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tags: idol!bangchan x reader, established relationship, fluff, slight hurt comfort (really just a couple doing their best in a bad situation), reader has ~anxiety~

3:00 AM in the quiet part of town is your favorite place in the world. On the outskirts of the city, where only families and old folks live and the streets are empty this time of night, you have found what seems like the only place in the world where you and Chan can feel truly at ease.

You’d been waiting for him to come over all day, so when he finally called around ten saying he just left the studio you became giddy with excitement that soon turned into anxiety. It’s not like he had never been to your apartment before or that you felt uncomfortable around him; it’s just that you can never shake the fear that this time is when everything will go wrong. That this is the night you’ll be caught by photographers or fans and soon everyone will know and your relationship will change forever. That your whole life could change forever. These worries echoed in your brain as you went down to the entrance of your building to let Chan in. 

Your nerves were obvious; you didn’t hug him as tightly as you wanted to--trying to maintain the illusion that you could just be friends should anyone see you--and your smile twisted into a grimace as you kept an eye on your surroundings.

The summer night air ruffled the hair that stuck out from his hat “Hey, Baby!” he said with a soft smile “You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m glad you could come over tonight,” You shyly smile, still not being able to shake the tight feeling in your stomach. 

He hummed a response and, sensing how on edge you were , looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was around before asking, “Should we go upstairs? I brought ice cream,” and lifted up a convenience store bag in his hand.

After heading up to your apartment the two of you spent hours just talking in your room. You were mostly catching up—you hadn’t seen each other in a couple of days due to your schedules—but eventually, it dissolved into a mess of inside jokes, you showing him all the Tik Toks you’d saved for him, him showing you videos of the boys messing around in dance practice in return, and whatever other nonsense made you both smile. Even though your relationship could be stressful, actually being with Chan was the easiest thing in the world. Honestly, you would be happy staying here forever; cuddled in his arms in the dim light of your bedroom, listening to his laugh get all squeaky as he worked himself up over some dumb video you won’t even remember in the morning. 

What you will remember, however, is how hot you are right now. Turns out your fourth-floor apartment with one broken AC unit could spell quite the sweathouse in the summer—especially with the amount of physical contact you two are prone to after some time apart. Chan had already shed his shirt sometime in between his first and second popsicle, and you had all of your fans on high pointed at your bed where you both laid tangled up with each other.

Chan, after finally calming down from his laughing fit, let out a sigh as he stared up at your ceiling. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah, why?" You asked, confused by his sudden declaration.

He continued quickly, "And you know that I really like coming over to your place-"

"Yeahh?"

"-because of the lack of roommates and overall better smell?"

"Also, I have HBO."

"Yes, also that—so will you not take offense if I, hypothetically, say that I’m going to die of heat stroke if I stay in here any longer?" He looked over at you with a rueful smile.

You laughed silently as you looked into his eyes. "I’ll go get my shoes."

He let out a triumphant "Yes!" and pumped his fist into the air as you got off of the bed, satisfied with the result of your banter. As you continued to get ready, he moved to the edge of your bed and was brought back to how anxious you seemed when he first arrived. "We don’t actually have to go out if you don’t want to, though," he said, scratching his arm as a nervous tick. "I know that we both get all paranoid when we’re not in private, and I don’t want to ruin the night or anything."

You turned to face him and put a reassuring hand on his arm, whilst you tried to shove your own concerns to the back of your mind."Don’t worry about it. I was thinking we could go to that one spot—you know, where we went on your birthday?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect." He said with a relieved smile.

And that’s what brought you here; after checking for paparazzi from your apartment windows, and after you went outside and checked again, ensuring you both had your incognito face masks and baseball caps on. Finally, you were able to make the epic journey two blocks down and one over to a small playground surrounded by some trees and a fence: your safe haven. Taking in the warm night air as the wind lightly blows across your face--gently wicking the sweat on your brow--and hearing the leaves softly rustle as you both sit on the old swing set and let your legs dangle. You did what you loved to do most with each other: you talked.

