the people in the back

It had, overall, been a good day. You were home sick while Simon worked at the mechanic center. He hadn’t worried much, leaving you with a warm bowl of soup and the world’s most overbearing dog. You just needed rest.

Still, he was eager to get home to you—grease on his clothes and skin, none of it coming off without scrubbing raw. Boots thudding heavy at the door, he slipped them off, and the first thing he heard inside was barking. Barking, and your flu-ridden, nasally voice sounding annoyed. That was new.

“Oi, what’s going on?” he called, stepping into the living room. Titan sat facing the black screen of the T.V., barking relentlessly. “Titan, hush.”

“He’s been barking at nothing for fifteen minutes. It’s driving me insane,” you muttered from the couch, cocooned in a fluffy robe and the warmest pajamas you owned. Even then, you were still shivering. “Not exactly helping right now.”

Simon frowned, his eyes softening at your trembling frame. “C’mon, bed. You need the warmth.” He walked you back, tucked you in, kissed your cheek, then turned to deal with his hellion.

“Titan, cut it out.” His voice roughened as he clamped a hand over the Dane’s muzzle. “Y/n needs her rest. Don’t be an asshole—you ain’t cute enough for that shit.”

But have you ever met the strength of a Great Dane? Simon had apparently forgotten. With one hard tug, Titan was free, barking even louder. “Bloody hell.” Simon grabbed the collar, bracing to drag him. Useless. “Who the hell breeds a dog this fuckin’ strong?”

He stared him down, frustrated but wary. “You’re dumb, but you ain’t this stupid. What’re you barking at?” He followed Titan’s line of sight—straight to the T.V.

“You’ve lost your goddamn mind, mate.”

Still, Titan wouldn’t stop, and your headache was only getting worse. Simon hauled the beast to the laundry room, shutting the door tight. Finally, silence.

But with Titan muffled, Simon could hear the house.

And his heart started to race.

Static. Static. Static. Static.

“Don’t even think about it. We’re pulling back. That’s an order.”

Across the road—civilians trapped in rubble, a mother screaming, a child sobbing.

“We can’t just leave them, Ghost.”

“Not your fight. Not today. You step out there, you’re done.”

“Better me than them. Cover me—I’ll be quick.”

And before Simon could grab him, he was gone. Through fire and debris, dragging one man out, then another— “Fall back! That’s enough!”

Radio silence. Nothing but static. Endless. Merciless.

Static. Static. Static. Static.

The hiss filled Simon’s ears, burned in his lungs, blurred his sight. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. His fists clenched as memory became reality—he was back there, watching them vanish into smoke, hearing the life drain from their voice into the void.

The noise—where was it? His wild eyes found the T.V., buzzing faintly. He yanked the cord free with shaking hands. Stood frozen, breath ragged.

BOOM.

The laundry door crashed open, ripped from its hinges. Titan barreled out, bounding straight to Simon’s side. The dog pressed close, whining softly, massive body bracing him, grounding him.

Hours later, you woke—feeling lighter, stronger. Padding into the living room, you froze. Simon sat on the floor, slumped against the couch, asleep. One scarred hand resting atop Titan’s head.

Titan’s tail wagged weakly, eyes never leaving his master, soft whines humming in his throat. Watching. Guarding.

You knelt, fingers brushing Titan’s fur. “Take care of him,” you whispered.

The Great Dane only leaned heavier into Simon’s side.

—————-

who could be our fallen soldier? 👀

Windmill village was in such a buzz that you know immediately knew what it meant, Shanks and his crew would be in town soon. The arrival of the Red Hairs Pirates meant good stories, good drinks and even better company.

You went down to the bar to see Makimo in a rush, readying barrels of beer and rum. Today would be one of her biggest sells of the year. She politely nods to you before getting back to work.

“Y/n! Y/n! This is the day. I know it. Shanks is going to let me onto his crew!” Luffy, a young boy that you had a hand in helping raise calls excitedly as he runs around in a hurry to the docks.

“He’d be lucky to have you, Luffy.” You say chuckling. “C’mon, let’s go to the docks together.” You hold your hand out, which Luffy happily takes as he tugs you forward excited to the ocean.

