, not yet. You nodded, opened the passenger door, turned to climb out, and reached out to give his hand one last squeeze. You hadn’t been expecting him to hold on, so when he didn’t let you go, you fell backwards into your seat with a muffled ‘oof’, loud enough though to cover whatever quiet words he uttered. 

“What?”  

“Thanks for coming.”  

His voice was the smallest you’d ever heard it.  

“I’ll always be here for you,” you told him, meaning it, hoping he believed it.  

He let your hand go and didn’t stop you this time when you climbed out of his car and shut the door. You wanted to watch him drive away but you knew he wouldn’t leave until you were safely inside, so you waved and walked into your building.  

Yoongi slipped off his shoes and called out for Cherry, but he needn’t have bothered as she was already hurtling towards him, screaming what he assumed was invective for having left her for so long. He picked her up and carried her to the sofa and he had to remind himself to be careful, to not squeeze her too hard. At least someone was happy to see him.  

He lay, his body feeling thick and heavy, and stared up at the ceiling. The apartment was dark—he hadn’t turned the lights on—and where he had been hoping it would feel like home, that he would feel relieved and comforted to be back in his own space, he felt empty. 

That raw, clawed-out feeling burnt in him. The emptiness rang out in the cold, dead space of the room. He felt skinned alive. Everything he had not wanted to deal with, everything he had been putting off, everything was hiding from, everything that scared him most in the world had come home to roost. All at once. He used to think of you when he felt like this. You made him feel one ounce lighter, one shade brighter, a little less hollow. He would think of you and remember that you were there and remember the promise that you had made and he would go to sleep and wake up to another morning.  

Now, he couldn’t even think of you. Because he couldn’t pretend anymore. Because you had come to Daegu and met his family and held his hand and nothing had ever made him feel more cared for. These feelings that he’d had, that had sparked in him the second you smiled at him and waved him over on that very first evening, that he held close to himself like a warding spell, were no longer under his control.  

He had denied them at first, obviously. Strenuously. You were friendly; he wasn’t used to people being so friendly. You were generous and sweet and overly familiar and it took him off-guard, that was all. Then you gave him a brownie and his heartstrings snapped. He carried that brownie around with him until he had to throw it away, not because he didn’t want to eat it, but because he couldn’t bring himself to make it disappear. It showed him all the ways in which you and his ex-girlfriend were different: all of the ways in which you made him feel happier and lighter and like he was having fun, like he was a person who could have fun and all the ways in which she made him feel bad and irritable and lonely.  

He tried to deny that, too, furious and sick with guilt at his disloyalty. His cowardly resolution was to not talk to you at all, made all the harder by the fact that he ended up at the station next to you and then harder still at the way you kept talking to him, the way you stopped talking to him when he didn’t utter a word in response.  

He usually took a long way home, a detour; sometimes he stopped in at a friend’s for a drink or a snack or he wandered around a convenience store, putting off going home. He didn’t that night because he felt sick with himself, made livid by his own cowardice. So he had walked into his apartment and Cherry had been curled up on sofa, which was very unlike her, but Yoongi hadn’t had to wonder why for very long. His ex had never been quiet and neither, apparently, was the guy she was fucking in Yoongi’s bed.  

He figured he deserved that, but it had also given him a really good excuse to break up with her, to kick her out, to stop feeling guilty when he had realised that he didn’t actually fucking like her at all. The relief he had felt when she left was physical. And fleeting, because then he had felt guilty about the way he had treated you.  

He never intended for you to sleep together. There was no plan. No plan other than seeing if maybe he could be the person you made him feel like. Could he be fun? Could he be a person that someone like you would like? Could he be more like you? But then you had put on that fucking dress and all he’d wanted to do was take it off. You had put on that dress and he had accidentally told you that you looked sexy and you had looked surprised, delighted, so fucking cute and he had been way past most of his inhibitions by that point so he just... kissed you.  

He knew it wasn’t the start of anything. He knew you were going to backtrack, brush him off, sweep it under the carpet. He knew and he forced himself not to mind because everything you had said was right; you had already told him enough about your relationship and break-up for him to know that you wouldn’t have wanted anything with him. And that was fine by him, for the most part. He was safe at this distance, nursing his delicate feelings in secret, unworried at the prospect of being found out or having to do anything about them.  

Besides which, you loved him. You told him that. So quickly that he automatically didn’t believe you, couldn’t believe you, because love doesn’t just spring up like that, but you told him and you called him sweet names like you did Taehyung and you teased him and you showed up and you understood and even though he didn’t think it was possible, not really, he believed you when you said it. He was happy to have you in exactly this capacity because your generosity of spirit and your kindness and the brightness of your spark carried him through. Every time he thought to himself, sad and lonely and miserable, that no one like you would ever want someone like him, that you could never see him as a real man, as a true partner, as someone you might want to be with, he reminded himself that he had you as a friend. That had been enough.  

But now, it wasn’t. Now, Yoongi couldn’t hide from himself anymore. He had, foolishly, when he had been wrung out and exhausted and it was almost five in the morning, told you that he wanted a hug and you had got on the first fucking bus to come and give it to him. It had broken him. It had broken him open and there were worms everywhere. It had been like trying to swim through mud; he was fucking drowning. Then he would see you—in the kitchen, preparing dinner; out in the garden with his nephew; looking tired and biting the inside of your lip like he knew you did when you felt self-conscious—and it was like a lungful of air. Like a lungful air getting punched out of him.  

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough anymore to be your friend, to be at a safe distance. He wanted the distance between you to be atom-thick. He wanted to take a hold of you and never let you go. He wanted to pour his entire wretched heart into your hands.  

He knew he never could.  

You had been clear. You were just friends. You were just friends and, besides, you weren’t seeing anyone right now; you were off romance, off relationships. Everything would have had to be different for him to stand a hope in hell of getting what he wanted. Though, in a warped kind of way, he didn’t really want to get what he wanted either. Because, as much as he wanted to be with you, he didn’t want you to be with him. You deserved more. You deserved better. You deserved the best. He was far from that.  

You had said so yourself that people like you—people like the person you had been—people like Yoongi, they were burdens. You had said you were unlovable and you had said so many times that you and he were the same. He looked at how you saw yourself and he knew you saw him the same way. How you used to see yourself anyway. Because you were brighter now, lighter, genuinely happier and more confident. He didn’t know how it was possible because he had already thought you were the sun when you first met, but the brittleness of your spite had disappeared, the frequency with which you joked about dying had diminished, and there was something more peaceful about you now, the spikes of your anxiety more like ripples.  

Yoongi wasn’t ripples. Yoongi wasn’t even spikes. He was a pit. An abyss. A blackhole. And the very last thing he wanted was to suck you into the middle of it. You deserved more than anything he could ever give you, so he could never tell you how he felt. And now that feeling hurt.  

You sent a text to Taehyung as soon as you stepped inside your apartment. 

[18:31]  You: can you please come over so I can have my crisis now? 

[18:34]  Teddy 🐻: ofc sweet thing. I'll text you when I'm on my way xxx 

* 

The door beeped and you were just about to sit up from your slouched position on the sofa and exclaim about how glad you were that Taehyung was here, when you spotted Hyunjin just behind him and you stopped. 

“Hey!”  

You greeted them both but it came out a little more hesitant than you liked. 

“Hey! Don’t worry, I’m not staying,” Hyunjin replied with a wide smile. “My friend lives around the corner so I’m going to hang out with him for a bit but I thought I’d come up to say hey, happy new year.” 

He shrugged and your heart melted. 

“Oh, bless you! Happy new year, babe! Got any resolutions?” 

“I don’t know,” he answered lightly, casting his eyes about, nodding his head side to side. “Have more fun? Take more chances?” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

“What about y-” 

“No, do not ask about mine. I cannot even fathom having a resolution about anything right now. Why do you think Teddy’s here? He has to tell me what to do with my life, as usual.” 

As if on cue, Taehyung handed you a glass of wine from a bottle he had taken out of your fridge.  

“I’ll leave you guys to it. Just wanted to say hey. So, hey.” 

“Hey,” you repeated with a wave as he shut the door and left the two of you alone.  

Taehyung sank into the sofa with a sigh that was unlike him and you eyed him suspiciously. 

“What’s up with you?” 

“We’re not here for me, babe; this is your crisis.” 

“No, there’s something going on. You have energy.” 

“It’s really nothing,” he insisted, taking a long gulp from his wine glass.  

“Tell me or I won’t tell you anything. The entire fucking confection, Teddy.” 

He looked at you, blinked slowly, and then put his wine glass back on the coffee table. 

“Hyunjin is leaving.” 

“What do you mean leaving?” 

“Leaving Korea. He’s going to Paris.” 

“What?!” 

“Yeah... But it’s fine.” 

“Fuck off is it fine! He can’t leave! He can’t leave you! Why? Why is he going?”  

You felt betrayed on his behalf. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Taehyung and Hyunjin were perfect together, everyone knew. How could he just leave? You reached out to take his hand but he pulled it back. 

“He got a graduate scholarship thing for the- I don’t know the name, it’s in fucking French, Beaux-Arts school or something.” 

“Aren’t there arts schools in Seoul?” you demanded. 

Taehyung smiled in appreciation of your outrage, but he shook his head. 

“Not like this one. This is a huge opportunity for him; he couldn’t turn it down. I wouldn’t have let him even if he’d suggested it... And anyway, it’s not like we were serious; this was always a casual-” 

“FUCK. OFF. You and your bullshit ‘casual thing’. He was your fucking Morticia, Teddy.” 

“I’m serious,” he said, in the voice that brooked no nonsense. Then he sighed. “He’s been applying for this stuff since before we started seeing each other; this was always going to happen. That’s why we were trying to keep it casual. And I’m happy for him, genuinely. He deserves it. It’s an incredible opportunity and I’m glad that he’s got it...” 

“Just also kind of fucking sucks, too.” 

He began to nod but then it changed to a shake. 

“No. No. No, I’m not doing all of that. He leaves in two weeks. In two weeks, I will be sad. In two weeks, you can have another family emergency and take care of me when I can’t get off the sofa and want to drown in vodka ice-cream floats. But I’m not sad yet, now, because he’s still here. So it’s fine.” 

You looked at him carefully and he let you when you tried to take his hand again. 

“Ok, but also, I am really fucking sorry and you have to promise you’ll tell me when you are sad. You carried me through a break-up and I want to do the same for you.” 

“Oh, darling, I’ll be putting you through your paces, don’t you worry about that.” 

He knocked his glass against yours, as if making a deal, and you forced him to let you give him a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. Then he shuffled to face you properly. 

“Come on, then. That’s out of the way. You can have your crisis. Start from the beginning.” 

That you could do. The start was easy. 

“Ok, so I was with my parents over Christmas and we went to the supermarket...” 

* 

“I just don’t know what to do,” you said when you very quickly reached the point at which things stopped being easy and stopped making sense. “I don’t understand. I don’t know how I feel and I don’t know what to do with that. I have Feelings, Teddy, you know this. My feelings are always big and loud and strong and I know what they are—no matter how unreasonable or disproportionate or stupid, I know what my feelings are. Always. And now I just... don’t? And I don’t know how to find out. And I don’t know what to do or what to say or what anything means and it’s all so confusing and c-” 

“Ok,” Taehyung held up a hand to stop you. “Can I tell you what I think?” 

“That’s literally why you are here.” 

“You have feelings for Yoongi.” 

It made you squirm to hear him say it out loud like that. Something didn’t feel right about it. It made you feel uncomfortable, made you want to shrink away from him and cover yourself. There was a discomfiting churning in your guts that made your body feel weak. You shook your head. 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

You knew that you had started this, that this conversation was happening because you had said to him that you thought that maybe, actually, perhaps, you did have feelings for Yoongi but hearing him say it out loud, such a bald statement like that, made you recoil. You wanted to chop those feelings off at the root- pull them up from the roots before they could sprout. No, you couldn’t have feelings for Yoongi. 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

“I said NO!”  

You picked up a cushion and tried to hit him, not gently, in the face. He had his arms up in front of him before it could make contact and he merely took it from you and placed it on the floor next to him. 

“And I said yes.” 

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” 

You picked up another cushion and he was so shocked that you called him by his actual name, his full name, that this one hit him square in the face. When the cushion fell, he looked at you, open-mouthed, genuinely surprised for a moment, before his face settled into exactly the sort of face a teacher might use on a child who was having a tantrum. 

“Babygirl, I can see you’re getting angry,” he said, using the most patronising tone he could muster. He even reached out and took one of your hands in his. “And what do we know about anger, hm? It’s a secondary emotion, that’s right. So what do we do when we’re feeling angry?” 

“I want you to get out of my house.” 

“No, you don’t,” he said in retort, back to his normal voice. “You want me to say that you don’t have feelings for Yoongi and everything will go back to normal and you don’t have to worry about anything. But that’s not fucking true.” 

You flopped backwards against the sofa and sighed, defeated, feeling an enormous wobble start in your chest. You did your best to beat it back but it still choked your voice when you next spoke. 

“I don’t want to have feelings for him.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because it’s Yoongi.”  

“It is. Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”  

You didn’t want to say it all. You didn’t want this to become clear. You hated the confusion but this would be even worse. Because Yoongi was safe to you; he was your safe space, in a way that was different from Taehyung, and you’d done that. You’d had a safe space; you’d had a boyfriend who was your safe space and it had been your downfall. He had broken up with you for it. You couldn’t lose Yoongi. You couldn’t go through it again; you wouldn’t make it out the other side, you just knew. 

“I love him,” you said quietly, tears brimming. “He’s my friend. It’s too much.” 

Taehyung nodded and thought for a minute or two while you sat sniffling next to him. 

“Yes,” he said eventually. “It’s scary... What about if we made it less scary?” 

You looked at him doubtfully but this was where Taehyung shone: trying to convince you of his visions. 

“Having big, new, romantic feelings is terrifying, but have you ever had a crush? That's fun, right? Like with me and Hyunjin, how I would go into the café and hope he was there and I’d see if he drew a little smiley face or flower on my cup and how I alwa-” 

“I fucking told you you were dotty about him from the start! Playing it cool, my fucking arse.” 

“Yes, yes, fine, I admit it. But it was fun. You remember having a crush, a harmless, cute, little crush that never has to go anywhere-” 

“Like you and Hyunjin, you mean?” 

He rolled his eyes. 

“Ok, fine, that wasn’t a good example, but you know what I’m talking about. That guy who always gets the same train as you, or who lives in your building, who you see from time to time and you get to just go mad fantasising about him and what he’s like and what your relationship would be like and all that. That’s fun, right?” 

Yes, you could remember those feelings. The bubbliness, the fizzing, the curling in your toes and sparkling in your eyes. You didn’t see how that could possibly apply to your situation though. 

“What I’m saying is,” he continued, reading your mind, “can you... lean into this? Lean into your feelings and just... have a crush on him?” 

You looked at him in disbelief.  

