#also the fact his shirt rides up and his shorts ride down to reveal the waistband of his boxers

[hagenwo43]

Off season Pt3

[stepbrorafe]

Movie Night - RC

summary : a sleepover w stepbro rafe takes a turn

warnings : swearing, stepcest, somnophilia(dubcon?), fingering, oral, idk idk

a/n : my first lil fic type deal on this acc :) feel free to send in reqs or comment opinions or just talk to me <3

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“What?” Rafe’s deep voice called out from the other side of the door.

You slowly twist the knob, pushing the door open, eyes instantly meeting his bare back as he leaned over his bed.

“I said ‘what’, I didn’t say come-“ He starts, cutting himself off as he turns to you.

You sheepishly smile, “Sorry, I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe have a movie night?”

His eyebrows furrowed together, confusion plastering itself across his face. Your smile slightly falters as he doesn’t respond for a moment.

“Where’s Sarah and Wheezie?” He questions, as they’re who you usually hang out with.

“Wheezie’s sleeping, Sarah’s where she always sneaks off to anymore.” You mumble, “Just figured maybe me and you could have a sleepover or something. It’s okay though.”

He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to have a movie night with you. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want even more than that. He absolutely loves whenever you’re around, yet he hates it at the same time.

He can’t help but drink in the way you move, the way you speak, the way you seem so innocent yet so naughty. In all honesty, his believing you have a naughty side is purely delusional. You’ve done nothing of the sort to incline you’re anything but innocent. Maybe that’s what it is though. Maybe he just wants to prove that you can be a slut. A slut for him.

Just as you’re turning around to leave, his voice stops you, “What are we watching?”

Your lips twist up in a smile, one that he has to purse his lips from mirroring. You close the door, sauntering over to his bed in your short little bottoms and thin tank top.

“We can watch whatever.” You say, crawling into his bed.

His eyes bore into the way you make yourself comfortable on his blankets, your smooth legs crossing along his bed. He swallows the accumulating saliva, flicking the light off and joining you.

He grabs the remote from his nightstand, passing it to you to choose a movie, stating, “Anything but a chick flick.”

The giggle falls from your lips so effortlessly, causing him to clear his throat and avert his eyes from you.

The night progresses with several movies before you find yourself sound asleep beside Rafe. He isn’t so lucky as sleep refuses to wash over him.

Instead, he’s left staring at you while you snooze. Your cheeks are slightly squished, causing your lips to form into a pout. Your long lashes rest on your cheeks, casting shadows along your skin. Your hair falls into your face, and he can’t help but brush it behind your ear, letting his fingers linger momentarily.

His eyes lower, taking in the way your cleavage is on show as your tank top is bunched below your tits. Your collarbones so prominent, the soft moonlight, shining through from the window, hitting them with a cool glow.

His gaze continues down your body, boring into the skin of your stomach showing as your shirt rides up. It also reveals the waistband of your small shorts. The shorts that barely cover the curve of your ass. In fact, he can see it clear as day. His eyes rake down the rest of you, soaking in the way your plump thighs damn near swallow your bottoms. Your smooth legs resting atop of one another, begging to be spread.

He can’t help the growing of his cock, now straining against his boxers, aching to be released. He lets out a breath, his eyes closing as he revels in the dirty fantasies he’s having.

He so badly wants to pull your legs apart and kiss you through the fabric of your shorts. He wants to squeeze your tits as he buries himself in you, swallowing all the pretty little sounds you make.

He lets out a hiss as his hand rests on his covered cock, adding just the slightest bit of pressure, seeking relief.

Before he can stop himself, he’s scooting closer to you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him. He has to hold back a groan as your ass presses into his bulge.

Completely oblivious the state he’s in, you push back ever further, enjoying the cuddles from your stepbrother.

His hand slides down to your exposed stomach, rubbing small patterns into the skin, taking notice in the way goosebumps form beneath his touch. He can’t help but smirk at that.

You let out a soft hum, still in a deep unconscious state. His hand slowly trails higher, traveling up your torso. His hand halts when he feels your boob. You’re not wearing a bra.

He almost groans at the thought, convincing himself that you did it on purpose. That you want him to touch you. And so he does.

His hand fully engulfs your bare tit, squeezing it so firmly. You stir in your sleep, rolling onto your back. His eyes glimmer at the access you’re unknowingly giving him.

He pinches your hard nipple before removing his hand, and sliding it to the waistband of your shorts. Without hassle, his fingers poke into your bottoms, trailing further down. He tosses his head back at the notion of you not wearing any panties either. You’re practically begging to be fucked.

Taking in your sleeping figure, he lets his fingers go lower, sliding over your bare lips, groaning when he feels your arousal seeping through.

“I knew you were a slut.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

His fingers prod at your slit, pushing your lips open as he rubs you up and down. You let out a small, almost inaudible, moan from the feeling.

Rafe licks his lips, slowly circling your clit with two fingers. He can feel your body slightly tremble against him. Without a second thought, his fingers slide down to your entrance, pushing into you.

The action makes your body jump, instantly pulling you from your dreamy state. Your eyes flutter a few times, taking in what’s happening. Your heart rate picks up and your eyes widen, acknowledging the fact that your stepbrother has his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

“Rafe!” You gasp, attempting to push his hand away.

“Shh, you’re okay.” He whispers into your ear, his opposite hand holding you in place.

“W-what are you doing?” You panic, your body tensing as he continues to fuck his digits into you.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He quips, curling his fingers into your spongy walls.

It pulls a moan from you, one that you try to hide away as your cheeks burn bright with embarrassment.

You shake your head, “Stop. This is wrong, you’re my brother.”

“Stepbrother.” He corrects through gritted teeth.

His pace speeds up, the squelching sound filling in the room. Your brows knit together as you bite back your moans, the feeling being all too pleasurable.

“Do you really want me to stop?” He breathes against you. “Just tell me to stop and I will.”

Your mind races with a million thoughts a second, yet you feel blank at the same time. There’s no denying how good you feel right now, and how attracted you’ve felt towards Rafe. You always swallowed those feelings down, knowing it’s not right. But right here, right now, you don’t seem to care about anything else other than the feeling of his fingers working you.

“No, no.” You moan, your back arching. “Please don’t stop.”

He smirks, “That’s my girl.”

Next thing you know, he’s in between your legs, tongue lapping at your wetness as his fingers thrust in and out of you. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands as you buck your hips into his face while soft moans fall from your lips. You can practically feel his smirk as he pulls you closer.

“Taste so good, sound so pretty.” He coos, sucking up your juices. “Always knew you’d be a mess for me.”

You whine at his words, feeling your orgasm sneaking up on you. It doesn’t take long. His lips puckering around your clit and sucking harshly brings you over the edge. The guilt you have for letting him touch you dissipates as euphoria floods your veins. Your body convulses, legs shaking as you let go. He moans against your pussy, devouring everything you have to give him.

You’re left panting, coming down from the delicious high he gave you. He sits up, licking your remaining arousal from his lips. Scooting back up next to you, he pulls you into him once more, burying his face in your hair.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, still breathless.

“Thought you wanted to have a sleepover.” He mumbles, leaving you in a state of shock at what just took place.

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tags : @sunkissedrafe @wickedtactics @bunnycvnts @butterflyoceandreams

[rcsewcrld]

Hi Rose! I’ve just found your profile and saw you’re accepting requests so here you go:

Poly!wolfstar or poly!marauders where reader is completely in love with them but thinks they don’t like her back. When they confess their love for her she doesn’t believe because she thinks that what they have is already perfect and she doesn’t have a place in it. It takes them a lot of effort to make her believe it. Lots of angst with happy ending

really? || poly!wolfstar x fem!reader | 1.5k words

a/n: hi so this is very cliche and possibly very bad bc i’m very out of practice so i hope you appreciate that and i hope that this is what you wanted. i promise my writing will get better once i get back into the swing of things! also, thank you very much for requesting and i’m so sorry i took so long, something came up but that’s slowing down now so i’m back to it! also i’m really sorry it’s not very angsty but i just wasn’t in that frame of mind i’m so so so so sorry :(

content: as gn as possible but some fem hints in there sorry (im just too used to it :((), minimal use of y/n and pronouns, also bridgerton reference guys😭

“S’wrong, darling?” James queried at your spaced out expression during breakfast in the Great Hall. 

You shrug, “Dunno, James.” The bespectacled boy furrowed his brows but was soon distracted by something Peter was showing him on his other side. You did, in fact, know what was wrong. The two boys sitting opposite you were the bane of your existence this morning. They were also the object of your desires.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Best friends of 6, coming up to 7 years and boyfriends of 3 months. The most painful, yearning, pining 3 months of your life. The relationship between you, Sirius and Remus had always been ambiguous between the lines of platonic and romantic, but one fateful morning Sirius and Remus walked towards you in the corridor, holding hands and exuding a sickeningly sweet air of love.

“Earth to Y/n/n… you okay, sweetness?” Dark grey eyes locked with yours, pairing with the saccharine nickname you couldn’t help but smile dreamily at him. 

“Mhm,” you mumbled, “M’fine, Siri.”

“Good. Couldn’t have you spaced out like this all day,” he furrowed his dark eyebrows, “would never get through Potions if I didn’t have my lovely partner to talk to.” He finished with a wink that almost had you melting into a puddle on the stone floor. Peter and James shared a look at your, somewhat pathetic, lovesickness. 

“Ready to go then? Lessons start in 5 minutes.” Remus interrupted the charged gazing between you and Sirius.

“Of course you’d be the one to make us prudishly early, Moons.” Sirius stood up alongside Remus, clapping him on the back harshly as they started to walk off, followed closely by you, James and Peter.

“5 minutes is not prudishly early, Pads…”

———

“Ms Y/L/N, daydreaming again?” Slughorn’s voice broke you out of your stare. Your task today was to brew a successful amortentia potion. Sirius, eager as ever to discover the smell of what he loves, bounded up to the storage cupboard to collect all your ingredients. Also, something about ‘What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lady lift a finger under my watch?’

“Sorry, professor. Sirius is getting all the equipment so I just zoned out for a moment. Won’t happen again.” You visibly straightened up and put on your best apologetic voice, because you really weren’t sorry at all. You had been ogling Sirius. His shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth, pale skin, his shirt tightening slightly at his arms where his lean muscles were bulging slightly with the strain of stretching. He was visibly far less built-up than someone such as James who was nothing short of stocky, but being a beater still took lots of arm power.

As Professor Slughorn migrated back to his desk, Sirius came back over to your workbench, albeit, more carefully than he left it, as he was now carrying an abundance of supplies ready to begin brewing.

“Siri, y’know I could’ve helped you?” 

“Don’t sweat it, love.” He brushed it off.  

You began brewing the potion and it was going smoothly. (As much as Sirius tried his hardest to be a nuisance in class, he’d never purposefully sabotage you)

A pop from across the classroom made you a jump a little and averted your’s and Sirius’ attentions to James and Remus on the other side of the room. Remus was scoffing and rolling his eyes as James’ face was covered in soot, hair standing up on end. 

“Poor Moony.” You tutted, focusing back on your own potion. Originally, Remus had been partners with Lily, no complaints, perfect work, until Slughorn decided that James and Peter being a pairing was far too chaotic and forced Remus and Lily to re-partner, to quell the chaos caused by James and Peter’s pairing.

“He’ll be alright.” Sirius chuckled as you sprinkled the final ingredient into the brew.

You watched as the potion turned a pinkish colour and turned to Sirius with a pleased smile, “It worked!” He held his hand up for a high five that you quickly returned. 

“Ready to take a whiff, Black? Y/L/N?” Slughorn said as he approached your workbench. You both nodded and Sirius pushed you forward. The entire class had gone quiet, attention on your bench. You took a deep breath in over the cauldron.

First, cigarettes, and a deep, musky aftershave that was awfully familiar.

After a few moments it morphed into the scent of a crackling fireplace, new books and… chocolate.

“So? What do you smell?” Slughorn queried.

You broke out of your trance, glancing around the classroom at all of the pairs of eyes staring at you, awaiting an answer, specifically Sirius and Remus. The two people you had definitely just smelled, “Uh, um- I smelled,” You didn’t know whether to lie or not, “um, flowers?”

James snorted a laugh from across the room, quickly shutting up after a harsh elbow to the ribs from Remus.

“Care to elaborate?” Slughorn raised a questioning eyebrow. You shook your head vehemently and stepped back towards Sirius’ chest, who hurriedly took your place, eager to smell the potion.

“Books… chocolate,” Sirius paused to wink at Remus who glared at him, embarrassed, “…and, vanilla?”

Your eyes widened at that and you sucked in a very audible sharp breath, reminded of the vanilla perfume that you apply rather generously every morning. Sirius locked eyes with Remus across the room, sharing a look that meant We’ll talk later.

Slughorn clapped his hands to diffuse the awkward tension and called on Barty Crouch Jr’s workbench.

———

“Marls, I can’t just tell them I like them. I don’t wanna impose on what they already have together…” You huffed, pulling your knees up to your chest. Marlene wandered over from her bed and sat down next to you.

“Babe, I love you, but you are so oblivious.” She lamented.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“She really has no idea does she…?” Lily sighed from her bed.

“Those two boys are hopelessly in love with you, Y/N. And if you can’t see that then you are oblivious. Sirius’ amortentia smelled like you and Remus. The boy he’s already in a relationship with.”

“That could’ve been anyone’s vanilla perfume.” You shrugged, certain that the boys couldn’t want you in any way.

Lily rolled her eyes, “Tell them, Y/N.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth anxiously but nodded in agreement, “Wish me luck, girls.”

You trudged down the stairs to the common room, head low and anxiety swarming your brain.

“What’re you doing down here so late, darling?” 

You jumped at the voice, not expecting anyone to be occupying the common room at such a late hour. You looked up to find just the two boys you were looking for… Sirius splayed dramatically (somehow) in an armchair and Remus curled up into the corner of a couch.

“Oh, hi guys…”

“Don’t sound so disappointed, dovey!” Remus feigned offence and caused you to roll your eyes. You don’t know why you were so nervous. These guys were your best friends. Even if they rejected you they’d never stop wanting to be friends with you. Remus patted the space on the sofa next to him, indicating you to sit there and you obliged.

“Actually, I’ll have you know I was looking for you two.” 

“Oh, really?” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Here goes nothing.

“I like you guys. Like in the not friendly way. And I totally get if you don’t feel the same way and don’t want me to join you guys, ‘cause I don’t even know if you’re into that, but I just wanted to tell you because it’s been eating me up inside-“

“Shut up.”

“Sirius!” Remus scolded, smacking his boyfriend on the arm with the book he was holding. You remained silent, eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to mask your sadness with confusion. Slowly, you began to stand up, ready to make a run for it.

Abruptly, Sirius exclaimed, “Where are you going?

“You told me to shut up.”

“Oh yeah, that…”

“Dovey, he’s just shocked, that’s all. We feel the same way, see?” Remus comforted

“I can’t believe you didn’t bloody know we fancied you!” Sirius sat up straighter and pulled you from Remus’ side to sit on his lap, causing you to flush.

“Wait, you really like me?”

“Yes.”

“Both of you?”

“Yes.”

“Like, actually?”

“Yes.”

“And this isn’t a prank?”

“No.”

“So James and Peter aren’t hiding around a corner ready to throw treacle and feathers on me right now?”

“No.”

“And you really, actually, truly like me?”

“*Yes*!”

“Bloody hell, woman!” Sirius smashed his lips onto yours, leaving you breathless as you relax into his embrace, threading your hands through his hair before you pull apart.

“Is that enough evidence for you, sweetheart?” Remus grins as you nod, albeit hesitantly.

“Look at me. Sirius Black. Not only is he dating the fittest boy in Hogwarts, bar himself, of course, but he’s now dating the fittest girl!”

Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius’ antics.

“Wait, so we’re dating now?”

“Yes! Christ almighty…”

[rotthepoet]

Ngl brothers best friend lorenzo, I said and idc cause I need

Waaittttt no cuz its 9:05 am and the cogs in my head are turning because he’s so delicious. I am continuing Lorenzo brainrot because he’s disgusting and I want him!

Okay so I 100% imagine Lorenzo on the quidditch team and I can only imagine him as this really high and mighty jock. Comes over to your house to practice Quidditch in the backyard with your brother. he is over 24/7 almost. You’ll just be going about your day and suddenly Lorenzo is sitting across from you at the dinner table g l a r i n g at you. And you’re like… a little bit confused because like why are you here? Where is your own home? Why are you staring at me?

And like everyone, even you, is so oblivious to the fact that Enzo WANTS YOU SO BAD OMFG

He loves your brother, duh he’s his best friend, but you’re a special little perk. He likes walking into the kitchen late at night to find you also getting a snack. And you’re dressed so sweetly tonight with a big loose shirt and he cant even tell if youre wearing anything underneath it and fuck hes filling water from the sink and ignoring the raging hard on when you reach up to grab something from the top shelf and your shirt rides up just enough to reveal your underwear. Hes cooked.

And In the beginning, you hate Lorenzo. He’s so fucking mean to you :( he shoves past you in the halls and calls your funny names. Hes just a real dick for a long while after you meet. Then it slows down, not at a noticeable rate either. Just one day you wake up and you say good morning to Enzo in the kitchen and you get a deep “morning…” back. Throws you for a loop. But at least hes not laughing at you anymore.

Okay okay okay because

And hear me out here.

Lorenzo would so totally make an excuse to go over to your house while no ones home because he “left his wallet” or some other bullshit excuse. And he opens tye door and beelines to your room. And god he just wants to bury his face in your pillows for hours, but he opts for rubbing one out while a pair of your underwear is smushed across his face. And you know hes snooping around too. He finds your sex toys and he short circuits because theyre smaller than him which, according to him, means he can make you feel even better than a stupid dildo.

After this he’s even weirder with you. Meeting you more frequently in the kitchen, standing pressed up against your back while he grabs something from over your head. He slides his hand over your waist when he slips right past you in the hallway. He just wants to touch you so bad and like… why wouldn’t you want him? I mean look at him.

[nothingsure27]

Pairing: stepdad Bangchan x Fem Reader. _________________________________ : The stolen pleasure. _________________________________

!REQUESTED!