The cool breeze coming from the sea is a balm from the blazing summer sun. The wood planks creaking under you and Luffy’s feet, as you approach the dock- in infamous ship docked and unloading.

You see Yasopp unloading crates, he grins seeing you, “Y/n! My, my, how have you been lass? Prettier everyday.” He says setting down the crate to give you a hug. You’ve known the crew for years, they were all closed family.

“Just fine, thank you, Yasopp. Good to see you too.” You say chuckling.

Luffy tugs on your shirt, “Hey! I wanna say ‘hi’ too!” He says as he tries to wiggle between you two to join in on the hug.

“Oye! Luffy! Get up here and help us haul these crates!” A crew member orders as he comes down the ramp with crates himself. “Y/n, lovely to see you as always.” He bids as he walks down the dock.

As everyone comes down the vessel with there haul in tow, you shake your head and sigh when you see the smirk on Shanks face.

“Sweet lass, where have you been?” He asks dramatically as he comes down the ramp, and quickly wraps and arms around your waist, tugging you against him.

“Mm, better question, where have you been?” You ask him noticing new scars on his chest as your pressed so close to him.

“Oh, you know… the edge of the world,” He says shrugging before chuckling and suddenly kissing you. “Missed you.”

Your used to the nature of Shanks and reciprocated the kiss. He moved feverishly as his lips move against yours, before tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, and delving deeper into the kiss with his tongue. Soft groan leaves him at the familiarity, the history. God, he missed you.

“Shanks! Stop it!” Luffy huffs suddenly pulling the red head away from you. “We don’t have time for your- shenanigans, you need to catch me up on your adventures!”

You laugh at Shanks defeated glance he sends your way before picking up Luffy and setting him on your shoulders. “Here’s a lesson: the best thing about pirate life is coming home to that special someone.”

Luffy rolls his eyes. “Sure, Shanks.”

You and Shanks laugh as you three walk to Makimo bar, Luffy excited to listen to the adventures of the men- who were surely already two beer kegs through.

•••

The night was a buzz, and the energy was boisterous and lively. Tons of village people listening and drunk. When things were getting a little too heated for young eyes, you all bid Luffy good night.

“Shaaaanks, let my stay up with the men!”

“Go on, little man. We will be here in the morning.” Shanks says.

The boy huffs, but after a wave and prolonged goodbye he leaves, to which Shanks is quick to call you over and sitting you on his lap as he drinks. “Finally.” He says exasperated, and everyone begins laughing.

“If it weren’t for the good beer and port, I’d say the only reason we dock at Windmill Village is so Cap’ can see his lass!” Says one of the members while laughing.

You shake your head, slightly flustered, though Shanks doesn’t know the concept of embarrassment or shame as he drinks and holds your hip with on hand and another on your thigh.

•••

Benn Beckman was recounting an encounter the crew had with some Marines, everyone was attentive and hanging onto the edge of there seat- so were you, except because Shanks was currently pumping two fingers unforgivingly, in and out of your wet cunt.

His hand slithered from behind and under your skirt, underwear pulled the the side as he worked you. Other hand holding a mug full of beer.

Your thighs quenched together and you downcasted your gaze as you tried to control your facial expressions and reactions.

“Shanks…you, couldn’t you pick a more appropriate time..?” You ask breathless and whispered.

“This is an appropriate time, y/n.” He says coming to whisper up to your ear. His warm breath fanning shading your skin eliciting a shiver. “I have to stretch you out before tonight, don’t I?”

You huff and try to rebuttal his faulty logic, you swallow a moan, though whimper slipped through your lips. His thick fingers curled and slid, his thumb rubbing you off. When you feel the overwhelming pleasure turn to a force able orgasm, you hesitate.

“Mmm..Shanks not here,” You say voice held back.

He chuckles and instead of reassuring words, he kisses your neck. His lips spotting your skin, and when he finds your pulse point, giving it extra attention.

“Shanks-!” You whisper yelled at him.

“Shhh, you don’t want the entire village to know your cumming on my lap, do you?” He says smirking with a devilish grin as he feels your body tense, a coil tightened to fringes about to loosen.

“Fuck…” You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. So on Shanks lap, surrounded by his crew and the entirety of Windmill Village, you let yourself have the orgasm Shanks has been curating.