"I’m sorry it’s always like this," Chan said as he looked at his feet, the toe of his shoes sputtering over the rubbery ground as he swayed, "that we can’t just get together and go to restaurants and the movies or—I don’t know— win you a big teddy bear at a carnival," he laughs half-heartedly, "or whatever regular couples get to do."

You smile sadly. "I’m sorry too. Maybe I’m just being overly cautious." 

He reaches over, grabs your hand, and rubs gentle circles on the back with his thumb, letting you know he isn’t mad and that he doesn’t blame you for anything. 

"I could tell the company, and they could release a statement or something." His tone hitches up at the end, almost like it’s a question—or maybe just the only thing he can think of to ease your guilt.

Not wanting to worry him, and always the best at avoiding the hard topics, you raise your eyebrows and sarcastically remark, "Oh yeah, and that would go over really well."

"Hm, yeah, you’re right. What do you think they would say, though?"

You lower your voice and attempt your best soulless executive impression. "'How could you, Chan?! You’re being so selfish by having desires and feelings! How do you expect us to monetize you when we can’t sell you as a fantasy boyfriend? Blargh rargh raa!'" You both chuckle at the absurdity of your situation: "And then of course you’ll get punished by your company, and everyone on Twitter is going to eat you alive when they find out, and you’ll get a tidal wave of hate thrown at you-"

"Oh, for sure." He nods along to your pessimistic prophecy (and excellent impression).

"-and I’ll be, like, assassinated by a bunch of teenagers whose identity hinges on the fantasy that they are secretly your one true love." You finish with a breathy chuckle.

He smiles at the ground. "Hey, Stays are much more than that," he says in an only half-serious defense.

"Heh, not the ones that I’ll have to deal with," you reply, almost to yourself. He seems to draw back at that comment, whatever clever response he had lined up dying on his lips.

You press your toes into the soft ground and push your swing over to his so that your shoulders touch. "I’m joking, Chan," you say in a soft voice.

"No, you're not." He shoots back in defeat. You sigh and try to meet his evasive eyes.

"You’re right, I’m not," you sigh, leaning in closer to him, "but that doesn’t mean I regret any of this. I can wish things were different while still loving how they are now." He finally meets your eyes, and his gaze goes soft. You share a fond look and, without words, reach an understanding: you're the best thing that has happened to each other, and eventually your love may see the light of day, but for now, just this is more than enough.

He brings your hand up to his mouth and lightly kisses your knuckles before letting your arms fall in between the both of you. "You’re right. I love this too. I’ll love anything as long as we can do it together." His words are full of tenderness and a rom-com sincerity that only he can do right.

"Except sit in my hot apartment." You smile as you lean towards him, and he smiles too as he goes in for a kiss.

"No, I loved that too. Just a little less than this." His lips touch yours, gentle and grinning, as your giggles float up into the night sky and you feel truly at ease once more.

I love you Helplessly. | Tim Drake X Reader

Angst No comfort.

AU: None Rating: SFW

Note: This one if meant to hurt. I hope it does but if it feels devoid of something please tell me. I tried to make it, so you'd be teary eyed at the end, and I am sorry if I didn't do that. I am not the best at writing this stuff, I'm an avid reader of angst but writer? Well, I can try. __________________________________

They say that when you're drowning there is a moment of peace.

When you wake up, you take a minute to adjust. Maybe it's like that? The peace... It might just be you adjusting to the water in your lunges? A moment of peace, when the light shines in through the curtains and you don't squint and shoo it away, but instead choose to bask in its warmth, its light.

Your drowning, basking. You think you can adjust to this light. Because he made you feel helpless. It felt amazing, like you didn't know what to do and he'd hold you so softly.

When he kissed you, it tasted like coffee. You didn't like the flavor before him.

Tim Drake was a perfect lover.

It felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. But the best part? Well, that was when he held you.

His soft touch, holding your close. His palms felt like the sun, warm and oh so so comforting. You told him it was because he was always holding a hot cup of coffee, but you didn't think that was true either. Because even if he hadn't had coffee yet, his touch still felt like the world.

