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pascalpanic · 3 years

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At Last (Frankie Morales x gn!Reader)

Summary: you, Frankie, and your fur baby go camping! Little does Frankie know what you have planned.

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: flirting, innuendo, alcohol, food, language, otherwise, this is toothaching fluff!

A/N: SAMMY MY BELOVED @sanchosammy GAVE ME THIS IDEA! I hope it’s as cute as I think it is :) also, Charlie (Frankie’s pup) isn’t involved in this fic but she is still part of the fam :)

Pine trees surround you on either side, tall and majestic. You can see the blue-gray sky patching through the canopy; the clouds are leaving, but some linger a little longer to clog up the sky. The air is warm and slightly humid, but a wonderful breeze rustles through the trees and rushes across your bare arms. Your trail shoes squelch underfoot in the damp ground. You sigh, totally content with this moment.

Frankie’s flannel is tied around his waist, leaving him in his khaki cargo pants and t-shirt. A couple of curls peek out from under his ball cap, turning into little ringlets at the nape of his neck. He walks in front of you on the trail, his boots pressing prints into the soft ground. His back profile is beautiful, even with the large camping pack, and you can’t help but grin.

Foxtrot embodies her name- Frankie is holding her leash, and the auburn and white dog trots up ahead of him, sniffing along the mulched and muddied path. The air smells of humidity that’s just passed over and that wonderful accompanying petrichor. Fox’s white paws are surely getting dirtied, but that’s only to be expected. You don’t care, too excited to watch your boyfriend and dog walk ahead of you.

Frowning at the bend of Frankie’s back, you catch up and take his free hand. “Let me carry something, baby.”

“No,” he shakes his head, lacing his fingers through yours. “You have important cargo,” he teases and pats your back lightly.

Strapped to your back, in a backpack-style blue case, is your ukulele. One hand carries the cooler, slung over your shoulder, filled with food and drinks for tonight. Frankie carries the heavy-duty stuff- the tent, stakes, more essential supplies. “At least let me take Fox.”

Her red ears perk up at her name and she stops, turning and growing excited, as if she forgot you were there. “Yeah, hi Foxy!” You coo as she runs towards you, jumping with her front paws in the air in excitement. “Yeah, you love it out here, don’t you?” You ask her in a baby voice, scratching behind her ears as she circles around your legs and prevents you from moving. Frankie drops her leash in order to prevent your legs from being tourniqueted by it, and it drags behind her in the mud.

When you pick up the leash, it’s sludgy and damp, but you don’t mind too much. You continue the hike forward and Frankie and Fox follow at your sides, both beaming ear to ear and enjoying the serenity of the woods.

Frankie picked the campsite, so he’s technically leading the way, but the trail is fairly straightforward, meaning you don’t need to be led. Frankie points out wildlife here and there: chipmunks, rabbits, cardinals and chickadees flitting through the pine-needled canopy. He’s in his element, and you’re in yours: with him.

The mud gives way to drier ground ahead, and luckily enough Frankie pulls off to the side. It’s the perfect spot, with a beautiful little field of wildflowers. “Welcome to your five-star hotel for the night, babe,” he assures you and kisses you softly, making you giggle and kiss him back with excitement and a pinch of nerves in your stomach.

There’s a routine the two of you have silently adopted. Frankie sets up the small tent, just big enough for the two of you and Fox. You gather kindling, set up a fire, arrange the chairs and all-around make the outdoor area of your campsite ideal.

Frankie is a man of patience, truly, but sometimes the little portable tent proves to be a challenge. You allow Fox off of her leash, knowing she’s well-trained enough to stick around the site, and find your way to the mess of fabric and stakes covering the man. “Baby. For the love of God, we do this all the time,” you tease.

“Well, something must’ve fucking changed,” he grumbles as he fiddles with the parts. You get on your knees on the soft bed of dried pine needles and help him out. With your help, the tent takes no time at all to put up, and you stand and brush off your hands. Frankie gives you a sheepish smile and you give him a kiss.

The two of you don’t need to converse while you set things up. You enjoy the woods, the rustling of the wind and chirping of birds. Fox curls up on the blanket you set out for her, and when everything is done, you unzip the cooler and hand Frankie a beer. “Well, now we’re all set.”

“Let the fun begin,” he chuckles and twists the top open, clinking his glass bottle to yours.

“So, Francisco,” you smile over at him. “What do you have planned for this trip? I know you have some sort of plan laid out up there,” you tease and rap on his head softly, through the trucker cap resting there.

He blushes a little and looks away. “I don’t always have a plan.”

“Hey.” You turn his face back to yours by the chin. “You do and I absolutely love it. Now tell me about it, please, baby.”

Frankie removes his hat and runs a hand through his curls. “Well, I figured we could start the fire soon, cook dinner over it. It’ll get dark pretty quick. Then hang around the campfire, maybe play some of the games I packed.”

“Is a quiet tumble in the tent on the cards?” You ask him with a teasing grin, nudging his side.

He shrugs, jokingly, as if he’s considering it. “I don’t see why we couldn’t squeeze that in. We only have, oh… three hours of time in between these plans.”

“Then we’ll use all three of those hours,” you shrug and steal a kiss, smiling into his lips. “I love you. And I love it out here.” You were never a nature person before Frankie, usually preferring indoors adventures to hiking or camping. Frankie looks like he belongs out here, and he probably thinks he does. Even if you didn’t enjoy the fun of outdoors adventuring, you’d have at least one thing to enjoy: Frankie’s excitement and enthusiasm over it. “Thank you.”

Fox is curled at Frankie’s feet, and he bends over to scratch her ears, running his fingers through her scruffy fur. “Thank you, baby. For coming out here with me and putting up with all of this. I couldn’t ask for a better adventure partner.”

You do, indeed, cook dinner over the fire. You’d prepped all kinds of chopped vegetables to be grilled over an open flame, and had additionally packed pre-cooked hot dogs as well as s’mores ingredients. Frankie is a firm believer that it’s not camping if it doesn’t include graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows.

Luckily, your Frankie is a skilled griller. He always is, always has been. He takes care of the cooking part, since you prepared everything else, though he lets you hold the hot dogs over the fire to roast. “I feel like I’m at camp again,” you laugh as you slowly rotate the food over the fire.

Frankie is taking charge of the vegetables, expertly. They’re getting a beautiful char, you notice. “It’s much better, because you don’t have to sneak around to make out with your boyfriend at night, huh?” He teases and tosses you a grin.

“But I get my boyfriend all to myself,” you nod and confirm. “And I have my baby girl with me,” you coo as you rub Foxtrot’s head, where she’s resting at your side.

The meal is delicious, of course, when the two of you work together and each used your strong skills. Frankie slips bites to Fox when he thinks you’re not looking, of course, but it’s endearing, the way the dog’s big brown eyes mirror those looking down at her.

There’s not much conversation while you eat, mouths occupied with food rather than speaking. That’s alright. There’s plenty of time for that tonight and tomorrow.

The sun starts sinking lower when Frankie brings the marshmallows from the tent. “Guess what time it is!” He exclaims as he rips open the bag, skewering two marshmallows and holding them over the fire.

Like he’s a skilled griller, he’s also a wonderful marshmallow-toaster. Frankie toasts yours to perfection, just the way you like it, and you do your part as the s’more-sandwicher, shoving the marshmallow between the graham crackers and chocolate.

There’s no signal out here, and you agreed neither of you would use your phones unless an emergency happened. Frankie frowns as he sees your phone. “Hey. Put that away. Don’t use that.”

“There’s an emergency, Frankie,” you whine, opening the camera app with one hand and eating the sugary dessert with the other.

“And what’s that?” He asks, taking a bite of his s’more.

Strings of gooey marshmallow connect the sandwich to his lips, making him laugh, and you snap a picture at the perfect moment: Frankie’s closed-lipped smile as his s’more falls apart on him. “You’re too damn cute, that’s the emergency,” you laugh and set the photo as your lock screen, tossing it away.

Frankie’s schedule actually worked itself naturally. After the s’mores and a wet-wipe hand-washing to remove the endless marshmallow from Frankie’s hands, you find yourself sitting around the fire, no light left in the sky. When you look up, all you can see is inky blue and pine trees, the stars yet to make their nightly rise.

“I have a song request,” Frankie asks and raises his hand like a child in a classroom.

“Yes, Francisco?” You tease as you walk to the tent, grabbing your ukulele and returning with it, sitting back in your lawn chair with it. “Hit me.”

“Only The Good Die Young by Billy Joel. No, wait- Country Roads.”

Laughing, you noodle around with the strings for a moment. You knew this moment would come, and here’s the opportunity. “I can play all of those and more, Frankie. We’ll do the Billy Joel first,” you nod decisively.

Frankie sounds like the forest wolves at night when he sings along. He absolutely howls, taken away by the song, taken to a place where his voice isn’t just a little on the rougher end of good. He belts the words and dances along in his seat, like you do.

Then Country Roads. You thought the last one was bad before you hear Frankie’s booming voice echoing the ballad of West Virginia through seemingly the entire preserve. But you don’t care in the slightest. You sing along proudly, strumming your ukulele harder and harder until you’re sure you can’t add any more volume before snapping a string.

After the song, you pause and rest your ukulele flat on your lap. “Frankie, baby. Can I ask you something?”

He nods, smiling over at you. “Any time. What’s up, buttercup?” He asks, taking one of your hands and kissing the knuckles.

“Will you marry me?” You ask. The question is straight and to the point, blunt and honest. Your face conveys your hope, and the grandiose speech follows. “I love you beyond belief, Frankie. I love you almost as much as you love these woods. I know you love me too. I just… think it’s time. We’ll be perfect for it. What do you say?”

You can feel Frankie’s slightly-chapped lips curve into a smile against your hand. He’s grinning and then he’s crying, soft water droplets forming in the corners of his eyes. “Of course I’ll marry you,” he grins, grabbing your ukulele and setting it aside.

Once the ukulele is on the ground, Frankie stands in front of your chair and lifts you to your feet, kissing you with such fervor you can’t help but gasp. When he breaks away, you smile, eyes watering too. “I know it wasn’t the most elegant of proposals, but-”

“It was the most us,” Frankie cuts you off with a teary grin. “I would be honored to be your husband, my love. You really want me enough to do that?”

“Frankie,” you coo, cupping his face in your hand. “You are the best husband I could ever want, could ever dream for,” you assure him and kiss his nose gently.

The man laughs, wiping his tears away. “Then let’s get married,” he whoops excitedly, then lets out an excited shout to the woods. “We’re getting married!”

You laugh at his loud and booming declaration, but nothing can detract you for the love and joy in your heart.

When you and Frankie settle down in your chairs again, you pick up the ukulele and finish off with one last beautiful song that you and Frankie have always adored, with a title that truly fits: At Last.

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yourfaceislikeabluemoon · 4 years

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You’re Gonna Be the Death of Me, I Swear

Words: 9.7k

Warning: A decent amount of language throughout with the majority in the last scene, kissing (starts out fairly innocent but gets raunchier as the fic progresses), teacher/student roleplay if you squint, Changbin calls Hyunjin pup/puppy, grinding but barely, brief mentions of jacking off, just a hint of angst, crying and apologies, marking/love bites, praise (they both clearly have praise kinks but it’s never explicitly mentioned), brief nipple play/licking/biting, blowjob, frottage (Changbin jerks them off at the same time), lots of dirty talk, Hyunjin has a filthy mouth but is also a whiny baby, cum play/eating, spanking, ass eating, fingering, very brief degradation, barebacking (practice safe sex y’all), cumming inside, and brief innuendos.

A/N: hey, I’m back with another member x member fic! this one is a lot dirtier than the last one oops 🤭 Changjin has been living in my mind rent free this entire comeback so I just had to write something and ‘Kissing Practice’ is one of my favorite tropes and so this filth was born! so yeah, my brain has actually been coming up with ideas lately, which is basically a miracle considering the wasteland it was for 6+ months straight. as always, I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think! it really motivates me to write more and I appreciate every single one of you that takes time out of their day to read what I write, thank you so so much! oki enjoy hehe ❤

“Forget it. It’s stupid, I know. Forget I even asked.”

“No, wait!” Changbin called after Hyunjin, who had stood up from his spot on the couch to head off to his room. Hyunjin sighed tiredly and turned back around to face his older groupmate. “Why me?”

Eyebrows knit together, Hyunjin returned to his space next to Changbin. “Why not you?”

Bin let out a broken noise, trying to formulate his words properly, “No, I mean why not Chan or Minho? Why was I the hyung you came to?” When Hyunjin’s expression morphed into that of an abandoned puppy, Changbin held up his hands, “Not that I don’t want to help you! You know I’ll always help you when you ask-- and, and I’m not trying to get out of it or anything. Just, why me? Wouldn’t Chan be better at this sort of thing? I don’t know, seniority or something.”

Hyunjin chuckled at Bin’s babbling, shaking his head as he looked down at his own lap. “First of all, I’m scared of Minho.” Changbin couldn’t hold back his laughter and Hyunjin shrugged but laughed along with him. “Second, everyone but Felix knows Chan’s been pining after Felix for years and I don’t want to feel like a homewrecker even though feelings aren’t attached, you know?”

“Good point. Chan needs to grow a pair, honestly. Like what’s the worst that could happen? Felix giggles at him?” Bin let a rush of air out of his nose at the image that popped into his head before turning back to a grinning Hyunjin who was nodding in agreement.

“Yeah,” the younger continued, “So as you can see, that leaves me with one hyung. You.”

Changbin gave him an unamused look, “So I’m a last resort.”

Hyunjin shook his head again, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. “No, you’re really not. You’re the one that likes my lips so much. I figured you’d be the one who wouldn’t feel completely tortured if you went along with my proposal. Maybe you wouldn’t mind it. I was probably wrong in assuming that. I’m sorry.”

“You aren’t wrong,” Bin denied adamantly. Realizing how eager he sounded, he quickly calmed himself down and cleared his throat. “Everyone thinks you have nice lips, not just me.”

Leaning a bit closer, Hyunjin lowered his voice, “I think you like them more than the others do, though.”

Changbin gulped but tried to look casual, “Maybe I do.”

“Then, what do you say?” Hyunjin tilted his head and stared at the elder with interest, wide-eyed and waiting.

Bin couldn’t make eye contact. He stared at an empty soda can sitting on the coffee table as thoughts whirled around in his head like a tornado. Should he say ‘yes’? Would he be risking everything he had worked so hard to conceal? Was this bound to end in disaster if he went along with it?

He bit the bullet.

“OK.”

The thing is, Hyunjin’s ‘proposal’ wasn’t exactly expected, to say the least. Essentially, Hyunjin had sought out Changbin in order to ask him to be the one to teach the younger how to kiss. He claimed that he had no experience and didn’t know how; he didn’t want to be a total fuck up when the time came around where he needed this particular skill. So, he decided to ask one of his hyungs for help, to teach him, and to help him practice.

Changbin was, quite honestly, flabbergasted. The prettiest human being he had ever had the privilege of observing was telling him that they had no experience and was asking him for lessons in the form of basically making out. There was a teeny tiny red flag that shot up in the back of Changbin’s mind as he processed Hyunjin’s ‘proposal’, but apparently it wasn’t enough of a deterrent to keep his emotions from controlling his decision-making because he agreed to it without much persuasion. Changbin was determined that, in the end, Hyunjin would not be a total fuck up when it came to kissing, even if that meant he had to put himself through hell trying to keep his feelings out of the equation.

Hyunjin admittedly felt a little guilty when he plopped down on Changbin’s bed a couple days later and asked, “So, is it time for my first lesson yet?”

He had been wanting to kiss Changbin pretty much since the moment they met. Lying about not having experience and needing help was the strategy he had finally brainstormed to get his way. He had the smallest hint of feeling like he would regret this idea but he blamed Changbin and his doll lips for ultimately giving into temptation.

The older swiveled around in his desk chair to face Hyunjin. “I suppose. But are you sure you want me to be your first kiss?”

Hyunjin coughed and tripped over his own words, “It-it’s just p-practice! It doesn’t really c-count as the-the-as the real thing!”

Changbin gently smiled at him but Hyunjin couldn’t tell if the flash in his eyes was of pain or pity. He decided to ignore it since neither would make him feel any better. Changbin was about to push himself out of his chair but Hyunjin stopped him, “Um, I’ll-I’ll come over there.”

The sudden raise of his eyebrows gave away the fact that Changbin was somewhat startled by Hyunjin’s statement but he nodded curtly as permission, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He relaxed back into his chair as Hyunjin shyly made his way over. The younger stopped about a foot away from Changbin’s knees and gulped, genuinely nervous as hell.

“So, should I just…” Hyunjin didn’t know if he was supposed to wait for instruction or if he was meant to just dive in. Changbin raised a brow, challenging this time, and waited to see if Hyunjin really would make the first move. Sure enough, he stepped slightly closer, let out a quick breath, and leaned forward, placing a hand on each armrest before quickly pecking Changbin’s lips. “There. How was that?”

Changbin’s brain took a moment to process the question, eventually coming to the conclusion that teasing would prompt the most favorable outcome a.k.a. Hyunjin pouting in frustration. “How was what?”

Bingo. Hyunjin huffed angrily, brows knitted together and lips pushed out in the anticipated pout. He balled his fists at his sides and slowly unclenched them. Leaning back in, he placed a slightly longer peck on Changbin’s lips but retreated just as fast as the first time. He gestured sharply, “That.”

“That?” Changbin asked, pointing at his own lips. Hyunjin inclined his head and his expression could only read ‘duh’. “That wasn’t a kiss.”

A fire lit behind Hyunjin’s eyes and he snarled, “Then what, Seonsaengnim, is?”

Changbin smirked daringly and patted his thigh, “Take a seat, haksaeng.”

Hyunjin matched the older’s smirk and, licking his lips seductively, he eased himself into Changbin’s lap, one thick thigh on either side. It was a little awkward in the desk chair but something about squeezing in so close together made it all the more thrilling. Changbin’s hands immediately found the younger’s hips, earning a shiver when he gripped at them roughly.

The elder was completely calm, steely gaze wandering Hyunjin’s features while Hyunjin felt just as inexperienced as he was pretending to be, panting already. Bin slid his hand up Hyunjin’s side to rest his pointer finger under his chin. The pad of his thumb pressed into the younger’s plush lower lip as he gently guided him forward. Hyunjin obediently let himself be pulled closer, eyes slipping closed at the delicate touch.

When Changbin slotted their lips together, he felt Hyunjin instantly melt into him and he resisted the urge to grin at his silent victory. He pulled back with a soft smacking noise before pressing his lips to Hyunjin’s again. After a few careful, sweet kisses to start off, the older drew back and looked at the boy in his lap who was chasing his lips with his eyes still closed. Changbin let out a quiet chuckle, “Eager puppy.”

Hyunjin whined and pouted again, eyes finally opening to look at Changbin. “Feels nice,” he mumbled under his breath as he glanced off to the side, somewhat embarrassed to make too much eye contact.

Bin hummed, “That’s nothing. Wanted to start you off easy though. Didn’t want to rush you at the very start.” He caressed the side of his face, thumb running over the soft skin of Hyunjin’s cheekbone before something in his brain alerted him that he was letting his feelings bleed in and he jerked his hand back suddenly.

Hyunjin tilted his head, expression rather confused, but Changbin covered up the awkwardness by forcing a smile. “Your turn.” The younger looked even more confused and Bin chuckled, “It’s pop quiz time. Show me what you’ve learned so far.”

“Already?” Hyunjin asked, dumbfounded. A light blush began to tint his cheeks. “Kinda lost focus,” he admitted. “I don’t really remember what to do.”

Bin smiled genuinely, “Just do your best, pup.”

Hyunjin’s blush deepened at the nickname and he took a deep breath before hesitantly reaching up to rest his fingertips against Changbin’s jawline and leaned in. He fit their lips together just like Bin had done earlier, dragging away and pressing in again and again.

When he withdrew, Changbin was a little flushed and Hyunjin felt a jolt of happiness rush through him because that was from him. He grinned, “How was that?”

Bin scoffed jokingly, “‘Don’t really remember’, my ass!”

The younger blushed again and his gaze fell to his hands in his lap where he was picking at loose skin around his fingernail.

“It was much better, Jinnie. You did well.” Hyunjin glanced up at Changbin’s praise and smiled gratefully. “But I think that’s enough learning for today.”

Hyujin shook his head adamantly and pouted again, “Just one more lesson. Please, Binnie hyung?”

Changbin’s laugh was bright and teasing, “You like kissing that much already?”

The younger bit at his lip and glanced away before looking back at Bin and nodded shyly. He really, really, really liked it, especially if it was with Changbin; he wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Changbin sighed, feigning reluctance, but he couldn’t help but grin, “Alright. You know I can’t say no to those puppy dog eyes of yours.”

Hyunjin lit up and bounced slightly in Bin’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck as he settled comfortably. Changbin’s hands were back on his hips and he nodded at the younger, “C’mere.”

Giggling, Hyunjin leaned in once again and voluntarily initiated the kiss, letting Bin take the lead after he had left a few sweet pecks on his lips. Changbin fluidly moved their lips together and, without noticing in order to stop himself, Hyunjin ‘caught on’ rather quickly. He lost himself in Changbin’s pretty doll lips, his warmth, the scent of his skin, in Changbin. Hyunjin’s fingers found the hair at Bin’s nape and he tangled them in the soft strands while the older’s arms wound around his waist, drawing him in even closer.

Changbin didn’t let the kiss get too dirty or passionate but he knew it felt right, Hyunjin in his lap holding onto him for dear life, tugging at his hair, squeezing in as close as possible. The older pulled away begrudgingly and Hyunjin chased his lips again, causing Bin to chuckle at him despite his own labored breathing. “That’s enough, pup.” Hyunjin pouted once more and slouched in disappointment. “You’re a fast learner, aren’t you, Jinnie?”

The younger hummed appreciatively, “I’m learning from the best.”

Bin rolled his eyes and let out a huff of air in his amusement. “How do you know I’m the best, Mr. I Have No Experience?”

“Shh,” Hyunjin hushed him with a long, slender finger faintly resting against Changbin’s rose tinted lips. “I just know.” A glint of mischief flashed in his eyes and he bit at his bottom lip before giggling again. He tried as gracefully as he could to stand up but his legs were admittedly a little wobbly. Hyunjin just laughed at himself and shrugged, “Well, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing before I bothered you.”

Changbin furrowed his brow. “You didn’t bother me, Hyunjin. I’m, uhh,” he cleared his throat, “I’m happy to help.”

Hyunjin smiled warmly and leaned down to press another kiss to his hyung’s lips. “Thank you, Binnie hyung,” he whispered against them before pulling away and leaving Changbin’s bedroom, softly shutting the door behind himself.

Bin sat staring after him for who knows how many minutes, lost in thought and missing the warmth of Hyunjin in his lap. He sighed deeply. He simply wanted what he just couldn’t have and he had to convince himself to bury those feelings. He was going to regret this, he could feel it in his bones.

The younger leaned his back against the door and stared off into space wondering why he even started this whole thing, why he didn’t just tell Changbin the truth and admit his feelings from the start. Guilt swam in his stomach like churning waves and he felt tears prick at his eyes. Hyunjin gulped and blinked them away, taking a deep breath before heading off to distract himself somehow.

“Is this ok?” Hyunjin asked tentatively as he eased down onto Changbin’s lap.

Bin chuckled, “This seems to be your favorite spot lately.” When the younger blushed and shied away, Changbin smiled warmly and rested his hands on Hyunjin’s hips, “As long as you're comfortable, I’m fine.”

Biting his lip, Hyunjin glanced at the couch cushion next to them and cleared his throat. “So what’s lesson three, or whatever number we’re on?”

The elder smirked, “I know you’ve been keeping track, pup. You can’t fool me.” Changbin swore he saw Hyunjin’s eye twitch and a flash of agony wash over his face and leave as quickly as it came, but he chose to ignore it and ghosted his hands up and down the sides of the boy in his lap. “Why don’t I just show you, hmm?”

“Should I expect a pop quiz after?” Hyunjin looked up through his lashes, teasing smile curving his pretty, plush lips.

Changbin scoffed jokingly, “It wouldn’t be a pop quiz if I warned you it was happening, Jinnie.”

The younger squinted suspiciously and shrugged his shoulders. “I thought I’d be able to read you. But I guess I’ll just have to pay really close attention and impress you if you do decide to test me.”

Nervousness peeked through Changbin’s calm facade and he gulped apprehensively before composing himself and grunting a noise of acknowledgement. He reached up to grab the back of Hyunjin’s neck and tugged him forward, slotting their lips together forcefully. Hyunjin’s breath hitched and the desire to ruin him clouded Changbin’s mind as he moved his lips against Hyunjin’s, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth before nipping at it aggressively. The younger let out a surprised but pleased sigh and Changbin felt him shiver in his hold.

He kissed back just as sharply, pulling back slightly with Changbin’s lower lip trapped in his teeth, tugging at the flesh before letting it bounce back. He opened his eyes to admire Bin’s features and when the olders eyes fluttered open, Hyunjin smirked at how dark and lustful his gaze had become. Without warning, Hyunjin dove back in and Changbin found himself panting into the others mouth, caught off guard and losing himself in the kiss.

Hyunjin kissed eagerly and feverishly, mouth moving forcibly against Changbin’s but somehow it wasn’t too much. In fact, Bin was craving more and he had to force himself not to take more than was acceptable at the time. He reluctantly withdrew, head falling back against the couch as he tried to catch his breath, eyes still closed.

“Fuck,” Changbin laughed airily, “I don’t think I have to test you after that.”

“Yeah?”

Bin let out another huff of air, “Yeah. It was almost too good.”

Hyunjin sucked his lips into his mouth and bit down, frowning skittishly and glad Changbin still had his eyes shut. “Sorry.”

“No!” Bin’s head shot up and he looked at the younger, perplexed. “Why are you apologizing, Jinnie?” He shook his head and chuckled gently, “I honestly didn’t want to stop.”

Lips shaped like a perfect ‘O’, Hyunjin gazed back at him, expression a little surprised as his cheeks reddened, “Oh.”

Changbin smiled at him fondly but embarrassment at his own admission started to creep up and he looked away shyly. “Don’t look at me like that! I can’t help it, I enjoyed it!”

Hyunjin giggled and leaned forward to whisper in Bin’s ear, “I liked it, too. Really, really liked it.” When he sat back, Changbin’s eyes had darkened again, pupils blown and faintly swollen lips parted.

“In that case,” the younger fidgeted in his lap as he took a deep, calming breath before continuing. “Move on to the next lesson?”

Eyes widening minutely, Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at Changbin’s lips before flicking back up to hold his steady gaze. “Please,” he pleaded almost soundlessly.

“I think I’m gonna regret teaching you how to use tongue because you’ll pick it up really fast and you’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” Changbin mumbled unintelligibly under his breath. Hyunjin managed to make out the last part of his sentence.

You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.

Those words swam around in his foggy head as he stared into Changbin’s eyes, almost in a daze and Changbin thought he looked far too fucked out from just a kiss but he wasn’t complaining about the beauty sitting in his lap. The older lured Hyunjin again easily, moulding their lips together the second he was close enough. Hyunjin felt like he was floating and he was suddenly brought back to earth by a burning in the pit of his stomach when Changbin slid his tongue over his bottom lip. He gasped against the older’s mouth, granting him access and tightening his grip around his neck, chests pressed against each other.

Changbin cautiously licked around the outline of Hyunjin’s open mouth, urging a stunned moan to escape from the younger boy. Smiling into the kiss, Bin sucked at his lower lip before moving their lips together again. Hyunjin hesitantly poked his tongue out and Changbin took the opportunity to suck on it, earning a whimper as Hyunjin fisted the front of the elders shirt. Changbin kissed him deeply and, just as he expected, the younger caught on quickly, tongues gracefully dancing together amidst sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

Pulling away for desperately needed oxygen, they rested their foreheads together as Changbin panted through a smile and Hyunjin stared at him, a hazy look in his eyes. Seconds later, Hyunjin pressed his lips to his hyung’s with new fervor, hands still tightly clutching at the material of Changbin’s shirt. He moaned wantonly when the elder squeezed at his waist.

Hyunjin felt the need to prove what he had learned despite not being asked this time around. He gave up trying to act like all this was new to him and just gave into kissing Changbin. Using his tongue like a hook, Hyunjin dragged Bin’s upper lip into his mouth and nipped at the flesh. The older groaned deeply and his hips canted upwards unintentionally. Pleased with himself, Hyunjin took to exploring Changbin’s mouth, earning moans and whimpers alike. When he finally pulled back, Changbin was the one dazed; kiss-bitten, swollen lips a deep, cherry red and eyes black and lecherous.

“Fuck,” he breathed, throwing his head back again. “Fuck! Why are you such a fast learner?”

The younger smirked, a sudden urge to kiss down Changbin’s exposed throat flashed in his mind but he quickly rid his brain of the thought, sure that that would be too far. At least for the moment.

Changbin laughed at the ceiling. It was almost lethargic. “I think the student has surpassed the teacher, fucking hell!”

Hyunjin couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up in his chest and he covered his mouth, eyes forming crescent moons above his hand.

“You can’t just look all cute after you did...that,” Bin mumbled when he glanced at the laughing boy in his lap. Suddenly reminded of the whole ‘canting of his hips’ thing and the very evident bulge in his pants underneath Hyunjin’s ass, Changbin flushed, mortified. Hyunjin took that exact moment to squirm in the olders lap and Bin groaned sheepishly. “That’s probably completely unwarranted since we were just kissing but uhh...fuck it! It’s your fault for being too good at kissing so thanks for that!”

Joy mixed with pride bloomed in Hyunjin and he bit his lip, giggling even more, before leaning in to whisper in Changbin’s ear once more. “It was my pleasure,” he taunted, taking Bin’s earring between his teeth and tugged at it gently; the older shivered under him. Then he was out of Changbin’s lap in a flash. As he made his way out of the living room, he called over his shoulder, “I’ll leave you to take care of that.”

“You little shit!” Changbin shouted after him, prompting Hyunjin to wiggle his fingers in a wave before rounding a corner. Bin dropped his head back on the couch, fancying a good old, frustrated scream, but he stayed quiet. He finally got off the couch and headed off to take care of his problem.

And if he imagined Hyunjin taking him apart bit by bit while he simultaneously took Hyunjin apart when he wrapped his hand around his aching, positively dripping cock, that was no one’s business.

He did.

He also chanted Hyunjin’s name in a whisper as he spurted white all over himself and his hand.

But again, no one’s business.

And if Hyunjin got off to the sounds his hyung was making in the other room while he imagined how good Changbin would look covered in his cum, just to reiterate, that was no one’s business.

He did.

He was also overcome with an overwhelming wave of guilt moments after he came to the thought of Changbin.

No one’s business.