“Fuck, lass, don’t make face.” He says smirking as he watches your expressions, his fingers still rubbing you through the high.

It was so lewd, but god did it feel good. Maybe it was the risk of getting caught, or the fact that you’ve just been deprived while Shanks was away of sexual pleasure, but it hit you harder this time. You could feel his hard cock press against your ass, he wills himself to still his hips, as he feels you rut against him.

And suddenly out of nowhere Shanks stands, causing you to almost buckle to the ground if it weren’t for him holding you by the hips.

Titan was usually a dick to Simon. He still was a dick to him, but less of one as of late, and Simon couldn’t tell why but- thank god almighty! You know how tiring it is to be knocked behind your knees, get your ankles nibbled on, with constant scratching and barking? Hell. It’s hell.

The only thing that sedated Titan was you, and because you and Simon have taken the next step in your relationship and you’ve moved in- Titan has been over the moon, because you spoil him tooth achingly rotten.

“Get the damn mutt down my bed.” Simon growls when he comes into his bedroom- he’s tired. exhausted from days work and just wants to sleep when he sees the devils hell hound on his side of the bed.

“But he wants cuddles….” You say cuddling into Titan side.

“He also wants to occasionally eat shit.” He huffs as he walks over to his side of the bed and tries to push the Great Dane down. Titan doesn’t budge.

“Baby you gotta ask him, nicely.”

“You’ve lost your goddamn mind, I am not asking him anything.” He tries again, Titan just smiles.

“Si, ask him.”

“Y/n, baby, no.”

You sigh at his stubbornness and decide to put aside your hope of him asking. “Titan, can you please lay to the foot of the bed?” You ask him motioning to the spot. And as if he spoke English the dog shifts down to the end of the bed.

“What has the world come to? I have to ask the mutt permission to lay in my own bed.” He mutters as he scoots under the sheets.

——

Simon started to notice the way you treated Titan, like he was a person or something, and it drove him crazy.

“One piece for me,” You whisper before taking a bite of bacon. It was noon and you and Simon… and Titan, were having a lazy Saturday. “One piece for you,” You give Titan a strip of bacon. He sat under the table head peaking between your thighs as you secretly fed him.

Simon’s the twitches as he knows your feeding hells hound. “Y/n, stop feeding it.” He says as he eats his eggs.

“First off, it is a he,” You say pretend you haven’t been dealing under the table, “and i’m not feeding him.”

“I can feel his tail slapping my legs with every piece you give him.” He says unimpressed. “He has dog food.”

“Just a little spoilage. He’s all muscle, he’s not fattening up anytime soon.” You say defending your cause.

Simon groans.

——-

Your lazy Saturday day consisted of cuddles, conversations and snacking. You’ve been in pjs all day. Simon was currently in the kitchen popping popcorn on the stove when he peers to the living room to see you.

“Y/n, that’s too far.” Simon says suddenly.

“What?” You ask taken back.

“You’re letting him rest his head on your tits!”

“I let you rest your head on my tits.”

“That is not the same.”

“I can make the argument that you’ve been down bad like a do-”

He shoots you a glare and you can’t help but laugh out loud.

——-

You both decided that you both needed to get some vitamin D, so you two were currently in the crisp Autumn air, arms linked and Simon holds Titan leash.

“How long have you had Titan?” You ask Simon as your head rest against his forearm, his arm protectively around your waist.

“Master Evil? I’ve had him since he was a pup. He was better than, back then he wasn’t a hellion. It’s been five years since I got him.”

“Yeah? You guys have been together for a while.”

“Eh, I guess after five years you gotta.” He thinks, “There was this one time, before I had him trained, I was out, and he ran out the back gate and when I got back it was so late and I couldn’t find him. Scared the shit out of me. Was out on the streets like a damn fool, random ass shoes on my feet as I find and chase him.”

You laugh and watch as Simon glances at Titan with melancholy and memories.

“He’s part of the family, huh?”

“Y/n please-”

“He is! You love him, despite all your complaints.”

“I don’t love him. I tolerate him.”

Titan suddenly stops walking and Simon runs into him, grunting as he trips.

“Never mind, take it back. He’s a bitch.”