"I love you."

You said it first. You always did It first- You messed it all up. Because he didn't look at you after that. Instead, he froze, his eyes zeroing in on his laptop. "I'm sorry- I don't know-"

"No, its fine." Tim interrupted you. A conflicted look on his face. "No- Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me"

You nodded as he kissed you, his bitter coffee taste weighted heavy on your tongue.

Were kisses meant to be this bitter?

No, that thought was just a distraction. A distraction from what your mind really didn't want to focus on. Why didn't he say it back...?

That thought kept you awake.

What you didn't know was Tim was thinking the same thing. He had been thinking about it. Within the last week there had been three times he wished he said he loved you.

It was the beginning of the week, and he was having a rough day. When he got back to his room, he found... you, a fresh mug of coffee and a pile of blankets all laid out- one even was hung up like a canopy above you.

You giggled and requested he join you in bed and he did, hugging you so tightly, he breathed in your scent and sighed stress leaving him like you repealed it.

When he was with you his brain stopped working. he didn't need to think- he only needed to be there and hold you.

He reasoned with himself, if he could kiss you like he loved you that made up for it. And he kissed you and touched you and- you were his world. He made it feel like you were and he was happy with that.

So why can't you get your mind off those three words?

Your insecurities ate at you as you began to cater to him just a bit more- hoping he'd say those words you longed needed to hear.

They say that when you're drowning there is a moment of peace.

When you wake up, you take a minute to adjust. Maybe it's like that? The peace... It might just be you adjusting to the water in your lunges? A moment of peace, when the light shines in through the curtains and you don't squint and shoo it away, but instead choose to bask in its warmth, its light.

You were drowning and sadly that moment of peace wasn't coming.

The rotting feeling inside your chest felt horrible as he yanked your head from out of the water. Your eyes burned from the tears. You voice broke and sobs wrecked your body, your chest heaving for air- because if you had air, you can plead correctly. "Please-" You couldn't catch your breath, "Please, no more, please no more- Tim- I-"

"Tsk Tsk Tsk." He shook his head with a pout. Pulling your head by its hair harshly so you'd see his waving finger. "No no no, that just won't do." He said before his laughter- that terrible sound.

A scream like none ever left your body. Your throat ached but you couldn't stop. The water muddied your tears as he shoved your face back into the all too hot water. Boiling... No one heard your screams. no one ever would. Not a single soul... accept... Him, the man doing this too you was the only one that could stop this, he was the only one to hear your screams. Muffled by the water.

He eventually left. The game ended and he left you in the corner, a ball as you laid there. Your lip quivering, eyes watering, that pain in your chest- the horrible pain you couldn't explain. Your body shook as you finally let yourself sob into the floor. Ugly, like a wet dog. You didn't know why you felt your heart break the way it did.

No one would ever find you.

Because you were dead to them.

It was your fault.

Maybe if you reached out more often, they would have realized something strange was at play with your death.

If you had been a better girlfriend Tim would have found, you by now.

Maybe if they- if he knew you better?

Why had you been such a failure? Maybe if you where more well-known people would look into it.

Why?

Why did you end up here?

Why was the only thing you could hear that maniacs laugh?

That horrible cracker, filled with nothing but joy as he watched you squirm on the floor pinning you down and yelling at you as you screamed. "Calm down! Calm down!" He'd shout over and over like it was a fun game and those were just fun words!

Your only retreat was the small corner of the room. "Mom." You'd sob over and over again. "Mom please- I- help momma please."

She was the only one you can beg too.

It didn't matter that she would never be able to help you.

Your eyes burned, why did crying do that? Your chest felt empty, like someone scrapped away everything in it, scratching and cutting the sides of your heart. Gripping it and gripping it till it would pop.

The burning in your throats hurt but the only thing you could do was sob and shout.

You shouted till your throat felt like your heart. Scratched, empty yet full at the same time.

"Momma... Tim..." You sobbed, the only two names you could. "Why?" was the only thing you could cry.

"Now now, Why so serious?"