“You’re fighting your feelings right now, right? You’re so confused and upset because, as you literally just said, you don’t want to have feelings for him. You’re trying to deny it. I’m saying... don’t. Give in to it. Just to see. Try the feelings on. Maybe they’re not comfortable and you don’t like them and you do want to be just friends with Yoongi. But maybe they are comfortable and you will have clarity on what you want because you’ll have let yourself feel things.” 

“You know I’m not going to pay you for this therapy session.” 

You were pouting, sulking. You didn’t want him to be right—you never wanted him to be right about your life, even though he always was and you were always grateful to him for it in the end. You just didn’t like this part, where he was able to poke around your insides and see you better than you saw yourself. 

He grinned. 

“I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know, love. You said it yourself: your feelings are bloody loud. You know what you’re feeling and your feelings are arguing with each other.” 

You sighed dramatically with a heave of your chest. 

“I don’t know how to have a crush on Yoongi.” 

“That’s why you try.” 

“What if I do it and I really do have feelings?” 

“That’s when you tell him.” 

You grimaced at the thought, squashing yourself against the sofa and away from Taehyung. You could never. But you would try this crush thing; it gave you some direction, some way to channel your feelings. You would do it in the hopes that it didn’t work. You hoped whatever you were feeling now would go away. You and Yoongi were just friends. That was the whole point. That was it. Nothing more. You would prove it.  

Your fortnightly dinners were reinstated and the following Friday was your first opportunity to test this out. A crush, you reminded yourself. A cute, innocent crush. You pretended to yourself that your nerves were excitement, that the anxiety was anticipation. That the sweat in your palms and snakes in your gut and the buzzing sound at the back of your mind—all good things.  

It got off to a bad start because Yoongi looked so worn and tired when you saw him. All your nerves were replaced with worry and a sinking in your stomach and a rift opening up in your heart. He insisted he was fine; it was weird adjusting to being back; he was still processing Daegu. He was fine, he said. He was fine. He promised you. And then you could see him making the effort to be a little brighter, to smile a little wider than he wanted to. You loved him, you reminded yourself; he was your Yoongi, your person, your friend.  

“I may have to cancel our next dinner, just so you know,” you told him as you picked up a slice of the pizza he had ordered (which is how you knew he was not fine, not really). “Hyunjin is leaving Korea and I don’t know how Teddy will deal so I want to make sure I’m available.” 

“Oh, he’s leaving? Where to?” 

“He’s going to fucking Paris to become Monet or some shit.” 

You weren’t angry with him, not really, but you were angry with the situation and it was such a clean feeling, amongst the mud of all your others, that you indulged in it. 

“That’s a real shame.-” 

“Yeah, and you never even so much as got to kiss him.” 

His mouth twitched up. 

“Truly the greatest tragedy of my life.” 

“You’ll live.” 

“Yes, but is a life in which you’ve never kissed Hyunjin really a life worth living?” 

“Guess we’ll just have to find out.” 

* 

You felt him relax as the night wore on; he was a little less brittle, a little softer, and you hoped he was feeling better. He had spent weeks living with people--his family—and then come back to an empty apartment to live alone; that would’ve been a tricky adjustment at any time, but especially when his grandfather had just died, and especially because it was him and you knew how he felt about his family, his home, himself.  

His sharp edges worn a little smoother, though, meant that your worry eased and, without even trying to, you were looking at him differently. Noticing things you maybe hadn’t before. His hair was thick and dark and longer than you had ever seen it; it suited him. It looked good when he pushed his hand through it and it immediately fell back in strands over his face. You hoped it wouldn’t annoy him into cutting it off.  

“Your hair looks nice,” you said, without thinking, regretting it immediately when he looked at you, a surprised ‘o’ on his pouty mouth, his eyes wide and disbelieving. 

“Thanks?” 

You felt embarrassment creep up your neck and you didn’t know what to do. You suddenly couldn’t remember what you would usually do or say. You chuckled and bit the inside of your lip, hoping he wouldn’t notice. You wanted to reach out and trail your fingers through it, just a little, a gesture more than a touch but you didn’t know if that was something you would do, as just a friend. Your mind had gone blank. Would that be weird?  

“Yeah,” you said, somewhat pointlessly, to break the silence more than anything else. “It’s um, it’s long. You’ve grown it long.” 

He shrugged. 

“I haven’t really grown it; I just haven’t cut it. My mum said I should. She wanted me to cut it for the funeral actually but I didn’t have time.” 

“No, you look good with longer hair. Really good.” 

That was too much, wasn’t it? All your jitters had returned but it was almost worth it with the way his ears went pink at the tips and his mouth pulled into a pursed, shy pout.  

“I’ll tell her,” he said, a half smirk on his face, making eye contact with you for only milliseconds at a time.  

* 

You were exhausted by the time his apartment door was shutting behind you and, when you got home, you did something you almost never do: you wrote in a journal. It was something your therapist had you do in the immediate aftermath of San breaking up with you, when your feelings were so strong and so many that you couldn’t get your mouth around them, couldn’t parse them because of the way they howled around you in a screaming gale. This wasn’t that, but you had now spent a fortnight with everything buzzing incessantly in your head and Taehyung might have helped (or might not have—jury was still out) but you had to try to find some kind of clarity, to at least purge these feelings so they existed somewhere other than your brain.  

You repeated this over the coming days, scribbling furiously whenever your mind turned to Yoongi (which it did, all too often) and you were relieved when you had to cancel your next dinner together (Hyunjin had left and Taehyung was calling you from his sofa). Relieved because all your writing made the crush thing easy; it was easy in your imagination but you didn’t know how you could do it in real life, faced with the real him.  

You found out a couple of weeks later. You weren’t nervous this time because you felt inured to it by now. You had exorcised your anxiety and you thought you had exorcised the crush, too—you had thought of little else and the familiarity of those feelings was starting to reassure you. All the things you were feeling were things you had felt all along; you had always known he was handsome, and cute, and funny; you already knew he was kind and sensitive and generous. None of this was news to you so you didn’t need to fear romantic feelings or test a crush anymore. He was the same Yoongi he’d always been. 

Then you opened the door to him with half his hair tied in a bun on top of his head and, when you meant to say hello, what came out was, 

“U-h, um.” 

“Hello?”  

He looked at you, theatrically quizzical, and walked past you into your apartment. He placed a box on the counter—dessert—and was peering into the pan on your stove when he noticed you were still staring. 

“What?” 

You merely gestured to your head and swallowed. He mirrored your gesture and looked hesitant. 

“It stops it getting in my face,” he said, unsurely, as if you had been asking for an explanation.  

You could see his cheeks turning pink and he was reaching backwards, as if to take out the hair tie holding it there. 

“No, no!” you exclaimed. “It looks good. Uh...” You cleared your throat. “Really good.” 

You felt a little breathless, your chest a little tight, your stomach fluttering.  

It turned out that, all this time, as you had been writing down, with such confidence, all the things you liked about Yoongi, all his good qualities, all the things that anyone with a crush on him would believe, thinking that it was catharsis, that you were expelling these feelings, you had really been confirming them. You saw his smooth, shiny skin and his dark, narrow eyes, crinkling at the corners when he smiled, when he laughed, when he opened his mouth wide and showed his tiny teeth and it made your heart flutter; you saw his hands, deftly untying the ribbon he had put on the dessert box and it made your own fingers twitch with how much you wanted to touch him; your mouth was dry looking at his pink lips, the strong arch of his cupid’s bow—every time you remembered the name, you remembered Hallowe’en and how much fun you had had, how easily Yoongi had slipped in, and it made you feel warm in a way that also made you wobble. It made you feel soft and scared and like this wasn’t just a crush.  

You shook your head to dispel the thought and set about serving up dinner. You ate it, as you always had, at your little makeshift table, and you talked and you tried to concentrate on the things he was saying, but he was so close to you, always so close to you in the confines of your miniscule apartment, that you found it difficult not to let your mind wander. You could barely remember what it was like to kiss him—that night was still a blur—and it made it all the more tantalising. This knowledge that you had, somewhere in the recesses of your mind, you imagined it coming back the second you kissed him again; you would remember it from that night but it would also feel like you had kissed him a thousand times already, like your mouths knew each other in lifetimes before, like somewhere your souls had previously met and you had been doing this all along.  

“So?” Yoongi asked, nudging you with his foot and bringing you back into the room. 

“Huh, what? Yes.” 

He grinned, knowing he had caught you not listening. 

“My birthday party; will you come?” 

“What?! Oh my god, it’s your birthday?! Of course! Happy- wait, when is it?” 

His eyes were crinkling again and your heart was skipping beats. 

“9th March, a few weeks. Party is on the 10th.” 

“Obviously, I would love to come. What do you want?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean as a present. What do you want for your birthday?” 

He shook his head. 

“Nothing.” 

“Yoongi, I have to get you something.” 

“No, you don’t. I don’t want anything. Just come.” 

You rolled your eyes. You decided not to fight with him because you needed to preserve your energy for worrying about what to get him.  

* 

Usually, you had dinner and dessert and sometimes an extra drink or two and that was it, but you didn’t want this night to end. You hadn’t been spending time together outside of these dinners and you wanted to maximise this time; you didn’t want him to leave. Not yet.  

“Want to watch a film or something?” you asked as you stood from your stool and piled dishes in the sink. 

“Oh, uh, ok, sure.” 

“You pick; the remote’s on the table, I think. I’ll wash up while you choose.” 

“I can wash up.”  

He was moving next to you, reaching for the bowls in your hand. 

“Fuck off, babe. I’m doing them. You go and sit down.”  

You fixed him with a determined glare and he backed down. 

“What sort of films do you like?” 

“I’m best friends with Teddy; I promise you, I can sit through anything. Put on whatever you like.” 

“Tazza?” 

“Yeah, sure, what’s that?” 

When there was only silence in response, you turned around from the sink to see him looking at you in shocked incomprehension. 

“What do you mean, ‘what is that’? Have you not seen Tazza?” 

“Haven’t heard of it.” 

“How is that even possible? Come here right now, we’re going to watch it.” 

“Give me a minute!” 

* 

You pushed your luck, pushed your nerves to the limit. You curled yourself into Yoongi, telling yourself that you would happily sit like this with Taehyung so why should Yoongi be any different? You were the only one who knew it was different; there was plausible deniability all over this thing! You stretched your legs out over his lap and, eventually, he rested a hand on your knee; it was heavy and warm and distracting. You shuffled down and rested your head on his shoulder; you hoped he might shift and put his arm around you, or if not around you, at least over the back of the sofa so you could snuggle down further, smell the detergent on his shirt, maybe feel the hair at the nape of his neck. He didn’t. You tried not to be disappointed. 

You also tried to follow the film, you really did, but when Yoongi’s other hand came to rest next to his other, just a little higher on your leg, over your thigh, you found yourself incapable of paying attention to anything else. You wanted to take his hand, hold it, lace your fingers with his. You wanted to trace the vein on his hand all the way up his arm, wondering if it was true what the Greeks said and it really did go all the way to his heart. You didn’t do that. You just kept staring at it, imagining that you could.  

You tipped your head up to look at him, the profile of his face; a loose strand—freed from its elasticated prison—fell over his eye and you couldn’t resist the urge to try to tuck it gently behind his ear. It immediately fell forward again when he turned to look at you. The swoop in your stomach almost made you gasp and you flicked your eyes back to the TV screen, feeling the heat in your cheeks and the stutter in your heart.  

* 

When the film ended, you wanted to think of something else to get him to stay longer but it was already late and he was already stifling his yawns. So you let him get up, you forced him to take back some of the yakgwa he made (he may have missed that class but he certainly made up for it; they were better than any you had ever attempted), and you closed the door behind him with a sigh.  

You reminded yourself that this was a crush. It was a fun, harmless, innocent, little crush. That was all. Nothing to get carried away with. Nothing to be scared of. Just a crush. A crush. 

But it was also Yoongi and your heart was starting to ache.  tags: @chimmisbae, @idkjustlovingbts @miriamxsworld, @quarter-life-crisis2, @tarahardcore, @simp47koreancrackheads, @xyahrinx, @olyd, @diorh0seokie, @thelilbutifulthings

Chapter Eight | Masterlist

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Lookism Chapter 433 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

I’m sorry for posting this SUPER LATE!! With school and all of that now occupying my schedule, these might be uploaded every week around this time. 😓 I apologize in advance. 🙏🏽 BUT AYO. LETS GET IT, LETS GET IT, LETS GET ITTTTT!!! So last chapter, when Daniel’s mom heard that Daniel was looking for Jinyeong Park, she reacted like this:

And everybody was like, “Whaaaaaaat? Why she do dat?” 🤔 Well, everybody grab your popcorn because we gon LEARN TODAY-

WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!!! BARK, BARK, BARK!!! AWWWOOOOOOOOGAH!!!!!! *ahem* Sorry everybody, just lost control for a second there. Brain malfunctioning, and whatnot. I guess PTJ wanted to add James Lee into the Bathrobe Club or something.

AWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Got me howling and shit. 🗣🗣🗣

Pleeeeease tell us Mama Park. WE NEED TO KNOW!!! 😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Awww this broke my heart. 💔 Whatever happened with Jinyeong must’ve been painful for her to bear the past like that.

Oh wow. So now we get a dad reveal of Daniel's father? Nah, sorry. They don't look related to me. There also could have been some sort of issue here. Like, Jinyeong used to be Daniel's dad's best friend. And Daniel's dad might have had some sort of issue with fertility or something, so he decided to ask Jinyeong to donate sperm because he sees him as his brother...? Idk man. That's just my theory...

Ah, so THAT'S what happened to Daniel's dad. Ok, ok, that makes sense that his mom would raise him on his own all this time. But, I really want to know how his mom got to such a state that she has to collect cardboard boxes just to provide for her son...

IDK DANIEL, THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY THAT JINYEONG COULD BE YOUR BIOLOGICAL DA- ... My theory is so far-fetched. 💀💀💀💀 THIS AIN'T IT.

AYOOOOOOO. CALLED IT. (not the sperm donor part) BUT THEY MUST'VE BEEN BESTIES!!! 😳

AHHHHHHHHH JAKE IS BACK!!!! But ik he isn't ok emotionally. This guy going through a lot. 😔

NOOOOOOOO. BABY BOY, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER IT. IT ISN'T YOUR FAULT!!! It was unfortunate that they got caught, but you really didn't intentionally lead them to that situation. It just so happens that they got captured. 😭

YESSSSS GO SAVE THEM JAKE!!!! GOOOOOOO!!!

YES YOU CAN!!!! JAKE, I BELIEVE IN YOU. 😤👍🏽

Oooooo who will it be? 👀

Ohhhh dang. It's another person from the 0 Gen. 😳 I wonder what his role was in Gapryong's Dragon Fist gang. But I stg. If this man backstabs Jake after telling him that he's indebted to his dad...

