Hello!! I love all the heartsteel writings you have done recently , they are really delightful to read with the effort and time you put in thank you!! Would it be okay to request a secanrio i have in mind :
Where reader was listening to heartsteel kayns playing the guitar and she gets dreamy , he teases her and offer up to teach her how to play the guitar. He could also drag her close to his lap for close-up demonstration. Reader is very aware of his heartbeat and stuff and kayn could tease more!
Whichever you're comfy and feel free to change if youd like, and take ur time with it!! ♡
✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Teaching Reader the Guitar ✖
✖ Word Count: 891
✖ Tags: Established R/S
✖ A/N: Thanks for waiting! Sorry this took a while teehee I tried to make it fun for you.
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It was a nice cool evening, the two of you just had dinner and you were lazing on his bed. Kayn was feeling like rocking out so he set up his electric guitar and was having a hell of a time just a few meters from you. You lean against the headboard, watching him from the bed. It was beautiful. Without a doubt. The soft expression on his face as he hums and strums, the way his fingers glide over the strings, the way his arm muscles tense as he presses down on the frets. You were in love, and if you weren't, just seeing him like this playing the guitar for you would have your heart stolen anyway. For someone so chaotic, he was almost angelically graceful when he gets so in the zone playing the guitar. It was so unlike his usual stage self like this. Playing a different tune from the usual genre you were used to hearing from him. Kayn calmly vibing instead of his chaotic high. It was Kayn playing this time, not the Rhaast you were used to seeing on stage.
His brows furrowed in concentration as his hands work away on the instrument. The way he seems so...at peace when he's playing the instrument. The beautiful melody and steady tapping of his feet just further draws you in. You can't help it, you really can't stop yourself from staring. He was beautiful like this. The way sweat slowly drips down his face. The small step he takes back as he balances himself when he really gets into it. No wonder he had so many fans. If you weren't so distracted you would have grabbed your charging phone and tried to sneak in a few photos. Smiling to yourself, you watched him intently, doing your best to commit this to your memory when his voice snapped you out of your daydream.
" Starstruck my love?"
He gives you a smug smile as he puts the guitar down by his desk and walks over to you. You wave off his comment and tell him how much you loved watching him play. It wasn't that you were starstruck, it was just that you loved him and he had his charms. Especially over you. Especially when he looked so cool...
" Do you want to try playing something? I could teach you. I'm generous that way."
He bends over the edge of the bed, giving you a chaste kiss before smirking again. Hands behind his head as he looks at you.
"A private lesson from the Amazing Kayn of Heartsteel is something most fans would die for you know~"
You wanted to scoff and reject him but honestly, it was a nice way to understand him better. A pleasant excuse to get closer, share a new hobby, how could you say no. So of course you agree.
Excitedly, he grabs you and pulls you over to his chair by his desk. Sitting down, Kayn pats his lap, signaling you to join him. You raise a brow but his arms are already snaking around your waist, pulling you down. He adjusts some things on the sleek guitar before placing it comfortably on your lap. Your heart races as his arms wrap around you to hold the instrument. Sure he was just holding the guitar in place but you could feel his breath on your neck, his strong chest against your back, the small twitch in his leg as you adjust yourself, the rhythming thumping of his own heart. Ok, you were going to try and commit this feeling to memory too.
" Hmm...let's start with something simple. We'll get you used to like, some easy strumming pattern or something first. Easier stuff."
Kayn's fingers ghost over yours, gently moving your fingers into place, lightly pressing them down onto the frets for you. His other hand passing you his guitar pick as he gently holds your wrist. He leans his chin on your shoulder as he helps you move your hand. A shiver running down your spine as you feel his warmth slowly spread across your body from the close proximity. Kayn's hand begins to move, rhythming a slow down down up down beat. A simple beat that you've heard in other pop songs before. It was nice to listen to, Kayn already humming a little tune before he stops to speak.
" Wow you're doing good~ "
You almost yelp as his deep voice whispers into your ears. Way to close than you were used to. The way his breath hit the edge of your ears just send an almost instant blush across your features. He notices you jump a little, another playful smirk now plastered across his face as he sees you turn red.
" Oh? Feeling more than the music darling?"
Another accursed deep sultry whisper into your ears. Kayn leaning in closer to give the edge of your ears a teasing lick before you turn to glare at him flustered.
" Sorry can't help it, you were too cute all blushy like that in my lap."
He almost purrs into your ears, you can feel the deep rumble of his voice against your body in the closeness. Ah, what did you get yourself into by agreeing to this. You close your eyes and sigh as he lightly presses a kiss against your neck.
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ex jock
this is fat steve, subby eddie, filth.. for the festive season! happy halloween freaks!
wc: 2,034 | rated: E | cw: no kink negation | tags: chubby dom top steve, sub bottom eddie, established relationship, mention of; free use, degradation, breeding, outgrown clothes.. and steve has a big dick
AO3
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eddie is brushing his teeth post shower in steve’s stupid big bathroom. the autumn rain falling agains the widow pane.
