Stories About Things

porn i wrote when drunk

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 08:43:00 -0600

its in the heat of the moment, the first time that the winchesters try giving castiel his first taste of cock.

he fucking loves in, ends up swallowing sam down to the hilt and groaning around the thickness in his throat. dean can do nothing but watch in amazement, he watches as cas starts to slide his lips back and forth. slowly and barely at first. soon he picks up the pace, moving faster until dean is shaking with arousal from watching, shaking with the urge to take his turn, even as he fucks up deep into his little brother’s tight ass.

he looks so innocent, so eager to learn, just taking in the pleasure and reveling in it. despite his reservations about their emotional security, dean fucking loves virgins, and castiel is perfect, all enthusasism and no experience. no gag reflex, either, they both note as the angel quickly learns the perfect way to slide his mouth up and down, only gagging when he gets too into it himself and forces himself to go faster than either of them had ever seen with anybody else.

sam’s getting close, impossibly so. “come in his mouth,” dean pants before kissing his brother deeply, their lips smacking lewdly over the angel in between.

“want me to make sure he takes it?” sam asks, just to make sure, even as his breath is shortening along with his thrusts.

“fuck,” dean sighs, rocks his hips a few more times, and then continues with, “fuck, yes.”

as soon as he says that, sam stiffens and lets himself go. castiel grunts at first, trying to pull back. sam reaches down and buries his hand in the angel’s hair, holding his head down in hopes that he’ll swallow down every thick rope of come. he pulls back from the last spurt, and it ends up painted across his face. castiel doesn’t look entirely pleased with the taste of their debaunchery..

sam and dean give each other a look that clearly says to the other than they prefer it that way.

Do you still take requests?

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 19:00:06 -0600

yes though my laptop screen uh

I cant help but laugh, for someone who hates Stridercest, you wrote twice as much (2106 words) than your bondage dave (1054 words) fic. Also, he seems whinier than he really is. Just a little OOC.

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 22:24:35 -0700

i already know im a hypocrite so yeah okay

but i can see what you mean with the actual critique, thank you for pointing that out

stop it stop liking that i cant even handle that

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 20:44:40 -0700

stop it

stop liking that i cant even handle that

Title: That Probably Wasn’t The Only CameraFandom: HomestuckRating: PornSummary: i did it, i...

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 00:25:00 -0700

Title: That Probably Wasn’t The Only Camera
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: Porn
Summary: i did it, i wrote stridercest, go me!!! day two of sub!dave week, theme is crossdressing, enjoy. also includes elements of exhibitionism

Dave’s hands tighten as they rest on top of his bare thighs, plucking nervously at the top hem of his red stockings. No matter how much this happens, the feeling of nylon clinging to his skin and shifting against it while he plays with the fabric’s lacy edge never fails to intrigue him, almost to the exclusion of everything else.

“Hey,” Bro reminds him, and Dave quickly tears his gaze away from the silky fabric on his legs and up to his brother’s face. “Purse ‘em,” he orders again, holding up a tube of lipstick. Dave parts his lips slightly, eyes lidding of their own accord as the lipstick is pressed gently to them. There’s no need for further command as Bro hands him a tissue and he presses it once to his lips, taking off any excess, before handing it back.

They both regard one another quietly, Dave sitting straight-backed in a stool, and Bro kneeling easily before him, lipstick-stained tissue still in hand. Right now, the living room is dim, humid, and smells like two sweaty guys, and it makes Dave heady. The blinds are closed as completely as they will go, and what light does shine in is dull and orange, striping its rays across the room.

Part of the reason Dave felt so light-headed is because of the corset squeezing his waist in, just on the edges of what he could stand. It’s a plain white affair, meant to be worn under clothing for actual body shaping. Dave wonders how people actually manage to wear one all day, though he suspects Bro puts it on him far too tightly just because they both knew he could.

“Eyes closed,” Bro says next, and Dave watches as he sets aside both the used tissue and the lipstick and grabs a stick of eyeliner. Then he closes his eyes, awaiting the first touch nervously. He tenses briefly as it presses against the inner corner of his top eyelid. He gets the definite sense of being loomed over.

Bro’s other hand comes up to grab the side of his face, pinky finger gently pulling on Dave’s skin to make the tip of the liner pencil glide easier. Dave’s breath hitches as his Bro quickly outlines one eye and then the next without a missed beat.

