#he really looks like some big dude bro puffing out his chest

[l3irdl3rain]

tried to take pictures of Joey and his bf decided to be an overprotective ass and get in the way

[billthedrake]

DYNASTY

This story was inspired by A4F Tales' (@talesfromunderthemattress ) story Parental Unit. Consider this an unofficial sequel of sorts.

Kevin was driving. He almost always insisted on driving if it was the both of us. Now as I looked over at my older brother, I was glad he was behind the wheel since it gave me a chance to scope him out. Even now, after 8 years of being married, at least in our minds, I never got sick of looking at him. His hairline was receding but if anything that made his solid coach bod even better looking, kind of the best of both worlds, being a 31 year old dude starting to rock the daddy look a little.

"You think Dad hit the bars tonight?" I asked. Still feeling the glow of date night and the buzz of the extra glass of wine I had because I wasn't driving.

Kevin's normally serious expression turned into a slight laugh of a grin. "Probably bro. You know how he's alwasy going on about not getting enough pussy."

I chuckled and puffed out my chest like Dad as I imitated him. "What you boys have going on is great and all... but I'm 50/50, you know," I said in my best Craig Stansell baritone.

Kevin laughed. "Whatever it takes, babe," he said, looking away from the road quickly to flash me a grin. "Besides, the old man's almost 60. Let him have his pride."

"58 and a very fine 58," I chimed in. "You think we ever push him too much?"

My husband seemed to think that over a second. "Not really, no. If anything, maybe not enough." He patted my thigh. "If he found another woman, you know, settled down again... would you be upset, Kyle?"

I didn't have to think of my answer. "Selfishly, yes. But I want him to be happy bro, you know that."

"I do too, of course," Kevin continued, thinking out loud as he turned into our subdivision, where we'd been shacking up as brothers ever since I moved down to Florida to work under him in the college football program he coached. "I just think, you know, he's kind of what makes our relationship work so well."

I'd thought of that too. Kevin and I had both given up our asses to each other, many times, and would gladly continue to do so. But we both preferred topping and all around loved the rush of fucking a man. "We'd make it work regardless, Kevin," I objected. "But I know what you mean."

He nodded and held up his left hand after he turned toward our street. "It was fun wearing our bands when we go out."

"Fun's an understatement," I growled softly. It had been a nice romantic evening, but my big brother was gonna get me hard, fast. "Wish we could do it more."

"It's risky," Kevin said, lust in his voice. "But we'll have to find a way."

The Florida air was warm and muggy. That's the one thing I'd never get used to, but beyond that this was paradise. Maybe because it's a place Dad could take an early retirement to and not bat an eye, living in an in-law addition behind our place.

"Hey guys," our father said, peeling his eyes off a Ravens-Steelers game on TV. Ever since coaching college ball, Kev and I relished our Sunday days off, and had grown less interested in following the NFL religiously. But Dad was still sports obsessed and maybe missed his own coaching days, more than a little. "How was date night?"

Kevin casually patted Dad's meaty shoulder through the man's T-shirt. It still blew my mind how casually our father had sussed out me and Kevin's sexual relationship, early on and how he not only didn't seem to mind but actually covered for us. Only later did I discover he'd fooled around with our Uncle Rick growing up.

"Great," my older brother said, looking over at me with a wink. "Nice to have some one-on-one time with my special man."

Dad grumbled. "You boys should take your special time any goddamn time you want. Forget I'm here if you have to. You guys are married, and just because you asked me..."

"All right, Dad," Kevin laughed, holding up his hands like he was 17 and being delivered another lecture. "Me and me husband are gonna go to our bedroom and have hot date night sex, OK?"

Dad got a big grin on his gruffly handsome mug. Unlike Kevin he still had his full head of hair though it was almost entirely gray now and maybe not as thick as it once was. "That's more like it."

Kevin patted his shoulder and turned to walk back to our room. I knew he was horny from our conversation, and since yesterday was game day and as usual we didn't usually get around to sex, my brother was undoubtedly feeling as backed up as I was. "Good night, Dad," he said.

"Good night," I said to my father, only leaning in for a quick peck of a kiss. On the lips. "You OK on your own tonight, Dad?" I asked.

"Son... if you don't get back there quick, your brother's gonna have some major blue balls," he joked.

I about asked about his blue balls, but instead just took the hint. "All right, Dad. Have a good one."

Kevin was already naked when I got to the master bedroom. I liked stripping for him as he watched and stroked his fat brother bone. "Jack is doing a great job with you," he said, referring to the strength and conditioning coach for the team. Even if I wasn't a player, I took advantage of the man's expertise and encouragement. While Kevin had a naturally medium-build coach bod, I was getting more jacked, almost like a tight end. The more I did, the more my husband loved it.

"Remind me to thank him," I grinned, stepping forward naked to the bed.

We were both horny but we also loved the physicality of making out before swapping blow jobs.

I took my big brother's dick into my mouth, slowly working him up. "Damn, suck me KS," he urged, using my initials as a pet name ever since we first fooled around, back in the day. "Suck your big brother." Those words never failed to turn me on. I blew him with longer deeper mouth strokes, using my hands to feel his hairy balls and hold his prick. Kevin was in shape, but that coach-bod padding felt real nice and softly furred against my forehead as I managed a deep throat.

"FUCK!" my husband grunted, holding me down playfully on to his hairier crotch. "You're too good to me, man." He let up on his grip and I started bobbing again, trying to work him to a good, heavy cum.

Only as Kev was getting too close, he pulled me off, gently pushing my head back once his thick prick cleared my wet lips. "Let me return the favor, bro."

I nodded and I knelt on the bed, letting my older brother lean forward and start licking me. "God, I love date night," he hissed before he bagan taking me into his mouth."

It was hot, very hot, watching my successful head coach of a brother go down on me, his masculine face getting an intent look as he did his best to blow me. It had taken a few years actually to convince my cocky brother to actually go down on me. Now, he took oral service as a serious job, as much dedicated work as studying game tape. You'd think that approach would be a turn off, but instead it drove me wild to see Kevin treat my pleasure like his biggest mission in life.

I could have let him get me off, but something was on my mind.

"Think we should invite Dad back, bro?"

I thought Kevin might be pissed off or at least bark his usual reminder that it was date night. Instead he pulled off my hard dick and slurped back the excess spit before he nodded, "Go get him."

I leapt up like an excited puppy and strutted into the living room, naked and hard. Dad was still watching the game, and I startled him when I put both hands on his shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze. "Feel like joining us?" I asked simply.

He looked up and his eyes went wide when he realized my nakedness. Kevin wasn't the only one into my new jacked-up body. "Don't want to spoil your date night, Kyle," he said softly.

"When did you ever spoil anything, Dad?" I asked. "But it's up to you. We'd love to have you with us tonight."

He nodded, and god I could tell he was horny for it. "If you're sure."

"Sure I'm sure," I said. I gave a reminder. "But it's the master bedroom."

We had a ritual about this. Turns out Dad was on board, as always. "I want that," he said quietly but confidently.

I appeared first, and Kevin was already lubing up his cock, confident Dad would come in too.

"Hey Dad."

It wasn't Kevin who said that but our father, who was stepping out from behind me and peeling off his T-shirt. His 58 year old frame had always been muscular, an ex-jock's build, but since moving to join us in Florida, he'd kept at the weights hard to stay solid. He was very much a silver muscle daddy, tanned and buff, though with the telltale roughness in his skin from a man that age.

"Pop says you guys want me to join you," our father added, getting into the psychodrama we'd honed over the years. One that played out not every night but at least once a week.

"Come on, son," Kevin said, patting the mattress and scooting to make a spare spot. "We love having you in our bed."

Dad never played favorites, but when we did role reversal like this, Kevin was Dad and I was Pop and that just intensified the bond he had with his eldest. I watched as Dad scooted next to my brother-husband, letting Kevin take the lead to claim a kiss as Dad's furry muscle daddy body almost arched like a cat in Kevin's greedy embrace.

I never got sick of watching those two men kiss. It was romantic and sexual at the same time, in equal parts.

It turned me on to see how much our father loved it. His old man had been a legendary football coach, and after a number of threesomes Kevin and I sussed out that Dad had some giant-sized Daddy Issues of his own. A little role play and pushing the envelope and we settled in on this.

Dad was our son only when joining us in the master bedroom, but we embraced it so heavily that for that time it felt real to us. Real to Kevin, real to me, and real to our dad.

For his part, Kevin outright loved playing Dad to our father. As hot as the sex was between me and my brother, this brought out his more assertive side.

Already he was making his way down Dad's silver-furred body, kissing down that mature muscle and nudging our father's legs up and back. Dad complied. "Oh yes, Dad," he hissed. "Eat out my son hole."

He got into it, into that intimate connection between my brother's tongue and his sphincter, gently loosened from Kev's and my regular fucks. "God, Pop, I love you guys," he hissed as I lay next to him. And like that, me and my father were kissing. Deep, tongues battling, sucking the air from one another.

We got lost in that incest kiss. Me being daddy for my father and both of us loving that head-fuck. Either we made out longer than I expected, or Kevin was real impatient that night. Before I knew it, Dad pulled back and turned to look at Kevin who was holding our father's legs and entering him with that heavy brother cock of his.

"God, yeah," Dad said. "Dick me, Dad. I need it so bad, sir."

The S word was like poppers to Kevin. He growled and plowed right in. The first time he'd taken Dad like that I was pissed off and a little worried. But turns out Dad loved it. Even if that ex-NFL-er cock softened at the rough intrusion, Dad was always back to full hardness quickly.

That's how it played out now. I watched excitedly as the dick that made me steadily got its lead hardness again. I slicked my father's prick up with lube and slowly stroked while Kevin pounded him with harder faster stokes.

"Fuck, son," my coach brother hissed, throwing that beefy body into an athletic performance. Even if I preferred to top more than bottom these days, just watching my husband in rut made my vers side rare up and crave Kevin inside me. We'd have to see how long I'd go before making that a reality.

"Fuck me Dad!" our father bellowed, getting real into it, his hips bucking a little to work his cock in my lubed fist and to meet the fantasy patriarch's thrusts. "Use my hole, sir."

Kevin's face scrunched up and I knew immediately he was coming. One of those sudden, no warning orgasm. His normally confident voice became a succession of whimpers as he ejaculated deep and heavy inside our father.

"Hell yes," our dad his, excited to be bred.

I was horny as hell now. Impatiently, I got up and practically pushed Kevin out of the way. "Fuck 'im babe," he growled, placing his meaty paw on my strong shoulder. I looked down and saw his amazing prick wet with fresh cum. The view of Dad's asshole was better. Legs spread wide, our father showed off the now fucked-open hole and the incestuous creampie oozing out.

I'd never done this before, though it had been on my mind. At that moment, horniness overcame any hesitation I had. I leaned down and started licking Dad's pucker.

"Oh SHIT, Bro!" Kevin exclaimed. I didn't have to see to know my brother's softening prick surged right back into a hard watching me felch on his load. It was evident in my brother's voice.

Dad actually chuckled at how nasty I was being. But didn't care. I licked deeper now, rooting for a stronger taste of Kev's cum. I figured if I was gonna have my first felch experience, I'd go all the way.

Dad helped me out, by pushing out a good bit of Kevin's load. That familiar brother-husband flavor filled my mouth, and it drove me wild to realize just how much he'd cum.

"Oh fuck!" I growled as I pulled back, my throat half clogged with that assload. I rushed as I got into the saddle. I hoped to god Kev's fuck was foreplay enough for Dad, because I was coming in. My entry was rougher and more sudden than Kevin's had been.

"Yeah, Pop," Dad hissed. No softening cock this time, my father's meat twitched in its hardness as I boned him.

The dad-son mating was fevered. Dad clenching at my body and me doing my best Kevin Stansell topping imitation. As I fucked Dad and as Dad called me Pop with every other stroke, I imagined doing this to my father over the years, as the man entered his 60s, and even his 70s...

The idea almost tripped my trigger but I held off so Dad could cum. I didn't want to leave the old man high and dry. So I slowed my strokes and tried to work his butt nut. "Yes," he hissed, getting into the new rhythm. It wasn't a Kevin imitation, but a Kyle Stansell fuck.

My brother had actually gone to piss, like he always does after a good fuck. I guess I'd forgotten about him, because I was surprised to feel his hands on my mind and his kiss along my neck. "You're beautiful to watch Babe," he whispered. Instinctively I leaned back into that kiss and embrace, even as I had to slow my fuck down to a slow hump.

It took me a second to register how greasy Kevin's lubed cock was and how adeptly it was rooting in between my tight-end-worthy ass cheeks. "Whaddya say, bro?" he grunted, licking and nibbling at my ear lobe.

I wanted it. God, I wanted. "Yeah," I replied, and all of a sudden I was the center of attention. Dad's eyes on me, hungry but amused at watching me take my brother's cock. Kevin feeling me up to coax me to relax.

My man knew he had to take his time. And it had been a solid four months since he'd fucked me. I was tight as fuck.

But something about that situation was opening me up. Slowly, then more steadily I felt Kevin's thick tool plowing in. Challenging me to accept all of him.

"He's big isn't he, Pop?" Dad asked.

I looked down in my father's brown eyes. "Feels even bigger going in," I answered.

"It's gonna make you feel amazing, Pop," Dad said with sincerity. "Always does."

Kevin loved being talked up like that, and he now thrust more excitedly into me. It was intense but in a good way. Particularly once Dad's ass started clenching down on my own cock, buried deep inside him. My father was stroking his meat once more and sending shock waves to my bone in the process.

I wouldn't saw we had a practiced rhythm doing a fuck sandwich, but we alternated between Kevin driving things and me being the one to move my hips between these two men.

Dad came first. The excitement of watching his two sons fuck combined with the stimulation in his ass.

"Fuck son!" Kevin exclaimed, watching over my shoulder as heavy spurts of semen spurted from our father's reddened cock. "Give it up, stud."

Just hearing those role play words in my ear got me off. I grunted in orgasm, wordlessly but my body tensing and revealing that I'd crossed the line in a major way.

Kevin's hips were now bucking faster, almost frantic in the guy's realization he had a brief window to get off in me before I lost the sex-fueled openness in my ass.

He made it, barely. My brother-husband's strong hands gripped my waist as he powered his second cum of the night inside me. Making up for no-sex Game Day. I accepted his seed, proud that I'd done this, put out for my man.

My brother gave a soft kiss to the back of my neck and slowly pulled out.

This was always the hardest part of the role play. Not going back to our real-life family roles. But we'd learned to keep it going. Wordlessly, we showered off, first me and Dad in the shower, before I stepped out and let Kevin join him.

"You going to sleep with us tonight, Son?" I asked as I toweled off and watched them rinse under the spray.

Dad looked over at Kevin, maybe expectantly but mostly trying to read his reaction. Kev patted Dad's ass. "Up you, son, but your dads would love to have you join us."

It was wild to see the mature man, a pro-ball veteran and a coaching legend in his own right, act like a deferential college kid with us. He smiled and his dick chubbed out a little as he nodded.

I thought I was spent, but my own prick firmed up at the sight. All the way to full erection. Kevin laughed. He'd cum twice and his beautifully thick prick hung soft, water dripping off.

"Gotta warn ya, Son," my brother said. "Us coaches can be real horny bastards sometimes."

Dad chuckled and I watched as he slipped out of Kevin's embrace and dripping wet, stepped onto the bath mat before crouching in front of me in that classic blow job kneeling position.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Dad.... Pop..." Then looking up at me he took my son-prick into my mouth.

[pinkp0ny]

@ttrustfalls said: get your fucking confidence back. i can't do it for you. ( dennis reynolds )

well, shit. the words sting. of course they do, because they always sting like a bastard when dennis is the one spitting them out. for a sliver of a moment, eyes widen with the cadence of a puppy who's just been kicked. but only for a millisecond, because then his signature cocktail blend of delusion and defensiveness takes over, and mac finds himself puffing out his chest and raising his chin with a scoff.

"i'm confident," he insists, blurts the words out with too much desperation for a man who's truly confident. "i'm so confident, bro! i was confident when i banged your mom, so . . . " it's a sore spot, one he only likes to press on when dennis is being a bastard. they're both better at dishing it out than they are at taking it.

scoff slips through his nose. "do i not look confident? dennis, i've been feeling so badass lately. like i could eat nails or some shit!" probably an exaggeration. but he needs dennis to know he's serious. he needs dennis to know he's confident, and therefore worthy of his time and attention. "check it out," bare bicep flexes, brows rising in sync with the corners of his lips. "could fuck someone up with this, dude. that's the big, gnarly bicep of a guy who's confident. right?" dammit. he really needs to stop opening his statements up for debate, but then again, he craves dennis's validation more than he craves air.

[arrowflier]

Arrow write the mickey spotting ian and kev fic challenge!

Had to do this while it was still topical lol, so here goes.

The first time was an accident.  Well, sort of. 

"Ian can help with that," Mickey offered, watching Kev struggle to shift kegs and pour drinks at the same time.

"Thanks man," Kev grunted, hoisting another keg.  He waddled with it along the length of the bar, body hidden behind the counter, and set it down with a heavy thunk.

"Not easy though," he added as he straightened.  "Don't wanna make him strain somethin' before your wedding."

He waggled his eyebrows at Mickey, tongue stuck out, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

He knew exactly what would come next.

"You think I can't lift a keg?" Ian asked from the stool next him.  His voice almost broke on the last word with sheer disbelief.  "I'm not some skinny kid anymore, Kev, I just got out of prison for fuck's sake!"

"Cause there were plenty of kegs there to lift," Mickey muttered into his beer, and almost sent it splashing over the old stained countertop when Ian shoved his shoulder too hard.

"Just point me where you need me," Ian told Kev, puffing out his chest.

Kev eyed Ian, then Mickey, then Ian again.  But ultimately, he shrugged, and tapped the top of the keg he had just put down.

"Uh, this guy here needs to go out back," he said.  "Brought in the wrong one."

"On it," Ian said, and made his way to it.  He bent over at the waist, his hands reaching for the handles, ass stuck out in his too-tight jeans.

Mickey tilted his head, and sipped his drink, admiring the view.

"Whoa, whoa, not like that!" Kev said from behind the bar, arms out.  "You're gonna hurt yourself, man."

"Then how," Ian forced out between gritted teeth, still leaning over, "would you suggest I do this?"

Kev came around, whacked Ian in the back until he let go and straightened with a huff.  Then he took up position at another keg alongside the first.

"Lift with your legs, kid," he said, and dropped into a half squat right in front of Mickey's face.

Oh.

"Like this?" Ian relented, assuming position next to Kev, broad back stretched and straight over bent legs and strong thighs.

Oh.

Kev and Ian each hoisted their kegs, beginning their awkward walk away toward the back, and Mickey leaned so far back on his stool he almost fell off.

Well, he thought as he downed the last of his drink, eyes following two ridiculously built sets of shoulders strain their way across the room.

He could get used to seeing that.

---

The second time, it was definitely on purpose.  He had talked Ian into trying out KevFit after his own misadventure--he was not eager to keep working out on his own, but Ian kept wanting to do new shit together.

They were only one round in at the keg lift station, Ian already grunting and heaving and sweaty next to him, when Kev came by.

"Good form, Ian," he congratulated, clapping a hand on his shoulder hard enough to make him drop the half-filled keg with a clatter.  "Way better than last time."

"Gee, thanks," Ian answered dryly, wiping his forehead with the hem of his thin workout tank, and Mickey had an epiphany.

"Hey, Kev," he said slowly, like the idea was just occurring to him, "You got all this equipment rigged up, but how are you on basics?"

Kev's brow furrowed, his muscled arms going slack at his sides.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like, pushups and jogging and shit," Mickey answered.  "You know, the kind of stuff they do in the military."

He let his eyes widen, and turned them on Ian. 

"Oh wait," he said, "that's kinda your thing, ain't it?"

Ian shrugged, looking confused.

"Uh, I guess?"

"Why don't you show Kev one of your old workouts?" Mickey suggested innocently.  "He could add some things to the whole KevFit routine, maybe bring in more clients."

Kev perked up at that.

"Yeah, why not?" he said.  "C'mon Ian, show me what you've got."

Five minutes later, Mickey was leaning against the "spring water" station, sipping from the flask he had snuck in from next door, watching two ridiculously tall, ridiculously strong fuckers take up half the open floor space doing increasingly impressive pushups.  Right then, Ian had one arm behind his sweat-slicked back, Kev mirroring his form, and Mickey's eyes followed the rise and fall of their bodies with total focus.

"Excuse me," a wimpy, hipster-sounding dude said hesitantly from behind him, " but do you know when they're bringing out more waters?"

Mickey didn't even bother to look.

"Get lost," he answered, waving a hand in the guy's general direction.  "Go drink outa the bathroom sink like a normal fucking person and let me watch my show."

---

The third time, he was pretty sure Ian was catching on.

Not that he cared, honestly--the view was fucking worth it.