*WARNING: O F F E N S I V E M E M E*

Sorry, but this is what I imagined in my head. 😬

Athlete's Foot is back. 😭 Also, I can't wait to see his family's reaction to his new self. 😎

HE'S SO CUTE HERE!!! AHHHHHHHHH DANNY BOY SUPREMACY!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Ohhhh boy, and they're back at it again... 💀💀💀

OMGGGGGGG HERE IT IS!!!! (forget all of them snickering about Daniel, I just wanna see their reactions 😈)

HAHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS. BOW DOWN, AND BEHOLD, PEASANTS!!! 😤😤😤 /j

It really do be like that.

I love how proud Mama Park is of Daniel because he has matured so much. Just like I mentioned in the previous chapter, his character growth really is something else. So proud of him! 💖

Whew, it's Grandma's turn...

I'm sorry guys, I had to squeeze all of these panels all in somehow. 😅 But DAMN. HOW DID THIS TURN FROM 0 TO 100 REAL QUICK??? It went from happy family bonding to THE CONJURING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WTHHHH. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 (Tbh this gave me flashbacks to the Cult Arc ngl)

And Grandma got some beef with Jinyeong Park. SHE SAID, "CATCH MY HANDS, YOU BASTARD!!!" BUT HEY, SHE MAY BE OLD BUT SHE CAN STILL THROW 'EM. 😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽 TBH I FOUND THIS SCENE HILARIOUS FOR SOME REASON BECAUSE OF HOW UNEXPECTED SHE REACTED ALL OF A SUDDEN. She always seemed like the calmest old lady ever, but I guess this scene switched it up a bit. A COMPLETE 180° LMAO. EXCITED FOR GRANDMA PARK TO TUSSLE AHAHAHAHAHA (That was a joke. 💀 If she does end up doing it, then I'm afraid that she might hurt her back.) But I hope they DO explain what Jinyeong's deal is.

Overall, I'm VERY sorry that this is really late, and for the lack of memes again. 😭😭😭 I hope y'all will still look forward to these, and I'll try to upload the next review for the upcoming chapter sooner. ❤️

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Little Pet

{Delinquent! Akaza x Student! Reader & Kyojuro}

In this fic, Akaza and reader are 19 while Kyojuro is 20

Akaza is human in this, but he keeps his demon traits (aka pink hair and gold eyes)

Warnings: cuckolding, dumbification, name calling, rough sex, pet/master tones, degrading, choking, spitting, slapping, just slight bdsm themes if you squint

A/N: whew I love me some basketball demon … who isn’t even a demon in this fic but whatever. I was very self indulgent with this lmaoo, so akaza has a ton of piercings woof woof

Word count: 8.3k

You hated him, honestly you did. He was nothing but irritating, unbearable and downright disrespectful. You could spot him from a mile away with the neon hot pink hair he had. When he was asked why he dyed it that color, he said it was because it was the most obnoxious color he could find.

His name? Hakuji.

But he strictly went by his alias, Akaza.

Anyone who called him by his first name would be beaten, so badly you may never hear from them again. He was a violent man, a cocky one at that. Every aspect of his appearance was meant to irritate the teachers. The neon hot pink hair we mentioned before wasn’t the only thing that stood out. He had three black bands tattooed on his forearms, meant to be criminal markings.

There was a silver eyebrow piercing right above his left eye, a black lip ring on the right side of his mouth. The most scandalous one of all was the silver ball tongue piercing. One that saw the light of day quite often with the way he ran his mouth. Your issue with him wasn’t even anything said above, it was his attitude towards you. It was different from the way he treated others, it was lighthearted.

His verbal attacks to you were never quite malicious, they were flirty even. You didn’t dare acknowledge it, you had tried once and he nearly made you the verbal punching bag of the school. That was the thing with Akaza, he may have teachers petrified of him. But for most members of the student body, this man was a god.

To others, he was the devil incarnate. It all depended where he stood with you. His opinion on you could make or break your whole school career.

“Good morning y/n~”

You held in a groan, looking up to see the pink haired man standing above you with a lollipop dangling between his lips. “Good morning, Akaza.” If you didn’t say it back, there would no doubt be hell to pay. He took the chair next to yours, flinging his legs up on the desk and leaning back with his arms behind his head. You glanced towards the front of the room, the teacher pausing his reading to look. The second Akaza’s eyes met his, he looked away.

You rolled your own, it was insane the amount of fear the man next to you had put into people. “So what are you up to today?” His voice was sickly sweet, one hand coming down to pull the sucker from his lips. You blinked at him, “I’m learning? Because we are in school.” You looked away from him, eyes reading over your notes. “Well princess, how about you skip with me?” Your eyebrow twitched, “don’t call me that.”

“How about Doll? Baby? Oh! I know, I’ll call you pet.”

You glared over at him, a shit eating grin plastered to his face. “Whatever.” You barked at him, forcing yourself to look back at your notebook. “How’s that little boy toy of yours?” You groaned, not even bothering to look. “Kyojuro is wonderful.” You knew he despised your boyfriend, it was a wonder that he was so infatuated with you. “Oh that’s just great.” The sarcasm in his voice was more than apparent.

“Why do you ask when you know you can’t stand him?” You looked at him now, watching him toy with the gauge in his ear. “It amuses me. I love to hear how he’s doing, considering he’s in college.” Every word was strained, as you studied his face you noticed the twitch in his eyebrow. “You’re full of shit.” You chewed on your inner cheek, watching his face morph through different emotions before settling on mock hurt.

“You wound me, pet.”

“Stop calling me that.” You set your pen down, resting your cheek on your hand as you glared at him. “I’ll call you whatever I please, little pet. Anyways, if you aren’t going to skip with me then I have no use for you.” He began to get up from his chair, “though it is a shame, you know I don’t like having people tell me no.” The lollipop was back between his lips, a smirk creeping up his face as he watched your eyes follow it. “Don’t be like that.” You watched his eyes trail over your face, settling back down in his chair.

“Well since you looked so cute asking me. I’ll give you one more chance.” He put his elbow on the desk behind him, legs crossing as one hand came up to pull at the lollipop stuck between his teeth. “I’m touched.” You deadpanned, eyes turning back to your notebook. “I’m giving you a second chance, the least you could do is keep your eyes on me.” You don’t know why those words affected you the way they did, but he had your full attention now.

“Such a good little pet. Now I’m going to ask you again, and you’ll use that pretty little brain of yours to give me the correct answer. Do you want to skip with me?” He watched you hesitate, mouth opening slightly but no words came out. “Don’t test me, pet.” This time you found your voice. “I’ll skip with you.” He smirked, lollipop moving to the side of his cheek. “I’ll skip with you, master.” He corrected you. “Don’t push it Akaza.”

“You know I love to push limits.” He was out of his chair and making his way towards the door. “Come along now.” You followed reluctantly, throwing your items in your bag and chasing after him. “Where exactly are we going?” The bell ringing signified classes had begun, you hoped your teachers would understand. “To visit your boyfriend of course!” You nearly tripped over your own two feet. “How’d you know he was at work?” Was he actually keeping tabs on your boyfriend?

“I passed by that little cafe on my way here. How cute, a little barista boyfriend for a perfect little y/n.” You couldn’t understand why Akaza was so annoyed by you being with Kyojuro. “Oh give me a break!” You caught the door as he pushed it open, of course he wouldn’t hold it for you. “A master never gives their pet a break if they want them to be obedient.” He really wasn’t going to let the nickname go. “Your sweet Kyojuro should be very happy to see you. I wonder how he’ll feel seeing you with me?”

You flinched, why hasn’t that thought dawned on you yet? Kyojuro and Akaza simply didn’t get along, even when Kyojuro was still in school with you. Kyojuro never raised his hand back to Akaza, even when Akaza struck him. There was only one exception to that “never”… and it was you. You remembered that day quite well. Akaza had been trying to make a pass on you, hands lingering too long where they should have never been in the first place. That was the final straw for Kyojuro, neither man left that fist tunscathed. Kyojuro though, was a little more beaten up than Akaza.

“Are you day-dreaming, pet? You must be.” You were pulled from your thoughts as a flick landed against your forehead. “H-hey!” You glared at him, rubbing your forehead as he began to laugh. “Pay attention, I was talking to you.” He tisked at you before turning away. “Sorry…” you looked down at your feet as you walked, watching the sidewalk move below you. “I’m still waiting for my answer.” You blinked, head shooting up to look at his back. What question had he asked? After a moment it dawned on you.

“I don’t think he’ll be very pleased to see us together.”

“Precisely! What a smart girl.”

Had he not sounded so condescending, you would have laughed. You spotted the small cafe, dread filling you at the idea of Kyojuro seeing you two together. It made sense why he was so determined to bring you out. He was in the mood to fight. That was the only logical reason in your head as you both waited for the crosswalk to turn green. You flinched again, this time it was the sound of Akaza’s teeth crushing the lollipop. You glanced over, watching a smirk creep up his face as he stared straight ahead. “Did I startle you?”

“Just a little.” You hated that you felt so skittish, being with the man beside you put you on edge. The light turned green signalling the two of you to cross, as you neared you saw the familiar flame colored hair of your boyfriend through the windows. You glanced at Akaza one more time, the smirk on his face making your chest feel tight. The tiny chime of a bell signaled to Kyojuro that more customers had entered the shop.

“Welcome!” He glanced up a moment later, the smile on his face faltering as his eyes landed on Akaza. You swallowed, watching his brow twitch before he realized there was someone next to the pink haired man…you. “Y/n!” His smile returned, you gave a hesitant one back. You watched the realization dawn on his face, you made your way to the counter in hopes of keeping Akaza from making a scene. “Why aren’t you in class?” Kyojuro had decided to fully ignore the pink haired man walking up behind you.

“Akaza wanted me to skip with him, he wanted to visit you.” Kyojuro caught on to your slightly strained voice, an apologetic look filled his eyes. “I see. Well, what do you two want to drink?” You noticed the tension in his shoulders, his eyes weren’t as big and bright as usual. “I’ll take my usual, Kyo.” You smiled softly, wanting to reach out and touch his hand. “I’ll do the same as her. I’d also like you to join us.” Akaza slapped money down on the counter, a lazy grin spreading across his face. You caught sight of his tounge piercing as he spoke.

“Coming right up.” Kyojuro turned away, calling back to someone you couldn’t see. “I’ll take my break now if that’s alright, Giyu?” You recognized the name, Giyu was a quiet man who Kyojuro met during one of his college classes. You heard a quiet “okay, enjoy.” from behind the counter, Kyojuro emerged a second later with both drinks in hand. “Right this way.” You took your drink from him, smiling as he kissed the top of your head. Next to you Akaza made a fake gagging noise.

Kyojuro brought you towards the back of the cafe, a small corner booth that felt secluded. You slid in first, Kyojuro taking his seat beside you while Akaza took the seat opposite. “So why exactly did you force y/n to skip with you?” Kyojuro’s hand rested on your thigh under the booth, you were still tense but his presence had calmed you down considerably. “Because I wanted to see you of course, Kyojuro~”

You were surprised by the flirtatious tone, side eyeing Kyojuro who seemed un-phased. “You didn’t need to drag her along to come see me, Akaza.” His thumb was rubbing soothing circles just under the hem of your uniform skirt. “Oh I know, but this matter requires their input as well as yours.” So he had a proposition to make? What could Akaza possibly want to do with the two of you? “Quit beating around the bush and spit it out. My break is only fifteen minutes.”

Kyojuro was in absolutely no mood to hear what the man had to say. “Okay okay, not in the mood. I get it Kyojuro~” Akaza sipped his drink slowly, eyes trailing over Kyojuro until he spotted his hand below the table. His eyebrow cocked up, the piercing catching the light. He said nothing, judging by your expression there was nothing interesting happening. “Anways. I want you to give me a chance. Let me have some fun with y/n.” Your eyes widened, was he really suggesting that?

“Pardon me?” Kyojuro’s hand tightens on your thigh, eyes narrowing at Akaza. “You heard me. I’m asking you to let me fuck her.” Your mouth parted now, head whipping to look at Kyojuro. His brows were furrowed, much to your shock it seemed he was actually contemplating an answer. “Why would I say yes to that?” Kyojuro’s elbow came up to rest on the table, his cheek pressing into his closed fist. “Oh, for many reasons my dear Kyojuro~”

You were both silent, waiting for him to continue. “Well, to start. I simply think I can pleasure her better than you can.” Starting off with a low blow, you were a bit offended for Kyojuro…though he didn’t seem to phased. “I think you’re a little too high and mighty for my taste. Y/n would surely enjoy a night with me. Hell I’ll even let you watch and see how much better I can do her.” You felt invisible in that moment. “So what you’re saying Akaza, is that you want to fuck my girlfriend while I watch. Is that right?”

“Such a smart boy! That’s correct.” His tongue stuck out between his teeth, just enough to show off the silver piercing. “Well, Akaza. I’ll let y/n make that choice.” You felt a chill run down your spine, was this a test? “M-me?” Your eyes shot between the two men. “It’s you we are talking about, it’s only right for you to make the choice.” Akaza’s words held no sort of malice or annoyance. For the first time, he was addressing you properly. “You can do whatever you please. If you say yes I won’t be mad. I’m kind of curious now.” You blinked at Kyojuro, his thumb still rubbing your thigh.

“I…” you didn’t understand where this sudden interest came from, eyes shifting over to Akaza who was sipping his drink lazily. You looked him up and down, there was no denying the man was attractive. It was his personality that ruined it, The eyebrow piercing, the lip piercing, the tongue piercing, the tattoos, hell even his pink hair. He was an attractive man but he had the personality of a bratty child. And yet you were being offered the opportunity to sleep with him, no consequences attached, and hesitating.

“Why are you okay with this, Kyojuro?” You were a bit startled when you realized you wanted to sleep with him. Instead of blurting out a yes, you asked a question. “I want to see Akaza fail.” You raised an eyebrow, watching your boyfriend glare across the table. “Oh so you want to subject me to a bad time?” You felt a smirk creeping up your face, watching his eyes widen as he looked at you. “Oh!” Akaza began to laugh, “who’s side are you on!” Kyojuro’s cheeks had started to turn pink.

“I’m on my own side!” You crossed your arms, eyes shifting between the two men. “I’ll give you my decision, but only if you promise you won’t be upset by it.” Kyojuro nodded, his grip on your thigh tightening. “I’ll sleep with you, Akaza. Only because you’ve peaked my interest as well. My only condition is that Kyojuro has to watch.” You liked the wave of confidence that washed over you when both men were nodding enthusiastically. “Kyojuro, your break is over.” Somewhere near the front of the cafe, Giyu was calling for him.

“My shift ends in two hours. Do you think you can handle that?” The question was directed at Akaza more than you. “I’m not some filthy animal, Kyojuro. I can wait.” You weren’t so sure about the filthy animal part. Kyojuro smiled at you, pulling you into a soft kiss before sliding out of the booth. “You two are gross.” You slid over so you were facing akaza rather than being pressed into the wall. “You think everything is gross. Anyways, I’m fine waiting here for Kyojuro’s shift to end if you want to go do something.”

