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An Attic Affair//Younghoon x reader smut

Since the Kim brothers moved in, your life has been hell. Sunwoo took over your room and made you sleep in the attic, and Younghoon… well, you don’t mind seeing him. What makes it hellish is that you’re incredibly attracted to him, and he doesn’t even seem to notice you.

Tags: stepbrother smut, KINKY fingering scene (but who cares youre already fucking your stepbrother), he calls u a 'SLUT', scene of watching porn + lots of masturbating, PERV!hoon+sunwoo (panty-stealing & ogling), perv!you, hoon calls himself "oppa" once, unprotected🤷‍♀️, BULLY!Sunwoo, hoon is VERY NICE to you

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Excerpt; “Don’t worry,” he says, “oppa learnt a lot about making dumb little bunnies like you cum. I bet I can make you cum… hmm…” He flicked your nub, making you squeal. “... with just a flick of my finger.” He’s still laughing at how you were trying to compose yourself, and failing.

“Move over, idiot.” Sunwoo pushed you out of your high chair, and sits down with his breakfast. The same way he pushed you out of your room.

“You decided last week that that was your seat,” you say, pointing to the chair across from you two.

Sunwoo grunts. “I’m sorry, we have ‘permanent’ seats in this house?”

Your mother says it’s just the thing with having siblings now, you’ve been an only child so you don’t know how to share—why couldn’t you be more like the Kim brothers? When Sunwoo calls her ‘mom’ your mother just goes nuts with pride, so when he asked her, “mom can I please have Y/N’s room, it’s so much bigger,” she immediately gave it to him.

You couldn’t even move to the guest room, because it was now taken over by the older brother, Hoonie—who had moved into an apartment in the city, he didn’t even live here—but they wanted to keep his room and stuff there, so you had to settle for… the attic. Bullied out of a bed by Kim Sunwoo, who in the eyes your mother could do no wrong.

It wasn’t enough that he saw you battling with attic dust and cramped space every time you came down out of a ladder for breakfast, Sunwoo had to take everything else from you—your seat at any table, your laptop because his kept ‘freezing’, any alone-time you could get—and still wasn’t satisfied. Sunwoo was a bully. You didn’t know how your mother couldn’t see it.

You didn’t hate all the Kims, though. Your new stepdad was a great guy, the perfect fit to your mother’s jigsaw puzzle of a heart, and Younghoon…

You didn’t hate Younghoon. You didn’t even know how someone could begin to hate Younghoon. You first met him wearing some shabby Christmas sweater, but on the day of the wedding, he had a suit on…

You got cake frosting in your nose staring at Younghoon back at the wedding. You didn’t understand how fabric could be so sinful, more sinful than nakedness, how the thin white silk shirt hugged his chest, and the length of his legs exaggerated by the tailored pants… Younghoon was like a vision of a dream you couldn’t get enough of. Thank God he lived in the city, away from you, or you would have committed multiple crimes.

As you were staring Sunwoo down at the breakfast table, the front door suddenly opens, and two long legs strided into the dining room, to your surprise—Younghooon is in the kitchen, picking out muscats out of a bowl. “Hey, appa. Hey, mom.” Younghoon had started calling your mother ‘mom’ too, to your disdain. “I got a break from my job, and my roommate’s got his girlfriend over the whole time, so I thought I’d just come see you guys. Surprise?”

He takes a seat beside you until you’re sandwiched between both brothers. Your mom shot a look at you—“Sweetie, let them sit together, they haven’t seen each other in a while.”

Once again pushed out of your seat, you frowned, only Younghoon goes: “that’s alright, we’ll let her eat in peace.” He shot a look at Sunwoo. “You haven’t been more of an evil bastard, have you?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Younghoon was only there for the attic thing, and not the laptop-borrowing and all the bullying that’s been going on.

You knew Sunwoo was a bit of a perv to other people, but… he wouldn’t steal your panties, would he? It’s weird, because it happens sporadically—once when you still kept your clothes in your old room, and right now. It’s just that he took your favorite lacey, pretty-pink-and-yellow ones, so it’s hard to not notice.

You rifled through your closet in the attic trying to find the missing panties. You thought you’d wear them, just because Younghoon’s around and you need your intimates to feel sexy. But they’re nowhere around.

Sunwoo couldn’t have, right? He’s not that sick. But who else could have? Certainly not Younghoon, who only ever even smiles at you out of obligation.

You won’t confront Sunwoo, though, just to not embarrass the both of you. He’d just deny it anyway… And currently he was hogging the bathroom just because he knew you were planning to shower.

You’re clutching your change of clothes to your chest as you knock on the bathroom door, trying to word your commands as sweetly as you could: “Sunwoo, I need to shower before my appointment!”

“You can’t rush me,” he retorted. “I’m doing my 16-step skin care routine.”

“Sun—” Your yell got interrupted, as you froze on your spot, to see a half-naked Younghoon with a towel around his waist, coming up to you.

“Oh,” he says in realization. “You were waiting on him, too? Then you can go first—”

“No!” you gasped. “No, you should—if he decides to come out, that is.”

“Hey, it’s your home,” he offered with a friendly smile.

The door swung open, and Sunwoo marches out, also half naked but ineffective on your psyche. You knew he only came out because he heard Younghoon, not because he finally felt some pity for you.

“16 step skincare routine?” Younghoon says with a sing-song.

“It’s how I keep my face baby-soft, loser.”

“Looks rougher than those basketballs you throw around to me.”

Wordlessly, Sunwoo reaches for the towel around Younghoon’s waist, and pulls it towards him, laughing maniacally as it comes off, and he throws it into the air before exiting the scene. You turn away from both boys, staring off, holding a scream inside your throat.

“Hey,” Younghoon says with a laugh, “Y/N, it’s fine. I had boxers on.”

“Wh–What? Oh.” You bat your eyes until you’re seeing clearly; Younghoon had boxers on, those baggy plaid boxers perfect for lounging around if he were living alone.

You imagined him on the couch, absentmindedly watching the TV, manspreading, the outline of his dick thick and dark in the shadows it casted. He’d reach under the waistband of those boxers, eyes still fixated on the TV in front of him, and start palming his cock, until it grows pink and needy—

You drop your change of clothes you had just thinking of it, and Younghoon looks dumbfounded. As you both reach out to grab them off the carpeted floor, Younghoon’s body ends up so close to you, half naked, almost like a side-hug. You feel his chest against yours, body so warm and real and solid.

He’s so hot. You pull away. “Um, you should shower first,” you offered. “You’re… older, and all.” You ran back to your attic screaming internally.

Brother, you tell yourself, that’s your step brother. Jeez, please, chill out, Y/N!

But you just felt his naked chest against your body, like if he were holding you in bed—

What bed! You groan. You were sitting on the mattress in the attic with your towel and clothes, waiting for Younghoon to finish showering. You willed yourself to not think of what he looked like naked—you’ve already seen enough. A whole lot. And still it wasn’t enough or you?!

“It’s so perfect that Younghoon’s here!” your mom starts to say. You’re confused. Why? “I wouldn’t have trusted you two here, but with your big brother here, maybe me and your stepdad can go on a trip!”

Sunwoo just grunts in response. You’re aghast—not that you didn’t trust Younghoon, but even your mother wouldn’t defend you against Sunwoo’s raids—how would Younghoon?