Bro’s hand on his face trails down and stops at his neck. “Open up,” he says, his breath close enough to be felt. Dave opens his eyes slowly, and tries to see himself in Bro’s shades, but the lighting is too poor for that.

“We almost ready?” Dave asks, weakly.

“Have some goddamn patience,” Bro responds, retrieving the mascara from the already placed-out set, as well as another tissue. The mascara goes on much easier, bringing out Dave’s already-long lashes.

Bro stands up after he’s put that tube back in its place, regarding the younger Strider silently before he apparently decides he’s pleased with his results. “Go ahead,” he says, and finally, finally steps out of the way, leaving Dave face-to-face with the reflective qualities of the full-length mirror he’d been more or less purposely blocking.

Dave fights the urge to bite his lip, which would ruin the lipstick. Instead, he softly licks his front teeth. “That’s a good look for you,” Bro teases, even though Dave can hear that his voice is muffled in the goddamn closet. He glances back quickly to see that, yeah, Bro is definitely rustling around in the closet, no doubt trying to decide which terrible outfit to break out this time.

“If the bit and harness comes out I’m going back to my room.” Dave warns him. Bro extracts his upper body from the closet in order to fix Dave with a look that makes him pause his next statement.

“No, you won’t,” Bro tells him as easily as he’d win the resulting strife if Dave tried. Dave huffs quietly and turns back to the mirror, watching the way even turning away looked graceful with his waist neatly tucked in, clad in opaque red stockings and a matching pair of panties and long gloves. A choker adorns his neck, similar in design to the rest of the set.

He glances at his own hands, marveling at how long and delicate they looked with just the one change. He turns his palm up, tucks his legs closer together, and steals another glance at his full body in the mirror. He’s not surprised, not entirely, when he finds that Bro has been watching him in the mirror as well, choice in hand.

Dave turns back to him, and Bro holds up the dress. It’s red with a white petticoat, and black lace details. The whole thing is very lolita-esque, and Dave frowns at it accusingly, even as he stands and faces his Bro to take it in hand, finding the back already opened up.

Slipping into it is a movement that is far more practiced than either of them would ever admit to it being, and once Dave has it all the way up and has worked himself into the long belled sleeves he turns around.

Bro’s hands are warm as they lace the back of the dress and tie it, and Dave watches at the front starts to pull into place. He always get flustered at this point, watching it just mold to fit and flatter his frame beautifully. What couldn’t be found to fit Dave had been custom-ordered and then further tailored by Bro himself.

This is the part where his panties start to make their tightness known, and Dave shifts impatiently as Bro works out any out-of-place folds in the outfit.

“Are we ready now?” Dave asks.

Bro huffs and brushes Dave’s shoulders before grabbing onto them and turning Dave around, staring down at him intently. Dave’s demeanor softens under the stare, though his cock doesn’t. Bro release a sigh, as if annoyed, before pushing up the front of Dave’s dress and stroking along the half-hard bulge he finds.

“We’re going to have to do something about this, first,” Bro says quietly, continuing to just barely rub the shaft with his thumb.

“Yeah,” Dave quietly agrees. Bro actually starts to grasp, applying enough pressure for Dave to let out a soft, needy keen. His hands find purchase in the front of his other brother’s shirt as he cants his hips up into the touch.

“There we go,” Bro practically rumbles, his voice turning husky as his the pace of his hand picks up, practically jacking Dave off through his underwear. “Come on, let’s take care of you.”

Dave shivers at the change of tone in his Bro’s voice. “Please,” he simply responds, his own voice having gone higher, if anything. He’s so close, he can practically taste it, the edges around his vision going blurry and then white.

The moment before it spills over, Bro suddenly stops, places that hand against Dave’s chest, and pushes, hard. Dave grunts in annoyance as he stumbles and then falls back against the futon. He starts to sit back up, when the unmistakable click of a camera makes him go still and cold. “I think we’re ready now.”

Sure enough, Bro flashsteps back into view, right above him, camera in hand. The fucker is smirking, and then one hand drops down to trail down to Dave’s knee, pressing it up and out. The other leg is positioned outward as well, and then he pushes the front of Dave’s skirt up once more, already losing himself in the details as he rearranges the way the fabric bunches.

Dave shivers and sighs when Bro finally peels down the front of his panties down, allowing his now hard and dripping cock some hard-earned freedom. Bro pulls back, stares at Dave, and then grabs the camera and snaps a quick picture.