Akaza used his straw to stir the liquid in his cup, “no, I’m staying right here.” His gaze made you squirm, it didn’t dawn on you how awkward you’d feel knowing what was about to happen to you. “You’re annoying.” You tore your gaze away to watch Kyojuro greet more customers. “You’re obsessed with him, aren’t you, Little pet.” You looked back at Akaza, there was no sarcasm present on his face. “Maybe I am.” You watched him roll his eyes, “you don’t have to fuck me you know.” You didn’t expect that.

“No, I want to fuck you, Akaza. You are always so damn cocky, surely you have something impressive to prove it.” You moved your foot under the booth, pressing it lightly against his groin before putting it back down. The look that crossed over his face made you lose any ounce of confidence you thought you had. “You’re lucky we are in public, I’d have you bent over this table by now if we weren’t.” You shivered, the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t kidding. “So you do like me, Huh?” You figured faking confidence was better than submitting.

“I know I liked to deny it, but look at you, pet! Kyojuro is one lucky bastard. I’m not ashamed to say I’m envious now that I’m getting a chance to prove myself. I think I just may have you wrapped around my finger by the end of the day.” Heat pooled in your gut, he was a big talker, but if he was this confident he'd win you over… you began to question if you’d need some pain relievers. “I think you’re just trying to flatter me.” You rested your cheek against your hand as his eyes narrowed.

“You really think I’d waste all this time just for the hell of it?” He mimicked your own pose before continuing, “if anything, I’ll make up for all my lost time. I can’t wait to have you a drooling mess, little pet.” Each word was a promise, making your thighs squeeze together in anticipation. The clock just couldn’t move fast enough, only thirty minutes had passed since Kyojuro’s break ended. “You’re so cute when you squirm like that. Is that pussy of yours wet?” You felt your eyes go wide, not expecting such vulgar language.

“A-akaza!” Your cheeks were getting hot, he only laughed in response. “I bet you're fantasizing about me, right? How big I am, how I’d feel inside you. How my tongue piercing would feel against your—“ your squealing cut him off entirely. “Shut up!” You whisper yelled, you weren’t sure what was more embarrassing, the fact that he said all those things out loud…or the fact that he was right. “I hate you!” You hid your face behind your hands, kicking his leg under the table as he laughed.

“You know what.” You slid out of the booth, cheeks on fire as you made your way up to the counter. “Kyojuro, your shift is over. Let’s go.” He took in your flustered appearance, placing a lid on the cup of ice coffee he made. “I still have over an hour left.” Your brow twitched, it was unbelievable how dense he could be sometimes. “Well they are letting you leave early, right Giyu?” The man with the black ponytail turned around, taking you in. “Yeah, you can go now, Kyojuro.”

Your shoulders sagged in relief, you spun on your heels and made it back to the pink haired man. “Let’s go, you ass.” You watched yet another lazy grin appear on his face, tongue poking out to toy with his lip ring. “Needy enough that you got your boyfriend off of work early?” He slid out of the booth, standing in front of you with a look that made you want to shrink away. “Let’s go, you two.” You looked to see Kyojuro had already taken his apron off and was waiting by the cafe entrance.

“Coming Kyojuro~”

“Would you stop saying his name like that?” You blinked at Akaza, watching him make his way up and out of the cafe. “Never~” he winked at Kyojuro as he passed, leaving you to run after him. “We’ll take my car back to our apartment.” You had been living with Kyojuro for a few months now, once you graduated you’d be attending the same university as him. “Oh? You live together?” You both looked at Akaza, a clear look of surprise on his features. “Mmhmm, it’s been about four months I think.”

You rounded the back of the building where Kyojuro’s car was. The sound of him unlocking the door pointed out where the car was for Akaza. “Damn and you have a car? You just have your life all together, don’t you Kyojuro?” Akaza sounded pained as he slipped into the back seat. “You don’t need to flatter me Akaza, I’m already allowing her to sleep with you.” The car’s engine roared to life, “seat belts please.” He waited until he heard two clicks before pulling out of the small lot.

Your apartment was only a five minute ride down the road, but with Akaza’s eyes on you and Kyojuro’s hand on your thigh…it felt like an eternity. “Do you have many neighbors? I sure hope they aren’t home at this hour. I can only imagine what they’d think hearing y/n scream another man’s name.” You glanced back at the pink haired man, his elbow rested on the door as he looked out the window. You trailed lower, taking in every vein and tattoo as you did. “Surely they’ll mind their business.” Kyojuro smiled, eyes never leaving the road.

“That’s a shame, I like nosy neighbors.” You looked back at the road the moment Akaza’s gaze met yours. You couldn’t believe he already had a tent forming in his pants. Your anticipation only grew as you reached the last set of lights. The next turn would be into your parking garage. The butterflies in your stomach began to frenzy as you thought about what was happening to you. Along with anticipation you felt shame, you were far too excited to fuck a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. A man you claimed you hated at that.

“Here we are.” Kyojuro pulled into your assigned parking space, turning the car off and stepping out a moment later.

You followed after him, legs feeling like jelly as you made your way towards the elevator with Akaza in tow. You felt another blush creeping up your cheeks as you noticed the bulge in Kyojuro’s pants as well. “Fifth floor? Neighbors above and below…how sweet.” You rolled your eyes, hand coming up to hold the sleeve of Kyojuro’s button up.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be allowing Akaza into your apartment. The elevator doors opened up to your hall, Kyojuro guided both of you towards your door at the end of the hall. “It’s only mid-morning. Hopefully most are at work.” With a swipe of your keycard the door unlocked and opened to your living room. As you shut and locked the door you realized there was no turning back. “Cute Place you got here.” You watched him unbutton his button up, revealing a black t-shirt underneath.

“The bedroom is this way.” Kyojuro took the lead again, guiding Akaza down the hall to your shared room. You were pleased with yourself for making the bed this morning, making the room look all the more inviting. Kyojuro plopped himself down on the chair in the corner, throwing the decorative pillow off to the side. “Don’t mind me.” He winked at you, tugging at his collar to loosen it. You looked at Akaza, he was looking back at you in a way that reminded you of a predator stalking its prey. He smiled at you, hand reaching towards you as he spoke. “C’mere, little pet.”

Your legs moved without you thinking, taking his hand once it was in reach. You were pressed together now, head tilting back to look at him properly. His free hand found your waist, tugging you impossibly closer. Your mouth parted when you felt his bulge press into your abdomen. “I don’t like complimenting…but you look so damn obedient right now. You deserve everything you’re about to get.” You didn’t have time to process anything he said. His lips were pressed to yours with such force you would have stumbled backwards had he not been holding you.

The cool metal of his lip ring pressed into your lip, it wasn’t long until you felt his tongue poking better your lips. The metal ball on his piercing was warm but startling anyways, a small gasp allowed him entrance. You shivered each time your own tongue ran over the piercing, the hand that wasn’t still holding Akaza’s snaked up his chest to rest on his shoulder. The kiss turned hotter, Akaza’s hand letting go of your own to rest on your ass instead. You squealed against his mouth as his hand slipped under the hem of your skirt. Fingers roughly grabbing at your flesh just to let it go and feel it jiggle.

“So cute.” His other hand came down to repeat the action, forcing you into your tiptoes. It wasn’t long before he hoisted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he brought you over to you and Kyojuro’s bed. He dropped you roughly, a cruel smirk on his lips as you bounced. “Are you enjoying this, Kyojuro?” Your eyes widened, had you really already forgotten your boyfriend was in the room? You looked over, watching as he slowly rubbed himself through his pants. “Very much, keep going.” His voice was hoarse.

Akaza seemed pleased, shouldering off his button up before crawling over you. “Pretty little pet…be a good slut for me, yeah?” You whined, you weren’t used to being called such rude terms. You were used to Kyojuro’s sweet and genuine praises. “Use your words. I know it’s hard for that little brain of yours.” He was slotted between your open legs, one foot still on the ground to give him leverage over you. You opened your mouth to respond, a shaky whimper coming out instead as he began massaging your thighs. “C’mon. I don’t have all day you idiot.” His harsh words pulled you from your daze.

“I-I’ll be good.”

“Perfect.”

He lowered himself, lips attacking your neck as his hands ran from your thighs and up your stomach towards your breasts. You couldn’t possibly think straight when his hands were roaming your body the way they were. It left you feeling warm and tingly, mind blanking as his teeth sunk into your skin. “A-akaza…” your fingers buried themselves in his pink strands, tugging at them softly. His groan vibrated the column of your neck, teeth only biting harder.

You felt hot, you were wearing far too much clothes for your liking. “Off…take them off.” You pulled at his shirt, hoping he’d get the hint. Akaza’s tongue shifted from the side of your neck to the center, tongue piercing dragging up your skin until he reached your chin. “You’re right, let’s talk these off.” His fingers quickly undid your button up, pushing it off to reveal the lacey bra underneath. “I imagined these so often…how perfect.” His fingers danced over the fabric, not touching your bare skin.

“Akaza…” you whined again, shifting to pull the button up away from you. “Alright alright.” He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bare torso to you. More black bands were on his biceps, linking them to the lines on his chest. “More?” Your fingers traced them softly, eyes going wide as you realized what else he had pierced. “Nipple piercings…really?” You reached out to touch one, gasping when his hand pulled yours back. “You can’t touch those.” There was a twitch in his eyebrow, one that made you think they were rather sensitive.

You wanted to tease him, but the bulge in his pants was suddenly pressed to your center and you couldn’t think straight. “I want to take my time with you. I only get one chance after all.” His finger hooked under the strap of your bra, pulling it slowly off your shoulder. He leaned down, sucking on your skin as his hand reached behind you. Your back arched, allowing him the room to unclip your bra with ease only an experienced hand could do.

Akaza’s eyes devoured every inch of skin that was revealed to him, mouth watering slightly as he pulled your bra off you completely. You felt embarrassment flood your cheeks as your nipples hardened, a shit eating grin was spreading across Akaza’s face. “So cute~ you’re being so good for me, little pet.” His fingers trailed down to your breasts, taking one of your nipples between his fingers and pinching until you cried out.

“S-so you can do that. B-but I can’t touch you!” You wailed, pulling away from his touch. He finally released your nipple,

his whole hand encompassing your breast instead and squeezing it harshly. “I can do as I please to you, slut.” He used his other hand to pinch your other nipple, another cry leaving your lips. You felt a throb between your legs, you couldn’t tell if it was you or him. “Keep crying out, you sound so pathetic.” He laughed harshly, hands leaving your breasts to slide lower.

You watched with lidded eyes as he leaned backwards, practically standing again as his hands reached the waistband of your skirt. “I can’t help it, I need to taste you before I go insane.” You watched his eyes shift to the corner of the room, you wanted to see how Kyojuro was reacting but Akaza had you absolutely entranced. “I don’t know how you do it, Kyojuro. I’d never get anything done with such a pretty thing like her around.” Akaza tugged at your skirt, making you lift your ass so he could pull it off.

Kyojuro was watching intently from his chair, hand lazily palming himself as he watched your skirt drop to the floor. Akaza’s tongue stuck out from between his teeth, looking at your clothed cunt with interest. “A matching set? Did you plan this?” He pulled at the elastic waistband of your lacy panties, liking the way you jumped as it snapped back against your skin. “She always matches.” Kyojuro smiled, your face was so flushed, so needy. He wanted to push Akaza aside and ravish you himself, but he was getting increasingly turned on just watching the pink haired man toy with you.

“Is that so?” He used two fingers to hook under the garment, tugging so harshly the lace tore. “Hey!” Your lips shot upwards, allowing Akaza to pull them off before ruining them completely. You settled back down, breath becoming shallower as you realized you were fully exposed to Akaza now. “Oh?” Akaza’s hands came up to push your knees towards you, exposing your cunt to him. “Look how wet you are, so filthy.” Before he could push your knees directly to your chest he spread them, his hands grabbing under your knees instead to hold you in place.

“You don’t happen to have toys or restraints? It would make this so much easier.” Akaza looked over at Kyojuro, there was no way he could do what he wanted without the help of some restraints. “You’re in luck.” Kyojuro made his way over to your closet, reaching for the shoe box you two two kept toys in. He returned a second later with pink leather restraints. “You put them on like this.” Akaza allowed Kyojuro to attach the restraints to you, each one went around your wrist and your ankle tying them together.

You could now only move your arms if your legs went with you, keeping you wide open. “W-when did you even get these, Kyojuro!” You had never seen them before, though as embarrassing as the position felt…you didn’t mind it. “I was saving them for a special occasion.” He sat himself back down in the chair, eyes hungrily watching the scene unfold before him. “Well I certainly think this is a special occasion.” Akaza was on his knees now, hands grasping your knees before slowly sliding down your thighs.

You shivered as his warm breath fanned over your cunt, thighs tensing in anticipation. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He was saying it more so to himself rather than you. “Oh~” his tongue licked up your folds slowly, after a moment he spread them apart with his fingers for better access. Your breathing stopped for a moment when you felt the cool ball of his tongue piercing ghosted over your clit. He gauged your reaction based on the way your thighs tensed. He ran his free hand up the back of your thigh, the other keeping you spread open.

He seemed to have an internal debate on whether or not to tease you or indulge himself. That debate seemed to end quickly as he buried his whole face against you. You would have dug your fingers into his pink strands had you not been restrained. Your back arched off the mattress each time his nose or piercing hit your clit. You felt hot all over with each sound that left his mouth, nothing but sloppy, wet kisses echoed in the room. Even as his piercing warmed up, there was still an undeniable difference between his spongy tongue and the smooth metal.

You felt your orgasm building, your eyes started to water as the fingers spreading you apart dipped into your entrance. “Akaza!” You wailed, not expecting him to suddenly go two knuckles deep inside of you. You felt his lips curl into a smirk even as his tongue continued to assault your clit. His fingers began massaging your walks, the gummy texture making squelching noises with each movement. A silent cry left your lips as he pinpointed the spot that had you seeing stars. You have to admit, you were convinced Kyojuro was amazing when it came to oral. Akaza definitely had him beat, you were partially convinced it was because of the tongue piercing.

Kyojuro was watching with avid interest now, each whine that left your lips made his own cock twitch. He undid the belt on his pants, throwing it off to the side as he shakily undid his button and zipper. He zeroed in on your breast, a smile creeping up his face as they bounced with each thrust of Akaza’s fingers. He lifted his hips, pulling his pants down and his underwear along with it. He sighed in relief as his cock was freed from its confines. Even over your moans you zeroed in on the source of his voice. With a dazed look in your eyes, you watched him begin to stroke himself.

“Ah ah, keep your eyes on me.” A slap to your thigh had you crying out in pain. He curled his fingers in you, making you twitch out of surprise. Your orgsam was quickly approaching you now, tears slipping down your cheeks as Akaza’s fingers began to move at a brutal pace. “A-akaza!” You wanted to squirm away from his touch, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking in time with his fingers made your toes curl. You felt your buildup becoming too much, as if you’d burst at any second.

“She’s a squirter, Akaza.” Kyojuro’s revelation only made Akaza’s fingers move quicker. “K-Kyo! W-ahh- why would you expose me!” You wailed, head falling back as your walls spasmed around his fingers. You could tell Akaza was bursting at the seems to say something, but if he pulled his mouth away your orgasm would fizzle away with it. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you fell over the edge, Akaza’s name leaving your lips in a mantra. “Whew.” Akaza pulled away from your cunt, your arousal dripping down his chin. “Who knew you were such a whore, you made a mess! All because of my tongue and fingers, not even my dick.” He was laughing now, standing up to hover over you.