The clown crackled and laughed, that was the last thing you heard before something began beating at your back.

You'd die helplessly. It was strange, the only time you felt helpless… it was with him.

So you only smiled as the light around you- what little was let in faded.

"I... love you...Tim.”

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HERE’S A STORY after so long;;;;;; I’m sorry for the wait!

I was really hoping to get more done, but then I got stricken with the worst case of writers block... I still have more stories in the work, so once they’re all done I’ll try to post them all together in a big bundle!

ANYWHO, this was just a story I wrote when I got a cute idea, and then it got even better >>b

Tachibana the Labrador belongs to me, and Iggy the giant nerd sweetheart belongs to @animalkingdxm​

I hope you enjoy!

It was a warm, pleasant day in the city. The sun shining brightly with nary a cloud in the sky to block its beautiful rays. A gentle breeze blew through the air, and on it was a most delicious, warm, delightful smell, wafting through the open door of a local bakery. Inside, the owner, a tall, lean labrador named Tachibana, wished his customer a good day as they left through the door.

He wore a nice, form fitting black turtleneck that showed just how trim and fit his body was, and on top of that he wore his clean white apron. His hair was a light blonde, and he had two soft ears of the same colour, as well as a soft, fuzzy tail that hung behind him.

Tachi smiled as he stood behind the counter, appearing way more confident and outgoing than he really was; in truth, Tachibana was actually rather shy. True he was very kind and very gentle, but when put on the spot he'll be under a great deal of stress and go quiet, or stutter up a storm.

But behind the counter, doing what he was good at, Tachi was much more comfortable. Baking and selling his delicious baked breads, he was fine at his craft and made it look easy. Tachi had a large majority of his baked goods on display around his store showing just how wide a variety he had in his shop.

The store was quiet now, filled with the warm smell of bread. Tachibana waited patiently for his next customer to come in, until the silence was broken by a loud growl from within his stomach. The lab looked down at his flat stomach in surprise as he gently ran his hand over it. The poor dog was starving, but sadly he had already eaten his lunch earlier, and though he loved baking bread he didn't much care to eat it when he was starved. His stomach preferred something… more.

Tachibana had an awful habit when he ran out of lunches to hold back his hunger; he'd swipe a snack from off the street. He couldn't help himself, he needed a full stomach even if he'd regret it afterwards. It was generally okay in the end, as he'd let them out eventually, but he was deeply ashamed of his voracious appetite.

“Oh no... “ Tachi muttered, his ears drooping in dismay, “Not already. I can't…” he whined. “... But I'm so hungry…” Tachibana looked up as something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Walking past the window was a bright head of hair which made the dog's stomach growl harder. “... just... one snack.” the lab quickly tossed his apron on the counter and dashed out the door, quickly slowing his pace as he followed his snack.

The labrador looked around, making sure it was just him and his target, a face of uncertainty plastered on the poor dog's face. Luckily, the person turned down an alleyway, and Tachibana quickly followed behind them. He sped up his walking speed so that he caught up to them right away. They seemed to be a young man, and wore quite a bit of green as well as had quite a bright colour of orange, messy hair. And they hadn't even noticed they were being hunted.

Taking a gulp and with a face of remorse, the big dog grabbed his prey from behind. “I-I'm so sorry!” he quickly said to them, before quickly shoving their head into his mouth.

Oddly enough, the young man didn't seem to put up any struggle. But Tachi didn't hold back, and quickly started to lift them up and swallow them faster, the lab could feel his throat swelling as they traveled down to his growling stomach. He didn't like to admit it, but he did enjoy the taste of prey, though he didn't like when he gave into his hunger so his feelings on this matter were mixed.

His vibrantly coloured meal started to make his stomach bulge outwards as he was gulped down hurriedly, stretching Tachi's turtleneck as the dog's belly grew with their presence. Tachibana was already down to their legs in no time, and his belly was starting to show from under his stretching shirt.