He wanted it to be special, it was your second year anniversary of being with you and he needed it to go just the way he knew you would love it. He made all the necessary reservations, arrangements and plans so when they day came everything would go as planned.

and everything did in fact, go as planned,

almost.

You had just made it back to his home from your

dinner at the restaurant. You both dined wonderfully, and wined just enough so that you were both loose and relaxed than before.

Coming in he closed the door and was instantly on you, having you cornered between himself and the front door.

“Can’t believe you wore this dress just for me,” He says with a dark grin as his hands go to your waist. Pulling himself closer against you, and in turn your back on the door as he goes to press his lips against your neck. “Such pretty wrapping paper for the gift underneath,” He murmurs between kisses.

Your hands wrap around his shoulders, baring your neck to a side, inviting his affections. “Mm, I know I hit the nail on the head with this years gift,” You say with a chuckle.

“Every year with you is a gift, sweet girl.” He says pulling back from the skin of your neck to your eyes, his right hand slithering up your side to then hold your jaw. “Can I kiss you, love?”

You smile and chuckle to his chivalry. “You better kiss me,” You tease as you pull yourself tighter against him, your dress and his dress shirt the only material between you two as he leans down kissing your lips.

Every thought in his mind is a thought of you. Every desire coursing through his body is desire for you. Every breath he breathes, is in need of you.

So of course he’s oblivious to the fact he forgot to put Titan in his cage. But he’s reminded when as you’ve just opened your mouth enough for him to delve deep-

Bark!

Followed by Simon grunting as Titan pushes him behind the back of the legs.

“The fuck-” Simon pulls away from you and immediately scowls at the appearance of the canine. “I forgot to put the big shit in his cage.” He huffs.

“Awww, hi Titan,” you say going and bending down to pet the big loving dog. “You missed me?” Titan of course sits politely so you can pet him, tail wagging and eyes wide.

Simon glares at Titan as you slip away from his hold to pet the damn dog.

“I’m going to put him in his cage,” Simon says grabbing Titan by the collar to guide him.

“No, don’t do that. He’s a good boy, just let him be. You and me can just close the door to the room.” You tell him as you give Titan a kiss on the head before standing up. “Be nice to him.”

Simon rolls his eyes, before pulling your hand and guiding you through the house to his bedroom. Muttering annoyed by the canines presence, as Titan follows you two. When you both enter the room and Titan tries to follow, you gingerly close the door before he can enter.

Simon, trying to push the interruption behind him, sits down on the edge of his bed, before calling you over, “Love, get over here.”

With a smirk and a smile you walk over before sitting yourself down on his lap. “You should just focus on me, ignore the distractions,” You tease as your hands behind unbuttoning his shirt.

Simon huffs at the remark, his hands sat on your thighs as they gently knead and glide deeper under your dress. His lips curling into a smirk as he watches your breathes become heavier, your eyes fluttering and grip just a tad tighter.

“You should focus on cumming when and only when I have my cock in that needy pussy.” He whispers harshly in your ear, as his hands meet the lacy material of your panties, and traces your outline with a tantalizing finger. Your hips shifting against the spine shivering touch. His finger slipping past the lace edge and he groans when he’s met with your wet squishy entrance. “Ain’t no better way to celebrate than fucking you good, huh”

You were going to respond but you have to close your mouth to avoid moaning so deprivingly when he pushes through his thick middle finger and curling it up inside you, his thumb you your clit.

“Ha- you call this..fucking?” You push him on as you feel your hips twitch under his touch.

He pushes another finger, the stretch burning so good, a soft gasp leaving your lips. His other hand goes to the zipper of your dress, and in one harsh swift movement he unzips it completely, the material falling down and collecting at you hips.

BARK BARK BARK

The sound of scratches to the bedroom door and repeated barking interrupts the moment.

Again.

This time Simon in physically irritated, and you wouldn’t had been bothered to care until you feel Simon remove himself- leaving you feel empty and needy.

“Si, come back,” You huff and pout when he softly turn to leave you on the bed, but standing up himself.

“Let me put that damn mutt in his cage so that I can properly take care of you, love,” He says as he walks over to the door. Before he can walk outside, Titan rushes in.