“Look at you, a dumb little whore already fucked out.” You didn’t even have the strength to retaliate. You sighed in relief as the restraints were undone, “c’mon, turn over.” You rolled over the best you could, squishing your face against the cool mattress. “She’s only proving my point, Kyojuro. How do you even leave the house?” Your hips were lifted up harshly, Akaza positioned you on your knees so your ass was up in the air. Kyojuro’s hand was working slowly, brushing over his tip every few strokes. He was determined to keep his orgasm at bay.

Akaza undid his pants, shaking them off and kicking them to the side. You tried your best to turn enough to see him, now that his cock was exposed to you. You caught a quick glimpse and felt your lips part. “Damn, really?” Kyojuro sounded as shocked as you felt. “What? My piercings?” Three bars, similar to the ones on his nipples, were pierced into the underside of his shaft. “Do you have any pain receptors?” Looking at them made Kyojuro’s skin crawl. “They didn’t hurt honestly.” Akaza seemed smug about that fact.

“Aww look, you want to feel them don't you?” You hadn’t even realized drool was pooling on the sheets. A loud slap echoed the room as he struck your ass, your cry followed right after. “Use your words, dumb bitch.” Your eyes widened in surprise, “I-I do…I want to feel them.” His hands buried in your hair, tugging so harshly it made you straighten. “That’s not the response I wanted.” You felt his chest hit your back before he forcefully threw you back down.

“Now I’ll ask you again, pet. You want to feel these, don’t you?” You Used your hands to push yourself up slightly, just enough so you could look back at him. “Yes, I want to feel them inside of me… please…” you thought back to earlier that day “…master.” You hated that you said it, but the reaction on his face was priceless. “There we go, maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.” His hands met the center of your back, forcing you to arch even more. “You're really pretty like this.”

The genuine compliment pulled you out of your lust-drunk haze. You looked at Kyojuro, watching his hand glide effortlessly up and down his length. “Kyojuro~” Akaza called to him as he pressed his tip against your drooling entrance. “Sing her some praises would you?” You gasped as his head pushed your walls open, just as quickly he pulled away. A shiver went up your spine as he dragged his head along your slit, your arousal making it glisten in the sunlight that was filtering through the blinds.

“Y/n?” You blinked at the sound of your own name, focusing on Kyojuro’s face rather than his hand. “Mmhmm?” Your lip trembled as Akaza pushed against your entrance again. “Are you having fun?” Akaza’s tip slipped inside, a shaky moan leaving your lips as he pulled it back out. “I-I am.” A harsh smack to your ass had you crying out yet again, at this rate your voice would be gone. “Tell him how much.” You clenched around nothing when his head slid across your clit, you wanted to scream out of frustration.

“A-a lot of fun…ah~” Akaza slipped in again, this time pushing in until the first bar hit your gooey walls. Another slap hit your asscheek, tears welling in your eyes as the stinging died down. “Be more specific. Tell him I’m better.” Golden eyes shifted over to Kyojuro, a devilish smirk creeping up his cheeks at Kyojuro’s disheveled state. “B-better?” Your brows furrowed, glancing back at him with confusion. He cocked an eyebrow at you, beginning to pull out. “Akaza…is better. So much better than you Kyojuro.” A low groan left the man’s lips, his own fist tightening around his cock as he glared at you.

“Keep going.” Akaza encouraged you, pushing a little further into you until the second bar slipped past your entrance. “He’s so…so good with his tongue.” You could barely see straight, not when Akaza was massaging the flesh of your ass with his cock halfway in you. Kyojuro’s fist didn’t slow, pumping himself at a steady pace while Akaza encouraged you to keep insulting him. “C’mon pet, keep it going.” You couldn’t, there was no way you could. Drool slipped out the corner of your mouth, hoping Akaza would prompt you again because you couldn’t possibly make a coherent sentence.

“Tell him how good I feel…” his hand found your waist, nails digging into the tender flesh until you screamed. “So good! He feels so good in me, Kyojuro!” He bottomed out fully, your walls holding him so tightly you swore you could feel every piercing and vein. “So good, is that right baby? Better than me?” Kyojuro’s cheeks were flushed, eyes locked on where Akaza disappeared inside of you. “Yes!” You weren’t even sure if you meant it, if it meant Akaza would move…you’d say anything. “Such a good whore, fuck.” Akaza’s hips pulled back half way before slamming into you again.

His hand pressed you harder against the mattress, back arching almost uncomfortably as he began pistoning his hips into you. You couldn’t think anymore, eyes unfocused as you took every inch of cock he was willing to give you. The bed frame began to creak with the force of his hips, his hands roaming all over your body. “So fucking tight, you love this don’t you? Cheating on your boyfriend, right in front of him.” He laughed harshly, a strangled moan leaving his lips as he continued his brutal pace.

Kyojuro was eating it up, the sound of skin slapping against skin only fueling his own fist. He was desperate to feel you around him, but watching you get fucked sensless while insulting him? It stirred something in him he didn’t know he had, he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted you to absolutely break his ego, make him feel useless, watching another man fuck you was bringing him more pleasure than he thought. “You look so fucking - ha - hot.” He groaned, dick twitching in his hand as he nearly came.

“Doesn’t she? She’s taking my cock so well, fucking trying to milk me dry aren’t you? No condom either, maybe I’ll get her pregnant.” You moaned loudly, walls twitching around the hot and heavy cock inside you. “Don’t you dare.” Kyojuro groaned, forcing himself to slow down so he didn’t come yet. “oh so that’s what you draw the line?” Akaza’s eyes left your bouncing frame, locking with Kyojuro’s. His eyes had defiance shining brightly in them, as if daring Kyojuro tell him no. “I can’t come in her? Shouldn’t that be her decision? Do you want my cum, little pet?” He wasn’t even close yet, but the way you squeezed him had him breathless.

“W-want it so..so bad. Please…” you buried your face in the mattress, each thrust was so deep you could have sworn he touched your cervix. You didn’t even realize what you had said, you just didn’t want him to stop. Akaza’s hand buried itself in your hair, pulling you up to him until your back was flush against his chest. “Do you think you are even worthy of it?” He let go of your hair, hands coming down to cup both of your breasts. You whimpered as he tugged on your nipples in time with his trusts. You didn’t even realize you could feel his nipple piercings on your back, not only that but you couldn’t see the blush on his face.

“She’s getting close Kyojuro~” Akaza’s voice was right next to your ear, this new angle allowed him to reach even deeper. Your walls spasmed around his length, you could feel all three piercings pressing into your walls. You looked over at Kyojuro with sleepy eyes, watching him pump himself in time with Akaza’s hips. You could tell from the splotches beginning to form on his chest that he was close. “Don’t…come y-yet.” Akaza’s hips stilled, looking at you with confusion. “I don’t want Kyojuro coming yet.” You whined, trying to bounce yourself on his now still cock.

“Oh…I see.” Akaza pulled out of you completely, leaving you breathless at the sudden emptiness. The next thing you knew you were on your back, Akaza’s sweaty face looking down at you. “Sorry, I only get to fuck you once and there are a lot of things I’d like to try.” He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, lining himself up with your entrance before slamming back into you fully. “Kyojuro over there, gets you any time you want him. Isn’t that right?” He used his free hand to press down on your abdomen, forcing you to try and blink away stars.

“He gets this pretty little cunt any day of the week.” Akaza was shaking with the force of his thrusts. The little hand trick he learned about definitely worked not only on you, but him as well. “Don’t you dare come, Kyojuro.” The venom in his tone actually made Kyojuro’s hand freeze, he looked at Akaza with wide eyes. Akaza’s thrusts shook the bed, one leg on the ground gave him all the leverage he needed. With his hand on your stomach you felt your orgasm building up for the second time that day. “Oh~” you reached down, fingers sliding between your folds so you could toy with your clit.

You were worried Akaza wouldn’t allow it, but he seemed to approve of your actions. “C’mon little pet, tell me how close you are. Tell your boyfriend over there how I’m about to make you come for the second time.” You whined, lips trembling as you tried to focus on your orgasm. “Fuck…” you were so close, your fingers rubbed frantic circles on your clit as Akaza thrusted his hips into you. “Come for me, pet.” You cried out his name, hips and legs spasming as you chased your orgasm.

You finally came with a cry of his name, walls squeezing around him as you rode it out. “Shit…” his voice was strained, brows furrowing as he chased his own release. “K-Kyojuro…don’t come yet…” you whined, eyes squeezing shut as Akaza’s movements began to overstimulate you. You squealed with what strength you had left as Akaza’s hands grabbed the flesh of your ass, holding your lower half up off the bed as he buried himself deep. Out of all the faces you expected him to make when he came, you weren’t expecting the face you got.

His pink hair was dripping with sweat, cheeks flushed pink as his eyes crossed just slightly. You focused in on his mouth, lips parted as strained gasps left him. He pulled out of you a minute later, his release spilling out of you. “S-shit!” It felt warm and sticky between your legs, Akaza collapsed on the mattress beside you. “Take care of your boyfriend.” His eyes were already fluttering shut. Your eyes widened, head whipping around to see Kyojuro staring at you expectantly. “Come here please…” you sat yourself up, legs hanging off the side of the bed.

Kyojuro did as you asked, standing before you with a soft smile. “Let me help.” Shaky hands wrapped around his length, you pumped slowly before bringing the tip to your lips. Your tongue swirled slowly around his irritated tip, collecting the salty precum that oozed out. “Shit…don’t worry, I’m close.” His hands were soft and tender against your cheeks, he could see how tired you were. You took a little more of his length into your mouth, using your hands to pump him. By the way he was twitching you knew he wasn’t kidding when he said he was close.

All it took was you hollowing your cheeks and he was spilling his load onto your tongue. “So good for me…did you enjoy yourself baby?” Kyojuro pulled out of your mouth, thumb brushing the drool away from your bottom lip. “I…I did.” You felt a bit of guilt saying that. “Don’t look so shy, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. My one complaint is to you, Akaza.” You looked over at the spent man beside you, his golden eyes peeking up at Kyojuro and you. “I don’t want to hear whatever it is.”

“Oh, well that’s a shame cause I’m going to tell you anyway. You could have marked her up a little more.” Rough fingertips trailed your skin, counting each bite and bruise mark left on your shoulders. “So much you said you wanted to do, since you only get her this once.” Kyojuro seemed to be pondering something, Akaza’s full attention was on him now. “I guess I’ll have to give you another round with her whenever you are both up to it.”

You watched him walk towards the bathroom with wide eyes, did he just offer Akaza another round? You flopped backwards, too tired to keep yourself sitting up. “I guess I did more than win you over, pet.” Akaza’s voice was sleepy, leave it to him to be so tired after everything he just did. Kyojuro returned a moment later with a wet cloth to clean you up. “You can fend for yourself.” He cut akaza off before he could even open his mouth. “Both of you can get some rest in here, don’t push your luck Akaza. Or I’ll have to take back my offer.”

“Oh give me a break, lover boy.”

[lazydanni]

HCs of The side characters with a quiet-chaotic MC!

> The brothers

Side characters' reactions with a quiet/calm but chaotic GN!Mc

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Diavolo

Kinda worries that you aren't comfortable down here at first

Keep asking Barbaros if he had any idea to cheer you up

Huh? So they just built like that? That means they weren't uncomfortable at all right? pheew

Tries his best to get along with you, and turned out you're very fun to hang out with

Would hold your hand and skipping around the Devildom with you, causing troubles of course

Partners in crime, The most powerful couple, you name it 😎

Both of you are made for each other, really

Poor Lucifer, he have to handle these troublesomes

Often invite you for tea party, when I say often, which means nearly everday 👁👄👁

Totally not a simp for you

We all know he lied about it

He's so bright whenever he's with you, please hug him, give him head pat, He loves those 😔❤

Barbatos

He's aware of your personality

Honestly he doesn't mind having another trouble human since he's already got used to it

Still make sure you won't cause any troubles, especially when you're with Lord Diavolo

#CalmDad

Since he's very calm, you always try to tease him alot since pranking him is obviously a terrible idea

One day, you decided to lead a rat into the kitchen where Barb is

On the outside he seems he's doesn't bother at all, but on the inside he's literally screaming for his dear life

"Please MC, don't encourage Beelzebub to eat another castle pillar"

Would treat you sweets or a small tea party after give you a long ass lecture <3

Simeon

#CalmDadnumber2

Really enjoys hanging around with you

He doesn't even plan to stop you from causing troubles, as long as you didn't go over board

In fact, whenever you're pranking someone, he's always there, watching the chaos while enjoying his afternoon tea

"Oh my, MC is messing with Lucifer again hehe"

"Should I stop them? Maybe I'll see how this go"

*SIPPPPPPPPS*

ChaosEnjoyer 🧍‍♀️

Sometimes covers you from the troubles you made too, but will lecture you after that

A very gentleman whenever you guys meet (he's so perfect wtf)

But sometimes tease you back by pinching your cheeks and tells you how fucking adorable you are

SIMEON PLEASE MARRY ME ILY *SOBS*

Solomon

Finds your personality very interesting too (Like Satan)

And yes, you guys are staring at each other awkwardly

Likes to edging, teasing you to see how much does it take to piss you off

Apparently those stuffs don't effect you 😐

100% The first one would encourage you to do more pranks on Lucifer and the others

Your "Run Away" Partner

S.I.M.P but doesn't admit it

Definitely would teach you new spells and ask you to try them on the brothers (He knows it's gonna turn out bad since MC is suck at magic 👁👄👁)

His heart goes doki doki whenever you ask him to cook something

And now both of you are the reason why the kitchen is on fire

This is why everyone in the HoL is trying to not let you two meet so often

And they failed doing that :)

Neither will just watch the chaos happen or join with you to make it worse

Did I mention he's a simp for you?

Luke

Barks at everyone including you whenever you caused troubles

BARK BARK WOOF WOOF GRRR

HE BITES

*Angry chihuahua noises*

Really wants to ask you to help him baking but to scared to do it

Probably because you often cause the kitchen on fire

Or maybe because you keep having that 😐 face while staring at him

Or maybe both-

"MC! STOP ENCOURAGING SOLOMON TO COOK! BOTH OF YOU STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN!"

"SIMEON! DON'T JUST SIT THERE, DO SOMETHING!"