"You call that a bench press?" He goaded his husband from behind the bench.  "Kev's kickin' your ass, man, that's just embarassing."

Ian glowered, breath hissing out between his teeth as he pushed up again.

"I'm pretty much pressing you right now," he gritted out, "so I'm feeling pretty good about it, actually."

Mickey hid his grin behind a hand, feigning disinterest even as his eyes followed Ian's bulging arms up and down, lingering on the tight plane of his chest.

"Well he's pressing like two of me," Mickey countered, letting his eyes wander, "so you might wanna step it up, tough guy."

Sure enough, Kev's current weights were at least half again what Ian had, and he was doing an admirable job of lifting them considering that his gigantic self was too big for the bench.  Mickey hadn't considered that when he invited Kev to check out the gym at their new place; it was designed for recreational exercise, not fucking seven foot tall body builders.  The man's legs stretched out awkwardly off the bottom of the bench, knees bent but stuck up far too high for proper form.  His broad shoulders dwarfed the other end, making it look like his upper body was just suspended there.

Mickey licked his lips, watching the shift of muscles under Kev's tanned skin--thank the lord the man shared his aversion to sleeves--and almost got chinned when he leaned too far over Ian's station.

The bar slotted into place without his help, Ian sitting up and wiping his face with a hand.

"Why don't you spot him for a while, then," Ian said. "While I go hit the shower."

He stood, making his way to the door, and Mickey paused, torn.

"Or I could give you a practical demonstration of my ability to lift you," Ian added over his shoulder, and Mickey was making his excuses to their guest and chasing after him before Kev could even finish another rep.

---

Ian never brought it up, after that, but Mickey still decided to cool it, just a little. Ian had seemed a little jealous, at the gym, although you'd never have known it by the things he said later--bet you like it when people look like they can throw you around, Mick--and Mickey did not need to throw a wrench into their marriage just for a little extra eye candy.

But then they were all at the pool together, the Gallaghers plus Mickey, plus Tami, plus Kev and Vee, and he really couldn't help it.

"Damn our men are hot," Tami had commented, sitting in a white plastic chair next to Mickey.

Mickey leaned back with a grin, taking a swig of lukewarm beer, and said, "You think that's hot?" nodding to where Ian and Lip were splashing each other over Franny's head in the shallow end.

"Watch this," he finished, and cupped a hand over his mouth to help his voice carry.

"Hey Ian," he shouted. "Bet Kev could beat you in a race."

"Hell yeah!" Kev called back from where he was manning the grill. "Name the time, man!"

Mickey could see Ian roll his eyes, and worried for the briefest of moments that his husband was done humoring him. But after a brief, hushed word with his brother, Ian was swimming to the side of the pool nearest Kev, saying "right now, backstroke, three laps," and Mickey was falling in love all over again.

"You do this a lot?" Tami asked, amused, as Kev stripped off his shirt and jumped in to take his place at the wall of the pool.

Mickey waited until they were off, arms wheeling wildly through the water and sending the sparkling spray onto sculpted, heaving chests, to answer.

"Define a lot," he said, not looking away from the spectacle as Ian and Kev hit the wall and turned, their swimsuits flashing through the water.

Tami snickered.

"Got it," she said, then, "thanks for sharing the wealth."

The race finished, Ian and Kev lifting themselves out of the pool, water running down their bodies as they clasped hands and went in for a shoulder-slapping bro hug. Ian looked back to where Mickey sat, and smirked.

"No problem," Mickey murmured, watching closely.

Ian leaned up to say something into Kev's ear, and Mickey squinted, like that would somehow help him hear it.

"Ogling the competition, Milkovich?" Lip's voice came from behind, and Mickey nearly fell out of his chair.

"The fuck are you talkin about?" he demanded, twisting around in his chair to look at Lip's knowing smirk.

"Nothing," Lip answered innocently. "Just noticed you've been watching Kev a lot lately."

Mickey scowled.

"And what's it to you?" he challenged. "Nothing at all," Lip said. "Just an observation." His grin widened. "And a distraction."

Mickey's eyes narrowed.

"A distraction from wha--argh!"

He cut off as he was lifted by two pairs of string arms, familiar ones wrapped under his own and different, strong hands holding his feet. He flailed, barely registering the flash of green eyes and a mostly bald head, before he hit the water with a splash.

By the time he surfaced, snorting chlorinated pool water out of his nose, it was to see two grinning faces looking down at him.

"Thought you might need to cool off after watching us," Ian said with a grin, laughing when Mickey tried to splash water into his face.

"Next time you want a show," Kev added, "just ask, man." He waggled his eyebrows. "I learned a few things when I worked that gay club."

Ian laughed again at Mickey's shocked expression.

"You need to work on your poker face, Mick," he said. "But it's okay, we don't mind."

He winked, then turned to walk away, leaving Mickey floating in the pool. Kev left with him, hips swaying slightly, and Mickey bit his lip and watched them go.

"Really?" Lip asked from the side of the pool, sounding disgusted, and Mickey just shrugged without looking back.

After all, if they didn't mind...

[httpdabi]

My pet

Genre: romance, smut, normal AU with no quirks, university!reader x professor! Dabi,

Summary: Maybe skipping his class wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, the detention could wait for some other time, not like you weren’t getting sick of it anyway.

Words: 6.8k

Warnings: 18+, praise kink, bit of fingering in public place, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm yourself down a little. From all the papers, you had to lose the one from Professors Aizawa’s classes, which was pretty important. And the fact that he had a pretty big dislike of you didn’t help either, since you were sure that he will nag about it a whole moth or give you little to no time to write it again.

Rolling your eyes, you collected all the papers on the floor, putting them in one box, accepted the fact that your paper is nowhere to be found. With a big sigh you stood up and poured the hot coffee in your cup to go, before you took your bag from the floor and left your apartment.

You weren’t in the mood for Uni today, but at least you had only few classes, which meant you won’t spend much time there.

You checked your phone one last time, before you locked the door and hurried downstairs to catch your bus. Using the app, you always checked when will the bus arrive, giving yourself 5 minutes to catch it. This time you went out a bit earlier, since Aizawa’s class was the first one. After all you didn’t have the paper done, you couldn’t afford yourself more shit with being late.

,,Fuck’’ you hissed when you saw the bus already on the bus stop. You were about to run, but once you noticed all the people squished in it, you couldn’t force yourself to do it. After all, you were never sporty, every time you had to run to catch the bus, he would simply speed off and leave you half dead on the bus stop. Yeah, you had a condition of a dead horse.

,,I’ll be a bit late’’

you texted your best friend Mina as you sat on the small waiting bench. The next bus will arrive in 8 Minutes, which was enough time for you to smoke one. Upset about everything, you smoked your cigarette almost aggressively, puffing on it like it was your last one.

You don’t run. There is always a possibility that you will die if you run. So, it’s better if you come a bit late, then not at all. You thought to yourself.

Some people don’t come to the classes at all and no one gives a shit, yet you are worried about some stupid paper and being late.

When the bus arrived, you turned the cigarette off and got inside, finding yourself an empty seat as you hopped into it. Momo texted you that Aizawa is not even there and that maybe there’s a chance you’ll arrive before him.

Of course there’s no chance you’ll be able to do it, since the bus driver took his time driving. You were sure they had something against you. When you are trying to catch a bus, they suddenly turn into Formula 1 drivers as they speed off, but when you are inside of the bus, they follow every possible rule and drive so slow.

The moment you arrived, you walked pretty fast surprisingly, every second step you took, you tried to force yourself to run. You tried to push yourself between the students that had their best time in the fucking hallway of the Uni. Most of them giving you a weird looks as you started to run for the first time, upstairs.

Opening the door of the huge class, you stood there confused. The man standing there wasn’t Aizawa, so you looked around to check if the classroom was the correct one. It was. Scanning the room, you saw Momo in the last row giggling at you. Giving the man one last look, you made your way to your best friend.

,, You didn’t check your messages, did you?’’ She whispered quietly, as you hopped between her and Mina. Shaking your head you took out your notebook and placed it on the table, while Momo explained to you what’s going on.

So, Aizawa had some problems which forced him to be absent for the next 6 months, making his assistant Touya Todoroki take over his classes.

The three of you chit chatted quietly, as your new so called Professor was calling out your names to mark the list. Like in high school, you thought to your self as you put your hand up when your last name was called. Professor Aizawa never did that, one look was enough for him to notice who is absent and who’s not.

Everyone knew Touya Todoroki. He was around your age, and that made students a little bit more comfortable around him. You heard that he finished Uni one or two years ago, being one of the top students. Being that smart, and Aizawa’s one of favorites, they gave him the chance to work there as his assistant.

In your opinion, joking around with the students wasn’t really smart of him, since there’s always a possibility that they won’t take him seriously later on. But hey, maybe you were wrong.

Once the introduction was done, and he said enough about himself and all the plans Aizawa had for the next 6 months, he said that he’ll call your names out in alphabetical order, for you to give him your paper and sign the list he prepared for it.

You felt a bit uneasy when you realized that till now, all of them had their work finished and the possibility that you’re the only one that didn’t have it made your stomach twist.

When your name was called out, you thought about some lies you could tell him, none of them good enough.

,,I’ve lost it’’ you breathed out as you clapped your hands and slowly nodded your head. He gave you the ‘’are you serious’’ look as you stood there embarrassed a bit.

,,Is that even possible ?’’ he asked as he raised his brow at you, eying you out while you played with your fingers nervously.

,, Obviously, it is’’ you said, crossing your arms on your chest. What kind of question is that even? People come here and lie about their test being eaten by their pets, yet your honest and sad excuse was suspicious to him.

,, When is the next date ?’’ you added, hoping he’ll give you enough time to write it again.

,,Tomorrow’’ he said, not even looking at you.

,, WHAT ?’’ a scream escaped your lips, loud enough for everyone in the class to hear and look at you. Is this dude insane ? Even tho Aizawa didn’t like you, he would still give you maybe a week to finish it.

,,Take it or leave it’’ he said, with a small smile formed on his lips, like he didn’t just tell you to do something impossible. Rolling your eyes shamelessly, you turned around and made your way toward your seat, where Momo and Mina waited excitedly to ask you what happened and so on.

The moment your last class finished, you had to cancel all of your plans, making your way home immediately after it. That day, you couldn’t even afford yourself to make a lunch or dinner, since every second and minute counted. The only food for you was coffee and cigarettes that day.

The good thing was, that you remembered lots of things you already wrote, but sadly, the paper wasn’t really small, forcing you to write and write without taking even a small break.

You hoped that you’ll finish it till 11PM, since your first class started early in the morning, at 7 AM. Sadly your big hope sank like Titanic when you checked what time it was when you almost finished your paper.

It was fucking 3:37 AM.

That disgusting motherfucker, you thoguht to yourself, as you imagined how great it would feel if you had the possibility to break his fucking tattooed neck.

The moment you heard the alarm, you wished you were dead. If someone placed a gun on your forehead at that moment, you would probably beg him to shoot you. Taking more time then usual, you found yourself being late again. This time you didn’t give a single shit about it. You didn’t give a shit about looking like half dead bird, with your hair tied up in way too messy bun and dark circles under your eyes.

Stomping into the classroom, you didn’t bother to look or greet anyone, forcing yourself to sit in the first row, since more students remembered that they actually go to Uni and suddenly decided that today is the best day to show up. Mina and Momo didn’t sit close to each other or to you either, since the class was unusually much fuller.

Grabbing your phone out of your pocked, once it started to vibrate, you saw that Mina and Momo were writing shit in your little group chat.

,, Are we having this piece of shit all day?’’

you texted, ignoring the topic they were writing about.

,, Yeah, we’ll have one and half hour break in between, and then him again. I don’t mind it tho. Dude’s handsome as fuck’’

Mina replied, making you roll your eyes.

,, Handsome as fuck my ass. Bro looks like random junkie from the main train station’’

you tapped furiously sending the message, scrolling down your Instagram feed, not even bothering to look at him, when he called your name out when he checked the absence list.

,,No phone in my class’’ he said loud enough, when he noticed it. Ignoring his statement, you just continued to use your phone. It’s not his problem if you are using your phone, it’s not his fucking problem if you decide not to follow his class and fail it at the end. Sure, if you were interrupting the class, then it would make some sense. But since you didn’t interrupt him or anyone, it shouldn’t bother him at all.

In one moment, you had your phone in your hands, the next one it was snatched from your hands. Looking up, you saw him standing in front of the desk you sat in, with your phone in his hands, scanning the room if anyone else was using it too. Both Mina and Momo hid their phones fast, when they realized what just happened.

He stood there quietly as he did something on your phone. The only thing you could see was his thumb scrolling something on your phone up. Whatever it was, he had no fucking right to do it and it made your blood boil.

,, There is something called privacy, you sick fuck’’ you hissed loudly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that you had less then one day to finish your paper, but you couldn’t stop yourself from insulting him. The moment you spat those words, you felt his eyes on yours. You noticed a small smirk formed on his lips as he turned your phone off.

,, You just got yourself in detention Miss.’’ He said, as he placed his phone on his desk ignoring your complains.

At that point you weren’t sure if he got all the dislike on you from Aizawa, or if you had that kind of personality that made people easily dislike you. Sure, maybe you overacted and embarrassed yourself in front of the whole class, but in your defense, he didn’t have the right to do it. None of the students were children. All of you had the right to decide on your own if you will pay attention to the class or not.

When the first class was done, Mina and Momo came to you immediately, eyes wide in shock as they talked about what just happened. The two of them waited for you beside the door, as you took your finished paper and made your way toward his desk.

He pushed your phone from the end of the desk toward your direction, as he told your friends that there’s no need to wait for you. Confused, they left immediately, not wanting to pull themselves into troubler or give you more of it.

,, Sit down’’ he said, as you stood there confused as well, gripping tightly onto your paper. Being a bit lost, you didn’t follow him immediately, standing there totally lost.

,, Sit the fuck down’’ he repeated, this time a little louder. You sat there, eyes wide open in shock. Sure, he started off as someone that looked like all of your classes would be fun with him, but with todays actions, and the small amount of time he gave you, definitely changed the view of him to the rest of the students. To you even more, since his sudden behavior wasn’t really pleasing.

,, Paper’’ he simply said, as he tapped with his hand on his desk. You gave it to him immediately, not sure if you are allowed to leave or not, also unsure if you can take your phone or not anymore.

,,Good, now go clean the desks or whatever’’ he said as he took your paper, scanning it a little bit.

,, You gotta be kidding me’’ you laughed. This dude has some serious issues, you thought to yourself. ,, We ain’t in fucking high school’’ you hissed. You were about to grab your phone, but his hand stopped you, as he grabbed your wrist with his left hand.

Without saying another word, he just shook his head towards the direction where the small bucket was. Usually prepared for the Cleaning lady that does her job once the class is over.

You wanted to make even more drama, and curse him out instead of apologizing for interrupting his class, but at that moment you didn’t have the balls for it. First of all, because you were pretty sure he was in contact with Prof. Aizawa all the time, and second, it was already clear enough that he dislikes you more then Aizawa does.

You took a deep breath, as you prepared the water. Hoping he will let you go soon, since everyone else is already on the break and if you were being honest, you were getting pretty hungry.

The whole time, he just ignored you as he was correcting your paper. He already corrected the paper the rest of the class turned in, so he wanted you to have your note too. Aizawa told him about you, never paying attention to the class and appearing just to avoid the shit you could get for missing the classes. He heard enough about all of you, and he wanted to make sure none of you will misunderstand him just because of his young age. Starting of with you, and giving one good example to everyone else. Sure, it wasn’t very nice of him to give you less then one day to finish your paper, but only you were the one without it, and he didn’t want to wait too long for it and make you lose the little focus you had on the rest of the class. He was pretty sure you would mostly focus on the paper you had to write, ignoring the other stuff he prepared.

You took your time cleaning the desks, humming some song that was in your head last few days. When you finished your task, you made your way toward his desk. Sitting down to the desk in front of his own, you wanted to ask him if you may leave or take your phone, but somehow it felt too weird to do it.

,, Spit it out’’ he said, his eyes focused on the paper you gave him. Of course he noticed the little uncomfortable glances you gave him, and the way you played with your fingers. Something about it gave him the feeling of power, in some weird twisted way.

,, Can I go ?’’ you asked fast.

,,No’’ he replied as fast as you asked, like he was prepared for you to ask him that, making you whine loudly. You were pretty sure if it was Prof. Aizawa instead of him, you wouldn’t even dare to react that way.

,, Text your friends to bring you something to eat. You ain’t having the break today’’ he said, still correcting the paper. With a huge sigh you took your phone and turned it on. Messages popping up one after other. Mina and Momo cursing him out, sharing their location with you and simply being worried a bit. You told them about the break thing and asked them to bring you some snack, as you complained how he’s actually torturing you.

His coughing took your attention, making you place your phone on the table as you watched him stretch his arms out, as he placed your paper in front of you. Your eyes widened when you saw a huge D and 52% written on your paper. Some students would just be happy they passed, but not you. The worst grade you ever got in last two years was C, and yet you almost failed this fucking paper, only few percent’s saving your ass.

,, The beginning was alright. You missed lots of points. In the middle, some stuff you wrote didn’t make sense at all.’’ He sighed as he rubbed his right eye a bit before he continued telling you what you fucked up.

,, The end was terrible, from all the facts you wrote, to your grammar. It was painful to read ’’ He added, as he played with the pen in his hands.

,, Not sure what you expected from me when you gave me less then 24 hours to finish this shit.’’ You spat, anger taking over you again. At this point you found yourself missing Aizawa, and first time you felt unsure if you will be able to pass this class.

,,Is this detention done now? Can I leave now ?’’ you asked, wanting this shit finally to be over, ignoring his words from before that you won’t have a break today. At your surprise he just laughed you out, pissing you off even more if it was possible at all.

,, This ain’t your detention sweetie’’ he laughed, as he took his phone out of his pocket. Telling you how you will have to stay every day after classes for 1 to 2 hours to help him prepare his stuff for next classes. For the next four weeks.

You weren’t sure if he was joking around or not. You knew that some students had to do it, for example, Mina had to do it for a whole week, since she pissed off your Professor Shigaraki, always being late to his classes last year.

The next day, you ignored what he told you, as you made your way toward the exit when the class was done, only to be stopped as he called your last name out. That was enough for you to understand that he wasn’t joking around, and that the next four weeks you will have to give up 1 to 2 hours of your precious time.

At the beginning all you had to do was print the papers he prepared for the classes, and grab some stuff he needed while he was writing something down, or correcting some shit. You found yourself regretting the decision to go to that fucking uni. Usually professors don’t give a damn if a student pays attention to the class, if he passes or fail. They are here to teach, not discipline and if you feel like failing, that’s your issue. Well, not in this case. You felt like they enjoyed torturing y’all just for their own satisfaction.

Later on he would command you in the middle of the class to grab something out the office, since you already spent few hours in it, knowing where his stuff is. You also got yourself a new nickname in class, which was ‘’Todoroki’s pet’’.

,, Chill out, you only have 3 more weeks’’ Mina said as she took a bite of her sandwich, saying how she knows how you feel.

,, Bitch, no one called you Shigaraki’s pet. This is embarrassing’’ you whined, taking a sip of your coffee. The two of you decided to ditch the rest of the classes, since it was his one anyway. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone’s shit today, since she had one sleepless night, and you weren’t in mood to stay 2 extra hours.

Both of you spent some time in the café, gossiping about some people form your class and making plans for tonight. Since it was Friday, both of you wanted to enjoy your time a bit, instead of spending the night home being lazy as fuck. Mina told you that Keigo invited the three of you to his little house party that he made every now and then. Every time his parents would go somewhere because of work, he would throw a party that made him so famous among other students.

He knew you, Mina and Momo from the high school and he always got along with all three of you. Sometimes even tagging along with the three of you to grab a coffee, nagging about his affairs and so on.

Mina didn’t go home, since you invited her to come over to your place. Both of you getting a good ass nap before you got ready for the party. She wore some of your fancy clothes and you wore a simple white shirt, and your pastel purple strap dress over it, that hugged your curves perfectly. The two of you did your make up before you wore your black Martens boots and made your way to the party.

Momo was already waiting at the party for you, drinking her beer with Keigo. She placed her drink on the counter when she saw the two of you get in. There were already some people you knew, but you knew that in the matter of time the house will be full as fuck.

,, You two sick fucks, why did you leave me all alone today’’ she laughed out as she took one sip of her beer.

,, No one’s in the mood to talk about that fucktard and his annoying ass classes here.’’ You said loudly, as you made a drink for yourself, mixing Malibu with some cherry juice as Keigo asked the three of you what happened.

,, Professor fucking Todoroki is torturing the shit out of me.’’ You said as you placed a cigarette between your lips. ,, I never thought I’ll say this, but I really miss Aizawa’’ you said in one breath making your friends laugh at your sudden confession.

