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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Bro_(Homestuck), Bro_|_Dirk_Strider, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Stridercest_-_Freeform, Smoking, Slight_underage, porn_with_a_plot,
      Incest, Anal_Sex, Riding, Gay_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Rough_Sex, Jealousy, they
      kind_of_just_fuck_like_rabbits, but_I'm_writing_some_plot_and_some_kinks,
      a_chapter_thats_fluffy_and_without_sex, how_fuckin_weird
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-25 Completed: 2014-01-07 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 13693
****** Cigarettes ******
by olibloop
Summary
     Bro catches Dave smoking. And damn, if he wasn't attracted to the kid
     before, he was now.
     (rated m for sex in later chapters. This will probably have porn and
     a plot. porn with a plot. idk)
Notes
     I like the idea of Dave playing guitar but Bro not knowing because he
     was embarrassed. (He listens to girly music, although he says its
     ironic we all know its not.)
***** Dave ==> Smoke a Cig. *****
Your name is Dave Strider and you were home alone.
Again.
Bro was out on a job and you could finally indulge in all your bad habits. It’s
been 4 days and you’ve jerked off, smoked a pack of cigarettes, and you’re now
about to play guitar. Rose had send you a few links awhile ago to some sad
music and you listened to it because even though you wont admit it, if those
songs meant something to your close friend, like hell you were going to ignore
them.
You liked these songs.
And that’s a problem. Because they were girly and sad and by some silly boy
band but it struck something in your heart and you liked them unironically.
Like you said, that’s a problem. Because it wasn’t something a Strider should
like. You sigh, and crush your cigarette, tossing it out your open window.
Then, you carefully tune your guitar and play some of those cheesy songs from
some stupid boyband. (Mariana’s Trench. Stupid Rose.) As you’re finishing your
first song and start to strum out the intro to the next one, you’re almost
certain you see something out of the corner of your eyes. Shit. You quickly
grab another smoke and convince your self it’s nothing, fishing the bright red
lighter out of your loose pajama pants. You light the cigarette swiftly before
deciding to walk over and peek your head out of your slightly open door. You
inhale deeply, holding it until you get near the door, then slowly exhaling the
smoke away from the door. You open the door wider and look around, seeing
nothing and shrugging, then casually taking another drag from your cigarette.
As you turn around you feel a woosh of air and oh shit, your Bro is in front of
you and he doesn’t look pissed but you were freaking out because you had a
cigarette between your lips and a guitar on your floor. You’d been careful to
make sure Bro didn’t know about your guitar playing because you were still
working on it, and you’d tell him about it when you’d mastered your guitar. You
were pretty good but you still fumbled about a bit.
Bro steps forward and you tense, stepping back, his eyebrow raised. You decide
you're screwed so you raise your smoke to your lips, slowly wrapping your lips
around the small paper wrapped tobacco, and take a long drag. His eyebrow
raises further and you flick your cigarette over an ashtray on your dresser
nearby, then slowly lifting your head a bit and blowing the smoke out of your
lungs, eyes slipping closed. While you exhale you think of the fact that your
Bro is there and right you were fucked, your ass was gonna get beaten into next
week, but you were almost looking forward to the strife because you can see his
sweat drip down his tired muscles, his large hands grip the katana and him cut
through the air elegantly and beautifully.
Oh yeah, you must’ve forgotten to mention that you had a thing for your
brother.
But that doesn’t matter right now because like hell were you gonna let a
perfectly fine cig go to waste, Bro there or not, so before you take another
drag, you speak.
"Back so soon? Wasn’t expecting you to be home yet." You move around him so
that you can pick up your guitar and put it away and not on the floor, swiftly
moving back to your place in front of him and leaning against the wall beside
the door, blinking lazily and raising your eyebrow.
He lowers his eyebrows before leaning against your dresser, one hand supporting
his body weight against the wood. This makes his muscles flex slightly in his
arms while it supports his lean but muscular body. He was wearing a black tank
top which definitely didn’t help your ever blossoming attraction to that piece
of shit over there, and you think he wont reply before he says, “Owner of the
club got busted.”
He could work anywhere he wanted but he still chose shitty places to DJ at, and
you snort, flicking your cigarette. “Again? You should choose better clubs,
Bro.” Your smoke was almost done so you take one last inhale of it before
crushing it in the astray nearby. Your Bro doesn’t reply, and you don’t repeat
the question, and he steps toward you. You press yourself against the wall,
trying to get away from him, but he just steps in front of you and leans down
to your height, and his hand is raising, oh fuck he wouldn’t hit you would he?
He only directly hit you during strifes and you squeeze your eyes shut, body
tensing, expecting a blow but you feel his fingers gently trace your lips and
your eyes snap open and he’s already gone.
That fucker.
You let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding and quickly put your
cigarette package, lighter, and ashtray in your drawer where they belong.
He ran his fingers over your lips. You were sure of it. It was soft and gentle.
What's going on?
==> Be Dirk Strider
Your name is Dirk Strider and you’re exhausted from driving. You open the door
to your usually quiet apartment and hear music. An acoustic guitar and a voice.
Soft, gorgeous, and it was your brothers voice.
Your brother.
Who was almost 17 and puberty had definitely made that kid a god. He was almost
as tall as you, but with less muscle, and a thinner figure. But after a strife
when you were fixing him up you could feel the muscle underneath the skin, you
knew he was stronger and not a little kid anymore. Which means he was even more
attractive.
You have many problems and that kid was at the top of your list.
Deep breath.
When he finishes the song, you quietly move in front of his door and you catch
him putting the guitar down and standing up, smoking a cigarette.
Oh fuck.
Your name is Dirk Strider and if you thought strifing with your little brother
was torture, watching sweat drip down his determined face, shirt torn apart,
bloody and somehow gorgeous, his long fingers grasping the sword you gave him
and the swing of his muscles as he attacked, you were wrong.
He elegantly inhaled, walking towards the door and peeking out, so you took the
opportunity to flash step into his room. His mouth falls open a bit but then he
quickly recomposes himself. You feel him staring at you and you take a step
closer to him, making him tense up and step back, nearly hitting the door. He
doesn’t stop looking at you as he slowly flicks the ash off the lit end of his
smoke, then slowly brings hit to his mouth and wrapping his lips around it,
inhaling deeply.
You’re certain that is the absolute hottest thing he has ever done.
He holds it for a second and then leans his head up and to the right, away from
you and you see his red eyes behind his glasses slip shut as he exhales. You
had to get out of there before you got a boner and you’re not really paying
attention to him until he says, “Back so soon? Wasn’t expecting you to be home
yet.” Obviously not, you think, as he continues his smoke. “Owner of the club
got busted.” You say quietly after a minute or so of watching his lips and damn
you were glad your shades hid your eyes.
He snorts. You don’t hear what he says because you’re too caught up in watching
him smoke, he looks so gorgeous god dammit you were a sicko. Before you can
stop yourself you walk over to where he’s standing and you’re running your
fingers lightly across his lips. You flash step the fuck out of there because
what the fuck did you just do, that was your brother god dammit.
***** Dave ==> be confused. *****
Chapter Notes
     theres a surprise at the end for you guys 0u0
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Your name is Dave Strider, and your brother touched your lips yesterday night.
By surprise. You replay it over and over in your head, his rough fingers gently
tracing your mouth like it was something to behold, like it was the lips of a
god. You were currently sitting at the edge of the roof, sword beside you and
booze on the side not currently occupied by your katana. No, you weren’t going
to kill yourself. But your apartment was hot because the AC was broken AGAIN,
and there’s a sick ass breeze from up here. You’re smoking, again, and since
Bro knows you don’t really care anymore. Although you refused to play guitar
for him, which lead to him shoving a sword in the AC unit like the man baby he
was.
God dammit.
You wished he would have just strifed with you instead, so you wouldn’t be
sweating on top of your roof, smoking one of your last precious cigarettes. You
wonder what would happen if you just leaned forward a bit, and send yourself
flying over the edge. Then you snort, bursting in a fit of giggles while you
stumble drunkenly farther away from the edge of the building at the thought.