Probably thinks you behave like this because of the brothers

I wIlL rEpOrT tHiS sTrAiGhT tO MiChAeL

Always keep his eyes on you, to make sure you don't cause more troubles

Definitely gonna give you a whole lecture that even longer than Lucifer's and Barbaros's

Unless you give him Barb's cake before he gets to do anything 😎👌

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Hope you enjoyed this lol

Thanks for reading it, Really, I very appreciate it <3

-Anna

[sunflowerdaisybee]

so i wrote like half of this ask and then my cat started screaming so i went to go check on her and then i came back to finish writing it but it was gone. sad times :(( alright so! this is the one i have today, cc!feral boys with a friend who is a wolf hyrbrid, and plot twist, sapnap is also one! dream is the only one who knows about the two, and him and the rest of the boys are all human. so all the boys know that sapnap and reader aren't officially dating, but they are very close and spend a lot of time together, lots of fooling around, the boys assume. but one day as they're all hanging out, dream accidentally slips up and mentions that sapnap and reader are mates, but he tries to cover up his mishap because sapnap and reader are staring him down and whatnot. and so later reader and sapnap collectively decide to sit down with the group and explain their situation so that there's not an unexpected reveal or miscommunication. reader is pretty calm about it, and so is dream, but sapnap is just kinda freaking out about it. the rest of the boys are suprised, of course, but reader and sapnap being wolves doesn't change their friendship. so all in the end, they dog pile on the couch (quite literally might i add) and watch movies :)) sorry this is so long, i didnt want to miss anything! thank you as always <3 -froggy/tori

I’m a sucker for anything dog or wolf related, I had way too much fun writing this <3 you always send in top tier stuff, 100/10 <3 also quacks is pink

Summary: Bark Bark Woof Grrr

Pairing: Sapnap X Reader & P!Feral Boys x Reader

Pronouns: He/him

[A/n]: Requests are open <3

There was a sharp knock on the door that startled you out of your sleep.

“Who is it?”

“Me, who else. You guys need to get up and get dressed, George, Karl, and Quackity are gonna be here soon.” You mumbled a reply, nudging Sapnap to wake him up. By the time the two of you had gotten dressed and stumbled into the living room, everyone had already arrived. 

You plopped yourself onto the couch, landing in between Karl and Dream. You cuddled up to Karl, taking note of his smell.

“You smell different, did you get a new cologne?”

“Oh yeah, it’s almost the same as my usual but a little different, I’m surprised you could tell.” You shrugged, lazing on Karl who happily snuggled you back. You were still tired from being woken up so abruptly, and you could tell Sapnap was too as he was half asleep on Quackity, who didn’t seem to mind.

“Geez, why are you two so tired?”

“Up late last night, Sapnap couldn’t accept the fact that he lost and kept challenging me to a rematch.”

“On what?” You froze for a moment, the boys had assumed you were talking about a game when really you and Sapnap were roughhousing in wolf form last night.

“Mario Kart, he’s a cheater though.” Sapnap was a bit more awake now, sitting up on his own and blinking tiredly at the group.

“Don’t worry (Y/n), I believe you.” Karl leaned down to whisper in your ear, causing a big smile to spread across your face. Sapnap wouldn’t admit it but he was slightly jealous of all the affection you were giving Karl. After all, you were his mate, not Karl’s.

“I’m gonna make some coffee, you want some (Y/n).”

“No thanks. Can you get me a water though?” 

“Of course.” Sapnap ruffled your hair as he passed by and into the kitchen. 

“Sapnap can you grab me a drink too?”

“And me?”

“Me three please?” Suddenly everyone wanted a drink, which prompted you to get up. You knew Sapnap wouldn’t be able to carry everything himself so you headed into the kitchen with him.

“Since when were those two so close?”

“I don’t know, do you think they’re sleeping together?”

“Nah they’re just mates, it’s typical behavior for them.” 

“Mates?” Dream froze as he realized what he had said, his eyes bouncing around the room nervously and finding you and Sapnap glaring at him from the kitchen.

“Uh mates, yeah, like friends mates. Like hey mate.” Dream played it off horribly, but just well enough for the group to carry on with a different topic. It wasn’t until later that you and Sapnap got a second alone with Dream.

“Dude I seriously should kill you.”

“Hey I covered, it’s cool.”

“Yeah covered up real horribly, what the heck was that. Are you trying to expose us?”

“It was an accident, bud, calm down.” You rubbed Sapnap’s back soothingly, pulling him closer to you. Sapnap was way more freaked out than you, he had always been sorta ashamed of being a wolf hybrid whereas you never really minded. 

Though once you two found each other your lives changed, you helped Sapnap grow into his own skin, watched him become more confident in his wolfness, and encouraged him to embrace it more. Sapnap gave you somewhere and someone to belong to, he gave your life a purpose that you never knew you needed, and you loved him endlessly for it.

“This might be a little out of line, but maybe you should tell them. They’re our closest friends and I understand if you don’t want to, but I don’t think they’ll mind.” You looked at Sapnap, who looked terrified.

“Hey bubs, relax, you’re ok. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. You’re alright, just take a breather.” You brought Sapnap into a hug, running your fingers through his hair to soothe him.

“I wanna do it.”

“Huh?”

“I want to tell them, I need to tell them.” Sapnap was still terrified at the thought of doing so, but he wanted to be able to fully be himself around his friends. 

That want led to Dream to gathering everyone in the living room, where you explained everything while holding onto Sapnap’s hand. 

“Really? That’s so cool! I’ve heard stories about people who could do that but I’ve never actually seen one!”

“Can you show us?”

“Yeah, if you’re comfortable with it. I wanna know what you guys look like as wolves.” You looked to Sapnap who nodded, signaling that he was ok with it.

“Sure, we’re gonna go to our room and shift though as we either gotta ruin our clothes or get naked. And I don’t think you guys wanna see us get undressed.” There was a chorus of ew’s and no’s and the two of you walked off.

The shifting part was easy, the hard part was getting Sapnap out the door and into the living room. Once there though he was Quickly swarmed by people reaching out to pet him. Karl and Quackity were petting him all over, and you could tell he was enjoying it. George seemed reluctant to pet you so you jumped onto the couch and laid on top of him, practically forcing him to pet you.

“So you're basically a giant dog?” George laughed, cuddling up with your fluffy form, dream joining in a moment later. 

Sapnap, upon seeing you and the others on the couch, broke away from the affection to join you. Which led to Karl and Quackity doing the same. 

“Hey guys, guess what?”

“What?”

“We’re in a dog pile.” Dream laughed way too hard at his own joke, his wheezing laugh triggering others into laughter as well.

[wondersofdreaming]

Sex on Fire - 3

Co-written with @radaofrivia​

Characters: AU Captain Syverson - Gynaecologist, dr. Syverson x female reader

Word count: 7.601

Warnings: NSFW! Overthinking. Talking to a dog. Flirting. Nervous energy. A little awkwardness. Smut. 69. Making love. Love. Fluff. The end.

Author’s note: This story was co-written with the lovely @radaofrivia​​ - who wrote the beautiful smutty parts.

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This story is dedicated to all the women who struggle with pain. It doesn’t matter where that pain is, but know that you are not alone.

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“What have I gotten myself into?

You stood in front of the mirror, having changed into the fifth dress, but nothing you had tried on was good enough for a date with the hottest doctor in town. A loud groan left your lips, making your sister peek inside your room.

“Everything alright in here?” she asked, looking over the room. Clothes were spread everywhere, shoes thrown all over, and you pacing in front of the closet, desperately trying to find something fitting to wear. “Looks like a tornado went through.”

“I have nothing to wear! So please, either come help me or get out,” you snapped. You heard the angry tone in your voice and turned around to face your younger sister, who looked mildly annoyed at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch.”

“Care to tell me what’s going on? I thought you were excited to go out with the dashing doctor?” She asked and went to sit on the only available space on the bed.

You picked up the five discarded pieces of clothing.

“This,” you held up the first dress, “is too short. He’ll think I’m a whore.”

“Then wear leggings underneath it. Do I need to remind you, sissy, that he has already seen you butt-naked?”

You glared at your sister, feeling she didn’t understand your situation that this date had to be perfect.

What if our attraction was a fluke?

“This,” you showed the second dress, “is too long. He’ll think I’m a prude.”

“Then cut it to the right length.”

What if he thinks I was an easy prey? I was. I practically begged him to fuck me. Fuck!

You were starting to sweat as you held up the third dress.

“This shows too much cleavage. He’ll think I’m trying to seduce the entire restaurant.”

“Wear a shirt under it.”

What if he isn’t taking me to a restaurant? What if we’re going to his place?

You kept rambling about the fourth and fifth dress, and your sister retorted with solutions to each of them.

“Sissy, your thoughts are so loud I think even he can hear them.”

You threw a dress in her face.

“You’re thinking of every possibility that this could go wrong, aren’t you?”

“No…” you mumbled, but a good death stare from your sister made you change your mind from lying, “Yes, I’m scared, Pat. What if he isn’t the man he made me believe he is? What if he’s a serial killer disguised as a vaginal doctor? What if he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing? What if I’m walking right into grandma’s house and get eaten by the big bad wolf?”

“Stop, stop, you’re making no sense whatsoever…”

“And what if he doesn’t like me? What if we don’t have any chemistry? What if… oh my god, what if he only wants me as a fuck-buddy?”

You were pacing around your room, walking through the clothes, kicking the shoes away from your wandering path. Your sister grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on the bed.

“You are overthinking,” she booped your nose, “You are a gorgeous human being, very pretty too, if I have to say so myself. If he was only going to have you as his fuck-buddy, then you either say yes, because God knows you need a good fuck, or you say no because you’re looking for something deeper. And he wouldn’t have asked you on a date if he wasn’t into you! Take a deep breath with me.”

You both inhaled and exhaled, again and again, until your heartbeat wasn’t about to gallop right out of your chest.

“Now that you’re nice and calm… eh, ish, let’s put on some music and get you ready for your date. I have the perfect dress for you to wear tonight, just promise not to spill wine on it.”

Lucas walked out of the steaming shower, wrapping a large fluffy towel around his hips. His dog, a German Shepherd, was lying on the carpeted bedroom floor by the door. Her brown eyes were staring at him intensely like she knew that he was going somewhere.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can, Aika. And I promise to bring your favourite treat from the restaurant,” he told the dog. Mention of the treat perked her ears up.

Sy chuckled as he started grooming his beard. Then a light went off in his mind.

Fuck, what if she doesn’t like dogs?

He looked apologetically at Aika, who was drooling on the carpet, already tasting the treat on her palate.

Lucas finished in the bathroom and went to his spacious walk-in closet.

“What should I wear, girl?” He asked as if Aika knew what was hot in fashion. She walked over to where he hung his trousers, sniffed a few before picking a grey pair down from the hanger. She then managed to trot over to him with a pair of brown leather shoes.

“Well, thanks, girl, these are perfect. So what do you think, a white shirt or a black shirt?” Sy held each piece up to Aika, and she barked happily at the white shirt, her tail wagging excitedly. The dashing doctor also chose a matching grey suit jacket. He looked himself over in the mirror.

“I really want this to work, Aika,” he mumbled to his dog, who cocked her head to the side. “I think she’s amazing, and I hope she likes dogs because if not, I would be really sad… to say goodbye to you.”

Aika growled at him, making Sy laugh out loud.

“Sorry girl, I’m just kidding, I’m kidding. You belong with me, forever and always,” he scratched her belly. “What do I do if I make an ass out of myself?”

Aika rolled around and let out a loud ‘woof’ as if she was saying that he should just be himself.

“Okay, I’ll do my best. But what if she’s not who I think she is? What do I do then?”

Aika let out a deep rumble from her chest. I’ll bite her sorry ass if she isn’t.

You walked down the pavement looking for the restaurant Sy had texted you the address of. Sy was standing out front, waiting for you, he looked so handsome in his grey suit, and now you felt you might have been under-dressed. His face lit up in a warm grin, and his eyebrows arched when he saw you moving towards him. You smiled shyly back.

As Sy leaned down to kiss her cheek, you were going for his lips, ending in an awkward angled greeting.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you whispered at the same time he said: “Sorry!”

You stood there, looking down on the pavement, red-faced and suddenly very shy, not knowing what to do next while he was staring at you, not being able to take his eyes off you.

Lucas chuckled and presented his arm.

“Shall we go in?”

He was smiling at you, trying his best not to make your encounter awkward. You took his arm and was led into the restaurant. You looked around at the warm and comfortable atmosphere of the room. Chinese lanterns were hanging down from the loft, casting a soft light over space. The wooden tables had an induction heating plate for the hotpot that could contain either one, two or four different soups. The couple were seated near the covered fishing pond that was placed in the middle of the restaurant, a glass wall surrounding the pond, so no one could fall and get wet. The koi fish were swimming around, showing off their orange, red, white, and black scales. It was a soothing and calming sight and helped you relax in the presence of the handsome doctor.

A waitress came to take your drink orders while you looked through the menu.

“Oh, I don’t know what goes well with anything here,” you said, suddenly feeling so out of place.

“May I suggest one of their beers? They’re really good,” Lucas smiled at you warmly as he gave his drink order. You ordered one of their light and refreshing beers.

You looked down at the menu again. Not knowing what to pick as everything sounded delicious.

“There’s so much food,” you commented with a giggle.

“Do you want to try one of their special menus? That way, you can try a little of everything,” Sy suggested.

“I’d like that.”

The waitress came back with their drinks, and Sy rambled away your order. He ordered the four soup hot pot, various meats, seafood, vegetables, and an enormous amount of different types of noodles.

“How did you come by this place?” You asked, taking a sip of beer.

“I was walking around the neighbourhood one day with my sisters, and one of them wanted dumplings, another some noodles, and the third wanted some soup. I searched for a restaurant that had all three things, and this place popped up. It has become my favourite restaurant in the entire city,” he was a vivid storyteller that doctor.

“You brought me to your favourite restaurant?”

“Well, yes. I know it’s not the most traditional place to have a first date, but the food is amazing,” a pink blush crept up his neck and reached his cheeks.

“I think it’s the perfect place for a first date. I like trying new things,” you assured him, watching as a boyish grin of pride spread on his lips. God, how you wanted to kiss those lips.

“I hope you mean that because here comes the food,” Sy nodded towards the three waiters walking with an extra table full of food and the pot filled with the four soups.

“Oh dear,” you watched as they set the plates full of meat around you. “Are we feeding an army?”

“Trust me, darling, this might not be enough when we first get started,” Sy smiled. He reached for his chopsticks, “Have you eaten with chopsticks before?”

You gasped, pretending to be offended.

“I will let you know, doctor, that I was trained by the best to eat with chopsticks,” you showed him your hold, “My sister loves to get Chinese takeout when none of us feels like cooking, and there’s a restaurant that makes the best potstickers and chow mein.”

“Maybe we can order from there one day,” Sy suggested, his voice soft and full of promises.

“I’d like that. So, how do we do this?” you asked.

Lucas told you about the four different soups. They ranked from not-so-spicy to hell’s gate spicy. He talked about all the different cuts of meat, how to just put the ingredients in the soup, advising that you put in the lotus root first as it took a long time to cook.

While the doctor was talking, you were watching him. Your sole focus was on the way his lips moved and his tongue darting out from time to time. That tongue, that godly tongue.

His voice was rich and deep, so smooth and velvety you wanted to hear him talk forever. He caught you ogling at him.

“Everything alright?” he asked, looking a bit confused.