Synopisis:

Christopher bangchan, who is married to a woman sumin who has been his secretary over 5 year, and they loved each other so they just get married right after the divorce with his wife, he also has a son with his previous wife,, as the each day pass by, with the marriage he finds himself drawn to his stepdaughter, the sumin's adult daughter who he has been seeing since she was a teen now grown into a beautiful woman, bangchan is deeply attracted to his stepdaughter a desire that he struggles to deny despite knowing it's wrong. Unable to resist the allure of her body,

Warning, pure porn, nsfw, smut? unprotected sex, stepcest, step father, step daughter, age gap, cheating, whole 18+ content. Mdni🔞

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The house was quiet, the only sound coming from the soft hum of the air conditioning.

It was a hot summer day, the sun was outside heating up everything and the family had been going about their usual routine...

The summer heat was stifling, and you were sprawled on the couch, feeling the cool air from the AC. Relaxing

You were wearing a thin white tank top that clung to your curvy body and a pair of short shorts that barely covered your ass.

Your step father, bangchan, was sitting nearby, pretending to read a newspaper but stealing glances at your exposed legs and cleavage.

He could see the cling of your thin tank top against your skin, the way your shorts rode up your thighs.

His gaze lingered on your cleavage, his mind filled with sinful thoughts

He tried to keep his eyes on the newspaper, but it was difficult when your body was so temptingly on display.

He could hardly concentrates on the words in front of him, his mind filled with forbidden thoughts about his step daughter.

He wondered what it would be like to touch those smooth skin of your thighs, to feel the warmth of your body as he pulled you closer.

His heart was racing, and he could feel the blood pulsing through his veins.

as You were flipping through a magazine, mindlessly scrolling through the pages, trying to distract yourself from the heat.

You feel the your step dad's gaze on your body his sidelong glances.

It sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the fact that he was staring at you.

You continued to flip idly through the magazine, pretending not to notice, but you were hoping for more

You shifted on the couch, crossing your legs in a way that made your shorts ride up even more, exposing more of your creamy skin.

"It's so hot today" you mumbled.

He cleared his throat "Haha..yeah..it's an warm day.."

he laughed trying to act normal as he changed the same newspaper page for 3rd time, adjusting himself on couch & pretending to engrossed in the article on his hand.

and you loved the effect you were having on him.

You could feel his glance's running over your body, and it only made you more aroused.

You continued to casually cross and uncross your legs, knowing that it was driving him wild.

Bangchan's mouth went dry as he watched you cross and uncross your legs, your shorts riding up even more and revealing even more of your smooth skin.

It was like a private show just for him, and he couldn't get enough of it.

He had to fight the urge to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin under his fingers

He wanted to pull you into his lap, to slide his hands under your shirt and feel your body against his.

The way your curves were begging to be touched, Grab your curvey tits & squeez them inside his palm,,

But he knew he couldn't, that he had to keep his distance. He was your step father.

He tried to focus on the newspaper again, but it was a lost cause.

All he could think about was you and all the things he wanted to do to your body. He was starting to feel.

Yet he couldn't help it. He had always found you attractive,

He coudld feel the dick inside his trousers twitching to sprung out standing for the cool air.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as you continued to lounge on the couch and bangchan continued to struggle to control his thoughts.

It was as if you were teasing him on purpose, but he couldn't be Sure.

you loved the effect you were having on him. You knew he was struggling to maintain his composure,

and you decided to tease him a little more.

You leaned back on the couch, arching your back slightly and emphasizing your curves.

You smirk, knowing that you were affecting him in ways he could never admit. You continued to tease him,

His eyes were glued to your legs, following every move you made.

He could see the thin material of your shorts pulling tighter against your skin, and he wanted to rip them off and take you right there.

He looked around to make sure no one was watching, but your mother was busy unpacking the grocery bags and your step brother was playing with his toys in the corner.

But his thoughts were interrupted as you casually tossed the magazine aside & stood up, stretching your body in a way that made your shirt ride up even more.

Your stomach was fully exposed now, and he could see the lower curves of your breasts.

He inhaled sharply, eyes followed every move you made, his breathing becoming heavier as he fought down his desire. He couldn't take his eyes off your body.

You saw his reaction and knew that you had him wrapped around your finger.

You couldn't deny that you enjoyed the power you had over him, the way you could make him feel so desperate and yearning.

You stretched your body a few more times, making sure he got a good look at everything you were offering

You pretended to look for something, bending over slightly to search on the coffee table.

As you know that your step dad is watching you and you make sure to give him an unobstructed view of your backside as you bent over.

Bangchan's eyes widened as he got a full view of your backside, your shorts riding up even more.

He could see the outline of your underwear, and he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning.

He was losing the battle with his desires, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep control.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, the girl he had been seeing growing in this 5 years whenever her mother brought her, with her in his company since she was a 15 year old teen girl, & that's how she became his step daughter.

was now practically putting on a private show for him.

Her mother is the secretary of his

He could see every curve of your body, the way your shorts hugged your hips and ass,

the way you moved, the way your skin gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the window. His mind was filled with all kinds of licentious thoughts.

He could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps. Every fiber of his being was telling him to reach out and touch you, to pull you into his arms and make you his.

He glanced over at your mother his son, who were still preoccupied with what they were doing.

He took the chance and moved closer to you, pretending to be looking for something on the couch as well.

He was standing right behind you now, and he could smell your perfume mixing with the scent of your sweat from the summer heat.

He could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it was driving him crazy.

He was so close to you now that if he wants he could reach out and touch your bare skin, but he held back, his hands still clenched into fists at his sides

Even tho He desperately wanted to put his hands on your hips, to pull you back against him, make you sat on his bulge wanted to push his big veiny hands inside your tank top & exlpore your hold body, grab your curves and both mound & squeez it.

but he managed to hold himself back. Instead, he spoke, his voice low and heavy with desire.

"What are you looking for?" he asked,

pretending to be casual. But his voice was thick with desire,

and it was obvious that he couldn't keep his eyes off your body.

"I think I lost my earring somewhere on the couch," you replied,

looking up at him innocently, as if you had no idea what effect you were having on him.

"Let me help you look for it," he said,

he moved closer to you from back, to the point where you could feel his body heat radiating off him.

His hand brushed against your hip,

He towered his head as he pretended to search the couch cushion. You were laying earlier.

He tried to make it seem like he was just being helpful, but in truth, he just wanted an excuse to be close to you.

he could see the way your body pressed against the thin fabric of your shirt. He was struggling to keep his hands to himself,

"I don't see it anywhere," he said, his voice strained. "Maybe it fell on the floor somewhere."

"You're probably right," you replied, not missing a beat. "I'll look on the floor while you keep searching the couch."

Without waiting for a response, he knelt down beside you, still pretending to help you search the floor.

But he was actually taking the opportunity to admire your body from this new angle, his eyes roaming over your legs and hips.

He trying to keep his eyes on the couch cushions instead of watching you bend over and look under the couch.

He could feel the tension in his body, his desire for you growing with every passing minute.

You got down on your hands and knees, pretending to look for your earring, but in reality, you were giving your step dad an even better view of your body.

You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew he was struggling to keep his composure.

He watched you crawl along the floor, admiring the way your body moved

As you crawled along the floor, pretending to search for your nonexistent earring.

Bangchan tried to keep his focus on the couch cushions, but he couldn't help but steal glances at you as you crawled around the floor.

Seeing your beautiful body move so gracefully was driving him mad with desire.

"I can't find it anywhere," he said, sighing in frustration.

He could see you crawling on the floor, your legs and back exposed as you searched for your earring.

He wanted nothing more than to push you down onto the floor and take you right there, fuck the sense into you, grab your hair as your back lean against his body .

"I can't find it anywhere," he said, sighing in frustration.

"Don't give up yet," you said, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Maybe it's under the coffee table or something."

With that, you crawl over to coffe table, as he watched you bend over again, this time to look under the coffee table.

Your shorts rode up even higher on your thighs, and he could see the outline of your shapely backside.

He bit his lip to keep himself from making a sound.

You once again giving him a perfect view of your curved ass inside those tight short, the lace of white panty can be seen on display.

He knew he should just give up and move away from you, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I don't see it anywhere here either," you said, pretending to look under the coffee table.

But you knew that you weren't going to find anything, and that you just wanted an excuse to stay there, bent over in front of him.

Your mother voice from the kitchen echoed throught both of your ear,

"honeyy, could you come in here for a sec? I need some help with something."

He snapped him back to reality.

Bangchan reluctantly tore his gaze away from you and called back,

"y-yeah Coming, honey!" He shot you one last glance before rushing into the kitchen.

"What do you need, honey?" He asked, trying to sound casual as he entered the kitchen.

"I can't reach that jar up there," Sumin said, pointing to an high shelf where a jar of pickles was sitting.

"Can you get it for me, please?

"Sure thing," he said, moving over to the shelf. He easily reached up and grabbed the jar of pickles, handing it over to his wife.

"Thanks," Sumin said, taking

the jar from him. "And while you're in here, can you please start unpacking the rest of the groceries? I need to finish making dinner."

________TIME SKIP_________

It was the evening, and everyone had just finished dinner.

Sumin was busy washing the dishes in the kitchen, and bangchan was hovering behind her, his body close to hers.

"Honey," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and urgent.

"Can I talk to you in the bedroom for a minute?" His hands were on her hips, pulling her closer to him.

Sumin glanced back at him, sensing his urgency. She could feel the tension in his body, and she knew that he wanted more than just a conversation.

She dried her hands on a towel and turned to face him.

You were walking by the kitchen and saw both of them and you hide behind wall to overhear.

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes searching his face.

He looked almost desperate, like he was barely holding himself back.

"Honey i need you" his hands moving to her waist. He drew her closer, pressing her body against his.

"Please...come with me."

Sumin could feel the heat radiating off his body and the urgency in his touch.

She knew that they hadn't been intimate in a while, and she could sense his need for her.

She wasn't in mood she was tired but she nodded for him. He could sense

As bangchan led Sumin into the bedroom, he could sense that she wasn't in the same mood as him.

She was tired, and he could tell that she was just agreeing to his advances to appease him.

You felt irritated as your step father pulled your mother to their bedroom & closed the door behind, you know what was going to happen in that room tonight you felt pang of anger jealousy.

....

He sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of guilt for putting her in this situation. He knew that she was exhausted from working all day and cooking dinner for the family. But his mind was hazy with desire, and he couldn't think straight anymore.

As he pushed those thoughts aside

He was too lost in his own desires to care about her mood.

He closed the bedroom door behind them, locking it with a click. The room was dimly lit by the nightstand lamps, casting shadows over the bed.

He pulled Sumin into his arms, his hands moving over her body.

He could feel her resistance, her body stiffening under his touch, but he ignored it, too caught up in his own needs.

She tried to push him away gently, her voice quiet as she spoke.

"Honey I'm so tired. I don't think I can tonight."

He ignored her words, his hands grasping at her clothes.

"Please," he said, his voice low and pleading. "I need you. It's been too long."

Sumin felt a pang of guilt as she heard the desperation in his voice.

She knew that it had been a while since they had been intimate, but she just didn't have the energy tonight.

She tried to reason with him, her voice still soft.

"Dear we can do it tomorrow. I'm just really tired right now."

"Babe please.." he whined

Sumin tried to push him off again, her voice firmer this time. "I said no. I'm too tired and I don't feel like it tonight."

"Please please"

She sighed, knowing that she wasn't going to win this argument. "Alright," she said, her voice resigned. "Just be quick, okay?"

He nodded and pushed her onto the bed, crawling on top of her.

He wasn't in the mood for foreplay or gentleness, his body aching to relieve the tension that had built up inside him.

Bangchan reluctantly turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. His eyes had adjusted to the dimness, and he could still see the outline of Sumin's body lying stiffly on the bed

He lay down beside her, his hands roaming over her body, seeking the familiar curves of her hips and waist. But her body was unresponsive, her muscles tense and unyielding.

He tried to kiss her neck, but she turned her head away, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

He could feel the coldness coming off her, and it made him feel even more frustrated and desperate.

"Please," he said, his voice cracking. "Can you at least look at me?"

Sumin reluctantly turned her head to face him, her expression neutral. "We're doing this, what else do you want?" her voice cool and controlled.

Bangchan felt a pang of hurt at her words, but he tried to push it aside.

He wanted her to be present with him, to feel the connection they used to have. But her body was like a block of ice, unmoving and uninterested.

He reached out to touch her face, but she flinched away from his touch. "Don't," she said, her voice firm. "Just...just get it over with."

He felt a wave of despair wash over him, but he knew that he couldn't argue with her. So he positioned himself on top of her, bracing himself for the most unromantic and unpleasurable experience of his life.

He needed to release he needed a hole to release, he pulled down his trouser along with boxer & her skirt as well & pulled out his huge big angry monster cock from & was doing fucking her

but he felt no pleasure nothing just moving his hips relentlessly but no response were coming under him, nor even a moan, the only noise in the room was skin thumping & his grunts he felt frustrated.

You were hearing those from your room and felt anger rush over through the veins, all the effect & the work you did to made him horny & now all of this reward someone else is receiving.

Bangchan was not reaching his high yet. He was feeling more anger so he just stop and pulled himself off from his wife,

& pulled back his pant, a's he glance over at his wife over the shoulder, & his wife just moved her position to her side in bed & pulled the blanket over her body,,,

his face now facing her back on, she didn't even cared for him, she know well he haven't realsed. Yet & she didn't even cared asking for once 'what happened'

Bangchan could feel really anger toward her his eyes were burning with he'll fire.

《《《《FEW DAYS, SKIP》》》

He was exhausted from a long day at work, but his mind was racing with too many thoughts to sleep. He quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake his wife lying beside him.

He had been doing something he shouldn't for the last few nights, sneaking into your room late at night after everyone else had fallen asleep.

Bangchan carefully pushed open the door to your room, his heart racing in his chest. He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake anyone up.

As entered your room quietly, his heart racing with anticipation and a hint of shame.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He approached your bed, taking in the sight of your body lying there, wrapped in just a thin sheet. He could see the outlines of your curves and the soft, almost imperceptible rise and fall of your chest.

His Dick twitche'd inside his short pant, His eyes roamed over your body, as he slowly removed the blanket from your body, his eye lingering on your bare legs and the thin material of your underwear.

He could feel his body reacting to the sight of you, and he unconsciously licked his lips. He moved closer, his hands reaching out to touch your body.

the glory of your body under the neon light in your room is something,

He caressed your curves, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath his fingers.

He knew he had to be careful, that he couldn't make too much noise and risk waking you up.

He sat beside you in bed & his other hand finding the way to under his pant & he start to give stroke to his hard dick,

"fuck~~" his breath was hitching as he speed up his palm and other hand working on your skin he was squeezing your boobs.

He moved closer to your face, his breath warm on your skin as he leaned in to gently kiss your neck a wet one,

He could feel your body shiver slightly under his touch, and he chuckled to himself, thinking that you were still asleep.

his tongue out mouth agap, hungry to taste your skin. He could hear your soft, steady breaths, and it fueled his desire even more.

He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, and he knew that he was risking everything by coming to your room like this.

He let his hands wander further, touching and squeezing your body in all the places he had wanted to for so long.

He tried to be gentle, his movements slow and stealthy, but his need was overwhelming,

He tried to convince himself that he was just satisfying a physical need, that it didn't mean anything more than that. But deep down, he knew he was lying to himself.

Every night, he would come to your room, unable to resist the pull of desire. He would touch and taste you, his hands and mouth moving over your sleep-warmed skin.

And you, pretending to be asleep, would let him do it, enjoying the feeling of his touch and the knowledge that you had this secret power over him.

& he couldn't help himself. Your body was too enticing, too alluring, and he was powerless to resist.

He ran his hands along your waist and hips, savoring the feel of your flesh against his fingertips.

"f-fuck fuck I'm-" he whispered to himself as he was speeding his hand more that was wrapped around his hard dick and he felt he was close almost.

his hand on your breast that was covered with thin lacy bra he squeezing & squeezing.

Your skin was soft and warm beneath his touch, and he wanted more.

He was caught in a web of conflicting emotions, knowing that he was betraying his wife with each touch, but being unable to resist the pull you had on him.

You were secretly enjoying it so much you could feel your core drenched inside your lacy panty but your ego self respect is too high, you wont give onto him until he asks you or take you forcibly the way you always dreamed, wanted to be used by him no matter what,

you were having crush on him since you first meet him at age of 15 even tho he was older than you, you find him attattractive stunning, & then after your mother married with him disappointed you more than anything could cz you became like his daughter that sh!t pissed you off,,

and every night after newlywed married the fucking noises you hear from the next room of your's through the wall the bed cracking sound the bed hitting on the wall the moans of pleasure your mom makes, you were jealous as he'll,,

& one night you even peek through the little hole in door knob & saw how hard & fast he was fucking, how he was drilling his monster dick, & how much you want to be laying in there beneath him and want him to drill yout just like that,,,, the thought of it made your pussy cat throbbed inside your soaked panty.

That's when you fucking decided to pull him to you, you want him to fuck the sense into you saying iT is wrong whore and that's where you were being successful in each minute second whenever he is around you.

"Fuck~ fuck~" his voice husky deep as his lip went agap he is reaching his high breath went heavier heart thumping faster, After some second later his hot liquid spread through over his hand & inside the black short.

his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at your form, still lying on the bed, and a pang of guilt and shame washed over him.

He sighed as He pulled up his pants, trying to straighten himself up and regain his composure.

The guilt and remorse hit him like a wave, but he also couldn't deny the immense pleasure he had just experienced, he carefully fixed your blanket again over your body.

As he looked down at your sleeping beauty face he can't help but smile tugged corner of his lips, even tho He loved his wife, but he couldn't deny the powerful sexual connection he had with you.

He then slowly walked oyt of room & closed the door behind sighing heavily, & walked to his room as he washed himself he layed beside his wife looking at the ceiling.

__________TIME SKIP _________

the next day you woke up and went to kitchen for some cold water , you were wearing a white tshirt and just panty you stoood infornt of fridge drinking water from bottle, where you noticed a small letter on counter, you took it and unwrap it,

{In later}

"Honey or y/n whoever took it, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before going there was an emergency in my parents house so i had to rush village,, I'm taking susan with me so don't worry, and there are boxed food in refrigerator, i don't know when I will back so I will text y/n to cook for you take care honey -" your sumin ((

You rolled your eyes at the last sentence & scoffed but you got excited at the same time, finally you're alone in this house with your step father bangchan, you can tease him all you want all day all day & night since it's weekend.