It became a normal thing, secret kisses and immediate guilt and burying of feelings. Hyunjin was sick to his stomach quite often, to the point that Chan got concerned with how often he was saying he was sick and going to lay down. Changbin worried that it was his fault. Maybe the younger was sick of him. Maybe he hated kissing Bin and just kept going along with it so as not to make him feel bad. If only he hadn’t said yes, if only they didn’t keep this up, if only, if, if. Changbin worried himself sick but he didn’t let Chan notice because Chan definitely didn’t need anything else to worry about.

“I’m going to go check on him,” Changbin volunteered a few minutes after Hyunjin mentioned he was feeling off and went to lay down for the nth time that week. Chan gave him an appreciative look and nodded approvingly.

Bin headed for the kitchen to make some ginger tea to soothe Hyunjin’s upset stomach. Once it was brewed, he took the steaming mug and knocked lightly on Hyunjin’s bedroom door before quietly opening it and peeking his head in. “Jinnie, it’s me. I brought you some ginger tea. It might help your stomach.”

Hyunjin grunted and laid still, facing the wall as Changbin padded in and set the mug down on the bedside table. The older hesitated before sitting on the bed in the curve Hyunjin’s legs formed and rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Jinnie,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Changbin heard a sniffle and his heart immediately clenched in pain at the thought of Hyunjin crying. “Oh, Jinnie, baby. Don’t cry,” he pleaded selfishly, knowing just how much it hurt to see him cry.

Hyunjin let out a sob. “Why did you say you’re sorry? What for? I’m the one that’s sorry. I’m so sorry,” he babbled, voice cracking every other word. “I’m so sorry, hyung.”

“Jinnie,” Bin hesitated, on the brink of tears himself and he was sure they would spill when he saw the younger’s face but he asked anyway. “Can you look at me, please?” Hyunjin hiccuped and turned to face the older, unable to look him in the eye. “What are you apologizing for, baby? You have nothing to be sorry for!”

Throwing his hands up in the air, Hyunjin scoffed exasperatedly. “You couldn’t be more wrong, hyung!” He let his hands fall back to his sides and laughed sardonically through his tears.

Changbin couldn’t help the hurt expression that morphed his features. “I can’t know unless you tell me,” he tried, reaching for the younger’s hand to squeeze reassuringly. “You can tell me anything, Jinnie.” He could practically see the gears turning in Hyunjin’s head as he debated on whether or not to tell his hyung the truth. “I’m not sure if you think this or not, but I’m not mad at you. And I won’t be, no matter what you tell me. I just want to know what’s wrong because I’m worried sick about you and I want to fix whatever’s wrong if I can.”

Hyunjin’s bottom lip trembled as fresh tears spilled over his cheeks. He shot up and wrapped his arms around Changbin, weeping into his shoulder as the older took him into his arms and soothed a hand up and down his back. “Jinnie,” he whispered, burying his face in Hyunjin’s neck. But that’s all he said. He waited patiently for the younger to speak his mind.

“I lied to you,” Hyunjin mumbled into his t-shirt. “I lied about,” his body shook with the deep breath he took, “I lied about not having experience.” Hyunjin pulled away and sat hunched over, staring into his own lap and fiddled with a loose string on his pant leg. “I made it all up. All of it. The whole kissing practice thing was just an excuse. And I kept the lie going and I feel awful about it. I feel so sick over it because I never intended to hurt you or force you into it or anything like that. I feel sick over it because I’ve had feelings for you this whole time and I’ve been ignoring them so much when I’m with you that when I’m not with you, they all come crashing down on me and I feel like I’m going to throw up because I’m so overwhelmed with guilt. I can’t lie to you anymore, hyung. I never wanted to in the first place. But my stupid brain couldn’t figure out another way to make you see that I’m in love with you. So instead, I just hurt the both of us. Like an idiot. And I know I hurt you because you wouldn’t have apologized if I didn’t. You’re too sweet, saying you’re sorry for something that isn’t even remotely your fault and you know it. You’re too sweet and I love you for it. So much. And I’m so, so sorry.”

Changbin’s brain couldn’t process the entirety of the sudden influx of information that had just poured out of Hyunjin’s mouth. All he could process was three things, and he told Hyunjin so. “All I heard was ‘I lied’, ‘I’m sorry’, and ‘I’m in love with you’.” Hyunjin looked somewhat fearful, combined with embarrassment and regret. The older shook his head and took Hyunjin’s hands into his own. “And I’m telling you the exact same thing. I lied in the sense that I never told you I had feelings for you when I’ve had them since we first met. I’m sorry that I kept this thing going without telling you everything--I’m the hyung here, that’s on me. And I’m in love with you, too.”

“Y-you don’t hate me?” Hyunjin’s brows were scrunched together and he stared at the older in disbelief.

Reaching up to wipe away the new tears from the younger’s cheeks, Changbin shook his head adamantly. “Baby, no! I could never hate you! I mean, I can’t say I like the fact that you lied to me but I don’t blame you because I lied to you, too. We both didn’t know how to just come right out with our feelings. And besides, it got us this far, didn’t it?”

Hyunjin chuckled sadly, “I guess so. I’m still really sorry, hyung.”

“I know, Jinnie. Me too,” Changbin gently tugged him forward into another hug which Hyunjin gladly melted into. “I love you.”

Another sob slipped past Hyunjin’s lips and he laughed at himself, “Sorry, I didn’t know I would react like that hearing you say that for the first time.”

Changbin hummed and nuzzled into his neck, arms squeezing Hyunjin’s waist. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, hyung.”

“You said you don’t hate me but you’re spending awfully long amounts of time in your studio here lately.” Hyunjin’s teasing voice startled a very focused Changbin who was absorbed in whatever he was working on. He quickly spun around in his chair and his gaze found the younger standing in the doorway, his hip leant against the door frame and arms crossed over his chest, eyebrow raised, feigning suspicion.

Changbin whined, “You know I miss you like crazy. I’ve just had so much work to get done.”

Smirk curving his lips, Hyunjin sauntered into the room, closing the door behind him and turned the lock. “Why don’t you show me how much you miss me?” He taunted as he dropped onto the sofa in Changbin’s studio, clearly expecting the older to come to him.

Bin scoffed lightly before turning back around to fiddle with something while defeat and embarrassment crept up in Hyunjin; he genuinely thought Changbin was just ignoring him and finishing his work like the younger wasn’t even there. But soon, a sultry melody with heavy bass flooded through the speakers in the studio [Electric (R3hab Remix) (feat. Khalid) - Alina Baraz] and Changbin turned back around to face Hyunjin, smirking himself when he saw the expression on Hyunjin’s face. Pushing out of his chair, Bin stalked over to the couch, slipping his t-shirt over his head and tossed it behind himself carelessly as he watched Hyunjin rake his carnal gaze over the newly exposed skin, dark eyes hooded and full lips parted.

When he finally stood in front of the younger, he snickered wickedly and leaned in to ghost his lips over Hyunjin’s before gently guiding him to lay down on the sofa, body rolling fluidly as he climbed on top of him. “That was way too smooth,” Hyunjin whispered, impressed, causing Changbin’s smirk to widen if that was even possible.

“Kinda surprised myself there, honestly.” His smirk transformed into a genuine smile as he chuckled at himself and Hyunjin thought he looked positively beautiful in that moment. The feeling was mutual. Changbin stared at the boy below him -- long blond hair splayed out around his head, flush high on his cheeks, an enthralled fascination swirled deep in his inky eyes alongside pure admiration and want. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, mesmerized.

“Kiss me,” Hyunjin breathed. Changbin didn’t need to be told twice. He bent down and brushed their noses together ever so gently before capturing Hyunjin’s lips. Moving gracefully, Bin kissed him deeply, wanting to convey as much emotion as he possibly could, needing Hyunjin to know how much he loved him. He couldn’t help but say it, though.

“I love you, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin hummed against his mouth, “Mmm, love you, too, hyung. So much.” He threw his arms around Changbin, pulling him in even closer and arched into him when the older teased their tongues together.

“Want you,” Hyunjin gasped after moments of kissing the life out of each other. “Want you so bad.”

Changbin growled, kissing along Hyunjin’s jawline and down his neck as the younger boy bared his throat for him. Desperately wanting to leave marks, he knew he couldn’t leave anything in visible areas so he softly mouthed, kissed, and licked at the column of Hyunjin’s neck, earning constant whimpers and whines because of the sensitivity of the area. When Bin reached his clavicle, the urge won over and he sucked a deep plum-colored mark where he thought would be the perfect place. Sitting up to marvel at Hyunjin, Changbin let out a pleased hum at how divine the younger looked with his claim on him. The stylist noonas probably wouldn’t be too happy but Hyunjin looked plenty sexy when he was more covered up so Changbin didn’t think it would be too much of a problem. He didn’t care anyway. Hyunjin was his.

“Mine,” he murmured as he bent down again briefly to kiss at the pretty bruise. When he sat back up, he smiled in awe. “Always wanted to know what you’d look like underneath me like this.”

Hyunjin huffed out a chuckle, “And how do I look?”

“Impossibly perfect. Better than I ever dreamed,” Bin praised, eyes sparkling when he noticed Hyunjin’s cheeks redden. He shook his head and laughed breathily, “And I haven’t even ruined you yet!”

“Binnie hyung,” Hyunjin whined, pouting just how Changbin liked so much.

Bin smirked, “I know, baby,” he leaned down to kiss him again, “I’ve got you.” Hands trailing up Hyunjin’s sides and lifting his shirt in the process, Changbin sucked at his plush lips, fingertips delicately dancing over the other boy’s skin. Goosebumps rose under his touch and the younger arched into him again, moaning sweetly, so receptive and sensitive. “Off,” Changbin murmured against Hyunjin’s mouth.

Sitting up to lift his shirt over his head and toss it to the side, Hyunjin promptly fell back against the cushion, hair flooding out around him again. The dim, hazy light that filled the room lit up his blond strands and looked suspiciously like a halo to Changbin. But he knew better. This was no angel beneath him. This was a devil with a halo. Hyunjin had been shy and pliant but when he noticed how Changbin was staring at him, he couldn’t help but smirk as a wicked naughtiness shone behind his eyes and Changbin swore this boy would be the end of him.

Without warning, Bin leaned down to mouth at one of Hyunjin’s pert nipples and he grinned against his skin when the younger boy whimpered and canted his hips, the brief flash of power behind his eyes vanishing as quickly as it appeared. The older tugged gently with his teeth, earning a gasp and a roll of Hyunjin’s hips. Changbin hummed, “Bet I could make you cum from just your nipples, hmm? Would you like that, pup?”

Hyunjin shook his head fervently, “No! Want you, hyung!”

Chuckling, Changbin nodded as he pressed kisses over to Hyunjin’s other side. “Alright. Patience, baby. I told you I’d ruin you and I’m going to take my time. Understood?”

Sucking in a breath past his teeth, Hyunjin melted further into the sofa, “Yes, hyung.”

Changbin took his time toying with Hyunjin’s nipples before mouthing over the entirety of his chest, leaving burgundy flowers blooming in his wake, littering his skin with possessive marks. Whimpering and biting at his lips, Hyunjin craved more and Changbin could feel just how badly he needed him. He tugged at the waistband of the younger boy’s jeans, “I’m gonna take these off now. Is that ok?”

“Please,” Hyunjin begged simply. So Bin unfastened them slowly and slipped the material down his legs and threw it behind himself blindly before kneeling between his legs and bending down to mouth at his clothed cock. “Oh!” Hyunjin gasped, hands immediately flying to Changbin’s hair and tugging at the strands at the nape of his neck. The older smiled against him and hooked his fingers under the band, looking up for permission. When Hyunjin nodded, hooded eyes fluttering and lips bitten red, looking absolutely breathtaking, Bin removed them, wasting no time in mouthing at his leaking cock. The younger squirmed beneath him, mewling as he sucked at his balls. “Hyung, I-” A strangled moan cut off his words when Changbin wrapped his pretty doll lips around the head of his dick.

“Hmm?” Bin questioned wordlessly, suckling tenderly. But Hyunjin didn’t answer; he threw his head back and cursed under his breath when Changbin moved further down. Hollowing his cheeks, he bobbed his head, gradually taking more and more of Hyunjin. The younger writhed, wanton moans spilling from his lips.

Hyunjin had quite a bit of length but Changbin knew he could take it so he relaxed his throat and slid all the way down. “Hyung! Mouth- so good- I- Oh my god!” Hyunjin slurred, tightening his grasp on the hair in his fists. Bin’s chest warmed, proud of himself, knowing he was giving Hyunjin so much pleasure he could barely speak. The head of Hyunjin’s cock repeatedly hit the back of his throat before he stilled, swallowing around him, urging a weak scream from the boy under him.

Changbin loved how vocal Hyunjin was but in that moment, he was eternally grateful for the soundproof walls surrounding them. He lifted off Hyunjin’s cock, having decided it was sufficiently wet, and if not, the pre-cum would make the slide easier. Bin sat up on his knees and untucked himself, not even bothering to take off his sweats, just shoving them out of the way enough before leaning forward to hover over Hyunjin. Avoiding his hair, Changbin rested on his forearm against the cushion and slotted their hips together, hard, leaking cocks brushing each other as he watched the younger’s face morph in euphoria.

Spitting in his hand, just in case, Bin reached down between them and took both cocks in his hand, instantly dropping his head to Hyunjin’s neck and rolling his hips into his grasp. Hyunjin groaned and wrapped his arms around Changbin’s torso. “Yes,” he whispered in his ear, “You feel so good, hyung. Touch me just like that.”

Controlling nature fading in and out, Hyunjin vacilated between flustered, slurred words and heated, dirty talk like it was the easiest thing in the world and Changbin couldn’t help but be amused despite the tingle that shot up his spine at Hyunjin’s words. He smiled against Hyunjin’s fiery skin, placing small kisses on the junction where his neck met his shoulder.

Changbin continued to tug at their cocks until Hyunjin was whining in his ear and digging his nails into his back. “I’m so close, hyung. Please make me cum. Please,” he panted as he thrusted into Bin’s fist.

The older groaned in response, rhythm speeding up slightly and he stopped every once in a while to squeeze at the heads. “‘m close too, pup. Gonna make a mess of you. Gonna cum all over your pretty tummy. Bet you look gorgeous covered in my cum.”

Hyunjin suddenly stopped breathing, seizing up and arching into the older, chests pressing together as he spilled himself over Changbin’s hand and his own stomach. Bin leaned up just in time to see the ecstasy freeze up his beautiful features, hypnotized by the boy beneath him. “Wow,” he breathed, helping Hyunjin ride out his orgasm. Air returned to the younger boy’s lungs and he turned to lazily smile at Changbin.

He stopped stroking them together, letting Hyunjin’s cock fall into the mess on his stomach as he sat up and grasped his own length. Using the cum his hand was covered in to ease the slide even more, Bin fisted himself eagerly and seconds later, he streaked Hyunjin’s stomach with his own release. Changbin slouched as the energy evaporated from him.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, he watched Hyunjin trail his fingertips through the cum on his abdomen, swirling it around sloppily, mixing their releases before scooping up a decent amount. Changbin’s eyes widened and his dick twitched in renewed interest as Hyunjin brought his fingers to his mouth and wrapped his pillowy, kiss-bitten lips around them. Their eyes met as the younger boy cleaned his fingers of their cum, blown pupils swimming with desire and mischief.

“Fuck,” Changbin huffed, hovering over Hyunjin once more. “What a dirty baby!” Hyunjin smirked as he pulled his fingers from his mouth, a single strand of saliva connecting them. Bin broke it with the tip of his tongue before capturing the younger boy’s lips and dipping his tongue in to taste their cum on Hyunjin’s tongue.

He moaned at the older’s boldness and kissed him deeper. He teasingly mumbled against Changbin’s lips, “You’re dirty, too, hyung, aren’t you?” Bin just smiled and kissed him again.

After losing track of the time they spent kissing and giving himself enough of a refractory time period, Changbin pulled away and met Hyunjin’s eyes. “How about you flip over so I can taste you some more, hmm?” Hyunjin nodded quickly and reached for a t-shirt on the floor to rid his stomach of the rest of the mess. He was pretty sure it was his own shirt and in the back of his mind, he briefly hoped Bin had a spare or at least a hoodie so he wouldn’t have to return to the dorms suspiciously shirtless.

He cleaned himself off and turned over as requested and Changbin’s hands immediately gripped at his ass, kneading the flesh and spreading his cheeks. “Fuck, Jinnie! You’re too pretty, god!” Hyunjin looked over his shoulder at the older and scrunched his nose in a teasing manner while shaking his ass as best he could in Changbin’s grasp. Bin landed a slap against his right cheek, punishment for his playful taunting, and Hyunjin groaned deeply, dropping his head to the couch cushion and lifting his hips slightly, seemingly silently begging for more.

Changbin willingly obliged his unspoken request, his expression a nasty sneer as he smacked Hyunjin’s left cheek. “Wanna look in the mirror and see my handprints on your ass? My marks all over your pretty chest and thighs? Feel my lingering touch on your heated skin? Know you’re mine?” He demanded, spellbound by the way Hyunjin’s ass jiggled every time he laid a hard slap on the soft flesh.

Hyunjin wailed loudly at a particularly harsh spank and pushed his ass back towards Changbin. “Fuck, yes! More! Please, more! Make me yours, hyung!”

Bin growled unrestrainedly and ceased his attack on Hyunjin’s reddened skin, instead moving to lick a long stripe up his puckered hole. The younger boy let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a squeak and Changbin smiled against his skin at how oddly cute it was. He continued to lick and suck at his rim, urging the sweetest melodies to flow from his lover. When he poked his tongue inside, Hyunjin laughed deliriously, drunk with pleasure. Changbin thrusted his tongue in and out of Hyunjin’s pretty hole while the younger urged him on with frantic praise, “Oh, Binnie-hyung! Your filthy mouth feels so fucking good on me! You eat my ass so well! Fuck, just like that! Eat my ass just like that, yes! Yes!”

He pushed back again and Bin gripped at his ass and thighs, leaving prints and crescent-shaped indents as he massaged the flesh and buried his tongue in further, sucking at his rim. Adding a single finger, Changbin pushed the digit in alongside his tongue only to discover that it went in far too easily. He hummed suspiciously and sat up on his heels, sliding two fingers in place of one and Hyunjin whined at the feeling. “Tell me, pup,” he prompted, wiping the spit from his chin with the back of his hand and pumped his fingers slowly. “What have you been doing that’s got your slutty hole so loose, hmm?”

Hyunjin whimpered, burying his face further into his folded arms. Changbin slapped his ass again, “Answer me, pup.”

“F-fingered my-myself in the s-shower before I got here,” he admitted shamefully, stuttering as he dared to look back at the elder with his eyes wide and pleading. “Th-thought of you the wh-whole time, h-hyung.”

How the younger went from filthy, dirty talk to bashful stuttering in two seconds flat continued to bewilder Changbin but he was thoroughly enjoying the rollercoaster that was Hyunjin. He grunted in approval, “Good boy.”

Hyunjin’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head and he couldn’t help but rut against the couch at the blatant praise. Changbin snickered at him, plunging his fingers in even further but still avoided his prostate. “You gonna cum from my fingers, baby?” He questioned, adding a third digit and urging a shaky groan from the boy beneath him.

“No!” Hyunjin shook his head adamantly as he rocked back onto Changbin’s fingers. “Wanna cum- I wanna cum on your cock. Please, hyung. Fuck me, please!”

Changbin hummed, “But, pup. I haven’t got any lube. Your hole may be loose from fingering yourself but I don’t want to hurt you stuffing my cock in your ass without lube. I don’t have a condom either.” His tone was disparaging, laced with overly-dramatic dissatisfaction even though he was genuinely dissapointed; he really did want to fuck Hyunjin but the last thing he wanted was to really hurt him.

Hyunjin shook his head again and gestured off towards another part of the room. “Back pocket,” he huffed. “Jeans back pocket. Brought lube.” He swallowed, still panting as Changbin spread his fingers wide inside him. “Don’t need a condom. Wanna feel you, hyung, please.”

Changbin stilled, “Are you sure, baby?”

“We’re clean. Don’t need it,” the younger boy mumbled, “Want you.”

Pressing kisses against the base of Hyunjin’s spine, Bin slowly pulled out his fingers, “Alright, baby. I’ll be right back.”

He rose from the couch to search for Hyunjin’s jeans that he had tossed god knows where, shucking off his own pants in the process -- why he hadn’t taken them off up until then, he had no clue, but he was glad to be rid of them. After coming up empty handed fishing through one pocket, he found a small bottle of lube tucked away in the opposite side and cheered internally before returning to the sofa where Hyunjin was rutting desperately against the cushion in his impatience. Bin was suddenly thankful that the material was easy to clean as he was sure Hyunjin was making a mess of it and they both would make even more of a mess not using a condom. He shrugged off his worries and resumed his place between Hyunjin’s thighs, uncapping the lube and squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers.

Warming it, Changbin hovered his hand over Hyunjin’s twitching hole, “I’m going to open you up a little more, OK, pup?”

“Hurry, please,” the younger boy begged, “Want you.”

Pressing in, Bin reminded him, “Patience, baby,” even though he was becoming desperate himself. He scissored his fingers around, searching for that spot that would make Hyunjin see stars and beg even more for Changbin’s cock.

He knew he found it when Hyunjin jolted forward and let out a choked, gurgled sounding moan and he couldn’t help but chuckle when the younger boy whipped his head over his shoulder and glared at him. Dropping the honorifics, it was Hyunjin’s turn to growl, “Now, Changbin! Fuck me now!”

Bin retracted his hand and lifted both up in surrender, still smiling, “As you wish.”

Lubing up his neglected cock, Changbin hissed in sensitivity as he gave himself a few good tugs. He lightly smacked Hyunjin’s hip, “Up.” The younger boy immediately lifted his hips, rising to his knees while still leaning his forearms and the side of his face into the sofa cushion. “Good boy,” Bin praised, lining himself up and teasing Hyunjin’s fluttering hole with the head of his cock. He carefully pressed in, Hyunjin’s breath hitching with the initial stretch, going slow so the younger had time to adjust. When he was about halfway in, Changbin rubbed a comforting hand over Hyunjin’s lower back, “You OK, baby?”

“Ngh, more, more, please more,” he wailed, pushing back against the elder.

Changbin chuckled fondly and slid in the rest of the way, hips pressed snugly against Hyunjin’s ass. “There,” he breathed, barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin gripped at the edge of the cushion, “Fuck, you’re big!” Usually, Changbin would absolutely preen at that kind of glorifying but for some reason, he just blushed and let out the tiniest of squeaks.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, dropping his head forward onto Hyunjin’s back, barely changing the angle but it was enough for the younger boy to feel it.

“Oh!” Hyunjin shivered, breathing heavy as he reached back with one hand to grip at Changbin. His hand landed somewhere between his thigh and ass; he couldn’t tell where but he wasn’t complaining and immediately squeezed a handful of his thick body. Bin grunted and the younger laughed breathily, “Don’t apologize! You’re perfect! Just let me- don’t move for a minute. I gotta-”

Changbin tenderly covered the boy with his own body and whispered in his ear to calm him, “Thank you, Jinnie. You’re perfect, too.” He pressed gentle kisses along Hyunjin’s shoulder, smiling into his skin as he spoke. “Just relax, baby. Take your time. You let me know if it’s too much, OK? We’ll stop!”

“No, I want this! I want you! I just- you’re so-” Hyunjin’s words trailed off into a moan as he rolled his own hips. “Big! Feels so good! You feel so good, hyung!”

The elder squeezed his eyes shut, willing the urge to just pound into him to go away, and took a shaky breath, “Does it hurt?”

Hyunjin shook his head. “Uh-uh,” he slurred, “‘s just a lot.” After another minute or two, the younger boy nodded, “‘s OK, hyung. You can move.”

Changbin kept his position, mouthing at Hyunjin’s neck and shoulder to distract him somewhat, but he started to roll his hips experimentally. Little grunts and whimpers passed Hyunjin’s plush lips and Bin pressed sweet kisses to the side of his face, whispering praises in his ear, “My baby. So good for me. Love you, Jinnie. You feel amazing. You’re so beautiful, my pretty baby.”

Tears streaked Hyunjin’s cheeks and Changbin kissed them away, “Love you, hyung.” He squeezed the flesh in his grip, “Harder, please.”

Bin drew back his hips a little further each time he thrusted, mild but still powerful. Hyunjin’s grasp on his side fell away and instead, he reached up behind himself to thread his fingers through Changbin’s hair, keeping him close as the elder peppered his skin with kisses. Changbin nuzzled into him, whispering ‘I love you’s.

Hyunjin loved the pure bliss that he felt in Changbin’s arms, being smothered in love and praises. But he wanted to cum again. And he wanted to get fucked. Hard. So he begged for it like a good boy. “Please, more. I need more. Please fuck me harder, hyung! I need it! Please, hyung!”

Changbin straightened up with a low growl, “Such a good boy for me, begging so sweetly. I’ll give you what you want, baby.” His hands found Hyunjin’s hips, his hold tight and sure to leave prints, and he drew back, leaving just the tip of his cock in the younger’s tight hole before plunging in.

Hyunjin let out a shaky groan, wiggling his ass against Changbin’s hips. The elder held him tighter and repeated his deep thrust, reveling in the wanton moan it punched out of the boy under him. “You’re still so tight, baby. Feel so good around me, sucking me back in every time I pull out. So good for me!” He was transfixed as he watched his cock slide past Hyunjin’s tight ring of muscles.

Wailing and grunting and meeting Changbin’s thrusts, Hyunjin pleaded again, “Please, hyung! Fuck me! Pound my tight ass! Fuck me harder, please!”

Growling again, Changbin quickened his pace before lifting one leg, changing the angle and abruptly causing the most beautiful sounds to pass Hyunjin’s pillowy lips. He reduced him to sobs and whines, mewling instead of forming complete words and clawing at the couch cushions. Bin smirked through his exertion, laughing lightly at how much he had succeeded in ruining the boy.

He was nearing his climax and breathed out one last question he hoped the younger could somehow form a coherent answer to. “I’m close, pup. Where do you want my cum?”

“Ngh, in me. In me, inside, please cum in me, hyung. I need your cum, need you to cum inside, please, need you to fill me up,” Hyunjin cried, plenty coherently, thighs trembling as he felt heat pool in his own belly.

Changbin leaned over Hyunjin once more, one hand steady on his hip while the other reached around to fist at his dripping cock. “Gonna cum, pup? Gonna cum for me like a good boy?” The elder mumbled in his ear, tone almost taunting, “Gonna make a filthy mess of yourself again?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Hyunjin sobbed, “Please can I cum, hyung?”

Burying his nose into the younger boy’s neck, he smirked against his skin and gave him permission. “Of course, baby! Go ahead, cum on my cock.”

Whispering ‘thank you’s over and over again, Hyunjin’s body began to shake from how close he was. Changbin straightened up once again, effortlessly lifting Hyunjin’s knees off the sofa and he tugged just right and thrusted against the perfect spot and Hyunjin was done. Legs spasming, still clawing at the cushion he could reach, Hyunjin cried out, “Changbin! God, fuck!”

Ribbons of white sprayed over the sofa cushion and the younger boy’s walls tightened around Bin, tipping him over the edge. He stroked Hyunjin through his orgasm while he pumped him full of his cum. Changbin collapsed back on his heels, Hyunjin awkwardly falling into his lap, still connected to each other.

Using the microscopic amount of energy he had left, Hyunjin leaned back into Changbin and turned to place a lazy kiss against his jawline, melting into him as he let his battery recharge enough to make it back to the dorms.

Speaking of making it back to the dorms, Hyunjin looked down at himself and the mess of the couch in front of him and groaned. “We gotta clean up.”

“Good thing this is a pleather couch or else that stain would be a real bitch to get out,” Changbin chuckled, glancing around the room at the strewn about clothes in search of something to wipe up the mess with. His eyes landed on the roll of paper towels he kept on his desk for the frequent times he ate in his studio and subsequently spilled multiple things.

Bin’s mind whirled with various things as he silently stared at the paper towels on the other side of the room -- Hyunjin needs a shirt of some kind since he wiped up cum with his. I should have a spare hoodie in that bag over there. Chan’s probably still up even if no one else is. How are we gonna get past him without looking incredibly suspicious? Oh god, I just came in Hyunjin’s ass! That’s gonna leak out before we can get in the shower at home! Fuck! “Really wish I had a butt plug right now.”

Hyunjin snorted and turned to look at him, “Excuse me?”

“What? I- oh. I said that out loud,” Changbin grinned sheepishly. “It’s just- OK I’m not saying this to be kinky or anything but a butt plug would be convenient right now since I just came in your ass and we have to somehow make it back to the dorms, you know?”

Throwing his head back, Hyunjin laughed warmly, “I think I’ve got that handled, thanks. I’ll be fine.” Changbin nodded, still trying to come up with solutions to his other dilemmas. “Do you have an extra shirt? Mine’s kinda…” Hyunjin trailed off, gesturing at it on the floor next to the couch.

It was Bin’s turn to laugh. “Yeah. Hoodie in the bag over there,” he pointed in its direction before inclining his head towards his desk. “We can use the paper towels to clean up what we can. I’m gonna go grab them so I have to pull out now, OK?”

Hyunjin braced himself and nodded, both boys wincing in oversensitivity as Changbin moved Hyunjin off his lap, soft dick falling to his hip. When Bin returned to the sofa with the paper towels, he couldn’t help but laugh at Hyunjin who was desperately trying not to kneel or put a hand in the mess. “Sorry, sorry!” He rushed to help when the younger boy glared at him.

Once the couch was no longer a disaster and the two were as clean as they could be given the circumstances, they pulled their clothes on and Changbin gathered up his stuff before they headed for the dorms.

“How much you wanna bet Chan ‘knows’ we did something?” Hyunjin joked as they were walking down a stairwell.

Changbin let out a playful, pained noise, “Let’s just hope he’s preoccupied since we both know he won’t be sleeping.” Hyunjin nodded in agreement. “And if he’s not, don’t act suspicious!”

“Easy for you to say!”

Bin spoke up again a few moments later. “Was,” he hesitated, “Was that OK? I mean, was it good for you? Umm…”

Hyunjin took one look at Changbin’s clearly stressed expression and burst out laughing, “Yes, hyung. 10/10 would fuck again.”

The elder tried to hold back his own laugh but ultimately failed, “Oh, uhh, yeah, same.” Hyunjin knocked his hip, still giggling as he hooked their arms together.

When they arrived back at the dorms, much to their chagrin, Chan was waiting in the living room like a dad that was pissed with his teenage children for coming home way past curfew. “I had a feeling you two were up to something,” he squinted at them skeptically. “What did you do?”

“Fuck!” Changbin breathed in annoyance but Hyunjin took it the wrong way.

“Hyung, I thought you said we weren’t going to tell him what we did!”

Changbin felt like he was dying inside.