But the older boy grinned at your two parents. “You two should have fun, mom and appa,” he said. “We’ll take care of the house.”

Your parents were packing for the trip, as they hurriedly booked a hotel with a lakeside view. You sat on the bed in the master bedroom, helping your mother with her luggage. “Do you have to go?” You couldn’t bear thinking about what Sunwoo would be like if some adults weren’t around.

“Younghoon’s here,” your mom assured you.

The said man was currently leading against the door frame talking to his dad about sunglasses, and if they were gonna swim in the lake. You sighed, dreamily staring at him. Just all the fun you couldn’t have… From downstairs, you could hear Sunwoo loudly playing fifa.

“Younghoon’s very responsible,” says your step dad. “He was resident advisor back in college!”

“Nah.” Younghoon scoffed cooly. Since returning to town, he had cut his hair the way wall street brokers do—clean cut, full forehead showing, dark brown hair pushed aside. The perfect son-in-law look, too bad your mother already calls him son. “Resident advisors are assholes on power trips. I was just the guy that helped deal with them.” He grinned, shooting you a look. “Hey, young lady, before I forget, I brought you a present.”

You raise your eyebrow in confusion, gingerly following him out to the former guest room—which was better than Sunwoo’s current one, and big enough for two people. You’d be mad at both brothers, if only Younghoon wasn’t so goddamn nice.

“Here.” He handed you a neatly folded burgundy-brown hoodie, incredibly similar to the one he wears to bed. You couldn’t control yourself from bringing it to your nose, and it smells like him, freshly taken out of his luggage, where it had laid folded next to his cologne and aftershave. So heavenly, boyish, sexy. It felt like hugging him.

“Thanks!” you chirped to Younghoon. “You’re the nicest.” The hoodie was a medium version of the oversized one he wore to bed. It’s disgusting to make a coupling joke with your step brother, so you don’t.

You looked back at the luggage it had come from, and you just… thought of something. Wouldn’t it be so cool, if you could have Younghoon’s actual, well-worn clothes? Like one of his soft giant shirts? Something that was just entirely his?

You’re so stupid. But it’s just a crush—you just needed to get over it. Right?

Well, you thought, if Sunwoo could (allegedly) steal your panties, you could take Younghoon’s shirt.

While Younghoon and Sunwoo had dinner on the empty first floor—your parents had left already, adding to the stillness—you had an amazing idea. A horrible, perverted idea, but amazing nevertheless.

You open the door to Younghoon’s room ajar so it didn’t creak, and rifled through his bag. Where was it, the pristine-bleached white shirt, with the badge on it, that makes Younghoon look like an Abercrombie model? Your hands brush against the cold glass of his cologne, and you bring it out to sniff the top.

Like a creep. At least you weren’t sniffing underwear or something, ew—it was just cologne. Expensive french cologne.

Everything in his luggage was oversized and therefore too conspicuous if you take it away, so you decided to go through his unfolded just-dried laundry, which he had just done. Going through the first couple items… something flimsy and lacey fell out of it.

You thought you knew what it looked like, so you grab it from off the floor. Your panties, the ones you lost. What was it doing here… You felt embarrassed by the thought of Younghoon seeing your panties, so you just pocket it, thinking it got mixed in from the washing machine—ugh! That’s so embarrassing.

Under the pile, you find the white shirt you were looking for, and giddily take it away. He’d just think it had gotten lost somewhere, right?

You take it and threw it up the attic, ready for whatever you were going to do with it. Emphasis on whatever.

You go back downstairs to greet the brothers like nothing happened, you knew you had to do their dishes soon, which you think was your duty—only, Younghoon is pressuring Sunwoo to do them.

“You can’t just not wash your own plate, loser.”

“Why not? I let our dear little sister wash them, all the time,” Sunwoo says with a laugh.

“Sunwoo…” Younghoon sounded like he was losing patience. “Be nice to y/n.”

“No,” Sunwoo retorted, “why should I?”

“You wouldn’t do this if you didn’t like her, though,” Younghoon said in a scolding, all-knowing tone. “If she was ugly you’d leave her alone—you’re too obvious. Have some respect for the person that gave up their room just so you could jack off in it.”

You could see Sunwoo’s face, but from the back you could see that he literally flinched, stepping backwards out of instinct. Younghoon didn’t care. “Now I’ll wash the dishes for tonight, but tomorrow you’ve got no excuses, okay?”

Sunwoo didn’t dare storm away, but he got out of the kitchen as fast as he could; you hid yourself behind the stairs until his footsteps disappeared into your old room.

You felt semi-bad about causing a fight between the brothers, so you gingerly approach Younghoon at the sink, where he was getting the water ready, and offered to fill in for him. “I… usually do those,” you say softly. “Let me?”

“Don’t worry about the dishes,” Younghoon assured you with a smile, “I’ll wash them—or Sunwoo will wash them. For this week, just relax, can you do that for me?”

He reacted to your surprised expression by ruffling your hair like you were a little kid, and then avoided your body to grab the dish-washing gloves.

Can you do that for me? Jesus, it sounds like ‘can you do that for daddy?’ like in every porn you’ve seen before. The way Younghoon stood up for you gave you a knot in your stomach, and not even the bad kind, which you were so concerned about.