,, Ah, I heard about your new nickname tho’’ Keigo said with a huge grin on his face, making you roll your eyes. ,, What is it again?’’ he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You were about to tell him to shut the fuck up and drop this topic already, but a arm placed around your shoulders threw you out of the tact.

,, They call her My pet’’ a familiar voice said, making you almost choke on your drink. Momo’s eyes were looking at you in shock, and Mina tried to make herself unnoticed, since she skipped his classes with you today.

,, Bro, I heard that you are giving her some hard time. What did you do to my girl?’’ Keigo laughed loudly, as he greeted his ‘’friend’’. You sat there frozen, totally forgetting that you have a cigarette in your hand, that was now half way done. You weren’t sure how much he heard.

,, Nothing she didn’t deserve.’’ Your prof. answered, laughing together with Keigo. You forget that he was around your age, and that it shouldn’t be such a big deal to see him at party’s like this. After all, everyone enjoyed his company. You, Mina and Momo exchanged one look that told more then any word could. All of you grabbing your drink, before leaving the two of them in the kitchen.

,,What the fuck is he doing here ?’’ you spat out, not giving a shit if he will hear you or not.

,, I have no idea. This was so embarrassing’’ Mina said, laughing loudly as she drowned her drink down, grabbing another one immediately.

,, Why ?’’ Momo asked confused, making you ask yourself how much she drank already.

,,Girl, the fuck are you even asking ?’’ Mina asked her, still giggling around. ,, Usually people get smarter in Uni, what happened with you? ‘’ she added wrapping her arm around Momo’s shoulders.

,, Downgrade’’ you said, making your friends laugh, as Momo hit your arm lightly.

Keigo was playing the music, his phone connected to the large loudspeakers. At the beginning you hated his taste of music, but later on you simply got used to it and at some point you started liking the songs he would play.

The three of you were fooling around, chitchatting with some people you knew from Uni. Once you heard that Anxiety from Blackbear started playing, you made your way toward the kitchen where Keigo was. The moment he saw you he started making some silly dance moves, as you immediately started to hop around and copy his moves. The first time he showed you this song, you literally hated it so much, only later on to learn every word as it became the song of you two.

He started singing as you prepared another drink for yourself, waving your left arm in the air like Keigo did, following the beat of the song. At that point, you didn’t give a fuck about the presence of your Prof, since it looked like he didn’t really want to bother you either.

,, Having fun?’’ Keigo asked, as he placed his glass in front of your lips, forcing you to drink every drop of his drink.

,, Disgusting’’ you hissed, making a face. He laughed at your silly face and reaction as he pat your head. Taking a sip of your sweet drink, trying to cover up the Whisky he just gave you.

,, Touya, your detention ain’t shit. She still doesn’t have any manners’’ Keigo joked, as he shook his head a little.

,, I’m working on it’’ He answered, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

,, Oh shut the fuck up, both of you’’ you blurted, trying not to give them much reaction, since you were pretty sure they were just provoking you at this point. The two of them only laughed at your reaction, finding it cute.

Hopping of the long chair, you pulled your dress down, and made your way to find your friends. The house was full at this point. Greeting every third person, you tried to find either Mina or Momo, only to give up at the end.

Not wanting to go back in the kitchen, you made your way upstairs where the guest room was. Keigo and Todoroki noticed you going upstairs as Keigo tired to call your name out, only to end up being ignored since you didn’t hear shit.

You hopped onto the bed, your feet still on the floor, since you were too lazy to take off your boots. You placed the small ashtray on the bed, and lit your cigarette as you watched the people in the small hallway dance around and have fun.

Taking your phone out of the small pocket of your dress, you sent a message to the group chat, asking your friends where they are and telling them that you are in the guest room. Dropping your phone to the side, you enjoyed your cigarette, and the muffed sounds of the music. Looking at the ceiling, you waited for your friends to reply or come finally, since you wanted to drink and have some more fun.

The moment you heard the door close, your body twitched up.

,, What do you want now ? ‘’ you hissed when you saw Todoroki making his way to sit next to you. Instead of answering you, he just sat beside you, taking the small box of cigarettes and lighting one with your lighter.

You did the same thing, trying to cover the fact that you indeed felt a little bit uncomfortable. You laid down again, ignoring his presence as you puffed on your cigarette. You could feel his stare on you, as you tried to pull your dress down a little, scared it showed more then is should.

He laid down next to you, placing the ashtray to the side. In that moment you wished you were drunk, since the whole situation was freaking you out a little.

,, Chill out doll, we ain’t at Uni.’’ He said, placing his hands under his head, answering your question only now.

He looked a bit different then usual. Wearing simple black shirt with jeans, and Nike airforce. It looked good, but it kinda felt weird since the only outfit you saw him in was the formal one, in the uni.

You tried to move to the side a little, since he was a bit too close. Placing the ashtray on the nightstand, you took it as excuse to move a bit form him. Sure, he was handsome as fuck, sure you wouldn’t mind him that close, laying down beside you, if he wasn’t your fucking professor for the next six fucking months.

He noticed you wiggling to the side. How could he not notice that, as your dress got a bit up without you even realizing it, giving him view of more skin. He’s not stupid, he knew he made you uncomfortable, but he liked it. He liked the way when some of your friends called you by your new nickname. He loved the fact that he marked you his, without trying at all.

The moment you stood up, realizing that your dress is showing more then you intended to, grabbing the edges of it and pulling it down while whispering small apologies, his dick twitched inside of his pants. He placed one more cigarette between his lips, as he grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit on his lap and not giving a single fuck if you could feel his erection.

,, What’s wrong doll?’’ he asked once you gasped in surprise. He loved how you didn’t dare to complain or even say anything. But was there even something to say? Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find yourself to form a normal sentence anymore.

,, You heard what Keigo said. ‘’ he whispered, as he inhaled the smoke of his cigarette. ,, That my detention ain’t shit’’ he added, his finger on your jaw now, making you look at him.

,,What should I do’’ he wondered out loud, turned on only by the confused look on your face. You weren’t sure if he already noticed, but all he did at that moment turned you on. His grip around your jaw got stronger, forcing you to open your mouth lightly, as his lips got closer to yours only to exhale the smoke in your mouth.

,, You know, I have to punish my pet for being absent today’’ he said, his face only inches away from your own. ,, Sure, I thought you were sick at first. But look at you, healthy as fuck’’ he said, his other hand squeezing your ass tightly as he pulled you closer to his body. The position you were in was embarrassing for you, and you were pretty sure if someone walked in, you would be labeled as Todoroki’s pet forever.

He placed you onto the bed, slowly standing up to turn off his cigarette. You weren’t even sure what was happening anymore. You just sat there on the bed, as he locked the door before he made his way back to you. Standing in front of you, looking down on you, he couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his face.

Pushing you back lightly, your upper body fell onto the mattress giving him a perfect view of you, before he hovered over your body. He wanted to fuck your brains out, he wanted to hear you scream his name all over again as he fucked you into the mattress, but he had to risk it all with a question. Since you were giving him mixed signals, he had to be sure you wanted this as much as he did.

,, You sure about this ?’’ he breathed out, hoping you won’t turn into a fucking brat again and storm out of the room, or make any other unnecessary scene.

,,Yes’’ you managed to nod your head. Sure, the risk for you was huge, but what could even happen anymore ? You were already labeled as his pet, because of the stupid detention.

,, Good. Fucking. Girl’’ he said pointing every word out, as he placed soft kisses all over your neck, leaving sloppy purple marks shamelessly. Your breathing got a bit heavier hearing these three words coming out of his mouth.

He didn’t have time for foreplay, first of all, because he wanted to be inside of you, second, because the risk of people noticing was too big. Sure, he was around your age, but at the end he would probably lose his job.

,, Someone’s calling you’’ he said, still abusing your neck. Ignoring the phone and his words, you just enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your neck, wanting more.

,,Pick it up doll’’ commending, he pulled your panties to the side, as he touched your clit, groaning loudly when he felt how wet you already are. The thought of fucking you while you were talking to your friends got in his mind, and he couldn’t ignore it at all.

,, Yes?’’ you asked, sounding whiny more then you should, while he played with your pussy.

,, Bitch, the door is locked’’ you heard Mina on the other line, eyes wide in shock. You tried to pull yourself up, but his hand stopped you as he pushed you back into the mattress.

,, I’m.. I’m not.. ahh shit ‘’ You almost moaned when the sudden feeling of pleasure and pain took over you, as he entered you without a warning. Throwing your head back, you tried to talk, you tried to think of something, anything, to tell to your friend.

Touya closed his eyes, enjoying how your walls felt around his dick. Your pussy felt like it was made just for him. And it felt even better once he heard you fight the moan, while you tried to talk to your friend.

,, Keep being good for me’’ he groaned quietly, as his hips started to move at rapidly speed.

,,Are you with someone?’’ Mina screamed, as you closed your eyes, feeling every inch of his dick moving in and out of your core. All you wanted to do was throw the fucking phone away, and enjoy what he was giving you.

,, Y-yeah, friend’’ you said, trying to hold the moans, as he fucked you hard. Mina hang up after she told you that they will wait for you in the kitchen with Keigo. The moment the call ended, you threw your phone on the bed, placing your hands on his shoulders, finding some comfort in it. You were sure that people could hear the bed slamming onto the walls, maybe even your moans that he muffed with his hand.

,, You feel so good, doll’’ he groaned, every move he made was getting stronger and faster, turning you into a whiny mess under him. You placed your lips on his neck, sucking and biting on it as you tried to keep your moans low. You felt a bit proud of the marks you left on his neck. If you were marked his, then that was the last thing you could do to mark him too. Even if it was a bit.

,, Touya, please’’ you cried when he slowed down. Snuggling your face into his neck, you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down from the pleasure he was giving you. The slow moves were too painful for you, they made you feel every inch of his dick moving inside.

He moaned loudly when he heard his name slip out of your mouth. He wanted to hear more of it, he wanted to hear you beg for him while you say his name all over again.

,, You look so good when you want it’’ he said, tugging your hair back into the mattress, giving himself more access of your neck that was already marked by him, but of course that wasn’t enough.

,, Be my good girl and beg for it’’ he said, not moving at all. He wanted to destroy you, but at that moment he simply had to hear you beg for him.

,,Please Touya, I’ll be good. Please’’ you begged again, and that was more then enough for him.

,, That’s my good girl’’ he whispered, kissing your lips as he started to move his hips again. He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, enjoying the way you were whimpering under him as you wrapped your legs around him, trying to get him closer to you.

,,So close’’ you mumbled somehow, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his fingers rub against your clit. Only few rubs were enough for you to catch your high, biting onto his shoulder as you came all over his dick.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said as his speed increased, shortly after it, he comes deep inside you, groaning into your neck, as your fingers found their way to his hair. You closed your eyes, feeling his seemen filling your pussy up. He continued to fuck you as he was riding out his orgasm, slowly fucking his cum back into your core.

The two of you took some time to catch your breaths. His dick still buried deep inside you. The moment he pulled it out, you whined loudly at the feeling of emptiness. Placing one more kiss on your lips, Touya pulled your panties down, cleaning the cum that was leaking out of you with them.

,, You gotta be kidding me’’ you gasped when you realized what he did, only getting a smirk as a response.

Once he was sure that you were clean now, he pushed your panties deep inside of his pocket, giving himself a little present that would remind him of you, before he commanded you to unlock your phone, so he could save his number in it. Immediately calling his own number.

,, Don’t ever think of skipping my class again for the next six months” he hissed, as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you into kiss. All you could do was nod in agreement, promising that you’ll attend his classes.

He gave you one more kiss, before he left. Telling you to wait a bit, before you follow him, to make it less suspicious. Laying down on bad, all fucked out, you smoked one cigarette as you sent a message to Mina and Momo, telling them that you’ll be there in few minutes, and asking them to make you a drink.

Once the cigarette was done, you found yourself going downstairs, noticing that Touya was already with Keigo, talking about something. The moment you stepped into the kitchen, Mina and Momo started laughing loudly.

,,Oh, I see what’s going on’’ Mina gasped figuring out what just happened. She wasn’t dumb. Maybe others didn’t realized, but your overly marked neck, and the few hickeys around his neck made your friends understand what happened. Not like Keigo didn’t already know, he was the first one to support his friend, making him follow you into the guest room.

The next days, you found yourself waiting excitedly for your detention. Enjoying the time you were spending with him. Enjoying the risky sex the two of you had in the class room, in his office or in the toilet of the University.

Touya didn’t test your limits anymore, he knew that you were ready to do anything for him, he knew that he had you under his spell. But as much as he had you, you had him. He found himself spoiling the shit out of you, driving you home, coming to your apartment almost every evening and buying you little presents you never asked for.

You loved how he couldn’t keep his hands off you, not even in front of the class, ready to risk it all for you. Ordering you to work on some of his papers, while everyone else was chit-chatting or simply playing on their phones when the lesion was done. He wanted to let them all go, so he could fuck you there on the desk, but since it was too early, he just told them to do whatsoever, as you sat beside him, focused on your work.

The small gasp that came out of your mouth, once you felt his hand on your tight, squeezing it tightly, turned him on even more. You don’t wear skirt when you are having classes everyday, he had to grab that chance he had served in front of him.

,, Not here’’ you whispered, trying to look like nothing’s happening at all.

,,Yes here’’ he answered quietly, as he acted it out like he was explaining something to you, slipping one finger into your core.

The way he pumped his finger in and out of you, acting like he ain’t doing shit was driving you crazy. Also the fact that anyone that payed a little bit more attention to you, could probably realize what was going on, didn’t help either. The adrenaline was rushing in your blood, as you squeezed your tights together, trying to tell him that he’s hitting the right spot.

That day he finger fucked you in front of everyone, making sure no one noticed. Even tho no one gave two shits about the two of you, every person in their own worlds, you felt like all eyes were on you. You felt like everyone knew what was going on, as your head hang low, hair covering your face enough for you to squeeze your eyes shut as you came all over his fingers.

Once you found yourself breathing normally, you took your phone, opening the message that Mina sent you.

,, Girl, you can’t be serious’’

The two of you made eye contact, laughing loudly. Well, someone in fact noticed, thankfully no one dangerous.

[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs.

Summary: How would Hybrid!Bakugou would react to being adopted by the reader and their domestic life together. Headcanons and believe me, it's a long one... [2k WORDS OF HCS psjxksdj stop me pls] PLATONIC/ROOMMATES HCS, will do a part two later on with continuation and romance cuz 2kwordsbro...

Notes: I love Hybrid AU!s and I want to indulge myself with this. I barely see these in the fandom, so maybe you guys will like it! Also, depending on how it goes, I'm gonna consider making more for other characters, whachu say? Tell me what you thought and I hope you enjoy!~ ♥

Part 2 here!

× he's a wolf hybrid, and the workers at the shelter warn you that he's feral as you pass by where he was locked

× it seems he was in an illegal fighting ring and nobody could get close to him even if his living conditions now were much better than the hell hole he lived in before

× he growled, scratched, yelled, overall he needed so much help

× normally that would've been very intimidating to you but while the workers tried to push you towards some bunny or dog hybrids they had around, you just froze because the mf said they were considering sacrificing him

× like wHat the fuck?? he's a human being?????? sure he has a tail but what????????

× and you just foken went crazy for a moment cuz you didn't even see him in his cage, he was hiding somewhere under the bundle of blankets he had, probably asleep

× so you just went mental, demanding an explanation because hybrid shelters do not and should not sacrifice a person

× and your increasing yelling just made all the hybrids anxious

× and Bakugou heard everything [who wouldn't]

× i shit you not, the employee tried to explain why

× legit said cuz he's aggressive

× Bitch I'd be aggressive too! I'd bite your jugular off

× course, security was called but you already prepared to call the police, Hybrid Protection Services, your lawyer, your friends, the president, you name it

× and that's when you said you're adopting whoever was under the blankets. NOW.

× always hated the word adopting, but you were looking to give a hybrid a chance since you finally had a spare bedroom in your new apartment

× so like security and the worker just look at each other cuz who tf is gonna be the brave soul to go inside the cage to retrieve Bakugou Katsuki and get rid of you both already

× you're just staring at them like u srs bro? so you just send them to do the paperwork while you decide to go in yourself because you needed to get out of that place ASAP to still contact HPS on this shelter

× security stayed by the door while you hesitantly walked towards the blanket bundle [not so brave anymore] cuz why did that dude have his gun out??????

× but when you approached the bundle and kneeled in front of it you noticed movement

× a fluffy sand yellow tail suddenly came to view and it was big, slowly moving from side to side

× so with the gentlest voice you could muster [after screaming your lungs out moments ago] you tried to talk to whoever was underneath

× you introduced yourself and said you're here to take them home but got nothing, just casual tail movement

× Big Hunkus Brutus Security Guardus™ was getting impatient so he told you to just "fuckin put the collar and leash on the stupid beast" and you just 🙃 fucking excuse u?? while turning towards him

× it was a delicate time and you needed to take it slow, and anyway you knew you'd get that crap off your [hopefully] new friend as soon as possible

× what you didn't expect was the guard to freeze and raise his gun again, but was pointing above your head, not even looking in your eyes

× so you turn and meet a naked chest, scarred, with recent bruising on and big

× looking up you see Bakugou Katsuki, ruffled blonde hair, wild in all directions, red eyes harsh and staring at the guy behind you, only some pants on his form and tail still waving very slowly behind him

× while Chunkus Brutus trembled in place, gun shaking in hands, you were in the fuckin middle of it all

× what you didn't expect is the hybrid to take the collar in your hands and wrap it around his neck, now looking at you, expression still harsh but this time it didn't scream murder [and then grabbed a shirt, thank the heavens]

× progress? making friends? good first impressions?

× na lol you wish but that's spoilers 👀

× the process of adoption went smoothly, and when I say smoothly I mean Robustus Dumbus Brutus behind both of you with his hand still on his gun while all the workers gathered around to see the crazy insane person that adopted The Devil™, the guy that told you about the sacrificing was actually filing the paperwork as fast as possible under the intense gaze of the wolf

× and Bakugou was standing very close to you, btw, like i can feel your body heat close

× he was compliant at first, when you got in the car you started rambling about your house and how he has a room while trying to take the collar off him but he grabbed your hands

× like insanely fast, one blink and firm grip on your hands

× "i ain't gon be your fuckin pet, understood?" he growled at you but made no movement to bolt and run away

× and you just wanted to roll your eyes cuz ok he can kill you anytime but like didn't he get the message when you screamed back there? [also there was this sense of security you had around him or maybe you were just really dumb]

× so when you said you weren't looking for a pet but to help someone and maybe a friend and roommate, he just narrowed his eyes at you

× suspish human, wild doggo no trust

× anywho he took the collar off himself [like extra fast] but you explained that you are going to get him a bracelet or something less degrading since he still needed something with the information tag to have on himself so police will know he's no stray and he wouldn't end in the same craphole again

× journey home was silent, like eery silent

× he just looked out the window intensely, you noticed how he focused on every sign and turn

× you considered asking him questions but honestly with his past you doubted he would even answer so you just started to ramble about your home, stuff you could do around the city [which caught his attention], items you'd have to go buy for him, like clothes, shampoo, any special food, the bracelet

× he stopped looking out the window and just looked at you

× ok he was intensely staring at your side, basically drilling a hole in your cheek with those crimson eyes and it was making you N e r v o u s because making new friends is hard when you're just vomiting monologs, all while driving

× buying things was awkward to say at least, special hybrid stores were rare and for a guy his size it was even more difficult to find anything, which ended up in getting normal clothes and deciding to adjust them for his tail

× while grocery shopping you discovered he actually knew very well what he wanted after a lot of questioning from you

× he finally sighed at your persistent act and just threw stuff in the shopping cart, a surprising amount of spices too

× now for the bracelet part... you decided to spend more on a code that could be scanned to identify him rather than the distasteful ones with name and who owns him

× good thing you planned ahead a long time ago and saved money but you did notice his sharp eyes on you whenever you paid

× and his grunts and judgemental looks at other people with hybrids

× it's as if he wanted to say something, anything, but was stopping himself, which lowkey worried you because from what you heard Bakugou's supposed to be very vocal

× maybe he was glad to be out of the shelter, you know you'd be

× you get home and he follows you to your house, again giving him another chance to bolt somewhere away from you but c'mon both of you knew he'd outrun you so why force him, just let him take his time

× "So this is your room" shook him to the core, legit he just stood silent in the hallway as you presented your house calmly

× sniffing around

× so much sniffing around, tail low while he checked every corner

× once he did decide to check his bedroom, he closed the door leaving you to set everything up

× what you didn't know is that he looked around, shaking with anger

× this is what normal people have?