The next few minutes quickly blur together for Dave. Bro’s hands are on his body whenever they’re not on the camera, pushing and pulling him into every lewd pose imaginable. As they grow less sensual and more outright pornographic, the panties seem to just slip down, until at some point they’re completely off and Bro’s hand is in the next few frames, pulling Dave open completely.

He keeps Dave on the edge the whole time, stroking him back to full hardness whenever getting him ready for one pose drags on long enough for him to start softening. Before long, though, Dave starts to whine whenever Bro stops, quietly at first, then more incessantly when it seems like Bro is content to just keep at this part.

Finally, Bro joins Dave on the futon, crawling over him. The camera lays forgotten to the side. Dave arches up provocatively, continuing to make the small little noises that keeps his brother leaning in further and further. When Bro finally kisses him, Dave reaches up and wraps his arms around his neck, trying to hold him in place.

They part for breath, though Dave keeps his hands firmly on Bro’s back. Bro huffs at him, but all the same reaches down and pulls open his fly one-handed. His cock is thick and heavy against Dave’s thigh, and Dave shivers at the feeling.

“Want it?” Bro offers, smirking knowingly.

“Please,” Dave says, his hips shaking as he unwinds his arms from around Bro’s neck. Bro pulls back just enough to reach into his pocket easier, retrieve a vial of lube, and coat himself with one handful.

Another handful gets spread messily into the crack of Dave’s ass, a finger just barely probing into him before retreating. Dave spreads his legs further apart and thanks his luck that Bro didn’t decide to just finger him to completion.

It’s a big stretch when Bro starts to press into him, and Dave hisses sharply, going lax as he’s filled. By the time Bro bottoms out, his hips pressed up against the curve of Dave’s ass, Dave is positively quaking, dying to get off now that something is inside of him, teasing him that much closer.

Bro, however, doesn’t move, and Dave opens his eyes and looks up just in time for the next click to capture his half-lidded, lust-blown eyes along with the rest of the situation.

“Are you seriously fuckin-” Dave starts, but then Bro starts to thrust and the rest of Dave’s breath is instantly lost as he flops back and lets his mouth fall open.

“Come on,” Bro drawls, and he grabs Dave by his still-bound waist, hoisting his lower body into the air with ease as he starts to pick up speed. Dave whimpers, his toes curling and his head turning to the side. “I know you can finish from this.”

“Fuck, no, just let me…” Dave reaches for his cock, but then Bro pulls until he’s nearly falling off the futon, pounding into him that much harder, until Dave gives up and lets his hand fall onto his chest, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

He starts to whimper more earnestly, until one last thrust makes him groan noisily, and he nearly slips out of Bro’s grasp when his messy climax makes his weight go completely dead. Bro slips out of him and gently lowers him to the floor until he’s leaning back against the side of the futon.

“Open up,” Bro orders, and Dave blinks his eyes open to see Bro pumping his own cock, looking nearly as undone as Dave feels. Wordlessly, he closes his eyes and opens his mouth. At the gesture, his brother lets out a choked-off groan, and Dave relishes the cum that lands on his face and tongue, swallowing what he can and licking the rest from his lips greedily.

They both start to come down, breathing heavily. As the cum cools, Dave grimaces, and looks up at his Bro. “I’m gonna go shower now, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Bro says, tucking himself back into his pants. “Just leave the clothes on the sink.” He wipes his hands off on the front of his shirt and then grabs the camera, going over to the the computer and plopping down into it casually.

Meanwhile, Dave quietly gets up and makes his way to the bathroom.

Sub Dave Week Day 1 - Bondage

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 22:42:26 -0700

Title: Scrying
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: Porn
Summary: Rose/Dave set in the Alpha verse. The bondage kind of fell by the wayside, sorry about that!!! Super rough draft, as well.

“You’re completely sure about this?” Rose asked one more time, ball-gag in one hand. Dave glared up at her impatiently for a moment, before relaxing and nodding just slightly.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Let’s do this this thing. Let’s make it hapen.” He opened his mouth to continue, probably on a nonsensical spiel, but the words dried up in his throat as Rose kneeled down to his level. From the holster strapped to her corseted waist she retrieved a riding crop and tilted his chin up with the end of it. Dave closed his mouth briefly to swallow, and then opened back up, lolling his tongue out at her.

Rose rose a brow at him, and then delicately held the crop in between two fingers as she reached around either side of his head to buckle and tighten the gag into place. Dave made a quiet sound when it started to actually wedge his lips apart, something like a soft, nervous laugh. His shoulders tensed briefly as he tested the straps binding his arms together behind his back. Rose gave him a sharp slap on the back of the shoulderblade for the efforts, more of a warning strike than something intended to actually hurt.