Now you feel extra bad for what you were planning to do with his shirt.

~~~

You type in ‘stepbrother’ into the search box, already cringing, toes curled and fists clenched. Eww, you did not want to do this, but your neanderthal brain was telling you otherwise.

The guy in the video is a white guy, so different from Younghoon, but soon he’s feeling up his costar, while she pretends to be unaware. You wondered what you would do if Younghoon did that to you, although he wouldn’t. He was just so clean-cut, and didn't seem to have a hint of perversion in his head.

You started to think of Younghoon’s cock in those plaid boxers again, the thickness of the shaft, the whole head of it, although left to your imagination it grew hot in your mind; you started closing your eyes and teasing your clit with just one finger, thinking more about Younghoon than concentrating on the porn, until it was just a mess of moans to you and it was Younghoon acting it out with you, in your head.

“Yeah, you like your stepbrother’s cock that much?”

You grabbed the shirt now, the fabric thin from being so well-worn, and stuffed the fabric in your mouth, the scent of it—Younghoon’s smell, his detergent and after-shave and just him—around your face reminiscent of what it would be like if he were gagging you, three fingers in your mouth— “shh. You wouldn’t want mom and dad to catch us, would you?” You shivered already, toes curling as the thought of him fills you up the way your fingers filled your cunt up.

With the video still playing, you toyed with yourself mercilessly, as if you were trying to get a rise out of yourself, moans perfectly muffled by the shirt that there was no way either step brother could hear from downstairs.

You came to the thought of Younghoon, his kind eyes turning feral as he watched you this way, hand inside your soaked panties and your pajamas unbuttoned that he could see your chest; you imagined him standing over the mattress, watching like a freakishly tall stalker.

When you open your eyes, he’s not here, and the audio plays blaringly from your headphones as the actors crash into each other, less chemistry than you and Younghoon had. You spit the shirt out of your mouth, his scent still lingering.

“Ah, I love your fat cock!” “Yeah, your tiny cunt is squeezing all my milk out of me—”

You hurriedly close the tab, cringing. Ew, did people actually talk like that during sex? You’d only had it once—the one time you lost your virginity to some kid named Soobin in college—and it was done in complete silence and whispers and coos, nothing like the pornographic monstrosity.

You quickly delete your history from your laptop, in case Sunwoo comes to borrow it again—imagine if he’d found stepbrother porn in your history. He’d get the wrongest idea in the world.

Or what if Sunwoo figured it out? That you were head-over-pussy in love with the older Kim? That would be so fucked up, a new way for him to torment you. You could never let him figure it out.

“I’m having a party,” Sunwoo tells you, as if it wasn’t obvious from the way he was setting up food and beer and one-use cups. He toiled with a beer bottle in one hand, wondering if he should start drinking before anyone even got there. “Just don’t be here because I don’t want my friends making comments about you, or anything. Also, help me set up the chips table first.”

“You’re not in high school anymore, idiot,” you replied, having half a mind to slap the chips bowl out of his hands. But then he’d just make you clean it up. “And I’m not Cinderella to help you with a party I’m not even allowed to go to.”

“Okay, attic rat.” Sunwoo was fluffing up pillows. “Just be gone when they get here, understood?”

You looked around the house—Younghoon had left to meet his friends, and wasn’t there to defend you, and maybe Sunwoo is right, maybe you should haul out, you didn’t want his friends making comments about you, either.

You shot Sunwoo an indignant look, though. “Go fuck yourself.”

“That’s no way to talk to your brother.” He drinks the pre-party beer.

When Younghoon comes home from having coffee with his friends (Jacob and Kevin), it’s late and his house is up in lights and loud with Sunwoo’s new age rap blasting from the speakers, and the smell of alcohol and weed overwhelmed his every sense to the point that he could taste it.

He found his brother smoking with a girl in the back porch, and immediately dragged him back into the house by the nape of his neck, leaving the girl stranded there. “You threw a party?”

“I haven’t had the house to myself since forever—”

“All you gotta do is move out, you sock.” Younghoon looked around the house. “Where’s Y/N? You know if your troublemaker friends see her, it’s gonna be a whole thing.”

“She’s been gone since I told her we were having a party, I think,” says Sunwoo. “I told her to get lost, anyway.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Younghoon chides under his breath, but Sunwoo goes back to drinking his beer out of a used cup like he didn't hear him.

The party was continuing downstairs, and the 2nd floor was more deserted. Sunwoo’s loud rap music seemed to die down slowly as Younghoon got on the 2nd floor… and then started to unlatch the ladder towards the attic.

The sounds muted down completely once he’s in, and he quickly pulled the ladder back up to cover his traces, and also so no one could follow him and interrupt.

He started his routine of rifling through your underwear drawer, last time he got lucky with those pretty pink panties, so now he wanted something else, something just as precious and sweet that makes him cold-sweat from the tension in his lower belly. From the moonlight streaming in from the skylight, he finds a pair of panties, white with a ribbon on them, pretty but cotton instead of lace, and he decides, as good as any other. Younghoon brought it up to his nose, and smelled only the detergent and fabric softener, and not a sense of you.

Needing you desperately, he heads over to the bed, thinking of lying on the same mattress as you, trying to think of what you’d look like all these nights when you touched yourself, whatever you touched yourself to. He crawled on his hands and knees onto the mattress, thumbing over the panties like he would with your skin, until nipples hardened and tight little warm walls twitched.

~~~

You were awoken as you felt movement on the other side of the mattress. You’d fallen into a deep sleep since Sunwoo told you to get lost, thinking you’d crash at a friend’s for the night, but you’d fallen asleep even through the party. Goddamn it. Now who was in your bed?

You rolled over, until you were nose-to-nose with Kim Younghoon himself.

You screamed. “Younghoon?! What are you doing here?” But your bodies were so tangled in your sheets that he couldn’t get away from you, and was in fact actually tied together, you basically on top of him.

“Y—Y/n!”

“What is that you’re holding?” you ask; it’s too small to be a phone. Unless… no way.

Younghoon tries to shake off the feeling, but he’s still frozen in his flight responses, frozen while you touched him and wrestled the fabric out of his fists.

“My panties?!”

Busted. Younghoon’s face was heating up, even if you couldn’t see it in the dark. “I–I was—” he started. “Uh, just… going through your laundry?”

You’re the one frozen now, and Younghoon quickly disentangled himself from the sheets, uncovering the little white mass stuck in the foot of the mattress—holy shit. “Is that my shirt?!”

He picked it up. “It’s stained.” You have no words, so Younghoon looks back at you, grinning maniacally. “Were you being naughty?”

It’s horrible how his entire demeanor could change in a second. Under the blankets, he started to touch you, not even a little shy, grabbing you close by the waist so horribly hot and warm. “Ah, so you were cumming to the thought of me, your step-brother?”

“I—I’m sorry!” you squeaked. “Wait, my panties—are you—are we…?!”

“Do you want me?” Younghoon asks, voice dropping several octaves just so hoarse and sexy. In the dark, he stared at your form with glinting eyes. “I do,” he says when you wouldn’t. “I want you so, so… bad…” His fingers crawled up your bare thighs—you were wearing just a night dress, flimsy and short.

“You don’t even notice me,” you huffed.

Younghoon scoffed it off, although he looked concerned. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, “plus your mom and my dad wouldn’t have liked it if I kept staring at your legs, like Mr. Obvious downstairs. Although, I did stare, when you were just too… juicy to look away from.”

You’re aroused, it showed. “R–really?” you squeaked, trying to keep your hands to yourself. He was still wearing his outside clothes, a button down and actual tailored pants. He smelled like his normal cologne, too.

“You’re a sick, sick, girl, you know? Wanting to be noticed by your step brother…” His free hand cupped your face to make you face him, harsh against your skin. He hummed, as if deriving pleasure just from touching you. “But don’t worry, I won’t punish you or anything. You know I’m the nice one.”

“Younghoon…” Your hands go up to press against his shirt, although not pushing him away, yet.

You hear him hum again, this time with a little giggle. His hand is trailing up your bare thighs, now landing between your legs, at the very core where all the heat and pulsation were coming from… He prods it with just one long middle finger, rubbing against the nub and the slit—although it doesn’t catch your clit to stimulate you, the lewdness of your step dad’s son's hand behind on your bare cunt was doing enough.

“No panties,” he observed with a cocky laugh. “And wet. What, were you dreaming about me?”

You moaned his name again. “Please…” Your hands went to his shirt and grasped onto a bunch of the fabric, like pornstars grabbing on bedsheets. You could feel his heart, and despite his demeanor, it’s pounding so hard in his chest.

“How many fingers do you think you’re ready for?” he asked.

“Um… two.” That’s a good number to start. His fingers are long and thin, but bigger than yours anyway.

“Hmm, you are tight.” He was prodding you with one finger, and when he enters, two fingers in you—it’s almost too tight in you, too much, too soon. Stuffed up inside you, so foreign.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “oppa learnt a lot about making dumb little bunnies like you cum. I bet I can make you cum… hmm…” He flicked your nub, making you squeal. “... with just a flick of my finger.” He’s still laughing at how you were trying to compose yourself, and failing.

Suddenly the door to the attic unlatches, the stairs springing down. Your goddamn attic wasn’t lock-able, from either side. Goddamn it. Younghoon stops everything, his free hand coming up to cup your mouth, eyes wide in alarm. “Shh,” he whispers to you.