× sat on the edge of the most confortable bed he's ever had and hoped the idiots of his friends managed to get something like this too

× and the shitshow began when you called him for dinner

× not enough salt, not enough spices

× he was a pain in the ass and as he let go, little by little you started to see him for who he was

× this, this was Bakugou Katsuki, the guy that started to scold you because of the seasoning of the food

× it formed a bond between you, the start of you seeing his real personality

× a Mom™

× slowly started owning the house, although you found it hilarious

× next day you found him cooking breakfast with such an ease it shocked you to the core

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" as he puts a plate of pancakes in front of your

× you just lowkey uwu when you realize he's waiting for your approval as you ate and I swear to you, best pancakes ever

× chest puffed when you complimented his food and this was the first time he mentioned something about his past; seems he had to cook for everyone at the fighting ring he was at, but he didn't mention more

× talking about his past took forever, putting together bits and pieces he mentioned, yet they were so little

× he'd go silent after mentioning his [what you assumed] friends

× if you asked or pressed too much he'd click his tongue or snap at you

× not everything was dandy though; yes, he was a good roommate, but he did have THE attitude

× but not as the people at the shelter made it to be, like he'd snap at you from time to time but it would get better as he'd start to trust you

× ok, ok, hear me out,,,,

× play with his hair

× it happened by accident; you started to have this tradition after a couple of months of living together: movie nights

× he really liked action stuff but both your dirty secret was watching those shitty horror movies and make fun of everyone in them, so every Friday Night was Movie Night

× he just threw himself on the couch and his hair looked puffy and those adorable wolf ears were twitching, you straightforwardly asked him if you could play with it

× [ask if you don't want your hand bit off]

× he scoffed

× silence

× when he nodded and looked away, you squealed and started scratching, just playing with his hair, mindlessly doing so while snickering at the TV when movement caught your attention

× he was wiggling his tail softly

× you guys never mentioned it but now he sits down on the sofa head close to you on a pillow and wait for them god sent scratches; will 100% roll his eyes and scoff at you when you start, acting like YOU want this

× TERRITORIAL AS FUCK

× seriously glares at whoever comes inside the house

× has a problem with every single soul since they dirty his home

× you don't notice it first but he finally starts calling your house home and that's the ultimate progress

× boy had a lot of hardships in his life so he appreciates what he has

× yet it is very, very hard to gain his trust at first

× when you finally do though? he's a loyal friend forever

× he's thankful to have you

× will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever tell you

× his actions speak for him

× you're part of his pack now

× but seriously wash the dishes or you'll die.

[princehrry-writings]

Reader is in trouble and Harry’s the only person she can trust

this came from a shower thought 🙂

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, unwanted male attention

enjoy!!!!

masterlist

.

.

.

Y/n hasn’t been this anxious in quite some time. When she agreed to come out tonight, she didn’t expect to be ditched at the bar- left to find herself a ride home as the friend she came with found someone to hook up with and left her all alone. She should have left as soon as she realized she’d been ditched, but she wanted to finish her drink and now this creepy dude wouldn’t leave her alone and she was too scared to be rude.

“So baby, do you come here often?” The guy said. Y/n did her best not to gag and sunk into the bar stool she’d been occupying. He stood uncomfortably close to her, his eyes drifting to places she would rather him not look.

“Not really.” She muttered, hoping this guy would get bored and leave. Sadly, he took her indifference as playing hard to get and only tried even harder. This night really couldn’t get any worse.

“Maybe we could take this back to my place?” He asked. She felt her stomach drop. How does she say no without him getting mad. He was a big guy, he could possibly hurt her, and that was the last thing she needed tonight. Scanning the crowd for possible outs, her eyes landed on the last person she ever thought she’d see. Y/n took this as her chance to say no, hoping the person she saw in the crowd would understand why a random girl was about to walk up to him and act like they had known each other for years.

“No thank you, actually. I’m gonna head out.” She said. As expected, the guy didn’t like that and began pestering her, asking her why and telling her that he had been nice all night so why would she say no to him?

Y/n got up and walked away, shrugging him off every time he grabbed on to her arm to get her to stop walking.

“Harry! Babe, I’ve been looking for you all over the place!” Y/n suddenly said. Of all the places Harry Styles could have been, he was here. It was like fate knew she was going to need an out tonight and had sent him idol her way.

He looked over at her, confused, when she leaned up to his ear, whispering.

“This guy won’t leave me alone, and I need help. Please play along.” With a fake smile on her face. Harry nodded, catching on to what she was saying and pulling her in for a tight hug. Y/n tried her best not to freak out because this was a serious situation and she could freak out later.

“What’s your name?” He whispered back, smiling so it seemed like he had said something funny to her.

“Y/n,” She answered and he pulled back, holding her at arms length like he would an old friend.

“I’ve been right here the whole time darling!” His eyes glanced back and saw a guy standing awkwardly behind her, who he assumed was the one she was trying to get away from.

“Uh, excuse me?” The guy said, placing a hand on her shoulder and trying to turn her around to face him, “We were having a conversation.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Harry asked, brushing the man's hand off of her and stepping between her and the prick that wouldn’t leave her alone. He held her hand tightly in his to make sure she was ok and she appreciated that he was so willing to help her.

“Who are you?” The man sneered, crossing his arms and puffing out his chest.

“Her boyfriend. So what are you doing trying to talk to my girl?” Harry puffed his own chest, looking down at the guy. He had a few inches on him, using it to his advantage. The guy's expression faltered, realizing he wasn’t going to get what he wanted.

“Sorry man, she was sitting there at the bar flirting with me, so I assumed she was free. My bad bro.” Was his response, which made Y/n’s blood boil. She had not been flirting with him and any man who thought with the correct head could see that. Harry didn’t buy it for a second and dismissed the guy, telling him to get lost before he caught any more trouble.

When he finally walked away, Harry turned to look at the woman standing before him. Tears sprang to her eyes and relief flooded her body. She’d been so afraid that something would happen if she didn’t find someone who was willing to help her, but she knew that if she asked, Harry wouldn’t turn her away.

“Oh no, don’t cry!” He cooed, pulling her into his chest, shielding her face away from the prying eyes that had been watching him all night. He silently hoped no one was taking pictures even though he knew they were.

“Let’s get you out of here.” He said and she nodded her head, blindly taking his hand and following him. He went to the back door where his car was parked, letting her lean against the brick wall to catch her breath from the hot and humid club.

“I’m so sorry I bothered you! I didn’t know if anyone else would help me…” She eventually whimpered and his heart almost broke. She looked so timid and traumatized, her mind probably racing with all of the things that could have gone wrong tonight.

“S’ok, darling. I’m glad you trusted me enough to ask for help!” He offered his hand to her and she took it. He ran his thumb back and forth over her knuckles hoping to soothe her. Eventually, her breathing calms down and she’s able to think properly again.

“Thank you Harry!” She muttered, wrapping him in a tight hug, as if she was trying to tell him all the words she couldn’t quite say.

He didn’t say anything back, but hugged her just as tight.

He decided he might like to see her again, if she’d let him.

[serosbows]

Cloud Nine

word count: 2k+

——————— sero hanta x gn! Reader———————

Sero spontaneously decides to let the bakusquad know you guys are dating during a smoke sesh. His boldness seems to be contagious what could possibly go wrong?

WARNINGS: 18+, recreational drug use, cannabis use, drug paraphernalia, swearing, suggestive themes

I understand that not all individuals are comfortable with the idea of smoking/ cannabis use I will be putting out more fics for you guys to read!

Minors do not interact!

Also- goes without saying this fic in no way is me condoning illegal activities. y’all stay safe and be responsible

I’m really sorry for any grammar/spelling errors, I am dyslexic n words be hard

Thank you for your support! Again please read at your discretion. <3

——————————————————————————

Friday nights.

The nights you and the Bakusquad would spend in Seros room winding down from the strenuous week of training, the smell of cannabis thick in the hotboxed room.

You’re not sure how you’ve always ended up in this situation, knee to knee with Sero as you work on breaking up the batch of the sticky green plant that Kaminari swore “was the best shit” he bought. Yet, here you find yourself working in tandem with the raven-haired boy as you hum along to some song he has going on his phone.

“Can you hurry it up already?! I want to get this party started”, Kaminari whined as he watched your fingers impatiently. “This takes time and precision,” you retort back, “respect the craft for a second!”

Leaning back on his hands, Kaminari pouted and looked over at Kirishima who was fiddling with the many empty chip bags scattered around him and Mina. “Don’t look at me, dude! Just wait patiently! We all know Y/N rolls best”, Kirishima chirped.

As if the man got shot point-blank in the heart with a revolver, Sero clutched his chest with an exaggerated gasp, “how DARE YOU”, he seethed at Kirishima who bashfully shrugged. “You would pick Y/N’s rolling over mine?!” Sero yelled, shoving an accusatory finger towards you. Kirishima whistled in what was his attempt to be nonchalant, trying to avoid any further questioning from the now “big angy Sero”. (as you have come to call the puffed out cheeks and pouting lips he is now showing off).

Since this ritual started, you and Sero have found comfortable solace in each other. The calming, open nature of the tape boy had you falling head over heels for him faster than you could realize.

Luckily for you- he felt the same way.

The night he asked you out was forever engraved into your mind, the thought forming a smile on your face anytime you recalled the event.

The bakusquad had just packed it up, deciding to call it an early night, leaving you and Sero alone to continue the smoke sesh on Sero’s plush bed.

You remember that when he started arguing with you about how long you took to prepare the blunt for smoking, the sultry tone in Seros voice began to show. The sudden change had you realizing how thick the air around you two seemed to be.

“Bet I could do better in less time”, Sero said smugly, leaning into you. His movement had you adverting your eyes from your fingers and upwards, the movement leaving Sero’s nose only a few inches from yours. “W-What?”, you choke out, unsure if you heard him right.

His proximity had you inhaling his scent. Was it lemon? No. It couldn’t be, you deduced, it’s not as potent as a lemon, but it sure was some sort of citrus. Sero leaned back, pulling away from you. “I’m just saying. You take forever to roll sweets,” he said shrugging his shoulders.

You hurriedly collect yourself, attributing your absent-mindedness to Seros intoxicating scent. Shaking your head to come back to reality, you resume rolling the blunt. Sero almost worried about your silence, shifts worriedly.

When you looked up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers holding the almost rolled creation delicately, a sly smirk on your lips he was sure he was sent to heaven.

Sero was only brought out of his trance-like state when you groaned and laughed, “Okayyyyy~ sure. Whatever you say Hanta!” you said, adding an exaggerated eye roll for emphasis. “You know everyone prefers when I roll, you just get salty about it.”, you continued as you looked up at him once again, licking the paper of the blunt.

The way your tongue darted out to lick the paper in such precise little stokes had Sero losing his mind. Sure he thought you were attractive, but right now, the way you were looking up at him through you pretty lashes with your tongue out had him going nearly feral.

Trying to contain himself and his sudden change in body temperature, he retorted, “Hey! That's not true they just say that to be nice!” He proceeds to try and put on an angry face, puffing out his cheeks and pouting, scrunching his eyebrows for good measure.

“Awe~” you cooed looking at the literal baby in front of you. “Don’t get all worked up now big angy Sero! You know you LOVE when I roll.”, you said as you took the first hit of your creation.

The smoke filled your lungs with a pleasant heat, the high you originally had become more pronounced. Before you could blow out the stagnant smoke in your mouth, Sero grabbed your face with his hand, placing his lips on you with ferocity.

Your eyes widened. Was he trying to shotgun with you?? The smoke poured out of your mouth and into his, your body beginning to go slack as you finally fell into the smoke filled kiss.

You don’t know when you closed your eyes but they opened as Sero pulled away, blowing the smoke back in your face with a small chuckle.

You let out a few coughs and swatted away the smoke clouding your field of vision. When the cloud cleared, you were met with a red-faced Sero.

“I,,, Uh,,, I-I’m not sure why I did that….I’m so sorry.” Sero rambled on, trying anything he could in his power not to make eye contact with you.

You leaped at this cliche moment, pushing Sero back on his bed and straddling his waist. His hands instinctively landed on your hips. He looked up at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to do at this moment.

In a quick motion, you held the hand with the blunt in it behind you and leaned down to kiss Sero. The kiss left your body feeling weightless, your lips molding with his perfectly. His hands resting at your hips, giving them a light squeeze before his thumbs began to trace light circles on the skin over your shirt.

“‘Bout time you made a move Sero”, you said smirking down at him as you pulled away. “Hanta”, he corrected, “you’re mine now mi amor.”. Sero smiled and pushed himself up to place a light kiss on your forehead.

You let out a small chuckle, using your free hand to cup his face. “Then prove it…” you purred. The smirk on Seros face had you quivering with anticipation, a new wave of heat taking over your body.

Needless to say, the blunt was stamped out and you thanked every higher power in existence that no one found it odd that you were wearing Seros hoodie as the exchange in clothes between you two was common.

That night you came to the conclusion that it was tangerine and cinnamon, Sero smelled like tangerine and cinnamon. A scent that you would come to be addicted to.

If it wasn’t for the hoodie, the bakusquad would have for sure seen the many marks Sero had left on you so he could properly mark you as his.

When you came back from your flashback the rest of the group seemed to blur into the background as you focused on filling the blunt, eyes trained in on making everything even. In your peripheral vision, a certain raven-haired boy could be seen inching closer towards your face.

“Can I help you?” you said with a smirk, not looking up from your activities. “No, no, don’t mind me. Keep doing what you’re doing. You look so pretty when you’re rolling baby~”, Sero said in a low sing-song voice that only you could hear.

Your hand movements halted immediately and your eyes widened.

Sero hasn't called you anything like that in front of anyone??? You enjoyed hearing the pet name come from his mouth, yes, however, you two have yet to make your relationship public.

“Sero…”, you warned, “you cant be distracting me right now.” Sero seemed to pay no mind to your words, coming in closer and placing a hand on your thigh. “At this point, I don’t care, sweets, we’ve been dating for... what? 4 Months now?”

A hand grabbing your chin startled you. Sero moved your face so he could make direct eye contact with you, his thumb runs across your lower lip, “let them know.” The devilish smirk on Seros face made your stomach drop. “Come on, you know what to do”, He whispered. You nodded and took his thumb in your mouth. Sero nodded in appreciation and basked in the feeling of your tongue running around his finger.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth when he hears Bakugou yelling. “I TOLD YOU SHITS I WASNT THE IMPOSTER”, you look over to see everyone look up from their phones, thankful that among us kept the bakusquad from seeing the previous encounter with you and Sero.

“That means its Kaminari or Sero then because I was in electrical.” Sero furrowed his eyebrows, “What, I was AFK- yall SAW me breaking up the weed” he yelled. Kaminari huffed, “You know its not me!! All of you SAW me do the med bay scan.”

You, having been killed off the first round watched as a smirk formed on Mina’s face, rolling your eyes at her obvious lies that Bakugou and Kirishima have seemed to buy due to the accusatory looks being thrown their way.

As the common ‘defeat’ sound rand out, you began to lick the paper of the blunt, your fingers working deliberately to make the best creation you can.

“Yeah!! Lick that shit baby. You look so good doing it. I know what else that mouth can do” Sero yelled, you flinched a little, unsure how the bakusquad would react but if Sero was being bold you might as well join.

A spitting sound was heard next to you as Bakugou whipped his head towards Sero. “BRO!!! DONT GET THE SHIT WET!” Kaminari yelled as he grabbed the open bag of weed that was nearly ruined by Bakugou’s spit.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” Bakugou yelled. “I think you heard me. I didn’t stutter. Plus I’m just praising my baby!”

“WOAH, WAIT! WHEN?!” Mina squealed.

“Sero got a date before me?!?!” Kaminari whined.

“You’re joking,” Kirishima said

You worked to silence the group, “First of all…” you started, “Sero.. you said that shit in front of my blunt bro...Disrespectful as FUCK. Second of all yes, we’re dating, we have been for 4 months.”

“5 on the 14th!” Sero continued as he placed a hand on your head, messing up your hair.

You laughed and shook him off, flattening out the hair Sero just ruined. “Yeah yeah…. Now give me a kisth” you said while looking over at Sero who happily obliged.

The kiss was quick but it left you weightless. Pulling away, Sero began to move you around. “What are you doing??” you said as you took another hit of the blunt. “You just sit here.” He said as he placed you between his legs, his arms coming to wrap around you, his chin resting on your head. “I want to hold my precious baby”

The softness in his voice would have the rest of the bakusquad thinking Sero was just trying to be cute and show affection. You would have thought the same thing if it wasn’t for the evident hard-on pressing into your back.

You smirked, an idea coming into your head. Passing the blunt to Bakugou, you placed both hands in your hoodie pocket. In one smooth movement, you gripped the left sleeve with your right hand and inched your left arm out of its cozy confinement.

Lightly dropping your arm to your side under the hoodie, you slipped your hand behind your back. Dropping your head back on Seros shoulder and turning your nose to graze it across his neck. “You keep quiet and maybe ill help you with your problem, yeah?” You whispered as you began to run your hand over the tent in his pants.

Seros breathing hitched, his grip on you tightening. He didn’t stop you however, the feeling of your fingertips grazing the skin above his pants and slowly dipping under his waistband had him intoxicated.

He just hoped he could follow your orders and keep quiet.

[trashytummiez]

Sticky Buns for a Surfer Bro

@squidbiscuit did it again.  She made an amazing pic of Brawly stuffed and burpy that was so unbelievably cute, I needed to write a fic based off of it!  <3

“Dude!  Me’n Marlon, brah, we caught some righteous waves today!  You should’a seen it!” Brawly said with excitement to the only other individual in his apartment.

Only it wasn’t an individual at all.  It was his Makuhita, doing what few Pokemon were even capable of doing...baking!

Brawly sniffed the air and lit up excitedly.  “Yooooo!  Sticky buns?  Makuey, dude, that’s rad bodacious of you, brah!”  The blue haired young surfer exclaimed merrily.  The short and stocky yellow Pokemon mewed out its name and hobbled over to its trainer carrying a large tray of steamy buns.  Brawly leaned over and took a whiff then smacked his chops.  “You’re too good to me, my dude!”  He said happily, ruffling its head in appreciation.  Makuhita smiled back at him when he took the tray and set it down on the dining table.  Then it hobbled back to the kitchen.  “Makin’ more?”  Brawly asked in a genuinely surprised fashion.

Just then, Brawly’s stomach growled loudly.  He blinked with surprise and rubbed his leaned midsection softly then shrugged.

“Eh, shreddin’ sick waves does kinda work up an appetite, I guess.”

And boy did Brawly’s appetite show.  He very eagerly shoved one of the buns in his mouth and took an immense bite out of it, like a solid quarter went down in one chomp.  Like his Pokemon, Brawly squinted with a bright smile on his face as his cheeks bulged out humorously from how much bun he was chewing at once.  

After he gulped that first bite, he licked his lips and grinned with excitement.  “Yoooooooo!  Talk about a mondo wave of flavor, dude!  My tastebuds are swirlin’!”

Brawly very eagerly shoved more buns right into his mouth.  He was happy as a clam munching away on those sticky, warm buns that all seemed to just melt in his mouth.  The surfer managed to down a considerable amount of buns in a very short period of time.  That tray full of buns he was working his way through was completely gone before he even knew it.

He wiped his mouth with a contented grin then frowned when he realized the buns were finished.  “Aww, dude, I forgot to leave some for you,” he said and scratched his head with genuine guilt on his face.  “That’s my bad, brah...”

But the Pokemon called out its name in a dismissive fashion.

“You sure, brah?  This stuff was tubular!  Ya oughta be able to have some for yourself!”

But again, Makuhita didn’t mind.  Instead, it returned with another tray of sticky buns and a big ol’ smile on its face.

Brawly smiled and gently tapped it on the shoulder.  “You’re too good to me, my dude.”

Makuhita smiled and merrily hobbled back to the kitchen.  Brawly got to work downing more and more sticky buns.  He really couldn’t get enough of these things.  Their texture, the flavor, the warm feeling of each mouthful he bit into sliding down his gullet and filling his stomach with more warmth.  It was a tidal wave of deliciousness and like any surfer, Brawly had to ride that wave to the fullest.

And fullest really was the appropriate term here.

Brawly’s usually lean washboard of a stomach was getting pretty bloated from all those buns he was downing in so short an amount of time.  His skin-tight surf shirt stretched out around the middle and started to rise up and expose more of his surfer tanned flesh.  But he couldn’t help himself, the buns were just irresistibly good.  And like the first tray of buns, Brawly had consumed every last one.

After finishing his last bun, Brawly burped loudly then leaned back in his chair satisfied.  “Ahhh, righteous...” he said, patting his belly with a satisfied sigh.

But then Makuhita approved the table with another tray of buns.

Brawly looked at his Pokemon with surprise.  “Uh...y-you want me to eat more?”

Makuhita called out its name and nodded eagerly.

Brawly frowned then looked down at his stomach.  His shirt was already riding a few inches up from how bloated it had become.  He’d already eaten well past what he normally would have and it was definitely feeling nice and full by that point.

But then he looked at his Pokemon smiling back at him.  Surfer bro or not, Brawly was a nice guy with a big heart that made him a bit of a pushover.  So, he managed to smile back and took the tray.  “Well, um, can’t let this stuff go to waste, right?”