You pulled up youyour tshirt over your head and throw it somewhere in floor now you're only in your lacy panty bra.

As you were making pancake humming a song swaying your hips.

Bangchan woke up from sleep cause of the arouma of the breakfast he saw his wife is not beside him & he chuckled knowing his wife is making pancake's for him his favorite breakfast, & he groggily get off from the bed & putting slipper as he made his way out of room rubbing his sleepy eye.

Bangchan entered the kitchen, still half-asleep and rubbing his eyes. He approached you from behind, his mind still fuzzy with sleep.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of your hair and skin, and pressed his body against yours. For a moment, he forgot that you were not his wife and simply enjoyed the comfort of your body against his.

"Mmm, good morning," he mumbled into your hair, his voice a low rumble.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"Pancakes?" he asked, his hands roaming over your hips and stomach, still half-lidded and unfocused.

He continued to hold you close, his body warm and drowsy against yours.

He tightened his arms around you, his hands roaming over your bare skin, feeling the lace and softness of your lingerie.

It wasn't until he felt something different & opened his eyes and realized that the body he was holding was not his wife's that he jerked back, his sleepy haze quickly vanishing.

A mix of shock and confusion crossed his face as he took in the sight of you standing there in just your bra and panties.

He quickly released his hold on you and stepped back, his eyes wide and his heart racing.

He froze, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you in front of him. Embarrassment and shock flooded through him as he realized what he had just done.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, His mind was suddenly wide awake, the realization

"Wait, I... I thought... you're not Sumin," he said running a hand through his messy hair his mind racing to process.

"I... I didn't realize it was you," he mumbled,

rubbing the back of his head. He felt embarrassed and guilty, realizing that he had just embraced you, his stepdaughter, thinking you were his wife.

He averted his eyes, unable to make direct contact with you after this awkward encounter.

"I woke up and... and I saw you from behind, I wasn't fully awake and I thought you were... you know..."

He trailed off, his cheeks flushed with shame.

He felt his face growing warm as he took in your appearance once again. He couldn't deny that you looked even more enticing than usual, standing there in nothing but your bra and panties.

The sight of you in such little clothing was almost too much to bear this early in the morning.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering effects of sleep and the unexpected encounter.

"What are you doing making breakfast in your... uh... in that attire?" he asked, his eyes flickering down to your body once again before quickly looking away.

"I woke up and decided to make pancakes,"

you said nonchalantly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"And I figured I might as well dress... comfortably." You turned back to the stove, flipping the pancake in the pan, putting on a show for him.

couldn't help but let his gaze wander over your body once more.

The way you moved, the way your hips swayed as you cooked, it was sending his mind into dangerous territory.

He forced himself to look away again, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart.

"W-where is your mother??" He asked trying to looking around to distract himself from your body,

"She went to village saying there's an emergency so grandma needed help"

"O-oh," he nodded & culdn't take his eyes off you as you moved around the kitchen, your body swaying gracefully with your every movement.

He found himself growing more and more aroused as he watched you, his eyes tracing the lines of your curves.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Y-you know, maybe you should... put on some clothes first," he said gruffly, his voice betraying his inner struggle.

You turned to face him, your smile widening. "Why not?"

you asked, feigning innocence. "After all... and it is a warm summer day."

"I-it's not exactly... uh..I'm... appropriate to be wearing so little around the house," he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

A mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Oh? And who's going to see me? Except for you, of course," you teased, a coy smile gracing your lips.

Bangchan felt his heart rate quicken at your words.

There was something about the way you were looking at him, the way you were speaking, that made his blood run hot. He tried to ignore the effect you were having on him and responded gruffly.

"That's not the point. It's just... not proper."

You turned to fully face him now, leaning back against the counter as you continued your teasing.

"Oh, come on, I know you don't mind the view," you said, batting your eyelashes at him.

His breath hitched in his throat as he looked at you, taking in the full view of your body.

His eyes roamed over your curves, his mind filled with thoughts he knew he should not be having about his stepdaughter. He tried to maintain his composure, his voice gruff.

"I... that's not the point." He paused.

the sight of your exposed skin. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing arousal.

"That's not the point," he repeated, his voice tight. "You're... you're my stepdaughter. It's not right."

You smirked, enjoying the way he was struggling to control himself. You took a step closer to him.

"What if I told you I don't care about what's right?" you purred, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"And what if I want to make you uncomfortable?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

"What if I want you to look at me like that, to desire me like that?"

Your words were like a drug, seeping into his mind and clouding his judgment.

His eyes flickered down to your body again, taking in the curves and the softness of your skin. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling dry.

"Don't tease me like that," he said, his voice a strained whisper.

"That's... that's crossing a line," he said, his voice strained.

"You're my stepdaughter. It's wrong. I can't..." He trailed off, his mind waging a war between his morality and his growing attraction to you.

"Oh,? Is that so?.. Step daddy.. Then i guess, Whenever you visit tiptoeing in my room late night, while mom asleep & you touch my body whil I sleep.. Is that right? For a step daddy to do it with his step daughter huh?!"

Bangchan roze, his face going pale as he was caught off guard by your revelation. He stumbled backwards, reeling from the unexpected accusation.

"H-how do you know... about that," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper

"I wasn't sleeping," you replied, a smirk playing on your lips.

"I was playing a little game to see how far you would go."

your tone almost smug.

"I know everything you've been doing, every night when you come into my room, thinking I'm asleep"

felt the blood drain from his face as he realized just how much you knew. He was stunned, speechless, his mind reeling with the implications of what you had just revealed.

"Y-you were... awake? All this time?" he managed to croak out, his voice rough with embarrassment and shame.

"Every single time," you confirmed, taking another step closer to him.

"I've been pretending to sleep, pretending not to feel you touching me, pretending not to know what you've been doing."

Bangchan swallowed, his throat suddenly going dry, his heart hammered in his chest, guilt and shame washing over him like a wave.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, couldn't believe that he had been so careless, so reckless.

"Why... why didn't you say anything?" he asked, his voice shaking

"I wanted to see how long you would keep it up, how far you would go before stopping yourself," you replied,

your voice dripping with mockery.

"And clearly, you never did. You just kept coming back for more, like an addict."

"I... I can explain—" he began,

You interjected cutting him off with a dismissive wave of your hand, before he could say anything more. "Save it"

You closed the distance between him & you, your soft palm on his mouth & another one is on his clothed chest, you are standing directly in front of him,

"There's nothing to explain," you said, your voice dripping with sultry seductive tone.

"You've made your bed and now you have to lie in it. You've been caught, step daddy~" your dripping sweet whisper to his ear that close sent a chill down to his spine.

& he cold feel his Dick growing inside, sweat started to gatgather on his forheadd.

"L-listen---"

"I don't want your excuses. I want action~" You cutt him off.

He couldn't deny that the view was indeed spectacular, but he also knew that this was crossing a line. He took a step closer to you, his eyes locked on yours.

He put his hand on your hip & pulled you close.

His mind was clouded with need, his body taut with desire for you.

He couldn't deny the intense attraction he had for you, the way you looked in your lacy bra and panties was driving him wild.

"You're playing a dangerous game, you know that right?" he said, his voice dropping to a low husky.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

"Is it really a game if you're already losing?" you retorted, your voice equally sultry.

the gap between you shrinking. "You're playing with fire,"

His hands find they're way to more down and grabbed your ass giving hard squeeze his breath hitching, eyes filled with hunger & lust.

he had already losen all of his control. There was a change in his voice.

"I like playing with fire," you said, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"Or perhaps I should say, I like playing with you.~"

He gives your ass another hard squeeze.

"You... you fucking have no idea how much.. I've wanted you, how much.. I've freaking been holding back," he said,

his voice rough and low. His breath went heavier.

His eyes darkened with a mix of lust and desire as he grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the counter,

pinning your body against his. He leaned in close, his face mere inches from yours

"You don't know what you're messing with," he growled, pressing his hips against yours.

You gasped at the sudden movement, your body trapped between the counter and his much larger frame.

You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he leaned down, his mouth hovering just above your ear.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" you teased, your voice a little breathless.

Bangchan chuckled lowly in response, his grip on your wrists tightening.

"It's a warning, and you'd be wise to heed it," he replied, his voice rough with desire.

His lips skimmed over your earlobe, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck.

You shivered at the touch of his lips on your skin, unable to suppress the moan that escaped your throat.

Your body arched against his, seeking more contact, more friction.

tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck. "And what if I don't listen to your warnings?"

you asked, your own voice growing ragged. As you asked, your voice sultry and teasing.

nipped at your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh.

"Then you'll find out just how far I'm willing to go," he said, his voice thick with lust.

One of his hands released your wrists, trailing down your body to settle on your hip, fingers digging into your skin possessively.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand caressed your hip.

The mix of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, making it hard to think straight. You pressed your body closer to his, seeking more contact, more friction.

"Maybe I want to find out," you said boldly, your eyes meeting his.

His eyes darkened at your words, the last remnants of restraint melting away.

"Careful what you wish for," he warned,

before capturing your lips in a hot, fierce kiss. His hand on your hip roughly pulled you closer, his body pressing you even tighter against the counter.

You gasped into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck as you responded eagerly.

Your mouths slanted together, tongues tangling as the heat between you grew hotter and hotter.

your tongue meeting his in a fierce battle for dominance.

Your hands, now free, reached up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still. The kiss was rough, hungry, both of you desperate for more, eager to push the boundaries even further.

the make out session was too nasty the sound of slurp could be heard as both of your & his saliva mixed together tongue fighting suckling.

Bangchan broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

You both panting heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours. His hands roamed wildly over your body, exploring every inch of exposed skin.

"Oh, God,.. you taste.." pause.

"Even better than I imagined."

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he murmured, his words hot against your lips. "How long I've been holding back."

"Then don't hold back anymore," you breathed,

your voice a mere whisper. One of your hands slid to his chest, pushing him back slightly so you could look at him.

"I don't want you to hold back."

"Give in to what you've been craving."

you breathed, your voice a mere whisper. One of your hands slid to his chest, pushing him back slightly so you could look at him.

groaned at your words, unable to resist the allure in your voice.

You bit your lip, a small whimper escaping as his hands roamed over your skin, leaving trails of hot desire in their path.

his desire ignited even further by your command.

He took a step back, his hands grasping your hips and hoisting you up onto the counter in one fluid motion.

He stepped between your legs, his body pressing against yours once again, you could feel his bulge inside those short, he bring his face level with yours.

You gasped at the sudden movement, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

The position brought your bodies even closer together, the heat between you almost unbearable.

"You sure about this?" Bangchan asked, his voice a low growl.

His hand moved lower, caressing your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of your lace panties.

"more than i'm"

his lips met yours in another burning kiss. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex under your touch.

The heat between you was almost unbearable, every touch, every breath creating a new wave of ecstasy.

His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushed his body against yours.

You could feel his hardness rubbing against you through his jeans, the sensation only fueling the fire burning inside you.

"You drive me crazy," he grunted, breaking the kiss to trail hot kisses down your neck.

As his hands found the hem of your bra and tugged at it, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin underneath.

"This has got to go," he muttered his voice rough with need.

"Then late it off," you replied, your voice low and sultry.

The feeling of his hands on your skin was driving you wild, making it hard to think straight. You leaned back slightly, giving him better access, your eyes watching him intently.

You arched your back, pushing your chest towards him, His hands slowly slid up your sides, his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake.

He unclasped the hooks of your bra with practiced ease, letting the fabric fall away to reveal your bare skin.

"Fuck!' he muttered looking at your chest he waste no time and started to squeezing it in his both palm.

"~mh" you gasp.

HHis lip found its way to you'd nipple sucking it like a child.

Your fingers brushed through his messy black hair as you chuckle pulled him more close to your tits, you through your head back eye closing with pleasure.

"Mhm.."

You Bite your bottom lip cause it to bleed.

"Fuck! That's cool" he pulled himself back as he looked at the bite marks on your chest he made reddish blue his look was kinda feeling proud.

he pulled his short down and his big long fat dick sprung out,with leaking precum.

You bite your lips finally seeing the sight you were desperate to see for so long, waiting for so long is finally infornt of you,

Bangchan smirk reading your face as he give stroke to his dick.

"Like what you see huh?" He asked stroking his cock.

"I love it~" your voice sutra whisper, your feet on floor as you came down from counter,

you took the honey bottle from. The counter side and started to pouring it on his diick. He just watched you didn't question anything further.

You sat down on floor on your knees, & grabbed his hard throbbed cock wrapped around your palm it was standing proudly.

"It's so warm~" you muttered and started giving few sstroke.

"Damn! " his breath hitched, as he was looking down at you, his breath went heavy.

you chuckled at his reaction & stick out u your tongtongue licking the head of his dickhead.

"Fuck dont you dare to!" He warned.

The next thing you did is taking the whole length of his in your mouth and squeezing his ball with other hand.

His tip touching back of your throat.

You started to gag on him!.

"Such a whore!..I can't hold it anymore I need to feel your warm pussy"

As he said and grabbed your arm pulled you up, & madmade you sat on counter top, he gathered some saliva from his mouth and spatter on his hand, before it goes inside your lacy panty to your already wetted core.

"Ah~" your eyes rolled back cause of his cold hand touched your sensitive warm place for the first time.

He gives a few stroke on his dick and teased your hole with his tip, rubbing it around your little pussy,

"Mhm~ step d-daddy.. stretch me"

You choked "huh? Baby girl want her step daddy to stretch her little tiny hole huh? Is that right?" He said,

"Y-yeas stepd daddy stretch me.. fuck me with this massasive Dick of yours in animalistic speed till i pass out plss " you said.

With no wasting time he stretching you out with his monster cock, sliding the panty lace aside .

He growled "angh- fuck!!" .

"Ah- " you shut your eyes as your arms wrapped around his neck as he fucking your core.

"Ah fuck, fuck yes that pussy the warm one~ feels so fucking goood~" he growled.

you both were in cloud9 as the pleasure you are getting from each other taking you both their so high,

The smell of your sweaty body, skin slapping nastiness filled the kitchen, you held bangchan so close to you as he is drilling you,,

the pleasure you were craving for years the pleasure, that was stolen from you, you're finally getting it you're finally getting your that •stolen Pleasure• the victory the won smirk tugged on your face.

As you thought of these all your head on his shoulder you were holding him too close to you as he was fukcing you relentlessly ..

_____________`THE END~`🍾

(Sorry for uploading it so so late i'm tooo sorry, for it but now I finally uploead it I hope you did enjoyed and liked the story, pls do let me know how was it, and you guys pls reblog and like it for more)

[izzy2210]

Staring

One thing about Eddie that Steve couldn’t stop staring at, were his fingers. Those long, pale fingers, adorned with rings and chipped off nail polish, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. He watched as Eddie took the blunt from Jonathan, inhaled the smoke, and passed it back. He watches his fingers curl around the joint, and wished they’d curl around something else. He watched as he grabs a hair tie, putting it in between his teeth because his hands are busy, lean fingers raking through his curls. Steve could be actually drooling, because Robin nudges him. 

“Earth to Steve? Hey, what are you thinking about?” She hooks her pinkie finger into his, a reminder that he can say anything. Steve sighs, and tears his eyes off of Eddie. “Nothin’, Robs.” He stretches, raising his arms high above his head, closing his eyes, as if that will help.

One thing about Steve that Eddie couldn't stop staring at, was his lower belly. That smooth, tanned skin, adorned with scars and a little happy trail, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. He watched as Steve stretched, his already short sweater riding up until his tanned skin peeks out from underneath. Steve would tell you he gained weight, but Eddie only sees more to grab, more to taste.. Eddie could be actually drooling, because Jonathan nudges him. “You good, man? You were just staring off into the distance..”  He nudges him again. “Nothing, Jon.” He rakes his fingers through his hair again.

This dance goes back and forth for a while, too engrossed in staring at the other that they don’t notice the other one’s staring. Robin and Jonathan share a knowing look. Robin stands up. “I’m just gonna go to the toilet.” Jonathan’s eyebrows rise, “Oh uh yeah, me too.” He stands up as well, and in the blink of an eye, Steve and Eddie are alone. They’ve never been. 

Steve swallows audibly, and his Adam’s apple bobs, catching Eddie's attention. He twirls a curl around his finger, and Steve stares. Eddie looks at him, and scoots closer to him on the couch. “So- eh..” He begins, but Steve interrupts him. “You look pretty. For a boy, I mean.” He adds quickly. How smooth, Harrington.

“Oh, eh. Thank you. I think.” Eddie chuckles awkwardly, and Steve could slap himself. “What I’m trying to say is that.. Uhm..” He stumbles over his words, and the fact that Eddie is fiddling with his hair is not helping. Steve hides his face with his hand, stretching over the couch. “Sorry, man, I don’t.. I don’t know. Sorry.” He pinches his brow, but Eddie only has eyes for the tiny sliver of skin revealing itself when Steve lays down. His fingers twitch to reach out, to run his fingertips along the line V-shape his hip-dips make, to lick and taste his skin. 

“You-uh. You look pretty as well, Steve.” Steve’s eyes meet Eddie’s. “For a boy, you mean?” he asks, forgetting to breathe. Eddie shrugs. "Just.. Just pretty. I guess.” He turns the ring on his pinkie around and around, and Steve is fucking salivating. “Look- Eddie.. Fuck- I’m sorry for what I’m about to say but please, fuck, stop fiddling with your fingers,” Steve groans. Eddie smirks. “And what if I don’t?” He teases, the weed making him courageous,  and Steve sighs, shrugging and scratching an itch on his side. His sweater rides up again, and this can’t keep going on like this, Eddie decides. 

“Look, Steve, I’m- I’m very gay. You know that.” Steve’s eyes widen, and he nods. “And I may perhaps be very gay for you. Now if you would also please stop letting your shirt ride up like that, that would be great, because I’m about to fucking pin you down and have my way with you, and I think neither of us want that. Now if you wouldn’t mind, I’m going upstairs and I’m gonna cry for a bit.” He stands up abruptly, but Steve grabs his wrist. 