You start full on laughing, tears forming in your eyes from all this laughter
and you kneel on the ground and wheeze loudly between laughs. You hear the door
slam closed and your Bro is in front of you, eyebrows raised, as in ‘what the
fuck are you doing and where’d you get that booze’ and you look at him quietly
before snorting loudly for a second time, laughing again. You stand up, and
sway slightly, and Bro offers his hand to help you, making you laugh even more.
You laugh so hard you nearly fall over, and Bro grimaces before grabbing your
arm tightly and leading you towards the door.
"Heyyyy," You whine, "My drank ish still up fair!" You hiccup and his lips
quirk down, before he continues pulling you along. You struggle drunkenly,
gasping in pain when his grip tightens on your arm. You growl at him and
struggle more, and he sighs loudly, stopping you right in front of the door
leading to the roof.
"How did you even get a hold of alcohol?" He sighs.
You smirk. “Wouldntyalick to know!” Your sentence slurs slightly and you furrow
your brows before shrugging. He grabs your arm again and drags you downstairs,
throwing you into your room and closing the door. You giggle again.
You remember the feeling of his hand on your arm, his fingers on your lips a
few days ago, and you’re trying not to shove a hand down your pants because you
were horny but getting tired, your buzz slightly fading.
==>Dave: have a wicked nasty hangover
You wake up in your bed, and the first thing in your mind is that you’re going
to be sick.
You run to the bathroom which is luckily unoccupied, and proceed to vomit old
pizza, stomach bile and enough tequila to drown your liver. Once you’re done
and you’ve brushed your teeth about ten times you uneasily walk out of the
washroom, leaning on your arm on the doorway for support. Bro is there, holding
a glass of water and pain killers, and when he looks at you he snickers.
"Feelin’ better, sunshine?" He asks sarcastically.
You growl. “Fuck you, asshole.”
He seems completely unfazed so you greedily grab the drink and swallow the
pills, head pounding. He looks almost amused as you gulp the water down,
droplets of it sliding down your chin and on your neck. He shakes his head and
grabs a facecloth from behind you, leaning close enough so he can reach over
your lanky form that you can smell him. It was the smell of sugar and spice and
everything sweet. Also known as chocolate and vanilla ironic female body wash
he uses with a slight hint of cologne. You blush at the closeness as he uses
the facecloth to slowly wipe you dry, as if you’re some little kid and you
close your eyes, humming softly. Him cleaning you up felt nice and comforting
and you unconsciously lean into his touch, causing him to chuckle quietly. He
applies more pressure than needed when drying your adam’s apple and your breath
hitches. You quickly grab his arm and shove it away, mumbling “I’m fine now
thanks,” before running back into your room and slamming the door shut behind
you.
He had been touching you an awful lot lately. You wished his fingers would
touch you more. You wished he’d touch you less. He was your older brother,
dammit, you weren’t supposed to think of him like that. But you did.
God.
You so did.
You wanted him. him touching you, you wanted his lips against yours, you
wanted…
Oops. Looks like you’ve got a boner. It was too dangerous to take care of it in
the house with Bro around, and god dammit you had a headache. Why are you still
horny even when you’re terribly hungover?
You angrily curse your teenage hormones before getting a smoke. You had started
smoking an awful lot more now that Bro knew and didn’t really care. You dig out
your lighter, a cig, and you sit on your window ledge, legs swinging slightly.
You checked your pack and that was your last one and you groan frustratingly.
You had to go buy more, great. You put the cigarette away and leave your stuff
out on your dresser lazily, choosing instead to pop a piece of gum into your
mouth.
==> Let’s check in on Dirk.
Your head hits the pillow softly, and you groan. You try to groan quieter but
you can’t help it. So you arch your back into your hand, continuing your pace.
In other words, yeah. You were getting yourself off.
You’re in your bedroom and the door was unlocked. Part of you was scared to get
caught. Another part of you is dying for Dave to walk in. Replace his hand with
your own, smaller and less calloused. You imagine him teasing you, going slowly
at first, before taking you into his mouth. He had these soft lips, and you’re
almost certain him sucking you off would be getting a blow job from some sort
of angel. In your fucked up fantasy, his red eyes stare up at you, half open
and filled with lust as his tongue works his way up your shaft. He’d try to
deep throat you but he’d choke a bit, but damn if that wasn’t hot because you
imagine he’d be so eager to please you that it wouldn’t even matter all that
much. You tried at first to wish away these thoughts but god dammit, it wasn’t
working and you were sexually fucking frustrated.
As you feel yourself about to finish you hear a loud bang on your door.
Oh shit.
You throw on an old towel around your waist so it looks like you were about to
go shower and he slams his fist on your door even louder, so you shout back,
“Hold the hell on, bro. Be careful with the door too, if it breaks you’re gonna
be modelling for my smuppet site for the next month,” You say it jokingly but
you can’t stop the images of him in your head with smuppets and you wanted to
kill the kid for being so god damned attractive. You walk over and open the
door, making sure not to reveal your lower half, barely covering your dick. He
looks at you and sighs loudly, as if he’s annoyed he actually has to do this
and your eye twitches in agitation.
"I need money for cigarettes," He tells you. You look at him.
"No." You tell him, turning away to close the door and finish yourself off
because no way in hell is the asshole who caused this boner gonna give you blue
balls. And, no way in hell were you gonna get him anymore of those fucking
cigarettes, if you had to watch him wrap his pretty little lips around another
smoke and if you had to watch his chest that you want to mark and bite and
explore, and if you had to see that kid smoke another time you were going to
take a shitty sword from the fridge and impale yourself on it.
He snarls. “What the hell?! Why not?!” Wow his shouting is going right to your
dick and you’re pretty sure if you didn’t have pride you’d start humping the
door.
"I said no, Dave. Smoking is bad, it’ll slow you down and it’ll fuck up your
lungs." You reply blankly, "Now go get a lollipop or something, kid."
He takes a step toward you and slams the door all the way open, lunging at you.
“Don’t you talk to me like that! I’m not some stupid kid anymore!” Oh shit oh
shit your towel is slightly tented with your slowly fading boner and you step
away easily but he surprises you by appearing from behind and tackling you to
the floor, face down. He was miserable when he was hungover, note to self.
Your hat is knocked off and your glasses are askew and you’re eating a face
full of hardwood flooring, so you move to get away but he’s flipping you on
your back and he’s straddling your hips, moving to put his hands near your
throat. He stops halfway and yeah, great, he felt your hard on, you can tell by
the look on his face. You take the moment he stops to throw him off you,
quickly pushing him out of your room and slamming the door, locking it this
time.
You slump against the wall and put your head in your hands. Fuck. In that
second he was straddling you, your dick got some great friction and fuck fuck
fuck he was your brother what are you thinking, you deserve blue balls don’t
you fucking dare continue that fantasy you sick bastard.
The fantasy doesn’t stop, needless to say.
Dave start practically slamming his fists hard enough to bleed against the door
and you take a deep breath, recomposing yourself and reopening your bedroom
door as he’s about to slam it again. He looks like he was in the middle of a
harder than normal knock and he falls right into your chest, knocking the
breath out of you and causing you to stumble backwards slightly. You pull him
off you and turn away from him sitting on your bed, but he chooses to stand
there and stare at you. Your towel was dangerously low on your hips and your
bare chest was flushed slightly, but you kept your composure.
"Bro," He says, quietly. You don’t turn to face him.
"Bro." He repeats, firmer this time. You still don’t move. You’re ashamed and
humiliated and you don’t hear him say your name again you just hear him snarl
and suddenly soft lips are crashing against your own and these are his lips,
his soft, full lips that you’ve wanted and before you can even think you’re
pushing your lips back against his because you knew it was wrong, but it felt
so right, none of your other kisses felt like this one and this was incest and
screwed up but you didn’t care because you’re soaring.
You grab his shoulders and pull him closer, dominating the kiss, running your
tongue over his lip to get him to open his mouth. To your surprise, he opens
it, and when you use your tongue to map out his small mouth, he moans, and your
self control was wearing thin, and you suckle softly on his tongue next making
Dave practically mewl.
This kid was going to be your downfall.
You don’t really care.
==>Sounds intense. How’s Dave doing with this?
==>Rewind to before Dave starts making out with his brother.