Chan just stared at the floor, entirely unwilling to make eye contact with either boy.

Hyunjin just giggled, “Oops?”

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xmint-conditionx · 3 years

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☆ flanked ☆ ch2 | knj

(verb) flank -

guard or strengthen (a military force or position) from the side.

attack down or from the sides, or rake with gunfire from the sides.

☆ pairing: soldier!namjoon x widow!reader; namjoon x fem!reader ☆ word count: 3.1K ☆ summary: you’re a recently widowed military spouse who is stationed at camp walker, south korea. you’re dealing with the tragedy of your husband’s recent death, and in the process, you accidentally meet a k-pop idol you’ve had a crush on for years. who knew you’d both be at the same post while he’s doing his compulsory service? who knew he’d be so damn nice? who knew it would be impossible to get him out of your head? ☆ warnings: angst, mentions of death, grieving, lots of fluff in this chapter tbh and you might die because dork namjoon has come to the party ☆ a/n: hey everyone c: sorry this repost is a little late; i've been sick the past two days and holed up in bed for the last one. i'm so excited to release this for you and start on the next chapter.

It is 6:05 in the morning, and you are awake. Not wide awake, but awake. You can’t believe you let Namjoon convince you to get up this early, because frankly, nobody has ever convinced you to get up this early. When he said that you’d have to get there first thing in the morning so you can see everything, you really didn’t think he would mean you’d have to get there at 7 AM. It’s always been your philosophy that it’s wrong to wake up before the sun, and you’re finding that getting out of bed in your pitch black room isn’t easy. You’re gonna have to make sure to clarify everything that man says in the future. Ugh, military men, you think.

You groan, muscles stiff as you finally manage to get yourself out of bed.

Bananas is obviously not getting the memo, the only sign of him being his fluffy tail poking out from under the covers. He’s never been into early mornings either.

Namjoon sent you a text yesterday and told you that the exhibit that he really wants to show you requires tickets. He then told you that because they only sell 100 tickets per day on a first come first serve basis; getting in line any later than 7 AM would surely be entirely too late, apparently. The Daegu Art Museum opens at 10, tickets go on sale at 9:30, yet you need to be in line no later than 7? Sure.

He seemed really excited about the exhibit, though, saying that Yayoi Kusama, whoever that person was, was a genius. So… you couldn’t exactly turn him down. Her works were deep and breathtaking and spoke so much about life, according to Namjoon. He had promised it would be worth it, and you thought about that promise as you groggily did your morning routine. Yeah, you thought, it had better be. If only he hadn’t sent too many pleading-eye emojis.

You grabbed your over the shoulder bag and gave Bananas a good belly rub before heading outside.

Despite being almost non-functional this early in the morning, you beat Namjoon to the museum. Gawking at the massive modern building, you walk up to the front doors, where a decent line has already formed. Okay, maybe he was right.

You find yourself a place at the back of the line and just as you reach in your bag to grab your phone to text him, you see Namjoon walking in your direction, long legs making short work of catching up to you. You catch his eyes lingering on your bare legs as he approaches, and for just a moment, you’re glad you chose to wear this skirt.

“Morning, Namjoon,” you groan, leaning up against the museum’s outer wall. More people start filing in line after you, and you’re thankful Namjoon wasn’t too late. “I guess you were right. Look at all these people.”

“Morning, peach,” he says with another one of his dimpled grins, “Glad it’s warming up out? It’s supposed to hit 20 degrees today.”

“Okay, it is entirely too early for you to be this happy,” you say, voice groggy. Namjoon just shrugs.

“Guess I’m just excited.”

You look around the small crowd that has formed and notice that a lot of the people are sitting up against the wall while they wait. You decide to do the same.

“I am too, trust me,” you say, back resting against the cool stone, “I’m just not usually up this early.”

“I see. Maybe conversation can keep you awake. Are there any other places in Daegu you want to see?” Namjoon inquires.

“Well, there is that aquarium I keep hearing about. One of my coworkers on post says that there are mermaids that do a little performance with the fish.”

“Oh! I know which one you’re talking about! I’ve actually been there a few times. I love it there! Fish are so cool.”

“Before I went into veterinary science,” you say, “I was originally planning on being a marine biologist.”

“You’re a vet? I didn’t know that! No wonder Bananas looks like such a happy pup!”

“Yeah,” you say, letting your head fall back, “he really is. But, I really want to go check it out. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to an aquarium.”

“The mermaid performers swim around with a bunch of stingrays. Stingrays are actually not that dangerous, especially if they have the barbs removed from their tails.”

You feel your eyes growing heavy.

“Wow, I didn’t know that.”

“A lot of people think they’re really dangerous because Steve Irwin died from a sting from a stingray, but his injury was a result of the barb piercing his thoracic wall. Most stingray injuries are actually very mild.”

“That’s interesting,” you say quietly, eyes fluttering closed.

“Some people think that cutting down their barbs is abuse, but it’s like cutting off a fingernail to humans. They don’t feel it at all and it grows back over time.”

“Mhmmmmm,” you say as you feel yourself slipping back into sleep.

“It’s the touch tanks that can be a little problematic,” Namjoon continues, oblivious, “Stingrays have a type of mucus that covers their body that protects them from bacteria. If that gets rubbed off, they become vulnerable. A lot of zoos and aquariums are taking plenty of precautionary measures though, like making sure the guests wash their hands before and after they experience the touch tank. In fact, I think that given the proper precautions, touch tanks…”

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The warmth next to you feels like home, and threatens to pull you back to sleep. You feel yourself holding onto something... firm and yet so soft, but it’s comforting, so you tighten your grip and nuzzle further in. You then feel a gentle breeze run across your legs and wonder where your blankets have gone. Bananas has probably hogged them all. You breathe in and smell laundry detergent, a little musk and… men’s deodorant? There’s the quiet chatter of birdsong, and an unmistakable trickle of water, and you instantly remember where you are.

Your eyes snap open to find yourself snuggled up to Namjoon, arms hooked around his bicep and cheek against his shoulder. He seems un-bothered by your lack of respect for his personal space; he doesn’t even look up from his book. Like it’s the most natural thing for you to be attached to him like this. Embarrassed, you quickly distance yourself from him and apologize profusely while he just chuckles a bit. He puts his bookmark in to keep his place and turns towards you as you blink yourself awake, tasting the dryness in your mouth. Oh god, you must have had your mouth open.

“It’s fine, peach. I didn’t even realize you were asleep until you started snoring.”

You gasp. “I did not!”

“Oh, you did,” he says, eyeing you playfully, “It was only a little though. And it was really quiet. Kind of cute, actually.” You play hit him in the arm that you had just been latched on to.

“Hey, don’t be mad at me. I bought your ticket!”

“You what?! What time is it?” you ask, scrambling to look at your phone. It was 5 minutes until open. “Namjoon, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I was going to, but you were sleeping so hard...”

“Well, at least that means I wasn’t all over you this entire time.”

“Oh, no," he says, "you were.”

You groan. “How did you get up and buy the tickets then without me knowing?”

“A man has to have some secrets, you know. Come on, let’s go look at some art.”

The inside of the Daegu Art Museum is stunning. The lobby is bright and open; the sunlight pours into that first room through the large windows, casting a lovely morning light on all of the bright and cheery visitors. Some of the larger pieces are displayed in this grand lobby, some towering ten of feet above you.

“Namjoon, this is beautiful.”

“Just you wait, Come on, first we’ll do classical, then lunch, then modern art. The best one we’ll save for last.”

Classical art wasn’t your favorite, but Namjoon got absorbed in just about every piece. When he saw one that really grabbed his attention, he would sit there gawking at it, mouth open as he read from the little plaque next to it. The way his eyes filled with wonder and widened with discovery at the newly rotated paintings was absolutely adorable. He almost had this child-like wonder about him, eagerly looking back and forth from the plaque to the painting and back again. You almost enjoyed studying Namjoon instead of the art.

You let him take the lead, showing you some of his favorite pieces as you navigate through the galleries. He is definitely in his element here. After he finishes his embellished tour of the classical works, you both decide it would be a good time to break for lunch. The museum has a little cafe, so Namjoon takes care of waiting for your orders while you are tasked with finding a nice spot to spread your blanket outside on the grounds. You see a spot beneath a tree offering up a little shade, so you spread the blanket over the soft grass and take your place, closing your eyes and breathing in the fresh air. Namjoon soon arrives with your food, and settles down next to you.

Before you start to eat, you remove your cardigan, exposing your chest and arms to the air, hoping to enjoy some of the new warmth in Daegu. You hear Namjoon take a sharp inhale, and thinking something’s wrong, you quickly look over at him. He’s got his eyes trained on you, and he swallows hard before he realizes you’re looking at him. He jerks his gaze away, finds something else to look at and shakes his head, as if to clear it. Was he… checking you out?

“Sorry, I thought I uh…” he trails off, “thought I saw a bug. It was, uh, just a shadow.”

“Uh, thanks for uh, looking out,” you say, before a thought strikes you, “Hey, Namjoon. I brought my painting stuff with me today. I was hoping to paint a little while we eat, is that okay? I don’t want to be bad company.”

He perks up, “Oh, yeah, sure. I can just keep reading my book. Hypervelocity stars aren’t going to learn about themselves!”

You set about getting out your watercolor palette, planning on using some of your bottled water to wet your paints. For some reason, you glance back over at Namjoon. He’s sitting with his back against the tree, legs crossed at the ankles, book in one hand, and bao in the other. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed together in concentration, and he lazily takes a bite, not even looking at the bao bun. You hold back a giggle when you see he got some sauce on his mouth. You can’t help but point it out by getting his attention and tapping your own bottom lip. Namjoon studies you for a minute, and slowly licks his bottom lip, almost too slowly. Before you can register what he had just done, he just smiles at you innocently and goes back to reading his book.

This man is going to kill you, so he might as well be the subject for your art. The way he’s positioned himself is just too adorable to ignore.

After getting the basic shape of his outline done and halfway through the details in his face, he stirs from his place under the tree. You watch him as he places his book down carefully on the blanket and walks toward your back, steps ever so gentle. You turn your head and see a little bird hopping around on the grass, and Namjoon is after it. He breaks off a piece of bread from his second bao and extends it towards the bird, who eyes him suspiciously. To your surprise though, it hops forward and takes the bread, chirping up at Namjoon. He goes to sit cross legged on the ground, but doing so ends up startling the bird, who then flies a short distance away on the lawn. Namjoon sulks and pouts a little before getting up and walking after the bird. This is the craziest thing you have ever seen. You love animals so much that you’ve dedicated your career to helping them stay healthy, but this is on a whole other level.

You go back to refining your art, throwing some color into the sky and on the tree, seeing as your main subject has wandered off.

You’re startled when he comes back from behind you.

“How’s the art coming?” he asks, looking over your shoulder at your book, “Hey! Is that me?!”

“Well, it was going to be until you started playing Snow White.”

“Yeah…” he says, looking down at what’s left of his sandwich, “the little guy ate all my bread.”

You laugh a little at him as he frowns at the char siu pork filling barely being contained by the thinnest bun dough you’ve ever seen. Widening his eyes, he downs the rest of the bao bun in one bite.

“Dind youh whanna fhinish youhr phaintingh?” he says, covering his full mouth as he speaks.

“I can finish it some other time. Let’s go see the modern stuff before I want another nap.”

Stepping into the large room that houses the modern art, you take in a sharp breath with how absolutely full it is. Sculptures, paintings, installations; and in the back of the room is a line leading to a small door. You don’t know where to look first, so thankfully your personal tour guide is there to show you the way.

You’re reading the plaque on a minimalistic piece when Namjoon comes and grabs your wrist, excitedly ushering you to follow him. He leads you to the other side of the room where he stops in front of a section of blank wall, gesturing for you to look at it. You sit there and wonder what in the world he could be talking about when you see it. A piece of bright pink gum is stuck to the pristine white wall.

“This wasn't here last time!” he exclaims in a whisper. “I can’t believe this.”

“Yeah, kinda sucks that someone did that.”

“No, you don’t get it. This is an installation.”

“... are you sure about that?”

“Yeah! Look, it's about how such a simple thing can ruin something so large. Like finding a fly in your chardonnay, or there being a hair in your food, or one small imperfection in a person ruining your whole view of them.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s actual trash, Namjoon.”

“Of course it’s actual trash. I don’t think the artist could have gotten the point across without using actual chewing gum. It says so much. It might also be depicting the actual process of tainting something too! Like, how long did the artist chew the gum before they stuck it there? How much time and effort did it take them to ruin this whole wall with their gum? Where’s the plaque?”

As Namjoon searches the nearby walls for a plaque, a janitor comes by and scrapes off the gum, smiling gently at the both of you. You send Namjoon a pointed look, one that’s screaming “I told you so,” and then you both start laughing, having to hold back most of the sound in the quiet of the viewing space.

“Okay, last but not least. You ready?” The two of you were next in line to enter that small door you had seen at the back of the room when you first entered. The lady taking the tickets had already informed you that you would have five minutes once the door shut. You still had no idea what to expect.

“Yeah, I guess I had better be.” The door opened, letting out the museum goer who had just been in there.

Namjoon leaned up to your ear from behind and gently said, “Close your eyes.”

You were about to protest when he continued speaking, placing his hands on your shoulders, “I’ll walk you in there and tell you when to open. Trust me?”

You answered him by letting your lids drop. You felt him guide you by your shoulders as you walked gently forward and then to the right. You could tell that the floor texture had changed from the concrete you’d been walking on all day to something more plastic. You heard the door softly click shut behind you.

“Open,” he commanded softly, and you complied.

You could not make sense out of what you were seeing. The view went on forever, but you could tell that the actual room was so very small. Directly in front of you and on all sides were mirrors, infinitely reflecting off of themselves into the horizon. You were both completely surrounded by them. Scattered around the part of the room that wasn’t the black platform that you were standing on were delicate fairy lights in a cool white tone. It felt like you were floating in a void, so endless and empty. There were specks of brightness, but they did nothing to change the darkness enveloping you. Though it felt infinite, there was a nagging sense of being trapped. Surrounded on all sides. It was beautiful and terrifying to look at. Consumed by everything and nothing. You forgot Namjoon was there until he spoke quietly against your ear.

“This is what I think grief looks like. If it could take a physical form, this would be it.”

He’s right. He’s so right. You’re being swallowed by emptiness. You both are.

You both stand there in silence for the next few minutes, Namjoon’s warmth radiating onto your back, his hands still on your shoulders. Occasionally, his breath would brush against the nape of your neck.

“You really get it, don’t you?” you ask quietly.

“I can’t say I understand what it’s like to lose a spouse, peach. But I understand grief in my own way. I know this sounds crazy, because I don’t believe in any higher power, but I think we were supposed to meet each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... “ he starts, “I just feel better when I’m around you. I feel like a… better person. You don’t treat me like... “ he stops himself.

“Like what, Namjoon?”

“You don’t treat me like other people do. In a lot of ways. That’s... the easiest way to say it.”

You just nod, wanting to soak up these last few moments in this room with him. In this dark space, it’s not so scary to get close. You allow yourself to lean back into him, and he stiffens up for a moment before circling his arms around you.

“We’re gonna get through all of this together,” he says against your ear, “I promise. Together.”

#bts smut #rm smut #namjoon smut #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #namjoon imagine #namjoon fanfic #rm x you #rm x reader #xmint-conditionx #flanked

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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Kikuta

Ogata is next. You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Kikuta is so serious that it comes off extremely funny. He hasn’t been in a stable relationship for quite a while so getting back in the game gives him headache and upset stomach. For a person that pompous, with a damn jacket made of collected guns, he acts awkwardly sweet and romantic, and he is also a little afraid that it will push his potential partner away. In short, Kikuta is a mess.

Opposite to his own state, Kikuta wants to bring peace to his loved one’s life. He tries to pull off image of ideal man, one that will take off his jacket and cover a puddle with it just for his partner to stay clean. Seeing encouragement makes him more confident, less nervous, and therefore more refined. You’ll be drowning in attention, gifts, praise. Later, Kikuta gets comfortable with his own clumsiness and awkwardness and just laughs it away.

Relaxing together is a must. Impromptu rest in hot springs, not in those controlled by establishments, but in wild ones, is a great example. Reading aloud? Yep. Chilling under the blankets? Yep. Massages and back rubs? Yep. Kikuta manages to make everything wholesome. Thankfully, war couldn’t kill his kindliness.

He voluntarily takes on the role of a guardian angel to protect his loved one from world’s harshness. Kikuta wouldn’t want them to see what he has seen - pain, cruelty, disease - so he made it his goal to improve himself and the world around.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The highest possibility of becoming Kikuta’s friend is either being soldier of 7th division or being nurse that patched him up few times. He is rarely seen out of his missions so chances to get acquainted with him randomly on a street are low.

Kikuta is the friend that bails you out of problems, no matter how serious they are. In a street fight, he will kick any thug’s ass and make them beg for mercy. If you lose the bid while gambling, he will offer his own money and give you a chance to win some back. Overall, you can always rely on him.

Get ready for philosophical conversations over the glass of whiskey. He likes to talk on a variety of topics, especially abstract ones, like life and death, moment and eternity, love and hate. Most of the reasoning comes down to Kikuta’s military experience but can you blame him for it? Many allegories with weapons: “time flies like a bullet”, “life is just being at gunpoint without realizing it”, etc.

Most likely, he will be looking for a person whom he can serve as a father figure. Kikuta needs someone to look after thou he will rather die than admit it.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Kikuta has to be in specific mood to initiate cuddles and receive them. If he is busy, he will give his partner a faint smile and ask them to wait a little. Surprise, he doesn’t like spooning since it deprives him of the possibility of seeing their adorable face. Half-spoon sounds good and gives more opportunities like kissing his loved one in the top of their head or ruffling their hair. Honeymoon hug is the all time favorite that he likes to initiate right before falling asleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Mediocre in both cooking and cleaning, but, boy, does he want this domestic life? Absolutely. Kikuta dreams about getting away from military, finding a new, maybe, not that exciting, stable job, and settle down with his favorite person and few pups. Hardly anyone knows about it, but thought about a small yard where one can sit and watch the slowly falling leaves in autumn or play in a first snow with his own child in winter makes him so soft. Waking up in the comfort of own bedroom, cooking dinner for the whole family, wandering around his own house… Kikuta can’t wait for it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Comprehensive information about the break-up will be presented at its best in oral or written form. Kikuta addresses everything they are interested in, from reason to the wish to stay friends since his care for their feelings is infinite and he wouldn’t want to leave them without proper closure. After parting ways, Kikuta gives them space to recollect themself, let off the steam, and recover but he plans to come back in their life as a good friend (if they are okay with that, of course).

Kikuta is one of the people that got your back even after bad break-up. You could throw a tantrum, tell how much you hate his guts, and still he will check up on you, protect your name behind the back, and treat you with the same respect as always.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Typical traditional looks on marriage, would want to get married after 1-2 years of relationship. After the appearance of attachment, Kikuta can’t imagine himself with anyone else even if there is a more suitable partner right under his nose. His trust in them is immeasurable: their worst flaws do not don't bother him that much, and when they do, Kikuta tries to gently persuade his loved one into more appropriate behavior. Their past doesn’t matter either unless it is associated with straight-out high treason. Like he doesn’t justify anything but doesn’t seem to emphasize attention on the past wrongs. He is one of the most committed man around, really.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You have to have Kikuta’s heart set on you for him to show the gentle side. He is polite, it's true, he knows how to court person, but he must force himself to put tenderness in action. Good news: it works like a physical exercise. The more often you do this, the easier it gets. Over time, Kikuta feels comfortable enough to call them pet names like angel or dearest, even in public, without worrying to appear vulnerable.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Not the biggest fan of the hugs, but likes to put one arm around loved one’s shoulder. There is no particular reason, Kikuta is just too awkward when someone hugs him. Only his fingertips land on their back or waist, never the whole palm, and he tries to keep some space between them too. The exception to the rule is first meeting after long time apart when Kikuta wants to press them into himself, hold them as close as possible, and live this moment to the fullest.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Hard to say. If Kikuta sees frivolous attitude on their part, if he feels that he is just another pit stop on the road of their love victories, he will keep confession for someone else. Also, Kikuta either chooses the best romantic moment to confess or does it in the most awkward inappropriate time possible, no in between. After this, he is still hesitant to throw sweet words to the left and to the right but he eventually thaws and turns in the softest man, muttering sweet nonsense in his loved one’s ear.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Kikuta can be characterized as selectively jealous with a high threshold of tolerance. He has few people he wouldn’t want see his loved one around and he doesn’t care about everyone else, seeing them as unworthy opponents. One of the chosen people is Usami. Despite belonging to the same division, Kikuta doesn't trust him one iota. Superior private irradiates chaotic energy and aggression that easily can transform into harassment just to annoy Kikuta and bug him. Another one would be Tsurumi, known for the persistent love conquest and violent ways of achieving his goals. The last one would be Tsukishima, simply because he looks like a competitive man in his silent seriousness and devotion.

Poorly tolerates his loved one acting flirtatious, especially with three people listed above. His main coping mechanism is distancing which allows Kikuta to think about the situation and make sure he isn’t overreacting. After that, he decides to discuss the problem since he does want to make this relationship work.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sensual kisser. He starts out as a man who knows what he is doing, skillfully and gently, and grows pretty demanding over the time. Kikuta likes to kiss in a secluded environment where there is no need to worry about anything other than the person in front of him, completely surrendering to growing passion. Yep, lip biting, tongue sucking, everything at the right time and in the right place. Lip kisses are his favorite because Kikuta knows nobody does it better, okay, but he is down for anything else too. He likes to kiss his loved one on the neck as well as plant kisses on both of their hands. And where he likes to be kissed? Lips and, who would expect, clavicles, and chest.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Seeing little kid automatically makes Kikuta nervous since, despite the efforts made, he has difficulties in communicating with them. The only fear Kikuta has is not death, nor prison, it’s crying baby that won’t fall silent after few coos and short cuddle. After several unsuccessful interactions with kids, he wondered if he could become a good father in the future and self-given answer was depressing. If his loved one wants to have children with him in the future, they have to rake the mountain of his doubts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Chances are you won’t catch Kikuta in the morning because of important business he has to run through the work week. Maybe, you will hear the sound of a slamming door or receding footsteps but nothing more. On the weekends, this man always wakes up earlier than his partner, and almost immediately gets out of bed. Half of the times there will be an easy breakfast waiting for you on the table, and the other half you’ll find Kikuta industriously doing varied housework Cuddles (or something more intimate) are rare, but Kikuta is more than willing to make up for it during the day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Balances time at home and nights out well. Small dinner parties play great role in Kikuta’s life, he loves to invite guests to come over for a cup of tea and small talk or for whole evening of playing hanafuda. Kikuta isn’t the best host but with the help of supportive partner he will be more confident and better one. Spending time alone with the loved one, he likes to talk about the future and about anything at all, play games, or simply cuddle. If we speak about nights put, Kikuta is a big fan of Japanese theater, especially Western-derived shingeki that gained popularity in 1900s, and he insists going there at least once a month.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

First, he needs to get accustomed to the person, to observe their actions towards others so he can build an approximate image of them in the head. After the probationary period, Kikuta begins to gradually open up: his personality is revealed in short conversations over a cup of tea, in talk by the flickering fire, in single phrases like greetings or goodbyes. He often brings up old memories but needs a slight push to go deeper than nostalgic sighs. Never ever has word outburst so you’ll never hear information not meant for your ears.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Scarily cold-blooded when angry, but you have to push to piss Kikuta off, put some effort into it. He is used to deal with all kinds of people. Therefore, there’s already dozen of prepared lines of conduct that can be put to work when somebody is deliberately trying to mess with him. When angered, Kikuta’s first reaction is to shut the person up with one sentence if not a single word. Usually, it works. Sucks that it doesn’t when it comes to broken plate or spilled hellishly hot tea.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Here is the deal: good memorization doesn’t guarantee correct interpretation. Just like the case about the relationship between Ogata and Yuusaku, Kikuta may confuse something and come to the wrong conclusions, so often he chooses too subtly ask a leading question about thing that interests him. He is quite attentive and catches slightest changes in their behavior, listens carefully to the words they speak, but Kikuta can make a fool of himself once in a while. Like he forgot that they have a peach allergy (and he bought like 2 kilos) or they are scarred of big dogs (and he thought they would want to pet that sharp-toothed Kai Ken).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment would be either proposal or moving in together. Both events mark a new stage in the relationship and keep him on the tiptoes. The day before Kikuta loses his composure: everything falls out of his hands, he cannot eat, cannot drink, cannot sleep because electrifying thoughts don't let him concentrate at all. The limbs seem foreign to him and Kikuta reaches new peak of awkwardness, tripping over his own legs. When the time comes, he is calm again. With the last bit of strength, he puts on a confident face and does his thing. The selected ring fits finger just right as well as his lips land exactly on theirs. After all Kikuta is absolutely sure of his choice and would not want to spend life with someone other than his chosen loved one.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

The closer the person gets, the more worried Kikuta becomes. You never know who is friend and who is enemy in the ongoing treasure hunt, who can stab you in the back because of newly devised action plan. To calm the soul, Kikuta may teach them self-defense both barehanded and with the use of firearms. Also, he is always straightforward about people to be careful with and people who can be trusted. For example, he will do his best to hide his loved one’s existence from 1st Lieutenant Tsurumi even if it means Kikuta has to stage their death.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Kikuta is your dream man when it comes to dates, he keeps things classy in the best sense of this word. Outside the military profession, Kikuta has the ability to appeal to the more refined side of himself and share his views with other. He is the one to take his loved one to historical museum or secluded beach at sunset, the one to look for a restaurant that follows Japanese cooking traditions that have been passed down from generation to generation. The only thing that can make him late is the doubts while choosing the best bouquet. On the anniversaries, there’s no tangible difference since he is used to spoil them with attention pretty much every day. Performs home tasks diligently as well.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Kikuta can be stubborn as donkey, godlessly, unapologetically stubborn. On some occasions he agrees with what another person is saying but still does it his own way, without any explanation, just because he thinks his option is better. It is more common in in the professional field but may pop up in domesticity too.

Speaking of work, Kikuta tends to over-work himself when case includes the thing that really interests him. Digging in paperwork brings him a feel of being needed and sense of stability, both of which are not always present in relationships with people. A person can drastically change his mind and words, stab you in the back, leave… but work? Work could never.

Kikuta can be a bore that wants to stay in one place, talk with the same people, speak out the same ideas. Such company will seem dull to over-active, expressive, and extraverted people.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oooh, you can’t tell it from his face, but Kikuta takes good care of himself. Not a metrosexual, but a type that wants to be presentable at any time. His style is consists of neutral dark colors, smooth lines, as the opposite of his sharp facial features, and even his casual stubble is thought-out accessory. Probably carries his favorite comb in inner pocket to keep his hair smooth.

He has a collection of neckties for all occasions as well as he knows how to tie them in different, often whimsical ways. Kikuta would really like to pass on his knowledge to the son since in his imagination this is excellent example of cool father-son interaction.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Impeccable self-control helps to get though the loss partially. Right after the break Kikuta excuses himself and leaves. He needs fresh air and, maybe, cigarette. Or a drink. Or start his evening routine hours earlier than usual. Crushing awareness comes day later, when he cannot habitually hug his loved one or get an unexpected kiss on a cheek. Heartsore grows harder and goes away for weeks before Kikuta gathers strength to let them go. Restrains himself from relationship for year or two and secretly hopes they will come back.

If they were killed, Kikuta does not pursue the idea of revenge at any cost. He bears the loss steadfastly, self-reflects through long conversations with Ariko, and plunges in overtime work. If Kikuta gets a chance to cross roads with a killer, he will strangle him with them with bare hands, looking straight into the eyes, and watching their life slips away.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Kikuta is a dog person that has never in his life owned a dog. When a stray dog runs up to him on the street, Kikuta always scratches it behind the ear, and asks “who is the best boy”. While in army, he took care of fluffy mongrel that was sneaking around the military base until First Lieutenant Tsurumi ordered to get rid of it. Kikuta still has a dream to adopt few dogs with his loved one so they both can take care of them (and the puppies).

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Eccentric personas. The man is already working with Usami, he is already under tremendous pressure, okay? His psyche can tolerate one freak but no more. Eccentric persona does not mean a common person who has one or a couple of distinctive features. We all have specific oddities. No, we are talking about a walking circus, loud, bright, and defiant. Kikuta tries to avoid this type of people at all cost.

Outrageous rudeness makes him tic too. Ill-timed swearing, terrible table manners, inability to behave in society. Small annoying details add up to one big picture that Kikuta physically cannot ignore. He'll definitely try to change that in person.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Kikuta has an evening ritual he performs every day before going to bed. It starts with attentively checking if all the doors are closed, then he puts out the lights everywhere except bedroom and bathroom. While washing his face Kikuta makes plans for tomorrow. He revises them while choosing clean outfit for the next day and putting them next to his bed so in the morning he could instantly jump into his shoes, pull on pants, shirt, and run on important government affairs. Kikuta is mysteriously silent whole time. Attempts to break the silence with small talk result in short dry answers. This routine never changes, even if someone requires an urgent meeting, since repeated actions bring at least some stability to his life.

Calm sleeper until he has to share a bed with another person. Kikuta’s peaceful sleep turns into terrible insomnia, bags under his eyes start to resemble Tsukishima’s, and he feels just awful trying to explain another person that it is not their fault at all. Intensive training, special meditation, counting sheep do not work so he quietly lies on the back and listen’s to another person’s breath.

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straight-outta-kaer-morhen · 4 years

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Silver & Scars <Chpt. 2>

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Chapter 2: The Healer

Heavy eyes cracked open. Amber eyes were staring up at dark support beams, and white walls. The room was bright, and a faint eucalyptus smell lingered in the air. His body felt like he'd been run over by a carriage.

A faint snoring could be heard near his head. He glanced over to see a ball of fur curled up on the pillow next to him. On his initial visit he assumed the small dog was spoiled, and seeing her lounging on the bed confirmed his suspicions. He flexed his fingers, feeling silky skin against his left palm.

He slowly sat up to see the pretty sorceress passed out next to him. Her small hand must have lost its grip during the night. He brushed her (dark/light) hair, and was pleasantly surprised to find it so soft. She began to stir slowly sitting up, "you're awake!" She cried excitedly.

Hopping up from her chair she inspected his chest injury. "Looks like it happened a month ago," she murmured, her fingertips running up it. Eskel’s body gave an involuntary shutter the sorceress kindly ignored.

It's now that Eskel became starkly aware of his own nakedness. She turned quickly, grabbing a bundle of clothes. "I had to burn your pants, and shirt. There was no salvaging them, they were covered in acid...and I tried to preserve your modesty as best as I could-."

A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Her nervous rambling was endearing, and he had to admit she looked adorable while flustered. "Thank you." He said cutting her off.