“I’d want that. I think.” 

“You’d.. Huh?” Eddie looks at him, and then at his wrist. If his hands are warm, his stomach would be even warmer. “I’d like that. Not the crying part. I’ve been staring at you the entire night, Eds, you really didn’t notice? Fuck, those hands..” 

Eddie sits back down. “What about them?” He traces random patterns on Steve’s wrist. He stares. “You really want me to say it, huh?” He smiles slightly, and Eddie nods. “Want you to put them in my mouth, Eds, let me suck on them. Or wrap them around my neck. Or something else.” 

Eddie lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Well in that case, I’d love to run my fingers over your stomach, Stevie. I, for once, have been staring at that. It’s criminal.” “It’s pudgy-” “It’s fucking hot, alright? Fuck, just wanna..” Eddie keeps his promise, and pins him down on the couch, hovering above his face. He seems to sober up a little, realizes what he’s doing, flashes a look at Steve’s lips, and forms a different plan. “Maybe we should.. take this slow. Do this properly. I like you, Stevie. Wanna kiss you real bad, and then do some other stuff after. Mostly kiss you.” 

Steve looks up at him, all big doe eyes and soft lips. “Yeah, yes. Me too. Like you too. A lot,” and he presses a soft kiss against Eddie’s lips. “Don’t mind taking this slow, wouldn’t be very responsible to do it while we’re high, either way. Maybe you’ll regret it all tomorrow.” He presses another kiss. “Won’t-” Eddie says breathlessly, and kisses back. Buries his fingers in Steve’s hair, and groans against his lips. Tastes the weed on Steve’s tongue, and tries to remember it in case he never wants to see him again tomorrow. Not today though, not tonight. Tonight they kiss, high and hot and lovely, until the morning comes. 

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AAAHHH I DID SOMETHING AGAIN? (wrote half if this while i was drunk and the other half while i was sleep-deprived so all the yearning is just me)

@steddieas-shegoes @inklessletter @flowercrowngods

[sidekick-hero]

You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some)

(steddie | explicit | 6.4k | AO3)

And so begins the longest ten minutes of Eddie Munson's life.

He's standing there, the sun beating down on them, but he's sweating for a completely different reason as he watches Steve contort himself to reach every last inch of his precious BMW. His shorts are riding dangerously high, just barely revealing the curve of his round ass more than once. There are moles all over his skin, like constellations waiting to be explored by adventurous hands and lips. The hair on his legs looks soft, so light it's almost blonde, and Eddie wants to run his fingers over it, scratch the creamy white skin of his inner thighs and leave his mark on that perfect body.

Or: Steve washes his car just for Eddie to get it dirty again.

Eddie was going to die. Death by sexual frustration. Or spontaneous combustion. Maybe a heart-attack. No matter how, his neighbor would be the death of him.

He and his best friend Chrissy just moved into the duplex three weeks ago, but Eddie was already on the brink of insanity. Just last week he had to witness said neighbor — Steve, the most boring name for the most exciting creature he ever laid eyes on — water his garden in nothing but red swimming trunks, his skin glistening in the sun like that creepy vampire Chrissy was so obsessed with. Eddie had wanted to lick every drop of sweat from his body, soothe the blooming sunburn on his shoulders and nose with his spit, and ask him to water something else with his hose.

And to add insult to injury, the guy was not only gorgeous, but nice. Like, super nice. He's always polite, always handing out smiles like candy on Halloween. He never stares at Chrissy in that sleazy way that too many guys do. There are no loud parties. Hell, the guy even separates his garbage. Eddie's pretty sure he also rescues kittens from trees in his spare time.

When they had moved in, Steve had come over and offered his help, just like that. Being a little overwhelmed and a lot exhausted from moving both of their belongings in one day, they had gratefully accepted. Steve had carried box after box, his biceps straining against the sleeves of his polo shirt. Despite the heat and the sweat running down his face and neck, he smelled heavenly every time he walked by Eddie. He would brush up against him or press in close as they both tried to lift something from the moving truck, and Eddie had to close his eyes and will himself to calm down. He was sure he'd get a hard-on every time he smelled Steve's cologne from now on.

Today's special torture was Steve washing his car in front of his garage. Wearing nothing but a white tank top and the shortest jean shorts Eddie has ever seen in his life, which is saying something considering his best friend is an ex-cheerleader. What the fuck was this guy thinking? Does this count as assault?

The top and shorts were already soaked, clinging to Steve's body like a second skin and leaving little to the imagination. Not that Eddie's imagination didn't still run wild with what it was given. So wild, in fact, that Eddie doesn't even notice how he all but drops the groceries he was trying to carry to the house back into his van, and walks over to the godlike creature, who is acting out a scene that could have come straight out of one of Eddie's wet dreams.

He only realizes what he's doing when Steve looks up from where he's been scrubbing the hood of his car with a soapy sponge and asks him, "Uh... can I help you?"

"I noticed you're washing your car," Eddie says dumbly.

The corners of Steve's lips twitch like he's hiding his amusement. "Yup," he says, popping the p. "Want me to wash yours? I already have everything out.”

Eddie glances at Steve's crotch before he can stop himself and thinks, I wish you would.

"Yeah," he says dreamily, licking his lips. He can't remember what Steve asked, but the answer would always be yes, as long as he could stand here and stare at him.

"Great. I'm almost done here, then we can start on your van. Gimme ten."

And so begins the longest ten minutes of Eddie Munson's life.

He's standing there, the sun beating down on them, but he's sweating for a completely different reason as he watches Steve contort himself to reach every last inch of his precious BMW. His shorts are riding dangerously high, just barely revealing the curve of his round ass more than once. There are moles all over his skin, like constellations waiting to be explored by adventurous hands and lips. The hair on his legs looks soft, so light it's almost blonde, and Eddie wants to run his fingers over it, scratch the creamy white skin of his inner thighs and leave his mark on that perfect body.

The tank top is also see-through, revealing spectacular tits that Eddie is dying to get his hands on, and a tantalizing patch of dark chest hair that he needs to bury his face in.

Steve absentmindedly wipes the hair plastered to his forehead away with the hand that’s not holding the sponge. His muscles move under his wet skin, and Eddie thinks back to the easy way he picked up his amp from the moving truck and carried it up the stairs to Eddie's room. He could probably lift Eddie as well and the thought does nothing to relax the situation in his pants. They are getting uncomfortably tight and he prays to whoever is listening that it will go down fast.

"Okay, all done. Looking gorgeous again, sweetheart." Steve says, petting the hood of his car and Eddie chuckles.

Steve looks up at him as if expecting Eddie to mock him, so Eddie raises his hands in a reassuring gesture and says, "Hey, no judgment from me. I got my own sweetheart hanging on my bedroom wall, I get it."

"Oh, your guitar, right?"

"Yeah, it was my first electric guitar. I wrote all the songs for my band’s album on her. She holds a special place in my heart."

Steve smiles at him, his hazel eyes warm and open. "I know what you mean," he says as he watches his fingers dance over the gleaming metal one more time before looking back at Eddie, his gaze wandering along his frame, his eyes subtly widening at the sight of the probably still very obvious bulge in Eddie's pants.

Eddie can feel the heat creeping up his body, embarrassed at being caught, but Steve only swallows once, Adam's apple bobbing, before clearing his throat and throwing his thumb over his shoulder. "Just need to put it in and we're good to go."

"Put it...in?" Eddie chokes out, trying to subtly adjust his pants at the mental image.

Steve smirks at his reaction, and Eddie starts to think that his neighbor isn't such a goodie-two-shoes as he originally thought.

"The car? It needs to go into the garage so we can put your van in my driveway to clean it."

"Oh yeah, absolutely. By all means, put it in." Eddie cringes at his own words. Good God, what is wrong with him?

Steve nods, his appraising eyes still lingering on Eddie for a moment before he gets into the car. He waits for the garage door to slide open before he drives the BMW into the spacious room. Eddie is watching, his brain is still not back online after the show he just witnessed, so he doesn't question it when Steve gets out of the car and calls him over to come in; he has something to show him. He just steps into the garage and walks over to where Steve is standing in front of the hood.

Suddenly, the garage door slides back down, shutting out the outside world and leaving them alone with Steve's car as the only witness to Steve pulling Eddie into a heated kiss.

At first Eddie is too shocked by the firm lips pressing against his to react. Steve's hands are fisted in his shirt and his mouth moves insistently against Eddie's, coaxing him to join their dance, and Eddie wonders if he's dreaming again. Because the last time Steve had kissed him like this, hungry, wanton, perfect, Eddie had woken up hard and lonely, with thoughts of his unattainably gorgeous neighbor.

A sharp nip to his lower lip convinces him that this is real, because it stings, in the best way, and Eddie's breath catches. His eyes open — when did he even close them? — to find Steve looking back at him, the lovely hazel of his eyes almost entirely consumed by the black of his dilated pupils. He licks Eddie's lower lips apologetically, soothing the sting his teeth have caused, before leaning back and watching him intently.

Eddie blinks at him, still processing but already missing Steve's lips on his. "Wha- I mean, why- uh, y'know —" He stumbles over the half-formed words in his head, searching for the right ones, preferably in the right order, but he's never been an overachiever, so he settles for the next best thing. "You kissed me."

Steve snorts. "What if I did?" he asks, looking up at Eddie from under his lashes, and he shouldn't be able to pull this off, they're the same height, but somehow he does. Eddie briefly wonders if his neighbor was designed by the government to eliminate their enemies by rendering them useless with lust. If so, he thinks it definitely works.

"Why? I mean..." Eddie trails off, thinks for a moment before he shrugs, "Yeah, no, I wanna know why."

"Well," Steve begins, suddenly sounding shy, even though the words that follow are anything but. "I noticed you couldn't keep your eyes off me today. In fact, I think you haven't been able to keep your eyes off me for a while now, huh?" His eyelashes flutter and it should look ridiculous, Steve is not one of Chrissy's girlfriends who often come over and flirt with Eddie like they can't believe he's gay and really not interested, batting their long eyelashes and curling their manicured petite hands around his arm.

No, Steve's face is all angles, strong jaw, broad face, prominent nose. His hands aren't petite, they're big and strong. So when he acts all shy, it should look silly, but when he puts his hand on Eddie's chest and bites his lips, Eddie's heart starts racing underneath. "But you never made a move, you just... kept looking. Which is fine, I mean, I like to be looked at, but a guy does have his limits, y'know. Had to take matters into my own hands, just to see if I was imagining things."

It took Eddie three tries to graduate high school, but he’s not dumb. He could basically hear the puzzle pieces fall into place in his head, but his voice is still full of disbelief when he asks, “You- you put on a show? For me?”

Steve snorts again. "Yeah, dude. I could just go to a car wash and get this beauty cleaned up in no time. It's just so much more fun to watch you get hard for me." His hand on Eddie's chest slides down, stopping just short of where Eddie wants it so badly, and he feels the remaining blood leave his brain at a rapid pace. "So what do you say?"

Eddie gulps, his mouth running before his brain can give any input, "You're not afraid of staining your sweetheart?"

Steve just shrugs and flashes Eddie a wolfish grin. "Well, I guess I could just wash it again then. Maybe lick it off. You wouldn't mind watching that, would you?"

And that's it, the thing that makes Eddie snap. He throws an arm around Steve's waist, pulls him close to his chest and grabs his ass with the other to lift him off the ground to lay him down on the hood of his car. "Stay," he almost growls, the hunger in his veins turning to greed as he leans back to take in the sight of Steve all laid out for him.

His hair is fanned out around his head like a halo, the vast expanse of sun-kissed skin ready to be marked and devoured. Eddie can see how turned on Steve already is; the surprise manhandling only adding fuel to the fire between them. His stiff nipples are visible through the now soaked white top, the red flush of arousal staining his chest and throat, and his chest is heaving with his ragged breathing. Eddie sees his hard dick straining against the wet material of his denim shorts and he thinks it must hurt to have the sensitive head rubbing against the stiff material with the way Steve’s hips keep squirming, mindlessly grinding his ass against the heated metal. Eddie wants to ruin him.

Steve seems to be on the same page because he spreads his legs wider and wraps them around Eddie's waist to pull him closer, ignoring Eddie's earlier order. Eddie comes tumbling forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of Steve's head and Steve pulls him down in another kiss, this one even more heated than the first. Steve licks into Eddie's mouth like he owns it and Eddie's head is already spinning from how fast they're going. It feels like the last three weeks have been one long foreplay and they can't wait a second longer. So when Steve starts sucking Eddie's tongue into his mouth, Eddie's arms give way and he crashes down on Steve, never stopping their kissing or the constant grinding of their hips against each other.

Not wasting another second, Steve takes advantage of their new position to get his hands under Eddie's shirt, nails scratching along his back. They're practically dry humping on the shiny hood of a BMW. Eddie's younger, non-conformist, capitalism-hating self would roll his eyes before applauding him for getting down and dirty with the hottest guy he's ever laid eyes on. He begins to put more force into the roll of his hips, pressing Steve harder against the metal beneath him, and Steve wrenches their mouths apart with a loud, drawn out moan.

He starts tugging at Eddie's shirt, grumbling, "Off. Get it off," against Eddie's mouth, and Eddie complies, leaning back just enough to pull his shirt over his head before coming back down to capture Steve's mouth in another kiss. The wet material of Steve's top is nice against Eddie’s heated skin, but he wants to feel Steve, only Steve, so he slips his hand beneath him and pulls him into a sitting position.

His hands make their way to Steve's waist to slip under his top, his fingertips touching Steve's stomach and Eddie feels the muscles flutter against them. He presses his hands down harder and begins to slide them up Steve's body, his eyes drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin. There are more moles underneath and Eddie thinks Steve should be shirtless all the time so he can trace them with his fingers or his tongue whenever he wants. Steve giggles when Eddie's hands reach his rips and it's an unexpectedly delightful sound. Ticklish, Eddie notes on his mental list of things he knows about his neighbor. Cute is already there, so he doesn't have to add that one.

"Lift your arms for me, sweetheart," Eddie rasps, his voice already affected by the little they've done so far. Steve obeys easily, pleased to get what he wants, and Eddie has to kiss him. Just a quick press of lips, there and gone.

The gasp that comes from Steve's mouth is music to Eddie's ears as he slides his hands further up, his thumbs grazing Steve's nipples along the way. Steve is so responsive, so obvious and giving with his desire, and if that isn't the hottest thing ever, Eddie doesn't know what is.

He stops the upward slide of his hands at Steve's wrist and twists the material of his shirt around them, effectively tying them together, before placing his hand on the thick patch of dark hair on Steve's chest and pushing him back down onto the hood. Steve looks at Eddie with a dazed look in his eyes, his arms resting on the windshield above his head.

"What —" is all he manages to say, his former cockiness gone for the moment.

Eddie takes his time to look at the beautiful man laid out in front of him. Steve hasn't moved his hands, silent surrender in every line of his body. He's perfect. Steve is perfect.

"You're perfect," Eddie purrs. "Putting on such a hot show, just for me. So let me enjoy what you're offering, yeah?"

With that, Eddie leans down again and bites Steve's jaw, just below his ear. It's such an unexpected move that Steve gasps loudly, his hips shooting up as if Eddie had electrocuted him. He licks the bite mark soothingly before scraping his teeth down the column of Steve's throat to his collarbone, sucking the thin skin just above the bone into his mouth and worrying it between his teeth. As much as Steve tries to hold still and let Eddie explore his body, the need for friction seems to become too much, because Eddie feels the hard, thick line of his cock rubbing against his own crotch in incremental thrusts.

"Eddie, please, please, please," Steve begs, and Eddie thinks he doesn't even know what for. It's intoxicating, almost addictive, and he hopes this won't be the last time he gets high on Steve.

"So impatient," Eddie chides him, biting the firm flesh of his pec in warning.

Steve squirms under him but still manages to sound defiant as he says, "Oh fuck you, been waiting weeks to get your hands on me, I deserve a reward for my —" his words are cut short by a low fuck as Eddie sucks his nipple into his mouth and lets his tongue play with it.

"You deserve a reward for your fuck? I dunno, Stevie. We'll have to see, won't we?" Eddie smirks up at Steve, his chin digging into the nipple he just abused with his mouth.

"How about you get a move on so I can show you?"

Eddie resumes working his mouth down Steve's torso, biting and licking his chest, tracing the constellation of moles and freckles with his tongue, memorizing Steve's body by taste and smell alone. When he pulls his lower body away from Steve's to get a better angle, Steve whines at the loss and Eddie takes pity on him, offering his chest for Steve's dick to rub against instead. The hot flesh feels big, even through the jeans, a thick length that Eddie can't wait to get his mouth on.

"You can't wait to get my mouth on you, huh, big boy?"

Not waiting for an answer, Eddie slides further down and dips his tongue into Steve's navel, relishing the sounds that fall from Steve's mouth. It's like Steve can't keep them in, his body forced to be still, so he has to use his voice to let some of the overflowing feelings out of his body. Eddie decides to test how much longer Steve can keep his hands to himself.

His tongue leaves Steve's belly button and follows the tantalizing trail of dark hair down to the waistband of his shorts. He sucks the tender flesh into his mouth as well, leaving another mark. Looking up at Steve's torso, Eddie thinks he may have gone a bit overboard, because his skin is covered in bruises and bite marks, and something tells him that Steve is going to bitch about it later. For now, they both seem to be enjoying Eddie's more possessive side.

While his mouth is still busy sucking on Steve's skin, his hands begin to work on undoing his pants. The button is a bitch, the wetness makes it hard to move the material enough to pop the button free, but once that's done, he gets to hear the satisfying sound of the zipper going down. Next, his hands hook into the waist and slide the shorts off Steve's long, muscular legs, the material clinging to him and Eddie can't even blame it. They are gorgeous legs and Eddie would never want to be parted from them either, wants to have them around him all the time.

When he's finally pulled them all the way off, Eddie has to pause for a moment to take in the sight before him. He's almost dizzy with want, but frozen in place because there are so many things he wants to do to Steve right now, it's overwhelming. Steve lies there, miles and miles of golden skin, Eddie's marks like new stars born into existing constellations, adding to the sheer beauty of him.