‘i decided on my costume for robins party tomorrow ed’s’ eddie hears steve say from the corridor.
eddie spits a wipes his mouth. hears steve come in and feels him stand close behind eddie, hands resting on his hips.
eddie raises from where he’s dipped over the sink. breath catching in his throat and blood rushing straight to his cock.
steve’s in his old hawkins high basketball jersey and a pair of running shorts. both are old and both are way too fucking small.
steve smirks at him in the mirror, hands shifting lower, with just enough force to disturb the towel around eddie’s waist. it drops to the floor and eddie feels the hairy lower expanse of steve’s belly push up agains his backside.
‘what do you think? ex jock, former basketball team captain.’ steve grinds agains eddie’s cheeks and all eddie can do is whine at the feeling of steve’s big hard dick, trapped and suffocated in his too small shorts.
steve leans in close and kisses up eddie’s neck. snakes a hand around to eddie’s cock and squeezes. eddie’s leans on his arms and grips at the sink, legs feeling like jelly.
steve swipes his thumb over his already leaking head, scooping up a little pre cum. eddie didn’t realise his eyes had shut till steve pulls at one of his hips, turning eddie around to face him.
looking down his nose with a smile that’s all cocky and condescending, steve lifts his thumb slowly to eddie’s mouth. eddie opens, greedily sucking it in, moaning at the feel and the taste. eyelashes fluttering.
‘pretty.’ steve humms. ‘you’d’ve let me do this after gym class right baby? in the showers? after i’d bodied you on the court?’ steve’s thumb slips from eddie’s mouth and he steps back towards the shower. turning to grab the lube they keep there, hidden amongst the shampoo.
eddie takes the chance to watch steve’s ass and thighs jiggle in his too tight shorts, as he walks the few steps to the shower. takes in his bulging love handles that are pushing the waistband out and down. that gap of skin between the two garments gets a little bigger when steve reaches up to the top shelf to grab the lube.
eddie feels his cock jump and leak once steve turns around. his belly had taken the brunt of his weight gain and he’s only gotten hairier in the years since high school. eddie grips the sink for dear life and he watches steve sway back towards him. shirt so tight eddie can see the soft nipples of his expanded pecks. steve’s belly pushes out in front of him, a soft indent along the bottom hem where the shirt sits, pulled tight around steve’s girth. belly exposed all the way up to his belly button. the jersey is so small. steve looks so hot. eddie is so fucking hard.
steve stalks up close, stomach pushing soft agains eddies flat torso. eddie blinks slowly, taking a moment to breath deeply and feel the sensation of steve’s soft body agains his own. eventually his eyes focus and he stares at steve’s mouth. his head too fuzzy to ask for a kiss but steve must read his expression because his mouth quirks into a smug little smirk. lifting a huge hand up to the back of eddie’s head. steve pulls their mouths together into a sloppy kiss. just how eddie likes it.
he looses himself in the feeling of steve’s tongue exploring his mouth, spit sliding down his chin. steve’s hand grips his hair and eddie moans. eyes rolling in the back of his head and mouth dropping open as steve sucks in his lower lip.
steve pulls their faces apart an inch and eddie can’t focus on anything other than the kissed pink colour of steve’s mouth, glossy with spit. he vaguely hears the pump of the lube bottle but his eyes don’t snap up to steves till he feels strong slick fingers probing against his cheeks, towards his hole.
eddie gasps at the sensation of steve’s strong thick arm encircling him to reach his entrance. the hand in his hair still holding tight, keeping his head in place. eddie sighs when he feels two slick fingers slide in with ease.
(he’d fingered himself open during his shower, hoping something would happen tonight, never expecting all this. but hoping none the less.)
‘baaaby’ steve coos. hand tightening in his hair and third finger prodding at his rim. ‘did you let someone have a go before me? little perv couldn’t wait till the captain was done?’ and eddie moans at the thought, feels filthy and alive. years out of high school (thank god) but lost in the fantasy.
his cock ruts vaguely against steve’s underbelly. but between the sink and steve’s arm around him, there’s not much room.
‘you gonna let me have a turn now baby?’ steve asks all honey sweet as his three fingers slide neat and quick in and out of him. all eddie can do is pant and nod, vaguely.
‘need you to use your words for me.’ steve pecks at eddie lips and tugs sharply at eddie’s scalp to get his attention.
‘pl- please.’ eddie rasps. drinking in steve’s round flushed cheeks, the love that he sees in his eyes.
‘good boy.’ steve pulls his fingers out from eddie’s hair and hole in one swift motion. eddie takes a bit to register the quick hard slap against his cheek and another to feel that steve’s gripped his leaking red cock around the base. knowing way before eddie how that move would’ve sent him over the edge in seconds.
still reeling, from the combined pain/pleasure, eddie let’s steve manoeuvre him back facing the sink and mirror. bending him at the waist so his elbows are against the counter, back arched.
steve steps back in close to eddie. having shucked his too small shorts. eddie feels him line his slick cock up against his hole. teasing.