"Bro." You say, quietly. You definitely felt his hard on pressing on your ass,
and he did not look like he was going to shower. Also, the image got into your
head and you were trying so hard not to get your own boner. (Trying hard, not
to get hard. ha. Hilarious.)
He doesn’t turn to face you.
Which is aggravating.
"Bro," You repeat, louder and firmer in tone. He’s practically slumping in on
himself. Pathetic, Bro, you’re being dramatic and fucking pathetic. You want to
snarl and your upper lip curls in disgust, he was acting like he shoved his
dick in your ass not let his dick grind against you by accident.
You walk over to him, standing closer.
"Bro!" You practically shout. He still doesn’t move. What do you have to do to
get the attention of this asshole?
An idea comes to mind.
A stupid, dumb, failing, pathetic and absolutely beautiful idea.
You walk and stop right in front of him, and you lean down. Then, you press
your lips to his, softly for a second and then rougher. He doesn’t move for a
second and you think about pulling away but then he’s returning the pressure,
kissing you back, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you closer and deepening
the kiss and you open your mouth, moaning quietly when his tongue explores your
mouth. When he draws your tongue into his mouth and suckles softly you
positively mewl, leaning closer and resting your hands on his thighs, leaning
in as close as you can.
He growls at the hands on his legs and his hands remove themselves from your
shoulders slowly, tracing down your sides, lightly pushing in on your hips,
tracing your upper thighs before grabbing at your knees and bringing them
around his waist so you’re sitting in his lap. You have to break away because
you’re panting and can’t breathe, slightly light headed.
Before you can bring him back for another kiss his hands are in your hair,
pulling your head to the left roughly and then he attaches his lips to your
neck, sucking harshly. Your breath hitches and you try not to make anymore
noises. This obviously upsets him, so he moves to another spot on your neck and
bites harshly, causing you to make a noise caught between a moan and a gasp.
You feel his cocky smirk on your neck and you growl, then grind your ass on his
erection.
He’s caught off guard and makes a breathy moan and yes, wow, guess who’s got a
fucking boner, yes you need to hear more of those noises so you grind more, and
he snarls this time, holy hell that is one beautiful snarl.
His hands grip your hips roughly and stop you from moving, causing you to whine
in protest.
Chapter End Notes
     haha oh i love leaving people hanging
***** Dave ==> do the thing *****
Chapter Summary
     ahahaahaha this is pure smut
     im sorry this took so long i hope its ok i havent written smut in
     forever yo
His hands grip your hips roughly and stop you from moving, causing you to whine
in protest.
"This is wrong," Your brother chokes out. It sounds forced and you’re 100000%
sure that he’s just about ready to throw his towel off, and now you’re very
turned on, and very angry. You lean away from him and get off his lap and slam
your head into his night stand. You were hungover and then he just turned you
on and now he has to play the whole ‘incest is wrong’ card? No way in hell. You
make a frustrated noise out of your mouth, and then you shout, "I swear to
fucking god, Bro, I started this, I want this, I’m turned on and tired of
having to hide and I honestly couldn’t care less that you’re my brother because
its not like you gave birth to me, you just raised me, and I’m not some twink
virgin so if you’re not gonna-" You’re cut off by hearing him snarl and pull
you away from the night stand by your hair. You’re bent at an awkward angle but
he brings his lips close to your ear and says, dark and lowly, "You’re fucking
mine now, you little shit.”
You make a noise that’s something like a groan and he nibbles on your ear and
your breath hitches in your throat. He removes his hand from your hair and
flips you over so that your straddling him as he sits back against the
headboard.
He leans forward and breathes, “C’mon Davey, gimme a show.” In your ear. You
shudder and then he leans back, a slight smirk playing at his lips. You remove
your shades first, putting them by the bed table, then slowly removing your
shirt, throwing it across the room. You get off him for a second to strip out
of your pants and boxers in what you hope is a seductive way, and you go back
to straddle him, erection in full view. You pull at his towel and whine, so
lifts his hips and you rip it off hungrily. You feel him staring at you as you
stare at his dick because wow that was bigger than you expected. Then you feel
him tugging at your hair again and you look up to him, realizing he’s removed
his shades and his eyes are hungry and those are predators eyes if you’ve ever
seen them. You lean in and he smashes his lips against yours with a bruising
force and kisses you roughly, and you return the favour, pushing back just as
hard, savouring his taste and smell before pulling away. You decide to be up
front with him with what you want because that’s what he would do so you lean
back a bit, grinding your ass on his dick again before telling him, “How about
I blow you,” You lean forward a bit and grind against him again, “And then you
fuck me?”
His pupils are blown up when he hears you say that, and he grabs your hips and
grinds himself against you again, moaning quietly before nodding harshly. You
smirk and start kissing and biting his neck, then down his chest, pinching his
nipples with your fingers, causing him to let out a very quiet moan again. You
wish he’d just let go, but that’s not something Bro would do so you settle for
the quiet moans and soak them up, burning them into your brain.
When you finally reach his dick, you teasingly breathe over it, looking up at
him. He was flushed and panting and very, very hot, so you lean down and lick
at the head, before taking it into our mouth and sucking, slightly swirling
your tongue around the tip. Bro makes a choked back moan as if he didn’t mean
to make it, like it just slipped out, and you lean in and take more of him into
your mouth. Due to practice with various fruits and vegetables and many trips
away from Bro, you could suppress your gag reflex at will.
You slowly go down more and more, and you glance up every now and then,
catching his glowing, lust filled eyes. You can tell he’s trying not to thrust
into your mouth so you take him in almost to the end of your mouth, the top of
his cock barely brushing against the the back of your throat and you hum,
catching him off guard. He moans and thrusts into your mouth and you easily
take him, swallowing around him.
He says “Fuck, how the hell do you even- jesus christ- Dave-” And you hum
again, cutting him off and your dick hurt but you were focused on Bro who’s
just grabbed your hair and thrust into your mouth again, despite the awkward
angle that he’s in, half lying down and half sitting. You bob your head and
stare up at him, not breaking eye contact. You bob your head a few more times,
and he pulls you off, breathing heavily. You smirk a bit because now you got to
have him in you which would be even better, hell yes. He grabs some lube from
the bedside and you lean up to kiss him as he teasingly prods your entrance,
causing you to gasp which he swallows hungrily, kissing you. He inserts the
first finger, and you tighten up a bit on reflex because you have stretched
yourself and been stretched so you could take it and he wiggles it around a
bit, before sliding it out and sliding it back in. After a minute of this
you’re moaning loudly and he slips in a second finger which burns a bit so he
gives you a second to get used to it.
He’s scissoring his fingers and you’re moaning louder than you thought you
could, and when his fingers brush against your prostate you practically shout,
gripping his shoulders harshly and arching your back, trying to apply more
pressure to your bundle of nerves.
Bro starts smirking and you want to hit him but you couldn’t even talk if you
tried so you lean forward and bite his shoulder, hard. He makes a noise
somewhere between a pissed off growl and a moan, and in revenge he slips a
third finger in. You lean forward and press your foreheads together, panting
over his lips and staring into his glazed over yet clear eyes, bucking your
hips down onto his hand. The stretch burns a bit but the extra pressure on your
prostate makes up for it.
You move your hand down to touch yourself but he smacks it away, causing you to
whine
"So tell me," Bro says suddenly, "Where did you learn to blow like that?"
Your mouth forms a weak smirk before you reply, “What, you jealous?”
He so is jealous. He thrusts his hands sharply and you moan out, then he
replies. “I’m not jealous. After all, you’re mine now. I just want to know if
my little brother,” He hisses, “Is some pathetic whore.”
Although you wont admit it, you’re kind of a submissive guy. In other words,
him calling you names is probably gonna get you off. You stutter random words
and he knows, he fucking knows that cocky bastard.
"Oh? What’s that now, Davey? You like it when I call you a whore?"
You lean your head against his shoulder and buck down against his hand, moaning
loudly. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice so you whisper lowly
into his ear, “I’m prepped enough, now just fuck me, you douche.”
He chuckles, but grabs the lube and drips on his cock, guiding your hips over
his lubed up dick. He’s kind of lying on his back now and you slowly sink
yourself onto him, and you were prepped but it was still a bit of a stretch and
it burned a bit. Once you’re fully seated, you breathe and Bro says
encouragements to you.