It was a couple of Sunwoo’s friends. “I don’t know if I want to go up,” one guy was saying. “There’s spiders, and it’s Kim Sunwoo’s house—who knows what kind of monstrosities he has lying around?”

“You want to do it in his parents’ room?” This was another guy.

Younghoon’s fingers were still inside of you, and slowly, they begin to curl, uncurl, curl… You suppress a moan by biting down on your tongue, but the guttural sounds threatened to spill out of your throat.

To silence you, Younghoon hurriedly planted a kiss to your lips, tongue fighting its way in and taking over yours, when you moan it’s right into his mouth, the sound getting muffled and tortured and he kisses you with more force. His fingers up inside of you are now working faster.

You think you’d scream if he didn’t stop—or also stopped—you shut your legs, but his long, veined arms are persistently still stuck and working between your thighs. When you open your eyes, you see the moonlight catch in his fanged teeth—he’s laughing soundlessly at your plight.

“This is creepy,” the partiers were saying. “I’m high, anyway, I think I’d fall of the ladder if I tried.”

“Right. We’ll go to his parents’ bedroom—if someone hadn’t beat us here.”

Younghoon looked at you, releasing you—both hands now away from you, body pinned against yours. The ladder was still down, the light from down the stairs spilling upwards.

“We should close…” you started to say.

He kissed the back of your ears, one hand pinning your arm down. “Mmm… I like knowing someone could walk in…”

“Hoon, we’re not meant to be doing this, we’ll get in trouble. You’re my step brother.” Now you really sounded like a pornvid reciting its lines.

Younghoon shushed you, parting your legs with his knee. Your bare pussy under his legs, you couldn’t help yourself from grinding against his thigh. “Such a bad girl,” he remarked in a strained voice. “Ah.” He lifted your leg up higher, and took himself out, rubbing the head against your cunt. “You want it?” His voice was still deep from whispering.

You simply nod.

“Use your words…”

“I… I want you to fuck me.”

“Tell me how much of a bad girl you are,” he says, tone still teasingly tantalizing. “Tell me how much you want your big step brother’s cock buried inside you.”

“I want my step brother’s cock in me, I’m so bad. I’m so… hnng, fuck…” You couldn’t reach the bed sheets, so you just grab Younghoon’s shirt again. You were making an untidy mess of his outside clothes, although he still had hair still perfectly parted like for an event, he looks amazing. And he’s inside of you, buried all the way, he zaps his head away from you just to make a guttural grunt. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so bad, you… you know that?” He pulls out, only to slam back in, and you squealed.

“Already? I haven’t even…” He’s now obeying the urgency in your eyes before you can even say ‘faster’. He’s quick and fast and thick and hard in you, and he’s starting to break out in sweat just from the heat of it all.

He tears the rest of the blankets away from your bodies so he could thrust into your pussy easier. You just hear his panting, and just to silence himself, he bites down on your shoulders, and up your neck. You hear “hnngg, yeah~” out of his lips, like he was having a hard time controlling his own pleasure spilling out from him.

You moaned. “Sunwoo’s gonna see these…”

“And think you’re a slut that fucked one of his friends,” Younghoon says. “Is that what you are? A dumb little whore that just spreads her legs for everybody?”

“N—no!” You’re doing everything just to not scream, but it’s excruciating holding it in. “I’m n–not a slut. I’m just a slut for—for you, Hoon…”

Younghoon laughed. “Is that right?”

He switched the position to missionary, holding you underneath him as he pounded your poor cunt, the same way he imagined he would when he was masturbating with your panties. You hear his strained panting again, his lovebites still stinging along your neck. You threw your head back and moaned.

“So, so wet… baby…” It grew sloppier, with sounds of the wetness of your cunt and his precum, disgustingly mixing. Younghoon fucked you harder now, knowing he had to pull out soon. “Fuck… fuck!”

Your hands crawl up from under his shirt, scratching his back. He was so big, every part of him… you sink your nails into his waist. “Ugh, Hoonie…”

He hurriedly took himself out of you, panting, to spill his seed on your stomach. You still had your nightdress on, and the cum got on it, white against white… It’s almost beautiful, a ruin of your innocence. It satisfied Younghoon enough, that he just fell back into the mattress beside you, catching his breath. “I’m… sorry…” he said. “Ugh, I feel like such a bad man.”

You wiped it off your belly with the dress, and then took it off. “No, I liked it,” you reassured him. You put the dress away into the laundry basket, and put on the hoodie that he’d given you, grinning at him. He had his eyes closed, slowly feeling the post-ejeculation clarity.

You crawled over and shut the latch, blocking it with a box so no one could come in. “Seriously, though… Sunwoo might see your hickies,” you say.

“Let him.”

“I don’t want him to call me a slut, to add to everything else he calls me.” There was a truthful sting in your voice that Younghoon felt the pain. He gathered you in his arms, until you were just cradled so tiny in his chest.

“Shh, it’s alright.” Younghoon kissed the side of your face again. “I’ll take care of you, okay? You’ll sleep in my arms tonight.”

“What the hell is that?” Sunwoo demanded at the breakfast table, cups still scattered around the kitchen counter.

“What the hell is what?”

“You got laid last night?”

“Kinda weird that you notice it when you can’t even get your eyes to open from the hangover,” you pointed out, “are you in love with me that much?”

He stuttered. The first time Kim Sunwoo had ever stuttered in his life, although maybe the hangover was giving him a brain fog. “Shut up.”

Younghoon was cutting you strawberries in heart shaped cutters and frying pancakes on another pan. He watched you out of the corner of his eyes, smiling to himself.

“Hey,” Sunwoo whines when Younghoon makes two portions—one for himself and one for you—and leaves him out. “Where’s mine?”

Younghoon pinched your thigh under the table, the way he did last night… you threw your head back and moaned a little from the pain.

“Whatever!” Sunwoo groaned. “I’ll probably just vomit everything back up, anyway—I’m gonna nap.”

As soon as he turned his back, Younghoon inched closer to you on the seat, lips attached to the same place he had sucked hickies on. “This is so fun,” he giggled. “And just the beginning of the whole of it.”

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Tim searched through his selfies and selected a locker room pic that made him look the most “swole”. Then he dragged it over to the black box. Suddenly the screen went blue and his computer crashed.

Then Tim realized he had class to attend to. So he jacked off, closed his laptop, hopped into the showers, washed up, then wrapped the towel around his waist and started brushing his teeth without looking in the mirror.

He continued brushing his teeth, while his biceps were getting swollen. His body had gone from thin and athletic to almost beefy. How could he not have noticed how big he was getting?

He stepped on the scale he kept in his room, it read 180 pounds he’d gained 20 pounds. Then he remembered the exam he need to attend to.

“Oh god… the exam…” Tim said out loud. He looked at the clock. He had 15 minutes to get to class before they shut the doors. He hunted around for clothes that would fit him properly. Tim had been accustomed to wearing tight fitting things before and none of those shirts would go past his shoulders. Eventually he settled on a pair of workout shorts and a button up that his mother had gotten him for Christmas. He had rarely worn it before because it fit somewhat loosely on it but it fit his chest perfectly now.

Suddenly his chest felt like it was getting tighter and disturbing for Tim was that his arms were beginning to get tight in his button up. His pecs started to stretch the shirt as his growing delts made it difficult to maneuver in. Tim unbuttoned his top buttons to relieve some of the strain.