Even so, Dave relaxed at the hint of pain, nostrils flaring as he let his head hang slightly. He gazed up at Rose through his lashes, shades long since abandoned at Rose’s front door.

“You know,” Rose began, conversationally, and Dave had to exhale slowly again to keep from tensing even more at that than at the implement in her hand. “There’s been a scandalous rumor going around. The media seems to think we’re long lost siblings.” She laughed slyly. Dave’s eyes narrowed in response. “What do you think they’d make of something like this?” She asked, staring down at him.

Her eyes seemed to flash briefly, and then Dave found himself locked into her gaze. Immediately his eyes widened as he tried to speak up, but only managed to mumble messily, drool already coating his bottom lip in his haste to try and say something. To ask her if she was honestly going to do this, at the very least.

Her smirk widened as violet eyes seared their way into his mind ruthlessly, unapologetically. Sans shades or the ability to move out of the way of her piercing gaze, Dave had no choice but to kneel where he was and feel more violated by the second. To his mounting horror, he realized that even that was prompting a physical reaction. He had absolutely no doubt that she was all too aware of that.

A few more moments of it had him shaking and quivering with the need to escape, to find release. With a high noise, he forced his eyes closed. Immediately, her force of will retreated from the depths of his consciousness, like a probing tentacle that he had just bitten. Rose outright snarled, as if the metaphorical injury had carried over, and he felt the crop whistling through the air moments before it cracked across his cheek with enough force to make his head turn.

Fuck, he thought, gritting his teeth and hoping the mark wouldn’t show in the morning. Even so, he kept his eyes tightly closed, forcing her to push him into his back. Dave snorted out roughly as his arms were wrenched under his own body weight, and then Rose’s as she straddled him, bracing herself on his shoulders.

“Open your eyes,” Rose hissed. Dave hesitantly obeyed, until he found that her eyes were fine, they were normal, and then he opened them fully, panting. “Too much?” she then asked, bringing the crop up to rest delicately against the base of his throat. Dave stilled for a moment, and then slowly shook his head. She nodded back at him, and then shifted her weight off her arms and back onto her thighs. Even though the fabric of her dress he could feel her ass settled onto his cock, and he shifted, trying to grind up against her.

She paused and blinked a few times, as if trying to figure out what to do with the erection pressing up against her. Then she regarded him curiously, as if thinking. Dave kept pushing up against her steadily, already losing himself to the friction. After a moment, Rose lifted up off him, and he almost groaned with loss. He stared at her pleadingly all the same as she hiked up the back of her dress over his bent knees.

When Rose settled back down, Dave’s eyelids fluttered at the sensation of milky white flesh instead of cotton. He started to rut himself against her once more, content with as much as she was willing to allow him. “This is much better when I don’t have to deal with this,” she said, tapping at his spit-shined bottom lip. He made a soft amused sound as his mind came up with several comebacks at once.

“But my favorite thing to do, brother dearest…” She cooed the pet name like she always did, and his ears burned from the depravity of the things it did for him. “…is this.” Her hand tightened on his chin, holding his head in place as she leaned over him and began to See into him again. At the same time, she finally started to actively grind back down onto him, meeting his shallow thrusts. Dave’s pupils blew out when he realized that they were both worked up enough for his cock to slip easily along and into the crack of her ass.

“Brother,” Rose breathed, and Dave strained against the leather straps holding him pliant beneath her, suddenly all too aware of just how tightly they’d been done. She was going to see everything, there’d be nothing left of him that she wouldn’t be privy to. “Open up,” she said softly, and he gave in, arching up until he nearly lifted her up as well.

When his eyes rolled back, there was that sense of Rose withdrawing from him, only this time the mental tentacles, metaphorical or otherwise, were sufficiently sated. She chuckled softly, as if pleased, even as he gave in to exhaustion underneath her.

Fuck

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 12:39:20 -0700

thats what i write, yes

what of it

idk, merry late christmas, here's a story about eridan and bec noir doin a sex

Mon, 26 Dec 2011 05:58:05 -0700

idk, merry late christmas, here's a story about eridan and bec noir doin a sex:

i found this buried in my hard drive, i think i might have posted it to the kink meme once upon a time, but now it’s easier to read AND find!!!!!

this one is about Jake English stuck in a tree

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 00:37:00 -0700

“H-hey,” Jake called out, but the jungle remained impassive to his pleas. For what had to be at least the hundredth time that day, he rocked his body back and forth in some hopeless endeavor to free himself from the vines he’d fallen into and gotten entangled within (which hours before had been preferable to falling out of the trees entirely.)