Eventually you relax a bit and it’s not as bad as before, and Bro rocks his
hips slightly, causing you to moan. His hands are resting on your hips and you
use your knees to rise up and slowly sink yourself back down on his dick,
making you moan loudly. Bro lets out a soft groan which just eggs you on, so
you raise yourself slowly and bring yourself down, a bit faster this time, your
blood pumping in your ears. You raise yourself again and as you go down he
bucks his hips roughly to meet you and you practically scream because holy shit
that was deep and it scraped across your prostate.
Bro bucks his hips again and you trail one hand down his stomach, scratching it
lightly, the other hand slowly raising to tweak your nipples.
"Fuck, Dave.." Bro groans out quietly and you arch your back, riding him
faster.
You’re chanting “Bro, Bro, Bro, Bro” like it’s a prayer tumbling from your
lips, and you two have built a solid pace, frantic and fast and his cock
scrapes against your prostate deliciously, causing you to see stars. You bring
both hands to play with your nipples and you whimper out, “Please touch me, oh
God, I’m so close,” And thank whatever angel is watching out for you because
his hand wraps around your erection, pumping it a bit out of time with his
thrusts but you don’t really care because it’s too much stimulation and you can
hardly breathe.
You lean forward and kiss him, coming hot, white streaks painting Bro’s
scratched up chest (you don’t remember scratching him that much, oops) seeing
white as you come down from the orgasmic high.
Bro groans loudly and he releases, pulling out just before, and you feel
something warm on your butt which you assume is Bro and he has the most
gorgeous orgasm face you’ve ever seen.
After that, Bro grabs the towel he was wearing and cleans you up, and you smile
gratefully. Bro also lets you cuddle him after you’re cleaned up for the most
part, and even though your ass is more sore than it has ever been, you don’t
think you’ve felt better. Before you pass out you feel Bro kiss the top of your
head and you smile, breathing in his scent.
***** Dirk==>Denial *****
Chapter Summary
     more sex guys
     gotta love the incest butt sex
Chapter Notes
     this took like a day im so lazy with my writing please forgive me
Dirk ==> Denial.
Your name is Dirk Strider and you’ve solved one problem only to end up with
another.
Life hates you, you’re sure of it.
Your first problem was the 17 year old sex god of a brother you raised. You
guys are now fucking. You’re not sure if it’s a real relationship, but you
don’t talk about your feelings. It’s not something you do.
You want Dave to be yours and yours only, but you’re not gonna make him be in a
committed relationship. He deserves much better. He’s 17, young and free. He
can do what he wants. You, on the other hand, are in your 30’s.
But that’s not the problem you wanted to talk about.
Your new problem just so happens to be short, pimply, and has a huge overbite
and hobo hair, glasses, and is consuming almost every waking moment of your
brothers time.
John fucking Egbert is your problem.
Every day he’s either sleeping at that dorks place or he’s here. Leaving much
to be desired in your sex life. Or current lack of one. John Egbert.
You know practically everything about him. You wish you didn’t. You’re selfish
and stupid but you just want your brother to be yours and yours only. Summer
just started and Dave has barely even looked at you. Your angry thoughts are
interrupted by a door slamming and Dave’s voice mixing in with a nasally one
you recognize as John. You struggle not to contort your face into a look of
disgust as they walk in the kitchen where your sitting there, elbows on the
counter, while you eat an apple. Dave nods at you in acknowledgement (most he’s
noticed you in a week. fucking douche.) and John chirps out, “Hello Mr.
Strider!”
You nod at him and Dave drags them into his room.
 
Your name is Dirk Strider.
You’re not jealous.
—————————————
 
You walk in to the house hearing your brother groaning. You clench the water
bottle so hard in your hand the cap flies off.
You flash step by the two on the couch. Dave was wrestling with John to get the
remote.
You flash step again into the kitchen, throwing the cheap groceries in your
kitchen before going into your bedroom.
When you close the door, Dave is there in front of it. You move around him and
slam it behind you.
Your name is Dirk Strider.
You are not jealous.
————————————-
You were cleaning up your room for awhile and you walked out of your room to
clean up the kitchen and get some swords from your fridge to clean. You pass
the two boys on your couch after they had just slept over at the Egbert house a
day ago. They’re whispering and John is practically on Dave’s lap.
You stare at them for a moment, stomach bile rising in your throat.
You go get the swords to clean and sharpen, and also grab a bottle of scotch
while you’re at it.
You were gonna need it.
You haven’t gotten laid in 2 weeks. You could get a random hookup but that
feels like betrayal to Dave. Damn you and your romantic heart. You hear a loud
thump out in the living room.
You think you’re gonna be sick. You need to go out.
You open your window and crawl out, scaling the wall and jumping in the
stairwell through the window overlooking the stairs. You’re going to the bar.
Your name is Dirk Strider.
You are most definitely jealous.
————————————-
==>Shit Dave, you fucked up.
==>Dirk is about to come home, shitfaced. Who knows what could happen?
 
Your name is Dave Strider.
It occurs to you that you have fucked up.
You just finished walking egdork home, and you went into your Bro’s room. He’s
not home, and the window is wide open. First you checked to make sure he hadn’t
accidentally killed himself scaling the wall, since you knew exactly what he
was doing right now.
When Bro was avoiding you, he’d leave through the window and jump in the
stairwell window so he could leave. He did it for the first time when you were
13, and he cut you deeper than he meant. It happened repeatedly over the years,
and more as you got older.
Last year, you followed him.
He walked into a bar called “The Felt” and hooked up with a random guy in the
bathroom. You felt sick thinking about it. You bet he’s hooking up with a guy
right now.
Shit.
You admit you’ve been spending a lot of time with your friend, John. More like
he wanted to spend time with you and you didn’t refuse. He’s been making
unwanted advances.
You’re pretending not to notice.
You’re sitting in Bro’s bed. You wrap yourself in his blankets because they
smell like him, and you just miss him so much but you’ve been such a douche,
you haven’t even talked to him. Shit. You hear a loud slam of the door and Bro
walks in, stumbling a bit. He was only half drunk. Barely drunk at all. He
looks at you through his shades, and you look back. You feel his gaze.
"Get out of my bed." He says gruffly, walking over to his dresser and opening
his scotch bottle, taking a swig.
You don’t move.
"Bro," You say, "I’m sorry." You are.
He snorts. “Sorry? For what?” He hisses angrily. “Sorry for not even talking to
me for a week? Sorry for leaving me alone all the time? Sorry for ditching me
for some blue eyed kid your age who you probably should date because I’m such
an ass, fuck, sorry for barely looking at me, perhaps? Sorry for what, exactly,
Dave?”
You cringe. You didn’t realize it was that bad, or that he was so upset. He
never talks to you. What he didn’t know is that you didn’t want John. You
wanted him. You’ve only ever wanted him. You don’t even know your relationship
status or if Bro even wanted an actual relationship with you.
"I’m sorry for all that and more." You tell him quietly, sitting up in his bed.
He sighs and takes off his shades and rubs the bridge of his nose, closing his
eyes and sitting on the bed, slouched.
You crawl over to him, and throw your arms around him, hugging him from behind.
“I’m sorry,” You murmur, over and over again, kissing his neck softly.
He tenses at first but then he melts under your hands, and you take off your
shades and put them on the floor.
"Let me make it up to you, babe." You say, lust quickly replacing any sort of
sweet apology you were going to make.
—————————
Your name is Dave Strider and your brother was the hottest person to ever
dominate you in your life.
You’re currently handcuffed to your Bro’s bed, ass up and panting. Bro had been
teasing you for almost 20 minutes. You were unbelievably turned on, your
nipples were red and your chest was marked up. The pillow underneath you is
covered in drool and your eyes are watering from how turned on you are. You’ve
never been harder in your life. You whine loudly and shake your ass in the air,
hoping to get his attention so that he’ll just fuck you already.
He doesn’t.
He snorts and you turn your head to look at him but he roughly grips your chin
and forced you to look at the headboard. Fuck. You whine and try to press your
ass into his groin but his hips are too far away. He leans in closely and he
smells like alcohol but it’s not that bad because underneath it is his special
smell.
"What a perfect looking slut, you are, Davey," He breathes into your ear.