He felt an extreme tightness in his briefs. His nuts began to hurt as they strained against the tight fabric. His swelling bubble butt was stretching the seams. Tim was starting to question why he always had to go for that sexy tight underwear. Everything was getting skintight. His pecs and back strained against his button-down shirt. He tried to get up to leave but he heard a ripping sound when he moved causing him to freeze in terror as nervous sweat soaked into to every fabric

Without warning a button popped from his shirt like a cork from a bottle of champagne, the movements caused his shirt to give way into loud rips as more buttons went flying.

His shirt fell on the floor and to his surprise, his body is now HUGE especially his muscular pec. Surddenly his mind was started to fill with horny thought and work out with the bro in the gym, his body moves on it own and starts flexing to his reflection in the mirror.

He was no longer Tim but a dumb muscular jock who think of sex and gym all day. Who need to pass the exam when you got THESE muscle.

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Traditions - Angel Reyes x Reader

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It’s the first time since Marisol’s death that Felipe’s house is being decorated for Christmas. Angel, EZ and Felipe don’t usually celebrate the season, instead they have a couple of beers, watch a few movies and let the day pass them by. You’re not much different. You’ve been on your own since your Nana died, you used to spend the day in the fields with your music on, collecting buds or in the apothecary making the balm that soothes away all of those aches and pains. Now there’s a child in the mix things are different. Angel’s decided to go all out and that apparently includes buying the largest Christmas tree known to man.

“She’s four months old.” You remind Angel as him and EZ wrestle with getting the tree through the front door. “I don’t think she minds how big the tree is.”

“I tried to tell him.” EZ tells you as he guides the trunk into the stand and begins to twist the pins that hold it in place. “But he was adamant, it had to be this one. I think Valeria’s first Christmas is making him a little nuts.”

“Then I guess we’re doing this thing.” You say, your palm brushing over Valeria’s fine dark hair as she snuggles even deeper into your chest.

“You are doing this thing.” EZ corrects you, kissing his niece on the top of the head. “I have hampers to deliver, you get to deal with all of his madness.”

“Traitor.” You accuse as you walk him to the door.

EZ gives you that shit-eating grin of his as you shoot him the middle finger. You watch him climb on his bike, raising Valeria’s hand to wave goodbye before you close the door behind him. When you turn to face the tree, it feels like it’s even bigger than it was two minutes ago. You can hear Angel in the other room, rooting through the box of decorations that he’d brought down from the attic.

“OK kid, your dad’s gone a little crazy but we’re gonna lean it into it ok?” You say to Valeria as her tiny fist grips the fabric of your shirt. “We’re just gonna lean right into it.”

***

Valeria is asleep by the time you’ve finished decorating the living room. The tree glows from the corner of the room, bathing it in a warm light as the two of you sit on the floor alongside Valeria’s bassinet. The scent of pine floods your nostrils, the sound of Bing Crosby’s Christmas album playing on the decade’s old stereo. You’re both drinking hot chocolate, not the instant kind. One made from traditional cocoa, something Angel had picked up along with the whipped cream and marshmallows.

It's perfect, this moment. Your little family taking a breath and enjoying the holidays. It’s been a hell of a year with everything that happened with Skye and then your recovery but you’re here celebrating the holiday season with your lover and daughter.

“You know, I thought you’d gone a little insane with all of this but now I get it.” You say as you survey the room, the tiny family heirlooms on the mantlepiece, the fairy lights intermingled with the wreath. “It’s beautiful.”

“You thought I’d lost my mind, didn’t you?” Angel teases as his lips brush over your temple.

“A little.” You admit, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “But I get it. You want the perfect Christmas for our little girl, something like the ones you remember from your childhood.”

“My mom used to make it so special.” Angel tells you as his gaze comes to rest on the tiny handmade ornaments he’d made with his mom once upon a time. “Even when we were grown, we’d still come over, help her decorate. I want traditions like that with Valeria, with you...”

His hand comes to rest upon your stomach, his thumb smoothing over the place where his son resides. He knows it’s a boy, he can feel it in his bones. “Our new baby.”

“You haven’t told anyone right?” You murmur, your palm coming to rest upon his. “It’s still too early.”

“No Mi Reina I haven’t.” He says, tipping your chin up so you can meet his gaze. There’s such love in those eyes, such tenderness, such adoration. His lips brush over yours and it’s the sweetest kiss, so soft, so meaningful. His thumb ghosts along the line of your jaw and he smiles just a little as you moan into his mouth. “Isn't that what got us here in the first place?”

He draws away as Valeria mumbles grumbles in her sleep, his gaze slipping to his daughter.

“I can’t believe how blessed I am.” He tells you, his warm fingers splaying over your abdomen. “You, Valeria and little peanut are the best gifts I could have asked for.”

“It’s going to be a great Christmas.” You say entwining your fingers with his. “The best one yet.”

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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Dean Winchester x plus size reader x Sam Winchester

A close call makes the boys realise that they need to enjoy the little things.

Warnings: injuries, blood, frostbite, concussions, hunt gone wrong but no death, NO WINCEST, implied polyamorous relationship, angst

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Hunting was exhausting. It was dirty and gross and both physically and mentally taxing. But there was something about December and the holidays that made monsters act up even more than other times of the year. Cas had once said it had to do with the winter solstice but you thought that was a load of crap. Monsters were just being monsters and the only reason they went nuts at this time of year was because they knew hunters would be slacking off due to the cold and the early sunsets.

Sam and Dean practically carried you into the shitty motel room they had found for this hunt. You were bleeding and probably concussed with a hint of frostbite on the tips of your fingers and toes. Your head rolled as you were placed on the couch, the ancient springs beneath you groaning with your weight.

The brothers had a wordless conversation, their eyes meeting over you as Dean held you up, one of his large hands planted on your sternum, the other gripping the back of your neck. Sam quickly scurried away, heading straight for the incredibly stocked first aid kit you kept in your bag.

“C’mon sweetheart, keep those pretty eyes open for me.” Dean pleaded, his voice strained with emotion. It was too close of a call for him.

“Yer the one with purty eyesss.” Your words were slurred, a sure sign that you were about to pass out. Sam’s hands trembled as he ripped open the pack, gathering up all of the bandages he could and grabbing a bottle of whiskey they had been keeping as a celebratory drink for the end of the hunt. He ended heavily on his knees in front of you.

“I need to take your shirt off, is that ok?” You slumped forward and your forehead collided with the younger brother’s but you did not flinch, your body having gone numb long ago.

“You tryin ta get in ma pantssss? Cause that’s a yes from me.” You giggled, trying to reach for him but a strong arm moved to wrap around your chest, pulling you backwards. Dean’s lips fit against your ear, whispering soothing words that you couldn’t quite comprehend before turning to his brother.

“Just cut it off her, we need to stop the bleeding.” Swallowing hard, Sam nodded. The plaid was quickly sliced away, exposing your soft stomach to them. They simultaneously sucked in a breath, it was bad, really really bad.

As Sam worked, desperately trying to stop the bleeding and disinfect the wound with the expensive alcohol, your face fit itself into Dean’s neck, whining into his skin with each stitch. He held you as close as he could, wanting to take your pain away but knowing he wasn’t able to.