Soon enough he was down to just the young man's feet, and with a big slurp and an even bigger gulp, Tachi released a sigh of relief and gently rubbed his large belly, watching it gently jostle as his meal shifted around and fully emptied into it. “Ahhhh, I couldn't help myself.” the labrador sighed, stifling a gentle burp. He ran his hands along the surface of his belly, feeling his prey inside move beneath the stretched skin.

But he had a store to watch and couldn't just stand there! With a look of disappointment in himself, the dog carefully and quickly waddled his way back to his bakery, gently closing the door behind him. He was incredibly surprised by the lack of struggling and shouting coming from his large middle, but it almost felt like the man who was in there was… feeling around his stomach?

Tachibana sat himself down behind the counter and ran his hands over his big belly. “I am so sorry! I-I couldn't stop myself, I was just so hungry.” the lab explained to his prey, who seemed to stop moving in order to listen to him. “I promise I'll let you out as soon as I'm done working tonight, so please don't worry.” he tried to assure his snack. He wasn't lying, though most people who were suddenly eaten wouldn't believe him.

What happened next was something that none of his meals had done for him before. The person in his belly had actually started to rub his belly! This almost startled the dog, but it felt so good, the dog's tail gently wagging behind him against the chair while his foot started to kick weakly. “It's alright, relax!” his prey said to him through his stomach, still gently rubbing his belly. “I'm fine with this, don't worry yourself! I can stay in here as long as you need!”

“W-what?” Tachi was astonished by this. He'd never eaten a person who was so okay with it before. However, before he could ask his belly anything more, he saw someone approaching the door. Gasping, the lab jumped to his feet, jostling around his belly in his rush, and the person inside as well. Tachi grabbed his apron and as he started to try putting it on over and around his large belly, he said, “I'm sorry, but could you please stay quiet until work is done, please?” his apron did nothing to hide his large belly, and was hard enough just to put on.

He didn't receive any verbal response, but he swore that one of the bumps on his belly looked like a thumbs up. Tachi let out a relieved sigh, quite thankful to his well behaving snack.

As his customer came through the door, Tachibana leaned against the counter, trying to hide his large stomach out of view. His belly sagged under him, and he could feel its occupant gently trying to adjust themselves from the sudden drop. He gently whispered sorry to his belly before his customer came to the counter. “Welcome, how can I help you today?” He greeted, hoping that his belly would be hard to notice for his customer.

Unfortunately for him, his customer requested a certain bread that was on a higher shelf behind the counter, which compromised his belly camouflage. With reluctance, Tachi straightened himself back up, his belly gently bouncing as he moved. He was forced to press his belly against the shelves as he reached for the bread, and he could feel his lunch gently squirming against him as he was squished in his stomach. “Sorry, sorry!” he whispered, quickly grabbing the order and starting to run it through.

His customer giggled at his large belly which looked as though it was making his work harder for him. “Oh my, we're certainly looking full.” they joked, surprising the dog and making his cheeks turn a gentle red.

“O-oh, just a big lunch.” he stuttered, trying to joke about his big stomach, which he swore started to giggle softly from within after he spoke. His customer laughed, before paying him and going on their way. Tachibana heaved a sigh of relief, leaning back on the counter as he stroked his belly.

The fullness was indeed amazing, but the size of his belly was just so embarrassing to him. He tried to pull his turtleneck down over his belly, but the stretchy fabric just couldn't do it, much to the dog's dismay. And his apron was barely fitting now; Tachibana was barely able to tie it before the customer came in.

The lab sighed, giving up on hiding his belly under his clothes for now. Gently rubbing his belly, he could feel his prey moving around in his stomach, and it almost felt like he was poking around at his stomach walls. “I'm so sorry about squishing you.” Tachi apologized, resting his arm on his belly. “I'm not used to working around… M-my belly.” the big dog's face went a gentle red as he talked about his stomach. In truth, even though he had done this so many times he was just never used to working around his big belly.

Inside his stomach, the dog's snack could feel the stomach grow warmer, and he had enough knowledge on stomachs to know what that meant; the poor dog was blushing. With a laugh, the young man started rubbing the dog's stomach again, trying to help him relax. “Don't worry yourself, it sounds like you just need more practice with a full stomach.” he said to the big dog as he moved his hands along Tachi's stomach walls.