Despite Jake twisting every which way, the course binds remained as durable as ever. Worse still, the thickness of the canopy overhead made it all but impossible to tell time. It felt like it had been hours, but Jake couldn’t be sure.

For a split second he thought ‘if only I had a sword.’ Immediately afterward, he grimaced and said out loud, “Lame.” Swords were for dumb weebs. A really cool action dude could just…

He focused all of his energy into ripping his arm in toward himself. The vines just barely started to crack, and he turned his body into it, as if he was punching his way through. With a ripping sound, the vines encasing his right arm and shoulder fell loose.

With the sudden loss of support, Jake was jerked down violently by the rest of the vines, and he grunted in pain and surprise as his left arm twisted back, painfully bearing the weight of his upper torso.

He briefly tried to shift into a better position, but any amount of movement sent sparks of pain shooting along the nerves of his shoulder.

He squeezed his eyes closed, biting back soft little sounds of pain until it numbed away. He suspected part of the reason was that in this position, blood was pooling in his head. It was starting to make him feel heady and fuzzy.

i demolished the dam and unleashed the flood and now all i wanna do is write about jake being strangled

Fri, 11 Nov 2011 23:17:43 -0700

Jake English/a naked blue babe fanfiction (tw: see tags)

Fri, 11 Nov 2011 22:24:00 -0700

Pressing the final door open, Jake English stumbled back as it threw itself the rest of the way open, a shrill shriek emanating sharply from the deep darkness that was uncovered.

Unholstering his handgun and brandishing it with a practiced ease, Jake carefully re-approached the door. The shadow seemingly reached out as he did, the darkness itself resolving into two claw-tipped tentacles.

Jake stopped. So did the shadow. He stepped back, and the claws sank back into themselves as if set in reverse. Gathering his wits, he stepped forward, leveled his gun dead-center into the darkness, and fired.

Two things happened very suddenly. There was another scream, a human girl’s, which on its own startled Jake so bad that his grip slipped imperceptibly. The shadow took the momentary weakness and lunged suddenly, its claws aimed right at Jake.

Then everything dissolved into an infinite void, including his gun. Jake shouted and grabbed tighter as it just drifted out of his grasp.

His voice didn’t echo, as it should have in the dusty tomb pathway. Like everything else, it seemed to simply drift away endlessly. He wasn’t floating, but the distinct sensation of endless void beneath his feet as well set his stomach roiling nauseatingly.

He stared down at himself, holding his stomach as he tried to ignore the overwhelmingly crushing nothingness that invaded every one of his senses.

“Are you going to help us?” a female voice sounded out, the docile tones overwhelming Jake simply by being, for that moment, the only thing that actually existed.

As it once more ceased to be, Jake finally gathered his wits to turn this way and that (fruitlessly, as he was beginning to suspect.)

“Who are you?” he asked.

The pause was thick, as Jake rattled his brains for solutions to this particular situation. Unfortunately, he couldn’t remember ANY of his movies dealing with this.

At least not successfully.

“We’re like you,” the voice insisted, “we promise.”

“I doubt that, ma’am,” the ma’am burst forth seemingly of it’s own accord. That was alright though, he sounded kind of cool. Like he was even polite to the monsters of infinite nothingness.

“Rude,” she said as if on cue, “haven’t you considered that perhaps we’re in the darkness, like yourself?”

“You’re gonna have to prove it,” a pause, and then Jake added on, “miss.”

After so much time without even the feeling of air on his body - Jake steadfastedly refused to wonder how (if) he was breathing - the barest brush against his shoulder had him whipping around. The hand dipping to his holster on instinct only reminded him that he was unarmed.

Before he could instead rush forward with a fist, there were hands, two of them, and they settled onto his shoulders, seemingly freezing him in place.

What make Jake really freeze up was those hands being connected to arms to a torso to a whole human girl, her skin tinged the absolute perfect shade of cerulean. Even her hair, sweeping out to either side of her neck, was blue, a lighter hue that brought out the curve of her neck.

Before he knew it, Jake had relaxed, and slowly his arms were returned to his sides, where they hung loose. She then finally expressed anything but a blank slate. She smiled.