A blush bloomed on her soft cheeks, "you're welcome." (E/c) eyes snapped over to the dog, "I'm so sorry. She has terrible manners. I had no idea she jumped up in the middle of the night." She went to grab the small dog who was now snuggled up to the Witcher's side. Eskel waved her off, "it's fine. You've done me a kindness."

A small nod came from her, "I'll draw a bath." With that she set to work heating up some water. She poured a few different oils into the tub, and left soap and a rag for washing. "The bath is ready. I'll leave you to it." She said disappearing down the stairs, the brown and white dog was quick to follow. Eskel could hear the sorceress softly chiding the pup.

"You are a spoiled animal Wren. You're proof I'd make a terrible mother."

Eskel eased himself into the bath. The hot water relaxing his muscles. There was something about the small lodgings that felt like a home. Perhaps it was the gentle voice that spoke to the dog as if it were a small child, or the books that lined the walls. After listening to her soft chatter with the dog he concluded that she would make a wonderful mother if she had been given the choice.

He stayed in the bath long after it had gone cold. The pants and shirt she'd acquired seemed to fit him just right. He'd come down to see her speaking with a young pregnant woman. "And you're sure they're still alive?" The young woman inquired, her hands cradling her stomach in the way only a mother knew how.

"I'm positive, and if you don't believe me, ask the Witcher. I'm sure he can hear their little heart beating."

The girl shot up hopeful eyes at him, and he gave her a nod. A wide smile beamed on the young girl's face. Eskel was startled at the reaction. Usually he received a sneer or a look of fear from people.

"Now, if you need any help with the delivery send someone, and I will be there right away." She said before handing her a bag of herbs, "and take this. It's chamomile, it'll help with an upset stomach and cramping."

"Oh, but I haven't any money." The girl began before she waved her off.

"Don't worry about it."

Green eyes lit up as she quickly threw her arms around the woman. "You're so kind."

"Oh." Y/N said a bit taken back as she returned the hug.

The young woman turned to the towering man, "and you sir are a very lucky Witcher."

This solicited a blush from the (small/moderate/tall) sorceress at the assumption. The woman scurried off before either could correct her.

The (h/c) quickly turned away from the Witcher to hide her rosy cheeks. "You must be starving." She exclaimed, grabbing some fresh bread, and a small platter of meats and cheeses. "Forgive her Witcher. She's young, and-."

"It's Eskel." He said cutting her off. He rubbed the back of his neck, his bashfulness making him appear a younger man. "My name is Eskel."

"Eskel," she repeated hearing the name roll off her tongue. "It suits you."

His ears perked up at the sound of it. His name sounded like honey on her lips. In that moment he decided he wanted to hear her murmur his name again.

"I'm sorry for the trouble," he began as he reached for his coin purse.

She waved him off as she sat the platter on the table, occupying the seat across from him. "It was no trouble. Besides, you gave me an adventure yesterday." She said, pouring two cups of tea. "Though I doubt it compared to yours." Her eyes flickered up at him as he reached for the bread.

"What made you think taking on a kikimore nest alone was a good idea?" She exclaimed. "If you had asked I would have happily accompanied you."

Eskel raised an eyebrow, even as a child Vesemir never scolded him like this. He could of course recall Vesemir taking a strap to both him and Geralt on numerous occasions, but this was foreign. It wasn't at all unpleasant he had to admit.

"I wouldn't let you near a kikimore nest." Eskel said bluntly. A spark crackled in her eye as she cut her gaze to the fire. "You're a healer," Eskel began. "Your skills are best utilized here." He added.

"I wasn't always a healer." She mumbled, taking a sip of tea. The feeling of inadequacy swept through her again. A Witcher wouldn't want her slowing him down. It was a fair statement, regardless of her feelings in the matter, it still cut like a knife to hear.

"Your affinity isn't healing?" Eskel inquired.

Damn Witcher senses, she thought. "No." She said simply, sipping her tea. "I was told Aerokinesis is a terrible thing to waste."

"The kind of magic that could help change the outcome of a battle." Eskel commented, his eyes narrowing.

"A lesson I learned quite young." She gripped her mug. Her eyes were half in a memory.

"What happened?"

"I used to be ambitious." Her eyes snapped up to look into his amber ones, "my father sold me to the Aretuza academy. I thought if I worked hard enough I would one day be able take control of my life." Her eyes traveled back down to the steaming mug. "They saw potential in me, so they invested in me. Everything has its price."

"They called in your debts?" Eskel inquired.

Y/N nodded, "I was in servitude to King Medell until he passed. Foltest acquitted me of the debt, on the condition I call when he answers." She sighed, taking another sip of her tea. "A little better than the lap dog I was, but if he says dance, I dance."

"Is healing a way to atone for your sins?” Eskel asked, plucking some cheese from the platter.

“I’ve seen men piss themselves on the battlefield. Fighting a war they have no clue about, and for what?” She asked, leaning back in the wood chair. “So another generation of kings can argue again?” She picked at a loose thread on the ivory table cloth. “I find no honor in that. Senseless wars lead to widows, and orphans. I’d rather have no hand in that.”

Eskel studied the woman for a moment. The regret was evident in her eye of hard lessons learned. “Power isn’t easily given up.” He hesitated, “it takes a strong person to walk away.” Eskel cleared his throat, and stood gathering his weapons, "you can stay a while longer." (Y/N) said tentatively.

"I need to let the Royal Huntsman know the kikimores have been taken care of." Eskel stated, shrugging into his jacket.

"Oh, of course." Y/N said, attempting to hide the disappointment of his departure with a smile.

Eskel hesitated, he knew he should say more. Promise her he'd be back, but growing close to anyone on the path was a bad idea. Besides, what would someone so beautiful want anything to do with him?

He hadn't missed how the light caught the warmth in her eyes, or the way her dress hung on her soft supple hips. His fingers ached to hold her, and caress her silky skin. She deserved more than him. "Thank you, for keeping me alive." Perhaps if he pretended not to care she would push him away.

"You're always welcome here." She said from the doorway as he stepped onto the street. He didn't look back as he disappeared into the crowd.

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"The kikimore is dead." Eskel informed the Huntsman.

The man let out a low whistle, "I didn't think I'd see you back here Witcher." The man admitted.

"Where's my coin?" Eskel dead panned.

The man threw the sack of gold orens his way. "As promised."

"Got any other work?" Eskel inquired as he secured the pouch.

"There's a downers nest in the swamps. The local sorceress is the only one brave enough to venture those parts."

"The local sorceress….right." He muttered. "What's the reward on that contract?"

"150 Orens." The Huntsman said, pushing the notice towards him.

Eskel peered at the paper, "150 is too low. I can do it for 200 orens." A trip back to the swamps was unappealing to the Witcher.

"Deal." The Huntsman said, "the local sorceress lives a couple buildings away from town squar-."

"I know, we're acquainted." Eskel cut the man off. It seemed like fate kept pushing him back to the woman's doorstep. Eskel had learned long ago not to mess with destiny, but he was determined to keep the sorceress at a distance.

"Very well Witcher." With that, Eskel was dismissed.

He'd thought about going back to the sorceress. She would most likely allow him to stay, and he wouldn't have to spend some coin on a room. His heart desperately wanted to see her lovely smile again, which terrified him. He knew he shouldn't allow himself to dream of her. Perhaps she felt something towards him, but that would quickly melt away in the fall when he resumed the path back to Kaer Morhen.

Love had no place in a Witcher's life. No matter how badly Geralt would try to fight it. His brother's each had their weaknesses. For Geralt it was beautiful sorceresses, Lambert was a staunch cynic, and Eskel had a habit of running away from his problems. Change was hard for the inherently stubborn man. He’d accepted the life of a Witcher years ago. He hadn’t chosen this life, but all he could do was make the most of it. Perhaps he was bitter when he was a younger man, but the bitterness never drove away the loneliness. Perhaps, if a sorceress could change maybe he could too. That’s what he tried to convince himself of as he reappeared on her doorstep, his hand already knocking.

“Eskel.” The surprise was evident in her voice as her (e/c) pools gazed up at him.

“You know of the Drowners nest?”

A small smile quirked up at him, “always business with you.” She stepped aside allowing him in. “Let’s talk about my reward.”

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spookyboywhump · 4 years

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Previous Parts

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I recovered enough to post this part which was gonna be longer buuut I felt it was better to separate them

(if I’m being completely honest I feel like this series isn’t turning out the way I originally said It would but it’s turning out the way I picture it so I’m just gonna... keep... going...?)

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Wren was vaguely confused when he woke up, confused by someone gently shaking him awake, confused by the fact he was in Zander’s bed while Zander lay on the floor, only half awake himself. It was Cain standing over him, that smile on his face sending Wren into immediate unease.

“Come on now pup, we have to get going. You want that reward, don’t you?”

His reward. Fuck, he thought, eyes growing wide as he recalled the night before, that fucking reward. He couldn’t believe he’d managed to forget long enough to even sleep. When he still didn’t move Cain finally grabbed his arm and yanked him out of bed, ordering him to change his clothes so he’d look at least vaguely presentable. Zander started to get up too, and Cain turned his attention to him.

“You can stay. Vanessa won’t be there so there’s no reason to drag you along.” He said bluntly. That caught Wren’s attention, he looked over to the two men, specifically Zander, worry all over his face. He liked having Zander with him, someone strong and brave who knew what to expect. Zander might have been angry and intimidating but his presence was comforting nonetheless.

“I… I think I should be with him for this though…” he said hesitantly. “I think that he would like that too…”

“Aww, how sweet, are you starting to get protective of the little pup?” He asked mockingly, causing Zander to glare at him. “You know you shouldn’t care about him, you know what will happen if you start to care.”

“It’s not that! It’s just, fuck, look at him! He’s already so scared of what you’re gonna do to him, doesn’t he deserve some comfort?!”

“So you told him then?” He asked, ignoring everything else Zander said. “He wouldn’t be scared if you had kept your mouth shut.” He could see it on Zander’s face, the realization that he shouldn’t have said anything, be it towards Wren or Cain. He was supposed to have let him blindly believe that he would receive something good for once. If he’d known it would get Zander in trouble, he wouldn’t have wanted him to say anything at all.

“Of course I told him! Why would I let the same thing happen to him that you did to me?!” He snapped.

“I’d think you’d do it because you didn’t want me to punish you.” He raised his hand as if to slap him, laughing when Zander flinched away. “Not now, I’ll deal with you later.” He turned his attention back to Wren who had been watching them with wide eyes, but quickly finished getting dressed. “Come on, I don’t have all day.” He told him, and he nodded quickly, finally approaching him when he was ready. As per usual a leash was clipped to his collar, but Cain still wasn’t as rough as he could’ve been, despite the fact his mood had clearly changed. Wren just had to hope that for his sake, it didn’t get any worse.

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If he was being honest, he wasn’t worried so much about the pain. What upset him the most was knowing he would be marked, permanently, by Cain. Even if he survived this, even if he escaped, he would be marked as Cain’s forever. If the brand was somewhere he couldn’t hide he would have to explain that away for the rest of his life. If it was placed where Zander’s was, he’d have to be careful to always hide his arms, for the rest of his life.

“Wren” was a temporary cover, this job was a temporary assignment, this was not his life now, this was temporary. He would go home someday, he would go back to work, he would continue his life because this was not it. It was never supposed to be permanent, nothing was supposed to be permanent, but a brand would be there forever, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it.

He wasn’t quite sure how he expected this to go down, but being strapped to a table definitely wasn’t at the top of his list. Cain had wrestled his shirt off him before ordering him to lay down on the table and be patient, leather straps securing his wrists and ankles in place.

“Where do you think would be best, pup?” He asked, looking him over. “I can give you one the same place as Zander, then you can match the mutt. Maybe the opposite arm?” He ran his finger tips down the center of his chest, causing him to shiver. “Maybe I should turn you over and put it on your back? The lower back maybe, a tramp stamp would fit you well.” He laughed, and Wren wished he could hold back the whimper that escaped him. His hand left his chest, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at him. “What’s the matter, hm? Speak.” He ordered, and Wren couldn’t help but be thankful to finally be given permission.

“I… I don’t… I don’t want this…” He murmured, keeping his eyes averted.

“Zander scared you, didn’t he? Whatever he said was that bad?” He asked, and he quickly shook his head. Zander was in enough trouble, he didn’t want to make it worse, especially when Zander had said nothing at all really. “You don’t need to worry, it will only hurt for a moment.” He assured him.

“I don’t… I’m not… I just… I just don’t want people to see it…” His voice was soft and strained, even when given permission he was terrified Cain would punish him anyway. He just laughed though.

“That’s the whole point though, isn’t it? The whole point is to make sure everyone knows you’re mine, no matter what happens, you will always be mine.” His grip tightened, he dug his nails into his skin. “So you’re going to take it like a good dog, and then you’re going to thank me, because you want to be good, don’t you?”

“Y-yes sir, I- I want to be good…” he murmured, staring at the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. Of course he wanted to be good, because being anything less would mean pain and punishment and he knew he couldn’t handle much more of either of those. If the pain and humiliation of being branded didn’t kill him then he swore to himself he would be good until he finally escaped.

“I thought so. You really are better than that fucking mutt, huh? I could never wrestle those words out of him” He laughed. Wren felt sick, he didn’t like being compared to Zander like that, especially when he knew he wasn’t better. Zander was so brave and strong and defiant and Wren was anything but that. “Maybe I’ll just leave him with Vanessa and keep you, he’s probably more useful to her than he is to me by now.”

“N-no!” He said, quicker than he intended. Cain gave him a look and he immediately bit his tongue, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for him to hurt him for speaking out. It never came though, he opened his eyes to see Cain looking him over, almost amused.

“You and that mutt are starting to get attached… I wanted you two to get along but this… is definitely better.” He grinned. Wren didn’t know what he meant by that, especially after what he’d been saying to Zander before they left, but he didn’t have time to question it.

“Did you decide where you want it?” The woman handling the iron called back to him.

“Yeah, the left arm. Opposite of Zander’s ya know?” His stomach dropped, he knew it would happen sooner or later but god he had been praying for later.

“Is he going to fight like the other one did?” She asked. He closed his eyes as he heard footsteps, any moment now and he’d be marked forever.

“No, this one is much better, knows how to behave. He might move a little bit I’ll hold him.” Hands gripped his shoulders tightly, digging bruises into the skin. He nervously bit his lip, his hands clenched into fists already, her footsteps were closer, he couldn’t escape, he didn’t even struggle because he knew there was no hope, why did this have to be done he wondered why couldn’t they knock him out, why-

His thoughts cut off abruptly, his world exploding into a white hot searing agony. His scream was more of a disparate wail, he tried to jerk away but the straps and Cain’s hands held him in place. His back arched off the table as more pressure was applied and he couldn’t hold back the sob that forced itself from his throat.

“No-no more please!” He screamed, tears running down his face, chest heaving from each deep breath he took.

“Calm down, you’re doing so good pup, it won’t last long.” Cain assured him, but his voice was anything but comforting. “Honestly it’s just one little brand, you don’t need to be so dramatic.” He laughed. Wren didn’t think he was being dramatic, but he knew better than to argue, wasn’t even capable of arguing right now.

It felt like an eternity before the brand was finally ripped away, no doubt taking some skin with it, and eliciting another cry from Wren. Much like when he’d had his tongue burnt, the pain was slowly fading into numbness, yet he couldn’t stop crying.

He was branded, like an animal. A letter C burnt into his skin, big and ugly and there for everyone to see. He was marked as Cain’s for the rest of his life, he would always belong to him, always have something of his with him, forever. Cain had quickly and effectively made himself a permanent part of his life, something he would never get rid of. He choked on a sob, only one thought circling his mind. This was never supposed to be permanent.

“Come on pup, what do you say?” Cain urged him, cold hands resting on either side of his face. He opened his eyes to see him through his tears, leaning over him and still smiling. The words came out in a broken sob, but it was enough to satisfy his handler.

“Th-thank... thank y-you, sir...”

#whump #my writing #my oc's #Wren #Zander #Cain #pet whump #dehumanization #branding #i fucking LOVE branding #Wren has a Bad Time

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iillusiionary · 5 years

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'Lines that have made me cry at one point’ starters!

Feel free to change any names/pronouns!

“I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.”

“Give us more to see.”

“What did I give you?”

“I want to move on, I want to explore the light.”

“I want to know how to get through, through to something new. Something of my own.”

“You’re a good person, Peter. It’s such a weakness.”

“Is he- is this real?”

“However you live there’s a part of you always standing by, mapping out a sky.”

“How do we feel in that photograph and how can we feel it again?”

“Maybe I’ve done enough.”

“Your golden child grew up.”

“For the first time, I see an image of my brokenness, utterly worthy of love.”

“I finally see myself through the eyes of no one else.”

“You’ve got a second chance. You could go home.”

“You’ve got a warm heart, you’ve got a beautiful brain, but it’s disintegrating.”

“I was just a kid who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up, and suddenly it fit.”

“I was little, I was weak, I was perfectly nieve, and I grew up too quick.”

“I won’t let you in, I swore never again.”

“I can’t afford, no, I refuse to be rejected.”

“But I can’t let you see all that I have to lose.”

“Here I am, pry me open. What do you want to know?”

“Everything was fine until you came around.”

“Man, you really brought me back down.”

“After all you put me through, don’t say it wasn’t true, that you were not the monster that I knew.”

“Another summer day is come and gone away in Paris and Rome, but, I want to go home.”

“I can’t call you a stranger, but I can’t call you.”

“You may hate me, but I can’t hate you.”

“I won’t replace you.”

“The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine, open hand or closed fist would be fine.”

“If you’re still breathing, you're the lucky ones.”

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows.”

“I have never known anyone who actually believed that I was enough.”

“Smile, my boy, it’s sunrise.”

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”

“You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But, it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.”

“S’that motive enough for ya?”

‘Isn’t it lovely how artists can capture us?’

‘You would have liked her. Honey, I’m wrong- you would have LOVED her.’

“You can’t trick me anymore.”

“But, for what it’s worth, Peter, I really am sorry.”

“You didn’t see that coming?”

“It’s been a long, long time.”

“What if all the things I’ve done we’re just attempts at earning love?”

“George misses Marie. George misses a lot. George is alone.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I love you 3000.”

“So, you better run for cover when the pup grows-” *gunshot*

“I could look at him forever.”

“What if who I hoped to be was always me?”

“Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what’s on the other side?”

“Is a better home awaiting in the sky?”

“My love, are you sitting down?”

“It felt like my life, but a better version.”

“I held onto my life and who I was with you.”

“We could just kiss like real people do.”

“Leave me to dream.”

“George would have liked to seen people out strolling on Sunday.”

“Move on.”

“Chimerical. C-H-I-M-E-R-I-C-A-L. Highly unrealistic, widely fanciful.”

“I love you.”

“I think dad is angry, ma, and I do not know what to do.”

“I think he takes out on me what he wants to take out on you.”

“How I wish you were home.”

“Nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done.”

“No, I’d rather pretend I’m something better than these broken parts. Pretend I’m something better than this mess that I am.”

“Cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too?”

“I think I’m made of stone.”

“I should be feeling more.”

“You can still be what you want to.”

“It’s just medicine.”

“Seeing all the parts but none of the whole.”

“And it burns inside his eyes.”

“And you catch him now and then.”

“So you want him even more.”

“But he’s never really there.”

“We do not belong together.”

“We do not belong together, and we should have belonged together.”

“I care about many things.”

“Things, not people.”

“Who am I to say what any of this means?”

“I have been sleepwalking since I was fourteen.”

“I have been half myself for more than half my life.”

“Fall in love again, and again, and again.”

“Are you going to age with grace?”

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left.”

“Who cares what you are listening to, it’s who you’re listening with.”

“It’s sad but true how much I miss you. I miss you, Cecily Smith.”

“Life is not the things that we do, it’s who we’re doing them with.”

#HEY SO I WAS DOING THIS LAST NIGHT #REMINDER THAT THIS IS NOT THE BIG POST I WAS TALKING ABT #IS THIS LONG? YEAH #i was in pain and sad so i picked out some like...#sad song lines and movie quotes that made me cry #more songs than movies i dont really cry at movies oftn #anyway #fuck yall's sexy sinday asks im here for suffering #I'll tell you the truth. (ask memes)#ask meme #rp ask meme #rp starters #starter ask meme

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thewingedwolf · 1 year

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i swear to god i saw someone suggest that bran as king might marry a martell in an attempt to keep peace between the north and dorne and settle things in westeros, but given that the only female martell alive is arianne, she’d attempt to marry him to one of the sands, but bran might agree bc of his own relationship with Jon, but then tumblr refreshed before i could dig into it so WHO WROTE THIS THEORY I MUST KNOW MORE

#valyrianscrolls #bran stark #house martell #the sand snakes #i mean it would probably be either one of ellaria’s bc they’re closer to his age or lady nym right.#rani makes text posts no one will read #a song of ice and fire #c: you better run for cover when the pup grows up

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howlermemes · 4 years

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HARRY POTTER & THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN ( movie ) S E N T E N C E S T A R T E R S

✶ long post ahead ! ✶ change pronouns / punctuation as needed . ✶ some quotes were altered for better context . ✶ SS. COS. GOF. OOTP. HBP. follow for the rest of the series to come !

⌁ ❝ Open the door! ❞ ⌁ ❝ I'll do it later, if you behave. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I will if she does. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're still here, are you? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Don't say "yes" in that ungrateful way ❞ ⌁ ❝ It was damn good of my brother to keep you. ❞ ⌁ ❝ What are you smirking at? ❞ ⌁ ❝ I've been beaten loads of times. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You mustn't blame yourself for how this one turned out. ❞ ⌁ ❝ It's all to do with bad blood. ❞ ⌁ ❝ He's a drunk too, no doubt? ❞ ⌁ ❝ That's a lie. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I have a very firm grip. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You, clean it up. ❞ ⌁ ❝ If there's something wrong with the bitch, then there's something wrong with the pup. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Shut up! Just shut! Up! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Do something! ❞ ⌁ ❝ I've got you. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Don't you dare! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Come back! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Bring her back right now! ❞ ⌁ ❝ You deserved what you got. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Keep away from me. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You have nowhere to go. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Anywhere is better than here. ❞ ⌁ ❝ What are you doing down there? ❞ ⌁ ❝ I didn't do it on purpose. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Come on. Let's no wait for the grass to grow. ❞ ⌁ ❝ What are you looking at? ❞ ⌁ ❝ What did you say your name was? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Make sure you eat it before it eats you. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Well that's the question, isn't it? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Mind your head. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Running away like that, given the state of things, was very irresponsible. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're safe, and that's what matters. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Whilst you're here, it would be best if you didn't wander. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You know the Egyptians used to worship cats. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You are in danger. Grave danger. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me? ❞ ⌁ ❝ I didn't mean to. I just — lost control. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I still think it was brilliant. ❞ ⌁ ❝ How is it you know everything? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Here, eat this. It'll help. It's just chocolate. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Eat. You'll feel better. ❞ ⌁ ❝ What happened to me? ❞ ⌁ ❝ I thought maybe you were having a fit or something. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Is it true you fainted? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Just forget it. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future! ❞ ⌁ ❝ What do you see? ❞ ⌁ ❝ The truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You must broaden your mind. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I've been here all this time. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I wouldn't be so sure of that. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're gonna suffer, but you're gonna be happy about it. ❞ ⌁ ❝ It's an omen of death. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Exactly how many classes are you taking? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Less talking, if you don't mind. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Don't be such a wimp. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're supposed to stroke it. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Isn't he beautiful? ❞ ⌁ ❝ It may just be the last thing you ever do. ❞ ⌁ ❝ How am I doing on my first day? ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Away, you silly creature. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're gonna regret this. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Does it hurt terribly? ❞ ⌁ ❝ I consider myself lucky. ❞ ⌁ ❝ It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. ❞ ⌁ ❝ So much for the easy part. ❞ ⌁ ❝ What frightens you most of all? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Concentrate. Face your fear. ❞ ⌁ ❝ That's my final word. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Forget about it. I'll see you later. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I would think it'd be obvious. ❞ ⌁ ❝ What you fear the most is fear itself. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You have a way of seeing the beauty in others. Especially when that person can't see it in themselves. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're more like them than you know. ❞ ⌁ ❝ In dreams, we enter a world entirely our own. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Turn to page 394. ❞ ⌁ ❝ That's not really your concern, is it? ❞ ⌁ ❝ How disappointing. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all? ❞ ⌁ ❝ There's... something else you should know too. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You are not weak. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You have nothing to be ashamed of. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I don't pretend to be an expert. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Mischief managed. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Do you want to move a bit closer? ❞ ⌁ ❝ How dare you talk to me! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Do stand there! Do something! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Bloody hell, that was not funny. ❞ ⌁ ❝ We have a killer on the loose. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Shut the damn door! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Tell me what this is all about. ❞ ⌁ ❝ He waS THEIR FRIEND! ❞ ⌁ ❝ I hope he finds me, because when he does, I'm gonna be ready. When he does, I'm gonna kill him! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Are you sure about this? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Expecto Patronum! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Here we go, come on. Sit up, deep breaths. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I didn't expect you to do it the first time. ❞ ⌁ ❝ The real thing will be worse. Much, much worse. ❞ ⌁ ❝ That's not good enough. Not nearly good enough. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I think I've had enough for today. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Maybe you should learn to take better care of your pets! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Your cat killed him! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Spiders! There's — there's spiders! Spiders! They want me to tap dance! I don't wanna tap dance! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Put that light out! ❞ ⌁ ❝ What are you doing wandering the corridors at night? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Reveal your secrets. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we? ❞ ⌁ ❝ It is, as you say, my area of expertise. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I will not cover up for you again. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You may be young in years, but your heart is shriveled. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Looks like you owe someone an apology. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Looking rather ragged, aren't we? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you? ❞ ⌁ ❝ All this time, you've been his friends?! ❞ ⌁ ❝ I did my waiting! Twelve years of it! ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're the reason they're dead! ❞ ⌁ ❝ Vengeance is sweet. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Don't be a fool. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Why don't you run along and go play with your chemistry set. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Do I detect a flicker of fear? ❞ ⌁ ❝ What did you just do?! ❞ ⌁ ❝ The map never lies! ❞ ⌁ ❝ What are you trying to do to him!? ❞ ⌁ ❝ I would have died rather than betrayed my friends! ❞ ⌁ ❝ You almost tore my leg off! ❞ ⌁ ❝ The tail, I could live with. But the fleas? They're murder. ❞ ⌁ ❝ That looks really painful. ❞ ⌁ ❝ It's too late. It's ruined. It'll have to be chopped off. ❞ ⌁ ❝ What? Come and live with you? ❞ ⌁ ❝ This heart is where you truly live! This heart! Here! ❞ ⌁ ❝ A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen. ❞ ⌁ ❝ When in doubt, I find retracing my streps to be a wise place to begin. ❞ ⌁ ❝ What in the bloody hell was that all about? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Not a word to anyone. Understood? ❞ ⌁ ❝ We can't be seen. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Why aren't we leaving? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Is that really what my hair looks like from the back? ❞ ⌁ ❝ Meanwhile, I'd like a nice cup of tea or a large brandy. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Your services are no longer required. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I'll be forever grateful for this. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I want to go with you. ❞ ⌁ ❝ For some time, my life will be too unpredictable. ❞ ⌁ ❝ You're meant to be here. ❞ ⌁ ❝ The ones that love us never really leave us. ❞ ⌁ ❝ We have to go. ❞ ⌁ ❝ How did you get there? I was talking to there, and now you're there?! ❞ ⌁ ❝ I've looked worse. Believe me. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Well, let's just say I'm used to it by now. ❞ ⌁ ❝ Why do you look so miserable? ❞ ⌁ ❝ You helped uncover the truth. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I feel no guilt whatsoever giving this back to you. ❞ ⌁ ❝ I didn't mean to do it. ❞

#harry potter rp meme #rp memes #inbox memes #ask memes #roleplay memes #roleplay asks #indie hp rp #✉ series : harry potter .