Makuhita smiled and cried out happily, but to Brawly’s eternal dread, it headed back to the kitchen.

“Uh, y-you don’t have to make anymore, brah!  S-Seriously, this is plenty!”

It wasn’t plenty.  It was too much.  But because Brawly didn’t want to leave his pal hanging, he took another bun and started biting into it.  The buns still tasted great and went down nice and smooth.  But the thing was that his stomach was already at capacity and the more he ate, the heavier Brawly’s belly became.  And there was a very fine difference between feeling stuffed and feeling heavy; the latter was never fun.

It wasn’t made any better the more buns Brawly continued eating.  His stomach grumbled loudly in protest which made Brawly cringe and stroke his rounder belly in an effort to calm it down.  His shirt was riding up a little more with each bun he ate which only made the gurgling in his gut grow louder and more unpleasant.  

About halfway through the buns, he huffed exhaustedly and slumped back in his chair feeling absolutely stuffed.  His belly was feeling way too full and way too heavy, getting so bloated that his shirt even rode up above his belly button.  

“Ungh, feelin’ wiped out, brah...” Brawly whined to himself, rubbing his belly with both hands while it churned and grumbled away.

His stomach hitched, like a sudden, mild cramp emerged.  Brawly looked like he was going to be sick for a moment there.  But instead, Brawly burped so loudly that it could be heard from outside of his place.

BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!

With that massive burp came a sudden relief that wafted over Brawly and left him sighing heavily.

“Ohhhhhh yeah, I needed that, brah, holy cow...” Brawly moaned and clutched at his tight bloated stomach with delighted relief.  Doing so made him belch loudly again, which only brought him more relief.  

“Whew!  Dude, that was...” Brawley started to say but stopped.  

He felt another one coming then thumped his chest a few times with his fist until one more huge burp erupted from his mouth.

BOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!

That one left Brawly moaning with absolute relief.

“Haaah, dude, that almost sounded like one’uh Marlon’s, brah...” Brawly bragged and smacked his belly heartily with satisfaction.  It was like he got his second wind right there, getting that pressure out.  

So he went right back to downing more buns.  With the extra room he’d just made, it was a lot easier to down the remaining buns.  He still felt full when he ate, but he now knew he could fit the rest of Makuhita’s baking into his packed belly.  

But second winds don’t last forever and it wasn’t long before fullness kicked in again.  Brawly’s stomach was feeling heavier and heavier, while his shirt rode up a little more due to how stuffed his stomach was by the end.  It was a struggle but Brawly managed to eat what was left on his tray.

By the time he finally finished, Brawly let out a lengthy burp and pushed himself up to his feet.

“Ungh, brah, I’m stuffed...” Brawly groaned wrapping his hands around his tight, bloated belly.  One hand went to his mouth in time for him to muffle a big burp, judging by the rumble it made in his closed mouth and the way his cheeks puffed.  He groaned miserably after that and blew the gas off from the corner of his mouth and fanned the air around his nose.  “Ugh, that don’t smell nearly as good coming up as it does going down...Ourrrrhp...ungh...”

He walked away from the table while his belly churned loudly.  It felt so unbelievably heavy that Brawly could pass out right then and there.  

But right when he was in the middle of walking away, something tapped into his backside.  Brawly turned around and immediately looked down with mortal dread in his eyes.  

Makuhita was directly behind him, smiling up at him with yet another tray in its hands.

Brawly smiled nervously and backed away waving his hand at his stocky Pokemon.  All that nervous jittering upset his rounded stomach however and made him belch mid-protest.

“URRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!  Whoa!” Brawly said, holding a fist up to his mouth as he smiled nervously and burped again behind his hand.  “BURRRP!!!  Ngh, th-that’s enough for today, my dude!  Really, I’m beyond the waves here!”

But then he saw his little Pokemon’s smile turn sad, and as one could predict, poor bloated Brawly’s heart twisted.

Not as badly as his belly was about to...

By the time poor Brawly had been coerced into finishing that last tray of buns, he was a complete mess.  The poor young surfer was sprawled on his couch sporting a belly so big that he almost looked pregnant.  His shirt had completely ridden up beneath his chest, leaving its tanned spheric form exposed and his pants undone and tucked down to his huge gut breathing room.

He laid there on the couch, nursing his beachball of a belly and burping again and again, until a huge burp rolled out of him for ten straight seconds.  If Brawly weren’t in utter agony, he’d almost be impressed since that had to be a new record for him.  Unfortunately, he was too busy trying his best not to puke from being so stuffed.

Brawly moaned in absolute misery which turned into a rumbling burp halfway through, but one that gave him no relief.

“Urrrrrrrrgh...so...urrrrp...full...UuuuuurrrrooooorrrrAAP!” Brawly groaned between overstuffed burps.

His belly was so noisy that it was almost as loud as some of the burps he was letting out relentlessly.

Makuhita hobbled over to its trainer and frowned sadly at him, looking at how massive his belly was from all the buns and how utterly sick with fullness Brawly himself looked.  It called out its name sadly, as if it was apologizing to Brawly, but the overstuffed trainer managed a very weak smile and ruffled its head.

“...Ungh, h-heh, you just...” he paused to burp into his fist, then again.  “Ungh, just wanted to do somethin’ nice for me, my dude...all good...”

But Makuhita still looked sad seeing how miserable Brawly looked, especially compared to his usually exuberant self.  It saw him cringe when his belly burbled heartily and then it got an idea.  

With a bit of effort, it hopped onto the couch and placed its mitten-like paws against Brawly’s big, drum-tight stomach.  And then it started to rub away.  Brawly suddenly groaned again, but for a different reason.  He seemed to relax and have a slight smile on his face as he groaned which encouraged Makuhita to keep gently rubbing Brawly’s belly for him.

It was kind of amazing how someone who was so normally lean could even get this bloated, especially from sticky buns.  Brawly really did pack away a whole lot, Makuhita realized which made it feel even more guilty.  Part of it worried it was because Brawly didn’t want the Pokemon to feel bad, but when it saw how happily Brawly ate that first tray, it couldn’t help but bake more and more.  After all Brawly was its best friend and it wanted to show the young surfer how much it cared for him.

But that didn’t matter.  The belly rubs seemed to be working so the stocky Pokemon continued running its paws up and down and all around that round achingly full stomach.  There was very little give apart from Brawly’s lower stomach, but the mere sensation of Makuhita’s paws roaming his belly seemed to help him feel better, if at least a little bit.

Brawly’s belly quivered under Makuhita’s paws but it seemed as the quivering was almost a pleased sort, judging by the way Brawly moaned to himself.

“Ohhhhh, Makuey...you’re the best, bra-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!!!!!!” Brawley’s sentence was cut short when the end of his sentence turned into a big and guttural burp.  He covered his mouth and smiled sheepishly at his Pokemon.  “H-Heh, my bad...”

Makuhita just giggled and kept on rubbing that turbulent tummy.

[ur-jinji]

wallflowers: part three

zuko x f!reader modern au

summary: things get heated and tense when zuko gets jealous at a party with you

warning: alcohol consumption, angst :(

a/n: @teelagurl558 and i had a good discussion about zuko & alcohol and i really wanted to make a part three lmao

You gazed out the car window, watching the passing houses and streetlights. You turned towards the driver, Zuko, and he moved his head to look at you for a quick moment, smiling softly. He took one hand off of the wheel and placed it on your thigh, giving it a squeeze before resting it there. Your heart melted completely. This guy made you into putty every time he touched you.

You spent the last month with him and your friends so happily. But sadly, the long break was coming to an end. A new semester was starting in a few days, so this was your last night together; you were leaving tomorrow afternoon to head back to your town. You had been staying at both Suki’s apartment and Zuko’s. Your relationship with him had blossomed so naturally. He asked you to be his girlfriend about a week before. You two weren’t rushing things, and took the time to really get to know each other, go out, spend time together, and even sleeping over at his house. You were willing to do long distance, but you weren’t sure if Zuko was, so you had been afraid that this would simply be a fling. But when he asked you to be his girlfriend, he told you he was more than happy to have a long distance relationship. He told you how special you were to him and even started planning the next time he would want to see you after you left. You really, really liked him.

“I wish you could stay one more day,” Zuko spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I know, me too. I just have so much packing and preparing to do for the new semester,” You replied sadly.

The two of you were headed to Suki apartment. She and Katara had planned a surprise going away party for you. One last hoorah. You were under the impression that it was a simple get together that would include ordering pizza and hanging out. Little did you know, they invited about ten other people you befriended through them during your stay, Toph brought a big ol’ speaker, and Sokka bought a bunch of alcohol (everyone who planned on drinking helped pitch in money for it, of course). And obviously there would still be pizza, among other snacks.

Zuko pulled up outside of Suki’s apartment building. The two of you made your way inside and a couple flights of stairs until you made it to her door. He put his hand on the handle and slowly opened it. Your eyes widened when you saw it was completely dark inside, not a soul in sight.

“What the hell?” You said, very confused. Zuko shrugged in response before grabbing your hand and walking inside. As you did so, the lights flickered on, and a bunch of familiar faces jumped out of nowhere.

“Surprise!” They all yelled somewhat in unison.

You felt your soul leave your body as you flinched.

“Holy shit, is it someone’s birthday?” You asked in response, gaining some laughs.

“No, dummy! It’s our ‘y/n-going-away-and-we-are-sad’ party!” Suki said, appearing from the crowd of people.

“I’m celebrating!” You heard Sokka say from across the room.

“I love you, oh my god! You guys didn’t have to do this,” You said before hugging her and planting a kiss on her cheek. You turned to Zuko. “Did you know about this?!”

Zuko nodded and smirked. You pulled away from Suki and hugged him tight. “Might as well have some fun before you go,” He said, a hint of sadness in his tone.

“Well, thank you, everyone!” You yelled as you pulled away from your boyfriend, but not before giving him a peck on the lips. You made your way around the room, hugging and thanking everyone who was there. Toph surprised you the most by hugging you the tightest and the longest. You swore you could hear her sniffle a little. You eventually made your way back to Zuko, who was holding a wine cooler out for you.

“Thank you, hun,” You replied before cracking it open and taking a swig.

You spent the night eating snacks, talking with your friends, listening to music, playing card games, etc. It was the most fun you’ve had in a while. Zuko was attached at your hip all night, which you were fine with, but it made you a little concerned. Something seemed off with him. He slammed a few drinks with Sokka and went through more pretty quickly after. When you suggested he slowed down, he mumbled an excuse like, ‘I thought this was a party’ and shrug it off. You eventually found yourself on the couch, feeling the alcohol hitting you, but you felt fine. Just a little dizzy. Zuko had drunkenly walked away for a moment to get you some water. Sokka plopped down next you, placing a hand over his eyes.

“I should’ve stopped a few drinks ago,” He grumbled.

“Are we gonna have a repeat of the last party?” You asked jokingly.

“God, I hope not,” Sokka replied under this breath. He slouched over, his head accidentally falling onto your shoulder. You heard some snores. You decided to let him stay there since he clearly was feeling sick. You looked up and saw Zuko enter the room, tripping slightly. His eyes landed on you and then glanced over at Sokka’s head on your shoulder. He gripped the water in his hand tightly.

“Hey, baby, mind giving the water to Sokka? He doesn’t feel too good,” You asked, sitting up forward. Sokka’s limp, sleeping body fell behind you. Zuko suddenly tossed the water bottle at Sokka and walked away. What the fuck?

You got up, letting the drunk boy fall roughly onto the couch, causing him to wake up.

“What happened?” Sokka asked, slurring his words.

“I don’t know. He came in and threw that water at you and left,” You explained. Sokka sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Maybe he got jealous. He gets weird sometimes when he drink. I can go talk to him,” He said, surprising you at how level headed he was suddenly being. He got off the couch and walked down the hallway, and you followed closely. You found Zuko standing at the bathroom vanity, gripping the sink hard and holding himself up. His head hung low.

“Zuko, buddy, what’s wrong?” Sokka asked the weirdly angered boy.

“I don’t know. Maybe don’t make moves on my girlfriend?” Zuko replied nastily as his head shot up, glaring at the two of you through the mirror. He turned around, falling slightly but catching himself.

“Dude, what?” Sokka questioned, confusion in his tone. He walked towards his friend. “I’d never do that to you, bro. Plus I have a girlfriend? Who I love more than anything?”

“Zuko, what are you talking about?” You pitched in from the bathroom doorway.

“Go put your head on Suki then, buddy. Don’t touch my fucking girlfriend,” Zuko snapped, suddenly charging the other boy and pressing his puffed out chest against his aggressively.

“Hey! What has gotten into you?!” You yelled, running over to break them up.

“Yeah. What has gotten into you, dude? Don’t pull this shit right now,” Sokka replied with a bit of an attitude, but trying to keep his cool to not make the situation worse. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know what I saw!” Zuko sneered, pushing Sokka away roughly. His eyes were filled with rage. You backed away in shock, not liking this side of him. Why was he being like this?

“Really, Zuko? My last fucking night here and you want to start a fight over nothing? Sokka is fucking drunk and wasn’t feeling good, and fell on me,” You explained angrily.

“Yeah, man, what the hell,” Sokka added, sounding disappointed. “I’m not fighting you, dude. This is ridiculous.”

Zuko suddenly pushed Sokka again, causing you to break.

“Zuko! Enough!” You screamed before grabbing Sokka by the collar of his shirt and dragging him out of the bathroom. You pushed him away once you exited the bathroom and stormed to Suki’s room, slamming and locking the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously running your hands through your hair before fishing your phone from your pocket. You bounced your leg nervously, trying to busy yourself and calm down. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

A few minutes later, a knock at the bedroom door startled you.

“Y/N? It’s Suki and Katara! Can you let us in?” A voice from the other side of the door asked worriedly.

You got up and unlocked the door for them. Two worried looking girls strolled in, closing the door behind them.

“What happened?” Katara asked.

“Sokka’s drunk as fuck, his head fell on my shoulder, Zuko walked in, stormed out, and then we confronted him about it what was wrong, and then he tried to fight Sokka!” You explained irritatedly.

“What? Why would he get so mad about that? Sokka always falls on people when he’s drunk?” Suki questioned. “He falls asleep!”

“I’m just so pissed. You should’ve seen him. He was being so irrational. I didn’t even recognize him,” You muttered, replaying the scene in your head. The girls sat down beside you at the edge of the bed, rubbing circles on your back.

“I’m sorry, honey. For what it’s worth, Zuko sounds like he feels awful,” Katara offered with a light smile.

“I don’t care. I hated seeing him like that,” You mumbled. “I just need to be away from him right now.”

“Sokka told me he’s been feeling down knowing you leaving. Maybe that has something to do with tipping him over,” Suki suggested. You shrugged and buried your face in your hands. The image of the anger in his eyes was stuck in your head.

“Can you guys leave me alone for a bit?” You asked. “I need to cool off and think.”

The girls nodded sadly before getting up and exiting the room. You fell backwards on the bed, staring at the ceiling miserably. A couple minutes later, a few knocks sounded and the door knob started to jiggle. They must’ve locked it on their way out.

“What?” You yelled at whoever was at the door.

“Y/N?” It was Zuko. His voice sounded scared and worried. “Please let me in.”

On the other side of the door, Zuko was leaning against the wood, his hands pressed against it. He felt horrible. He didn’t know what had gotten into him. After you left the bathroom, Sokka got Katara and Suki and reasoned with him, calming him down. After the intervention, he realized what he had done. He felt terrible knowing he had hurt you. He couldn’t imagine how scared and upset you were to see him like that. He hadn’t acted like that in a very long time.

“Y/N, baby, please,” Zuko begged. “Please open the door for me. I’m so sorry.”

Silence.

The quiet from the other side was deafening. A pit formed in Zuko’s stomach. Was he going to lose you?

-

a/n: don’t hate me pwease🥺 part four is coming soon! ah!! thanks for reading!!!

-

taglist: @teelagurl558 @complainsalot @coldlilheart

[felswritingfire]

Your know zebra like the big titty mad man but like low-key himbo and could suffocate me in his tiddys yes that one thanks

I KNOW WHO THIS IS AND THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME MY LIFE-

since you didn’t specify, I just went with some general stuff uwu

General Zebra 

Idk if they ever state this in the manga/anime but he’s a big fan of grilled stuff, especially BBQ??? WHOOOOOOO- His favorite condamate hands down

He’s very into fashion and I like to imagine that he influenced Sunny and his interest in it as well

His favorite item of clothing is his leather jacket

Once in a while he’ll stitch up his mouth, and he’ll just say it’s for the hell of it but he actually hopes that it chills people out when they’re around him because…. He gets insecure too

That’s not to say that he’s a really insecure dude, he’s actually quite comfortable with himself and actively does not give a shit about what other people think 

He’s also a chill when he’s with people that he really like, like, people who aren’t his brothers, but people who are similar to Komatsu in that they don’t have Gourmet Cells

Contrary to popular believe, he can be gentle when he wants be 

He can also be a chatter bug when he’s into the conversations, not in the sense that he talks a lot, he’s just an active participant in the conversation and is animated in his movements when he is talking

Boy talks with his hands when he’s a place that he can relax; otherwise he’s all puffed and stiff if he’s in a place where he doesn't know anyone

When he’s home alone, he usually wears a pair of name brand sweats and nothing else since he’s like a big ol’ lion and he’ll lounge around on his fucking ✨LEATHER COUCH✨

Though he loves to lounge, he’s also really into trying new food and will actively try new recipes- he actually knows how to make some good ass dishes- he just likes someone else cooking more

He’s really knowledgeable about animals- like, super knowledgeable; if he wanted and if he was determined enough, he could be a whole ass Zoologist, but naw, he’s just here for the food and adventure and honestly?? What a mood

But he had to know a lot since he landed in jail because he took out a whole bunch of invasive species that were fucking up the ecosystem- like, he isn’t stupid, and I will die on this hill

When he was a little baby man, he was really protective of his little brothers- what happened? They grew up and became a pain in his ass (he still watches out for them in his rough ways)

Starting friendship with Zebra is honestly the most rewarding yet nerve wracking thing because it’s like trying to befriend a giant ass beast that you can’t read at all- which you really can’t, because the man can be a stone wall when he wants

You have to be an honest person to even be considered his friend- he doesn’t put up with any lying or two faced bullshit, that’s just how Zebra is 

If you are his friend tho, he’ll always be willing to lend an ear to you if you need someone who’s willing to listen 

He might throw in some advice here and there too

He’ll also be there to comfort you if you need it; he’ll even pick you up and cradle you, placing your head in the crook of his neck as he leans back and pats your back while you cry into him 

He’s really soft on his friends and family

That doesn’t mean that he won’t tease the shit out of you

Truly, the truest form of lovingly bullying your friends

He’ll gruffly apologize if he goes too far BUT he very rarely does that because he’s got those magic ears of his so he can tell when you’re getting angry/sad, then he’ll start to steer the teasing somewhere else

Relationship with Zebra

Zebra is a gruff lover through and through, it’s just in his personality, but he’s a little sweeter to you than he is to anyone else

He’ll make sure that your taken care of and protected, especially if you’re his combo and he’s taking you with him on his adventures 

He’s very observant of your moods; he’s actually ridiculously in tune with you???? It’s kinda freaky how he can read you like an open book

He’s the literal definition of “Babe is on her period, so am I. UterUS!” Even if you don’t identify as a lady or have the ability to have a menstrual cycle- it’s still uterUS-

What I’m trying to get at is that he’s a mega Ride-or-die bitch 

Like, you have to do some atrocious shit to get him to fucking do a 180 on your ass- or just cheat on him, or lie to him (please don’t do either of those things, it takes so much for him to become attached to people, please, cherish him-)

He’ll be MEGA ANGY THEN

But not like his usual angry, like, where he gets pissed and goes on a rampage; this angry isn’t loud- his anger is full of sadness and betrayal and he wouldn’t say anything to you, he’d simply look at you with these eyes full of emotion and then turn and leave

But get fucked because the other three aren’t that chill and Komatsu may not punch the fuck out of you, but you really will wish he would because he’d talk to you like a disappointed mother and it is the worst feeling in the world- (also I will come for your kneecaps, bro, DON’T TEST ME)

ANYWAY, OFF OF THAT TOPIC-

You know how I mentioned that Zebra likes to cook? Fucking consider it a date, because he’ll actively add you into the kitchen with him, even if it’s just him cooking and you sitting there being cute while you chatter away 

His love language is sharing his food, so, if he offers you food- you take it and you cling to that knowledge that you’re really one of the most important people to him 

UM, HE WILL SIT YOU ON HIS LAP, DEADASS

You will never sit in a chair again if he’s there; it’s an easy way to say you’re taken and to keep you close, so he kinda lives for it 

He’ll flaunt you to his brothers with zero hesitation- he adores you and they have to put up with his roundabout way of showing it 

Toriko and Coco don’t really care- They’re all actually really happy for him in general- but, that doesn’t mean Toriko won’t still tease him about it (but he only does that once in a while because Toriko has to be in the mood to throw down because, of course, this is Zebra we’re talking about). Sunny on the other hand complains about it because, “oh MY GOD, THIS IS THE SIXTH TIME YOU’VE BROUGHT THEM UP- SHUT THE FUCK UP-”

Which usually instigates petty sibling arguments between them, which are actually really entertaining??? You gotta intervene at some point because Zebra will whole ass chuck Sunny into the sun if he doesn’t watch it

Very soft with cuddles???? He’s like a giant (deadly) cat who likes to bask in your presence

His favorite position to cuddle you is with his head on your chest so he can listen to your heart. There’s just something about knowing that your a tangible person who genuinely loves him and wants to actively be in his presence that gets him all types of mushy 

Can you say a protective boi??? Because he is very much a protective baby

If anyone tries to hurt you for any reason, they’re dead. In very gruesome way too- I wouldn’t put it past him to grab someone and tear them limb from limb if he really wanted to 

He’s also has a bit of a jealous streak, but he’s pretty quiet about it

BUT, that doesn’t mean that he’ll be opposed to looming behind you and glowering at the person (they have to have pretty big balls in the first place to even try and approach you tbh)- which usually does the trick pretty quick

Please smooch him on the forehead and tell him that you love him- it’s a genuine anxiety of his that you’re going to leave him one day for someone who isn’t, you know, seen as a real ass walking disaster on the news cast so you can pursue an actual normal life.