He hummed softly, his own eyes squeezed shut, not able to stand seeing you being slowly pulled back together. He blamed himself, he was the one that lost sight of you for a second, allowing for the shifter to grab you and inflict pretty severe damage. Dean would never forget that feeling of the monster that took your face telling him all of your deepest and darkest secrets as it taunted them, saying you were already dead, bleeding out in the snow.

His calloused fingers fit against the curve of your neck. He could feel the thready beat of your heart, but it was enough for now. You were alive and safe in his arms.

Sam felt like he couldn’t breathe, he literally held your life in his hands. Logically, he knew his hand was more steady than his brother’s, his stitches straighter but he wanted to throw the needle and thread towards Dean and comfort you instead.

His heart had stopped when the shifter emerged from the shadows. Everything about the visage was perfect but he knew it wasn’t you. It could never have the same softness of your eyes, your playfulness even in the most dire of circumstances. Dean froze but he didn’t. He let the rage consume him, already mourning your life.

But then, they found you; half-conscious and pale from the blood loss, yet you were alive. The squeeze of pain and anger around his heart had lessened as he held you close in the back of the Impala, keeping your head up and against his collarbone as your soft body fit between his muscular legs.

Your breaths were getting deeper as you went limp in Dean’s arms. They let you fall asleep, knowing you were mostly out of danger. Sam tied off the last stitch and wrapped it in bandages, pulling the torn edges of the plaid back over your exposed skin before he breathed a sigh of relief.

“That was too close.” He remained kneeled between your legs, hands unconsciously squeezing your knees as he usually did when he was anxious. Dean couldn’t meet his gaze and he knew he was blaming himself for what happened.

“I thought she-“ Dead. He couldn’t say it because saying it would make it real. Sam slumped forward, his head falling onto your plump thighs.

“We need a vacation.”

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Your head throbbed painfully like your skull was too small to fit your brain. You groaned, your arms flailing as you attempted to gain some type of awareness of your surroundings. Soft blankets engulfed you, keeping you in a cocoon of warmth.

You licked your cracked lips as you attempted to remember what happened before you fell asleep. There was a hunt, as per usual, you got separated from Dean because of a stupid hidden revolving door and then, blackness.

Your eyebrows scrunched in concentration as you tried to remember anything else. But the gentle vibration underneath you and the soft rock from the radio was quickly lulling you back to sleep. “Hey beautiful, glad to see you’re finally awake.” With a great deal of effort, you forced your eyes open.

Sam was leaning over the back of the front seat, looking visibly shaken. You noticed how his hands had been cleaned raw, the skin inflamed and red. “Who died?” You tried to break the tension with a joke but the way that Dean’s shoulders tensed and Sam’s gaze dropped to the floor told you everything you needed to know. Swallowing, you spoke again. “How close was it?”

“Too close.” Dean didn’t even bother to look at you. Sam glanced at his brother before turning back to you.

“Don’t run off like that again.” He almost cooed, reaching down to cup your jaw. You nodded into his hand, your head suddenly getting heavy. “Stay awake just a bit longer for me, we need to get some food in you before we can give you any more meds.”

“I need more motivation than food to stay awake.”

“How about Christmas lights?” Dean finally looked back at you, a sad smile on his lips before he gestured for you to look out the window. With Sam’s help, you sat up against the leather seats, a blanket quickly wrapped around your torso before you were able to get cold, and looked outside.

Houses surrounded you, each one bigger than the last, with perfect lawns and pristine gardens, even beneath all the snow. Lights were everywhere, intricately braided together to create colourful patterns that lit up the whole street. Dean drove slowly down the way, letting you take in every bulb and every lawn ornament.

“Wow.” Your breath fogged up the window, briefly obscuring your view but your focus remained on the incredible decorations. “You were right Dean, this was good motivation.” You didn’t see it but the brothers glanced at each other, making a silent vow.

Never again.

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Countdown to Christmas

#13

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Stiles sat back and charmed the snowballs he had piled to fling themselves at people. The first one clocked Jackson in the back of the head, the second got Scott in the ass, the third one was aimed at Cora. She cried out in cold surprise.

“My left boob!”

Isaac instantly spun on the balls of his feet and threw the snowball at Stiles who just stood there with a mischievous grin. He didn’t bother moving out of the way. The snowball deflected and fell at Stiles’ feet.

“No fair!” Isaac huffed. “Stiles used magic to create a shield.”

“That’s pretty good,” Derek said with a smile.

Cora stumbled, still grasping at her chest and the wet mark the snow made on her shirt, and tossed her snowball. Her low angle ended up being a good shot. Derek got it in the nuts.

“Did I get you in your snowballs?” Cora said.

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Thanks for the tag @loki-is-my-kink-awakening the pressure is on 🤪

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

These are all Steddie because I’m a menace to society and I’ve never written for another fandom

Modern College Coffee Shop AU

(set at Christmas cause apparently I’m cramming as many tropes as possible into this one)

“It’s fine Rob, I’m sure he doesn’t even remember the conversation we had”

“Well I sure do, you only told me about it like a hundred times… “Oh Robin, did you hear him? Did you hear him call me ‘Big Boy’, oh my god Robin do you think he was hitting on me?” Honestly dingus you were voted biggest flirt in high school you think you’d be able to take it as much as you dish it out”

“Shut up, I’m not that bad!”

“Yes you are—I swear—you realize that you can like boys too and it’s like I’m back in seventh grade listening to a little school girl talk about her crush.”

1999 Holiday Meet Cute AU

(Based on a tweet about a stranger helping with a Christmas Tree)

“Woah there! Need a hand?”

Eddie pushes a branch out of his face and turns to find an impossibly handsome and shirtless guy holding up his arm as if to grab the tree and assist Eddie’s pathetic attempt at moving it.

“Shit sorry man, did I get you?” Eddie asks breathlessly, trying in vain not to look at the thatch of alarmingly sexy hair on the guy’s chest.

Chest hair laughs, pushing his hair out of his face, “no, you’re good, I’ve got quick reflexes. So where are we taking this thing?”

This guy clearly isn’t from a big city if he’s so willing to stop whatever the fuck he’s doing wandering around shirtless in December to help a damsel in distress.

And they say chivalry is dead.

Strawberries & Cigarettes - Ch 12

(Long overdue chapter to my WIP, the first fic I started writing that I kinda lost steam on but I’m determined to finish)

Wayne wanders into the kitchen, grumbling about needing coffee, until he sees Claudia and runs his hands over his hair to flatten it.

“Oh, uh, hello, I didn’t realize we had company. I’m Eddie’s Uncle Wayne,” he says, holding his hand out for Claudia to shake.

“This is Claudia, Dustin’s mom, you remember Dustin,” Steve says, ruffling Dustin’s hair and grinning when his young friend squawks in protest.

“Hello there, would you like some lemon loaf to go with your coffee? I baked it fresh this morning,” Claudia says with a bright smile directed at Wayne.

Wayne honest to god blushes and Steve shares a look with Eddie as if to say “well isn’t that the cutest fucking thing ever?” that leads them to corralling Dustin into the living room to give the grown ups some space to chat.

Who doesn’t love a little side Claudia x Wayne? 😉

Steve tries something new…

(Based on the first time I did MDMA, still trying to figure out where I’m going to fit this funny little moment in or if I’m going to make it it’s own thing entirely)

Eddie gets up, helping Steve to his feet and leading him to the kitchen, he props Steve against the counter and grabs a glass, filling it with water from the tap as Steve pets his own t-shirt and mumbles about how soft it is.