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Inuyasha’s New pup 1-3

When Souta had first heard the news that his mom and sister were going away for a week to a spa treatment, he was excited. with his grandfather on a seniors cruise for at least two weeks he would have the place to himself and was already thinking up tons of evil little ideas about how to have fun, As if reading his mind though his mother had nixed all those plans in the bud. "Before you go and plan all night video games sessions with your little friends, I want you to know we got you a babysitter." she said and smirked. Behind her Kagome giggled behind a hand as Souta got a pout on his face. "You know the lack of trust around here is appalling! Kagome can go and run around in the past and your OK with that, but leaving me all by myself?" the Boy huffed and crossed his arms, then froze, opening his eyes and a look of panic on his face. "Please tell me it's not Mrs.Watanabe again! she's looking after her grand daughters for the summer!" Images of being forced into endless tea party's and dress up filled his mind and then boy shuddered. "-Snk- No Sweetie. as cute as you were in that sailor dress.." Mom paused there and a crimson flare came to the boys cheeks as he glared. "I talked it over with Kagome and we found a better babysitter for you that should make things easier on you." Souta raised a eyebrow at that even as Kagome snickered at the mention of the dress. (Mom had insisted on taking a picture before letting him get changed too since Kagome had been in the past at the time!) "sooo who's gonna be looking after me?" Souta asked then flinched as a hand was on his head suddenly. "It'll be me and you pup." Came Inuyasha's voice. Souta broke into a big grin and turned around, then hugged the half demon. "Yes! does this mean I'll go to the past and have adventures too and get weird powers like Kagome?!?" he asked, excited. "NO!" came the combined voices of mom and Kagome. "Yeahhh Sorry pup. I was all for taking you back to the past with me but your mom and big sis tore me a new one. and 'sides, we don't have AC in the feudal era and there's a heat wave going on." Inuyasha chuckled. he'd taking to calling Souta pup after seeing him in a doggy Halloween costume and unlike when anyone else tried to call him that, Souta didn't mind if it was Inuyasha "Ehhh fine. I'm sure this will still be a super awesome week! I'll teach you how to play battle monsters on my computer and you can train me to be kick butt like you and-" "whoa, easy there pup, Breath." Inuyasha chuckled as Kagome and her mom giggled. It was clear to all the adults Souta had a boy crush on the half demon. There was a few more pleasantries exchanged and then Kagome and her mom had to go and catch their train, making a big show of kissing and hugging Souta who squirmed and wiped off the lipstick and whined as his mom stated over and over she'd call every night so he wouldn't miss her. "Moooom I'm not a baby!" he whined and huffed. "mmmmhmm.. Tell that to someone who doesn't wash your bed sheets." Mom had said and then headed off, Leaving Souta to fume and blush as Kagome walked away from Inuyasha. "Just remember what I told you, he's really sensitive about his bed wetting so don't make fun of him or anything, just help him wash his sheets and put his futon out to dry." Kagome said in a low tone. "Don't worry, I have a full proof plan to handle it!" Inuyasha said and smirked. "..No potions, magic, or other weirdness or I swear I'll pin you back to that tree by your nuts." Kagome growled then went and joined her mom. "Women.." Inuyasha huffed. a lesser demon would of taken her warning to heart and backed off on his plan, but Inuyasha was a legend in his own mind and knew what he had planned would A) make things easier on him and B) help Souta in the long run and C) would just look cute. Walking over to the Lil pup Inuyasha ruffled his head, then bent down and wiped at the boy's face. "You missed some lipstick. Mom's, Am I right?' he asked and wagged his eyebrows. "heh..hehehe yeah! Come on, let's go play battle monsters!" Souta said then his tummy grumbled. "Sounds like I should feed you first." Inuyasha chuckled. the boy froze and got a worried look on his face and Inuyasha raised a eyebrow, then chuckled. "What I made for Kagome was soup to help her feel better. I'm just making ramen for us." Inuyasha clarified for the worried pup. "Oh thank god!" Souta said and wiped imaginary sweat off his brow. "Just for that I'm making soup for supper." Inuyasha teased and winked so the pup would know he was kidding. "Oh yeah? if you do I'll run away like TH-" Souta said, getting ready to take off then inuyasha just snatched him up and put him under one arm, carrying him inside. "...I let you catch me." "of course you did." Souta sat at the table, blushing a little at just how easily Inuyasha had man handled him. then again he shouldn't be THAT shocked, Kagome could still pick him up and carry him, for a little while at least, and Inuyasha was SO much stronger. Sitting at the kitchen table with his elbows on it and his head in his hands and his butt in his booster seat (he wasn't short, the damn table was too high, or that was his story) Souta watched as Inuyasha prepared their lunch. 'He's just so damn cool. I wanna be just like him when i grow up!' Souta mentally gushed. The dog demon seemed to have the act of making ramen cups down to a art and rooted though the fridge for them to get something to drink, his head disappearing in the fridge and then coming back out with a confused look. "heh. Souta, is this yours?" he asked and then pulled out a clear baby bottle, that was half filled with milk. Instantly the boys face turned crimson as he shook his head no. "NO! That was from a little kid mom was babysitter a couple of days ago! they musta left the bottle in the fridge!" he said fast, knowing that despite it being the truth, the way he was acting would make it seem like he was lying. "Heh. if you say so. You know, I think you'd look cute drinking out of this. and would save me having to worry about any spills." Inuyasha said, but shrugged and went to put the bottle back. Souta whined, Kagome must of told him what a butter fingers he'd been lately, dropping cups when walking from room to room to the point mom made him drink at the table now or would bring the cup in to him. "well..uh.. I'll make you a deal." Souta said, rubbing the back of his head. "oh?" "I'll use the baby bottle just for like..this week. but only inside..and i get to stay up for a extra hour." "heh. Deal." Inuyasha said and then took the bottle out and unscrewed the cap and wrinkled his nose. "I'm gonna wash it out first though. this milk is going off. Last thing I need is you with rotten egg farts." Inuyasha teased and stuck his touge out. "heh.. hehehe yeah! all fear my all mighty BUTT!" Souta giggled and wiggled his butt around in his booster seat. 'eh, I can suck out of a baby bottle for Inuyasha. not like he knows how to work a camera.' Souta thought. Washing the bottle and nipple out, Inuyasha decided to throw the little pup a bone and filled it with some pop, pausing to go and drain the cups as they were done and dumping their contents in two bowls. getting the bowls, the bottle, his own cup of pop and some chopsticks on a tray, he carried it over with a towel over his shoulder and smirked. "Lunch is served my lord." he said and winked. oh, the Lil guy LOVED that and giggled lots and it was shocking just how perfect Souta seemed for what Inuyasha had in mind. between the booster seat and just how natural he looked drinking from the baby bottle (using both his hands to hold it, like a real baby!) Inuyasha kept finding himself watching Souta eat with a smile, and slowly enjoyed his noodles and drink. Souta on the other hand, you'd of sworn he hadn't of eaten for a week the way he slurped his food down, getting broth all over his shirt and face and letting out loud belches. "Heh, Maybe I shoulda gotten you a bib." Inuyasha teased and nodded to the boys shirt. "Oh..Uh..well i skipped breakfast this morning..ehehehe." Souta said, rubbing the back of his head. "mom calls me her little black hole." "..What's a black hole?" Inuyasha asked, tilting his head, and since Souta had finished his ramen and Inuyasha could always make more later, he slid his bowl over to the boy and listened, only half understanding what he was hearing. with all the ramen gone, Inuyasha grabbed the towel from before and used it to wipe down Souta's noodle covered face and got him to take off his shirt so Inuyasha could put it in the wash. Souta had drained his baby bottle, so Inuyasha refilled it with some milk then told the little pup to go and watch some TV while he cleaned up. As he took off for the living room Inuyasha watched as the boy dropped the baby bottle three time, and looked a little tired. but then again what little guy wasn't tuckered out after a big meal? Souta felt a little weird at first, using the baby bottle around Inuyasha, but his hero didn't seem to think anything less of him and seemed happy he was mature enough to use one. (or at least that was the spin Souta was putting on it) He was fumbling more then normal and found himself kinda glad his milk was in the baby bottle with all the times he dropped it, and was glad it was milk not pop since A) the pop would of been all shook up and mighta popped the top off and B) well, he actually didn't really care for pop, just didn't want Inuyasha to think he was a baby so he had forced it down. Plopping on the couch he turned on the tv and browsed the channels, there wasn't anything really on except for a few shows meant for younger kids. 'so it's between Sazae-san or the weather channel. yeahhh. Sazae-san it is' he thought and settled in. the baby bottle had opened up a little bit from all of the drops, and Souta didn't notice till he looked down and saw a wet spot on his jeans, on the upper thigh though thankfully and after readjusting the cap he decided to just tug'em off and he'd toss them to Inuyasha when the half demon came in, or went he got up to use the bathroom. 'It's just us guys anyways.' he reasoned, sitting on the couch in his red briefs. Inuyasha poked his head into the living room to check on him, and grinned ear to ear. "So apparently this is a pants optional zone?" Souta, who had been mid drink smirked around his bottle and then pulled it out, giggling. "The bottle was leaking and i didn't wanna get the couch damp." he explained. "oh, VERY mature reasoning." Inuyasha said and nodded. having his hero praise him Souta grinned like a Cheshire cat, at least till a big yawn over took him AND his bladder signaled it was time to tap a kidney. "what are we watching?" Inuyasha asked, coming in and sitting down. "Oh, you can change the channel if you want, I gotta go take a leak." Souta said, then reading the confusion on Inuyasha's face clarified. "I gotta go pee pee." "oh! heh, well ok. do you need me to go with you or something?" "N-no! I just was letting you know!" Souta said, instantly blushing. "Hey hey, calm down.. I was just asking." Inuyasha said putting his hands up in defense. "...sorry. ehehehe." Souta said and yawned again then got up and headed for the bathroom. it wouldn't be till he got to said bathroom that he noticed a damp spot in his dark red undies and blushed terribly..there had been that one point where he'd zonked out for thirty seconds. taking care of natures call he decided he'd go and make a detour to his room and get dressed again before coming back. Inuyasha could smell the slight accident as he came in, and waited for Souta to fuss up, but either the little guy was hoping he wouldn't notice or was truly clueless. there was even a slightly damp spot on the couch and Inuyasha knew he'd have to clean that, but oddly it didn't bug him as much as it should since if anything it was going to make putting the little guy back in diapers, at least for nap times and bed times (and maybe more judging from this) easier. Realizing Souta had been gone far too long just for a tinkle, Inuyasha got up to go and check on him, taking the baby bottle that was still half full with him. There was no one in the bathroom, though Souta's damp undies were on the floor and Inuyasha pictured the boy streaking around the house in his birthday suit and laughed softly, then pictured Kagome's reaction if she found out. "...I better go make sure he's getting dressed." walking into Souta's room Inuyasha had to bite his touge to keep from laughing out, the little pup had tugged a light blue t-shirt on and had a pair of shorts on the bed..and a pair of black undies halfway up his legs before he'd laid down on his bed and apparently dropped off to sleep, half dressed. 'And here I thought I'd have to put a sleeping pill in his drinks to get him to take naps.' Inuyasha thought with a ear to ear grin. he quietly left the room and went and got his bag he'd packed for this weekend, and came back to the room as quickly as possible, catching Souta as he was sleepily tugging his undies up. "heh, tired little guy?" "Y-yeah. think it was all the -URP- ramen." Souta said, burping mid sentence. "Might go for a little nap if that's OK." "Of course! butttt I think before you go for a nap, we should get you in some protection." Inuyasha said with a big grin. "huh?" Souta asked, confused, and rubbing a eye. Inuyasha smiled and then reached into his bag, pulling out a thick white diaper. "...I'm still dreaming aren't I? because otherwise are you OUT OF YOUR MIND!?!" Souta huffed and crossed his arms. "What do you think is easier, Cleaning your bedding and then laying your futon out to dry in the sun, Or just tossing out some wet diapers in the trash? I already have to put the couch cushion out." Inuyasha pointed out. "...Oh..you uh.. noticed that." "Yeahhh buddy. I noticed. now I could just put you in diapers 24/7 for the rest of the week but I wanna be fair, and just diaper your butt for your nap and your bedtime..unless you start having more daytime accidents. but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Souta huffed and whined lots, biting his lip and clearly trying to decide what to do. "Souta, I'm gonna make this kinda easy on you. one way or anther your butt is going in this diaper." Inuyasha said and put it down on the bed, taking out some baby powder too. "But I would like it if you'd let me diaper you and prove you're a mature young boy taking responsibility for his accidents, instead of being a huffy little toddler whining he's a big boy." Souta huffed again, and had his thumb at his lips, lightly biting the end of it but really it looked like he was fighting the urge to suck it. Finally he spoke up. "You can NOT tell mom or Kagome about this, and it's only when i'm sleeping. Deal?" "Deal." Souta covered his face with a pillow, unable to watch as his hero tugged his undies off and then proceeded to put him back into diapers. with the big bulky thing under his butt (Inuyasha didn't even bother to tell him to lift, he could easily move the boy into position) he felt his nether regions getting coated with baby powder and even though his his pillow he could smell it. then the diaper was tugged up and taped and the pillow was gently tugged away from his face, with Inuyasha giving a warm caring smile to him. "there? was that so bad?" the demon asked. Souta semi sat up, braced on his elbows and looked down. at least it was a plain white diaper, not a nursery print or something but it looked so big and bulky, and when he tried to close his legs together it was a no go. "...I don't even think I can walk in this!" "well good thing it's just for when your sleeping then." Inuyasha chuckled. Souta pouted but if he was being truthful, the big bulky diaper around his hips kinda maybe sorta not that he'd ever admit it, or even think it too loudly in case a mind reader was walking close by, felt nice. "I..I..uh.." Souta squirmed a little more in the bulky diaper, then eyed his ba-ba..('Baby bottle!' he reminded himself) on the dresser. Inuyasha followed his gaze and and reached for for the bottle, handing it to Souta. "You still thirsty?" "Y-yeah. thanks." Souta said and laid back on his bed, baby bottle in mouth and wiggled in his diapers. trying desperately to ignore just how natural it all felt. 'Maybe this week will be even better then i thought..and i wonder if Inuyasha has one of those suckie thingies.' Souta thought. before he could ask though the milk apparently finished him off and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep, not seeing Inuyasha gently taking the bottle. The half demon would close the boys curtains, and tug his blanket up over him, then as a after thought, pop a soother with a red mouth guard on it into his mouth. "have a good sleep Lil guy~" the half demon whispered, and tip toed out

Chapter 2 Souta squirmed slightly as he sucked on his paci. he wearing light red pair of short-all's with a puppy face on the front. under the short-all's he was wearing a white diaper shirt and of course under THAT he was wearing two of the thick diapers daddy Inuyasha had gotten. Daddy had him in a big stroller and he was strapped in tight, and daddy had a big diaper bag over one shoulder as he pushed (wearing his ball cap of course) and the diaper bag was clearly labeled after daddy had gone and stitched it, as 'SOUTA'S DIAPER BAG'. they were going to the park so Souta could get some outdoor playtime in whether he liked it or not, and daddy was talking up how cute Souta was going to look. "I bet you'll be the cutest boy on the playground, playing in the sand box or going down the slid. if you want, I'll even push you on the swing set!" Souta was of course less sure about all of this and his tummy was gurgling lots from his nerves and the big breakfast they had had. "uh..Daddy..what if people i know are there?" Souta asked, taking his paci out first. "then they'll get to see the real you, a bigggg cute and adorable baby butt.Unless you'd rather go back to being a total big boy all the time." Inuyasha chuckled. the big baby shook his head no and popped his paci in as they came up to the play ground part of the park, eyes darting around but so far it was just toddlers and their mommies and daddies., some of who were looking over at the pair oddly. Inuyasha paid them no mind and unbuckled the big baby from his stroller and helped him to the ground, Souta wearing white sneakers and red socks and the bulk of his diaper butt made it so he could only take a few wobbly steps before his legs gave out and he plopped on his butt. "Awww~ Is my widdle guy having trouble walking?" Inuyasha coo'ed, gushing and leaning down. "Do you need daddy to carry you? he doesn't mind!" Souta was blushing but nodded, and reached up for the half demon who easily picked him up and set him on his hip, a arm under his butt while Souta snuggled into him. "where do you wanna go and play first?" Inuyasha asked, using his free hand to drop the diaper bag in the stroller and tugging it over to a bench by a few moms. "Would you ladies do me a favor and watch this for me? my little guy isn't ready to walk yet." Souta whined and buried his face in daddies chest at that as the ladies chuckled. "oh of course, how old is he?" One mom asked. "Eight going on one. before you ask, this was all his idea, though he's gone a little shy." Inuyasha said. the other mom smirked and reached out and patted Souta's butt. "is that true little guy?" Souta pulled his face out of daddies chest and suckled lots on his paci, but nodded his head. "Awww!" "so cute!" with the mommies watching their stroller the pair headed off for the swing set, since going up and down the slide while unable to walk wouldn't be a good idea and it wasn't big enough for Inuyasha to go down with him. getting Souta sat in one of the baby swings was a little bit of a struggle, because despite his small size the bulky diapers were semi in the way. Still with a bit of effort the little guy was secure and Inuyasha ruffled his hair, making him smile behind his paci before gently pushing him a few times and then letting Souta just go back and forth on his own. It only took a little bit though before Souta got bored of the swing, plus some of the other little boys were giving him the stink eye for hogging the baby swing. taken over to the sand box Souta made semi friends with a 3 and 4 year old who deemed that despite his bigger size, since THEY were both in big boy undies, they were the big boys and Souta hada listen to them. Souta just smirked and nodded his head and they lent him a bucket and shovel, he was in charge of making the basic foundations for the fronts they were gonna use for the toys soldier the older of the two boys had (though the finishing touches they put on them mostly involved tracing a line around the mounds and sticking twigs in them, but hey, he was just a big baby, like he was gonna argue) The only bad part was his tummy hadn't gotten all that much better and he kept letting out muffled farts. "hey, if hafa go poopie you needa get outta da sand box." the older boy said. "yeah! dun want da sand ta smell like fart all day!" the younger one said, nodding his head lots. "Sowwy!" Souta lisped around his paci. even as he said it, he leaned forward and let out anther LOUD fart,only this time it wasn't just a fart. cheek's flaming up red he rolled over onto his hands and knees and the paci fell out into the sand as he started to grunt. "is he?" the younger of the two asked, holding his nose. "Ugh, yeah! HEY MISTER! YOUR BABY IS POOPING!" the older called, then held his nose to, tugging his pal away from the big baby as the back of Souta's diaper expanded as much as it could in the confines of the short-alls he was wearing. Inuyasha had been talking to the mommies, but now came over and smiled even as Souta's stinky funk filled the air. "Is that right buddy? are you making daddy a present?" Inuyasha asked, kneeling down and rubbing Souta's back, and pocketing the dirty paci. "N-No! just farting!" Souta said, trying to save face even though it was pretty clear to anyone what he was doing. "really? are you SURE about that? daddy can just check you know." Inuyasha said, and just kept rubbing Souta's lower back, which oddly..helped his poopies come out faster. "Uhhh I..I..yeah! So..Y-You can go back and talk." Souta said. "heh. Buddy if you wanna stay in your poopie diapers for awhile, thats a at home thing." Inuyasha said in a low voice, then talked louder. "I think daddy better check for presents." with that Inuyasha stood up, but then picked Souta up under his armpits and lifted him up into the air, so he could sniff his bum. "whew! somebody made daddy LOTS of presents! we better go get you changed!" Inuyasha chuckled, pulling Souta in for a hug and setting him on his hip again, squishing the boys muddy back side in a way that wasn't as awful as Souta had pictured a poo poo pamper would be. "ok Souta. now it's time to wake up." Daddy said." as he walked over to the stroller. "huh?" "wake up sleepy head. come on. wakey wakey." Souta's eyes flew open and he sat up in his bed, looking around confused. "about time. it's almost 5 and I figured you MIGHT wanna have a few hours awake before your bed time." Inuyasha chuckled. "besides, I think somebody needs a diaper change." Souta tilted his head, looking around his room and then slowly it dawned on him. "Oh, it was all a dream." he said out loud as Inuyasha cocked a eyebrow."i uh..ehehe..hada dream I was at the park with you, in diapers and with a stroller and everything, and went poopie. felt so real I swear I can still smell the stinky diaper." the boy said, rubbing the back of his head. then he sniffed again and realized that he COULD still smell the poopie diaper, and when he wiggled his butt around his diaper felt..muddy. "Yeahhh that part wasn't just a dream buddy. I came in and found you grunting and pushing and tried to wake you up but me shaking your back lightly just made it come out more. My bad." Inuyasha said sheepishly. Souta tossed back his blanket and felt his cheeks color at the site of his swollen diaper. He had wet it and clearly messed himself. Looking away from it he went and looked around the bed, spotting a paci by his pillow and snagged it popping it in his mouth. "Hey hey, it's OK. accidents happen! Maybe the milk was going off, who knows!" Inuyasha said and patted Souta's back. "but at least you were in a diaper for your accident right?" Souta suckled and nodded. "So how about we go and get you cleaned up and then you can put on some normal undies and we forget allllll about this?" Souta thought for a moment, then suckled a lot more on the paci in his mouth, having figured Inuyasha had given it to him while he was sleeping, then shook his head no. Inuyasha was slightly taken back by that. He'd figured Souta, with all the blushing was upset and wanted to get changed asap.As was Inuyasha felt bad, and was wondering if maybe he hadn't cleaned the pacifier right or if he had made the ramen wrong and that was why Souta had had his accident. "ok..uh..did you wanna clean up by yourself?" Inuyasha asked, thinking maybe Souta didn't want the help. again, a head shake. "Dooo you wanna uh..STAY in it?" He tried, rubbing the back of his head, and again, anther head shake no. "ok throw me a bone here, what DO you want?" Souta squirmed a little, and suckled more, then pointed at the duffel bag with the diapers in them, then grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it. "Ooooh." Inuyasha smirked, getting it now. "I can change you and put you in anther diaper if that's what you want Lil guy." Souta slowly lowered the pillow and grinned behind the paci and nodded his head. "Ok Lil guy, lay back, though i better open a window before we start. if you're just stinky now.." Inuyasha said and winked, then took a pillow to the face. "...you're lucky your cute." Souta giggled as he laid back on his bed. his window was open and so was his diaper and while the smell wasn't that pleasant, he felt just like a little baby and it felt pretty darn good. Once he was all clean (Inuyasha had been really smart and gotten wipes with the rest of the supplies, which in turn made Souta picture him buying all of this and giggle behind his paci) Inuyasha had him lift up his bum and got the clean diapie under him and once he was all powdered it was taped up. "I'll go dispose of the 'treasure', you get dressed and we'll go and figure out what we wanna do." Inuyasha said and walked out with the dirty wipes inside the stinky diaper, holding it out a bit from himself and with his hand on as little of it as possible. Souta slid out of his bed and took a few experimental steps in the diapers, recalling how he'd fallen on his butt in his dream and (thankfully) found he was able to walk, albeit with a waddle to his step. waddling over to his dresser he looked though it for a pair of shorts to wear. Settling on a pair he'd had for gym class, and was red with white strips up the side, he tried to tug them one and found they were a little bit too tight with the bulky diaper. Sliding the back down he tossed them onto the bed and went with a looser blue pair and they JUST fit over the diaper, but were a little too snug for his liking so again, then got slid down and joined the other pair on his bed. 'Well this doesn't bold well.' Souta thought, rubbing his chin with the paci still in his mouth, then settling on a white pair of shorts that even with the draw string tied, he had been forced to tug up lots. Mom had said he'd grow into them and now apparently they were his last hope. Third time was the charm and they fit over the diapers, and he only had to tie the drawstring in a loose bow. the top of the diapers semi showed but he figured once he got a shirt on it would be all good. Thankfully getting a shirt on wasn't as big of a challenge and soon he waddled out in his white shorts, and a pair of white socks, with a t-shirt that was white for the body and had red sleeves. toddling into the kitchen Inuyasha was washing out hi- the baby bottle and turned to smirk. "I was starting to wonder if I'd have to come in there and dress you. did you have trouble getting pants that would fit?" he asked and Souta nodded. "Hmm, Maybe tomorrow we'll go shopping and get some thinner diapers for you then." Souta whined and shook his head no. "OK I'm not playing 20 questions every time i ask you something. what do you wanna do then?" Inuyasha chuckled. Souta huffed and then took the paci out. "I wanna go get pants that'll fit over this. and more diapers! I don't think you'll have enough if I'm wearing them ALL the time while your here." Souta said and grinned. "well considering I didn't even know if I'd be able to get you to wear for bed and nap time..." Inuyasha said and stuck out his touge. "You uh..gonna be using the potty at all while wearing them?" "III might? I dunno. kinda not sure how I feel about using them since i was asleep for it." Souta said and rubbed the back of his head. "Fair enough. but we can get more even if you just wanna wear and still use the potty." Inuyasha said and having cleaned the baby bottle headed for the fridge. "You want some more pop?" "actually not a big fan, do we have any milk left?" Souta asked. "heh, yeah, something tells me I better pick up more tomorrow too while we're out. Might have to make a list." "I'll 'menber and tell you..though uh, you do have money right? Like, vendors don't take dead animals as trade here." Souta said. "..Oh really? and here I thought I was gonna go and hunt a wild boar to pay for your diapers." Inuyasha said deadpan. "Your mom and sis left some cash and for your information, I can trade dead animals in for money at some of the butcher shops. how do you think I brought the diapers your wearing smarty pants?" "..you know in hindsight.." Souta said sheepishly, then accepted the baby bottle from Inuyasha and drank the cold milk. "So what do you wanna do till supper pup? I figure I'll order something around 7ish." "hmmm, we could go outside and play some football for awhile." Souta suggested. Inuaysha looked a little unsure about that. "Uhhh you sure you wanna do that pup?" he asked. "Whattt? Is the big bad Half demon scared of the diaper boy?" Souta giggled and turned around and swatted his puffy butt twice. " -Snk- no, I'm more worried because you can sorta tell your wearing a diaper, even with those shorts on." Inuyasha pointed out. "well I might as well get used to wearing outside now, I'll be wearing them out tomorrow." Souta pointed out. "Well semi thought you'd wanna go out in undies while shopping." "and HOW are we suppose to tell if my new pants or shorts will fit over the diapers then silly?" Souta asked and giggled at the dawning look on Inuyasha's face as he took anther swig from his ba-ba. "Touche. was just thinking about you. I might sorta kinda like you ya dork." Inuyasha said and playfully punched Souta in the arm, then picked him up and set him on his hip, just like in the dream, and headed for the door. An hour later the pair came inside, with Souta tired by happy and Inuyasha more or less the same. they had taken turns in the net and Souta had won 5 to 2 and never suspected a thing about how Inuyasha had let him win. the only slight problem with the whole thing had been when some people had started up the shrine steps, apparently a sight seeing family and had assumed the house was a shrine, but Inuyasha's hearing had picked them up and he'd gotten his ball cap on and turned to ask them to leave. (Though he had a feeling the two young boys of the family, 5 and 7 by the looks of them had seen Souta, and also noted the padding judging by the grins and giggles coming from them) Naturally Inuyasha kept this to himself when it became clear Souta thought he was still in the clear, since he didn't wanna upset the little guy and since the family looked American he doubted it was really going to be a issue. he sent Souta to go and wash up while he called the pizza place, following a script that Kagome had left him so he didn't sound too weird and had a large meat lovers on it's way by the time Souta came out of the bathroom, admittedly with the dirt gone since he had turned it into muddy smudges. "you know, I hear theirs this amazing thing, called soap and water. and if you use it, you actually get clean." Inuyasha commented and then went and got a rag from the sink wet and soapy and motioned the diaper boy over. "GASP! Is that how that works?" Souta said, and stuck his touge out at the demon and giggled. "you know, if you just wanted me to wash you, you coulda just said so." Inuyasha commented, wiping down the boys face and hands and arms. "wheres the fun in that?And what did ya order?" Souta asked as Inuyasha wiped down his legs. "Pizza, a meat lovers. So if i have to wash you does that mean I'm gonna need to cut your food up and feed you too?" Inuyasha asked and smirked. the boy froze and blushed. "er, I think that MIGHT be going a little too far." Sensing he'd gone a bit too far Inuyasha nodded and dropped it. "So wanna watch a movie while we wait? I figure we can eat in the living room." Inuyasha said then added. "well you'll eat on a blanket on the floor. I've watched you eat." "heh, fair enough and sure! But I get to pick the movie!" Souta said and then dashed into the living room. (Well maybe dash wasn't the right word for the boys movement with the thick diapers, seeing as it had swelled a bit from his sweat while playing outside.) 'mental note: next time pick him up and carry him before he trips and hurts himself.' Inuyasha thought shaking his head and then moved to follow.