Sometimes he just need to hear you say you love him to put him at ease, and that’s the tea, sis

To make a long story fucking short, I love him and he’s a whole sweet tart- he’s just a little burnt around the edges- please, I love him, please-

[migeviellardi]

Out Of Comfort

Rottmnt Donnie-Centric Fanfic

Genre : Adventure, Action, Humour, Hurt/Comfort

Side Notes : I wanna try something different. The fic that I made mostly conversational heavy. So, there’ll be parts where the characters talk, I will give them names to show who’s talking and there’ll be parts where the characters talk with quotation marks. I dunno how will this go, but I just wanted to give a new style a try, my style.

So, I really hope people will enjoy my stories!

Also, tcesters go the HELL away from here!!!

Chapter 1 Prologue

“HOT SOUP!!!!”

2 years after the incident of ‘you-know-who’, people expecting some changes. Others stays the same and not prone to change.

“WOOOAAAHAAH!!!”

Some says, changes brings a new and better you, but staying the same brings out the real you.

“OOOHOHOOO YEAAAH!!!”

But what if, you can stay the same, while make a change, at the same time.

“SHIIIIIIIIIING!!!!”

The sound of katanas piercing through the air current, smokes puffing here and there, the glint of bluish blur bouncing all over the place, like a spark of electricity caused by a short-circuited cable.

“Look out, big bro~” the blue blur flew in with high speed as he launches with a kick. The big red ducked down to avoid the kick, landed onto a black and red figure, sending them to a wall.

“Ey, watch it, Leo!”

“To be fair, I did warned you.” he smirked, hoisting his katana onto his shoulder. 

“Leo!!” before Leo could react the big red threw a barrel at the figure behind him, the impact sended them to the same spot of the previous one, breaking the wall behind them and fell off the building.

“HEY!!! Watch it!!!”

“I was about to warn you.”

“Guys, there’s more coming.” the orange turtle warned his brothers about the oncoming reinforcement. They all readied their battle stance. A group of black and red figures charged in from a hallway. They awaits their next battle.

“Beep!”

The flooring on the hallway blew up, the group froze in midair, before they realized the floor’s missing, they all fell in with screams. The three brothers blinks in confusion, until a purple turtle flew up from the hole with a smirk.

Donnie : And, that’s how it’s done.

Raph : Donnie! Nice work!* gave him a thumbs up.*

Leo : *shrugs* Could’ve gone better myself.

Donnie : Thank you. Thank you. 

Donnie landed to his brothers. The orange aka Mikey ran towards the hole.

Mikey : Whooaah, since when you make bombs, Dee?

Donnie : About two years ago. I just somehow remembered that I made some, so alas,  here it is. 

Showing one of the bombs he made on his hand. Leo took a closer look at it.

Leo : Wait, you had these things for two years and you never use them?

Donnie : To be honest, it was still in beta. Also, I ran out of options about the supplies to  make more of this. 

Raph : How many more you’ve got?

Donnie : Well, these are the last ones and since there’s only four of them left, I shall- 

Leo snatched the one Donnie holds before he finished. Donnie gave him the ‘seriously?’ look.

Leo : Ohoho, boy! You let us��use this thing? Awesome!

Raph : Ooh, ooh! Can I have one too?

Mikey : Pleaaaaaaaseeeee....... 

Mikey gave him the puppy eyes. Donnie figured they might react like this. He sighed, relunctantly gave them one each. 

Raph : Yes!!

Mikey : Thanks, Dee!

They all inspecting the small objects as if they were toys. Donnie pinched his nose bridge. 

Donnie : Okay, okay. Gather up, kids! Let me show you how to use it-

Mikey : Oooh, what does this do? 

Mikey curiously about to press a button on the bomb. Donnie quickly grabbed it before it’s too late.

Donnie : THAAaat, is the instant knock-out button. Which mean, instant explosions.  Which MEAaan, you do not touch!

Mikey : Oh, okay.

Donnie sabotaged the button real quick, semi questioning why he had it in the first place. He gave it back to Mikey and sabotaged the others as well. 

Leo : Why would you put that button there?

Donnie : I dunno. I was young and strictly melodramatic. Probably, sometimes thought  about ending life right there and then. 

He give the bomb back. Leo blinked at his words.

Leo : Wait, what?”

Raph : Donnie, are you sure you okay giving us this?”

Donnie : Yes, Raphael. I am certain, sure and superbly confident to give you a chance, to  try such dangerous, yet ‘fun’ accessory for one use only. 

He gave back the bomb. Raph starting to get worry about the idea, despite having the joy to actually blow things up on purpose. Especially, with Donnie’s tech.

Mikey : Aaawww, thanks Don. That’s very thoughtful of you. 

Mikey doesn’t seems to bother about it. He cherished everything his brothers gave him and he knows they did it with compassions. Even if it’s something that might blew up without notice.

Donnie smiled at his little brother, a genuine warm smile. He never thought that they will accept his gift. As much as he knows about the risk, but he does--somehow--promised them that he would build a bomb for them, and that was when he was six. Children’s mind can be chaotic at times, especially when they decided to watch action movies that involving explosions and how awesome that is seeing their hero epicly emerge from the fire.

Technically, they never wanted a bomb, they just wanted something that can cause explosions. Which means, they wanted a bomb.

Donnie : Like I said, once again. One use only, so use it wisely. 

He then activates his bomb and dropped it into the hole. It goes boom and comical screams was heard from below. The trio stared at him in confusion. 

Donnie : I had to. I heard them climbing up, okay?

Mikey : Oooh. 

Raph : Oh, I see. Okay.

Leo : Okay, cool.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed Donnie’s ankle and pulled him into the hole. Donnie yelped in surprise as he dragged away.

“DONNIE!!!” they all yelled and went after him. Donnie got slammed to the ground onto his plastron. He gasped in pain before got thrown away onto the wall. He groaned as he landed hard onto the floor. He looked up to see the familiar big muscular guy with fire above his head. Laughing evilly at the downed turtle.

“Imma grind your bones, turtle.” he said, fist bumped himself. Donnie stood up, readying his bo. Before the brute charged at him, two sets of glowing chains wrapped around him.

“Cowabunga!!” Mikey pulled the guy upward, Raph came in with his flying fist, slamming down the brute, creating a crater. Donnie was surprised by the sudden assist. Out of the shadow, the skinny one sneakily emerge behind him. His giggles startled him, as he look back Leo teleported right between the two and kick the guy on the face. The Foot ninja got thrown through a wall, buried in debris. 

Leo : Donnie, you okay? 

Leo looked at him in concern. The other two joined in before he got to answer.

Mikey : Donnie!

Raph : Are you hurt, buddy? 

Donnie froze for a bit, clutching his bo tightly. He shook his head as response.

Donnie : No, no, I’m fine.

His reply is semi-whisper, which concerns Raph. Mikey somehow urged to see how’s his shell doing.

Mikey : *gasp* Dude, your battleshell! It’s all broken!

Donnie peered his head to his back. He can see some of the metal bends and he could see some sparks coming out of it. Great, that’s another one this week.

Donnie : Yeah, I figured. Don’t worry, it’s still can be fix.

Leo : At least, you got some more at home, right Dee? 

Leo patted his shoulder. Donnie remained quiet, his eyes fixed to the ground. Leo grew concern with his brother being quiet. 

Leo : Donnie? 

Raph and Mikey noticed the change. Could Donnie be possibly running out of Battleshell? No, there’s no way. Surely Donnie had fixed some of them, and perhaps he made some new ones as well, right?

Donnie still not answering, his hands trembles while holding his bo tighter than ever before. He inhales with his nose, then let it out through the mouth with shaky breathe.

“Yeah, yeah. I do. I do.” he finally replied, although this time it sounded more unsure. Leo smiled at his twin. He felt a little bit relief that at least there’s still something he can use to protect his shell. Leo put his arm around Donnie’s neck, hugging him in the way.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Leo led Donnie and the rest back to the tank. 

They drove home in a rather awkward and quiet atmosphere. It was supposed to be another celebrations for accomplishing their mission, but Donnie’s quiet demeanor made an exception tonight. Donnie hadn’t said anything ever since they asked about his battleshell. He just sits there at his spot, putting his battleshell onto his lap. He done nothing with it, just staring.

The others don’t know what to do, or what to say. Every few seconds, they only glanced at his brother. Unsure if they have the courage to do some pep-talk with him. Of course, Donnie can feel they all staring at him.

Donnie put aside his battleshell, the others quickly look away as if they never stare. Donnie put on the usual emotionless face at them, leaning further to his chair, arm-crossed at his chest.

“If you guys wanted to say anything, just say it.” 

“Nonono, we just thought that you-” “What? Noooo. Did I say anything? Nah I-” “Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just that we-” 

They all spoke at the same time then stop when they realizing it. Donnie blinks, he certainly didn’t understand what they’re saying right there. Leo decided to go first.

“Donnie, if you need any help, you can ask away, okay?” he smiled reassuringly. Donnie unsure of what to say with that.

“We can help you fix your battleshell.” 

“Yeah, we promise we won’t touch anything else without your permission.”

Donnie stared at each one of their eyes. They didn’t seems to be lying about offering help. Donnie didn’t feel they should, though. Well, it’s very kind of them, but they don’t have to. He can fix it himself, it’s his thing after all.

“I appreciate that, dear brethren. But I’ll be fine. I can do it myself.” he said. The others understands that, they nodded with his reply.

“Okay, then.” Leo said, “But if you do, just please ask, okay bud?”

“Sure, Leo.”

[h4knyeon]

helping hand | jooheon (monsta x)

jooheon x female reader

genre: smut, slight crack, a bit of fluff

word count: 3.9k

summary: you’re giving out free handjobs and jooheon wants one. 

warnings: take a shot whenever i say handjob

a/n: i guess this is kind of femme reader implied because the oc doesn’t know much about jerkin dicks so….. imma just make it female reader. also not at how this was 9 pages on google docs... i didn’t expect it to be this long i had too much fun with the dialogue. also i’m not making a part two because i wouldn’t know what to write i kept putting this off for a week cuz i was stuck yass

“how will i ever get enough practice to give a good handjob before i get to the real deal?” you wondered, deep in another one of your crazy conversations with your best friend changkyun. you were eating lunch together in the quad of the uni you both attended. you both came from your last lecture of the day, settling for some campus food.

“i’m sure a lot of people are willing to let you practice on them, who would pass up a free handjob?” changkyun said, taking another chip out of the bag on the table and throwing it into his mouth.

“you say that but you won’t let me practice on you?” you joked, smirking at the man across the round lunch table you two sat at.

“you gotta pay to see my dick babe,” he quipped, smirking right back at you. “if you wanna practice so bad then why don’t you just choose some rando around campus?”

“i can’t be going up to people asking if they want a handjob, i’m gonna get suspended and pepper sprayed and shit.”

“well maybe they might feel uncomfortable if you go up to them but what if we just offer it to the community in general?” he said, making gestures with his hands to make his words seem more meaningful.

“what the hell are you even saying?” you furrowed your brows at him as he stood up on the seat he was just sitting on, cupping his hands around his mouth and getting ready to yell.

“FREE HANDJOBS! THIS GIRL IS GIVING OUT FREE HANDJOBS!” he projected his voice all across the quad, pointing his finger at you. “IF YOU GOT A DICK AND YOU WANT A FREE HANDJOB, SHE’S GIVIN’ EM OUT!” 

any other person would be screaming at their friend to stop with their face on fire, but you were sitting there casually as if he wasn’t doing anything unusual. in fact, you thought it was funny. crazier things have happened on your college campus with no phone calls or repercussions so you didn’t have to worry about anyone reporting you two. you began to just go with changkyun’s plan, smiling and waving mindlessly while looking around for anyone who seemed to be interested.

someone whose gaze you didn���t notice though was jooheon’s. jooheon was a shy boy who you were familiar with from one of your classes, but you two had never interacted before. of course, changkyun’s yelling had caught his attention, and he initially thought to ignore the announcement until he became curious as to who was ‘giving out handjobs.’ when he turned to see it was you, the cutie from his public speaking class, he felt a blush crawl onto his cheeks. he thought of taking the offer but he quickly shook the thought out of his head, thinking it was a big joke.

his friend minhyuk chuckled from across the small table they shared, typing away on his laptop. “just another day on this crazy campus,” minhyuk muttered, bringing his face closer to his screen.

“yeah,” jooheon mumbled, unable to avert his gaze from the scene that was unfolding before him.

minhyuk peered up at him from behind his laptop for just a second, immediately noticing his flushed cheeks. “why is your face so red?” minhyuk questioned, although not pausing his fingers from tapping away on his keyboard.

“i-is it?” jooheon stuttered, placing his hands over his cheeks as if to conceal them from not already being discovered.

“uh yeah. super.” minhyuk finally tore his attention from his work on his computer and fully looked at jooheon. he cocked an eyebrow at him, then turned to survey the scene jooheon had been watching so closely. “ahhhh, you want a handjob don’t you?” minhyuk snickered.

“no!” jooheon quickly denied.

“it’s nothing to be ashamed of. who doesn’t want a free handjob?” minhyuk squinted his eyes, trying to focus his vision. “and the girl giving out handjobs is pretty cute.”

“then why don’t you go get a handjob?” jooheon asked, hands still folded over his cheeks.

“i have important things to take care of. if i’m lucky then maybe her offer will still be standing later today,” minhyuk laughed, going back to whatever was on his laptop screen. “but you seem kind of tense, maybe you should go get one and ease your nerves,” minhyuk suggested.

jooheon let the thought linger in his mind for a bit. “what if i go up to them and it’s just a joke?”

“well if it’s a joke it seems to be going on forever.” minhyuk turned to watch you and changkyun again, changkyun still yelling through his hands. “they seem a little desperate for a taker.”

“i don’t know dude.” jooheon eyed you two once again.

“you just gotta be confident. go up there and be like yep, i’m here and i want a handjob.” minhyuk puffed his chest, dramatically impersonating someone with macho confidence. “and even if it is a joke then your confidence will help you play it off without you looking like a loser.”

“but, i know the girl giving out handjobs. she’s in my public speaking class.” jooheon glanced at you again, trying not to make it too obvious.

“oh is that the hottie you’re always talking about?” minhyuk looked at you again, really observing your features this time. “you have some good taste, if you don’t take the handjob from her i will.”

“woah woah woah, i had my eyes on her first.” jooheon sent minhyuk a glare.

a lightbulb flicked on in minhyuk’s head. “this is the perfect opportunity for you then!” minhyuk’s excitement was evident on his face.

“no! what if she recognizes me?” jooheon countered.

“who cares? come on!” minhyuk got up from his seat and grabbed jooheon’s arm, dragging him from his own chair.

“what’re you doing?!” jooheon’s voice was laced with panic.

“trust me,” minhyuk reassured him, pulling him toward the stars of the commotion. by the time they made it over to you two, changkyun was already giving up.

“man, why doesn’t anyone want a handjob?” you groaned. “if i were a guy-”

“excuse me,” minhyuk interrupted. your head whipped around to see whose voice it was and you were met with minhyuk’s warm expression. “i heard you were giving out some handjobs.”

“yes, i am!” you stood from your chair to speak to him more formally-- well as formal as you could get when talking about handjobs. “were you interested?”

“ah, i actually have a paper i need to finish but if you’re still giving some out later today maybe i’ll take you up on the offer,” minhyuk laughed. “i’m minhyuk by the way, my friend on the other hand is pretty stressed right now so i think a handy would do him good.” minhyuk gestured to jooheon, who he was still gripping onto tightly. you glanced over at him, noticing his red cheeks that made him look like a human stop sign. jooheon was looking around to see if anyone was watching him ask for a handjob before his eyes landed back on you.

“hey i know you, you’re in my public speaking class. j… ji… jihoon?” you said, waving your finger in the air as you tried to think of his name.

“jooheon,” he corrected, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“ah, sorry. i’m y/n.” you shook his hand as changkyun hopped down from his seat.

“i’m changkyun!” he yelled, knocking his body into yours clumsily and replacing your hand in jooheon’s with his. “yeah so basically she’s kind of inexperienced so she needs some practice. that’s why she’s giving handjobs out,” changkyun explained, answering everyone’s unspoken questions. “if she was any good maybe you’d have to pay.”

“ugh, you don’t know if i suck completely,” you groaned, hitting him in the chest. “i just need a bit more practice.” you held your hands up in defense. 

“well, i need to get back to that paper i was working on but i’ll be on the lookout for you if you still need some more practice,” minhyuk shot you a wink, turning on his heel and patting jooheon’s chest before strutting back to his table. jooheon rolled his eyes at him, his expression becoming more panicked when he saw you step closer to him in the corner of his eye. 

“so, jooheon…” you started, trying to meet his eyes, but he anxiously kept his gaze locked on the ground. “you sure you want to lend me a hand? or, moreso the other way around i guess.” 

“uh…” jooheon could back out now and say minhyuk was just playing a sick joke on him, but something in him gave him a kick of confidence. he finally made eye contact with you. “yeah, i could help you out.”

“ooh,” changkyun spoke from behind you. “thanks for taking one for the team bro,” he said, saluting him as if he was being sent to war.

“shut your ass up,” you exclaimed, giving changkyun a slight push. “i’ll take jooheon back to my dorm and you can go be an idiot somewhere,” you said to changkyun. you turned back to jooheon, “unless you have another place in mind. you’re the client after all.” jooheon laughed at your choice of words, feeling like he was getting a professional service.

“your dorm is fine,” he said, sending you a comforting smile. he seemed comfortable and confident on the outside, but on the inside he was screaming. 

he hadn’t really had a lot of sexual encounters in his life. he was raised in a religious family, so let’s just say he wasn’t a high school party kind of guy, going around promiscuously. he had a short relationship in his first year at university, and he did try a few things, but this was the first time he ever did anything like this so spontaneously, and he was especially nervous about doing this with someone he barely knew. what if you didn’t like how his dick looked? what if you spread rumors about him? what if he came too fast? he shook these thoughts out of his head when you grazed his hand with your own. 

“you coming?” you asked, already holding all of your belongings in your arms. jooheon nodded and began to follow you on the path to your dorm, bidding changkyun farewell as changkyun yelled a good luck! before departing. 

you kept the conversation alive as you walked to your dorm building, asking him about his day, basic questions about him, and occasionally bringing up your public speaking class.

“by the way, you don’t have to say much if you don’t want to when we’re getting to it. i just wanted to try some things and i just need to know if you like them,” you explained to him, continuing to walk on the path to your dorm.

“cool, i wouldn’t know what to say anyway,” he admitted sheepishly.

“maybe an ‘oh that felt good,’ or ‘oh i didn’t really like that,’ every now and then,” you shrugged, listening to him laugh at your words. 

finally, you were in front of your dorm room. you brought out your key and unlocked the door, pushing it open and holding it for your guest. you put your stuff away and invited jooheon to get more comfortable. he settled for the edge of your bed, twiddling his thumbs as he watched you walk around your dorm room. 

“so from the information i’ve gathered, i believe i only need some type of lubrication and my hand for this to work,” you announced your steps, inviting him to correct you or make suggestions if necessary.

he let out a soft giggle at your bizarre approach. “yes, from what i know that is all you need.”

“cool. i don’t have the real deal lube but i have some lubriderm for sensitive skin so i’m sure it’s safe for your dick.” you brought out the said bottle of lotion and took a seat next to him on the bed. luckily you lived in a single dorm so you didn’t have to worry about a roommate barging in while you guys were getting down to business.

you placed the bottle of lotion on your bedside table and turned to face jooheon. “i understand if you’re nervous jooheon, i’m shitting my pants right now,” you admitted shamelessly.