“Yeah, I was just thinking how amazing you look out of your white coat,” you blurted, making Sy laugh and blush an even deeper shade of pink before turning red.

“Why thank you, but I think the real showstopper tonight is you. You look beautiful,” he complimented.

“You’re just saying that because I complimented you first,” you giggled like a teenage schoolgirl with a crush.

Sy shook his head as he reached for the pieces of meat he had put in the soups. He picked one out and moved the chopsticks closer to your mouth.

“Try this,” he recommended. You closed your mouth around the chopsticks, letting the meat fall on your tongue. The sweet umami flavour of the pork was melting in your mouth, and you let out a soft moan.

Lucas was watching your mouth closely. The mouth that had been sucking him off a few days earlier in his office. The pretty mouth that swallowed his seed. His pants were suddenly feeling very snug around his groin area. Fuck, not now!

Thankfully his horny thoughts were interrupted by your suggestion.

“My turn to feed you,” you dove into the spiciest soup and picked out a dumpling. Why does he look so good? Lord, what is he thinking? Why is he looking at me like that? Something on my face?

Your hand was shaking a bit as you leaned over to give the dumpling to Sy, and then you dropped it, watching in slow motion as gravity did its thing, making the dumpling land on Lucas’ crisp white shirt and then down to his lap it went.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. You quickly stood with your napkin and went over to clean the mess you had made. Lucas had picked up the fallen dumpling, not even thinking about the stain the red soup had made. He was having sinful thoughts of you sitting on your knees trying to wash off the red colour with your napkin.

“I ruined your shirt,” you sighed as the stain became worse, and it started to spread the more you rubbed the fabric.

“You’ve made it a habit to ruin my clothes, sunshine,” Lucas chuckled, but his laughter died quickly as you dabbed the napkin on his thigh, moving closer to the hard-on he was willing to go soft, but too late.

Oh, ooooooh.

“Maybe I don’t like that they’re hiding what nature has so gracefully given you,” you smirk up at him, giving him a sultry look.

Lucas swallowed hard. You could see his throat tensing as his Adam's apple bopped up and down. He’s looking you straight in the eyes, trying his best to restrain himself from taking you right then and there.

“God, I love your boldness,” his voice was low, soft, almost velvety, as if he was trying to tell you with the tone of his voice alone how much he wanted you. The smoothness of his voice was sending shivers down your spine, and some part of your brain was signalling that now was the time for you to attack him, rip his clothes off, ride him right there in the chair, not even caring about the people around you.

“Is everything okay?” A waitress asked, interrupting the moment. You snapped out of your lust-filled haze and went back to your chair. Sy coughed, masking his even dirtier thoughts.

“Yes, everything is good. The food is amazing. Can we get two shots of baijiu?” he asked, suddenly in need of something strong to stay put during dinner.

The waitress came back with the shots. Lucas held up his glass.

“Cheers,” he said and downed the clear liquid in one go, but you took a small sip.

“Oh shit, it’s burning my throat,” you gasped, putting the shot down.

“Believe me, you’re going to need all of it until we’ve finished eating,” Sy hinted at something more.

You inhaled the shot, letting the fire spread throughout your chest all the way down to your thighs and throbbing core. Your brain was slowly getting fuzzier, giving you the courage to ask him what had been on your mind since he asked you on the date.

“What are we, doctor?” You blurted, not thinking about how loud you actually were. You continued as you watched confusion spread on his handsome face: “What are you looking for in a partner? Are we going to be a no-strings-attached kind of thing? Casual hookup?”

You stopped and took a deep breath, waiting for his answer. You watched his lips, trying to avoid his eyes. If he wanted a ‘friends with benefits’-relationship, you would be devastated.

“There’s nothing casual about you, buttercup,” Sy was surprised by what you had just told him. He couldn’t deny the connection there was between the two of you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he felt it deep in his guts that there was something more, and he wanted to be more for you. “I want to get to know you. I want to explore the deep connection that we have and see where it leads us. What about you? What are you looking for?”

“I… I want that too. Because to me, this. What we have is too good to be just an emotionless thing,” you started, “I feel safe around you, Lucas. I don’t know why, but I do. Do I make any sense? Because I feel like I’m just sitting here rambling…”

Lucas grabbed your hands across the table, avoiding the soups. He caressed the soft skin over your knuckles. His protective instinct was on overload, he wanted to protect you, and his heart was racing from hearing you say that you felt safe around him.

“You make sense to me, bug.”

Your first date had been perfect, so were the following dates afterwards. Lucas Syverson was the perfect gentleman and taken it like a champ when you had asked to take things slow, especially with you not knowing if it was still going to hurt when having sex. You wanted to have your ‘problem’ solved before you took that all-intimate next step with Sy. You built a beautiful relationship and a strong friendship from your attraction.

Lucas had invited you out for lunch one day. He asked about how it was going with the new gynaecologist he had recommended, a woman, as he wasn’t keen on knowing another man touching you in such an intimate place. You told him that you had been referred to a physiotherapist and was going to see a specialist in vaginal diseases.

With time you hurt less and less, and it was with the support from your sister and Sy that you continued the different treatments the doctors gave you. You stretched out muscles in your abdominal area. You used soap that was for intimate use only. You even started using an anaesthetic gel to relax the nerves in your vagina by Sy’s recommendation. You had cursed him all the way to hell the first time you’d used it, even as far as telling him that it burnt worse than the alcohol shot he made you drink at the Hot Pot restaurant. You were walking like you’d ridden a horse all day long until the burning stopped after a few minutes, and Sy had kept his laughter to himself, not wanting to hurt your feelings, but when you had started giggling from looking at yourself in the mirror, he couldn’t stop the roaring laughter either.

Sy was very helpful when you were exercising. He had made the stretching into a game of some sort. You might not be having sex, but you could still tease each other, orally or with your hands, anything to build intimacy between the two of you. He was determined to make the process sexy and fun, not dull and boring.

You asked him to penetrate you a few times but had to tell him to pull out because the pain became too intense. Sy was extremely understanding, and he helped you through the crying afterwards, as you felt that you were never going to heal again. He loved that you were comfortable enough around him to tell him to stop, and you felt so safe with him.

It became your goal not only to have sex but to be penetrated without the pain. And you would get there eventually. For now, you would just bask in the afterglow of a good make-out session with Lucas on the sofa.

You had always felt that there was a part of you missing, a vital part, and now, with Lucas, you felt whole. You couldn’t go a day without at least texting him, saying you missed him, or when you were together, and he went to the bathroom, you missed him. When you had to go home the following day after a night of cuddling, you missed him the minute you walked out the door. Both of you felt like you were addicted to the other. It was almost becoming an obsession.

Life with a boyfriend like Sy was amazing, incredible, fantastic. He was everything you needed without having known it. And Lucas loved to have someone he could take care of, protect and maybe even love. Sy had never felt this way about anyone before. It was a fantastic feeling to have this wonderful woman he could call his girlfriend. His.

Not only were you an extraordinary human being: you also loved animals just as much as he did. If you were allowed animals in the apartment you lived in with your sister, you would have filled it already. Sy had let out a breath of relief when you’d told him. You and Aika had become cuddle buddies whenever you were visiting Lucas. The German Shepherd would completely ignore Sy and follow you around instead, and Lucas was only happy to share his girl with his other girl. The sense of having found you excited him, completed him and made him so happy.

There are two kinds of tired: one that needs a good night's sleep and one that needs so much more. Lucas fell into the second category. He was both physically and mentally exhausted from a long and hard day at work, and he also had to face the guilt for ruining your plans for a quiet dinner.

“Plans are made to be changed,” you told him when he called you to cancel your dinner plans and suggest grabbing something to eat and spend the evening at his place instead.

"And I really like the sound of staying in and just cuddling with you, big bear," you whispered in your phone so your colleagues wouldn’t hear you.

"Big bear?"

"Yes, you're massive, hairy and just like a big cuddly teddy bear," finishing the phrase you noticed that one of your colleagues, Rita, was looking at you, chuckling at your big bear comment. You cleared your throat and with all the seriousness you could muster you told Sy: “I can’t talk right now. Call me when you get here,” and quickly ended the call, turning to her, “he’s an activist for the conservation of big brown bears.”

“Yeah, right,” she laughed. “Have fun with your bear-man, girl, you don’t need to explain yourself.” She winked at you and went about her work.

To your dismay, Lucas didn’t follow your instructions and decided that would be the day he showed his face to your work coming into the library to pick you up. He walked into the place, standing tall, his long strides and posture showing a sense of confidence and ease. He was as handsome as always, in his dress jacket, white shirt and jeans. Upon entering the library, he took off his sunglasses revealing his cobalt blue stare that made people stop in their tracks and this time was no different.

“Oh my God!” You heard your colleague gasping next to you when she laid eyes upon him. A small grin formed on your face to her reaction. You watched your man getting closer, noticing that his face looked tired, something only you would notice. The moment your eyes met a warm, sweet smile spread on his gorgeous lips, lighting up his face.

“Do they accept new members in the bear conservation club?” She asked not too loud, but loud enough for Sy to hear, who was standing right in front of you now. You blushed from embarrassment and broke eye contact with him. His soft laughter brought your eyes back on him.

"Sadly all positions have been filled up," he countered looking directly at you with a lopsided grin. “Ready to go home, sunshine?” You nodded excited, picking up your things quickly and moving on Lucas’ side, looping your arm around his offered elbow.

“Have a good evening, Rita,” you said giddily, looking back at her as she was fanning herself trying to cool off to the sight of Sy’s behind.

"What would you like to eat for dinner?" Sy asked as he opened the car door.

"You," you whispered silently.

In the shower, the water came down warm and soothing, washing the weariness and bad energy of the day off of Lucas’ body. He took some time for himself to relax and find his balance again. But the thought of you sitting on the other side of the wall made him impatient. He needed to be close to you.

Aika whimpered at you, licking your fingers and begging for another treat. You were lying on Sy’s bed, flipping through channels, nibbling at the leftovers of your Chinese takeout, with a comfortable, fluffy pillow behind you, soft and crisp sheets underneath you and Aika laying across your lap, sharing the guilty pleasure of eating in bed with you.

“Shhh, girl! Do you want him to hear us?” You whispered at her, feeding her another bite of the delicious potstickers you had for dinner. She gulped the treat and then licked your hand in gratitude. “Eating in bed is the best, right Aika?” You told her in a colluding way, scratching your accomplice behind her ears. You knew that Sy didn’t approve of eating in bed nor sharing food with Aika, so you both were on the lookout for when he would finish his shower. You didn’t want him to find out the ‘magic tricks’ you had used to gain Aika’s trust so fast.

The moment you heard Sy turning off the water, you both jumped up, Aika taking her usual place at the foot end of the bed acting all cool, and you ran to hide the evidence in the kitchen and wash your hands from the grease. In a minute, you were back in bed pretending you were watching TV. Of course, you had no idea what was on.

“What are my girls doing?” The bathroom door opened, and Sy came out with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. He leaned lazily on the door frame, smiling in all his wet, half-naked glory, making you choke on your own drool. Quickly, you gathered yourself trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“Nothing special, just sitting here and relaxing.”

Sy walked across the room heading for his dresser that was on your side. Your eyes followed every move he made, studying even the tiniest dent and bump his muscles formed. At the view of his butt, a very unladylike sound escaped your throat.

‘Everything ok, sweetheart?” Lucas asked absentmindedly while looking for his underwear.

“Mh-mm,” you nodded, turning your eyes to the TV. There was a short pause after you heard him close the drawer.

“Babe, is there something you want to tell me?” You craned up your head to meet his eyes. His face was serious. The only thing that kept you from worrying was a small twitch of a smile on his lips. Oh, his lips.

“Huh? Like what?” You asked puzzled.

“I don't know, maybe you want to confess something?” Your mind started racing, a hundred thoughts per second: you are so hot, take off that towel, take me now, how lucky can a girl be, you are perfect, I love you. What? Where did that come from?

“Uhh, no. I don’t think so,” you mumbled trying to hide the instant blushing on your face.

“Don’t you think that trust and openness are important, darling?” He leaned over you, his hand running over your jaw. So busted! But how?

“Of course!” You gulped, readying yourself for the revelation.

“Then can you tell me, why are there crumbs on the bed, bug?”

“What?” That was not what you were expecting.

“Aika?” Sy turned to the German shepherd. She whimpered, hiding her snout in her paws and quickly left the room.

“Traitor,” you muttered.

“I thought we had an agreement on this,” Sy spoke softly, putting on his underwear and sweatpants and headed to his side of the bed.

“I want her to like me,” you confessed in a small, guilty voice.

Lying down, Lucas let a deep sigh out, finally being able to relax and cuddle with his girlfriend. He pulled you closer letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Baby, you don’t need to buy her off. I’m sure that Aika loved you the first moment she met you… just like her owner.” Sy’s voice drifted off as he started zoning out, feeling so relaxed in your arms. Your breath caught in your throat, gazing at him like you saw the sun for the first time after an eternity of darkness. You wanted to say so many things but couldn’t find the words to bring out of your head. The only thing you could utter was:

“Wrap your arms around me,” you felt the need to be close to him, lost in him.

“How’s that?” He murmured with his eyes closed.

“Perfect.” He brought his face in your hair, inhaling deeply from your scent.

“Mmmmm, you smell amazing.” This felt so right to him, holding you and being held. He tightened his arms around you. Being in his embrace felt so soothing, calming and safe to you, that you let out a soft purring sound.

“Did you just purr?” He opened his eyes, a huge grin forming on his face.

“No….”

“I think you did.”

“Uh-oh,” you said lazily, burying your face into his neck.

“Alright. But in case you did, I find it really cute.’’ He let you know in his deep, soft and gentle voice.

“I might have…” Your admission made you both dissolve into laughter allowing you to release all the pent up energy. Once out of your laughing fit, you were both left gazing into each other’s eyes. It was you who made the first move, bringing your hand on his cheeks, your fingers idly playing with the curls in his beard before you kissed him, slowly at first, lips tracing lips, becoming deeper, bolder and more intense as your tongues danced in a passionate rhythm. The moan that escaped his mouth when you finished the kiss, gently biting and tagging his lower lip set you on fire.

Sy felt he was on cloud nine. His head was spinning with giddy happiness. The way your body was moulded to fit him like a puzzle piece. His heart was galloping, his mind was going crazy, his feelings were all over the place with joy and love, he felt loved, so loved. But the minute you moved to sit in his lap, grinding against him as if you were riding a horse, his mind was transported to another place, only thinking about how good the friction between you felt, he wanted so bad to make love to you, to make you feel as good as you were doing to him at the moment.

He was still lost in your kiss, basking in your touch with his eyes closed as you kissed your way from his neck to his ear whispering:

“Baby, I think I'm ready.”

He opened his eyes, blinking lazily. At first, he didn’t understand what you were talking about. He looked straight into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed with question. You caressed his face softly, waiting for realisation to hit him. The smile on your face, the feeling in your eyes soon let him in on the meaning of your words. His heart had skipped a beat as he truly grasped your words. You saw the surprise register on his face, his breathing quickened, his lips parted ever so slightly, his hands stilling on the lower part of your back and a faint wrinkle showed between his eyebrows. And then immediately his short-lived surprise gave its place to happiness shining through his eyes, fueled with desire as the colour of his blue orbs turned to a dark navy ring around his full-blown pupils.