"Already so desperate for my attention. Funny, you didn’t want it at all since
summer started. I should just leave you here, keeping you on edge, and keep you
handcuffed here so you know my pain,” He hisses.
"Bro, please, I-" Smack!
You moan loudly. Even pain felt good right now. His hand comes down on your ass
again and your stuck between leaning into it and leaning away from it, because
it hurts but god it hurts so good. 3, 4, 5, fuck your eyes are watering. You’re
so close but Bro has a cock ring on you so you can’t even hump the sheets or
something to get some sort of release since he wont fucking let you.
He spanks you 10 times. It hurts beautifully. You’re begging inbetween broken
moans and rough jerks of your hips, trying to lean into his touch, trying to
get away from the smacks. It’s confusing and you’re mind is hazy.
You hear the snap of a cap and his finger near your entrance. He rubs your
entrance teasingly and you groan in frustration, desperately trying to shove
your hips against his hand because you need something in you and at this point
you couldn’t care less if it was a smuppet.
You thank whatever god you don’t believe in that he finally puts is finger in
you, thrusting in shallowly and then deeper, and he can quickly at another
finger. You moan loudly when he scissors them a bit and practically cry when he
rubs against your prostate.
He adds a third finger, assaulting the bundle of nerves and you’re a sobbing,
moaning, screaming, hot mess.
He finally nudges the head of his dick against you and you groan, because he’s
still fucking teasing you.
"Bro please fuck me, please, oh my god, please, Bro I can’t, I’m a whore, I’m a
slut, fuckfuckfuck just please fucking fuck me” Runs out of your lips before
you can stop it and he leans down to bite your neck and you feel his cocky
smirk.
He pushes in and you nearly cry in relief because if you didn’t get some sort
of release soon you’d fall down and die, you swear.
He leaves you little time to be adjusted, marking your back and shoulders,
starting up a rough pace before you can even beg for it.
You’re moaning and crying out and you honestly don’t care if the president
hears you right now, and when he starts dirty talking and he hits your prostate
you’re begging him to let you get your release, to just let you cum because
your dick was going to explode.
He ignores you.
You know he’s close when you hear breathy moans come from his mouth and his
thrusts more sporadic, and he rips off the cock ring and growls in your ear and
you cum with a scream muffled by him shoving your head into the pillow. (You
don’t blame him, the cops will probably be here with all the noises.) A few
more thrusts and he’s gone too, but the ever amazing asshole doesn’t cum in
your ass which you appreciate.
You keep your head on the pillow as he cleans you up and undoes the handcuffs,
changing the sheets sloppily before he goes to lay beside you.
Your name is Dave Strider.
You think you should piss your Bro off more often.
***** cute and fluffy *****
Chapter Summary
     husbandos
Chapter Notes
     im sorry this took so long and its gonna be rlly short ok but the
     next chapter will be super long and have jealous hot make outs i
     promise
Ouch.
Your name is Dave Strider, and your ass is sore. The sex was great, and you
would so go for it again, but god damn. Did your ass hurt. You turn over in
Bro’s bed, trying to find his body so you can hit him for being such a jealous
dick and hurting your poor ass like this. Your hands grope the side of the bed
where he should be, sleeping, but he’s not there.
You open your eyes, and then you groan. Would it kill Bro to have closed the
fucking shades? You were too sore for this. You couldn’t even get up to close
it.
"BRO!" You shout groggily, you needed the blinds closed because this light was
blinding. "BRO GOD DAMN STRIDER I SWEAR TO BRIAN CHRIST YOU FUCKER IF YOU LEFT
ME HERE WITH MY SORE ASS IM GONNA-" You’re suddenly cut off when you hear
footsteps and whistling.
"Mornin’, sunshine." Bro smirks and then winks at you, holding a pan with what
you presumed was bacon that hasn’t been cooked yet. He walks over to close the
blinds and you see he’s wearing a bright pink apron with cats on it. (A gift
from Roxy, you presumed. You were close with the Lalonde family and that looks
like something that belongs in that household, right next to wizard porn.)
"I hate you."
"You love me."
"No," You reply with mock anger, "I hate you. I really do. My poor ass. It’s so
sore. How am I going to get up and move. How am I supposed to shit. I can
hardly roll over to shout at you. I hate you with the burning power of 1000 of
Roses’ gay wizard porn books."
He leans over and kisses your head, then walks over to the window and closes
the blinds. “Whatever, you big baby. I’m making bacon. Want me to make some
toast with it?”
You smile at him. “Hell yes. I was kidding. I love you. I love you more than
life. You are amazing. I love you with the no longer burning power of 1000
books of Roses’ gay wizard porn. You are perfect.”
He winks at you before walking out of the room, and after awhile you smell the
bacon cooking and you practically drool. You wish you could get up and smell
it, see the bacon cooking, but you were tired and you needed a shower and your
ass was still sore so you decided to lay down and do absolutely none of those
things. You start thinking though, and you realize you and Bro need to have a
talk. About your relationship.
If you could even call it that.
As you wait for your bacon and toast you decide to sort out your pathetic
school girl feelings. You love Bro. You love him as a big brother, who gave you
your first pair of shades, who taught you to fight, who taught you strength and
courage and making music, who told you he’d love you no matter what you did
when you lost strifes and were upset about it. Alright. You also love him as
more than a brother. You love the feeling of his hands across your skin, you
love his warmth engulfing your lanky body when you cuddle, you love his hands
playing with your hair, you love the taste of his creamsicle kisses and his
burnt orange gaze, you love the feeling of him. You’re in love with him.
You feel sick for a second.
You’re in love.
With your fucking brother.
The sick feeling goes away after a bit, but you still are disgusted with
yourself. You’re a sick freak. You try and get rid of the thought by telling
yourself it was consensual, but was it really? Did he actually love you back?
After all, you were the one who kissed him first. Is he just doing this because
he thinks this is some phase you’re going through because you’re going to
college soon? Does he actually love you back? Is he repulsed by this
relationship?
Your thoughts are interrupted by Bro, who’s walking in and handing you a plate
with bacon and toast, and then sitting beside you on the bed with his own plate
of food. “You alright, ‘lil man?” He says, removing his shades. You remember
you’re not wearing your shades and curse yourself in your head. You look at
him, avoiding his eyes.
"We need to talk."
—————————————-
Dirk=> Have a heart attack.
You walk into your room, holding two plates of bacon of toast and bacon, giving
Dave the better one. You look at him and smile but he looks at you and although
he seems normal, when you look at him he looks downright terrified of
something. You sit beside him on the bed, putting your food on your lap. “You
alright, ‘lil man?” You ask, in concern for your brothers welfare. You remove
your shades so you were as vulnerable as he was, looking at him in concern.
He turns his head towards you but refuses to look you in the eyes. “We need to
talk.” He tells you in a weak voice. You stop breathing for a second and your
eyes widen.
Okay, so, you’re freaking out. I mean, you’ve been fucking your brother,
basically a wet dream for CPS. He doesn’t speak for a moment but you feel faint
and you can already imagine his sugar sweet voice saying “You sick freak,
you’ve been raping me, I’m not even 18 yet, I’m calling the cops!”
He wouldn’t do that, would he? Oh god oh god oh god you need to get out of
here-
"No!" He shouts, finally looking you in the eye. You remember you aren’t
wearing shades and you realize every thought is practically projected into your
eyes for him to see. You remain silent, looking at him.
"Look, that’s not what I mean. I’m not going to call the cops or send you to
jail. Just relax, bro. I just need to talk to you about some stuff about….
‘Us’" He informs you quickly, voice shaking slightly. He puts quotations in the
air when he says ‘us’ so you assume you need to establish what ‘us’ even is.
You lean back and nod at him, much more relaxed, and take a bite of bacon.
He relaxes as well, nuzzling into your side and you chuckle, and so does he,
and then he takes a bite of bacon off your plate with a laugh. “Ok so first of
all,” He says, laughter dying down, “What the hell are we? Fuck buddies?
Brothers with benefits? Mutual booty calls? Are we even anything at all?” He
asks, nervousness creeping into his voice as he continues. “Do you even want to
keep up whatever we have going on? I mean I could always just go back to being
your brother and if you want that please tell me as soon as possible because
the longer you wait the harder it will be.”