“really?” he laughed. “why?”

“well first of all, you’re in my public speaking class so if this doesn’t go well we gotta deal with the elephant in the lecture hall for the rest of the semester,” you laughed, making a smile appear on jooheon’s face along with his deep set of dimples. “second of all you’re cute and it’s just making me nervous.”

he was taken aback by your words. you thought he was cute? he felt his face begin to heat up, but your words grounded him again. 

“sorry i’m awkward but should we start this off by kissing or…” you trailed off, surrendering your lead to jooheon.

“oh, sure.” jooheon turned his body towards you, unsure of whether he was making the first move or if you were.

“okay, here i go.” you brought your hand up to cup his cheek before pressing your lips against his softly. you were gentle at first, slightly teasing his lips with your own. you felt jooheon lean toward you more, desperate to deepen the kiss. you stifled a giggle at his neediness, granting his wishes and slotting your mouths together.

you may have been inexperienced with your hands, but when it came it to kissing you were very much a pro. when you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip he immediately opened his mouth, allowing you to press your tongue against his. jooheon could already tell you were skillful, and you knew you had an effect on him when he let out the softest moan. his hands winded into your locks, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss further. when you pulled away slightly for some air, jooheon leaned forward, chasing after your lips. you caught your breath and looked back into jooheon’s hooded eyes. 

“just let me know at any point if your uncomfortable,” you said breathlessly. 

“okay,” jooheon replied quickly before slamming his lips into yours once again, craving your kiss. you automatically reciprocated, giving him what he needed. 

as your mouths continued to move together, you trailed your hand down his chest and to his stomach, stopping just before the waistband of his pants. resting your hand there for a few more seconds, you were taken aback when jooheon took your hand and placed it on the bulge that was forming in his pants. you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss at his sudden boldness that seemed to melt away when you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. you started to move your hand on his crotch, palming him through the material of his pants. you explored his lower region with your other hand, massaging his thighs with delicate fingers, and occasionally grazing over his balls. 

you hooked your finger under the waistband of his pants, tugging on them and hinting at jooheon to lift his hips. he broke the kiss as he shoved his pants down his legs along with his boxers, his semi hard cock on display for you. jooheon was becoming more eager as time went on, desperate to keep your lips attached to his. instead, you pulled your mouth from his and reattached them to his neck, giving him an entirely new sensation. you simultaneously began to lightly trail the pads of your fingers along his shaft. you felt jooheon shiver at your touch as his head turned down to watch your fingers work on his cock.

you sat up straight, removing your lips from his neck to focus your attention on his dick. you had previously done lots of research on tips for the perfect handjob, but you just needed someone to practice these techniques on. 

with the tips in mind, you continued to graze his cock with your fingertips until you noticed a bead of precum form at the tip. you couldn’t help the smirk that decorated your face as you brought your finger to the head of his dick, spreading his precum all around it. his breaths were becoming more noticable and when you looked up at him he had his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. once you spread all of his precum around, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft lightly and gave him one slow stroke. 

jooheon bit down harder on his lip as he tried to control his noises. you went back to playing with the head of his cock again, teasing the tip with light touches. once you felt that you got him riled up enough, you pumped some of the lotion from your bedside table into your hand and wrapped your hand around his dick again, spreading the lotion all over him. he let out shuddering breaths as you slowly stroked his cock. remembering your research, you ran your thumb over the head of his cock whenever your fist got closer to the tip. finally, jooheon choked out a clearly audible moan, unable to keep it in. 

“how does that feel jooheonie?” the nickname you gave him came out almost naturally and you pressed wet kisses along his neck and behind his ear. 

“i-it feels great,” jooheon said between breaths, his head falling back. you couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the thought of making him feel good. you glanced down at his hands which were turning white from the deathgrip he had on your sheets. his eyes were shut and his mouth was agape as he was focusing on trying not to explode immediately under your gentle touch.

you thought about a technique you read on a sex tip blog that talked about using both hands, so you went in. you lightly rubbed the head of his dick in circles with one of your fingers as you continued jerking his shaft with your other hand. jooheon was beginning to become much more vocal. breathy moans were constantly slipping past his lips as you continued your movements on him.

you moved your hand from playing with his tip to tugging on his balls lightly as you continued your motions with your other hand. you gently squeezed them, moving them around in your hand while keeping your strokes with your other hand consistent.

“you’re doing great y/n.” jooheon sounded out of breath as he said that just before another moan was dragged out of his throat. 

“thanks, i’m thinking really hard right now,” you admitted with a giggle, and he laughed breathlessly along with you.

“can… can i touch you?” jooheon asked, his eyes shooting down to your chest. you nodded, taking one of his hands that had loosened its grip on the sheets and bringing it under your shirt, placing it on your bra clad breast. jooheon’s lips quivered from the feeling of you under his hands, a feeling that he’d been craving for so long. you held onto his hand as you guided him in massaging your flesh until he began to move his hand on his own accord. you shoved the cup of your bra out of the way for him, giving him full access to your bare skin. he pinched one of your nipples between his fingertips, eliciting a light moan from your lips. he smirked as he attached his lips to the base of your neck, nipping at the skin near your collarbones. you were becoming more riled up by the second, but you focused your attention back on his sex, remembering the reason you were both there. 

trying your best to focus on the tips you had spent so much time researching, another technique popped into your head. you remember the move being called the escalator because it had made you laugh. you brought both of your hands back to his member, moving one of them along his shaft from the tip of his cock to the base. once that hand reached the base, your other hand was already back at the top, ready to repeat the motion. both of your hands repeated this routine over and over on him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. 

jooheon’s forehead rested against your shoulder as whimpers that sounded like your name left his mouth. he was desperately holding onto your chest, still weakly moving your breast in circles. you went back to the traditional technique, jerking him with one hand while the other went to get more lotion. you slathered his cock up with the cream in your palm, trying to keep stimulating him. you continued a quick speed on him, squeezing a bit more when you got to the area where his shaft met his head. his hips would buck into your fist every now and then, and you could feel his cock twitch as he neared his orgasm.

you brought your other hand down to play with his balls again, and all of the feelings sent him hurtling towards his high. his skin was glazed in a sheen of sweat as he weakly pressed light kisses to the skin of your neck. 

“y/n, i-i’m gonna-” he stopped mid sentence as his mouth dropped open in a silent scream. his hips stuttered as he shot out hot white ropes of cum, covering your hand and shooting onto his thighs too. you ignored the fact that some of his seed was dripping onto your sheets, your mind too busied with the triumphant feeling of getting him off. 

you continued your languid strokes until he whined from overstimulation. you made a show of bringing your hand to your lips and licking up the white liquid covering it, moaning at the taste. jooheon watched you through heavy lids, feeling like he could cum untouched just from the sight before him. as jooheon regained his breath, you tugged your bra back into place and got a couple of tissues from your nightstand and began to clean him up. 

“thanks again, jooheon.” you sent him a warm smile as you wiped up the last of his seed before tossing the tissues into your waste bin.

“it was my pleasure, literally,” he laughed. “i feel like you lied about being an amateur and you just wanted to show off.” 

“oh no, trust me i read like ten sex blogs trying to figure this shit out,” you confessed. “i was afraid you could hear the gears in my head turning.” 

jooheon couldn’t help but smile, showing off his charming dimples once again. “well, i really liked what you did. it was different, but it felt super good.” jooheon couldn’t help but blush at his simple word usage but you took the compliment nonetheless, planting a kiss right on his dimple. 

“i had a few more techniques i wanted to try if you’re down. otherwise i could always ask your friend minhyuk,” you said with a teasing lilt in your voice.

“n-no!” he quickly shouted. “if you ever need help practicing anything you can just call me!”

you laughed at his jittery voice and cupped his cheek in your hand, placing a sweet kiss on his lips before straddling his lap. “if you want, we could try those techniques out now.”

“absolutely,” he replied almost immediately, grabbing your face with both of his hands and dragging you down to lay on top of him.

[sohin-ace]

Jotaro - Sister

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Y/N is Jotaro’s sister

I want to make clear that this fic is non romantic. I don’t write incest.

"Papa, since you're here, I have to show you Jotaro and Y/N's old pictures~" Holly cheered excitedly while dragging her father to the living room.

"Oohhh can't wait!" Joseph joined, enthusiastic to see some hidden treasures of his grandchildren.

The commotion of Holly and Joseph going through photo albums caught you and Jotaro's attention as you both walked past the living room.

"Look at this one, Papa! Their first time going to the beach together! Y/N was scared and Jotaro brought her a starfish!" Holly squealed and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Uh, mom what are you doing...?" You carefully asked.

"Oh! I'm showing your baby pictures to your grandfather!"

You glanced at Jotaro next to you who had a pearl of sweat gliding down his forehead. Oh no...

"Oohh ohhh!!! This one is my favourite! Jotaro and Y/N taking a bath together~" You both flinched.

"Ooohhhh!!!! OH MY GOOODD!!! How cuuuteee~" Joseph cupped his face in his hands and was almost dying at the cuteness before him.

"You know! Y/N would always tell me this, 'When I grow up I want to marry Jotaro onii-chan!' " You blushed madly and gasped at the embarrassing memory.

"MOOOM!!!! WHAT THE HELL?! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN REMEMBER THAT???" Joseph burst into a fit of laughter while your mother had a sheepish look on her face.

"Yare yare daze..." Jotaro walked away with his hat resting low on his head, effectively covering his reddening face.

You were Jotaro's younger sister. Despite your age difference being negligible, your relationship was very complex. It changed and switched a lot throughout the years.

As children you used to be really close, nothing could separate you. You would share and do everything together, from toys, to beds and everything in between.You both took care of each other in your own way.

But as the years passed, Jotaro grew colder and more distant, which was to be expected from a male teenager who had been overwhelmed by feminine compagny, whereas you became calmer, more patient and less cheerful than before, trying to learn to not depend on your brother's presence as you used to in the past.

Despite your differences, you two still kept that unconditionnal kindness that seemed to run in the family.

Currently, you both lived your lives on your own ways. You couldn't really say you were close, or at least, not as much as before. You didn't think your relationship could progress any further from there, at least, not until a certain day.

You both walked out the door after receiving your usual goodbye kisses from your mother Holly, and went on your way to school.

You used to always make the walk to school together, but since highschool, Jotaro would just walk in front of you and leave you behind without even looking back.

The first few times, you'd run after him, calling him out to wait for you, but after a few days, you gave up and accepted to just make the walk on your own. You were used to him ignoring you even at school so you grew to not mind it anymore.

From his point of view, it was to protect you from having a stressful walk surrounded by fangirls, being the potential target of bullies who wanted to get to him, or to prevent you from being in the middle of a fight between stupid thugs who wanted to meddle with Jotaro.

But as you didn't know that, in your eyes you were just a burden to him. You didn't want to be the annoying clingy sister and as he was already very edgy, you left him be.

You continued your lone walk to school, your brother long gone before you and already out of sight. You heard voices behind you and you flinched.

"Oohh isn't that Kujo? Hey yeah it's her! Kuuujoooo~" You kept on walking, but they caught up to you.

"Hey, hey, babygirl, don't ignore us like that~ What's the matter, where's your big brother?" One of the guys said, sliding an arm around your shoulders and leaning a bit too close to your face.

"Yeah, where's your big strong bro? Not very nice to let his sister all alone in the street. It's okay though, you don't need him, we'll take care of you~" The other snickered, towering next to you and taking a strand of your hair between his fingers, playing with it as you looked down.

These two guys again, for some reason they had this weird obsession with you and just wouldn't take the hint.

"...Please go away, I don't have time for this." you quietly said, not even bothering speaking up. They wouldn't listen anyway, but you still tried.

"Don't worry sweetie, you're okay with us, we'll protect you!"

"I don't need protection, go away."

"Awww, don't be like that~ It makes me want you even more." The shortest slid his hand from your shoulders down your arm and laid it on your waist.

You sighed and swatted their hands off of you. "Shut up, you're so annoying!"

"Ooh she's trying to act all tough like her bro, how fucking cute!" The tallest one then forcefully grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him.

"LET GO YOU PSYCHO!" You pushed him as hard as you could, which sent him stumbling over a nearby parked car.

"You asked for it you stupid bitch!" He then slapped you hard across the face, so hard, the impact made you lose balance and you fell down on the ground, dropping your schoolbag.

"Dude! Stop, that's too much!" the short one quiered, overwhelmed by the turn of events.

"SHUT UP! I gotta teach her a lesson. Get up, Kujo."

He didn't even let you react and pulled you up by the arm, slamming you straight against his chest. You struggled, but he locked you firmly in his surprisingly strong arms. "So what are you gonna do? Where's Jotaro now, huh?"

"I'm here, motherfucker."

They flinched and both their jaw dropped. They slowly looked up to see the huge form of your brother, standing so tall he was blocking the sun behind him and casting a shadow over you three.

"J-j-j-.....JOTARO???!!" the shortest one stuttered, shaking like a leaf and sweating bullets.

"...What the FUCK do you think you're doing to my sister?" Your behemoth of a brother growled.

Before they could even retort, Jotaro grabbed you and abruptly snatched you out of the boy's hold, making you stumble against him and he caught you effortlessly in his arm. He sent a murderous glare to the two boys and they whimpered, taking the warning very seriously.

"I-I-.... Shiiit!!! I'LL COME BACK FOR YOU KUJO!!!" The tall one stormed off with his friend following close behind.

"Yare yare daze..." Jotaro sighed in annoyance as he turned towards you. "Are you okay?"

You nodded quietly, looking down at the floor. He harshly held your chin in his large hand and lifted your face up, inspecting your bruised cheek.

"Tch... That asshole...Can't wait to dance on his fucking grave." You put a reassuring hand over his arm and he relaxed slightly, letting you go.

"Don't. It's not worth it, Jojo. Let's go, Mom will be worried if we're late to school again."

You spoke softly and he stared at you in silence, not moving an inch, but before you could question him, he started.

"Stop looking at me like this."

"Huh?"

"I can't bear that melancholic look on your face. Wipe that out."

"That... That's just my face, Jojo..." You trailed off softly, quite confused with your brother's shenanigans.

"I know I made you like this."

You stared at him for a moment, then looked away, silently. Maybe you were colder than you used to, but you wouldn't put the blame on him, after all...

"I made you like this too..." You replied, looking off to the distance. "Your stone cold glare...Your burning hate for girls...It's all me, isn't it."

He fell silent. Your silences spoke more words than any of your actions, this is how it came to be. You finally looked up at him, both sharing the same stare.

"You're one to talk about a cold glare. Just look at you."

As he said that, Star Platinum manifested in front of you, surprising you as you let out a tiny gasp. He then held your cheeks and tugged slightly on them, forcing a smile out of you.

"Oh...! The spirit's back!" You were too fascinated by the weird spirit that started following your brother to even care that he was childishly playing with your face.

Jotaro cracked a tiny smile at the interactions of his Stand and his sister. He couldn't understand you sometimes, but at the end of the day, you two weren't so different.

The tall male pulled out his pack of cigarettes and brought one to his mouth before lighting it up.

"Girls are fucking headaches..." You looked up at him, deadpanning as Star Platinum and you were squeezing each other's cheeks.

"But your my little headache." He mumbled under his breath before puffing a thick cloud of smoke.

You wanted to scoff at his weird confession. Oh great. He didn't hate you as much as the others. How cute.

You looked down, your features softening into a smile as you held onto Star Platinum's arm who was now playing with your hair.

"Let's just go now, Jojo."

The moment you both started walking he noticed you wincing and limping a bit.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah... It's nothing, I just scraped my knee when I fell earlier." you tried walk again, but winced at the pain from the open, bleeding wound on your knee.

Before you could even step any further, you saw your brother crouching in front of you, his back turned towards you.

"Climb."

You stared at him in utter confusion. "It's okay Jojo I ca-"

"Yare yare daze, I don't have all day. Hurry up." He pressed on and you couldn't fight his stubborn nature.

You leaned over, putting your hands on his shoulders and let your legs rest on either side of his waist as he steadied them with his hands. He effortlessly hoisted you up and walked you both to school.

It felt so nostalgic, being carried by him. The world was so much more beautiful from the view of your brother's height. You didn't care for the view though, as you leaned further against his back, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

"Just like old times... Right? Oni-chan..." You uttered quietly, calling the name you stopped calling him for years now.

He chuckled lightly, which was also something that you didn't hear in years.

"Yeah... Just like old times. Except now you're cheesy as shit. You're starting to sound like Kakyoin."

"Hmm? What's wrong with Kakyoin? I like my men cheesy." You purred.

He immediately stopped in his tracks and turned his head to glare at you. He suddenly felt angry as his brotherly instincts kicked in.

"...Take that back right now."

Bonus:

You were walking out of the nurse's office with Jotaro.

"See you later." He turned the other way towards his classroom.

As you were about to walk away yourself, you turned around to be met with a group of girls blocking your route.

"Y-you're Y/N Kujo, right?" Started a shy-looking girl.

"Oohh you're Jojo's sister? Cool!! Could you give him my number~?" added another one, excitedly.

"Actually, you do look like him a little bit!" Continued a third one, as they all interjected one by one.

"What? Noo they look nothing like each other, what are you saying!"

"Hmm they do have a.. Family likeness, kinda? Maybe it's the eyes, or the lips, I'm not sure, but there's definitely something!"

"Now that you say it, they do have the same cold frown on their face." they all giggled and your face was red with annoyance.

"Get lost. All of you. This is why you don't have boyfriends." And just like that, you stormed off, leaving the girls in a love-struck daze.

"Waaahh~ she's so cool~"

"She's kinda cute when she's angry."

"She could insult me all day~"

"Being hot runs in the family, so unfair~" they all squealed to themselves as they watched you leave.

Brothers kinda suck, but they're also a blessing.

[galaxy-otter]

Self Insert Handplates BittyBones Story- ACT TWO- Tiny Skulls

(POV CHANGE) Your POV-

It had been a day. Your nervousness kept growing until you found the mouse trap on your porch. You mentally squealed and picked up the box, running inside like a drunken schoolgirl. You practically slammed the box on the table and ripped it open with so much force the box almost flew out of your hand. You set up the mouse trap the best you could, but there were no promises it would stay that way. It was about 8pm at that point, and BOY were you tired! You put a few things at the bottom, like peanut butter and half of a Slim Jim. Why the Slim Jim? It was the only other thing you could think of. You quietly opened the door and slid the mouse trap inside, putting it in the corner of the room. You closed the door again and walked out of that room and into your room. You practically jumped onto your bed, embracing the warm blankets. You were out like a light, forgetting the mouse problem. Were they even mice?

(POV CHANGE) Brother's POV

The brothers woke one by one and looked around. They were starving, surviving on a lone bag of chips, which barely had anything in it to begin with.

"HELLO BROTHER."

"hey, bro."

They were starting to get used to this, but the smell that hit their nonexistent noses were not normal.

"do you smell that."

"YEA."

They both got up and walked out of their makeshift shelter, which was a shoe box. They scanned the room until they spotted a box with another soft fabric over it. 2-p walked over to it, noticing a platform leading up to the top of the box. Did that person put his here? Surely they did, who else would do it? Before 1-s could stop him, 2-p was already walking up the platform and onto the box. "be careful, bro." 2-p nodded and opened the lid to the metal box thing. What was inside was some kind of meat stick and a peanut butter glob. 2-p tilted his head and tried to reach for it, but his foot slipped, causing him to fall into the box. His brother's panicked voice was muffled due to the box and the start of a panic attack. 2-p curled in on himself, sobbing, trying to make himself smaller and smaller.

1-s scratched at the box, but got no response. The platform had fallen off due to the opening to the box shutting, so there was no way to get to his brother. 1-s fell to his knees, sobbing quite loudly. Loudly enough to catch the attention of a certain someone. He ran when he heard the door open. The person he had seen the first day walked over to the box and tapped it a few times lightly. The squeak of fear from his brother made him panic even more. The person picked up the box, making 1-s even whiter than before. They walked out of the room, box in hand, and all 1-s could do was sob uncontrollably.

(POV CHANGE) Your POV-

You walked into the kitchen with the mousetrap in hand. Setting the trap down on the table, you took the blanket off to... reveal...

A tiny...

skeleton...

Wait WHAT?!

The skeleton was shaking uncontrollably, bones rattling against the hard floor of the mouse trap. You gasped, practically in a Mom-Mode state, and tore the lid off of the trap. That wasn't a good idea, because the skeleton was now sobbing even harder, trying to curl in on himself more.