chapter 3

In the end Souta picked Kiki's delivery service and Inuyasha found himself struggling to get into it. Still, the Lil pup clearly liked it, giggling and coo'ing as he watched it so that helped make up for the boredom. They were half a hour in when a knock at the front door. Souta started to get up, with a cry of 'I'll get it!' but thankfully his diaper butt slowed him down and Inuyasha firmly but gentle pushed him back on his butt. "I think I'll get it, Your in huggies and I'm the one with the money remember?"He asked. "Oh..yeah." Souta giggled and blew a raspberry. Chuckling at what a cute diaper dork Souta was turning out to be Inuyasha went and answered the door, glad he'd decided to be the one when it was a high school aged boy with the pie's. the guy stared though lots and it wasn't till Inuyasha paid and closed the door he realized why and cursed softly. "Smart. REAL smart." he muttered, as he'd taken the ball cap off when they came back inside and had forgotten to put it back on. "Maybe he'll just think I'm a furry." Walking back into the living room with the pizza pies', Inuyasha was taken back for a second as Souta was in just his diapers, his shirt and pants folded up neatly on the side of the blanket. "Do I wanna ask?" Inuyasha asked smirking, as he set the pizza down. "I don't wanna get Pizza all over my clothes." Souta said with a giggle. "Oh! well that was VERY clever of you little guy!" he said, and reached over to ruffle the little guys hair. "ehehehe yeah!" Souta beamed with pride, then got a funny look on his face. "Er..Inuyasha.. did you put your cap on?" "..yeah no. in hindsight I should let you answer the door. I figure buddy will just think I'm a furry or something." "heh. hehehe silly 'yasha!" Souta giggled. Getting the little diaper boy 2 pieces of pizza on a plate and refilling his baby bottle, Inuyasha sat down with some pop and 4 pieces on his plate. He had toyed with going and grabbing a bib he had seen in the dish towel drawer and tying it around Souta's neck, but given how the little guy had reacted when he asked about cutting up his food and feeding him Inuyasha didn't wanna push the little guy too far. Still, he found himself fascinated watching Souta eat as by the time they were done, he had pizza sauce on his chest, his arms, and SOMEHOW in his hair. 'Ok I don't care what he says, next time we get pizza I'm feeding him.' If Souta was telling the truth he was a little disappointed that Inuyasha hadn't put a bib on him, though he figured it was his own fault for his reaction to being fed. Still, to encourage a bib for his next meal Souta went all out being a big messy baby, getting sauce all over himself and giggling as he saw Inuyasha's eyes twitching. with the meal over, and the movie basically done Inuyasha turned it off and smirked at Souta. "Did you even get any in your mouth?" he teased. "Some! And it was good!" Souta said then let out a loud belch, followed by a muffled fart. the fart brought a light blush to his face as he hadn't meant for THAT to come out but Inuyasha just smirked. "My pup is gas powered now huh?" Inuyasha teased. "Do need a diaper change or anything? Actually, never mind on that, you need a bath. your more sauce then boy at this point." Souta giggled, having been about to admit he'd been soaking his diaper off and on during the movie and was pretty soggy. Inuyasha picked him up under his arm pits and carried him towards the bathroom, with Souta getting semi nervous as he was carried because his diaper was sagging BIG time. "I was gonna ask if you needed to sit on the potty before your bath but I think you're all peed out." Inuyasha chuckled. "eheheh..well i figured why bother getting up when.." Souta said sheepishly. "hey, not complaining." Inuyasha said. He set the little guy down on his feet as they got in the bathroom, un-taping the soggy diaper and balling it up and tossing it in the bin, then moving to start the water, looking over his shoulder. "While I'm filling up the tub you can still try and use the potty if you want." Souta nodded and then let out anther poot, and popped a seat on the toilet and let out a few more thunder poots as Inuyasha got the tub filled up for him. "heh, all good? you're not gonna you know what in the tub are you?" Inuyasha asked as he shut the water off. "NO!" Souta huffed, crossing his arms and blushing BIG time. "ok ok. Do you wanna wash yourself or.." Inuyasha trailed off. "oh..um.. " Souta rubbed the back of his head, "You can wash me a guess, but I wanna play with my bath toys after!" Souta said and pointed to a cabinet. "heh, Fair enough." After getting the little fart machine clean, and letting him play for half a hour in the water Inuyasha claimed Souta was wrinkled enough and pulled the plug, helping the pup out of the tub and drying him off with a thick fluffy towel then swaddling him in it and carrying him to his bedroom. He hadn't bothered to go and get Souta's pants and shirt since it was almost bedtime though he had left the little guy alone to go and get the baby bottle and get it cleaned out, having refilled it with just water for the night since they were getting low on milk and figured Souta would want some for breakfast in the morning. he had a blue mouth guard paci for the little guy to nurse on as he handed him one of his stuffies (A puppy dog this time) and then proceeded to get Souta in anther thick diaper and then tickled his tummy as Souta nursed on his paci and hugged the stuffie. "You ready for bed or want a bed time story first?" Inuyasha asked, having set the ba-ba of water on Souta's night stand. "Stowy!" Souta coo'ed around his paci. "..Your just too damn cute, you know that right?" Inuyasha said and tapped a finger on Souta's nose while the Lil pup giggled and nodded. Getting up he walked over and looked over the selection of books Souta had on his dresser, then picked one called 'The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs!' and started to read to the little guy, who conked out before he was halfway though the first story. Inuyasha was confused, they had been out shopping for a little while and the longer they were out the more bold Souta got (not that he minded that) but they had also gone to a few stores Inuyasha hadn't of expected. case in point, at the moment they were at a junior miss which just happened to have a big baby section and Souta had shoo'ed him away while going to pick out a few thing to try on. It wasn't that he wasn't all for Souta wearing whatever he wanted, it was just that well..he'd expected a diaper BOY to cuddle and look after and now it was looking like he was gonna have a little sissy on his hands. 'I hope he's not as moody as his sister.' Inuyasha thought with a little smirk. of course he liked liked Kagome but there was times when she just got on his last nerve, such as having to sit and wait on her to pick out outfits or once a month when there was just NO pleasing her. Still he would TRY and be a nice supportive daddy, or at least that's what he told himself till Souta pulled back the Curtain and skipped out. He was wearing a pair of pink flat's, that had hot pink bows on them, followed by a pair of knee highs that were a lighter shade of pink then the shoes. he had on a hot pink diaper cover over his diaper, with some light pink frills on the butt (Something Inuyasha got to see as the boy turned around and patted his butt) and was wearing a pink (the same shade as the shoes) dress that had puffy shoulders with the skirt part ruffled and FAR to short to cover up the boys diapers when he was standing. To top the look off he had a bow in his hair, once again hot pink and stood back up and blew a kiss at Inuyasha. "what do you think daddy? Aren't I the cutest widdle sissy ever?" Souta gushed and did a little twirl. "I uh..well.." Inuyasha stammered for a reply. "Oh! I know the problem!" Souta said and snapped his fingers, suddenly Inuyasha was in a matching out. "You wanna go twinies! that's ok! I called Kagome back and she can watch both of us!" Inuyasha was frozen in shock and shame as he looked at the bulk between his legs, and at his reflection, then heard Kagome giggling. "Awww there's my little sissies!" She giggled and snapped pictures of them both, Souta posing and Inuyasha trying to cover his diaper up. As he did so Sango and Koga and every one was suddenly there, all pointing and laughing at the padded and sissified demon. Sitting up in his bed in the guest bedroom, Inuyasha was drenched in sweat and blushing badly as he panted. "Ok. That's it. no more ranmen before bed." he groaned and flopped back on his back, trying to get back to sleep. Thankfully the rest of the night was nightmare free,And Inuyasha was woken up about 10 minutes before his alarm clock would of gone off anyways by Souta jumping on his bed. "Come onnn, it's morning, we can do stuff again!" the Lil pup giggled, crawling up the bed and shaking Inuyasha. "I don't suppose you'd just go and let me have the 10 minutes left I have on my alarm clock?" Inuyasha asked, smirking and trying to pull his blanket up but then caught whiff of why Souta might of been eager for him to wake up. "heh, Did you make boom boom in your sleep again, or woke up and decided you might need some smelling slat to wake me up?" Inuyasha said, rolling over and tugging Souta in for a hug. "ehehehe..Woke up smelly and uh.. it's not the worst feeling in the world but wanna a diapie change." Souta said and nuzzled into the half demon. "Alirght. fair enough, though do you always mess the bed, or this just a special treat saved for me?" Inuyasha teased, letting go of the boy and sliding out of bed in just his boxers and sliding a pair of loose red jogging pants on. "Oh, Totally planed this all JUST for you. you know me, the gift that keeps on giving." Souta said sarcastically then blew a raspberry, carefully getting out of the bed. "You know, I don't HAVE to change you till after we eat." Inuyasha chuckled and winked so the pup knew he was teasing. Still the threat had a semi expected reaction, and the front of Souta's diaper grew a little damper. "I'll be good!" One smelly diaper change later and Souta was in his booster seat, in just his diapers and chowing down on some oatmeal while Inuyasha enjoyed some eggs and bacon. Souta would of gone for the eggs and bacon but somehow it felt more babyish to have the oatmeal and he was in a super babyish mood that day. he could of just had cereal too but Inuyasha pointed out that they had enough milk for a bowl of milk and a little bit in his baby bottle or a decent amount in the baby bottle, and well, bottle won hands down. He was also wearing the white bib with the yellow ducky on it and had almost asked Inuyasha to spoon feed him, but recalled how he'd turned that down the night before and didn't wanna be a hypocrite. "So where were you thinking of going for your clothes?" Inuyasha asked, looking a little nervous for some reason. "Uhhh they have a department store in town that has a grocery section, so I figured we'll go get it all done in one. why?" "No reason!" Inuyasha said a little too fast, and then turned to read the newspaper. Souta raised a eyebrow but figured he'd drop it. he was after all acting like a big baby, so who was he to call someone else out on a few quirks? After a quick wash up (he tried hard to make sure he only messed up his bib, and for the most part manged) Inuyasha got a white t-shirt on and his ball cap while Souta tugged on his shorts and shirt from the day before. "So..I don't wanna push you or anything, but do you think I'm gonna need to pack a diaper bag?" Inuyasha asked him. The thought of getting a diaper change in a public bathroom crossed Souta's mind and his face turned crimson. but then the idea of being stuck in a leaky diaper till they got diapers or worse, a smelly one wasn't too appealing either. "uhhh how long you think we're gonna be out?" Souta asked. "well, we're walking sooo I dunno, Hour, maybe two? was thinking we'd get lunch at a noddle shop." Inuyasha said, then winked. "And if your good MAYBE we'll go and get you a toy." "Oh oh! I want a Ultraman figure! wait no, a new football! wait no I-" he started to gush, getting all excited. "ONLY if your good." Inuyasha said again and chuckled. "I'm ALWAYS good!" Souta giggled and stuck out his touge. "I've heard horror stories from your mom and Kagome about taking you shopping." "oh..well. I'll be good this time. not like I have to wait while you go and try on every pair of heels in a store." Souta said and made a face. "heh. true. so coming back to the million dollar question: Diaper bag or no diaper bag?" Souta put a hand to his chin, looking all thoughtful then finally nodded. "better pack one just in case. better to have it and not need it.." he trailed off. "then need it and not have it. got ya pup." Inuyasha said and went off to go and pack one. with the duffel bag repacked so there was only two diapers in it, along with the baby bottle now filled with water and a paci just in case, Inuyasha took the pups hand and they headed out the door.

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Moxie (Ben Platt x Reader) Nonplatonic

A/N: Hey y’all!!! Here it is!! I’ve been working really hard on this and I am so excited to share with you!! I have some ideas for Epilogue parts, so let me know what you think!

(Lowkey Content Warning: Dogs, Drinking, Kissing, Partial nakedness but no smut?, Slow Burn)

Word Count: 8,647

You loved your best friend Anna to death, but you couldn’t get her to understand that you were perfectly content with the way your life was at the moment.

“I’m just saying, I know people,” Anna said, leaning in the doorway of your bathroom. You rolled your eyes, reaching for the shampoo bottle from where you were kneeling at the side of the tub.

“I know you know people, I just don’t need to meet them,” you answered, looking on the floor for the pitcher you knew was around somewhere.

“I think you do, I worry about you when you’re alone.”

“I’m not alone, I have MoMo,” at the sound of her nickname, the dog you were bathing threw her face towards yours, showering you with kisses.

“Moxie doesn’t count, she can’t talk back,” Anna said pointedly.

“Don’t tell her that,” you joked, covering Moxie’s ears with your soap covered hands, “besides, we go on walks with my boss and his dog sometimes.”

“Your boss isn’t a candidate for your love life though,” Anna complained.

“Nope, and that’s ok. I’m fine with my life how it is,” you reiterated.

“You just don’t want to get hurt again. You haven’t dated anyone since Buttface broke up with you two years ago.” Your friend had a point, your previous breakup had made you wary to love again.

“Like I said, I have Moxie. She loves me and won’t leave me. Much better than a boyfriend.”

Anna rolled her eyes.

You thought you had won the argument, since she turned her attention to her phone. You concentrated on finishing up bathing Moxie, rinsing her caramel colored coat until the water ran clean.

“You have a date tonight,” Anna said, instead of answering your request to hand you a towel.

“What?” You were shocked and surprised, really confused as to what she had planned. After mumbling a “stay” to your pup and grabbing a towel yourself, Anna finally looked up from her phone.

“You’re meeting my friend Ben at the Pizzeria tonight at 7, which means you have four hours to get ready. I’m going to pick out your outfit,” Anna turned on her heel and left you to dry Moxie. After you had thoroughly dried her fur, you put her collar back on and went to grab her leash. As you walked by your bedroom door, Anna called out to you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking Moxie for a walk, since I won’t be able to once I’m all dressed up for this date. I’ll be back in an hour!” you hollered back. You heard Anna grumble about how you probably wouldn’t ever come back. You thought about it, but you were also interested in the kind of person Anna would attempt to set you up with. You clipped Moxie’s purple leash onto her collar, grabbed your keys, and stepped outside.

Moxie knew exactly where you were going, and led you three blocks down to the park. For it being almost 4:00 in New York City, the park was relatively empty. You found a good sized stick and threw it back and forth for Moxie, letting her run her energy out. About thirty minutes in, you threw the stick particularly far. Moxie tore after it, but before she got to the stick she saw someone walking down a path at the other end of the park. Being her friendly self, she went over to say hello. You swore under your breath, grabbing her leash and running over to where your dog was.

“I’m so sorry,” you said breathlessly, clipping Moxie’s leash back onto her collar.

“It’s alright, I chose to cut through the dog park. I’m in her space,” the stranger said. He was a young man, about your age, with full cheeks and a bright smile.

“What’s her name?” he asked, still petting her head.

“Moxie,” you answered.

“Well Moxie, it was nice meeting you. Thank you for letting me pet her!” the man said, walking away. You stared after him for a minute, then decided to head back to your apartment.

Anna was awaiting your arrival, practically throwing clothes into your arms when you got back.

“Chill out, I have to feed MoMo first,” you handed back the blouse and pants to your friend, picking up Moxie’s food dish. Only after your dog was happily eating her kibble did you go into your bedroom and put on the black blouse and grey pants.

“Hair?” you asked.

“I don’t know, that’s up to you,” she said from her place on your bed. You decided to leave your hair down, and dusted some makeup on your face.

“I have to catch a plane early tomorrow morning but you better call me once I’ve landed to tell me how it went,” Anna said sternly as you both grabbed your wallets and keys.

“I promise. MoMo, be good. I’ll be home later.” Moxie looked at you with perked ears and wide eyes, her tongue hanging out of her mouth off to the side. You kissed her head and gave her a scratch behind her ear before shutting the door behind you.

You parted ways with Anna on the sidewalk, giving her a hug and promising again that you’d call the next day. Finally you made your way down to the Pizzeria, a small hole in the wall pizza place that had the best pizza in New York, in your opinion. You stepped through the door at 7:00 exactly, expecting your date to be late, but as you entered a man sitting alone stood up, drawing your eyes to him. You immediately recognized him as the man Moxie had said hello to in the park earlier that afternoon.

“(y/n)?” he said, putting his hand out in an awkward wave. You approached him, and he immediately scurried around to your side of the table, pulling the chair out for you.

“Thanks,” you said with a smile, nervously pulling stray pieces of Moxie fur off of your blouse.

“I told Anna I didn’t like to go on dates with people I had never met before, she told me there was nothing to worry about. I guess she was right,” Ben chuckled.

“She is something else, that girl,” you said knowingly.

“How long have you known her?” Ben asked.

“As long as I’ve been alive. Our houses were next to each other growing up, she has always been my best friend,” you explained.

“How about you?” you tried to keep the conversation from taking an awkward pause.

Ben looked confused for a moment before answering, “Since about 2010, we worked on a movie together.”

“This is going to sound really rude, but which movie was it? I promise I’m not a jerk but I haven’t seen anything Anna is in,” you said all at once, trying to redeem yourself. Ben opened his mouth to answer but didn’t say anything as a waitress approached your table. You and Ben each ordered a slice of pizza, yours with mushroom and pepperoni, his just with cheese. After the waitress left, you turned your attention back to Ben.

“I was in Pitch Perfect with Anna. You seriously haven’t seen anything she’s been in?” He asked.

“I only watch movies with her and she never wants to watch the ones she’s worked on,” you shrugged.

“Huh, I wondered why you didn’t recognize me in the park. Pitch Perfect is a classic though, everyone should see it.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re in it?” you laughed. Ben blushed.

“No! I’m just a supporting role in the first one anyways. Hey! Why don’t you come over to my place after dinner to watch it?” he seemed sincere.

You thought for a moment about if Moxie would be ok for another few hours and decided it would be fine.

“Sure,” you said with a smile. You could see how happy this made Ben, and you felt something in your heart twinge, a feeling you had only felt a few times in the past few years. The rest of your dinner with Ben was comfortable, to say the least. As it wrapped up, he paid the bill then walked with you to his apartment.

You noticed how nervous he was as he fumbled with the lock.

“I’m sorry if it’s a mess, I’ve been in rehearsals all week and have not been home long enough to clean,” he apologized before he opened the door.

You put your hand on his arm and gave him a comforting smile, “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you said, and you could see his body language visibly relax. His apartment was not as messy as he had made it out to be, though you could see signs of vacancy. It was very much what you would expect from someone like Ben. There were a few simple decorations on the wall and some sheet music scattered on the coffee table, but that was pretty much it.

“What have you been rehearsing for?” You asked, perching on the end of his couch as he put some dishes in the sink.

“I have a role in a musical we’re trying to get to Broadway,” he said, going over to a bookshelf stuffed with movies and beginning his search for the correct DVD.

“Found it!” Ben exclaimed, sliding the disc into the DVD player and turning on the TV. He grabbed a remote and then settled onto the couch next to you.

“Are you cold? Do you need a blanket or anything?” He asked as the opening scene began.

“I’ll be fine Ben,” you reassured him. Finally as the movie really started he seemed to relax.

Ben was right, the movie was very good. Anna was fantastic and so was Ben. As you watched you realized you recognized some of the other actors from pictures Anna had posted on Instagram. By the end of the movie, you were leaning against Ben’s shoulder quite comfortably.

“I should get going,” you said quietly, breaking the silence that had fallen after Ben turned off the TV.

“Can I walk you home?” he asked. Your first instinct was to say no. Logically it wouldn’t make sense for Ben to walk to your apartment and back again. You also usually had no problem walking around after dark when you had Moxie with you. Something about a big Staffordshire Bull terrier kept most strangers away enough that you could walk your dog without being bothered. Without her, you were a little less confident. You decided to be honest with Ben.

“Usually I’d say no if I had Moxie with me, but since I don’t I would very much appreciate it if you could,” you said. Ben’s face erupted in a smile.

Your walk home was rather quiet, both of you taking in the sounds of the city. You noticed Ben walked on your left side, between you and the street. His right hand seemed to hang awkwardly between you and you had a strange urge to reach out and grab it, though you were worried you’d frighten the poor boy. When you finally reached the steps to your apartment, you stood in tense silence.

“Thanks for a great night,” you said.

“My great night started when I met Moxie at the park,” he laughed. You chewed your bottom lip for a minute, then grabbed Ben’s hand with your own and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Without another word, you left him standing on the steps and entered your apartment building.

When you entered your apartment, Moxie was sitting patiently by the door. You grabbed her leash and immediately brought her outside to use the bathroom, apologizing to her the whole way about how late you were.

“He was amazing though, MoMo. Every word out of his mouth was kind and genuine. I’ve never met anyone like him.” As you processed the night, you found yourself unable to stop smiling, even as you laid in your bed, falling asleep with Moxie curled up at your feet.

When you woke up you had exactly seven text messages. Six of them were from Anna, asking how the date went, but the last one was from Ben.

From: Unknown

Hi this is Ben Platt from last night. Anna gave me your number I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to say I had a really great time and would love to meet up with you again today. Maybe lunch? I know a really great place and you could bring Moxie :)

You smiled at the thought of seeing Ben again, and quickly typed up a reply telling him that yes, you and Moxie would love to join him for lunch today. The next course of action was to get up and make breakfast for yourself and Moxie. Kibble for her, cereal for you. You then took her on her morning walk, telling her all about your plans for the day. When you got back to your apartment, you finally called Anna.

She bombarded you with questions and you answered them like a champ. Yes he was lovely, yes he was cute, yes you were going out with him again, no you didn’t make out with him, no you’re not dating. When her questions were satisfied, you realized you had been on the phone with her for a couple of hours and lunchtime was drawing nearer. You picked out a cute outfit for yourself, jeans and a bright t-shirt. You also chose a matching collar for Moxie, switching out her dirty everyday collar. Finally you were out the door, walking down the street towards the restaurant Ben had chosen.

It was a small cafe with a few tables outside. Ben already occupied one of them, his fingers tapping anxiously on the metal as he waited. When he saw you, he stood up. Moxie’s ears perked up towards him and she glanced up at you with a classic Moxie smile, as if she was telling you she remembered him from yesterday. Like at the pizzeria, Ben pulled out your chair for you.

“I already have them bringing water for us and Moxie,” he said proudly. Moxie settled at your feet, her eyes watching the street behind you. You bent down and scratched between her ears absentmindedly.

“So what do you do? We talked about my show yesterday but I never got to hear what you do,” he prompted.

“For now, I work in a pet store. It’s retail mostly but I get to do some dog training every now and then, and MoMo gets to come to work with me,” you shrugged.

“And after that?”

“I want to travel. I want to buy a van and travel the world with Moxie,” you said honestly.

“What’s stopping you?” He asked.

“Money. I’m paying rent and insurance and a phone bill, as well as buying groceries for myself and my dog. I’m working as much as I can but I’m going to have to be in New York for a while before I can save up enough to buy a van. But then I’ll have to pay car insurance and gas, so I’ll need to save up even more. The future is looking grim,” you said with a smile.

“I believe in you,” Ben said, and you could tell he meant it. The rest of your lunch was spent getting to know each other even better.

“Are you doing anything this afternoon?” he asked as he signed the check.

“I was just going to go home, why?” you saw Ben’s eyes light up.

“Would you like to come to the theater with me? You can meet the cast, and Moxie can come too!” He said excitedly.

“Woah, this is only the second date and you’re already bringing me home to meet your family?” you teased. Ben seemed to take you seriously, shuffling his foot on the sidewalk.

“Actually, you’re right it was dumb of me to ask I’m sorry,” his eyes were glued to the ground.

“We’d love to come meet the cast,” you smiled. Ben’s grin light up his whole face and he didn’t stop talking the whole walk to the theater.

After that afternoon, you were tangled in the life of Ben Platt. Every day after you and Moxie closed the shop you would take the half hour walk to the theater, picking up dinner somewhere along the way and sometimes stopping at the dog park. You would arrive sometime during act one, and be waiting for Ben when he came offstage during intermission. You would spend the whole evening in his dressing room, and he even kept a drawer of your clothes there so you could change after work. When the show was over, you and Ben would walk back to your apartment, and then he would walk home. It was a comfortable friendship, he loved Moxie and you genuinely cared about each other. Sometimes you would get into really deep topics on your walk home that would end with a hug on your doorstep, but never anything more. Anna always asked when you would hook up with him, but your answer was always no.

The night Ben found out Dear Evan Hansen was going to Broadway was the first night he stayed at your apartment. You had insisted he come over to have some drinks and celebrate. The two of you split a bottle of champagne, though you drank more than he did.

“How did you meet Moxie?” Ben asked, draining the last of his glass from his spot on the couch. You both had your feet up on the coffee table, with Moxie snuggled between you.

“I went through a really bad breakup and couldn’t stand being alone. I had been volunteering at the local animal shelter and fell in love with her immediately. I gave her a second chance and she gave me a second look on life. Two months later we moved to New York and haven’t looked back since,” you said, slowly stroking her fur.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, but I’m glad you found each other,” Ben said.

“Me too,” you said, quietly reflecting on the past few years. As you were thinking, you found a large yawn escaping from your mouth.

“Are you ready for bed?” Ben chuckled. You nodded sleepily, standing up. Ben stood up with you, shoving his hands in his pockets. Moxie, waking up from the movement, immediately disappeared into your bedroom to settle at the end of your bed. Ben rocked back on his heels.

“I should get going then,” he said hesitantly.

“No, you’re drunk,” you stated firmly. Ben laughed for a brief moment.

“No, you’re drunk,” he quipped.

“Don’t go,” you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers and looking at him with round eyes. You watched as uncertainty crossed his face, then it softened.

“Ok, where can I get a blanket for the couch?” You shook your head.

“Why would you sleep on the couch when there’s a perfectly good bed right here?” you asked, pointing with your other hand to your bedroom. You didn’t give Ben a chance to reply, instead just pulling him into your room. He stood by your dresser, unsure of how to proceed, until you were pulling the covers back and patting a space for him on the other side of Moxie. He turned off the light and then found his way into bed.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” He asked into the stagnant air above you. You reached out and found his hand, holding it again.

“I feel sad when I’m drunk but I feel happy when I’m with you,” you mumbled, eyes closed. You felt Ben shift, before a pair of lips was pressed quickly into your forehead.

“I’m always here for you, drunk or not,” he said. You settled deeper into the mattress and fell asleep still holding his hand.

When you woke up, you were curled into Ben’s side with an arm draped across his abdomen. He was still asleep, breathing slow and evenly. Moxie was curled up on the floor, and you were definitely not wearing pants.

You sat up slowly, trying not to wake up Ben, but you were unsuccessful.

“Where are you going?” he asked, sleep still in his voice.

“Where are my pants?” you responded to his question with a question of your own, nervous of the answer. Ben just chuckled to himself.

“At some point you woke up and decided your pants were too uncomfortable to sleep in. I asked if you wanted to put something more comfortable on but you just took your pants off and went back to sleep. Nothing else happened,” he reassured you. You rolled your eyes at your drunk self.

“That’s why I don’t drink too often. Nobody can handle me when I’m drunk,” you joked.

“I didn’t have too tough of a time,” Ben said.

“I forced you to sleep in my bed with me. You could have said no, you know.”

“What if I didn’t mind?” Ben posed his response as a question. Luckily, your uncertainty of how to respond was broken by Moxie jumping on your bed. Her whole body was wiggling and she kept licking your face in excitement.

“Ok, ok, I’ll get breakfast ready. I just have to put pants on,” you told her, sliding out of bed. You threw on a pair of shorts, then headed out into the kitchen. As you opened the cabinet to get Moxie’s breakfast out, Ben joined you in the kitchen and immediately started pulling things out of your fridge and cabinets.

“What are you doing?” you questioned as you put Moxie’s bowl down for her.

“Making breakfast,” he said nonchalantly.

“Can I help?” you asked, watching your dog lick her bowl clean.

“Nope, go take Moxie for her walk, I’ll have breakfast ready when you’re back,” Ben said proudly. You shrugged, attaching Moxie to her leash and taking her outside.

When you got back, Ben had set the table and put out fruit, eggs, and toast.

“You are an angel,” you said, hanging up Moxie’s leash and sitting down while Ben poured juice into a cup for you. He then sat down across the table from you, pushing a bowl of strawberries and blueberries towards you.

“So, um, I’m flying out to LA today,” Ben said, his eyes trained on you to gauge your reaction.

“That’s cool, what are you doing?” you asked, still piling food onto your plate.

“Just having a meeting about a TV thing, I’m only going to be gone for two days.”

“That’s awesome!” you grinned. Ben seemed less happy.

“Can you come with me?” he asked. Your fork stopped halfway between your plate and your mouth.

“I would if I could but I can’t afford to leave Moxie for two days,” You said. Ben looked crestfallen.

“I’ll still be here when you get back though, I’m not going anywhere,” you attempted to cheer him up, and it seemed to work.

“We are so hanging out when I get back,” he said, and you thoroughly agreed.

Two days without Ben was a lot harder than you thought it would be. You called Anna instead of going to the theater, though all she did was tease you about liking Ben (an accusation you denied).

On the day Ben was supposed to come home, Moxie was passed out on the floor of the store due to the longer walks you had been taking to fill up the time you would normally be spending with Ben. As you were cleaning the glass of the fish tanks at the back of the store, you heard the jingle of the bell above the front door.

“Hi may I help you?” Your boss, Ryan, asked.

“I’m just browsing,” you heard a voice say. It sounded like Ben’s but that would be impossible, considering his flight wasn’t even landing until you were out of work.

“Excuse me, do you know if that dog in the front is for sale?” You heard from behind you. You spun on your heel in anger, but instead threw yourself in a hug at the person who had caught your attention.

“I thought you weren’t landing until later,” you said into Ben’s shoulder.

“I was able to catch an earlier flight and I decided to surprise you,” he said happily.

You were speechless.

“Can you come over to my place for dinner after?”

“Of course, I get off at six,” you said, barely able to contain your happiness. Ben squeezed you a little bit tighter before letting go. You resumed cleaning the fish tanks, hearing Ben and Ryan talking quietly for a moment before the bell above the door rang again and Ben was gone.

“So that’s your boyfriend?” Ryan wandered into the back, an eyebrow raised and his dog at his ankles.

“He’s not my boyfriend, just my friend,” you clarified.

“Seems like you were really happy to see him,” he observed.

“He’s been gone for a few days and I wasn’t expecting him,” you defended.

“Did you greet your friends from school like that when you didn’t see them over the weekend?” you gave Ryan a strong side eye.

“This is different.”

Ryan ‘Hmmm’-ed his uncertainty, but left you alone for the rest of your shift. When you finally clocked out, you found yourself walking quickly towards Ben’s apartment. You bolted up the steps as fast as you could, finally giving a few quick taps of your knuckles on his door before letting yourself in. The apartment was dark, but the dining table was illuminated by four large candles and you could see your favorite dinner already laid out. Ben came out of his bedroom, two brown bags in his hand and some clothes draped over his arm.

“Hi,” he said happily, putting the bags down on the table and handing you the clothes. You noticed he was in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“I hope you don’t mind wearing my clothes but I figured you would rather wear my clothes than your work clothes,” he said. How this boy knew you so well was lost to you. You unclipped Moxie’s leash, then went into the bathroom to change. Ben wasn’t much taller than you, so his clothes fit you relatively well. He had also given you a t-shirt and sweatpants to wear. When you emerged from the bathroom, Moxie was happily eating from a food dish.

“I realized I didn’t have dinner for her so I asked your boss what food she ate and bought some, along with some bowls. I also saw this when I was leaving the store and just had to buy it for her,” he said, handing you one of the brown bags. Inside was a leather collar with pink accents.

“It’s perfect,” you said, calling Moxie over to you and replacing her old collar with the new one.

“She’s beautiful,” Ben said with a smile, “I couldn’t just get something for her though, so I got something for you as well,” he handed you the other bag. Inside was a bottle of wine and looped around it, a necklace. The necklace had a pendant with mountains and trees, with the word ‘Wanderlust’ engraved on the back.

“Ben…” you managed to get out, taking apart the clasp and handing it to him wordlessly. Ben clipped it around your neck, gently moving your hair out of the way.

You turned around to face him, and brought a hand up to caress his cheek.

“I missed you,” you said honestly.

“I missed you, that’s why I made dinner,” he said cheerily. You both went back over to the table, Ben pulling your chair out for you before pouring the wine into glasses.

“This is amazing,” you told him during your meal.

“You’re amazing,” he said, making you blush.

“I mean it, you work so hard for almost no reward, yet you keep going. You deserve someone making you dinner every once in a while,” he said. You both stayed up much longer than you should have, finally washing the dishes in the early hours of the morning. You weren’t feeling tired though, just dancing around the kitchen with Ben, singing show tunes.

“Looks like MoMo put herself to bed,” you chuckled, seeing Moxie curled up at the end of Ben’s bed.

“Shall we go join her?” he asked, putting a hand on the small of your back and gently guiding you towards the bedroom. You found yourself easily in his bed, curled into his side like you were meant to be there.

You woke up with a start in the middle of the night, sitting up abruptly. Ben was laying on his stomach, but still stuck a hand out to gently rub your back.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Weird dream, gonna get water,” you said into the darkness. You stood up, stepping over where Moxie was sleeping. Hearing your footsteps, she awoke and followed you into the kitchen, settling on the couch next to you as you sat and sipped your water.

About a half an hour later, you finally made your way back to Ben’s bed. As soon as you were under the blankets, he immediately pulled you closer towards him.

“Missed you,” he mumbled. You chuckled slightly, resting your head on his shoulder and nodding off.

When you woke up again, it was light out. Specifically, it was 10:00 am and Ben was nowhere to be seen. You went out into the kitchen, noticing a mug of coffee and a note on the countertop.

(y/n)- Taking MoMo on a walk to get breakfast, enjoy the coffee I’ll be back soon

-B

You sipped the coffee graciously, sinking on the couch wrapped in a blanket. That’s how Ben found you when he came back, Moxie immediately bolting over to you.

“How was she?” you asked.

“She was so good! I don’t have much experience walking dogs but she didn’t give me any trouble,” Ben said happily, handing you a bagel.

“Did she pull on the leash? I’ve got her heel pretty good but she’s been having trouble generalizing the cue,” you explained.

“She didn’t pull at all,” Ben shrugged. You put your hands up in a silent victory, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

“So while I was out, I got a date for opening night on Broadway,” Ben said slyly.

“How long?”

“We preview November 14th and open December 4th, will you come to opening night?”

“Only if you’ll come dress shopping with me. We both have today off, right?” Ben’s grin matched the size of yours.

“Where would you like to go?”

“Everywhere.”

You did indeed go everywhere to look for a dress, but you couldn’t find one classy enough for a Broadway event that was in your price range.

“Please, (y/n),” Ben asked again for the thirteenth time.

“I can’t let you for moral reasons,” you answered.

“Let’s at least go try it on,” he bargained.

“I’ll try it on, fall in love, and then lose my house because I can’t pay rent,” you deadpanned.

“Please,” Ben begged one more time.

“Fine,” you said, giving in and letting him pull you into the store you had been standing in front of for the past five minutes.

“She’d like to try on the dress in the window,” Ben said immediately to one of the employees. The girl took you into a dressing room, then handed you the dress in your size. You put it on, and as you expected it fit like a glove.

“Let’s go show your boyfriend,” the employee said, noticing your delight. Before you could correct her, she had opened the curtain to let you walk up onto a platform surrounded by mirrors on one side. Ben was sitting on a couch, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“It’s perfect,” he said, watching you twirl in front of the mirror. You turned to face him, your eyes sad.

“It’s perfect, but I can’t afford it. Another time,” you said gently, going back into the dressing room and changing back into your clothes. You thanked the employee helping you then turned to leave, but Ben wasn’t on the couch anymore. Instead, he was at the front desk, taking his card back from the employee there.