You look down at him, rubbing his arm with your hand, pulling him closer to
you. He leans his head against your collar bone, looking down and eating
quietly. “What do you want us to be?” You question him softly. You want him to
be yours forever, only yours, but what you want doesn’t matter. What matters is
what he wanted. You really hoped he wanted the same things as you.
He blushes slightly before hugging you and leaning down to hide his face in
your chest. “Boyfriends?” Comes the muffled suggestion. You pull him up to face
you and he looks away. You wait to speak until he looks at you. When he does
you say, “Husbandos?” In a terrible spanish accent, wiggling your eyebrows. He
laughs. “Husbandos indeed, my dear.” He responds, laughing and wiggling his
eyebrows like you did. He smiles and you look at him and give him a true,
genuine smile, before pulling him in for a little kiss. You two then quickly
finish up your brunch, and when you’re done you cuddle. What else would you do?
As your running your hands along his back, you ask, “So to celebrate our new
relationship status as ‘super gay husbandos boyfriends’, why don’t you come to
my gig tonight?”
"Really?" He asks, jumping out of your arms, an eager look on his face.
"Damn right. We leave at six, you got 3 hours to be ready and helping me get my
equipment in the van. You can shower first, I already showered this morning.
Get outta here, ya little twink." You say, slapping his ass playfully.
He kisses your cheek and says “I love you!” Before running out of the room. “I
love you too, lil man!” You shout through your room, moving to go get some
cleaner clothes and redo your hair.
You had to look better than best tonight, you had to be at the top of your
game, after all, you’d have your boyfriend there to impress.
***** more jealous sex *****
Chapter Summary
     this was going to be a cute little chapter but i got my period and
     decided to put more jealous angry boyfriend sex im so sorry
Chapter Notes
     remember when i said this would have plot ah a
See the end of the chapter for more notes
You had to look better than best tonight, you had to be at the top of your
game, after all, you’d have your boyfriend there to impress.
Dirk==>Put your plan into action.
Dave got into the car beside you, and although he kept his poker face intact,
he was practically jumping in his seat. A strange sense of pride fills you at
how good the kid became at his poker face. But you also have some trouble
containing your own excitement. But not over Dave.
While you are pumped that you and Dave are official and he was coming with you
to a gig, you did have some other plans in mind. Over the 3-ish week period in
which Dave was practically attached to John Egberts hip, you had some time to
catch up with old friends.
And it just so happens that you have better friends than you thought you did.
One night, about 4 days in that 18 day hell, you spilt your guts to your friend
Jane. (You knew she wouldn’t judge you because she used to have a crush on your
mutual friend Jake. They had hooked up one night, and a month later were ‘re
introduced’ at a family reunion. (Basically she fucked her long lost half
brother-awkward.)) The thing about Jane is that you fucking loved this chick.
Not romantically, but you absolutely adored her. So you two hatched a plan for
some good old fashioned revenge.
Since Jane, like you, was taken by a hot blonde, and like you, was also hella
gay, you knew that it wouldn’t go too far. She said she’d show up at your gig,
dressed in skimpy clothing, drink a bit. and flirt with you. Usually you would
have said no, because it might look too fake, but you’ve seen Jane talk herself
out of a drunk driving ticket in under ten minutes. Needless to say, you didn’t
doubt her skills.
So you decided to go there tonight, flirt with your friend, and hopefully
succeed in making Dave extremely jealous. You could have pulled some favours
for other friends to flirt with you, but you didn’t want to overdo it. (Ok,
maybe you did, but Jane advised against it.)
And now that you’re on the road, driving closer and closer to getting your
revenge, you can’t help but smirk. Dave squirms when it doesn’t go away. You
can already tell by his body language he’s regretting coming with you.
Too late now, kid.
After about an hour of driving you two arrive at the club, a bit small but
still a good one, and most of the people who went there knew you. This club was
a place you frequented, for gigs and before you and Dave, sometimes for
hookups. You had your first drink here. It held memories. And now, it was gonna
hold a few more.
You force Dave to help you unpack, and everything is set up and sound checks
are done at 8:30, which leaves you with about 7 minutes until the doors open
for VIPs. The doors open in general to anyone at 9pm, but to the VIPs the doors
open at 8:37 PM. They say 8:45 for VIPs, but someone always bribes the security
guard to open up earlier.
"You ready, kid?" You ask, turning to Dave, who’s fidgeting a bit. You already
said he was allowed to drink but only tonight, since you would be there to
supervise him. You laid down the rules-No drinks from strangers, no drugs, etc-
and told him all he needs to know.
"Ready as I’ll ever be." He mumbles, and you pat his head in an attempt to
comfort him. You knew that nervousness. But he’d get over it with a few shots
and the ecstasy that comes with being on stage with everyone paying attention
to you. Also, you had slipped in a couple of those boy band songs in tonights
mix to try and help him relax.
 
==>We’re gonna fast forward to when the general public enters, since I am
unsure what they’re gonna do for the next little bit before the club starts
filling.
At around 9:30, the club really starts filling up, and you start playing the
music more whole heartedly. Dave was dancing on stage with a large group of
others who got on there, and they all seem to love him. He’s holding a beer-his
second one so far-and laughing and dancing with the group. Apparently, being
related to one of the most popular DJs in the area meant that everyone loved
him, 4 people have already given him their number, and he gets free drinks.
Every now and then you catch his eye, and he winks at you, and you smirk.
The whole club was under your palm, and already tipsy, half drunk, underage
girls were practically throwing themselves at you. You loved the power you felt
over these people. You controlled the entire night, and it was beautiful. You
and Jane agreed to start the plan at 9:45, your first break, which was
approaching fast. Once this song ends, you talk into the mic, lowering your
headphones for a moment.
"Hope everyone’s having fun, I know I am." You say smugly, hearing everyone
cheer. "The next I’ll be playing is a favourite of a friend of mine,” You
emphasize the word friend, actually meaning Dave, winking at him as he raises
an eyebrow at you. The crowd starts cheering your name and you start to play a
song from that band (the name had something to do with trenches? You’re not
sure, you were mainly focused on seeing where the hell Jane is.) Dave flushes
for a moment, before looking over at you. You smile and mouth, ‘you like this
song, right, Dave?’ A sarcastic smirk playing on your lips. He tightens his
lips before shrugging and dancing with the crowd on stage, and you hear his
voice practically keening out the lyrics out as he dances with a bunch of
girls. By the end of the song, he’s practically singing his soul into that song
which attracts more people on stage. You see two more tipsy girls and a few
courageous guys hand them cards with their phone numbers on it, and one of the
guys whispers something in Dave’s ear that makes him blush and his mouth fall
open slightly. You glare at the back of that guys head, mentally killing him
before setting the table to play some pre done mixes for your 15 minute break.
On the way to the bar where you see Jane in a tight little blue dress, you
practically have to shove your way through the crowds of fans to get to her.
Once you’re sitting in front of her, and you remember how darn attractive she
can be, you get into flirt mode.
"Now, now, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" You ask in a
deep voice, leaning in towards her. Jane leans toward you as well, smirking at
you.
"Waiting for a man like you to buy me a drink," She replies smoothly, tilting
her head slightly.
"Alright sweetheart," You say with a wink, "what’s your poison?"
"Rum and coke."
"Bartender! Rum n’ Coke for this luscious lady." He nods at you and makes you a
drink. As you wait for the drink to arrive you keep flirting, whispering in
Jane’s ear once so it looks like you’re really into it. You catch Dave’s eyes a
few times, smirking at him. He furrows his brows and starts dancing more
enthusiastically, grinding against one of the girls. You his actions were made
from desperation and anger, and when your 15 minutes is up and you go back on
stage, he promptly gets off (with a bunch of girls following him) and goes to
the bar.
Within the next two hours before your next break, he’s done 5 jello shots, and
now he’s laughing and dancing and chatting it up with anyone around him. A
group of girls and some boys have gathered around him near the bar, and during
your next 15 minute break, you flirt with Jane again. When that 15 minutes is
up, she kisses your cheek as you move to leave, and Dave sees. He looks
infuriated and you love it. You raise an eyebrow at him, challenging him, but
he just goes back to having fun with the group of people around him, drinking
his beer a bit faster.