“Do you believe me now?” She asked, but her voice still seemed to come from everywhere all at once, and her mouth didn’t move. However, she did gently take one of his hands in both of hers and placed it over her heart. He was riveted to the motion, and then blushed when that drew attention to the fact that she.

Wasn’t dressed.

“I, uhm,” Jake stammered, and then suddenly pulled away. She looked momentarily startled, but then continued to smile lovingly as Jake shucked off his jacket and tried to hand it to her.

By the time he had thrust it out at her, it too had broken down and drifted out into the void. Jake stared at his empty hand. In a way, it explained why she was nude.

“Are you ashamed?” she asked, and her voice dipped to something dangerously approaching seductive. Her hands hadn’t left him yet, and she dragged his hand along her skin before cupping it around her breast.

“Oh,” Jake said, and then fell wordless as she finally stepped up close to him, pressing close enough that the fingers of his other hand brushed her hip.

She had remained deathly quiet the whole time, even as he daringly let his hand slide up over the curve of her hip and around her waist. In response, she pressed up against him at the same measured pace, and then leaned forward to press her lips against his as he testingly groped her chest. Both their eyes slip closed.

Again, with remarkably mirrored motions, they both pulled back, and Jake’s eyes snapped open to look at her as if he suddenly didn’t believe this was really happening.

“We’re the same, we promise,” she told him. Jake looked down at the body pressed up against his, then to her face. “So you’ll help us?” she questioned, hopefully. He nodded, his expression still awestruck.

Her smile flowed into a cruel grin, far too wide to be real, and then there was a painfully overwhelming moment as he was suddenly aware of existing once again.

There was a slab that he was laying back on, and a skull that was pressed uncomfortably close to his face where the girl had been. It was still dark, but it was a darkness that his eyes could grow used to.

And there was writhing, everywhere. It invaded every sense like the void before had, but instead of launching a mere queasiness, it instilled into him a deep, primal fear that took hold of both heart and mind.

“Get off me!” he screamed, immediately fighting and pulling only to find tendrils that constricted down on him. The harder he struggled, the tighter they pulled.

Panic implanted itself even further at the realization, and Jake shrieked and continued to fight until suddenly he found himself unable to inhale. Mindless with fear, he tried to reach up to pull at the coils that wound themselves tighter and tighter around his throat.

He started to cry as the futility of the situation settled in, tears streaming down both sides of his face as he gaped silently, his cheeks beginning to paint themselves blue.

The void started to creep back in through the sides of his already-blurred vision. “You’ll help us,” that same voice was now distorted, inhumane. The wild rhythms of its tone danced among the static from the steadily-advancing darkness.

“You promised.”

i want rose and nepeta to join forces and write fanfic about their friends

Sat, 29 Oct 2011 19:53:47 -0600

more importantly i want them to write tons of dave/equius which they eagerly share with its subjects

rose does it to troll dave while nepeta is just so used to sharing her stories with equius whether he wants to hear them or not (but he secretly does (she knows this (rails 4 lyf)))

and dave critiques rose’s characterization of him (hes actually just butthurt because she keeps getting dangerously close to all of his actual issues and hangups)

anyway at the end they actually end up together and rose and nepeta could maybe smooch a little too just because and everybody else is understandably baffled

good porn stories to read while i am trying to do this fic (they are not homestuck though)

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 11:58:38 -0600

Alone Again, which is a fic where ben, an underage boy, bones an alien named reinrassig that lost an arm, though its not mentioned much in the fic itself (he got it replaced in the same episode anyway)

Yes, No, Maybe So, which is a fic where hiccup, (who actually turned out to not be underage but damn well looks it) who has a prosthetic leg, is boned by his dragon toothless, who has a prosthetic tailfin. also warning because this one is pretty heavy with the non-con (on the human’s part if it makes a difference)

unfortunately there are too many excellent dave/tavros fics for me to choose a favorite on the fly!!!!!! maybe later i will make a post about davros fics i like

attempting to write a serious bro/lil cal fic on the job

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 10:14:51 -0600

good use of work time y/y

might have to switch back and forth between something else though because this is hard

its hard and nobody understands how many plushie fics i had to read to try and get the wording for this to flow because theres a certain TENDERNESS to these kind of stories and i dont often write TENDER things

usually i write horrible ugly raunchy things featuring underage boys engaging in interspecies buttsex where one of the characters has missing limbs (true story i can think of at least 3 pairings i’ve written that can be described as that)

One day both Equius and Dave were naked and had boners. Equius was on his back and Dave stepped on...