“What are you doing?”

“Somebody had to buy you that dress, if it wasn’t going to be you it’s going to be me,” Ben stated.

“At least let me pay you back,” you pleaded as you left the shop, dress in hand.

“Ok, only when you can though, no rush,” he gave in.

In the end, you were grateful that you were able to wear such a beautiful dress on opening night. You left Ben in his dressing room, an usher bringing you out to your seat. Sitting next to you was a girl with dark hair, one you recognized from photos around Ben’s apartment.

“You must be (y/n),” she said as soon as you sat down, “I’m Beanie. Ben and I grew up together.” She extended her hand towards you.

“Hi,” you greeted her. You chatted with Beanie for a while before the show started, deciding that you liked her well enough. She told you a few funny stories about Ben as a kid, and you told her about the time you were spending with him.

To say the show was emotionally moving would be an understatement. You had heard most of the music from the dressing room in the past, but it was nothing like seeing the acting with it. By intermission there were tears streaming down your face, mostly out of pride for your friend. The second act didn’t leave you in any better of a state, and by the time Ben was taking his final bow of the night you were still a blubbering mess. You were able to gather yourself enough to bid goodbye to Beanie and go backstage where you met Ben in his dressing room. Ben’s eyes lit up when he saw you.

“So you liked it?” he asked. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Instead, you just hugged him tightly.

“So there’s an afterparty tonight. You’re coming with me, right?” You hesitated for a moment, thinking about your responsibilities with Moxie before remembering you had boarded her for the night.

“Of course,” you said with a pleasant grin. Ben looked relieved, as if he had expected you to say no. He grabbed your hand, pulling you into the group of his cast members as they all headed out to the venue.

As soon as you made it through the door, Ben pulled you towards the bar.

“We’re doing celebratory shots. What’s your drink of choice?” he asked.

“Tequila,” you grinned. The bartender brought you both your shots, and you and Ben clinked your glasses before downing the alcohol. Right after, Ben was immediately pulled in a thousand congratulations. As he got dragged away into different conversations, he looked worriedly back at you.

“I’ll be here, go have fun,” you mouthed with a smile. Ben gave you a giant grin and a thumbs up in return.

You ended up in conversation with Rachel Bay, with her sitting at the bar next to you.

“So?” She raised her eyebrows at you as your conversation about your job subsided.

“So what?” you asked, sipping down the last of the drink you had ordered.

“Have you told Ben you like him yet?” She asked.

“What are you talking about?” you tried to brush her comment off.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him. You’ve known him long enough, it’s ok to admit it to him and yourself,” she said.

“We met on a date though, wouldn’t that insinuate that we have romantic feelings for each other?” You asked.

“With that boy? He’s too sweet for his own good. If he has the slightest doubt he would lose your friendship by telling you how he felt he will keep it to himself.”

“I don’t know, I think I’m scared of the same things. I don’t even know if I like him that way,” you said.

“You’ll figure it out honey, just don’t push him away in unintentional denial, ok?” Rachel said, patting your knee as she stood up.

“I promise,” you said with a smile. Alone again, you scanned the crowd for Ben. You finally found him sitting in a booth, his arm around Beanie. Seeing him sit so close to her sent a pang to your stomach that you knew wasn’t from the alcohol. The jealousy confused you. He wasn’t your boyfriend, you shouldn’t feel jealous that he’s talking to another girl. In order to distract yourself, you ordered another shot from the bartender.

You downed a few more shots before a song came on that you couldn’t resist dancing to. Your hands were in the air and your hips were moving as you made your way to the middle of the dance floor.

“It’s the freaking weekend baby I’m about to have me some fun,” you yelled along with the music. Some of Ben’s costars came to dance with you, swaying their hips with you. As Laura spun you around, you forgot about Ben. The alcohol allowed you forget him until the song finished and you went back to the bar to get another drink. Ben was sitting in the chair that you had occupied for most of the night, facing you with a smile. You leaned up on the counter next to him, and raised your hand for the bartender.

“No you don’t,” Ben slurred slightly, slipping an arm around your waist and gently tugging you closer to him.

“Why not?” You pouted.

“It’s almost time to go home,” he said, nodding to the clock that showed it was almost 2 in the morning.

“You’re going home with Beanie though,” you responded quietly. Ben laughed his loud, contagious laugh.

“No I’m not, silly,” he said.

“You are! I saw you with your arm around her. You’re in love with her.” You told him.

“I love Beanie, but I’m not in love with her. And I’m not going home with her because I’m going home with you,” he said. You closed your eyes with a smile and leaned into his side.

“What are you waiting for then?” you asked, eyes still closed.

“You,” he laughed, standing up. He took his arm out from around you and intertwined your fingers with his instead. As you left the bar and started walking back to Ben’s apartment, you realized that Ben was almost as intoxicated as you were. The two of you laughed your way down the sidewalk, making jokes and puns about almost everything you passed. When you finally got back to Ben’s apartment, you were definitely ready for bed.

You stood in the kitchen sipping a glass of water while Ben changed into his pajamas. He padded back into the kitchen in bare feet, wrapping his arms around you in a hug from behind.

“I left you some clothes out if you want,” he said quietly. You nodded, but made no indication that you were about to move. After a few minutes of Ben just holding you in silence, you finally went into his bedroom to take off your dress. You managed to get the t-shirt Ben had left out for you on, but decided you didn’t want any other clothes. You opened the bedroom door for Ben, then climbed into bed.

“Not gonna put these on?” Ben asked, putting the sweatpants onto the dresser.

“Nope,” you answered. Ben chuckled to himself.

“Tequila makes her clothes fall off,” he half-sang to you. You laughed along with him. Ben finally turned off the lights and joined you under the covers, his body instantly warming your cold skin.

“How many drinks did you end up having?” he asked, adjusting his position.

“Six shots, two drinks,” you answered, having kept a careful count.

“Jeez (y/n), no wonder you’re drunk,” he said.

“I’m drunk because I was jealous,” you said before you could stop yourself.

“Jealous of what?” Ben asked calmly.

“Just jealous,” you said. You turned away from Ben, indicating the conversation was over. You felt Ben scoot closer to you, molding his body to fit next to yours and draping an arm over your side.

“I’m sorry that you feel jealous, but I promise that you don’t have to,” Ben said quietly into your shoulder. You would have answered, but you found yourself falling asleep in the comfort of his arms.

In the next few weeks, you found yourself spending more time at Ben’s apartment than your own. You justified it by saying his apartment was closer to the dog park and your work, but every day after Ben’s show ended Rachel would ask if you were going back to Ben’s apartment with a knowing smile.

One evening, you were cooking dinner for yourself and Ben, aggressively dancing and acting out different show tunes in his kitchen. Moxie eyed you from her favorite spot by the window, probably thinking you and Ben were weirdo humans. Ben had a couple of days off from the show, and was on vocal rest during that time so you were doing all of the singing. After dancing around to ‘America’ from West Side Story and doing different voices for each person, you were standing in your final pose, breathing heavily, with a giant smile plastered across your face. Ben looked at you with a sparkle in his eye, then scribbled something on the small white board he had been using to communicate with you.

Move in with me.

You immediately noticed that it wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Your eyes flickered up to meet Ben’s again before nodding vigorously.

“Sure,” you breathed. Ben launched himself at you in a hug, making you laugh.

“I’m only agreeing because my lease is up next month and you already made the pet deposit so that I wouldn’t get in trouble for bringing MoMo here,” you teased. Ben nodded enthusiastically, scribbling a whole bunch of logistics about helping you move onto his white board.

When moving day arrived all of those logistics came into play, including the entire cast helping move boxes from your old apartment into the one you now shared with Ben. Your routine felt easier getting to live with him for real, having your whole wardrobe to pick from in the morning and being able to cook together. Ben wasn’t the best chef, but he also wasn’t terrible and he really tried to not let you do all of the cooking. Personally, you loved getting to go grocery shopping with him. You would push the cart down the aisles, telling him which things off of your list to grab. You were convinced that one day you would be kicked out of the grocery store because of all of the antics the two of you engaged in while shopping, but that day was yet to come. One day, while you were deciding which bagels to get for breakfast, Ben got a notification on his phone. You noticed him go silent and when you glanced up at him you saw the furrow growing between his eyebrows.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, grabbing the blueberry bagels you knew were Ben’s favorite.

“They want me to go back to LA,” he said, nose still in his phone.

“For how long?”

“At least a week, maybe more,” he said, and you felt your heart drop. After moving in with Ben you felt like your relationship was going somewhere and you were coming to terms with how you felt about him but he didn’t know yet. If he went to LA for a long period of time he may meet a pretty California girl and leave you alone in New York.

“(y/n)?” Ben called you out of your spiral.

“Huh?” “I said they want me to do some interviews about Dear Evan Hansen,” Ben repeated. You tried your best to be happy for him.

“That’s fantastic. You’re going, right?” you asked. He seemed to hesitate.

“You really wouldn’t be able to come this time, would you?” he asked. You shook your head sadly.

“I can’t leave Moxie for that long. I can’t leave work for that long. I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“I don’t want to leave you for that long,” Ben said. Your heart skipped a beat in the dairy aisle.

“Benjamin Platt this is an incredible opportunity,” you snapped, “you should go, I’ll be ok.”

Ben asked you if you were alright with him going to LA every day leading up to his departure. Even as you were in a cab to the airport, he asked again.

“Yes Ben,” you laughed it off, “I’m going to do what I did last time and work a whole bunch. I can maybe take a day off when you get back and we can do something special.” Your words seemed to reassure Ben, because he didn’t ask about it again all the way to the airport.

At the airport, Ben checked his bag and got his ticket. Then came the part you were dreading, the part where you had to say goodbye. Ben looked you up and down, a soft smile coming to his face.

“Give Moxie some extra treats while I’m gone, since I won’t be home to sneak her any when you’re not looking,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“I thought I had been going through treats extra quickly,” you chuckled, “don’t get corrupted by show biz while you’re out in California,” you teased. Ben laughed, “I’d prefer New York to California any day.” He stepped towards you and pulled you into a hug. You held him tightly. When you pulled apart the thought of him kissing you crossed your mind for a moment, but you hesitated just long enough for the tension in the air to form.

“I should get to work, have a safe flight,” you said, resting your hand on his cheek before turning away.

You started walking away.

You felt a single tear slip down your cheek.

And then, through the bustle of the airport, you heard him call your name.

“(y/n)!” you turned around, and Ben’s lips were on yours in an instant.

Kissing Ben was everything you could have wanted it to be. He was gentle, but the passion he felt was evident. The kiss was so mesmerizing that you almost forgot you were standing in the middle of JFK.

As soon as you broke apart for air, Ben started rambling.

“I couldn’t let you leave without doing that, I’m sorry, I should have asked if it was ok first, you probably don’t even like me like that and now I’ve made you late for work, I’m so-“ you cut Ben’s off with a sweet kiss.

“There, now we’re even,” you said smugly. Ben’s eyebrows were still raised in shock.

“Now I really don’t want to leave,” he said. You laughed, pushing his shoulder gently.

“Go,” you said, “I’ll be here when you get back.” This time Ben listened and you watched him walk away. When he got into the security line, he turned and blew you a kiss. You caught it and stuck it in your pocket before turning to go back outside. This time, you walked away with a smile instead of tears.

Going to bed without Ben was not something you expected to be your biggest problem while Ben was away. Your shared apartment seemed to grow bigger and emptier without Ben’s offhand singing and laughing and smiling and goodness gracious you missed him so much. Even with Moxie laying in bed with you, happily taking up the space your body usually did as you slept on Ben’s side, you had a very hard time falling asleep. At 11:30pm, you had almost given up when you got a text from Ben.

From: Ben

Made it to my hotel!

You were about to reply when you got another text from Ben. This time, it was a video of him standing in his hotel room. You played it, turning the volume up. In the video, he was singing ‘Maria’ from West Side Story, but he had replaced Maria with your name. Watching him sing so beautifully and strongly made your heart soar. Your favorite part of the whole thing was when he sang the lyric “I’ve just kissed a girl named (y/n)”. From that point on, he had an infectious grin that spread onto your face. At the end of the song, Ben leaned really close to the camera and said really quickly, “I’m trying to beat the jet lag and all I can think about is getting to kiss you again when I get home. Miss you, can’t wait to see you, goodnight!”

You had no words to respond to the beautiful gift of a video that Ben had just sent, but you eventually settled on a few texts.

To: Ben

You are amazing

To: Ben

I don’t deserve you

To: Ben

Get home soon so I can kiss you

Ben sent back a couple of heart eyes emojis, but you didn’t see them until you got up to feed Moxie in the morning, having fallen asleep with your phone in your hand.

Like you told Ben, you worked the whole time he was gone, open to close. Ryan expressed his concern for you over working yourself, but you assured him that you would take a day off when Ben came home. You called Ben most nights after your walk with Moxie, and you found it adorable when Ben would talk to Moxie over the call causing her ears to perk up and her head to tilt at the sound of his voice.

Finally, the day that Ben was coming home was upon you. You made a big sign, with just the three letters of his name on it. While you were painting, Moxie came over to investigate and ended up decorating the sign with her paw prints. After you washed her feet, you gave her a peanut butter filled bone and went outside to hail a cab.

You anxiously waited at the terminal for Ben, the sign feeling heavier and heavier with every passing minute. Part of you was nervous about if Ben still wanted to be with you. While he was gone you hadn’t really talked about the kiss you had shared, and you were fearful that something had changed in the week and a half that he was gone. Part of you knew it was a dumb worry, but it was a worry all the same.

All the worry faded away as soon as you saw him. As his eyes met yours, a grin engulfed his whole face. It seemed like it took him ages to close the gap between you but in reality it was probably only two minutes.

As soon as he got to you, his arms were around you.

“I missed you so much,” he said into your shoulder.

“I missed you so much,” you replied. Ben pulled back so that he could look at your face, though he kept his arms around you. He smiled even wider before peppering kisses all over your face. He then planted one on your lips, strong, sweet, passionate.

“Please be my girlfriend,” he practically begged when you broke apart.

“Only if you take me on a date to the Pizzeria for lunch,” you teased. Ben nodded eagerly.

“Can we please? I’m starving!”

You laughed, taking his hand as you walked towards the street, “Anna’s gonna give me the biggest ‘I told you so’ when she finds out.”

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DOTW 51 - Full. With the nursery scene, it would have ended up being waaaaay too long, but now you know what's coming