“Here sweetheart, drink this” Eddie says, handing Steve the glass of water.

Steve takes a sip and tsks “ahhh why’d they make water so good? Sweetheart, why is water so good? Love when you call me sweetheart, cause you’re the sweetest sweetheart.”

Eddie holds back a laugh, “yeah okay Stevie, drink up”

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wheeler-beretta-harwood · 2 years

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A couple days ago I snuck out to see The Bobs Burgers Movie by myself. It was the first time I ever want to a movie by myself…I loved it!

So you are officially the angst queen, but I still love your light and fluffy gooeyness sooo…. It’s movie night with you and your AEW beau. Are you guys going to the movies or staying home? Who is picking the movie? What snacks are you snacking on? And most importantly do you watch the movie or make out ?

I wish I could see the Bob's Burgers Movie, too. But no cinema here shows it 😒

Anyway, I've started this with Cash (what a shocker), and then deleted all of it and started anew with my other favorite North Carolina boy Dax. I will try to make Dax a regular from now on. It's a bit short, but maybe you still like it.

"What do you mean you have never seen it? It's a classic!"

Dax just shrugs at me. "Doesn't seem like I'd enjoy it. Isn't it for kids?"

My jaw drops. "How dare you, sweetie?! It. Is. A. Classic! For all ages." I cross my arms and shake my head in disbelief. "We're not gonna argue about it, we're gonna watch it tonight. And you will love it."

He snickers, but finally agrees to watch 'a kid's movie' with me.

It is Saturday, and Dax finally has a weekend off. No Pay-Per-View, no indie shows, no interviews, no podcasts. Nothing.

Just us. It is pure bliss. We have had a wonderful breakfast date at his favorite coffee shop, went for a stroll with the dogs, and cuddled all afternoon. And now, I am forcing him to watch "The Nightmare Before Christmas" with me.

While he takes care of the beverages, which means water for me, and a beer and LOTS of tequila for him, in case he hates the movie, I make some salted popcorn for myself and get the roasted cashews ready for him. I know he secretly craves some chocolate, but he's too afraid to gain weight. I will never fully understand his problem with his body as I love the way he looks - all mean, but in reality a big, cuddly teddy bear - but I support him as much as I can and therefore banned all sweets for me too. It's actually only good for me, because I have lost some pounds since we moved in together.

As soon as he lays down on the couch, he pours himself a shot which causes me to scoff. "Don't you dare and get drunk before the movie even starts. At least have the decency to wait until I annoy you with singing along to all the songs."

His face distorts in shock. "There's songs?! Oh Lord, have mercy."

I sit down next to him and hand him his nuts before I snuggle into his side and press play. The opening song hits and I softly sing along to it to which Dax chuckles and presses a kiss on top of my head.

For about 20 minutes, he actually pays attention to the movie, and at some point, I think he actually enjoys it, but just then, I notice his hand rubbing my back while travelling down to grab my ass. I gasp and look up at him: the fire in his eyes tells me we won't see the end of the movie. With his free hand, he lifts my chin up so he can kiss me. I love how soft his lips are against mine...and the way his mustache tickles is making me smile against his lips.

"Dax..." I start because I want to tell him to stop, but when he swats my ass, I know we won't see ANY more of the movie. The kiss becomes more heated and I crawl up to straddle his lap. His hand moves from my butt up to run along my side. His touch is so delicate it sends shivers down my spine. I moan into the kiss and start tugging at his shirt. When I get it off of him, he smirks up at me. "What about the movie, dove?"

I let out a gust of air. "Don't act like I initiated this. Besides, I know you don't like the movie. So...let's do something we both enjoy?", I suggest while running my hands over his bare chest and trailing kisses down his neck and up again until my lips are next to his ear. "You are so hot, baby. You have no idea what you do to me", I whisper.

A lopsided smile finds its way on his face and he turns off the TV before both his hands cup my ass and he stands up, holding me tight to his body. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carries me upstairs to our bedroom, all while our lips are glued to each other.

"Dax."

"Yes, dove?"

"I'm kinda glad you don't like the movie."

He laughs at my comment. "It wasn't half bad. But I enjoy this a lot more." With those words, he drops me on our bed.

I enjoy this a lot more, too...

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Epic Rap Battles Of History (2021)

Prologue:

All right, I guess I'll be the one to draw First Blood.

Or maybe you could draw an audience to see any of your new movies.

Come out to the coast; we'll have a few laughs. Sounds sweet!

But no, I'm stuck here with these two jerkweeds,

About to kick their ass with bare feet! Argyle, drop the beat! John McClane:

I'll set it off like the top of Nakatomi!

Need a fire hose to swing on you; you're both so below me!

I haven't stopped killing it since Karl's brother, Tony,

And I got your detonators right here, blow me! (Oops!)

Ship your booby traps home, Rambo,

'Cause you'll never take the W without the P and O!

Does your lip hang low? Does it wobble to and fro?

Can you string that shit up on your compound bow?

And lighten up, Wick, with your brooding saga.

How about a little hakuna matata, Baba Yaga?

You got the trousers tapered and the watch, Bucherer,

But your acting falls flatter than the Hans Gruber!

Leave the underground coin game to Mario Brothers.

And John, Bubbe, what the fuck's with the chest butter?

That bandolier looks heavy as shit!

I'm like this prick's ring finger: only need one clip!

C'mon! I been sharp as shattered glass since the late '80s,

And like your late pup, I'll leave you pushing up daisies!

Less is more, boys; that's my advice!

You, less survival knife; you, more survival wife! John Wick:

…Ooh.

I'm gonna need a dinner reservation for two.

John Wick, I'm efficient and lean.

A proficient, professional killing machine!

Underworld overachiever looking dapper as I'm bucking.

Only one of us to go three chapters without sucking.

Between your elevator and the mine where you were trapped,

You're such weiners, I should call you both John Shaft.

I craft rhymes with pencils, then jam 'em in necks,

So I'm not vexed by vets flexing 'roid-injected pecs!

Being excommunicado wasn't more than I could handle,

So I think I can withstand an excremental ex-commando!

And this sad, broken dad-joking popo is no foe

For the hurt-you-oh-so-bad virtuoso!

Ho ho ho to quivers and bows. I'm delivering blows,

And when they land, it won't help to make fists with your toes!

Bitcoin? No. Hitcoin? Certainly.

I'll put you two in tombs, call it cryptocurrency.

Obey your superior like good cops and soldiers.

Raven, Roy, you're done. Over. John Rambo:

Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off!

Unless... it's one of your movies. In which case… I just turn it off! Huh!

When I rip off my shirt and start swinging my stick swords,

I'm hotter than the suicide girls on your switchboards!

My headband's red, but I've got no love for commies!

And no juice was used to produce these armies!

Your High Table rules don't apply to this conflict!

I'll finish you right in the lobby! Mission accomplished!

McClane! South is where your marriage went!

The last tight thing you slid in was an air vent!

They used to say you were a handsome crusader.

Too bad your hairline couldn't be saved by Steve Urkel's neighbor. Oh!

I slip into the jungle, disappear like a ghost,

Then ding! I pop up hot behind ya like toast!

I seek peace, but I'm packing Parabellum.