‘eyes on me pretty thing.’ eddie lifts his head from where it was hanging between his shoulders. lost in the sensation of steve’s big thighs up agains the back of his. he focuses on the steve in the mirror.
‘now then, you’re gonna let me have a special turn with you, aren’t you baby? you don’t want me feeling left out after all those guys on the team had a go before me, do you?’ and eddie whines, shaking his head quickly, feverishly. he’d never want steve to feel second than. he’s everything.
‘good boy, so good for me baby.’ steve smiles at him in the mirror, ruts his cock between his cheeks. eddie keens.
‘now.’ steve’s cock slips in just to the base of the round tip. teasing and slick. eddie’s mouth fills with spit as he listens. ‘you’re gonna let me fuck you nice and deep aren’t you baby?’ and eddie nodding again, trying to push back onto more of steve’s cock but the strong hands at his hip stop him. ‘and i get to do what all those other guys only dream of, isn’t that right freak?’ and eddie can only whine in confusion. caught between trying to focus on keeping his eyes on steve and the sensation of his cock sliding in another inch, stretching him open.
‘you’re going to let me fuck you raw and deep aren’t you?’ and steve grinds in further, cock filling and stretching eddie’s hole. ‘you're going to let me breed you aren’t you, slut?’ steve grits, bottoming out and already pulling back out to start a punishing pace.
eddie moans long and loud. too lost in the way those words light him on fire and the way steve’s cock fills him up perfectly to keep his eyes on the mirror. he squeezes his eyes closed and splays his hands agains the counter, holding on for dear life.
steve shifts his grip, still thrusting hard and deep. one hand curls around eddie hipbone. pulling him back onto his cock and squeezing so hard eddie fucking prays he gets bruises tomorrow. the other hand slides up his spine, pushing lightly to get eddie to dip lower.
looking up again at the mirror eddie watches steve. feeling his jaw go slack and he wouldn’t be surprised if some drool slips out and splatters onto the sinks expensive porcelain.
because from this angle eddie can see steve’s flushed cheeks and knitted brow as he fucks in and out of eddie. his pecks and biceps bulging and flexing as he holds eddie where he wants him. eddie’s mesmerised by the movement and jiggle of steve’s belly as it bounces against eddies lower back. it’s still confined by the too tight jersey but the tops ridden up further over the course of the scene. allowing eddie to drink in more of its hairy, round expanse.
eddie moans again, whimpering at the sight. ‘ste- stevie. i, i can’t. i’m gonna.’ eddie sounds like he’s about to cry. feels like he’s about to cry.
steve moans, squeezing eddie hip harder. pants out ‘fuck, fuck. yeah baby, it’s okay. together, together okay?’ and he reaches his other hand down and around to grip eddie’s hard cock.
the air punches out of eddie lungs, finally getting some attention to his dripping dick. he watches steve a moment longer. the way his belly and pecs move. the way his brow is furrowed and mouth is open and panting. he sees the way he’s leaning to one side in order to reach around and stroke eddie the way he likes. how reaching has caused his side to scrunch, one roll turning into two.
‘fuck, fuck, i’m.’ steve manages as he bottoms out, so deep eddie feels it in his teeth. imagines the way steve’s balls tense up when he cums. feels steve’s hot load release inside him, filling him up. claiming him.
eddie’s eyes roll back in his head. he cums so hard he blacks out.
when he comes too it’s with his face smushed into the crook of steve’s shoulder. he nuzzled into the warm skin and feels steve squeeze where his arms are wrapped around his waist. eddie feels cum leaking out of him and dripping down his thigh. his cock gives a valiant twitch but he’s so exhausted it doesn’t go any further than that.
steve gently lifts his face out and kissed him on the nose, his cheeks, his forehead and eddie just closes his eyes and smiles all dopey.
once he feels that eddie won’t keel over if he’s no longer plastered to his front, steve steps back and rips the shirt off over his head, tossing it into the ground. ‘god that shit was uncomfortable. too fucking tight.’ but he’s smiling and eddie steps back into his space, caressing steve belly and soothing the red line where the shirt dug into him at the widest part.
‘s’that really gonna be your costume?’ eddie asks, speech still slow and syrupy like his mind. voice a little raspy, he must’ve gotten pretty loud there at the end.
steve grips one of his wandering hands and kisses eddie’s palm. he turns to put the shower back on and once he’s facing eddie again he cups eddie’s cheek with his palm. manoeuvring him so they’re eyes meet. steve kisses his nose again. ‘no silly. that was all just for you.’
eddie looks at steve’s lips as he talks. then back into his eyes once he hears what steve said. grinning he feels a blush colour his cheeks. a giddy giggle bubbles out of him as he slumps back into steve’s embrace.
‘good.’ eddie murmurs, kissing steve’s neck. ‘don’t wanna share.’
steve laughs and squeezes eddie tighter, walking them both over into the warm spray of water with big lumbering steps.
eddie sighs into the warmth, sinking into steve’s soft hold. letting steve clean him up and wrangle him into bed. falls asleep wrapped up in steve’s strong arms, his belly pushed up agains eddie back.
halloween. best fucking time of the year.
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