In these past 2 hours, he’s got almost 15 people gathered around him, all
dancing and laughing and drunk, and Dave is getting a bit drunk too. You know
he’s drank before, so he can handle his alcohol well and knows when to stop.
You’ve flirted with Jane while DJ-ing, knowing he sees you two flirting and
dancing on stage, and around the last song, he bids farewell to his little
posse before going back onstage with the group up there to dance the last song,
and taking two final shots. He glares at you and Jane, and when the club starts
clearing out he glares at you.
"You want to tell me what all that was fucking about, Bro?" He says finally.
"What do you mean?" You say playfully.
"You know exactly what I mean, you flirtatious piece of shit."
"Oh come on,” You purr, “I was just playing around. No need to be so harsh.”
He growls and then pushes you into the wall forcefully by your shoulders. You
let him. You simply smile and look down at him as he glares up at you. Then, he
gives you once forceful shove before backing off and packing up the truck. As
you pack up you feel him purposely get you aroused, massaging your ass in the
near empty parking lot, ‘bumping’ into you as you start to take stuff outside.
As you two leave the building and approach the truck, you can’t lie, you’re
sporting a semi. You were damned turned on. When you’re near the truck, he
shoves you again, this time your back slamming into the cold metal of your
vehicle. Before you can say anything he’s gripped your shirt collar and smashes
his lips onto yours with a bruising force.
"Just playing, eh?” Dave says in a deep, husky, smokey, gravelly, all over
delicious voice, which does not help your hard on, not one bit, “Then, brother
let’s play a fucking game.” He slams you against the car and violently kisses
you again, his soft hands grabbing you roughly through your jeans. You’re
trying not to moan because he’s completely dominating you, and it’s really hot,
not to mention his teasing touches which are turning you on and making your
jeans uncomfortable, to say the least. You’re really trying to hold back
because, while this was turning you on unbelievably -and you guess Dave was
topping tonight if you get laid- you wanted him to know you weren’t going to
submit so easily. Of course, all that shit goes through the window when he
roughly undoes your jeans and shoves his hand into your pants, palming you
through your boxers. You hiss, feeling a slight blush dust across your face,
and you take back the idea of surrender and decide that you’re still gonna
fight him because you’re Bro Strider, and why the fuck not? “Tell me, brother
dearest,” You begin in a snarky tone, “What kind of game do you have in mind?”
In response he grips you tighter through your boxers and you squish your eyes
tight before opening them again. He narrows his eyes, shifting his jaw in a
sort of predatory anger, and kisses your neck roughly. “Perhaps,” He responds,
using a sultry voice, continuing to kiss your neck, “A game where you learn to
shut up and obey once in awhile.”
"That doesn’t sound very fun," You breathe out.
"Get in the car," He looks up at you, lips swollen and eyebrows raised, as if
challenging you to say no. You smell the alcohol on his breath and assume he
means the drivers side, so you get in and start driving home.
Which is quite hard to do when Dave is teasingly stroking your dick through
your boxers while you drive.
"Dave." You hiss.
"Something bothering you, sweetheart?" He kisses your jaw, and runs his other
hand across your thigh. You grit your teeth, and stop speaking. He snickers and
then puts in a CD, which you can’t really hear because you’re trying to drive
and not thrust your hips into his hand and beg for more. You’re a man, dammit,
you won’t go down without a fight.
The first 30 minutes is agonizing, but you’d be home in about 5. Where you can
get some proper release.
"Final track. It’s a personal favourite of mine, you know it. You played it in
the club." He murmurs in your ear, biting it gently. As you hear the opening
notes play, his hands go under your boxers and grip your dick. It catches you
off guard. So off guard, in fact that you swerve the car and moan loudly. You
give Dave a warning glance, but he just stares at you with half lidded eyes,
licking his pink lips.
He starts singing.
His normal voice was great but you’ve only heard him sing once, which was
awhile ago. And you thought his normal voice could turn you on, you were wrong.

”You can want this,” You try and say something, but he shushes you and keeps
singing you, stroking you slower than you thought possible.
”See if it fits for a bit,
and if you don’t like it,
then you can go like you have been,” You can’t breathe oh god you’re going to
get into a crash. Dave grips you tighter and your attention snaps back to him,
hearing him smoothly continue singing, skipping to whatever part the song is
at.
”You get right up and I’m the one done,” He grips you harder than before on
‘done’ and you’re practically trembling with the self control it takes not to
thrust into his soft hand.
”You never say yes, not quite no,” You give up and thrust into his hands and a
smirk breaks across his smug little face, but he starts stroking you a little
faster which is a godsend but still too teasingly painfully slow.
”Say just enough to make me not go.
You choose your words, careful voice,
in the end I’m not the first choice,” He hisses out the last line, glaring at
you.
"Dave, I was just-" He completely ignores you and gives you one proper stroke
which cuts you off mid sentence.
"Shut up, DIrk." He says, before going back to singing and teasing you. He goes
slower and you groan in frustration.
”Why am I your plan B?
You know, you know you love the way I linger and,
You keep me wrapped right round your finger,
But you say, you say, just wait a little longer, and
And in time, I could be the right one
Please, I’m the B team.”
He’s getting a bit faster with his strokes and his voice and fuck, you think
you’re going to cry if he teases you any longer.
"Dave, please. I’m sorry, it was just a joke, I just wanted rev-"
”I saw you first,
Do ya remember?
You played it well, victim sell,
How I fell for it,”
”Dave,” You plead, desperate. You understood he was mad and all but you never
did this to him, you were never this cruel. He chuckles darkly.
”Why am I your plan B?”
You zone out after that, focusing on the road, giving small thrusts when you
lose control and he sings through the whole thing. You speed up and by the time
the song is over and you’re in the parking lot in front of your apartment,
you’re about to cut your seat belt off. Once you’ve ripped off your seat belt
and Dave has calmly removed his, you pull him in for a desperate kiss.
"Dave, fucking please,” Your voice cracks and you are almost ashamed but losing
to your brother never felt so good so you give in.
"Let’s get inside, yeah? Then the real fun begins.”
You shove your dick back into your pants, then rush out of the car, dragging
him with you into the elevator and slamming him into an elevator wall, kissing
him hungrily. He kisses back, but pulls your hair and slams you against the
opposite wall.
”I think you’ve forgotten just who is in charge tonight,” He growls, sinking
his teeth into your neck. You moan loudly, not caring who hears, and thankfully
he remembers to press the button to your floor. You would have done it but
you’re having trouble doing anything at all under your younger brothers teasing
thumb, his bright eyes giving you a smoldering look.
You arrive to your floor quickly, and Dave opens the door so slowly you think
you’re going to faint. Once the door is open he grabs your hand and drags you
into your bedroom, pushing you on to your bed.
"Strip." He orders. You obey. You throw off all your clothes in record time,
feeling a need to burn them for constricting you for so long. Dave is slowly
undressing and you’re watching him, wishing he would hurry up.
"Take a picture, it’ll last longer." He mutters. You don’t respond. You sit on
the bed and shove your hands between your legs, about to touch yourself, but
before you can Dave is grabbing both your wrists and cuffing them behind your
back. You whine loudly, and he tsks. "No one said you could touch yourself,
don’t you ever listen?"
You glare at him and hopelessly tug at the bonds, then go back to lying on your
back. He smirks, then leans down and starts kissing your neck, down your chest.
"Haven’t you teased me enough?" You whine, squirming slightly. He chuckles
darkly. "You chose to flirt with her. You could have avoided this, but no, you
had to go and flirt with the first girl you saw at the bar."
"Dave, let me explain-"
"No." He says smoothly. "Was she worth it, Bro? Look at you. Handcuffed,
restrained, utterly hopeless and at my mercy. I could tease you all night and
not let you cum. So tell me, my sweet boyfriend, was she really worth it?" You
cringe and as you are about to respond, he spits in his hand and wraps it
around your dick, stroking it at a fast pace. "Fuck!" You shout, thrusting your
hips up frantically. He smirks, and walks away, and then comes back in a moment
with a bottle of lube.
"On your stomach." You flip before he even finishes his sentence.