Eren's had spent a week in hospital, his omega then returning fully over the next two weeks. It was a roller coaster for both of them. Eren still struggling to control emotions. Some days and nights were better than others. Some days Eren couldn't even get out bed, thanks to being exhausted by his nightmares or the inability to get comfortable. Then some days, he couldn't get out of bed without being reduced into a panicking mess over the smallest of things. Like Levi closing a drawer too hard... he'd taken his bad shift out on the cutlery drawer, causing Eren to bolted into the bathroom. He'd stayed there for the better part of three hours before calming down enough to come back out. Then there were the sudden bouts of anger that seemed to well up from nothing at all... He'd bought eggs without thinking about it, eggs still seemingly taboo in the apartment. Eren had lost hit shit over it, throwing each and every single one of the dozen at him with angry screams. If it'd been anyone other than Eren, he would have been pissed. Handling the situation like a mature adult, he'd laughed. He couldn't help it. Eren had run out of curses after the forth egg, just defaulting to calling him a "constipated arsehole", before getting flustered at himself over it all. It'd been adorable. His boyfriend might be ridiculously tall, but he was, as Hanji would describe, an "anger muffin". Impossible to actually be mad at due to the fact he was completely adorable. At 22 weeks, his boyfriend was a force to be reckoned with. His affectionate side had come back, Levi enjoying every second of it. Eren would have dinner or breakfast ready, and a bath waiting for him. His omega seemed to be prefer baths to showers, and didn't want to bathe alone. It only dissolved into sex half the time... He couldn't keep his hands off his mates stomach, pathetically in love with the swell and the future it meant. He was acting completely foolish, almost unlike himself. His protective instincts were only growing stronger, each time he left work, he forced Eren to lock the door properly behind him. It was the only way he could make through his shifts. That and when Eren was awake, they'd message back and forth all day. His omega choosing to throw himself into working through the books Levi had ordered for him. His drive to learn so great, that Levi had been thinking about asking Eren if he'd like to enrol in some online classes, or at least find a way for his boyfriend to get his high school equivalency. With how determined Eren was, he was sure he could manage it, especially with only 18 weeks being left until the due date of their pup. It all seemed like it was approaching too fast. Like if he blinked, he'd miss it, and he didn't want to miss a single thing in both Eren's and their child's life. With things finally looking better, Levi was finally able to bring the nursery issue up with Eren. His boyfriend had plenty of ideas, which surprised him. He'd thought Eren spent his time alone at home napping, cleaning or working on his studies. He hadn't even considered the fact that Eren might sneak into the spare room to take measurements, and compile a basic list of what he wanted via screen shots. All of it was perfect... Almost too perfect... yet quite unlike him, he didn't find himself dwelling on all the "what ifs" of the situation. Labour was dangerous. It'd never been a safer time to be having children, yet 830 women died a day due to pregnancy and complications. Males at an even higher risk as their bodies didn't stretch the way a female did. He knew if the fluid situation didn't happen to level out, that Eren would most likely require a c-section, and he knew Eren would automatically blame himself for it all. Finally getting two days off in a row, Levi had hit cloud nine. He'd spent the morning having lazy sex and snuggles with Eren. Their bed a complete mess by the time the two of the had crawled out of it. This had been followed by a quick hard fuck with Eren bent over the bathroom counter. Then had come showering with, and carefully cleaning out his blissed out omega. Eren coming with a whimper as he did. He'd wanted nothing more than to curl up with Eren on the sofa, and binge on a bunch of bad movies, but they were going shopping for nursery and baby things. His "suppressed" alpha constantly reminding him of the fact, as it wanted to show how good it was at providing for their child. There was also the fact that Eren wanted his hair cut, after trying to cut it himself in the bathroom, and the fact that nearly nothing of the omega's fitted over his swollen stomach anymore. Personally, Levi didn't give two shits if Eren wanted to walk around shirt free, or just in his bra. His lover's body was beautiful, and his developing breasts were perfect for holding onto when he mounted him from behind. He was lucky Eren felt the same way. He'd succeeded in making Eren come in his pants, by toying with his nipples while making out on the sofa. Eren's white dress was the only thing that properly covered his bump. Coupled with a pair of yoga pants and one of Levi's hoodies, his omega really didn't want to wear shoes. There was no way he was letting his boyfriend walk around bared foot getting all sorts of nasty germs all over them. His firm attitude led to Eren crying, but allowing Levi to put shoes on him... while leaving Levi feeling like a bit of an arse. Eren had enough problems as it was. His depression wasn't something magically cured by the return of his omega, it'd just helped to take the edge off. They still had plenty to talk about. For instance, the fact Eren thought himself a murderer, but that was barely remembered once they'd started being physical again. Heading to the closest shopping centre, Eren clung to him adorably... even if it was from anxiety. With his heartburn making breakfast nearly impossible, Levi was determined to do as much as he could for Eren. He'd gotten him to drink some milk, so his stomach wasn't completely empty. Not that it counted as breakfast in his eyes. He'd just have to trust that Eren would let him know when he was hungry. Walking into the department store, Levi snagged a trolley "Now. Anything you like, anything at all, you can get" "Mmm... I know. I, uh... talked to Marco and Hanji a little" "You've been talking to Marco?" "I thought I told you that Hanji brought him to see me. He apologised for being a bad friend... he came and saw me again, without Hanji and we talked a little... it's not like how it used to be, but he's... yeah. It's better" Levi wasn't sure if he liked Eren hanging around Marco again. Not when Jean was such a fucking arsehole. Jean getting into Eren's head, would be... no. Marco had to prove himself to Eren first, then maybe he would be allowed to visit... sans Jean. He might just tear that fucker's throat out if he had the chance "Ok. As long as you're ok with it, then I'll... be ok with it" "Don't worry. I'm not rushing to have them over. Don't give me that look. Your expression said it all" "I might just kill Jean if I see him" Eren swayed, before shaking his head. Fuck. He should have picked his words better. Taking a deep breath, Eren brought himself back under control "You can't do that. Marco's pregnant again" "Again? Haven't they heard of condoms?" "He smelt like it" "How old's Mina now?" "Uh... I think she was born in... November? No. We went on holiday in November. I can't remember, but like 10ish months? It's halfway through September... She looks so much like Marco" "Lucky girl. I wouldn't curse my worst enemy with Jean's looks" Eren giggled "That's harsh. I want our pup to look like you" "I know... but I've seen your baby photos, and I've seen you grow. I would be the luckiest alpha in the world if our pup looked like you" Eren blushed "Aren't you already the luckiest alpha in the world? My throbbing arse says you are" Eren's comment went straight to his dick. It was hard to believe he could still get hard enough how many times he and Eren had indulged in each other's bodies. Clearing his throat, his voice was slightly husky as he replied "Listen here, brat. If you keep that up, the nursery is never going to be done" 22 weeks may be too soon to start preparing the nursery, but it had now been months since he'd suggested it. He wanted to give Eren the chance to change his mind if he wanted, and wanted to give them enough time that they wouldn't be rushing to put everything together. What he'd read online said it was common for omega's to even nest in there when close to their due date. This was their first child. He didn't want to fuck up. That's why he'd chosen to go shopping before cleaning out the room. They could spent today and tomorrow making sure every purchase was just right "I'm just saying..." "And I'm just saying that I love you" "You love me enough to ruin my arse?" "And your breasts, and your mouth..." Eren playfully punched him on the shoulder "It's not my fault everything you do feels... good" "I know this pregnancy hasn't been easy, but... you've really opened up over being intimate" "I still can't... on my own. But with you, I want it. Only with you" "Does it bother you when I touch myself?" Eren's blush deepened "It... it's hot" He hadn't been aiming for a reply, but Eren's mumble was cute "I'm just teasing you" "You're an arsehole, old man" "Yeah. Anyway, baby shopping?" "Shopping for our pup. Not quite baby shopping. I think one is going to be hard enough" "Alright, brat. Point taken" "Good. If you behave, I might be persuaded to give you a treat" "I don't know if I can behave" "Then no treat for you. Come on, I want to get all the soft stuff first. I want to make sure it's all washed and sorted" Eren bopped him on the nose with the tip of his pointer finger. His warm scent rolling over Levi like the fresh rains of a storm, barely a note of anxiety to it. He was so fucking proud of him, even if he was a little shit. Walking a few steps ahead, Eren didn't realise Levi was still rooted to the spot, momentarily stripped of basic functions as rush of love filled his gut with warmth. Why the fuck hadn't he just proposed? Eren knew exactly what he wanted, that was one of the joys of actually going shopping with him. Though pregnant, he wanted to just get in, get everything they'd settled on, and get out... Then they hit the baby clothes. Getting Eren more maternity clothes had been easy. Soft and comfortable yoga pants and stretch belted jeans, couples with a few long sleeved shirts and bras that converted to nursing bras. Baby clothes sent his omega into while different kind of panic. Eren had picked up a soft fleece onesie and broken down. He wasn't crying, but his scent was definitely troubled and everything he picked up, he placed back "Eren, what's wrong?" Placing his hand on his stomach, Eren turned to him. His bright eyes filled with pain "Do you think I deserve to keep this baby?" "What do you mean?" "I... I don't know if I deserve this baby anymore... Levi... what do I do?" "You tell me what's going on, and we figure this out together" "I... my dad... he did something... It was horrible, Levi" Reaching out, Levi took Eren by the arm, gently pulling him close "You're not your father" "He... he took babies from omegas. How many omega's lost their pups because of him... 10 years... hundreds of omegas, Levi. And then he just dies. He dies. He... How do I live with that?" Hushing Eren softly, Levi nuzzled his neck "You live by loving our pup with everything you have" "Why? Why should I get to keep my pup, when they didn't?" "Because you weren't the one to take their pups away. That sin. That sin is a stain on your father, not you" "The sins of the father are inherited by the son" "That's a load of shit. I don't even know my fucking father and I, sure as hell, am not going to start cleaning up his shit. You're not him" "But Levi..." "No. This pup. This pup is ours. You're allowed to want this and to be happy. What he's done, it's not ok. And I will tell you as many times as you need, you will be an amazing mother. You're allowed to be happy and to love this pup" "I feel so guilty. Looking at all this. It's like... they never got to do this with their babies" "That's because the world is shit. They treat omega's like shit and walk all over them to make themselves feel better. It's not fair. To them or to you. I love you, and when you're ready to tell me more, I will listen" Grisha could go choke on a bag of dicks... or maybe a sack of balls, seeing he obviously didn't have a set. What kind of fucked up shit had the man done? And why the fuck... No. he just had no words for him "I don't want to remember, but how do I forget?" "I don't know. I love you, ok?" "I love you too, Levi. I... think maybe we... I don't know..." "We can go home, if you want? Or we can get a few more things. Or we can get the furniture? Whatever you want to do" "Can we do furniture? This is just..." "You don't have to explain. I understand" "I really... I don't even know what I'm saying now" "You're saying how much you love me, and how we're going to order way too much food when we get home. You're going to take a bath, and..." "How do you do that?" "Do what?" "Love me, so easily. No matter what I say" "It's your arse. I... love your arse. I was born gay, just to be with your arse. I'm not giving that arse up to anyone" Eren sighed at him, nuzzling and kissing his hair as Eren's hand found his "Why am I bonded to you?" "Because you love me" "Oh... I forgot about that" "Shitty brat. Eren, thank you. For trusting me enough to tell me" "It seems like I'm pretty much stuck with you, not matter what I do" "You're only just working that out?" "I didn't go to school, remember?" "As long as it's not my fault that it's taken this long to realise that" "No... No. You... You're my strength, Lee. Coming home to you, that's the only thing that kept me going. I love you" "I love you, and I think this is getting too mushy for a shopping trip" "You're probably right. I never really realised how small baby clothes actually are" "It'd be a bit weird if you just gave birth to a full grown adult" "Don't go giving him ideas... I'm already scared about the labour" "You'll be fine. I'll be with you" "Yeah... as long as he doesn't get ideas about coming too soon" "Don't go jinxing it" "I'm not. You're the one giving him ideas" "I can't help it. I never thought I'd be a father. I never even thought I'd find a mate, or have a family. This is all your fault" "My fault? I'm pretty sure you said you were born gay to be with my arse" "It doesn't sound romantic when you say it" "It's not romantic at all. At least, not to anyone butt me" "Did you just...?" "Maybe. What are you going to do about it?" "Just you wait until we get home. I'll be happy to show you just how much I love that arse of yours" "Fuck. I'm slick as it is..." "All the more reason we should grab what we planned and get home. You've turned me into a horny old man, who can barely keep it in my pants" Eren paused as he moved to step towards the shopping trolley "Do you... do you really find me that attractive? I... kind of just... feel fat" "I found you beautiful before you even fell pregnant, and I can honestly say I find you just as beautiful now" "Even though I look like this?" "There is nothing wrong with the way you look. And if anyone dares say otherwise, I will bash the ever living shit out of them" "Really?" "I promise" "Then I suppose we should get you home" * Their playful banter had helped distract Eren from his guilt. His omega had perked up when they'd moved towards furniture, only to deflate again until Levi started teasing him again. He'd never thought Eren would be subjected to the harsh reality of those who used and abused omegas. Not after Zeke's death. Knowing the cause of Eren's depression made things much more understandable, while the strength of Eren's trust in him was a little terrifying. With his omega rejecting the pup, and his guilt over carrying, the fact Eren hadn't done something extreme like aborting it, only served to weigh heavily on his mind. Eren kept going through the pregnancy because he knew how much he wanted it. That was all Levi could put it down to. His omega who'd so desperately wanted this child, hadn't thought to get rid of it, because he didn't want to hurt him. Sure, now that his omega had evened out, his moods had improved, but it must have been fucking hard for Eren to keep that inside. He'd probably only confided in Krista... They were lucky to have found such an understanding therapist, and one that Eren could vent to. Returning home from shopping, they headed up to the apartment. The larger items of furniture were being delivered the following day, while the car seat and the majority of the bedding was still in the car. Eren having slowly run out of steam and needing a nap. Lunch leaving his lover seemingly more exhausted than before they'd started eating. Letting Eren in first, his omega made to the sofa before sinking down onto it, automatically going to curl up on it, only to stop before his shoes touched the cushions. Waving his arm at him, Eren groaned "I'm coming" "My feet are too far away. This wouldn't have happened if you'd let me get away with no shoes" "No. You'd be taking a shower if you weren't wearing shoes" "So mean. I don't think you understand fat and swollen feet at all" "Your feet aren't fat" "They feel fat. I feel fat" Draping his waving arm over his face, Eren sighed dramatically "I'm beached" "Hi, beached..." He didn't even get to finish his sentence before Eren was throwing a cushion at him "Please, Levi. Just... help" Closing the apartment door, Levi decided everything down in the car could wait. Placing the bags of Eren's clothes down by the sofa, he squatted down to free his omega of his shoes. Eren moaning the moment his feet were both free "Thank you... I have no idea how full term people walk around or wear high heels" "I honestly don't either. Do you want to nap here? Or in bed?" "Bed. I want cuddles" "Cuddles or sex?" "Cuddles during sex?" Laughing to himself, Levi moved to lift Eren from the sofa "Cuddles during sex?" "I don't know. Why am I so sleepy?" "Because you had a big day" "I don't feel like I did" "You did, and you did good. You told me when you reached your limit" "I feel like my limit isn't good enough" "Eren, trust me. You did good" "I trust you, but I'm still gonna disagree" "I bet if you told Krista, she'd agree" "We are literally about to fuck or snuggle. I don't wanna think about anyone else" Sitting Eren down, Levi helped him out his jacket and dress, then bra. Eren flopped back as if in defeat, lifting his arse to be free from his yoga pants "Eren, how would you feel about topping?" "Topping what? Like ice cream topping?" "Me" "Levi. My brain is like... already shut off... I'm sorry. I can't think" Stripping Eren down, Levi was far less careful when it came to his own clothes. Slick had soaked his boyfriend pad and underwear, leaving them almost sodden. Something that should have revolted, and once would have. Now it just had him itching to mount his mate. Propping himself up, Eren smiled at him "You're so fucking sexy" "Says the guy oozing slick" "Mmm, but that's your fault. And I notice you left my bra on. Do you love my breasts that much?" "You have no idea what I want to do to them" "Oh, is that right? Maybe you show me" "I thought you were sleepy" "There's no way I can sleep after looking at your dick" How could Eren possibly be so shy about masturbating, then sprout something like that? "Is that so?" "It'd just be cruel to make you sleep like that" Pushing himself up to sitting, Eren pulled him closer. His dick brushing over his omega's breasts "Fuck, brat..." "You could take the bra off?" "Mmm. I could, but then what would I do with your breasts?" "I don't know... but I think I want to" "I have an idea, but I want you to know I'll stop if you don't like it, or it feels uncomfortable" "I want to try more with you..." "Eren. I need to hear you say it" It was probably pathetic, but every time they tried something knew, or if Eren didn't initiate it, he still wanted to hear that it was really ok. Eren hadn't had a full blown panic attack from sex since falling pregnant, but he had had a few moments when Levi had needed to step back and let his omega calm back down, even if Eren hadn't noticed them "Levi, if it's too uncomfortable, it'll tell you" "Thank you" Freed from his bra, Levi now had a firm hold of Eren's breasts, pushing them together as he massaged them firmly. Moaning, Eren's legs were spread wide as Levi slowly rocked up against his boyfriend. His erection was trapped between the soft warm flesh of Eren's developing chest, with each trust making Eren mew. He hadn't been sure Eren would into this, but the constant stimulation seemed to be driving him wild, as Levi's desire to cum across Eren's face and chest grew. He'd never thought he'd into titty fucking his boyfriend, but it was fucking hot, especially when Eren slid one hand down to start jerking himself off. Building up a constant rhythm, he felt the tell tale feeling, knowing he was going to come all too soon "Eren, can I come?" "My mouth... I want to taste you" "Are you sure?" "Please alpha... let me taste you" Keeping his hand on Eren's right breast, he used his left to guide himself into Eren's eager mouth. His omega immediately hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head. Shit. Eren's technique had him weak the knees "Eren..." Nodding around his erection, Eren's eyes met his. That was it. He was gone. His orgasm hitting hard enough for left knee to give out. Awkwardly half kneeling on the bed, he pulled out Eren's mouth as his mate started to choke, coming down Eren's lips and chest, as his lover's come hit his leg. Panting, Levi's head dropped forward, still coming as he tried to catch his breath. No one but Eren had ever made him come this fucking hard, it was seriously verging on ridiculous and felt like what he imagined a volcano erupting would feel like. For some reason that escaped him, it seemed like he came more now that Eren was pregnant. Almost like he was trying to get him pregnant all over again. Milking the last few drops free, he dropped down onto the bed, next to Eren who looked just as fucked as he was. Looking to his mate, Eren caught his eye before starting to laugh "What?" "That felt... kind of amazing" "You're laughing because it felt good?" "And because you have to help me clean up. I think I'm just going to fall asleep like this" "Give me a minute. I popped half a knot" Rubbing his dick, Eren rolled towards him "I'm so not up for kissing it better" "Says the guy covered in my come, and groping me" "Mmm. I just want to touch you. I want to remember every inch of you" "Oh?" "Mhmm. Especially these 9 inches" Leaning in, Eren's lips still held traces of the cinnamon and sugar from the donut he instead on having for lunch. The slow kiss slowly grew more hungry, Eren moaning into his mouth as he release his hold to climb into Levi's lap. Not wanting to break the kiss, Levi pushed himself up, Eren's stomach big enough to make things uncomfortable for him if he hadn't. Breaking the kiss, Eren whined as Levi started to stiffen beneath him. Rolling his hips, Eren started to ride him slowly, one hand on his stomach to keep his balance. With slick pooling in his lap, Levi let out a growl, his dick demanding to be inside their mate instead of just fucking him between his cheeks. Taking hold of Eren's arse, he lifted him enough to line up, the omega so wet and aroused that he could slowly sink into his heat without causing too much pain. It had probably helped that Eren was also still loose from that morning. Topping from the bottom, he held Eren's hips down as he thrust up, placing Eren's pleasure and comfort above his own. With each thrust, more come would dribble from the omega. Having just come, Levi took his time in reducing Eren into a fevered mess. Loving the way he moaned and mewed so sweetly just for him. As Eren's breathing grew more ragged, he started to clench and ripple, his orgasm close, but knowing another orgasm would leave him boneless, Levi lifted Eren, keeping just the tip buried inside as he flipped them over. Spreading his knees wide, his pace grew hard, the sound of squelching slick and wet skin against wet skin as he rode Eren through his orgasm and into his own, coming with a deep and almost primal snarl. Beneath him, Eren's eyelashes fluttered, Levi's heart stopping for a moment. Worried he'd hurt his mate he reached to cup Eren's cheek, before rubbing a soft circle with the pad of his thumb "Eren? Hey. Eren, can you hear me?" His mate didn't smell pained, nor did he feel pain from their bond. From what he could tell, Eren had passed out as soon as he'd come. He'd expected bonelessness, not outright passing out, though Eren had been exhausted. Climbing onto the bed was awkward, the position he ended up in wasn't exactly the best for collapsing into after sex, but he'd rather not cause any unnecessary discomfort for Eren. Resting his cheek against Eren's swell, he peppered kissed to Eren's stretch mark spotted skin. He knew Eren applied vitamin E cream to each stripe almost religiously, but he loved the marks. He didn't care if Eren's stomach never returned to being perfectly smooth. Pregnancy was changing Eren's body in so may ways, and other than his rank farts, Levi had no problems with it all. When Levi's knot finally deflated, he pulled from Eren. Given the fact his boyfriend had started to snore, he was pretty sure he hadn't hurt him. Retrieving a warm towel from the bathroom, Titan had appeared in his absence. Sitting on Eren's pillow, he scowled at Levi as he started to clean Eren down, as if blaming him for the current lack of cuddles. Making sure his boyfriend was as come free as he could be, Levi them grabbed a fresh pad and pair of underwear for Eren, getting him redressed and settled on his side of their bed. He'd completely forgotten the sheets were still a mess from that morning, so he'd settled Eren on the top sheet as it'd come through relatively clean, then grabbed a few of Eren's other blankets out the wardrobe to cover him with. Chucking Eren's clothes in the wash, he forced himself to shower. He wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with Eren, but his mind niggled at him, reminding him of the shopping waiting in the car. Eren was soundly asleep, and sorely needed it, giving him plenty of time to head down and retrieve everything. * Eren was in a forgiving mood. Actually, he was in the best mood he'd been in since bonding with Levi. Confessing his and his father's sin to his alpha may not have been planned, but it felt like the crushing tightness in his chest had eased. Levi had said it was ok to love his pup and to be happy. That what his father did wasn't his fault. It was completely different hearing it out loud, and from the alpha he loved so deeply. He could have told himself the exact same thing until he was blue in the face and he never would have believed it for himself. Having fallen asleep during sex, he'd woken to Levi cuddles. His alpha reading while playing absentmindedly with his hair. Eren couldn't help the rush of affection he felt every single time he looked to his mate. When he'd realised Levi wasn't going to propose any time soon, saying he was crushed was the understatement of the century, but gradually he settled back down, realising that perhaps Levi was planning something special and needed time to do so. He'd vowed to himself not to say anything, not after subjecting Levi to some of the foulest moods he'd ever experienced. Like seriously, who the fuck just throws a dozen eggs at their partner. It wasn't Levi's fault he didn't remember. His alpha worked his fucking arse so that they could live such a comfortable life. His own inheritance had been delayed due to the ongoing investigation into his father by Floch. Though he may have neglected to mention to Levi that man had called to tell him that. Levi would worry himself sick over it all. His alpha used to claim he was terrible at words, but every single word that came from Levi's lips was with love. Even when he'd had a horrible day at work, and was all broody and scowly, if he accident snapped he'd apologise right away. With the help of Levi, he'd showered and dressed, before his lover settled him down on the sofa in the living room. Levi so insistent on helping, he'd had to shoo him out so he could go to the toilet. Pregnant people peed a lot... like.... a lot. Equal parts impressed and annoyed, he eyed the organised mess spilling of their living area. While he'd been sleeping, Levi had moved all the new things for the pup to his room, and dragged everything out the spare room alone. With the smell of vinegar in the air, he could tell his alpha would have scrubbed the spare room from top to bottom already. Levi had once explained that vinegar kills mould, while bleach only serves to bleach it. Maybe it was the expectant mum in him, but the idea of the nursery stinking of bleach made his stomach roll. He wanted to be able to work in there, without worrying about the smell sending him scrambling for the toilet. Passing him his phone, Levi ruffed his hair on his way pass to the kitchen. Opening his Facebook up, he found himself doing something he never thought he would. First unblocking Armin, then adding him and the woman called Mikasa on his friends list. His father had told him how close they'd been, and with Levi's words of how he wasn't his father's sin or whatever it was, echoing in his mind. He sent them both friend requests, before placing his phone down and snatching up the TV remote. He'd expected to maybe feel some slight nerves, but he was just too happy to. When Levi joined him on the sofa, Eren sank into his warmth. He might be a horny shit, but cuddles felt even better. His alpha scent of warm free tea with the lingering touches of his body was had his omega internally purring. Starting to nibble at the sandwich Levi had made, his stomach rolled before rumbling "I'm not surprised you're staving" "I honestly feel like I haven't eaten in years" "That's because yesterday all you had was a glass of milk and lunch" "Yesterday?" "It's about 2 am. You slept for a solid 12 hours" "I don't feel like I have. Why didn't you wake me?" "Because making a baby takes a lot of energy. You needed the rest, especially when you didn't seem to have any nightmares" "I can't remember dreaming... I can't believe I fell asleep during sex" "You managed to scare the fuck out of me. I had a feeling you'd be tired, not that you'd pass out and start snoring" Eren's face dusted red with embarrassment, whining as it did. Levi was supposed to be nice to him! "Don't worry. I'm not mad" "I am. I didn't get my after sex cuddles" "No, but you're having cuddles now. You're not too sore, are you?" "No... my hips are, and my back, and feet, and my shoulders, and I feel bloated... I think I just want cuddles instead of sex" "I was thinking we could sort the boxes?" The things Levi decided to keep were going to be stored at Hanji's house, seeing she owned her own home, and had the space in her garage for them. Erwin had offered to help, but Levi had shot him down "Mmm. Ok. Let me sit up, and where's Titan?" "He was in your room. He wasn't happy I stripped our bed down" "Titan!" "You're supposed to be eating" "I'm still eating. I'm just worried about my fur baby" There was the soft but solid thud of Titan's paws as he came running, leaping up to settle on the sofa, then immediately trying to get to Eren's sandwich "You should have left him sleeping" "But then I couldn't have shared with him" "You're not sharing with him" Titan meowed at him, one large paw coming up to hover just short of Eren's plate. His big eyes stared up at him, silently begging "Leeevi. How am I supposed to say no now?" "I'll give him a tin of cat food. Just finish your sandwich" Titan was a cat who's love was easy to buy. The moment Levi cracked the top of the tin of cat food, the tom was racing off to the kitchen. Finishing his sandwich, Eren placed the plate down with a pout. He wanted Titan cuddles, and Levi cuddles. Now his boyfriend was hefting a box up onto the coffee table and Titan was too busy eating "I think this box is mostly clothes" He knew he said he'd be there for Levi as he did this, but now he was getting nervous. He was terrible at comforting Levi and making him feel better. He never knew if he was saying the right things or making it all a hundred times worse. Tipping the box onto its side, Levi joined him back on the sofa. Pulling off the tap over the top as it did and sending a whole bunch of things cascading onto the floor "Yeah... clothes..." All of Isabel and Farlan's clothes seemed to have been second hand. Isabel had tried to patch them the best she could. Digging to the bottom, Levi wrinkled his nose in clear disgust "There's nothing worth saving in here" "Are you sure?" "Don't get too close, the bottom layers are mouldy" "Can't you just wash them?" "Mould stains. Even if I did, it wouldn't be worth it. I should have gone through these sooner" His boyfriend sounded bitter, Eren whining softly as he placed his hand on his arm "I'm sorry" "No. No, it's my fault. I don't even know how the mould got in. Something must have been wet. It's my fault" "It's not your fault..." Levi huffed, brushing him off as he rose and moved the box next to the door. The next four boxes were mostly clothes, but they were used to wrap more interesting things. Small photo frames, tea cups, plates, glass figures and chipped Christmas ornaments were carefully unwrapped. Eren couldn't help himself as he collected each photo frame carefully. Levi sighing heavily as he leaned over to explain where they were in each of them. Seeing Isabel's bright smile and Farlan's faked scowl, his heart ached. Levi looked so young and happy with them. Like... genuinely happy. The smile on his lips completely unguarded, not a single wrinkle of grey hair to be seen... He knew his boyfriend was drop dead sexy, but fuck... He fell in love with him all over again, and desperately wished there'd been a way to meet Levi back then. The frames were carefully put aside. The mould had gotten in between the photo and glass in some of them, but apparently there was a way to get them restored. Levi wanted to bin the ornaments and figured, but Eren wasn't having it. Carefully saving them for storage at Hanji's, and the three badly hand painted baubles with Levi's, Isabel's and Farlan's name on them. They were definitely going on the tree this year. It The way Levi joked about how much Isabel loved the "shitty things" was all he needed to know. Levi wasn't quite ready to get rid of them, even if he said so. It didn't matter to him if once they were in storage never they saw them again, as long as they were safe for a day when Levi might want to. The box that really broke Levi was Isabel's books. Like everything else, it may have been second hand, but her books. They were something special. Crammed full of notes and slips of paper, the woman's passion clear. Levi's scent turned troubled, emotional pain infecting him through their bond "Levi" The book in Levi's hands started to shake due to his alpha starting to tremble "I bought her this book. Actually, I stole it for her. She'd worked so hard to save for it, but Farlan needed a fucking doctor and medication... Before you give me that look, we were back in high school. This was her first new book on birds. She'd stared at it for hours... and it wasn't like I didn't have the money. You do what you need to, you know. But they took one look at me and refused to serve me. I had the fucking money in my hand, but... they weren't having it. With Farlan being sick, it was the last straw. I waited until the clerk was busy, then I bolted. It was fucking worth it though. She was so happy. She read it over and over... Even at college, with all the new big and better books she could use, she still carried this one. Farlan would joke she loved her book more than him" Levi let out a shaky breath, running his fingers through his hair "Fuck. Sorry. I need a drink" "I'll get you one..." They still had a couple of boxes left to go through... but with how distressed Levi seemed to be, he wanted to do everything he could to calm his alpha and be there for him "No. It's ok. You stay here" Patting him on the knee, Levi took the book with him. The alpha first disappearing into their bedroom, then to the kitchen. Sitting back on the sofa, Levi had apparently drained his drink in the kitchen. His alpha looking at the neat pile of books with pained eyes. Climbing into Levi's lap, he wrapped his arms around his alpha. Nuzzling into his hair, in the hope of providing comfort "Eren... just... not now" Pushing him off, Eren was confused. He was only trying to make Levi feel better. He wasn't kissing him, or trying anything sexual. He simply wanted to comfort Levi. His omega was just as confused. Their mate was sad. He didn't like his mate being sad "I just wanted to hug you" "I think I want to finish this alone. Why don't you go to bed?" He wasn't tired... and he thought Levi wanted to do this together? Besides, barely talked about Farlan... he wanted to hear more about him "I don't mind..." "Sorry, Eren. I want to do this alone" "I..." "Go to bed..." He was trying to tell Levi he loved him, and if he changed his mind to just let him know... and now he being sent to bed like a kid. He knew it wasn't easy for Levi to talk to about Isabel and Farlan, but he'd opened up to him about his father... and about Zeke, and his mum. So why didn't Levi want to tell him anything? Didn't his alpha trust him? Eren didn't sleep well that night. He'd returned to their room, only to find he needed to pee. He didn't want to upset Levi by walking around the apartment, so tried to sleep it off. It didn't work. Creeping from their bedroom to the bathroom, he was just as "ninja" as he crept back. The bottle of scotch had made it from the kitchen to the coffee table, while Levi was patting Titan. The cat purring with his usual rumble. So Levi didn't mind Titan making a fuss over him... as long as it wasn't his pregnant mate. Feeling pathetically jealous of Titan, Eren returned to their bed. Levi hadn't even remade it... getting fresh sheets would mean leaving the room again, and he didn't want to do that. All he could do was grab one of his blankets from Levi's wardrobe and make sure he was completely covered by it. The cold plastic of the mattress protector sticking uncomfortable to his skin when he slipped his hand under his pillowcase free pillow.. which was covered with a gross feeling fabric protector. He was cold and uncomfortable, the pup spinning flips from the feel of it. Closing his eyes, it was hard not to feel like he didn't even belong in their apartment. Still just as cold as when he'd gone to bed, Eren crept out when things went silent. He'd managed to doze off at some point, waking up, Levi had been swearing. He'd been tempted to go help him, but several loud thuds followed, then some of the more colourful language he'd ever heard. Scared by his mate, he'd sunk from their bed to the floor, curling up in the corner of the room as he'd tried to hide under his blanket. Emerging to find the living room cleaned, Levi was passed out on the sofa with Titan on his chest. The bottle of scotch was empty, the lone item left out from the night before. Even the boxes to go down to the dumpsters were gone. Hurt over the fact Levi hadn't even bothered coming to bed, he'd been tempted to leave him sleeping without blanket. The apartment was fucking freezing, his toes growing numb... Fuck. He couldn't just leave Levi like this. Retrieving the blanket he'd used, he draped it over Levi and Titan, Titan giving him a glare, but not bothering to move. If Levi could go ahead and do things for the nursery without him, that must mean it's ok for him to do the same? After all, the nursery was the whole reason Levi was home. It sure as hell wasn't to spend time with him... No. No. He wasn't going to do this. Levi hadn't really done anything wrong. He'd just needed space to process everything. It wasn't like his alpha didn't give him all the space he needed... and then some... Dragging all the shopping from his room and into the nursery, that was the end of his will power. He didn't want to do any of this alone. He couldn't do anything anyway, they didn't have the furniture yet. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to go back to Levi's room and sleeping alone held no appeal... Things without Levi were boring... Wandering back to Levi, Titan had abandoned him. Levi had turned to his side, his leg hanging off the side of the sofa in a way that looked highly uncomfortable. His stomach might be slightly bigger than the photos on google, but he was sure he could lift Levi. He didn't want to leave him on the sofa. Dragging the coffee table back enough to make space, Levi was too out of it to know. His alpha even stank of scotch... lifting Levi, his alpha groaned at him "Let me sleep" "Shut up, or I'll drop you" Scowling up at him, he'd woken Levi... but he'd come too far to back out. He'd managed to even get him completely off the sofa... Fuck... Levi better appreciate this "Just put me down" "Not an option right now. You're going to bed you drunk" "Eren..." "Shut up. I'm mad at you. You didn't even make the bed. Do you know fucking cold it is?" "You're freezing" "And you're doing that things where you're talking and I don't want you to" Levi let a giggle. An actual fucking giggle. He wished he'd recorded, because there was no way anyone ever believe he had. Dumping him down on his bed, his boyfriend flipped him off before crawling under the covers and patting the space beside him "Get down here brat..." Climbing under the covers, Levi rolled and clung to him. Pulling him flush and nuzzling into his nape "Mmm. 'm sorry. I'm a jerk" "You are. You left me freezing" "Fuck..." Placing his cold hand on Eren's stomach, Eren gasped as he tried to escape, Levi's hold making it impossible "You arsehole" "Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone, again" The playfullyness of Levi's drunken state was gone, his alpha sounding so fucking lonely that Eren forgot he'd been trying to escape "I'm not leaving you" "Don't want to lose you, brat..." "You won't. I love you" Levi huffed, Eren copping a blast of scotch breath. He'd thought his alpha was going to say something else... only, Levi started to purr instead. Eren had no idea that alpha's could even purr. Fuck. He needed his phone. Not only a giggle but a purr... he needed Levi to get drunk more often.

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Chapter Nine

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W-what did he say? Why does he want me to put down Daely...a-and what on earth is he doing here?

How the hell did he even pass security!! SHIT!

He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed deeply when I refuse to move... I mean I was too scared to. By the looks of it, he was holding back his rage, because he didn’t want to harm little Daely in my arms. I looked down at her, then at him, lost for words.

I-I don’t even know what to say or how to explain my way out of this. How can I? The evidence was already in his possession.

“I said put...the baby down!” He said through clenched teeth.

“P-please, c-calm down alright.” I stuttered, choking nervously, but he kept cutting me off.

“Put the baby down.” He repeated again.

Damn, he’s really pissed. I wouldn’t like the see what he’d do to me if Daely wasn’t in my arms. Just thinking about it has me on the edge.

“P-please... I—

Suddenly without having the nerve to do or say anything, he stepped forward and gently plucked Daely right out of my arms.

I gasped deeply as he cradles her head with his large hand. The rest of her little body laid on his muscular forearm as she slept.

Still stunned by what just happened, I stood there dumbfounded as I wrapped my arms over my body.

He walked over and rest her down gently on the changing table with the borders around it so she wouldn’t fall.

I don’t know what it was that has me feeling this way, but he really looks good with her in his arms. He was awfully gentle and careful with her... I have to admit, it made him even more attractive.

The cursed, possessive Alpha was soft with baby pups...but everything changed for the worst when she was finally out of his arms. He looked over at me with those intense green eyes and clenched jaw.

My back was against the wall as I held out my hand to stop him, but that didn't stop him. He marched over towards me impatiently and pressed his larger body against mines, snatching my jaw into his hand firmly.

“You’re a stubborn one!” He said down to me, staring across my face. “Why didn’t you moved when I told you to.”

I whimpered softly. I can’t believe the one man I was supposed to be protected from has me hold up in the property’s Nursery changing room. The one place I thought I’d be safe.

I swear he stops at nothing!

“T-this isn’t the time or the place for this!”

“Well, I just made it the time and place.” He said staring at me with those dark green eyes. “I couldn’t wait to get you alone.”

“But I’m not alone... p-please let me go...” I begged, clutching his wrist, but it only pissed him off even more.

“Who you think you’re talking to?” He said in a low voice, trying not to wake sleeping Daely.

He pulled out the picture collage from his pocket and held it to my face. “What the hell is this?” He asked, getting angrier by the second.

My heart was pounding hard as I looked at the different pictures of me and Jackson. Just seeing Jackson’s face in this current situation made me even more emotional.

“I asked you a question?” He said to me, but my mouth was folded shut because I didn’t know what to say. I’m already a terrible liar. I’ll just put myself in even more hot water.

Shit... he’s so close. Too close! I can feel his firm muscles pressing against me as he holds me against the wall.

He raises a sharp brow at me and locked his eyes onto mines. “Fine!” He said calmly, turning me around. “I guess you want to feel how hard I am for you.”

He thrust and dig his hips into my ass. I don’t know if it’s our clothing that was too thin or his dick print that was that big and hard. I could feel every inch of his thickness.

He grinds his hips slowly into me, rubbing his huge length between my ass cheeks. Goddess! That thing’s so hard and it throbbed... I could feel my core heating up.

T-this is too much... I hated it, but I couldn’t help the way I feel... It’s been a while since I’ve been touch like this. I’m in desperate need of a release, but I don’t want it from him! He’s getting way too comfortable.

“You’re trespassing... This is against the treaty—

“I don’t give a damn!” He cut me off. “I’m not trespassing if something belongs to me!”

“I don’t BELONG TO YOU!” I whispered yelled.

“Yes, the fuck you do!” He said, “Or is it the man in the picture you belong to? Why is he so close to my mate! Feeling on her... KISSING HER! Who the hell is he!”

Still refusing to talk, he arched my back, moving his large hand towards my neck and pull my head towards his chest.

“Still won’t tell me, huh?” He said.

I whimpered softly, looking over at Daely still fast asleep, but I couldn’t focus, his cock was literally springing in his pants as he thrust his hips harder against my ass.

“You feel mini-me, don’t you? You got him really happy...even from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He said in my ear. “This is what we have to go through whenever I smell that sharp, sweet smell of yours... You have no idea what you do to us, little girly.”

He grinds his hips harder from behind. His large hand travels down my body, groping a handful of my breast in my bra cup as the other moved over my stomach.

“You’re not going to talk... I’ll make you talk.” He seethed.

He moved his head into the crook of my neck and ran his tongue over my skin, sucking it firmly. Shivers starting to roll through my body. My breathing started to heave slightly.

He moved further down to my soft spot. The spot where every wolf gets to mark and grazed his sharp canines over it gently.

“Damn! You’re so fucking tempting... I wanna sink my teeth so deep in this sweet spot.” He said, “Mark, and finally, claim you as mines.”

“N-no...” I said, but I didn’t have the will power to pull away.

“Then are you ready to talk?” He said as he felt his dick throbbed uncontrollably against my ass. “Because I’ll have those eyes of yours rolling in the back of your head in no time.”

I parted and closed my lips. I was too petrified to speak. He grew impatient and moved his hand under my blouse, then under my bra cup.

My nipples we’re rock hard! I didn’t want him to feel how aroused I am. It would only make him try even harder to make me crack.

“Oh... I guess I’m not the only one that’s horny, am I.” He said in a lustful tone. “These nipples are nice and firm. Makes me want to suck them until they turn inside out.”

He tugged on my hard, round nipples between his fingers and nibbled on my ear. I-it felt so good. My core was heated up... I was on the edge of cumming...so close.

“I know you like it, Joel.” He kissed the back of my neck.

He said my name...the way he said my name... Goddess! A moan nearly slipped out of my mouth.

He removed one hand and took mine, resting it over his large, stiff dick print through his pants.

Oh my gosh!! He’s enormous!

I flinched, moving my hand away, but he grasped my hand tightly and forcefully move it up and down his length, groaning softly in my ear.

“Don’t run away! A little too late for that! It’s about time you met your future best friend. He’s gonna rearrange them guts... satisfy you real good!” He said rolling my nipple with his finger. “Only a few weeks left until I’ll finally tear up this phat pussy. I’ll be pounding the fuck out of you too with this thick ass you got. Long dick style. No breaks either.”

Oh shit... I was at my limit. I trembled in his hold as he feels me up and talks dirty in my ear. He spanked and grabbed my ass roughly, thrusting his hips into mines over and over, making my tits bounce in my shirt.

“Goddess...” I gasped, moaning beneath my breath. “P-please.”

“Tell me who’s the guy in the picture then.” He said sternly. “Because I just about had enough! If you don’t answer me, I’ll strip this pant off of you and eat this little pussy of yours, front and back. Stop playing with me. Better yet, I’ll suck on that throbbing clit until your head caves in. You’ll have no other choice but to tell me!”

“Please... The baby’s in the room!” I said.

“I know!” He said. “But my patience is growing thin

“B-but, but...”

He shoved his hand in the front of my pants, into my soaked underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, princess.” He said slapping his finger over my pussy. “Damn, this kitty’s even more fat and juicy than I expected.”

My pussy clenched so hard. The sensation was swelling up in my core.

“Oh shit!” He groaned. “This little clit is throbbing wildly on my finger too.”

“T-That’s because your t-touching it...” I whimpered, trying to hold back as hard as I can.

“No, that’s because the Alpha’s in charge! You’re turned on by my masculinity. It’s every she wolf’s weakness.” He said leaving sloppy kisses down my neck, sucking on my skin harshly. “Oh...that’s gonna leave a mark, kitten. Better cover it up nice and good before momma Alpha sees it.”

“S-stop...” I moaned.

He paused for a moment and whispered down at me, “Was that a moan?” He said as I shook my head slightly. “Liar! Admit it! Am I causing this pussy juice to flow? I’m making this pussy tremble with pleasure, huh?

“No!”

“Yes!”

“N-no...”

"YES!" He said, rolling fast small circles around my sensitive clit.

I begin to squeeze my legs together as the climax began to roll in, but he stepped one leg between mines to keep them spread.

“Nah uh! Keep them spread! Not until you tell me who’s the man in the picture.” He said.

I was at the break of spilling it all out.

He knew all my weak spots. Bouncing and tugging my breast in my shirt, whiles teasing my clit and sucking on my neck. I’m about to... I’m about to—

“Matter of fact... this is just play, Joel... I can’t wait to see how you’ll be when this fat ass of yours is bouncing wildly on my long, hard cock, stuffing this little hole full.” He said, inhaling my scent deeply. “That’ll be some hot, sweaty sex... I could see it now. It’ll take five of my men to get me off you... When that time comes, we’ll be needing a changing room too after we’re done.”

Moon goddess!

“Who’s the man, Joel?” He asked for the last time, longing out his slimy, et tongue into my ear.

“H-he’s my ex... boyfriend!” I blurted out as I finally tip over the edge.

I moaned aloud, startling Daely just a little as I ride out my orgasm.

“Shh!” Darius said, “you’re gonna wake the baby.”

Embarrassed and sexually exposed, I held my head down, trembling as I waited for the pleasure to finally subside. I can’t believe I’ve cracked.

“Sweet sweet release, ain’t it?” He said rubbing my throbbing, wet pussy for the last time before moving his hand out of my pants.

He spun me around and lift my face up to his. I can’t believe I’m saying this...though I hated his guts, I can’t lie, the man was drop-dead gorgeous. The haircut really brought out more of his features.

The way that he looks at me with those dark green eyes. Those pink full lips, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, he was awfully handsome.

“He’s your ex, huh?” He said. “When did you two broke up?”

“That’s none of your business!” I mumbled.

His eyes flashed a bright gold as he tried to teem his wolf. He clutches my jaw, tightly.

“Don’t get smart with me, because we’ll go another round! And this time my long cock will be down that pretty, little throat of yours!” He said through clenched teeth. “Try me!”

“W-we broke up...a month ago...” I said feeling crushed for lying, but it was my only choice.

His eyes traveled over my face as we stared at each other for an intimate moment then he gradually stepped away.

“That’s all I wanted to know.” He said as Daely burst out crying.

I took a few steps away from him to go and comfort her, only to get a loud, hard spank on my left ass cheek, making my tits bounced in my blouse.

I gasped aloud and paused, feeling my pussy clench wildly as I took a few deep breaths.

After taking Daely in my arms, patting her over my shoulder, she gradually calmed down.

There was a slight awkwardness between us. He just stood there and watch as I held her gently in my arms. After what just happened, I was too embarrassed to look him in the face, so I looked to the ground instead.

“You know, you look really good with that baby in your hand... It turns me on even more seeing how I’m going to have you looking shortly.” He said, giving me a cheeky smile. “But for now...it’s just you and me.”

He walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

I let out a deep shaky breath, feeling all the weight of anxiety being lifted off me as I embraced little Daely.

“Miss Joel, I’m finished!” Alice said, flushing the toilet.

My eyes widened. I forgot she was in there! She opened the bathroom stall and washed her hand, but I was concerned about what she probably had heard.

“Alice,” I said calmly, “d-did you hear anything when you were in there?” I asked her.

“Yes! Musicals!” She said.

“M-musicals?” I said confusedly. “What do you mean?”

“My Momma and Papa do them at night,” she explained. My eyes widened as I finally realized what it meant. “Momma calls them musicals.”

I cleared my throat and nodded at her. “Y-yes they are, but don’t tell anyone you heard ‘musicals’ in the bathroom, alright?”

“Yup! She exclaimed skipping to the door.

For the life of me, please don’t tell anyone...

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