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 18:51:54 -0600

One day both Equius and Dave were naked and had boners. Equius was on his back and Dave stepped on his stomach and said “Do it.”

Equius moaned, but he wouldn’t do it.

So Dave stepped down harder until Equius couldn’t hold it in anymore and he released the fart. They then faded the video out and put it on the internet.

Everybody was satisfied.

sometimes i want to read really gross violent bloodporn of sober!gamzee and dave

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 23:36:08 -0600

what should i do

what should i write

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 17:30:13 -0600

rabbithugs:

tofuhamsteak:

i have quite a few wips and requests to do! i dont know where to start.

BLOODPORN

FINE

THUNDERCATS IT IS

what should i write

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 17:23:42 -0600

i have quite a few wips and requests to do! i dont know where to start.

livewriting

Thu, 08 Sep 2011 17:45:00 -0600

This is an opening for the prompt “give me some hot dualscarxfereri romancing porn.” made by Anonymous.

——————

The sea is different, yet the deja-vu that courses thick and heavy through Feferi’s veins sing a much different tune. There’s a certain harmony to them, one that also coincides with the wash of the waves overheard.

She’s only vaguely aware of this part of the ocean, like a distant memory of something not directly experienced. The light is brighter than she’s used to, though not to a blinding degree, and it dances irritatingly across her eyes, even while they’re closed.

The fish are interesting enough, but Feferi doubts that’s all this bubble has to show her. Sure enough, a shadow looms overheard. It’s large enough that it might scare another troll, but Feferi’s own lusus dwarfs everything except the planet itself.

She kicks up, and finds that she can swim even faster up here, where the water is less dense. Within moments she finds herself approaching the ship.

Suddenly, something catches her leg, and then she can’t move. Feferi thrashes in the net, but its binds refuse to budge. Everything tightens, and then she’s being pulled upward, still trapped. Soon enough, the water gives way suddenly to air, and it takes Feferi’s system a few shock-induced sputtering seconds to switch up which respiratory system she’s using.

In that time, she finds herself pulled up and onto a ship, crowded by mostly low-blooded trolls. They crowd around her, muttering amongst themselves, and the look on their faces is anything but pleased by the presence of such a high-blooded seatroll.

There’s a bang that draws the glance of some of them, and then a voice - one that reminds Feferi of a dream, this is what she’s here to see - sounds out, as helplessly haughty and arrogant as ever, only deeper.

“Wwhat’s all ‘a this racket about?” Not-Eridan demanded, striding through the crowd purposely. He stopped just in front of Feferi, staring down at her with a hard edge that quickly softened.

He was tall, with broad shoulders that actually suited the cape he still insisted on wearing. In one hand he easily held Ahab’s Crosshairs. Eridan still had to wield the oversized laser rifle with both hands. Then, she finally noticed the scars.

Gl’bgolyb had been diligent and patient in teaching Feferi of her empire, which had included feather-quiet songs to instill in her the history of the planet, from beginning to end. The scars reminded her of a tale of the past.

“Dualscar?” she asked, quietly. Dualscar looked momentarily taken aback by the familiarity with which she spoke.

“Howw?” he asked, kneeling down to her level. “You can’t be her Majesty. It’s all-“

“I’m not!” Feferi informed him, smiling hopefully. “I’m Feferi Peixes!”

A moment of recognition flickers past Dualscar’s face, and then he glowers. “Wwe’ll see about that. Tonight. Noww, seein’ as howw you’re barely pupated…” he turns to the crew, who have most scuttled off, uninterested in the theatrics of their captain.

“To the brig wwith her,” he announces, and two huge rustblooded trolls flank her on either side, catching her arms before she has a chance to move. He snarls, viciously, and motions at them threateningly with his rifle. “If you so much as leavve a single mark on her, though…”

They glance to each other uncertainly, but then loosen their hold imperceptibly before marching her off to the underdeck cell.

WIP

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Title: Species
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: Probably safe enough to read if you’re on tumblr
Summary: The surviving players end up on Earth. However, trolls don’t exist in that universe. Standard species-swap bullshit.

As everything around you simply ceases to exist, which is a nearly Eldritch-level state of existence in and of itself, you find that what you assume to be your last thoughts are of the grey-skinned alien boy next to you, with big red trails of tears streaming down his face.

After that, it all goes dark.