Tachi laughed uncomfortably as he enjoyed the belly rubs he received. “I-I suppose that could be true.” the labrador admitted. “But… is it really alright for me to give into my hunger like… this?” He pulled his hands over his embarrassingly large belly as he said that, his guilt washing over him as he looked at his handiwork.

“Oh, I think that's fine!” The young man said, rather enthusiastically. “And I'd be more than willing to help you out with that too, if you'd want!” he chuckled, “I'm kind of an expert with stomachs.”

“R-really?” Tachibana gasped, a mix of relief, astonishment, happiness, and confusion coming over the big dog. He placed a hand on his belly as he spoke. “No one has ever been so alright with this. Just who are you?” it was then that the lab realized he had forgotten to even introduce himself to his meal. He placed a hand on his head as he felt almost ashamed of his lack of manners. “Oh, I'm so sorry, my name is Tachibana.”

Tachi's stomach gently jostled as his prey moved around to rub as much of his belly as he could. “My name is Iggy, nice to meet you!” The orange haired snack responded cheerfully. The dog felt much more comfortable now with the friendly introductions. But before Tachi could say anything more, the door jingled as another customer came into the bakery. Iggy heard this and silenced himself instantly.

Tachibana straightened himself up and faced his customer, not having any time to even try to hide his large belly. His customer eyed his stomach as the labrador greeted them, giggling as it gently bounced from him turning around. Iggy listened to everything going on outside the stomach, and felt the belly sway around as Tachi moved about to help his customer. “So this is what it's like in the belly of a working predator, huh?” He whispered to himself as he took mental note of everything going on. “And not just that, but an overly shy predator too.” he stifled his chuckle as best he could before gently rubbing Tachibana's belly again.

Tachi could feel Iggy rubbing his stomach, right as he asked for his payment. The dog's tail started wagging happily behind him, making the customer chuckle. “We seem quite happy today.” they said, giving him his money as his face turned a gentle red.

Tachibana laughed and patted his belly. “O-oh, just happy to be of service. Please have a wonderful day!” he responded as the customer made their way out the door. However, before the labrador could even relax, there came a ringing from the kitchen. “Oh, sounds like the next batch is done.” Tachi said to himself, turning around and strolling into his kitchen, this room too full of the delicious and warm scent of bread, if not more so. The dog made his way to his oven, picking up and putting on his soft oven mitts before he opened the oven door.

Iggy was casually readjusting himself around in Tachi's belly, the belly shifting outside as he did so. But suddenly, just as he was finding a nice spot in the dog's stomach, something hard whacked him in the head. The nerd winced in pain and held the back of his head, “Ow ow ow! What was that?” He asked as he gently patted at the spot on the stomach where he felt the impact.

Outside, Tachibana had lowered the oven door and had accidentally whacked it against his big belly. He winced at the sudden pain, but when he heard Iggy responding to the impact, the lab grabbed his belly and stroked it, still wearing his oven mitts. “I'm so sorry! My belly was just bigger than I had thought and I… hit it with the oven door.” he moved his hand over the spot where he could feel Iggy's head and gently rubbed at it. “Are you alright?” He asked his orange haired snack, using his free, still-oven mitt clad hand to retrieve his fresh baked bread from the oven. With his bread out of the way and the oven turned off, Tachi gave his full attention to his stomach and its occupant.

Iggy rubbed his head and laughed. “Oh yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it!” he told the big dog, patting the stomach around him to help Tachibana relax. He could feel when Tachi ran his hands over his big belly, moving with gentle and cautious rubs, probably trying to make sure he doesn't accidentally bother Iggy in his stomach. It was truly interesting being in the stomach of such a cautious and shy predator.