Steve's hands are still above his head, the muscles in his arms bunching with his restraint to keep them there, his broad swimmer's back pushing his torso up in an arch that even Michelangelo could not have done justice. It tapers into a sturdy waist, his hipbones framing his dark crotch hair like a canvas. The thick thighs underneath quiver at the unnatural angle and Eddie wants to wrap them back around him. And he will, any second now. As soon as he is done burning all of this into his memory.

"Take a picture, it would last longer," Steve snarks, and Eddie is honestly impressed by the attitude. Apparently Steve Harrington is a little bitch, even with his cock dripping pre-cum and his hips writhing.

He does have a point though — it would. So Eddie pulls out his phone and snaps a picture.

"That better go in a private folder," Steve bitches, an embarrassed blush rising to his cheeks, but Eddie can tell he's turned on, too, by the way more pre-cum drips down on his stomach. Interesting.

"Top of the spank bank, baby," Eddie promises as he drops to his knees in front of Steve.

He takes a second to slide his phone away to keep it safe before focusing all his attention on the cock right in front of him, mouth already flooded with saliva. Placing both of his hands on Steve's hips to hold him in place, he mouths up the hard length, starting at the base, all the way up to the leaking head. With his hands busy he has to use his tongue to lift Steve’s dick from where it's resting against his taut stomach to get it all the way into his mouth.

Eddie doesn't waste another second, sliding down and taking Steve into his throat.

Steve shoots up, his upper body lifting off the metal into a sitting position in one swift motion, his hands sliding out of their confines to bury themselves in Eddie’s hair.

Fuck, if that wasn't the hottest thing Eddie had ever seen. Hot enough that he decides he's done playing for now.

So instead of pulling off and putting Steve back in his place, he just increases his efforts, bobbing his head and making sure to swallow and moan around Steve whenever he hits his fluttering throat. It's uncomfortable with how big Steve is, almost painful, and Eddie loves every second of it. It makes him feel alive, powerful with how he can take Steve apart with just his mouth. There's something so rewarding about choking on a dick, pleasure that hits in a different way.

It's with regret that he pulls off after a few more minutes of indulging himself with the pleasure of Steve's weight on his tongue and the thickness filling his throat. But he has plans; wants to have Steve as addicted as Eddie already is. He needs him to come back for more, because now that he has had a taste, Eddie is not sure he can go back to being just neighbors waving hello to each other.

He kisses the spit-slick flesh down to Steve's balls, full with his need to come, sucks one into his mouth and rolls it around before doing the same to the other.

"You're a fucking - ah - fucking tease, anyone ever tell you that?"

Eddie drops the heavy sack from his mouth and bites into the tender flesh of Steve's inner thigh, earning himself a yelp and a hard yank of his hair from Steve's hands.

"They're usually not coherent enough for that. Looks like I'll have to work harder on you." To make his point, he pushes Steve back into a lying position. "Now hold still and let me ruin you, okay?"

"Fuck. You're going to be the death of me."

Right back at you, Eddie thinks. "But what a way to go."

With that, he slides his hands down the inside of Steve's thighs to his knees, spreading them wider and using the leverage to pull Steve closer to the edge of the hood. That way Eddie's face is exactly where he wants it — level with Steve's rim. He'd planned to give it the same devouring attention as his dick, using his tongue and lips until Steve was a quivering mess above him. Then he would have added his fingers, stretching him on them, fingering him until he came without anything else.

It's a good plan. A great plan even. What isn't part of the plan, though, is the sight of something already spearing Steve open.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie breathes out as he sees the base of a black plug in Steve's ass, his eyes wide in disbelief. If being here in Steve's garage, ready to fuck each other senseless, feels like a fever dream, then this is like being dropped into a porn version of the Twilight Zone.

His eyes are glued to Steve's rim clutching a fucking buttplug, but he doesn't need to see it to hear the smirk in Steve's smug voice. "Cat got your tongue?"

That snaps Eddie out of his stupor and he looks up at Steve, who's leaning on his forearms, actually smirking down at him. "No, but there's a big ass plug where my tongue should be."

The picture Eddie just painted seems to hit Steve exactly where Eddie wanted it to, as he sees him squirm, nudging his ass closer to Eddie's face, wonderfully unashamed in his need. "So do something about it."

Eddie slowly moves his hand up Steve's leg again, letting it follow the same path as before, starting at the knee and working up the inside thigh to the crease of his groin until his thumb can trace the outer edge of the plug. The skin still has traces of lube on it and Eddie smears it around the rim, wedging the tip of his thumb between the silicone and muscle, causing Steve to hiss under his breath.

Eddie watches his finger circle the plug in amazement, consumed by the overwhelmingly hot idea of Steve prepping himself, maybe even bending over the car in his garage, one hand on the hood while the other works in the plug, his dick hanging heavy and neglected between his legs. Let him be smug, Eddie thinks, he deserves it,. Because Steve Harrington just keeps on blowing his goddamn mind.

Still, he has to poke the bear a little, because the cocky, confident side of Steve is really, really working for him.

"Were you really this confident that washing your car would get me in here?"

"If it didn't work, it still made washing it a hell of a lot more exciting," Steve counters, and doesn't that add fuel to the fire that's burning in his veins.

Eddie has no trouble imagining the way the plug would move inside Steve; its heavy weight pulling at his rim, so Steve would have to clench his hole to hold it in place. Steve’s mind would be constantly aware of it, all his senses focused on the thickness inside of him, every little movement igniting sparks of arousal. Eddie can imagine Steve moving just enough to push it against his prostate, his muscles working to suck it in deeper, tightening around it so the pressure against his inner walls would be even more intense.

Eddie is pulled out of the fantasy he's lost in when Steve tells him, "Lube and condoms are on the bench over there," nodding toward the workbench where, among tools and equipment, Eddie sees a bottle of lube and some shiny packages of condoms. He has no idea how he missed them earlier and can only blame the siren call of Steve's body.

Eddie presses a final kiss to Steve's thigh, just above where he bit earlier, and wastes no time getting up and grabbing the things he needs. Before making his way back to where Steve is waiting impatiently with hooded eyes, Eddie makes quick work of taking off his own pants and boxers. Steve's eyes turn even darker at the sight of Eddie's hard dick and Eddie can't help but give it a few tugs, putting on his own show just for Steve.

"If you don't get your ass over here in the next five seconds, I'm doing this without you," Steve almost growls, his hand already moving between his legs.

Eddie is over there in three long strides, slapping Steve's hand away and wrapping his own around Steve's dick. "Uh uh, sweetheart. That's mine today."

He puts the lube and a condom on the hood of the car next to Steve with his other hand and pulls Steve in for another open-mouthed kiss. But as Steve grows impatient, his legs wrap around Eddie's waist again, tight enough to pull him in and urge him to get on with it.

But instead of giving Steve what he wants, Eddie decides to stick to his original plan, adding the plug to torture Steve even more. He grabs Steve's knees to entangle himself from their demanding pull, and drops to his knees again. Who says he can't put his mouth on Steve with the plug still inside him?

So he does just that, bringing his mouth to Steve's rim and licking a wide strip across it before letting his tongue trace the edge of the plug. As he nudges the tip of his tongue under the edge and inside, Steve gasps as he presses his ass more firmly against Eddie's face. It's hard to smirk when your face is buried in someone's ass, but Eddie manages it anyway. Two can play this game.

Eddie brings his fingers into the mix next. He grips the plug and tugs on it, just a little, just enough to watch Steve's rim cling to it as it slowly slides an inch or two out of his ass. "Look at you, so desperate to be full, your ass gripping that plug so tight. I can't wait until it's my dick you're gripping."

Steve squirms at his words, his hips now moving relentlessly, seeking the pleasure Eddie has so far denied him.

"More. Fuck, Eddie. I need more. Come on."

And Eddie gives him more, sort of, pushing the plug back in before tugging again, this time pulling it out even further, twisting it back and forth as it slides out of Steve, glistening with lube. As he pushes it back in, his finger joins, worming its way in as well. It’s a snug fit, the pressure against his finger intense. He slides the plug and his finger in and out a few more times before finally pulling it free, going deliberately slow and reveling in the whine that leaves Steve's lips as he does so.

The plug is dropped on top of Steve's discarded shorts before he dives right back in, fastening his mouth to Steve's empty, twitching hole and pushing his tongue deep inside. Steve yelps in obvious surprise, but it soon turns into a loud, shameless moan.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," he curses, his hips undulating against Eddie's face, "you don't - hnng, yes there, fuck - have t- that's what the plug was for," Steve complains, but there is no heat in it. Or believability. Not with the way he tries to sit up and shove Eddie away, only to clench his hands in Eddie's hair, pulling his face even tighter against his grinding hips as he leans back down. Steve is greedy in his lust and Eddie has never been more turned on in his life.

Eddie keeps eating Steve out like he’s his favorite meal. The thighs clamped tightly around his head tremble and Steve sounds like he's almost crying, his voice reedy as he begs Eddie to just fuck him already. And as much as he loves reducing Steve to this wanton, needy mess, Eddie's dick is so hard it's bordering on painful.

Still, before he plunges into the tight heat that’s waiting for him, Eddie wants to make sure the plug has done its proper job first, so he coats his fingers with lube and rubs them together to warm it up. He sinks two fingers in at once, watching Steve's face intently as they slide in with ease to the last knuckle. There's no sign of discomfort, just a fucked out expression looking back at him. The third he adds is met with a little more resistance, a tiny wrinkle between Steve's eyebrows telling him it stings, but Eddie still thinks it will be fine if he goes slow. At least as slow as their desire-drunk bodies will allow.

As if reading his mind, Steve looks him in the eye and says, "I'm not made of glass, Eddie." It's not bitchy like Eddie expected, but almost soft, reassuring.

He curls his fingers inside Steve one last time, drinking in the whimper Steve can't seem to hold back, before pressing a kiss to the tip of Steve's dick. "Okay, okay, I got you."

Eddie reaches for the condom, tearing the wrapper open with his teeth (Steve's not the only one who likes to put on a show, okay) and puts it on his dick before generously coating it with more lube. It's cold on his overheated flesh, sending a shiver down his spine, but he figures it'll soon warm up once he's inside Steve.

Placing one hand next to Steve's head, he uses the other to line himself up. As he nudges against Steve's entrance, Eddie leans forward to catch Steve's lips in another kiss, sliding his tongue into Steve's mouth at the same time his head breaches Steve's rim. He swallows the gasp from Steve's mouth and pushes forward, sinking deeper and deeper into the tight clutch of Steve's ass.

They both have to catch their breath when Eddie finally bottoms out, Eddie's forehead resting against Steve's, the moment unexpectedly tender.

"Good?"

"Perfect," Steve murmurs, his eyes closing in pleasure as Eddie slowly draws back to thrust again. He's quieter now that Eddie's finally fucking him, little gasps and breathless ah ah ahs escaping him as Eddie's hips pick up speed. Eddie's so close, but he wants Steve to come first, had planned to make that happen without a hand on Steve's dick, only it looks like that won't happen before Eddie loses it himself. But as he reaches down between them to take Steve in his hand, Steve's own hand catches his, lacing their fingers together and placing their hands next to his head.

"So close, don't - don't need it, just keep going, keep going."

Without both hands to hold himself up, Eddie sinks down onto Steve, and Steve squeezes his hand as Eddie fucks into him. He's not prepared for the way this simple, sweet gesture shoots through him, his orgasm taking him completely by surprise.

"Fuck, no- oh, fuck," he moans, his pleasure too intense for words as he spills into the condom, his hips still working as aftershocks run through him.

Eddie buries his face in Steve's neck, his body still twitching but his mind starting to race. He fucked up. He had a plan and he blew it, coming too soon like a teenager just because his crush was holding his hand. Steve went out of his way to get them here, prepped himself, plugged himself, washed his car in the most indecent outfit he could find - washed his car.

Eddie remembers Steve talking about licking his cum off his car and he's struck with an idea.

He gingerly pulls out, all the while kissing Steve to distract him from the sting (and to apologize for seemingly leaving him hanging). As soon as his softening dick slips free, he stands up again, pulling Steve upright with their hands still clasped and an arm around his waist. Steve stumbles against him, catching himself with a hand on Eddie's chest. "What —"

"Oh, we're not done, sweetheart," Eddie purrs, turning Steve over so that Steve's back is to him.

He thrusts three fingers back inside Steve without warning, his other arm still wrapped around Steve's waist to keep him pressed against Eddie. His hand reaches down to grab Steve in a firm grip, spreading the copious amount of pre-cum that has pooled on the head with his thumb before he begins to slowly pump Steve. It's probably too dry, but the wounded sounds Steve makes are only one third pain and two parts pleasure, so he doesn’t stop.

Eddie's fingers fuck Steve relentlessly from behind, pumping in and out, prodding along his walls until he finds that one spot that makes Steve whimper and hump Eddie's hand. Once he’s found it, Eddie keeps his fingers there, massaging the spot until Steve comes with a hoarse scream all over his precious car.

Eddie keeps going until the sounds Steve keeps making become pitiful, the overstimulation obviously turning painful. Only then does he pull his fingers out of Steve and lets go of his dick.

Steve turns around in his arms, his weight sagging against Eddie, who happily holds him against his chest and kisses him.

They're both sticky with cum and lube and sweat but they couldn't care less about it right now. It's a sweet kiss, the softness a stark contrast to what they just did, and Eddie can't get enough. Every time one of them starts to pull away, the other follows for another kiss. It is only when Eddie feels that they are both beginning to shiver that he stops Steve from following him again with a hand that cups his cheek.

"We should get cleaned up."

"Hmmmm," Steve agrees, "we should." But he doesn't make a move to do so, just presses himself closer to Eddie. It's adorable, and Eddie can't help but kiss him on the nose for it.

"Come on, Steve. Let's go inside and clean up. Put on some dry clothes and —"

"Fuck again."

"Jesus Christ."

"Nah, you can call me Steve." Steve winks at him and Eddie wants to reaffirm his earlier thought. His neighbor is going to be the death of him. "And don't worry, we can work on your stamina next time," Steve adds, a mischievous twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Eddie can't wait.

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A heartfelt shout-out and thank you to my two favorite enablers, @legitcookie and @yournowheregirl for their endless support and cheerleading. This story wouldn't be what it is without you. You're the best 💜

[jacobsbigmelons]

Tit job with jacob..but like reader is OBSESSED with his tits. No seriously.

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“Unexpected fascination”

cw: nsfw, making out, riding, tit job. Top!Jacob Botom!Reader

You were surprised at how long the two of you had been making out, despite how late it was. You two managed to sneak off near the boathouse away from the others. You guys wanted to get pretty intimate back in the cabin but after hearing the voices of your local counselors you knew that you both would probably be too loud.

Eventually after what felt like forever, you climbed on top of your boyfriend who was on the floor as you tugged at his shirt to pull it off, which he obliged to pretty quickly. You didn’t let up though as you began to grind down on his cock while feeling up his muscular figure. From his forearms, Biceps, Abs but especially his tit- pecs.

“Y’know you’re hot when your body’s all sweaty, makes the muscles pop” you said as your hands were feeling around his pecs, the sweat adding a bit of shimmer in the light. “Speaking of pop” Jacob said trying to keep himself in check as you felt the rather large tent run against you. He began to “pop” his pecs up and down, for some reason it was way more hot than one would think. All it is, is muscle going up and down but you couldn’t stop looking as you bit your lip in anticipation.

“I know you like when I flex a bit, gotta stand out from the crowd n shit” Jacob commented as he lifted his arms up a bit just so he could flex a bit. The groan that left his mouth was something you wish you could hear on loop. You scooted a bit down from Jacobs lap as you began to kiss his torso. His abs being the first as you went lower and lower past the happy trail he had as you pulled down his shorts which revealed the base of his cock. Though much to Jacobs annoyance you pulled his shorts up where they were as you went right back to grinding.

He was getting impatient as he grabbed your ass and began to squeeze with one and pull down your pants with the other “someone’s in a hurry” you teased. “Someone’s taking their sweet time” Jacob retaliated, pulling at the elastic part of your pants. You humored your boyfriend as you brought your knees up to pull down your pants at least only to where your cock and ass were showing.

Jacob was ready, his eyes were practically dreaming of fucking you here and now. He pulled his pants down before you were able to finally rest on his lap again, precum grazing your back a bit as he began to lift you up slightly just to adjust both you and himself.

“Can I?” he questioned as you nodded to him, you leaned forward as the slight pain of him entering inside of you hit as expected but dissipating as quick as it came. He put himself practically all the way in pretty quickly as you took the time to pepper his body in kisses once more, whines and moans leaving onto his skin. Jacobs hands guided your ass up and down on his cock as he tucked his lips in probably trying not to be too loud despite being far from camp.

The friction from how was he was thrusting felt way too good, just like scratching an itch you didn’t want to stop. Your hands landed back onto his chest as you gripped pretty hard, the bit of pain making Jacob let out the moan he was trying to be quiet which was in fact pretty loud. “Oh fuck!! Keep squeezing. It feels reallyfuckinggoodd~” he said quickly as his pace somehow got even faster as you felt him finish inside of you, at this point your face was in the crook of his neck as you quietly whimpered as he slowed down more and more.

Jacob was panting as you lifted your head up to meet him back face to face, a smile coming over you as you also let out a deep breath. “Touch your elbows together for me.” You stated, but Jacob not resisting followed as he was told as you moved yourself up which inadvertently made Jacob pull out as well. “Okay…what’re you gonna do?” He said confused despite you already in position. “Ever heard of a tit job? Basically i’m gonna get off from your cleavage” You said as you were admiring how big his pecs got when he touched elbows together.

“I thought you could like- only do that with girls and stuff since they got like the boobs and all that” Jacob theorized as you simply began to run your cock in between his pecs. “Tits are tits. Now let me fuck em.” You demanded as you began to thrust into his chest, “Why the hell is this kinda hot from where I am” Jacob said as he was staring down his chest as he saw your dick thrusting pretty quick.

Though you were already near finished from how much work Jacob put you in a little while ago, though Jacob noticed as you began to heave more and more, and your hands on his upper chest got more shaky. Jacob opened his mouth and let his tongue drape out ready to catch all of you in his mouth. “Shit..I-i’m really close!” you whispered loudly as any second you would blow, and as you felt yourself cum you quickly pulled out and jerked your cock all over Jacobs tongue as you rubbed the tip to get every bit off.