His arms wrapped around you and you felt him pulling you onto his chest. You could feel the urgency in his movements, there was raw emotion in the way his fingers curled around the fabric of your dress. He claimed your lips once again, kissing you deeply, absorbing every detail of the moment, your scent, the weight of your body against his, all the feelings that were washing over him, raising a wave of heat inside him.

The taste of him stripped you from all your thoughts, fears and senses. His kiss, hungry and intense, ignited a fire inside you. Your palms were flat on his chest, your fingers were trying to dig into his skin as if wanting to hold on for dear life before you let go of all inhibitions and get lost in him. His hands trailed down your neck, never releasing your mouth from the hot, wet kiss he had you captured. Your body reacted to his touch, sending shivers down your spine and making you moan. You brought your hands to his deep brown curls, carding your fingers through them, tugging at his roots, to feel a little bit of control as your sanity was in the balance of tipping over. The little pain that he experienced made him exude more lust, he loved how you took control, as he could unwind and let you loose.

With one strong arm around your waist, he gathered you up and moved you both to a sitting position, letting you sit astride his lap. His fingers dug into your hips and pulled you closer to him, pressing your core to his straining bulge. You couldn’t help but grind against him, letting your instinct take over. Your kissing grew more passionate, more urgent, muffled moans and gasps filling the room. Sy brought his hands on your breast, kneading the soft flesh over the light fabric of your sundress and realising that you had no bra on. A throaty noise escaped him as he broke the kiss, looking at you with blazing eyes.

“You had it planned all along, you little minx!” he growled, his thumbs tracing your perky nipples through the thin layer, weakening your core, making you lean your forehead against his for purchase. He could feel the warmth coming off your skin through the lite fabric, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to see the delicate, subtle flesh of your breasts.

You could feel the feral animosity inside him, as you kept grinding your core to his groin. You had never seen him like this before. His hands were eager to touch more than just your dress. Before you could think about taking the dress off, it was ripped from your chest, the fierce action kicking the breath out of you. Buttons flew in every direction and landed on the soft carpeted floor.

“That was my favourite dress,” you said in a shuddering voice, watching him take in the image of your naked body like a starving beast.

“Payback time,” he snarled. He studied you, running a finger over your breastbone slowly down to your stomach, his eyes following the invisible trail his touch burnt on your skin. He left a wet kiss on your chest and licked his way to one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth, torturing it with his tongue and tugging it with his teeth making it even harder. Although his moves were slow, you could feel how aroused and ravenous he was, his breathing shallow and fast just like yours. You closed your eyes, burying your face in his hair, feeling him everywhere; his lips on your breasts, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your lower back, his erection stirring between your legs. His scent and taste defined your reality now.

Sliding your hand between your bodies and pressing firmly on his arousal made him growl like a wild animal against your skin. He looked up at you with lustful eyes ordering you to take off your clothes. The demand in his husky voice stole your breath for a second. He commanded and needed you at the same time. You stood up obediently, let the dress fall down to your ankles, slowly peeled off your panties down your legs and stepped out of them with small moves while watching him watching you.

You crawled back onto the bed languidly, wrapping your fingers at the waistband of his sweatpants, removing them slowly along with his black boxer briefs, revealing his throbbing manhood and his muscular thighs. He stared at your face through half-lidded eyes with desire, taking in how you ran your tongue over your lips at the sight of the glistening precum that oozed from the top of the head, showing your eagerness to taste him.

He pulled you against his body, holding you close, feeling the warmth of your body skin on skin, your breasts pressed into his chest and his erection straining against your body. His lips captured yours in a deep passionate kiss, owning your very existence.

“The things I wanna do to you, right now,” he moaned in your mouth, locking eyes with you.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to make you come. Hard.”

“Mmm, how?” you purred, biting your lower lip to the suggestion. His eyes fell on your lips again and a small wicked grin appeared on his.

“Ride my face and I’ll show you,” his voice low and heavy with desire. His words sparked an adventurous excitement inside you, making your heart start racing. A bold smile appeared on your face taking up his challenge and the look of awe in the doctor’s eyes gave you the courage to move over, stride his beard, facing towards his body. His strong hands guided your knees on either side of his head and then trailed over your body, adoring every inch of it.

The beautiful close up of your dripping core mere inches from his eager mouth made him salivate, yearning for the taste of you. His tongue started tracing the inner of your thighs, writing small circles on the sensitive skin, lazily finding his way to your lips, licking, sucking, and making them beautifully wet. But his hands on your butt cheeks, kneading the round flesh with fervour showed you that he was impatient to dive into the main course immediately.

A warm, coiled tension started building up inside you, feeling your muscles quivering in anticipation. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding on the soft bristles of his beard, the variation in textures making you weak. You leaned slightly forward, putting your hands on his stomach to hold on, the small change in angle intensifying the sensation and giving him more space to navigate. You couldn’t tell the difference between his lips or tongue. All you could feel was just a nice, sloppy warm mess. A loud gasp escaped you when you felt his tongue run over your opening, lapping your juices.

“You taste like honey,” he grunted into your core, the vibration of his bass hitting you hard. He didn’t wait for you to answer, he went on with his smooth, wet and warm stimulation. When he hit your clit, your whole body shuddered in his tight grip. The effect he had on you made his cock jump. You leaned lower, putting your mouth on him, your fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. You felt his body jerk upon contact and he tried to drown a curse clenching his teeth, causing you to laugh around him. But you didn’t stop, taking him deeper, giving him the attention he needed.

For a moment, he let himself get lost in your ministrations, having your eager, soft tongue wrapped around him, eyes closed, moaning deep, feeling he was growing bigger and harder in your mouth. You took advantage of his openness and brought your hand over his sack, massaging it softly, accelerating the pace, your tongue twirling around his glands every time your lips were around his head.

“Fuck!”

His hips thrust up involuntarily, searching to go deeper into the wetness of your mouth. You felt like you had the upper hand, loving the power he granted you over him, the naughty side of you wanting to make this a race of who was going to come first. But you should have known better, Sy wouldn’t let you have this one. He pressed his tongue flat on your core, intensifying the sensation and then ran it over your opening and sliding it inside you. You couldn’t keep the needy moan from escaping, feeling his tongue teasing your moist entrance and penetrating you.

Your focus was lost and so was your balance. You leaned your forehead on his pelvis, concentrating on all the pleasure he was giving you, stroking him slowly with your hand.

"Don't stop,” you whimpered, feeling the warmth of your orgasm spreading all over you. He pulled you closer against his face and shoved his tongue deeper inside you, fucking you at a frantic pace while his beard set your clit on fire. Your legs started trembling, his firm grip not allowing you to move away from him, the light tremors of your orgasm building into an earthquake, making you shudder and scream.

“God, Luc! Your tongue is magical,” you gasped as you collapsed on the bed, panting with your eyes closed. You heard his deep chuckle and felt the bed shift as he moved over, lying next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist and he scattered small kisses on your shoulder and collarbone, his beard wet from your nectar left a cooling sensation on your skin. You turned to face him, bringing your hand on his jaw, guiding him into a deep kiss. His kisses were always a delicious treat but now that you tasted yourself on his lips and tongue, it made you feel amazing and aroused again.

Never breaking your kiss, Sy laid on top of you, his weight spreading your legs apart. You couldn’t stop your hands from tracing his taut body, relishing in the texture of his muscles. You could feel he was tense, his strength, his heat increasing as he was taking over you and you couldn’t get enough of it. You needed this. You wanted to watch his face as he came inside you, to have his sweat all over you and you couldn’t believe it was finally happening. And neither could he.

He fought to control his movements and the urge to claim you hard, pouring all his passion on you. He needed his mind to take over the primal, animal instinct he was feeling at that moment. He was too far gone by now, his whole body aflame. Your voice brought him back.

“Lucas,” you whispered more breath than voice.

“Say it again. Say my name,” he said in your ear, his voice a low groan.

“Lucas, do it.”

His expression was one of intense concentration, replaced by wide sensation, as he eased slowly inside you. His thrust was slow, gentle, allowing your body to get used to his size and open up for him. You took in a deep breath as your body prepared for that familiar feeling of pain to come and tensed up but his kisses, his bites, his touch, his fire engulfed you, making you relax and forget about everything. Without even being aware of it, your pelvises touched and there you were, one deep inside the other. The realization alone made you both gasp, staring at each other with awe.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sy murmured, the overwhelming feeling choking him.

You paused for a moment, running a mental check before nodding faintly and breathing: “More”.

Sy took a moment trying to catch his breath and allowing you to catch yours. Eventually, your bodies unwinded and your breaths almost synced. With slow, soft thrusts he started moving inside you, claiming your mouth at the same slow, languid pace. Your bodies now were the closest they could be. The intense feeling of your tightness made him moan against your lips.

“I can feel every muscle inside you moving,” he gasped, “and it feels fucking incredible.”

"I love the way you feel inside me," you said, your voice giving away a slight hint of breaking, feeling a lump in your throat. You just needed to say it, tell him before your heart burst.

"I love the way I feel inside you," he let out a low content groan, not picking up your emotional overload.

"I love that I can trust you," you went on, closing your eyes trying to contain your feelings, trying to find comfort in his motions, rocking back and forth inside you.

The tears in your voice were more evident, making Sy stop and look at you with worry on his face.

"Baby... Look at me."

You couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, you didn't want to ruin this moment for both of you.

"It's OK, bug. I'm here for you. Open your eyes."

"I love how you are always here for me," you gasped an intense sob ripping through you. "I-I love... you."

His eyes travelled from your lips forming those three words to your eyes, gazing inside them, finding your soul and claiming it as his own. He saw you, really, truly saw you and loved what was there. He tenderly caressed your face with his fingertips, wiping away the trail of your tears. He placed a feathery kiss on your lips and whispered:

"I love you too."

[angryschnauzer]

Your sat in the park enjoying a coffee, reading your book., when a big dog comes bounding up to you. He looks like hes trying to get you to follow him, so you do. He leads you to his person, who is lying on the ground, holding his ankle. "Are you ok? Can you you put any weight on it?" "I might be able to, could do with some help tho. If that's ok?" That's how you and henry met, when you were his knight in shining armour

Finally, an unoccupied park bench came into view and you settled down with your book, resting your coffee on the seat as you searched for your place in your book. You didn’t get long for your lunchbreaks at work, so you were eager to get back into the make believe world of Witchers and Monsters and all things magical. 

Absorbed in your book you were only faintly aware of people walking past, of dogs on leads sniffing around the bench before being urged to follow their owners, and finally in a lull in the lunchtime wanders your little piece of the city park was quiet. Just the birds and the wind in the trees. As you read quickly you heard a thud and groan, glancing up but not hearing anything else and just presumed it was someone else in the park where the paths intertwined the trees.

“WOOF!”

The sound of a dog barking mere inches from you sprung you from your imaginary world causing you to drop your book, letting out a tiny squeal of shock when you saw the massive ball of fluff sitting in front of you, his head higher than your knees;

“Jesus Christ, where did you come from?”

“Woof”

The massive dog stood and padded its front paws impatiently, turning around before barking again, and it was only then that you saw that its harness wasn’t just for walking it, it was a service dog, and its lead was still dragging behind it;

“Where’s your Mummy?” The dog cocked its head as if confused; “Your Daddy?”

He barked and jumped, quickly shoving your book into your jacket pocket, your coffee long forgotten, and grabbed its lead, letting out a yelp as it started to run into the wooded park of the park;

“Okay okay, slow down a little, we’ll find your Daddy”

The massive dog dragged you through the woods, the earth slippery where it had rained that morning and you struggled to keep up. You were out of breath when the dog barked again and you heard a pained voice call back;

“Kal?”

“Hello?”

“Oh thank god” the voice came back; “Over here, by the stream”

You let go of the dog lead and let the dog run ahead, and finally the owner came into view.

“Oh my god! What happened to you?” you asked-come-shrieked as you slid down the stream bank, thankfully catching yourself on the tree roots before you carefully stepped into the cold ankle deep water of the stream and waded to the other side where a very muddy yet very handsome man sat on a fallen tree.

He pointed to the top of the bank;

“Well we were running along the path up there, when someone saw a squirrel” At the mention of ‘someone’, the dog lowered its ears and let out a whine; “Next thing i know i’m being pulled at a right angle, Kal here takes off downhill and lets me slide down 20ft of bank and into the stream... and i’ve fuck my ankle”

Immediately you dropped to your knees, the legs of your scrubs soaking through as you gently held the ankle the man had pointed to;

“Can you you put any weight on it?"

"I might be able to, could do with some help tho. If that's ok?"

“We’ll have to walk along the stream, about 20ft around the bend there’s a small footbridge we can climb up onto”

Having wrapped the guys arm around your shoulder, you helped him hobble along the stream, thankful that it had been architecturally planned in the 1920′s and had a concrete floor, and with a surprising amount of upper body strength the man had pulled himself up onto the small footbridge before extending a hand to you;

“No, you’re injured!”

“My ankle is injured, my upper body strength is still fine Darling” he grinned, and with a squeal you were lifted up until you were sitting next to him. 

-

You’d called an ambulance once you were out of the stream, the crew arriving quickly and able to park nearby, coming running down the path and smiling when they saw you;

“Can’t get enough to helping people when you’re on shift, you do it on your breaks as well now Nurse?”

It was only then that the man you’d helped rescue realised you were in uniform;

“You’re a nurse?”

“Yes. Well technically physiotherapist. At St Thomas’”

Before you could explain any further the ambulance crew were assessing the man, helping him to hobble up the steep path as they couldn’t get the stretcher down it. You grabbed the lead of the fluffball that had alerted you and the two of you followed his Dad up the steps.

-

Sitting in the back of the ambulance you smiled as the man introduced himself;

“I’m Henry by the way”

“Its nice to meet you”

“I’ve got to say its handy Kal here found you, he’s pretty useless most of the time”

You ruffled the big dog’s fur on its head;

“Oh all he did was interrupt my coffee and book, he did ok”

“What book are you reading?”

You pulled the book from your jacket, groaning when you saw it was now soaking wet and the pages were sticking together.

“Oh, The Witcher Series? I love those ones!” Henry grinned; “Perhaps, as your copy is ruined, i can send you a replacement?”

-

A week later the internal mail arrived at your office, and you were surprised to see a parcel that had been sent via Royal Mail. Opening it you saw the cover and smiled, a small note clipped to the front;

“To say thank you for rescuing me. Would love to replace that coffee you missed if you’d let me? Love Henry xxx” and it had a number written clearly beneath it.

Thinking ‘what the hell’ you sent him a text, thanking him for the book and asking how he was doing, smiling when you saw the reply;

“Resting up but getting cabin fever. Know of any good coffee shops around Kensington that are accessible if you’re on crutches?”