"Bottoms up," He snickers, grabbing your hips and forcing your ass into the
air.
"You’re not funn-fuck" You’re cut off with a strangled moan as he puts one
lubed up finger inside you, wiggling it around. You lose all control on you’re
built up moans and push your ass against his hand, pleading him to keep going.
You never thought you would ever find yourself in a situation where Dave has
the upper hand like this. Truth be told, it feels to damn good to care right
now. After a few minutes, he inserts a second finger, and you hiss. Lucky for
your ass, he gives you a second to adjust, waiting until your practically
sobbing for him to move his fingers. He does, moving them around and you start
thinking about the last guy who topped you. It ended terribly. You start
getting a bit anxious about Dave topping you. Of course, a few minutes later,
his fingers are brushing up against your prostate, and any anxiety is replaced
with load moans with the words “there, yes, harder, there” shouted at your
younger brother. You can practically feel the smirk on his face as he adds a
third finger, which still stretches a bit, but increases the the pressure on
your prostate. You suddenly hear someone shout.
And then you realize it was you.
You hate Dave for making you into this pathetic, moaning mess. You hate losing
fights. You never lose. Ever.
But then again, you suppose losing never feels this good.
"You ready, sweetheart?" Dave asks, making sure you’re okay with this. You knew
that if you said no he wouldn’t. And you also knew that if you said stop he’d
pull his dick out of your ass so fast you got a burn. You trust your brother.
More than anything.
"Ready as I’ll ever be," You tell him, chuckling slightly. You’re in your 30s
and your barely legal little brother is fucking you. Great story to tell to the
grandchildren, eh?
He pours some more lube on his dick, and then enters you slowly.
Which is a bit painful, overall. Your breathing almost stops entirely, your
vision fuzzes out, but underneath the pain, there is a hint of pleasure. You
feel his hips touch your ass and your panting already, but Dave is moaning, and
that makes the pain fade a little. A very little.
A few minutes later, you’ve adjusted, and the pain is hardly there and the hint
of pleasure has become a whole spoonful of it, and your situation is turning
you on more than you care to admit.
You’re bound, face down, ass up, helpless, and your younger brother moaning
loudly with his dick in your ass. (Jealousy sex is great, huh?)
You let out a strained command, “Fuck. Move.” Which Dave obeys. Oh God, does he
obey.
He moves his hips away, his dick sliding out of you slowly, and then slamming
back in, causing you to shout. This is definitely better than the last guy who
topped you. This is a million times better. This feels better than any time
you’ve been fucked, fucked, or done anything intimate at all. This feels better
and more right than any song you’ve made, you’re higher than when you’re on
stage at a gig, the crowd chanting your name.
The only person chanting your name is Dave, and it’s better than entire
stadiums of old hookups and bad friends and drunk strangers saying it. The bed
shifts when he does, and he finds your bundle of nerves, and when you moan, you
feel it drip into the air, leak from your entire body, you feel everything but
you see only stars. You’re frantically pushing your ass against Dave, begging
him to keep going, to go harder, to go faster.
He obliges and the bed creaks with the force of his thrusts, your body moving
forward each time, moans and shouts clouding the room, the air leaving your
lungs each thrust.
"Dave, fuck, please, touch me, fuck," You plead. You feel his hand trace a
circle on your back before reaching around and stroking your dick, his hands
still wet with some lube.
About 30 seconds later you black out, cumming harder than you have in a long
time, Dave not far after.
The little fucker comes inside your ass, which would usually be a turn on but
you’re too tired to clean cum out of your ass right now. You promise yourself
you’ll shower later, and clean the cum off the sheets. Right now you just need
to sleep for a bit.
"Fucking hell." You hear Dave pant out, throwing an old towel under you. Your
body collapses on the shirt, not caring about anything but resting. He starts
unlocking your wrists and rubbing some feeling back into them, and his
comforting touches are the last thing you feel before passing out.
Chapter End Notes
     the song is b team//marianas trench its such an addicting song
     plus the hot blonde who has claimed jane is roxy cotton candy 5eva
***** FINAL CHAPTER *****
Chapter Summary
     so basically im gonna make this a series of their kinky adventures
     together so yeah hahaha
Chapter Notes
     i am so sorry im working on a mavin au which will also be posted here
     and some wincest stuff im hella busy
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     whoop okay get ready for a super short dumb chapter and then for my
     other fandoms fics ((im trying harder i promise dont kill me))
STRIDERCEST-FINAL CHAPTER
Your name is Dave Strider.
You worry you were a little rough on your brother last night.
You woke up extra early so you could get up, and you made him a stack of
pancakes. (drizzled in syrup, drowning in whip cream, chocolate chips on the
top. You knew how he liked it.) You are currently cleaning up the pan you used.
You’re still half asleep, and you made the water too hot. It burns your skin,
but you don’t care. Somewhere deep inside it you believe you deserve it to
burn, but you don’t follow that train of thought. You keep the sadness, the
anger, everything basically, locked away deep inside you. Its mostly easy when
you are around people, but times like these your mind just slips away from you.
You’re mindlessly scrubbing the pan with hurting hands when you feel a pair of
arms wrap around your lower torso/waist area.
“The waters’ gonna burn you,” Your older brother warns you, nuzzling your neck.
(He was always extra affectionate in the mornings. You can’t say you mind too
much.)
“’M fine.” You reply, quietly.
He reaches around you and turns the tap off, grabbing your hands and gently
drying them with a cloth. You were shocked by this show of affection, because
lately all you did was fuck-and you mean it when you say “fuck.” There has been
no ‘passionate love making’, only anger and jealousy and possession.-once your
hands have been dried enough to his liking, he sits on the kitchen counter,
quietly eating his pancakes.
“You’re awful quiet this morning,” You comment.
“So are you,” He retorts.
You don’t really have a reply. You just purse your lips and look at the floor.
You were tired, your muscles were aching, and you just wanted to cuddle. You
don’t even bother asking him because you knew what his answer would be. It
would be no. At least that’s what you thought.
Once he’s done, he puts his plate in the sink, his cap wobbling a bit. It was
on his head loosely and he fixes it before quietly grabbing your hand and
dragging you to the couch. He sits down first, and then you sit near him. After
a moment he looks at you and you offer him a weak smile. He gives a sigh of
frustration in return, then he drags you onto his lap and cuddles you close to
him, patting your hair. Your eyes widen in shock and your hands are frozen in
the air. Your body is tense from shock of what’s going on-what is going on?- as
he slowly pets your hair, a comforting notion that he hasn’t offered to you in
quite a while. Once you’ve relaxed he brings his lips to your ear, quietly
whispering to you.
“I’m tired of pointless jealous angry sex.”
“Yeah me t-”
“Let’s make a kink list. Then it will have a point.”
“Are you serious?”
“Duh.”
“I cant believe you, jesus Christ, we were just chillin’, getting our cuddle on
and then you go all kinky on me. I cant believe you. What kind of husbando are
you.”
“A constantly horny one.” He winks at you, removing a pad of paper and a small
pencil from his hat.
“I hate you. I do. I hate you so much, I’m going to punch your shit eating grin
all the way from this shitty Texas apartment to fucking china.” You get off him
and move away, deciding to instead lay upside down, your head hanging off the
futon near the floor, your legs against the back of the futon. You were a
little upset, but you guess you could roll with it.
Not to mention refusing to listen would just result in angry, possessive, or
weird kinky ownership sex, which you were way too tired for. You would probably
fall asleep in your own cum. You shudder at the thought. Ick.
“Alright, so,” Bro starts, “How about… Pet play?” He leans up against the metal
arm rest of the futon, bringing up one of his knees to his chest to use as a
hard surface for him to write on.
You consider pet play for a moment. You chew your lip before shrugging and
replying, “Eh. Why not?”
“Blood play?”
“No.”
“Aw, come on, have some fun.”
“If you even try blood play I will take a vow of celibacy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Only if you cross out blood play.”
He grumbles quietly.
“How about master/servant stuff?”
“Uh, sure. I guess.”
After about an hour you have a list of kinks, which you have reviewed and
viciously scratched out things like ‘blood play’ and ‘water sports’ (urine-
definitely not your thing.)
You were going to be having one eventful relationship and an interesting sex
life, that’s for sure.
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