You too were now breathing heavily as he closed his mouth, your face coming down to meet his. “Swallow.” You ordered as you watched his adam’s apple go up and down, Jacob opened his mouth to prove he did his deed as you went back to putting tongues down each other’s throats just a bit more.

[skepsiss]

Long Road Ahead - pt1

Pining after the events of the Upside Down. It’s sort of melancholy, but isn’t pining just the best background for when they do eventually confess to one another? Tw: Mention of long hospitalization, permanent injury and mobility issues. Joking/dramatic use of the term suicide. 3,000 words. Steve’s POV.

Pt1.2 Pt2 Pt3

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"Steve!" Eddie hollered from the room. Steve sighed lightly, drying his hands off and walking back into his bedroom to see Eddie lounging across his bed, poking through a magazine. "I'm bored man, are we still going out, or what?" Things had been like this all summer. After the Upside Down, after everything over Spring break, normality had been hard to come by. Eventually, the weather had parted and a true Indiana summer had rolled into town. Despite that, Eddie was still wearing his heavy leather jacket with cut-off jeans so you could see his calves and half a pink scar on his leg. It still looked angry, and Steve knew Eddie didn't have the same mobility he had before. My arms and hands are good, so I can't complain, he had said as the scar tissue had formed on his neck and abdomen. He didn't have a full range of motion, and he looked awkward when he ran now, Steve only hoped that with time that too would pass. He had lost a lot of muscle in the attack, not only from the injury itself, but the healing process too, it was a miracle he had lived. Steve had only seen the worst of the scars on his chest once while he had visited at the hospital, Eddie had covered it quickly and had tried not to act bashful about it. They're badass, he had offered to the kids, complaining but also insisting that it wasn't a big deal. He wanted sympathy, not pity, so Steve hadn't said anything. But it was summer now, and Eddie was out of the hospital, he had left early in fact because the bills were outrageous and there was no way the Munsons could pay for it. His time at the hospital had at least given the town time to calm down and let him beat the murder charges. The FBI had taken on the case at the behest of the Hawkins Police Department, and Steve knew how that went. Everything was solved and everything was given an explanation, just stupid kids taking drugs laced with Botox or something like that, claims that it made the muscles so tight that Chrissy's limbs had snapped on their own. People in town still didn't like Eddie, but he was a free man.

Steve walked around the edge of his own bed and to the window, opening it to let some of the cool air in. He was hanging out with Eddie today much the same as he had the last few months. He wasn't sure why really, but Eddie had always seemed happy to see him when he visited at the hospital so he had come by often. It had only been natural that once he was out Steve had gone to see him at the new trailer as well. Today, Eddie was visiting him. He had shown up at his door, the trailer park only a short walk through the back woods to Steve's backyard, and he had sheepishly asked if his parents were home before barging in. Steve didn't mind really, but seeing Eddie all the time was wearing on him. At first, hanging out seemed normal; they were both guys around the same age that had lived through hell and back again. Jonathan had gone back to California to finish school, and as much as Steve loved the twerps, Nancy and Robin, there was something different about hanging out with another guy. Things felt less guarded, less personal, easier somehow but that ease had shifted slowly over the months. He liked being around Eddie, he enjoyed his company, but it felt forced somehow, a heavy feeling sitting in his stomach when Eddie was around.  A pit formed in his gut now too as he turned and watched Eddie roll onto his back, staring straight up at the ceiling with his arms spread. He sighed dramatically and Steve kept a straight face as he watched Eddie's hair splay out around his head and his shirt ride up just a little bit to reveal the scar tissue on his hip. "It's hot," Eddie complained, and Steve couldn't help but scoff. He turned as Eddie rolled his head back to look at him, giving him an upside-down expression as his bangs fell out of his face. "Take your jacket off then," Steve scolded lightly, walking over to his desk. 
Eddie laughed at him and rolled over, propping his chin in his hands. Steve tried to ignore that his pose was too familiar... too casual.  "Nawh, I'm good," Eddie said cheerfully, not motioning to get up. Despite his complaining, Steve had assumed Eddie had actually needed a break from walking over. It was good Eddie was up and moving, but his hips and his legs gave him trouble if he went long distances. Steve hadn't mentioned it.  "You're going to give yourself heatstroke," Steve said in passing, picking his wallet and keys up off his desk. "No I won't," Eddie retorted, whining as if Steve was being dramatic. "Oh?" Steve asked, leaning against the desk in his room, not rushing Eddie, "so wearing 15 pounds of leather when it's 96 degrees outside is what... a fetish or something?" Eddie blinked at him and then laughed, maybe a bit too hard as Steve crossed his arms and stared at him. His humour had gotten a bit more sexual since hanging out with Eddie, no longer having to hold back comments because he was hanging out with children. This was the type of stuff Eddie liked to joke about, the ribbing he enjoyed, and Steve liked it when he made Eddie laugh. "It's like my whole look," Eddie said with a chuckle, still laying across Steve's bed with his chin in his hand. Steve hated that he thought he looked cute like that. "You should try seasonal looks," Steve offered, standing up from his leaning position and gesturing to his own outfit. "You should try it sometime, you can stay alive and be comfortable." Steve cringed slightly at his own comment, his stomach flopping at the phrasing he had used. Stay alive. He hadn't meant to joke about dying and he didn't want that to dwell on Eddie's mind. "No offence," Eddie retorted, "but I'd sooner kill myself than wear a polo shirt." Eddie was smiling still and Steve was grateful for that, even if it had been at the expense of his own dignity. He watched as Eddie shifted to sit on his knees, sighing and fanning himself with the collar of his jacket. He muttered a quiet, 'Jesus' under his breath, the heat obviously getting to him. "Seriously man," Steve scolded lightly, "I don't want to go out and have you like faint." Eddie scoffed, looking a bit uncomfortable as he made a motion and lifted the front of his jacket, looking at his arm. It had been a quick expression, but Steve had caught it. It wasn't a discomfort because of the heat, it was a concerned look, an insecurity. "No, I'm fine," Eddie replied, his tone still cheerful even if it had dropped off a bit. He had to be sweating like a pig in that thing and Steve didn't understand why he insisted he keep the coat on. Eddie often complained about being cold--he was skinny as a twig, there was no wonder there--but in this kind of weather a jacket like that was suicide. "Alright fine, have it your way." Steve sighed, walking over to the door as he twirled his keys on his finger, half tossing them and catching them in his fist again. "You know you can totally ruin leather with sweat, yeah?" Steve commented idly, not really meaning to twist the knife. He heard Eddie scoff again and then silence drew out. He turned his back to Eddie, walking out towards the hall. Something heavy hit Steve in the back of his head and he half stumbled before turning around, Eddie's coat at his feet. "Fine man, stop bitching about it." Eddie was saying, his tone light despite there being an edge of... something in his voice. Steve looked from the coat to Eddie sitting on his bed, fidgeting a bit in an oversized T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His arms were exposed and Steve could see his tattoos... and the scars that were scattered across his skin. Steve pulled in a quiet breath, noting that Eddie wasn't looking at him, picking at his nail polish instead and subconsciously tugging on the collar of his shirt, pulling it up slightly to help cover the scar on his neck. Steve looked away, bending down to pick up his jacket without saying anything. He heard Eddie stand up from the bed and he glanced at him. Eddie's posture was awkward, despite the fact that he seemed to be trying to pretend he was fine. "We going or what?" Eddie asked, still not looking at him as he stuffed his hands in his front pockets. Steve half-folded the jacket over his arm and pretended not to notice. He handed the coat to him before turning and walking out into the hallway. "Yeah, where do you want to go?" Steve asked, leading the way downstairs and trying his best to act nonchalant. Eddie stayed in pace behind him and Steve tried not to look back at him too much. The air of discomfort was still fading though as Eddie's energy returned. "Ice cream?" He teased and Steve rolled his eyes at him. He laughed about it and Steve hid a private smile. Eddie was a skinny dude, and maybe it was bad that before Steve had noted the tattoos and the scars he had thought about Eddie's frame. Noted the lean muscles of his arms from dragging amps and guitars around, skinning kid shoulders that peaked out from the edges of his cut-up shirt. He understood why now Eddie had insisted he wear his jacket despite the weather, why he had suffered the last few weeks as the air got hotter. He still didn't want people looking at him with pity because of his scars. "If you don't mind driving a bit we can head out of town," Steve offered, trying to think of where they should go. He wanted to offer to take them somewhere they could hang out inside, where there was AC and Eddie could put his coat back on. "Oh, Mr. Fancy," Eddie was teasing as Steve walked them to the garage, hitting the button to the garage to let the sun in. Where was there AC? Malls. Libraries. Museums. "You want to go to the like dinosaur museum or something?" Steve asked, feeling his cheeks flush a bit at the suggestion. "What?" Eddie asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Seriously dude? That's in like Crown Hill 3 hours away. The children's museum?" "I don't know, I'm just spitballing here." Steve offered, slightly relieved to hear a little chuckle from Eddie. "It'd be faster to drive to Louisville," Eddie teased, opening the door to the F-series and sliding into the passenger's seat. Steve got in after him, starting the car and turning the radio on to static. He'd let Eddie choose the station, he didn't care if he put on metal. "You want to drive to Kentucky then?" Steve asked, looking over his shoulder as he pulled out of the garage. "What?" Eddie asked again, sounding surprised as he buckled in and started fiddling with the radio dial. "Louisville, Kentucky. Do you want to go?" He glanced at Eddie out of the corner of his eye, catching the completely baffled expression on the brunette's face. "You want to... take me to Louisville?" Eddie asked, the tease leaving his voice as he stared at Steve. Steve tried to shrug, rummaging through the center console and clicking the automatic garage door closer. "Why not? It's closer. We could check out the mall or something?" "And what? You pay for all the gas and everything we’d get there?" Eddie teased gently, obviously not meaning anything by it. Steve shrugged, not catching the insincerity in Eddie's voice. "Sure, why not?" Eddie didn't say anything for a moment and the car filled with static radio as Steve assumed he was just being stared at. Eddie laughed eventually, twisting the dial and then sitting back in his seat as quiet rock music started to filter into the car. "You ever think about getting a tattoo?" Eddie asked, and Steve could hear the grin in his voice.

 He turned and looked at Eddie, blinking at him and feeling his stomach swoop at the cheeky look on his face. "No," Steve answered honestly, and Eddie laughed, leaning on the armrest of the car and looking out the window. "I'd rather get a tattoo with the money you'd be wasting on gas and whatever trinket you're thinking of buying me." Steve held back the blush on his cheeks, focusing on the road instead. He hadn't intended to buy Eddie a trinket or whatever, but the way he had said it made it sound like Steve was looking to buy him a ring or something. "I want more tattoos, obviously," Eddie was continuing to talk and Steve shook himself from his spiralling thoughts. "Cover up some of these scars...." Steve glanced at Eddie as he said the last bit, noting that he was still looking out the window and appearing a bit wistful as he rubbed at the leather on the door. Steve's chest tightened as he watched Eddie, trying to pay attention to the road still as they drove. He hadn't realized just how insecure Eddie was about his scars. He had noticed that Eddie was uncomfortable with them, and he hadn't said anything, but to this extent... it made sense. Eddie already had tattoos, an easier way to cover up scars was with tattoos rather than winter jackets. "We can go get tattoos," Steve offered, quickly correcting himself, "you can get a tattoo. I'm not getting one." He tried to make his tone light, and jokey while still genuinely offering the experience.  Eddie scoffed, Steve's genuine offer lost on him. "Nawh man, summer is the worst time to get a tattoo, plus I don't have the money for it." Steve hardly hesitated in his response, already correcting his driving as he started a new course to an out-of-town location. He hadn't memorized where the tattoo parlours were, but he was sure they could find one easily enough. "I'll pay for it," Steve offered. He shrugged, trying to look casual. "No, man," Eddie scoffed again and sat back in his seat. He subconsciously scratched at a scar again, and Steve noticed. "Seriously," Steve tried again, turning the AC up in the car. "Seriously," Eddie mocked, not looking at him. "I don't need you paying for my crap, man." A silence washed over the car again and Steve glanced at Eddie. He could see the annoyed and crestfallen expression on his face. He looked uncomfortable. Steve sighed. "I'd rather pay for a tattoo," Steve said quietly, not looking at the other, "than see you wear that jacket all summer." It was a pointed comment and Steve could see Eddie squirming out of the corner of his eye. Taking charity wasn't an easy thing, and Steve didn't want to push it, but he was being honest. Money was money... he didn't mind using it for a real cause. If Eddie was going to be more comfortable in his own skin, Steve didn't care if he was spending money on a tattoo or not. "Just tell me where to go, man," Steve offered, not making Eddie verbally accept the offer. He didn't have to say yes or thank you, the goal wasn't to degrade him. Eddie hesitated, and Steve thought that for a moment he was going to say no again and leave it at that. But he spoke, his voice coming out weakly. "Just head towards the Indianapolis marker, we can pull off at Whitecrest." Steve nodded, not making a big deal of it at all as he rerouted. The silence drew out again, the radio DJ speaking quietly in the background as Steve drove the freeway. "What do you think you'll get?" Steve asked, not sure exactly how the tattoo process worked.     
 Eddie shrugged and there was silence for a while again. Steve could see him picking his nail polish. Steve tried not to say anything about that. He didn't want little black paint flecks in his car. He'd have to vacuum. "Been thinking for a while," Eddie said, his voice quiet still, "I'll see what they have as flash tattoos, but it'd be cool to get something classic. Like a dagger or whatever. See if they could spruce it up. Maybe a coffin or something like that, heavy ink it to uh... cover more skin. Get the band's logo on it." His tone picked up a bit the more he talked, and Steve tried to nod along. He didn't know what a flash tattoo was, but he tried to follow the trajectory of whatever Eddie was talking about. "You ever think about getting a guitar?" Steve asked, trying to contribute to the conversation, "your guitar?" "The Warlock?" Eddie asked, looking over at him. "The what?" Eddie laughed and Steve felt his chest flutter at that, the tension slowly easing out of the car. "The Warlock man, that's the guitar." Steve nodded slowly and got another laugh from Eddie, this one sounding more genuine. "It's like the brand man, like your car is a BMW, no well, that's the maker. Your like car model, Warlock is the model of guitar." Eddie started ranting, rolling through his explanation and veering off on a tangent about the various musicians who had played the same guitar. Steve peppered in questions here and there, trying to listen while he focused on the road. He didn't know anything about music and he didn't pretend to, just listening to the way Eddie spoke and how slowly that discomfort eased from him as he yammered on and on about his interest. It made Steve smile, the rumble of the freeway under his feet, and the promise that Eddie was going to finish this day better than it had started.
 Pt1.2 Pt2 Pt3

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals - addendums and interesting BTS stuff (part 2/3)

I explained everything in the first part, go find it here. Let's keep going!

(Part 2 below the cut)

We Don't Talk About Bruno: "Also I'm pretty sure I heard from someone that Geoff's "ruana" is in fact just a regular blanket/piece of fabric draped (possibly secured/pinned) over his shoulders" - Yeah pretty much, except specifically it was tied behind his back/over his shoulders - You wanna know how Cesar just seemingly pulled that umbrella out of nowhere? Well it was hidden behind him! Or more perhaps more precisely, his behind hid it! 😂 (His glutes definitely got a workout that day!)

"(Oh and this section really was slowed down in post-production in order to make the petals (and hair flips!) look nice, and so both Ashley and Geoff were having to sing/lip-sync to sped up versions of their vocal lines!)" - Tis true! That whole section was done in basically double speed during filming, and slowed-down in post (the reverse of what Geoff did for his Monster Mash video actually), which makes the resulting footage extra impressive tbh - Also I didn't specify in my original post, but Geoff isn't just wearing the floral blouse - he's wearing the same pink shorts as Ashley as well! 😂 - Bonus fun fact: the little rat on Geoff's shoulder was remote-controlled!

Dream On: "(Also this was filmed in some old school I believe? I think maybe Cesar's old school or something?)" - Right on the first count, wrong on the second - this was Eli's former high school! (Very much no longer in use as a school though, obviously) - It was filmed in Leesburg, which is an hour away from Orlando apparently, and since there was obviously no decent part of the building to be used as a breakroom or dressing room or whatever, they brought a production coach, the same one that got used for the same purpose for the Panic Medley filming in fact! - The shirt/top that Geoff wore in the video was quite tight-fitting apparently, and he needed additional assistance from Kathy to get it fully pulled down (she helped while still filming) - Still not entirely sure what Layne is wearing on top of his shirt, but it seems to be just draped over his shoulders, idk

Running Up That Hill: - They put a lot of effort into recreating That Scene from Stranger Things, like they had pieces of paper with shots from the TV series and annotations written on it and everything! - The jacket that Geoff had tied around his waist in the video is like some black bomber jacket/letterman-style thing, and he was wearing it sometimes in between takes and ngl he looks good in it, like I almost kinda wish he had been properly wearing it in the video.

"Based on the very-fixed and very-specific shots we get of Ashley while she's "levitating", I'm guessing this was more done via clever editing and post-production work rather than anything like harnesses to actually lift her in the air" - Well, while it is true that editing trickery was favoured over harnesses, there was actually a bit more practicality involved than what I guessed/imagined. Idk how much I should reveal, but let's just say that Ashley had to use some muscles for it!

Hide And Seek (Ding Dong!): "I love the ghostly visual effects on Lauren, with the glowy ethereal outline of her silhouette, and the slight translucence on her dress!" - The effect also helps conceal the fact that she wasn't in the studio with them at all! Magic of greenscreen, just like with VoicePlay's Enemy video! In fact, Layne took a very quick flight to Nashville, Tennessee to help Lauren record her parts, before quickly flying back to Orlando, Florida (in time to beat an oncoming hurricane!)

"I have a feeling that the lighting on [Layne] is such that it makes him look like an actual Haunted Mansion/Disney Parks ride animatronic (especially when combined with deliberate movement/acting choices in the video)" - I mean yeah, maybe, but also tbh it's also just the whole makeup/costume itself - even in the BTS footage he didn't look fully "human"/"real" when in the full costume. - Fun fact: Layne also had black food colouring in his mouth to further add to the whole look! Wild!