Immediately going to the bed, where you’re sat in the middle. Despite your need you have to laugh and the dynamic between the two boys.

“Your such a big clingy baby,” You say watching as the Great Dane comes up to you in the bed, snuggling into you and resting his head on your thigh. Your hand goes to his head and pets him.

“Y/n i’m trying to get him out of the room.” His voice agitated. He would had been more patient with the situation if he didn’t have a painful hard on strained under his clothes.

“He doesn’t wanna.”

“To hell with what he wants, I want you.”

You laugh, “Ok, ok,” you hop out the bed, becoming Titan. “Come on boy.”

And as if an invisible leash connected him to you, he obediently follows you to the room. Tail stuck high as he passes Simon. To which Simon sneers, “Cockblock.”

Titan had allowed you to cage him, with a handful of treats, and a good amount of head pats. Letting you and Simon finally indulge in each other without the worry or distraction of Titan in the way.

He was about to throw the mutt on the grill.

He couldn’t believe his great dane was puppy dog eyeing you for scratches. The dog was half your damn size.

Simon was worried at first, despite your excitement, when he told you he owned a dog. His great dane, Titan, was intimidating to most and he had a bad temper. He had spent weeks trying to slowly get you and Titan acquainted, he worried that the giant dog would growl or bark at you and scare you off.

He worried for nothing.

The minute you visit his house for the first time with a pup cone, Titan loved you. Since that first meeting, Titan has yearned and earned your affection, and attention. Which you have never denied him.

It has gotten to the point that Simon feels he’s third wheeling in his own relationship- when it comes to you and his dog!

And god forbid he and you disagree.

Simon wasn’t even yelling, he was just passionately explaining his reasoning. You huffed and rolled your eyes- at what to you, sounded like excuses. Crossing your arms in annoyance. To which Simon’s takes a step forward and grabs your arm (to uncross them) before Titan comes and pushes Simon behind his knees and barks.

Flabbergasted and furious, Simon quickly turns glaring at his dog.

“The fuck you looking at, mate? Were just talking.”

To which in counter argument, Titan just continues his barking- and Simon has to retort to putting him in his cage in the laundry room, where the barks were (more or less) muffled.

“When did you become someone’s bitch?” Simon mumbles to Titan as he watches as you sit on the floor so the overly large dog can lay across your lap.

“Don’t be jealous, Si.” You tell him chuckling as you scratch Titan behind his ear, his tail wagging nonstop.

“I’m not jealous of a damn dog.” He huffs, arms crossed.

“Babe…we should go to bed now.”

“Oh?”

“To sleep,” Katsuki clarifies as he wills you to stand up and off his lap as he still has a loose hold on your hip.

You look at him bewildered.

“What? We were just kissing- why do you wanna go bed? It’s not because of me. I’m an amazing kisser,” You ask arms crossed over your chest. You had come to your boyfriends’ dorm to have him help you for the upcoming test, with ulterior motives, of course, and suddenly out of nowhere mid make out session pulled away.

“Because, Y/n, it’s late,” The way he said it made you think that when you’d look to the clock it would read 2:40 AM. It read 8:45. He gets off the floor and stands to change into his pajamas. “I should have been in bed fifteen minutes ago… you too.” He says sternly.

“You’re crazy.” You say huff watching him change as you’re sat on his bed. “You going to kick me out too, Kats?” You ask sarcastically.

“If you keep that prissy attitude I just might.”

“You’re the only man I know who could just…stop… to sleep.”

“I pride myself in my self-control.” He says with a cocky grin as he steps back over, change, teeth brushed and ready for bed. “Scoot over.” He mumbles with a grunt as he pushes you to the right side of the bed.

“I’m putting my cold feet on you.” You threaten as you cuddle into his side under the blanket of his bed. His arm instinctively going over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Go ahead and i’ll blast the soles off your feet.” He says unbothered as he yawns. “You ready for your test tomorrow? I swear if you get anything below an 80% these session will strictly be for studying,” he threatens.

“I got it, Kats, we studied for hours. No way i’m failing.” You say overly confident and optimistic.

“You better.” He says sharply before intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a kiss. “Goodnight, idiot.”

You huff, but smile nonetheless, “Goodnight, firecracker.”

….