I was trained to be the very best soldier boy! Tell 'em!

I'll blast an RPG through NYPD's guts!

Simon Says you can PTSDeez nuts! John McClane:

Jesus Christ, asshole! Whattaya doing?

This is not some Saturday morning cartoon for you to ruin! John Rambo:

The only thing getting ruined is McClane family Christmas!

All your kids still have "decent dad" on their wishlist! John McClane:

Whoa! Rambo's droppin' bombs in his flows!

Did your pals in the Taliban help you write those? John Wick:

Those were mujahideen; there's a difference.

The Taliban formed in the '90s, when you fell off with a vengeance. John McClane:

Hey! Who the fuck asked you, dog pound?

Why don't you go lock your mouth in a hole in the ground? John Rambo:

Hole! Lock!! Arghhhhgh!!! John Wick:

You're both a funeral suit away from presentable.

I'm thinking I'm back, and I'm thinking you're expendable! John McClane:

You wanna Die Hard? Well, today's a good day!

Let's go, motherfuckers! Yippee-ki-yay!

Scrapped lyrics John Rambo:

You think stepping on glass hurts, McClane?

Do a few tours in 'nam, then you can't complain!

Go home, little piggy, or get butchered by my knife!

I've already dealt with enough asshole cops in my life!

None of you could fit my shoes that is the power of Rambo!

Even Arnold failed to rip my shtick when he went Commando!

I'm Rocky and roll, best soldier you've ever seen!

My rhymes destroy you faster than an M16!

Source: Epic Rap Battles of History Wiki

(images via YouTube)

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High school Dilemma Chapter 3: Thanksgiving

“He's gone nuts,” Aaron’s grandmother exclaimed as he sped past her for the thousandth time in the last hour.

He had arranged and rearranged the plates and silverware at least ten times now.

Each plate getting turned around or switched with another plate like it was going to affect the food that was placed on it.

The silverware got the same treatment. He made sure each placement had a spoon and fork for any kind of food.

He had placed a couple of very nice candles as a centerpiece to highlight the turkey but then removed them worried Eddie, and Wayne would think that they were showing off.

But then he thought the table looked too bland so he placed the candles back and this went on for about twenty minutes until his grandfather stepped in.

“Boy I swear if you move one more damn thing on this table I'm going to bring out the fold-out table and you, Eddie, and Dustin will be sitting at a damn kiddie table with paper plates, cups, and utensils,” His grandfather said, hands on hips and since Aaron knew better than to mess with his grandfather he finally left the kitchen table alone.

Knowing the dining area was off-limits Aaron started nitpicking about the living room but his grandfather shut that down quickly.

“Boy, these people are coming to have a nice home-cooked meal not put us on some home and garden show. Now sit that busy little ass of yours down and breathe.

Nothing will disrupt your holiday with the boyfriend more than you being hospitalized for hyperventilating.

Eddie loves you for you Aaron. He isn't going to go crazy over what the house has or doesn't have as long as you're in it and you're safe and happy” his grandpa said, placing a hand on Aaron’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Gramps but can I ask why Dustin and his mom are coming as well?” Aaron asked with more bite than he meant to.

“Because kiddo, holidays are about bringing people together and Dustin and his mom deserve a holiday full of love and laughter as well.

They always come over for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years and now Dustin can have a big brother to celebrate with.

He is a very sensitive boy like you so the two of you can take care of each other” his grandpa said before heading back into the kitchen to help his grandmother with the turkey.

Aaron couldn't believe he was finally somewhere people understood and didn't judge him for him.

He was fine until the doorbell rang and his grandmother called from the kitchen, “can you get that Aaron”?

Feeling the sweat start to form Aaron slowly opened the door and took a big breath of relief when it was just Dustin and his mom.

“Come in” Aaron said trying to hide the nervousness creeping through his body like a parasite.

Ms. Henderson smiled and headed inside while Dustin gave Aaron a knowingly evil grin and as he slid past him he saw why Dustin was grinning, Eddie and Wayne were right behind them coming up the walkway.

Eddie had on a handsome black suit with a white shirt and matching tie. His hair was half combed and half its wild sexy self.

Aaron felt the air that was meant for breathing get stuck in his chest but thankfully by the time they got to the door he was able to choke out “Come in please”.

Eddie gave him his famous grin and said as he passed his hand gently gliding down Aaron’s face “I'm so glad Daryl went to Patricks for Thanksgiving because it gives us more space to get to know one another”.

Aaron’s face flushed red making Eddie smile and lick his lips hungrily.

Before Aaron could do or say anything his grandma called them in for dinner saving him from the situation at hand.

Diner was peaceful until dessert when Wayne put his hand on top of Claudia’s.

Eddie was the first to notice and said loudly “Dad are you and Dustin's mom dating”?

Wayne's eyes teared up “That's the first time you've called me dad outside the house and yes I've been seeing Claudia for about a year now.

We wanted to make sure you boys would be ok before we took the next step so I'm asking for you and Dustin's permission to ask Claudia for her hand in marriage” Wayne said trying to not cry more.

Eddie and Dustin looked at each other in silence. They didn't say anything to one another but suddenly at the same exact time blurted out “yes”.

Wayne looked over at Claudia and asked “will you marry me? I would get on one knee but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get up” taking out a small ring box and opening it.

Claudia smiled and said “yes I would love to be Mrs. Claudia Munson” and they kissed getting a theatrical “eew” from Eddie and Dustin.

Wayne turned his attention back to Eddie and said “We will be moving in with Claudia and Dustin during tomorrow but I'm keeping the trailer so when you graduate you have a place of your own”.

“Thanks, Dad,” Eddie said and in a swift motion was facing Aaron and said with a grin “Look babe we have our own place” and kissed Aaron deeply right there at the table.

Once Eddie removed himself so they could breathe he laughed and said “The redder your cheeks get the hotter I get”.

“Eddie, leave Aaron alone and eat” Wayne said trying not to laugh.

Eddie burst into a laughing fit along with Dustin and by the end everyone was laughing.

The rest of the night was amazing. Aaron was sad when it ended.

Holding onto Eddie's arm like a scared child Aaron whispered “I don't want you to go”.

Eddie kissed him on the forehead and said “I will see you tomorrow my red star and then we won't ever be far apart again”.

They kissed each other good night and Eddie got into the truck with Wayne.

Aaron watched until he could no longer see the truck and headed back inside.

The Next Day

Aaron kept his promise and went and saw Jason and Billy early the next morning.

Their sisters Max and Pearl were already outside getting ready to head to the arcade when he arrived.

They waved goodbye as he headed towards the door.

Before he knocked Jason opened the door and smiled.

“Billy was watching the girls from the window so we saw you coming,” Jason said as he moved out of the doorway to allow Aaron in.

“I've kept my word and I've come to accept the black coin,” Aaron said with true resolve.

Jason smiled and handed him the coin. “Welcome to the team Aaron. You want to hang around and train” Jason asked.

Aaron shook his head. “I am helping Eddie move into Dustin's house. His dad is marrying his mom” Aaron said excitedly.

Jason and Billy laughed. “I bet you're excited,” they said in unison, making Aaron blush.

He thanked them for allowing him this opportunity and left quickly before he could embarrass himself any more than he already had.

The world was looking up for Aaron but soon he would learn not everyone was doing as well.

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