"Absolutely loving Cesar's makeup in this one ngl (I wonder whether he coloured his face and/or hair blue for filming this or if that was just all done via editing?)" - That was all thanks to Rick Underwood! His hair and face really were that blue! (Not all his hair though, just the front section of it). - I still have questions about Geoff's makeup though - didn't get to see much of the process in the BTS video, rip. - The floating crystal ball was a practical effect, done with fishing wire and a pulley system controlled by Tony!

Golden Hour: - So the greenscreening of the heads was done a little differently to how I imagined, and Geoff's hair did in fact look just like that during the filming - it's not just the editing - This is actually the second version of the video that was created - Patrons were initially presented with a different video (which I haven't actually watched but heard about in the BTS) with a slightly different setting and alterations to the story (Layne came up with a few different ideas in fact). - Also I may be slightly colourblind, because I thought that vest was maroon, but it's actually just brown, lol rip.

Valhalla Calling: "check out the set! I like the shields in the background." - Everything other than the benches and props in the foreground was completely digital! They filmed in front of huge digital screens (and I mean HUGE) that had the pre-designed backgrounds displayed on them! - Y'know how all the guys were wearing furs and heavy layers of clothing and all that? Yeah well apparently on the day of filming, the air conditioning at Vu Studios was busted, RIP (Rick Underwood had to help blot away some of their sweat between takes!)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

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The Shaw Pack Hangout

A few members of the Shaw Pack sat at a table in the town pub, sipping on drinks as they awaited the final member to join them. It was a push from David’s mate to make them go out after the hell that was the Inversion, something to rebuild their bond. Not that many of them minded it, it could be a good thing. The bell on the door of the pub jangled as the final member of the Pack walked in. 

Asher grinned and waved to get the punk-looking wolf’s attention. “Hey, Artie! over here!”

Artemis Farrow, also known to the pack as Tank, looked in their direction, their chill smile widening as they walked over to the table. Artemis shrugged off their leather jacket and draped it over their chair. This action was recognized by the gathered members of the pack and caused the pack to ‘ooo’ and whistle. Artemis wore their jacket nearly all the time when out and about. It was their security blanket. And they only shed that jacket when they planned on relaxing and had no plans to get into a fight or break anything.

David smirked and sipped on his beer. “Not looking to smash a table, Trouble?”

Artemis shook their head as they leaned back in their chair, ordering a whiskey from a passing waitress. “Nah, don’t really feel like smashing anything. I just want to hang out with the pack. You, know, like old times.” 

Asher and Milo looked at each other, eyebrows raised before returning their attention to Artemis.

 “So, uh... how are things with Sam, Tank?” Asher asked after the waitress brought the Old Fashioned Whiskey to Artemis, who tipped her with a ten.

Artemis’ smile became wistful as they sipped their drink. “Peachy-Keen.”

Milo’s smirked, his fingers steepling like a cartoon villain. “You fucked, didn’t you?”

Artemis smirked. “Damn skippy.” 

“I thought you two were waiting before your relationship got more intimate?” David asked them, his dark eyes slightly curious.

Artemis nodded as they straightened under his watch, like a younger sibling under the eyes of their older brother. “Yeah, we were, but... after everything that happened at the games...” Their piercing green eyes drifted between David, Milo, and Asher, then down to their hands. “He didn’t see the point of waiting. So... we just, had at it.”

Asher’s hazel eyes lit up mischievously. “Please tell me you said-”

“’ I wanted to ride my cowboy’, you bet your flat Polish ass I did.”

The whole pack hooted with laughter at Artemis’ quip. They raised their glass in a toast and tipped it back.

Christian looked at them curiously, taking a swig of a classy scotch before asking something that was niggling in the back of his brain ever since he saw Ol’ Tank at the Solstice gathering with a blond-haired vampire at their side. “Did he bite you?”

Artemis arched a brow and tilted their head to their side, long, gray hair fell away and tugged their collar away from their neck to reveal it was clear of any punctures from vampire fangs. “No, he didn’t.” They returned the choker to its original position and straightened before their face turned contemplative. “In fact, we’ve never really talked about him biting me. It never really came up in conversation.” 

Christian snorted. “Really? I thought that would be a given for a vampire.”

Artemis’ eyes narrowed dangerously? “Oh really, Christian?”

He nodded and took another drink. “Well, I mean, I figured that a leech would bite just for the primality of it-”

The werewolf’s sentence was cut short as Artemis lunged across the table and gripped the collar of his shirt. “You say that about my mate again and I will tear you apart!” they hissed between their teeth.

Milo and Asher jumped to their thief and gripped their arms to pull them back. 

“Easy, Tank, easy,” Asher said softly to soothe them as they were pushed into their chair.

Artemis sighed and dropped their head on the table. “Sorry, Chris...” they muttered before lifting their head and resting it on their hands. “It’s just... Sam is really adamant about consent. Like, really adamant. The first time he ever healed me, he wouldn’t even touch me unless I give my express permission.”

Milo reached over to smack Christian in the back of the head, “Good going, Chris.”

Artemis sighed and rolled their eyes before leaning back in their chair. “Just forget it, boys. We came here to have fun and give our mates a break from our nonsense. Let’s drink, do some karaoke, and make our ancestors proud.” 

There was a cheer as more drinks were ordered and money was exchanged on bets for which of the pack would propose first to their mates.

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It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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Callum Turner x Reader - The After-Match pt. 2 (SMUT)

A few seconds later, the referee whistled the end of the game, making cheerful and despondent people in the audience.

Cal, 10.56 pm: You better be home in 30 minutes or I'm starting the after-match without you

Y/N, 10.57 pm: I'll be there in no time!

A wave of cheers had engulfed the streets: Chelsea had won and it was only the beginning of a long night for the supporters that had assembled from all around, from Trafalgar Square to Greenwich, from Brixton to Hammersmith.

Horns beeping everywhere, pedestrians with beer in their hand and their voices broken.

"Are you joining us, Callum? We're going to the pub to celebrate!"

"Nah, tonight I'm celebrating with Y/N!"

Callum's friends all chuckled while looking at each other "You lucky bastard!", one snickered.

"We're not holding you back then!", another added.

"Have a great night, lads!", Callum said while getting his coat that had been discarded on the hat stand by the door.

"Yeah, you too!"

There was no time to lose. He could not take a cab since he had not booked any and going with his own two feet would take him nearly an hour. He knew that an hour would be way too long and that his body would not be able to cope.

From the moment he had read that Y/N had been cheeky enough not to wear any undergarments, he had felt a bulge flourishing. He had benefitted from the half-time to try and get rid of the tide that was boiling in his boxers, to no avail.

He then decided to take the tube, hoping in his innermost that the next train wouldn't last too long to arrive and that it wouldn't be too crowded. The Northern line usually was not at that time of the night but it was a game night so who knew...

He ran to the Angel train station as his phone indicated that the next train would be there in 10 minutes.

Cal, 11.09 pm: Shit, Y/N, you've got me running... The things I wouldn't do to fuck you...

Cal, 11.12 pm: U there?

But Y/N too was busy running. If the road from Regent's Park to Primrose Hill was a rather short one, she had taken too much time parting from her friends and was now late for Callum's plans.

Y/N, 11.14 pm: It's only your warm-up Cal'

Cal, 11.16 pm: From now on, it's "sir" for you!

Only a few seconds after reading the instruction, Y/N heard her phone writhe again.

Cal, 11.16 pm: If you're not here in ten minutes, I swear things will go very wrong for you!

It was all that Y/N needed to go back to her running although she was aroused at the idea that things could go "very wrong" according to her boyfriend.

She had one last street to walk by. She looked at her phone: 11.23 pm. Why are the London streets so long, she thought...

Finally the door to the Georgian hôtel particulier they shared with three other tenants. 11.25 pm.

She walked in only to notice that Callum was standing under the bare lightbulb in their living room.

"Congratulations for the game!"

"Yeah...", Callum said absent-mindedly. Y/N understood what Callum was doing: he was going through all the possibilities he had to take as much pleasure with her.

In love, Callum was the romantic type with a twist. It did not take him much to change from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde but he always valued Y/N's pleasure over his, always listening to the echoes of her lust. He was a passionate lover beyond the shadow of a doubt.

But that night, Chelsea had won and a deal is a deal.

Callum walked in a painfully slow pace towards Y/N with his large hands behind his back. When he was at her level, he stood in a parallel way behind her back and with one hand started descending on Y/N's dress. He had to check by himself.

Careful as not to touch her genitalia for the time being as he was not willing to surrender now, he grazed her hips and noticed that she had not lied.

"You really didn't wear no panties, huh?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Cal"

Callum clucked his tongue and corrected her while putting his two hands on her shoulders "What did I say? It's "sir" for the misbehaving girls who wear slim dresses with nothing under them"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Sir"

Callum flipped Y/N around so that she was now facing him and ignited a symphony of kisses on her neck, her forehead and finally on her mouth. With each kiss, he went stronger too which Y/N replied by forcing her tongue to meet his.

Callum pulled her even closer and was ready to take her right there on the spot but he had another plans. With the contact of his beige chino trousers over her velvet dress, Y/N could spot the bulge that Callum had tried so hard to hide.

She might have looked a little too much for Callum had to intervene "Since you seem to like what you see, how about you get on your pretty knees and suck me off while you're at it"

"Yes, sir"

Y/N hoped that she would not be the cause for a pond on the floor as she had not anticipated that not wearing underwear could come with such consequences.

She executed herself and got on her knees. Right there, in the living room by the sole light emanating from the lightbulb and with the only sound of the supporters from afar.

She used Callum's legs as a support to get down and nodded at her boyfriend's "Are you okay with that?"

She was eager for the touch she had craved for almost ten days. When Callum had to leave abruptly earlier in the night, she had sensed it as a treason. Surely, he knew what he was doing, not giving her any attention for days and all of a sudden being all smitten.

He knew th ehold he had on her and knew the mess she would become if he started a fire only to let the sparks burning behind him.

Y/N then took Callum's trousers and boxers off in one brief moment, thus revealing the proud length that was finally being acknowledged and addressed.

Without further ado, Y/N stroked the thick column with her right hand, taking care of the two other inhabitants with her other one.

Callum could at last savour the fruit of his team's victory and his patience paying.

He was still standing tall on his two feet and came to the dramatic conclusion that he would soon need a pillar to rest on if he did not wish to fall. And would need one very soon as a matter of fact, considering the speed Y/N had gotten her hands used to. He chose Y/N's hair as a pillar and started running his hands in it.

All in her reactions appeared as though she would follow to the letter his commands. She had hungry plums in place of her eyes that manifested her lust to get more from the interaction. And her mouth was watering in expectation of the forbidden fruit that she would gladly receive. Slight moans slipped through her teeth, echoed by Callum's bestial growl.

Some foam oozed out of the head of his member, which seemed to be the signal Y/N had waited to get her mouth have a taste at it. She lapped up the drops of cum before getting more inside.

"All fucking night, I've been dreaming about this..."

"... And Chelsea winning too, I suppose?" Y/N retorted as she caught her breath back.

"Only close second to this", he assured with a moan on the corner of his lips and his hands directing her mouth to find its way back on where it was aching.

Callum's head tilted back as the petite mort was about to overflow and take him in its wake "Oh! Fuck, Y/N"

Once Callum's cock was empty of its ambrosia, Callum held a hand at Y/N to invite her to stand up and once she stood in front of him, he kissed her. In his kiss, he led the parade towards their bedroom.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Y/N playfully inquired in a moment of respite that her lover had been generous to offer. In fact, he also needed it as he was still panting from the kissing and the blowjob.

"Ride me", Callum said in a deadpan tone.

"Anything you want, sir!"

Callum had only had the time to pick his boxers from the floor of the living room but had relinquished his trousers over there. He lay all of his tall body on the bed, taking off his shirt in the process.

Still standing by the end of the bed, Y/N got her knees on the extremity of it, moving on all fours heading straight and as soft as a panther to her boyfriend.

She straddled him, pushing her hair to one side of her face. As she could feel the bulge forming again under her pounding groin, she took off her dress, passing the piece of cloth over her head. In a second when she did not have eyes on Callum as the dress was right before her eyes, he fondled the two pomegranates that introduce themselves to him.

He had straightened up and was now in a right angle to the headboard. In a perfect position to let his lips wander right between the two breasts.

"Fuck! You just never stop being gorgeous, do you?"

Y/N rubbed her pelvis against the actor's boxers on the spot where his growing protrusion was.

"Good God, I hope you're enjoying yourself... Teasing me like that..."

Y/N continued pleasuring her cavity as she purred at Callum's words. To help her on her merry-go-round and because he was craving more, he held her by her hips, enabling circles of bliss. He felt as though he was a bull on a rodeo stand, enjoying the view and wandering on her stomach, breasts and neck.

If there was one thing Callum loved above all, it was to see Y/N being satisfied. In their sex life, it translated in him usually being aroused by the simple sight of her coming. He could come too if he saw just how great it was for her.

"You're so bloody hot!", he commented almost breathless "but I really need to feel how wet you've gotten for me"

Y/N removed just enough of his boxers to grasp the tip of his cock which she plunged into her in one swift movement and carried on riding her boyfriend"

Y/N came some minutes later, too glad that she was finally getting all the attention she deserved. When Callum joined her, he let go of Y/N as she seemed exhausting from so much riding. As she lay on the bed, he slid under the sheets, to the level of her waterfall, desperate to have a taste of both fluids.

It was Y/N's turn to pull Callum's hair to show him how she wanted to be pleasured which Callum blindly followed. Shutting his eyes, he could feel the drops filling his mouth.

His tongue found its way through the humid weather. Y/N had always loved her lover's meticulousness when it came to that subject. It was as though he was under a mysterious spell, completely in trance. He was devoted and took all his time to give her all that she deserved.

Y/N wiggled under his moving head, moaning louder and louder by every stroke his tongue was taking.

"Callum!", she cried in the night as the supporters had grown quieter.

This time around, Callum did not correct her as having her come with his Christian name on her lips was worth all the gold in the world.

[dysfunctionalcrab]

chapter six: meeting the SBI

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↳ pairing: dream x reader

↳ pronouns: gender neutral

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description: you meet the rest of the players from the rival team as well as get closer to techno. dream comes up with a way to try and make things right.

you didn’t want to overthink your outfit too much. it was only a small trip to another school, not a business meeting. after checking the weather and realising it was going to be quite sunny today, you settled on something that was just plain and casual but enough so you didn’t boil half to death

the bus ride there made you more anxious, you couldn’t stop the fact your knee kept bopping up and down as you got closer to school. you would’ve driven but techno already informed you they didn’t allow anybody but staff to park their cars in the school parking lot.

the bus ride went by incredibly slow, though you forced yourself to keep your eyelids open in case you missed your stop. however, soon enough, you were finally hopping off the bus, clutching the bag you brought with you. in front of you towered a relatively modern building, it looked so much more appealing than your school which was made of old brick and almost resembled an abandoned haunted home. inhaling sharply, you made your way inside.

already by the feeling, you could tell this place was a sophisticated, organised school. the hallways were wide and the lockers didn’t have graffiti all over them. the walls were painted white with posters stuck on them for a pop of colour. the place smelled like bleach and cleaning products. at-least they kept their school clean, you’d take it over the smell of sweat and rotten food that your school smelled of any day

knowing you had another few minutes before their final lesson was over, you invited yourself to look around.

each classroom had large grey doors. through the small window, you could spot the students frantically taking down notes as the teacher stood by in front of the class with a suit

they had display boards all on the walls of the second floor, pictures of various students were printed all over them, appreciating them for their efforts in certain subjects. pictures of the orchestra, the previous football team and the hockey team. they also had pictures of every grade sitting together. freshmans, sophomores, juniors..

your eyes scanned for the picture taken of the senior year, and of course, techno stood out more than anyone else, you tried spotting wilbur too.

“uh-hello? do you need anything?”

you turned around to someone looking directly at you with a small smile but a concerned look on their face. to be honest, you would be too if some random stranger was looking at the school pictures of you and your friends.

it was a short brunette boy, wearing a green collared t-shirt with jeans.

“i’m waiting for someone,” you informed him, gladly reciprocating his smile

“are you [y/n]?”

you nodded back slowly, only slightly puzzled that he already knew your name

“i can show you where techno is,”

“oh-yeah, thanks,” now you definitely were stumped.

“don’t worry, techno told us all that a ‘[y/n]’ was coming to pick something up,” he let you know, knowing by the way your eyes widened that you were confused

the boy started walking down the stairs and towards a classroom at the far end of the corridor, you got a good look at everything else as you walked by. it almost felt like a parallel universe where the students actually cared about the school. you halted to a stop when you came to a door

the boy opened it up, revealing a big classroom, where two other blonde boys sat politely on their chairs on their phones

“tubbo!”

“hey, man!”

‘tubbo’ and one of the other boys shared a small handshake, before they before glanced over to you, they both shot you strange looks.

“who’s this?” one of them asked.

“tommy, ranboo, this is [y/n], the person techno was talking about yesterday,”

“ohhh,” they both said in unison,

“speaking of techno,” you interrupted, “do you know where he actually is?”

“he told the football team to meet up here today,”

you blinked, looking at all of them head to toe, the only thing running through your mind was how on earth they all managed to get on the football team. as harsh as it sounded, none of them had a very...muscular build, not like the people on your team.

“you’re all on the football team? you’re all going against us on saturday?,”

“what? you don’t think we look big enough to play you guys?” tommy snapped back defensively, broadening his shoulders and straightening his back as if he was trying to prove something, you immediately regretted not thinking before you spoke. the last thing you wanted was to get on the wrong side of this team, especially not when the team captain was inviting you.

“no, no, i-,”

“he’s joking,” ranboo interfered, before you could say anything and embarrass yourself further. he put a hand on tommy’s shoulder. “sure, we’re two years younger than techno and wilbur, but we’ve got the skill, not muscle.

“pfft- obviously, skill over build, right?” you chuckled, clearing your throat quickly afterwards. 