You sighed, trying to talk to him the best you could, "Uh, hey little guy. You ok?" You tried to say that it the softest but not babying way possible. It seemed to work a little bit, because he relaxed a little bit, still shaking. You didn't want to do this, but you had no other suggestions in that empty head of yours. You puffed up your chest and scooped up the skeleton, causing him to shriek in surprise. You jumped at the tiny voice, but got over it and sat down, leaning him against your chest. Immediately, he grabbed onto your red sweater and sobbed uncontrollably, making a wet spot on your clothes. You rubbed his skull and talk to him in a quite voice. After a little while, the sobs turned into small hiccups. You spoke again, "You ok now, little guy?" Surpisingly, he nodded and buried his face more into your sweater. You should apologize, so you did, "Uh, sorry for catching you in a mouse trap. Thought you were a mouse, heh." You laughed once and sighed.

The small voice on your chest could barely be heard when he spoke, "W-WHAT ARE YOU G-GOING TO DO TO M-ME?"

Your heart skipped a beat. What? "I'm not going to do anything, dear. There is no need to worry." When was the last time you've spoken with so much care and love? It felt like decades, but you were only 23.

After a few minutes, his breathing slowed, and you realised he fell asleep. On you. In the kitchen. You slowly got up and walked into your bedroom, flicking on the light. It was Tuesday, meaning you had work. You worked from home and sold merchandise on the internet. It was... interesting, to see the personalities of your customers. Some overly nice, some chill, some overly rude, and a lot of people who tried to pay you with exposure. It was tiring, but interesting at the same time. You placed the skeleton in a blanket ring and pulled a blanket over him. You didn't know if skeletons could get cold, but you didn't wanna have to find out the hard way. You turned and walked off, looking at the skeleton one last time before closing the door behind you. You walked down the barren hallway and locked eyes with the guest bedroom door. You wanted to see if that skeleton was the only one, so that's what you did. You opened the door, scanning the room for any movement. You caught a bit of green, the same green as the skeleton's gown, run into your closet. You glided your feet across the carpet before slowly opening your closet door. You poked your head into the closet and looked down. The skeleton on the floor was protecting his neck with his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible. You sighed, a soft but sad one, and knelt down.

You spoke in a soft voice, trying to sound as calm and collected as you could manage, "Hey, little dude."

You smiled, and he jerked his head towards you, "w-where's my brother?"

You tilted your head a little, "Pardon?"

He repeated himself, and you mentally face palmed. Of course! Why hadn't you noticed before! They were siblings! "Ah, he's in my room. If you like, I can take you there and you can see him."

He narrowed his eye sockets at you, "what's the catch?"

You put your arms in a 'x' position, "No catch, promise."

After a few seconds, he reluctantly nodded, and you asked if you could carry him. He seemed frightened, but shakely nodded. You smiled and picked him up, slowly, as not to startle the little guy. You walked down the hallway and opened the door to your messy bedroom. He frantically scanned the bedroom until his eyes caught his brother, still fast asleep on your bed. You placed him on your bed and he ran towards his brother, putting his hands on the other one's side. The taller one shifted and cracked open an eye socket. He shot up and wrapped his brother in a hug. You couldn't make out any words, but they were mumbling to each other. They were now both crying, which made you a bit nervous. You could handle you own breakdowns, sure. But ANOTHER person's breakdown was another story. So you just sat there. Watching them cry in each other's embrace. You broke the tension, "Um, so, this may be a bad time, but may I ask HOW you got into my house?"

The taller one walked over to you, tears still streaming down his face, and put his hands on your thigh. His hands were so small that you squealed in your head. "WE ARE UNSURE ABOUT HOW WE GOT INTO YOUR HOME, BIG PERSON. HE WOKE UP HERE A FEW DAYS AGO..." Oh, so THAT'S where that noise was coming from. That's why the vase broke!

"So it was YOU who broke my vase?" You tilted your head in confusion. The tall one started to shake. "W-WE THOUGHT IT WAS S-SOME K-KIND OF T-T-TEST. WE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT DO WITH IT." The smaller one just stood there, frozen in place while the taller one cried against your thigh.

You... are at a loss of what to do here... You currently have two emotionally unstable tiny skeletons. One is sobbing against you while the other one is trying to comfort the crying one. You sigh and puff out your chest... metaphorically. You place your finger on the taller one's skull and rub in small circles. The small one is watching you with fear and utter distrust while the taller one stops sobbing, replacing them with small hiccups. "I'm not mad, dude. Actually, I've been meaning to get rid of that vase for a while." you place a finger on your chin, "Thanks for getting rid of it for me." You laugh and give them a thumbs up with your free hand.

"R...REALLY?" You nod, and he sighs, trying to hide his relieve as much as possible. You smile, how many times will they make you smile?

You look towards the door and you get an idea, "Hey, how about breakfast? It's still around breakfast time, so we should be good. I have some eggs left, or I can make some toast. How do you like your eggs? Oh wait, I'm rambling again... sorry guys."

"IT'S OKAY, BIG PERSON. SO, WHAT'S BREAKFAST?"

You blinked, confusion welling up inside you. "What?" He repeated himself, and you got more confused. "You guys... don't know what breakfast is?" The taller one shook his head, and the small one just shrugged, sitting on the bed. "Well, I can fix that! We should go right now and eat the biggest breakfast ever!!" You waved your hands in the air as you spoke. You paused for a moment. Wait... you didn't know these guys's names! "Oh! By the way, what are your guys's names?"

The tall one tilted his head, "WHAT'S A... NAME?"

How many times are you going to be confused by this tiny skeleton? "Uh... it's what you're called. For example," You pointed a finger at your chest, "My name is Y/N."

"Y/N?"

"Yep!"

"THEN, MY NAME IS 2-P, AND MY BROTHER IS 1-S." The skeleton, 2-P, didn't seem phased by the lack of a proper name.

"Uh, dude? I don't think those are proper names."

"WHY NOT?"

"Well, I don't know, actually. I've just never heard of names like those?" You shrugged your shoulders. Confusion fills your eyes as you wait for a response.

2-P pauses for a moment, mouth agape, before words formed in his mouth. "WHAT KIND OF NAMES ARE 'PROPER?'"

You tap your chin, trying to think of a few names. You've heard that skeletons are mostly named after fonts, so you go for those. "Well, Comic Sans, for example, or Bubblegum, or maybe Ariel. Like those!" You clasp your hands together, proud of yourself for coming up with a name.

He nods to make notice that he's listening, "WHAT WOULD OUR NAMES BE, THEN?"

You think, then shrug your shoulders, I'm not sure actually. I haven't know you guys enough to tell you guys that."

He nods, again, and rests his head on your thigh, yawning. You smile, even more than you were before, which you thought was impossible. 1-S was already out like a light, and soon after, so was his brother.

Act Two is out! Let me know what you guys think!

[acklesterritory]

Born to Be Yours_ Chapter two

Hey guys, I'm back with part two of my recent oneshot fic "Born to be Yours" which I turned it into a serious by @jay-and-dean request 💖 I hope you like this chapter as much as apparently you did the previous one.

Read Chapter one here

Dean x Reader

Summary: She always wanted to be his but also needed to know does he want the same thing too?

Warning: Angst, Hurt Dean, Major Character death, Swearing

Words: 3.3k

📎Feedbacks is always appreciated.

📎Gifs are not mine.

5 YEARS LATER (Dean's POV):

I never believed in miracles. Maybe I still don't but last year a young woman gifted me one of those on Valentine's day!

I was in front of this stupid shop full of red balloons and gifts, waiting for the young handler to fit that giant Teddy bear on the back seat of my baby when I decided to check out my phone and noticed that I had 3 missed calls and a text message from an unknown number:

"Hope this is Dean Winchester's phone. If it's true and you still care about someone named "Y/N"; call me back. It's important!"

I felt a chill race down my spin when I saw her name on my phone screen. What kind of a sick joke was it? Why would someone want to mess with me like this? Was Alastair back from hell? Wasn't he tired of this sick game already?

- Is something wrong?!

I looked up at my brother, my "worried" brother. The one who always got my back in the last hellish year that Alastair had put me through , aside from Cas of course.

- What's it, Dean? Are you ok?

I fake smiled to conceal the truth. He didn't need to get more nervous today. It was his big day and I didn't want to ruin it.

- Wow Sammy, you seem nervous already.

I purposely smiled at him like an idiot, as if whatever I was reading on the phone wasn't such a big deal.

- Shut up!

He puffed, looking at the giant Teddy bear on the back seat.

- "Now as we have sorted out the things I want, we can leave now. I should buy some candles too ... and the cake. And then we can order dinner from home." he continued.

Seemed like this whole "early birthday surprise party for Eileen on the Valentine's day" idea was already freaking him out.

- Don't forget the pie.

I added but got surprised that he didn't roll his eyes.

- If everything goes right tonight I'll buy you pie for a week.

He said promising and I found myself bothered by seeing my baby bro doubting himself.

- Come on dude! It will be alright. Eileen loves you and cares about you. You two have been together for what? 3 years now? Do you really think there is a possibility that she would say no to you wanting to put a ring on her? I mean after all you've been through together and after all those nights making happy noises?

I patted him playfully on the shoulder but he just sighed:

- Yeah, cause you and Y/N could end up together after being besties for almost a decade !!! It's not about time, Dean. It's about being lucky.

I tried my chance to smile but whenever someone mentioned her, I used to feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

- But for the record, I was lucky enough, Sammy! It's not on chance if I was a stupid dick leaving her all alone, thinking that it would prevent the damage that I'd already caused.

- "Dean …" He stared at me and I could see the pity in his eyes. "… I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to bring this on …" He reached out to squeeze my arm. " And no Dean. It's not your fault. You were trying to protect her from Alastair..."

- Yeah and see how it ended up. I lost her. And our daughter too.

My voice broke when I said "our daughter" and I felt a warm tear drop on my cold skin.

- Dean ...

Sammy was struggling again to find something to say, something that could stop my heartache but I already knew there was none.

- I'm good.

I assured him, wiping off my tears, adding a fake smile to make him believe me (as if it was possible).

- No, you're not …

(Well, It wasn't !)

- … you are not good, Dean. You're always drunk … when you're not staring at the walls overthinking on this, you're busy in your head making plans to get your revenge while Alastair isn't even available on earth. You're having nightmares again. And recently you've been acting even worse. You put yourself in direct danger when we are on a haunt. It's … listen, I'm no psychologist but It's been a whole year and you're getting worse, Dean!

- Am I, Mom?!

I knew it could annoy him even more but I had to act like a fool to stop this conversation. We shouldn't waste that special day like this.

- This is no fun.

He was serious.

- Your bitch face?

I asked and he just sighed, turning his head not to look at me. He was getting mad.

- Look Sam, I know lately I've been no fun and yes you got the right to be angry with me for that but … just let today be the day. We both deserve a break, right?

- I don't think I need a break to take care of my brother. Even if you don't let me do that.

He sounded like he felt hurt.

- You know, Dean? I miss her too. Not just because she was my friend. I miss her because she was the only one you would let to see your vulnerable side and take care of your stubborn ass.

He was right. Everything was different with her, including me. She just got this light & this power that could make my crazy life so simple and easy. I could remember all our memories like it was yesterday: the first time I saw her or the first time she noticed me, fast forward to the first time when I got her looking at me like I was the most important thing in the whole world. I was badly injured on a werewolf haunt and after Sammy patched me up, she told that she will take care of me that night. "That night" I could have been the happiest man on the planet if I wasn't in so much pain but I was. And she was there for me, the whole night. I remember her beautiful slender fingers around the wash clothe when she was trying to cool down my body's temperature cause I was literally burning. If it wasn't for her, it could have been the worst night of my life.

- Dean … Dean, please look at me!

I can remember her trembling voice and the ache in my body, the cold sweat on my skin and the burning sensation on the wounds across my chest. It was like a nightmare.

- Dean, please … just hang on in there. I called Cas & left some voice mails. He will be back ASAP to heal you. But until then you should just hang on, ok?

She literally pleaded and I was so mad at myself that I couldn't find any strength left in body to even make a noise, let alone to answer her.

- Baby, please! Don't do this to me.

Yes, it was a nightmare but it was wrapped up in a dream. A dream where she called me "baby!". Was it a fever dream? Maybe! I never found out but still I could vividly remember it.

I felt her forehead against mine, one hand on my heated up neck, fingers of the other in my sweaty hair, while something cold dropped on my cheek. Her tear?

I opened up my eyes in disbelief to find the heart-warming truth. Her eyes shut, she was crying. For me?

- Y/N?

I tried to call but I knew it sounded more like a miserable grunt of a wounded animal!

- Oh God! Dean? … Can you hear me?

She loved me. She must have! Otherwise how could she look this much worried and upset just because I was in pain?

I blinked purposely to show her that I was still there and she smiled, softly and sweetly.

- Thank God!

She said and then she just put her soft lips on my temple! And suddenly I was free of pain and the fever at once. I looked at her and she stroked my sweaty hair.

- You need to get some rest. Please don't fight it, Dean. I promise I'll stay with you.

But she didn't.

- You're a fucking liar, Y/N! You know that?

I sobbed. It was easy to let go whenever I could go to that damn cemetery where we buried her and our daughter.

I looked down at their headstone:

"Missed forever"

And they were. After I left her, thinking stupidly that this could protect her from my enemies, she tried everything & everyone to reach out for me, for months! She begged for just one meeting and I stubbornly refused cause I had so much love for her, a glance of her face could wreck my will to save her from the dark hunter life I had. And even when she finally gave up on me, every damn day & every damn night, her love kept beating in my chest until last year! when Cas called me on a heart-rending rainy night.

- Dean, Alastair has got Y/N…

- What?!

Alastair was my biggest enemy, the hell's grand torturer demon with blank white eyes, a filthy mouth and a head full of bad shit. He had the chance before to slice me down piece by piece when I was in hell. But after Cas saved me, he found a way to get back on earth to chase me! Apparently he was angry that his favorite torturer left hell without his permission!!

- I don't know how but he is just chasing her somewhere in downtown to get her child.

- Her child?

So she just got married and made a baby with that lucky bastard I didn't know about even when I asked Cas and my other friends to keep an eye on her?

- Yes, Dean. She's four now. And … she's yours! That's why Alastair is chasing her. I did everything in my power not to let him know but …

- So you knew! You knew the I had a kid and still you didn't tell me a damn thing? How did you dare?

I literally yelped at him! Seeing red, I felt my blood just start to boil with anger.

The line went silent for a few seconds before I heard his calm but sorry voice again.

- She wanted to tell you herself but when you refused to meet her, she asked … even threaten us not to tell you.

He explained.

- Us?!! Who else knows?

Now I was feeling like I could headshot someone without giving a single damn!

- Just me and Sam.

He simply answered and I just smashed down my beer into the wall with a cringy noise.

- Fuck you both!

- Dean …

He tried his chance but I cut him down with a threatening voice.

- Send me her damn location, Cas or I swear to God …

- You got it!

He assured me and I just hanged up, already on my way to save her and our kid! It sounded strange. I was a dad now. A dad who never got the chance to meet his baby for 4 damn years!

"I'll save them!" I promised to myself, pushing on the gas pedal, driving impatiently in the dotown's dark and rainy streets.

As soon as I was out of the car, I spotted my brother's tall silhouette in the dark alley.

- Sam?

I mumbled, taking out my gun, clicking tge safety.

- Dean, no! ... Don't come closer!

It was Sammy. I was sure it was him but I decided not to listen to him. Because I didn't trust the pity in his voice. He sounded worried too.

- Dean, please!

And by a simple glance, I saw what was wrong. There was two bloody bodies on the wet ground. I knew one of them by my heart and the other by my soul.

- What happened?

I let my gun drop. Sam was standing between me and the bodies with his arms wide open, not inviting but more like putting an obstacle to stop me from getting closer. There was Cas in the background too, refusing to even look me in the eyes.

- What the hell happened?!

- I'm sorry!

Sam simply stated and I felt like a sharp and heavy pain hit me in the chest.

- Dean?

- No, no! This is not fair … this is not fair.

Uncontrollably I yelled and he just hold me there while the rain was still pouring down on us, making everything colder … worthless…

- Dean! … Dean, calm down!

When I opened my eyes this time, I was back in the cemetery, in front of their graves. I just stumbled forward and if it wasn't for Sammy's ready arms I would hit that grey headstone.

- Missed forever, huh? I guess it's iconic, Y/N but not so creative.

I chuckled to myself, thinking about the promises she made the other night, the "werewolf haunt gone wrong" night.

- You lied to me! You are just a filthy liar!

I yelled, feeling this burning sensation inside me again.

- For God's sake, Dean! Stop it!

Sam almost pleaded and I just blanky looked at him.

- Sammy… Oh, Sammy…

I laughed, remembering that it was still his big day. After we got back to the bunker, set everything up and gathered all our friends and close hunters, Eileen finally came back home from her long-lasting (thanks Cas for that) grocery shopping and finally my baby bro could successfully surprise his girlfriend, by not only "the early birthday party on the Valentine day" but also by asking her to marry him in front of everyone. Of course she said "Yes!" And of course I almost shed some happy tears watching them kiss each other but still I couldn't ignore the pity in people's eyes when Eileen just revealed that she was already pregnant.

- Dean?

Cas was the only one who had the gut to get close to me while my shocked brother just hugged Eileen right there.

- Save it!

I growled, angry with myself that I just couldn't enjoy this moment because I had to bury my own kid shortly after i found out she had even existed.

- Dean, please! ... not today … for Sam at least!

Cas followed me when he noticed I was going to grab my whiskey bottle and leave the bunker.

- I'm doing this for his sake too. He doesn't need a heartsick brother around. Specially on his happiest day.

- But … Dean!

Cas called after me but I shut the door in his face, knowing where I could let it all out …

Now "Sammy" was there too. In the old cemetery, beside my beloved ones' grave yard!

- Why are you here? Eileen could worry.

I warned him and once again he looked at me with this disgusting pity in his eyes.

- She is. We all are. You didn't come back home last night. I almost lost it when I found out you didn't even took baby for a ride.

He explained, making me ashamed.

- Well, I guessed you need to spend some time with your girl alone and I needed to just walk and drink for a while. So I left. I just don't know how I ended up here.

I tried to smile but apparently I made him sad.

- Dean…

He just simply uttered my name and I noticed this fear in his voice like when dad used to leave his toddler ass alone for a while and I had to use a hug and some stupid jokes to make sure he wouldn't be afraid of his own shadow.

- I'm ok, Sammy. I'm just a little tired and maybe a little wasted but that's …

A new wave of nausea interrupted my words and I had to kneel down to prevent the puke from splashing everywhere. The burning sensation in my gut was turning into something new. And by new I mean like a volcano rising in my gastric tract!

- Dean...!

I puked again and again while Sammy held me by my arms. I have to admit when finally it was over, I was completely out of energy to even think coherently. So I had no other choice but to surround to unconsciousness.

****

- Mr. Winchester. Can you hear me?

Yes, I could hear the familiar delicate voice but I decided to ignore it cause I knew what could happen after that. It was Dr. Rowena's voice. A red-head skinny lady with big bright eyes who had a heavy polish accent. One of Sam's weirdo friends who was a famous doctor in the nearest local hospital to the bunker. She just loved to pep talk me.

- Is he ok?

This time I heard Sam's voice from the other side of my bed. I could roll my eyes if I didn't have to keep them shut.

- I think he's better.

She reassured him and for a second I felt this chilling point on the skin of my chest. An stethoscope?

- His blood pressure is back to normal & his heart rate seems to be too. So yes, I think he's ok for the moment. But I can't say the same thing about his gastric health. I warned him to stop drinking before this stomach ulcer turns to a big trouble but apparently he just does't want to take it seriously.

- Are you saying he's in trouble now?

- No but I'm afraid he might be very soon. You should talk to him about it.

- I will. Thank you so much, Rowena.

- Oh, I just did my job, Samuel.

She said sweetly and I heard her high heel's tapping voice getting away.

- Yeah?

As soon as I opened my eyes, Sam turned around, apparently to answer his phone so he didn't notice me. As he was just staying there, I started to bottom up my shirt and looking around to find my jacket.

- Bela?! You're kidding me right?

He sounded surprised and as I sat on the edge of the bed, I curiously looked up at his tall figure from behind.

- How?… what are you even talking about? If this is a joke, I hope you know it's not even funny!

He threw his left arm in the air where he had my jacket hanging around his forearm.

- He won't believe you. Hell, even I can't believe you. This is impossible, Bela. I was there! I was the one who actually buried them.

My head snapped up in curiosity as he impatiently turn on his heels and our eyes just locked.

- Yeah, you better do that.

By saying that he hanged up.

- What's up?

I asked. There was something strange in his eyes that just made my heart drop to my stomach.

- I'm not sure.

He drily said just as his phone screen lightened up by receiving a new massage.

- What's going on?

I jumped on my feet, feeling a little dizzy.

- Just … give me a second.

He hold his free hand in the air to prevent me from getting close so I had to stand there and just watch his confused reactions to whatever he was checking on his phone.

- Dean …

Finally he looked up at me.

- What's it?

I asked impatiently, having no idea about his answer.

- I think Y/N is alive.

……………………….……

*To be continued*