Tachi sighed, “That's a relief.” he said as he ran his hands across the surface of his belly. “If there's something wrong, I can let you out immediately.” he told Iggy as he waddled back into the storefront. Thankfully no one had come in during their time in the kitchen to hear

Iggy scoffed and laughed. “It'll take more than an oven door to get me out of someone's stomach!” The young man said, practically boasting. Tachibana chuckled; he certainly found a very, very unique snack today. The dog hadn’t felt this relaxed after a meal ever before, even if he still didn’t seem that relaxed.

“A-alright, as long as you're comfortable in there.” Tachibana rubbed his belly. The rest of the day went rather smoothly from there, well as smoothly as a day could go with a shy predator who's shy about his belly.

Finally, the bakery closed. The labrador flipped the sign to closed and heaved a relieved sigh. “Finally…” he muttered, stroking his stomach as he felt himself relaxing a little more.

“That was some pretty good work today!” Iggy cheered, rubbing the dog's belly as a reward for a job well done.

The big dog's tail wagged as the young man in his stomach did his work. “Th-thank you, Iggy.” Tachi chuckled, holding his belly in his hands. “But the work day is done now, s-so you can come out now.” he told the human, who seemed disappointed to hear this.

“Awwwwww, alright.” Iggy said, patting the dog's stomach. “If I gotta get out, I gotta.” he added, chuckling.

Tachi laughed softly, certainly an odd fellow. “Alright, a-are you ready then?” the dog asked his big stomach, receiving a rather hard pat in confirmation. The dog sighed and readied himself to bring Iggy back up.

The human sat in the dog's belly, waiting for the stomach to shift and send him back up. He didn't need to wait long. The stomach started to shift and soon enough Iggy was being pushed back up Tachi's throat.

The dog could feel Iggy passing through behind his chest before bulging his throat out as he came up. His belly shrank as its occupant gradually left his stomach, much to its dismay.

Tachibana opened his mouth as Iggy's head entered from his throat. The goof smiled as he stared past the dog's teeth, looking into the bakery.

The lab carefully carried the human out of his mouth, taking his time as more and more of the young man exited his body. Finally, Iggy's feet left Tachi's mouth, the dog sighing and wiping saliva away from his mouth. “There we go.” he chuckled. “I'm sorry if that was not enjoyable.”

Iggy laughed, drying himself off with an apron Tachibana gave him. “No worries! It was great!” The young man cheered, nudging the big dog in the side of the stomach. “We should do this again, you could practice working with a big full belly!” Iggy said, and excited glimmer in his eyes.

Tachibana chuckled awkwardly, but before he could reply his empty stomach gave a deep grumble, wanting food. The dog's face turned red as he patted his flat stomach and chuckled. “Th-that could actually be pretty good.” Tachi said, probably thinking more with his stomach at the moment. The lab paused for a minute before asking, “W… Would you like to work here? Y-you can help me practice working around my big stomach.”

Iggy laughed and nudged the dog's stomach again. “Don't you mean, work /here/?” He joked, making the dog laugh awkwardly since he wasn’t wrong. “But that'd be sweet! Getting a job being eaten?!” The young man got himself more and more excited just thinking about the job. “There couldn't be a job I'd want more!” he cheered. “I accept! When do I start?”

Tachibana was a little surprised by Iggy's enthusiasm. “Y-you can start tomorrow, or whenever you would like.” He chuckled, almost looking forward to the next day. Iggy danced around excitedly, and as he did that Tachibana took a warm loaf of bread off of the shelf and put it in a bag for the orange haired goof. “Here, have this as a thanks for your hard work today.” Tachi said, smiling warmly.

Iggy stopped his dancing and took the bread from him. “Aww, sweet! This smells great!” he laughed. Tachi was glad that Iggy was such a happy and interesting fellow, it definitely made this time much more comfortable.

“Come on.” Tachi said, holding the door open for Iggy. “I'll walk you home, since it's gotten late.” he said, knowing full well that there are some people out there who would just pick a person right off the street and devour them. He knew that embarrassingly well.

“Sure, sounds good!” he said, walking out the door of the bakery. “And if something happens, you can protect me by eating me!” Iggy laughed. Tachibana chuckled softly with him, closing the door and locking it behind them before they started their walk towards Iggy's home.