“exactly, that’s how our school has been the national champions for three years in a row.” tubbo bragged. he had a good point there

it went silent for a moment, the only sound filling the room was the sound of tubbo slowly unzipping his backpack to take out a snack. “so, are you like, dating techno then?” he asked, snapping his kitkat half

“tubbo, you’re supposed to lay off the chocolate like the rest of us,”

“what, i’m hungry?!” he chewed

“let him eat, man.” tommy rolled his eyes, focusing his attention back on you. “anyways, are you?”

you shook your head, “no,” you told him, followed by a breathy laugh. “we’re just friends,”

“you’re just friends and he’s inviting you to come and watch him?”

“that’s definitely flirting,”

“it’s nothing,” you laughed awkwardly

“doesnt seem like nothing,”

just as you were about to retort back, you were interrupted.

“sorry we’re late,” another voice chimed in, you all rotated your heads as the sound of the door clicking open was heard.

a grin found your face as you recognised wilbur, that red beanie practically lived on his head, he entered the classroom followed by another (bald) boy you didn’t know, and then followed by none other than techno.

your eyes met instantly as he walked into the room, the first thing you noticed was how his pink was in a braid instead of a bun. he approached you slowly, gesturing to the three energetic boys

“so i see you’ve met everyone else?”

“yeah,” you swallowed, feeling only the slightest bit awkward now that everyone was in the room

“i’ve got your tickets,” he said. “throwing his bag off his shoulder to pull out two pieces of paper, handing it to you. “tommy almost sold them,”

“people were willing to pay good money for it,”

you giggled shaking your head, tommy was just like you thought as a first impression. “thank you, and i cant wait to see you guys play on saturday,” you said, taking it as your place to leave.

“you’re going to leave? you came two hours on a bus to pick up tickets and leave?” techno stopped you before you could begin to move

“well i-,”

well, yes. you only wanted to pick up the tickets and go, and if you got lucky, talk to techno some more. but you weren’t expecting to end up meeting his entire team. not that you regretted it, they were really lovely. but you didn’t feel like intruding on time they wanted to spend together, another long bus ride home wouldn’t be a problem for you.

“there’s a small shack by the river that are selling smoothies for half price, we can all go and sit by the bank so your time doesnt have to be wasted” wilbur interrupted. he looked at everyone else for confirmation, they all nodded their heads. they were being so nice to you and you didn’t know how to react

“guys i appreciate it but-.”

“come on,” wilbur said with a pleading tone. it genuinely baffled you with the difference of how they treated someone they only just met, it almost made you angry at your parents for not enrolling you here instead “what do you say?”

you said yes, and you were glad you did.

you all sat by the riverside while slurping your freshly made smoothies. the way all of you laughed together made you fee; like you had known them for ages. it felt like you fit in perfectly.

you sat on the bench and took in your surroundings. the riverside was beautiful, your eyes wandered to the turquoise stream, chords of light speared from above making it glisten. you sighed contently, feeling like you could breathe calmly with all your worries and stress tucked away in the back of your mind. you observed as tommy and tubbo struggled to feed the ducks. ranboo was telling them off for throwing giant chunks of bread at them rather than small crumbs. wilbur and jack were having a conversation amongst themselves while techno threw away his smoothie cup, before joining you on the bench.

“they like you, you know,”

you turned to face him.

“who?”

“them,” he tilted his head towards the three boys by the ducks. tommy was getting chased by one now. “we’re all very protective of each other, like brothers. so that means you’re doing something right,”

your heart warmed at that, you could tell that they cared about each other very much, and that they weren’t just teammates on a team, but family

“i like them too,”

techno smiled at you.

the weather, unfortunately, was short-lived, as by the time all of you had finished your smoothies, and running away from ducks, the sky had transformed into a dull grey colour. you could no longer feel the warmth of the sun on your back but a gust of cold wind which sent shivers up your spine.

it was getting late anyway, you had spent the last two hours with these boys and the afternoon was almost evening. you just wished you thought twice about deciding to not bring a jacket so you didn’t turn into an icicle on the bus ride home

“here.” techno put his arm out to you, holding a white jacket in his hands. raised your eyes brows confusedly, taking it from him opening it out.

“for your ride home, you’re going to get cold,”

it was his jersey.

it was a white lettermans jacket with mint green sleeves, the abbreviation ‘SBI’ was written on the front, and behind in big letters was written ‘technoblade’ and the number 11. you suddenly felt flustered at the idea of wearing it

“i cant take this- this is yours,”

“well, would you rather freeze?” he questioned

you nervously bit on your lip. no you wouldn’t “you know you should just take it, he’ll end up convincing you otherwise,” wilbur told you, putting a hand on techno's shoulder as he watched you hesitate.

“okay,” you laughed, putting it on. “thank you,” instantly you felt warmer upon wearing it, the sleeves were a little long for you and it was a little oversized, but you loved the way it hugged you. “and uh- thank you for today, for the smoothies, the tickets, the view,”

“it’s no problem, we’ll see you at the game?”

you nodded. standing there for a second or so. you didn’t feel like leaving to go home and wake up tomorrow for knowing you’d have to return back to your own shitty school.

but of course, that was the annoying reality. so you said your goodbyes to the rest of the boys, before turning on your heel and walking towards the bus stop.

“when can we see them again?” tommy asked, you were nearly out of sight.

“don’t worry tommy, i’m sure we’ll be seeing them a lot more often,” techno promised, fighting off the smirk and hiding the happiness he felt as he watched you wear his name through the streets.

you found yourself replaying moments in your head as you made your way home. techno was so much more interesting than you thought, the way he talked about his friends, how he would listen whenever you brought up a topic that you were interested in. it made you feel giddy inside.

finally, you arrived at your door, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes before turning the key. you were ready to launch yourself onto the couch and take a nap.

but what you weren’t expecting, was to see dream sitting on your couch, waiting for you.

“what the f-,”

“your mom let me in,” he informed, standing up.

you cursed under your breath, you’d have to remind yourself to talk to her, you had yet to explain that you two had fallen out and she couldnt just let him in like she used to when you worked on your project together. the last thing you wanted was to be face to face with one of the people you despised.

you threw your bag on another side of the couch and took off your shoes, not saying anything else as you went to your kitchen for a glass of water.

you returned, you plopped yourself on the sofa and crossed your arms. “what do you want?”

“is that techno’s?”

you completely forgot you were wearing that. you looked down at your jacket, and without realising, you smiled

dream noticed this, he felt his heart drop

“why does it matter?” you shot back

dream cleared his throat, remembering he was here to mend things with you, not make things worse by suddenly questioning you for spending time with technoblade

“it doesn’t,” he stated. “i just really need to speak to you to you,”

“then speak,”

he carded a hand through his hair, sighing. this could either go awfully or really well

“i’m really sorry,”

you scoffed. that was it? you didn’t have many buttons to push but somehow this man had managed to smash them all at once “you’re sorry?”

“okay, i came here fully prepared but everything’s suddenly left my mind-,”

“then try again. tell me why i heard you talking to sapnap, telling him you were only using me so you stay on the team!” you yelled.

“i didn’t think you were going to hear!”

your mouth fell agape. “and that makes it okay?”

“no! no, no, no,” he was not making this look better for himself. he took a deep breath. “that’s not what i meant-,”

“then what did you mean?”

dream went silent for a moment, running his tongue over the seam of his lips as he contemplated how he was going to explain it. you could feel your heartbeat in your own ears, and your hands start to shake out of all the anger that you suppressed finally being let out. he was pushing you over the top.

“i didn’t mean it, i didn’t mean any of it.” he began. “i only wanted sapnap to hear because if i told him i fell for my chemistry partner after such a short period of time he would’ve laughed at me.”

what?

“and i know it must’ve sounded horrible for you to hear that. but i swear to you , that’s not how it is, i’m not using you for a grade, after the deadline next week i want to keep on talking to you.”

you threw your head into your hands, groaning frustratedly. he confessed he fell for you, and you didn’t know what to feel about that. admittedly, dream did make you feel some sort of way at the time, but those feelings were replaced with fury the second you heard him with sapnap. but techno had been nothing but sweet and a gentleman towards you.

you felt like a netflix character.

“i did like you dream, only a little. but i don’t know how to feel about that now,”

dream felt his heart speed up. you did like him back at one point?

“please, [y/n], if there’s anything i can do,”

you shrugged. “i don’t know,”

“is it because you like techno?”

you bit the inside of your cheek.

“i don’t know,”

this conversation wasn’t getting any further. dreams aim was now trying to pull you closer before you were tied to techno. he really didn’t blame you for hating him so much, his friends weren’t the best influences and if he was in your position, he would’ve been livid. his eyes glanced back down to your jersey. as selfish as it sounded, if you ran off with techno it would shatter him, and it would only get more likely to happen if they won the game on saturday.

that’s when he had a lightbulb moment.

“let’s make a deal.” he declared. you sat up straight, intrigued.

“if we win the game, you and i go on a date.”

you crossed your arms “you realise their school is national champions three years in a row?”

“then if we win, that’ll only prove how desperate i am to make things right.”

you rubbed your eyelid and remained silent, thinking about his offer. you know what? what could go wrong? you thought.

 first of all, your school would finally have its first win, and dream would’ve proven he’s not lying to you. it would be nice to walk the halls and greet him again like before instead of sending evil glares or looking away whenever you could 

“sure, deal,” you said

dream beamed at you, relieved that you even agreed. he was more determined than ever now to win the game.

“you realise i’m still going for techno’s sake, right?”

dream chuckled, beginning to walk to the door “that doesn’t matter, because afterwards, i’ll be taking you on a date.”

“don’t get too cocky,” you told him, opening the door. he stepped outside, turning to you one more time with a cheery grin on his face.

“i will,”

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"Please, I want to fuck you," he finally confessed. I had him flustered, pinned to a wall, and it took him all of thirty seconds to break down like that. Of course I wouldn't let him get off that easily, but it was nice to know. I removed my leg from between his thighs and leaned back slightly, looking him in the eyes. "Say it again," I commanded.

His resolve waivered. "P- please can I fuck you?"

I shook my head in mock confusion. "Now that's not what you said originally."

He swallowed a whimper and took a second to build up some courage. Firmer this time, he spoke: "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your brains out, and I want to cum inside of you."

A little corny, but we could work with that. I grinned and let his hands go from where I had been holding them, above his head. He was a bit taller and stronger than I was so I know he had been letting me pin him. I let him wrap his arms around me as he pulled me in for a kiss, and he showed off that strength enough that I almost considered letting him take me there like he had asked.

One hand behind my head, another on the small of my back (quickly reaching lower), he made his desire known through every motion. He kissed me deeply, and after some time his tongue parted my lips. I let him have his fun, let him feel in control, until I pulled away to focus my attention down his chin, his neck. I pulled his shirt off to work my way down his chest, leaving a kiss every inch. I knelt, teasing along his waistband. I felt his fingers tangle in my hair and grinned, knowing what he expected.

I quickly undid the button, then the zipper to his tight pants. Soon I revealed what I was after. I had him take them the rest of the way off, and from the way he stood I know he would have done anything for me then. I took his cock in my hands, hard already, and gave it a few tentative strokes. I kissed my way up the length, lingering on the head, and watched it twitch. I felt his grip on my head flex with every contact, and his breath grew deeper as I progressed.

After a few moments I stopped, leaning back, and performed a more thorough inspection. I pulled it to one side, the the other, stretching the skin here and there. I lifted it up and grinned when it twitched. When he finally looked down, confused, I responded with an overdramatic sigh. "This isn't going to work. You're just too hairy." He wasn't actually, but it was the best I could do on short notice. A pause, then I acted like I had suddenly come up with an idea. "Oh, I know! Come with me." Dumbfounded, he followed me into my bathroom. I thought about pulling him along by his dick, but I figured that would be too forward. I wanted to give him the feeling that he was still in charge, for now.

During the whole process, I acted like it would only take a second, a momentary interruption in an otherwise-routine hookup. I had him stand, fully nude, as I sat on a stool and inspected him, manicure scissors in hand. He looked at me awkwardly, not sure what to do with his hands. Eventually he held them behind his back, but I couldn't help noticing he stayed extremely hard during the process. I trimmed the hair back from around his shaft, taking each tuft and cutting it about a quarter-inch away from the skin. I trimmed down around his balls, giving them firm tugs to keep the skin taut. He especially perked up at that, but continued to trust me through the process without a word. For my part, I made little satisfied noises every time I cleared an area, or sat back to admire my handiwork. Though I took my time, eventually I finished. And I must say, I did a damn fine job.

"And now for the shower!" I clapped, which must have cought him even more off-guard.

"The... shower?"

"Of course. Otherwise that hair will get all over the place!" I made a face that was partly conciliatory, partly a dare to question me. He decided not to. I turned on the shower and swept up the floor, leaving him to stand there uncomfortably. That would put him in the right mindset. I took off my clothes, and it must have taken him a second to realize that I was getting in there with him. He seemed to like that idea, and also the fact that I was stripping in front of him. I tried not to be too sexy about it, it wasn't for his pleasure after all, but a little teasing could always be had.

After the water was warm, I lead him into the shower and positioned him under the stream. It was gentle, flowing through his hair and leaving rivulets down his chest. He looked at me, and I leaned in to kiss him. Both naked, our wet bodies pressed together, his breath mingled with mine in a long kiss. Eventually I leaned back, smiling, and lathered up my hands with a cotton-scented body wash. I started at his neck, running suds over his collarbone, and slowly worked my way down each arm. I coated his wrists, palms, and between his fingers before the water rushed it all away. I got more soap for his chest, and turned him around to get his back as well. He pressed his hands against the side off the shower as I knelt to wash his legs, consciously skipping the part we had come in here to clean. I worked my way up and down each leg, from his toes to his upper thigh, before finally wrapping my hands around his cock. It had started to droop, but the slick soap on my hands quickly rectified that. I had him worked up again in no time, breathing heavy with the occasional moan. I had him rinse off before I pushed him against the shower wall and took him into my mouth for a long moment, eliciting a long, deep moan.

I grinned and stood up, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel. He was still struck from the pleasure and let me towel him off, bit by bit. When I felt done I stood up straight, cocked my head and looked at him, asking "didn't you want to fuck me, baby?" He nodded weakly, but I could tell the pampering had done its job. This time I did take him by the cock, leading him out into the bedroom, where I pushed him onto the bed. "Well then I'd better hear you start begging."

He made a whimpering noise, trying to find the words as I held his arms down above his head. Funny how we kept coming back to that pose, despite his strength. I guess he just needed to beg a little harder.

"Please let me fuck you. Please, baby. I need it so bad. Please, please, please..."

I looked back at him, unimpressed. I leaned back, straddled over his dick, and began to touch myself with my free hand. "Is this what you want, baby?" I spread my lips and held them directly above his dick, tantalizingly close. "This right here? If you want to fuck my pussy, all you have to do is show me how badly you want it."

He whimpered again, trying to find the words, but I saved him the trouble. I slid my body up and placed my thighs on either side of his head, lowering myself down on his mouth. He took to it eagerly, knowing exactly what I meant. His tongue lapped at my clit eagerly, and I adjusted the pressure by grinding against his face. I released his hands, holding them against my hips for stability. "Oh, that's such a good pet, so eager, so ready. You must want to fuck me so bad, baby. Look at how wet you are. You're humping the air while I hump your face. Absolutely adorable." My breath hitched a few times as I continued the teasing praise, when he hit a spot particularly well or when my own shivers started. Eventually I was close, and I gripped his hair for even more leverage as I felt him speed up. Soon enough my whole body quaked, my thighs tightened around his head and my hips stopped rocking. I rode out wave after wave of pleasure on his face, murmuring the occasional moan or "good boy."

When I was good and satisfied, I released him from between my legs. I laid beside him, running my fingers down his chest. I even traced a few lines up and down his cock before looking back up to his needy face.

"Please," he whispered, and I pretended not to hear. I simply ran a finger over his nipple, mindlessly toying with him.

"Please, I want to fuck you," he said louder. I looked up to his face and considered.

"You're sure you can be a good boy about it?"

"Yes, I'll do anything." Anything is a dangerous thing, but unfortunately I didn't have the wherewithal to test those limits right now. While riding his face had been nice, I truly did need him inside of me.

I grinned. "Well then what are you waiting for? Get on over here and fuck me."

He seemed hesitant, unsure if it was a trick, but he got up and moved between my legs anyways.

I prodded slightly. "What is it, baby? Didn't you want my pussy? Didn't you want to grab me and take me? What was it- to fuck my brains out?"

Emboldened, he pulled my legs up and slid himself towards my entrance.

I pushed even further. "Oh, won't you be a good boy and fuck me? Don't you just want to grab my hips and go wild? Don't you just want to use my body like a toy? Be a good boy and-"

That was all it took, before he was inside of me. And truly, it had been an excellent decision to rile him up. He pushed my knees to my chest, opening me up for him, and slid deep inside on the first thrust. I was more than wet enough, which was good because he had no intention of stopping. After he settled into a rhythm, I began to prod again. "Aren't you such, such a good boy, fucking me so deep, don't you just want to grab my hair, oh thank you baby, such an obedient boy, oh can't you kiss me, mmm, good little pet, don't you just want to flip me over and spank me, don't you want to push my face into the bed while you pound me from behind, isn't that what you want?"

And sure enough, he did. I felt a hand flip me over so I was on all fours, his dick back inside me with only a moment's pause. I could only tease him for a moment after that, as my face was surrounded by pillows, so I took the opportunity to reward him with moans and whimpers, one for each thrust. I felt him place a firm handprint on my ass before using it as a grip for his frantic thrusts. I felt him pound me deeper and deeper into the bed until I was nearly prone. I felt him grunt, his legs clench, before pulling my body deep over his cock one last time. I felt him spill out inside of me, and I felt his relief as he did do. I turned my head to the side for the praise: "Such a good boy, such an obedient little thing. So happy to fuck me exactly the way I want, so needy to give me what I desire. Such a good thing." I felt him continue to twitch inside of me, the praise not going unanswered.

He held me like that until he had his fill, before we curled up and I continued my praises with him in my embrace. "Such a pretty thing, lost in the heat of fucking me, weren't you so cute. Of course we'll have to do it again, if only you continue to prove so obedient. You were so adorable, maybe we should get you a leash, then you can follow my instructions exactly, oh yes wouldn't that be nice..."