When he comes to, the first thing you feels is surprise along with happiness. However, it soon fades to an apprehensive confusion.

This whole process happens in the span of a second, and then you think to actually open your eyes.

There’s been an impact of some sort, centered on you, but you’re surprisingly unaffected, save for having apparently passed out. You sit up, and only then do you take a really close look.

And promptly discover that there are eight kids - all perfectly normal, human kids, surrounding yourself. Rose, Jade, and Dave you recognize, of course. They’re all starting to wake up.

You suspect he know the other four, if only because they’re still wearing their own clothing. But it’s all wrong. They’re not waking up, either, at least not as fast. Rose is the next one to really take in what has happened, and her gaze falls squarely on the extra in Kanaya’s clothing, before she turns to look at you.

You can only return the look, and then glance back to the wild-haired redhead with the gray symbol on his shirt.

Later, after you’ve all moved away (dragging along the trolls, except you need to stop thinking in those terms,) in order to avoid discovery, Jade finds that she is able to still use her powers.

She also finds out that your rag-tag group is only a few miles out of the furthest outskirts of Houston, Texas.

“This is perfect,” Dave remarks, “we can shack up in my old apartment. Nobody will even notice my Bro is gone.”

There’s an uncomfortable silence after that, which only Rose is able to shatter. “We shouldn’t assume that things progressed here as they did. After all, if that was the case, we wouldn’t be here.”

“If that’s the case, then we’re all doomed in an offshoot timeline,” Dave responds, and the silence is back. He then starts to look just the tiniest bit uncomfortable, and sheepishly drags out an old cell phone from his sylladex.

It’s old, and possibly not from this reality, but it works, and Dave dials in his Bro’s number. You all gather around to listen to it ring.

Except it never rings. The number isn’t allocated, Dave’s phone service announces. He closes it before it even finishes going through the message once, though.

“We’ll be fine,” Jade says, and she sits back down on the ground, in between Aradia and Kanaya. “We’ll wait for them to wake up, and we’ll figure out what to do from there.”

You can only agree with Jade, and sit back down yourself. Rose and Dave soon give in and follow suit.

Aradia is the first to awake. You’re all kind of glad, actually, because she just looks down at her hands, runs one through her thick brown hair, and then smiles. Her eyes are surprisingly expressive, a deep brown with just the barest hint of dried blood red.

“I’m okay with this,” she says, and the first thing you notice is that her voice is very soft and pleasant, even more so than as a troll. “At least I’m alive.”

When Karkat starts to stir, though, you all hold your collective breaths. He shoots straight up, snarls in displeasure, and then runs a hand through his hair shakily.

And then he freezes, and his eyes snap open. He should have felt a horn right there, you realize. He stares at all of you, his eyes wide.

And then he realizes what the unfamiliar girl is wearing. “What the…” he starts, so quietly, but you’ve been around him face-to-face enough to know whispers are actually the precursor to a serious freakout.

Sure enough, he grips his hair where the horn should be in one hand, and brings his other up to really look at it. Then he starts shrieking.

“What the fuck!? Are you kidding me? After all of this complete and utter nooksucking musclebeastshit we’ve done it’s really going to, to…” you’ve also been around him enough to know that he actually falters quite a bit more than he does online, at least when he’s really worked up.

But you’ve never seen him hyperventilate, which he’s just started doing. “Shit,” Dave interjects eloquently.

“Fuck you!” Karkat screams at him, and starts breathing twice as hard, only now his breath is even more labored with sharply-inhaled sobs. You quickly scoot closer and grab his shoulders.

“Karkat, it’s not that bad, please calm down, because you’re going to-” Karkat hits you, actually slugs you, and you end up reeling to the side.

You hear somebody start to get up, before Rose says somewhere in the back of you, “Let them do this.”

“You don’t understand! You’ve been a worthless human all your life! Being a stupid troll is all I ever had, and now I…” he falters again, and he’s got his face all twisted up in the kind of hopeless rage that absolutely pains you to see, because it’s still so Karkat. To boot, there’s now a certain human sympathy to it that, against all your attempts at cultural sensitively, you were never able to fully pick up on before.

You suddenly feel a certain sense of self-loathing at subconsciously denying Karkat’s real role as one of your best friends just for being an alien. Before even you realize what you’re doing yourself, you lean back in, too fast for him to retaliate, and pull him to your chest in a crushing hug.

“Don’t touch me,” he tries to yell, but it just comes out as a particularly loud whine. You press your face into his shoulder and shake your head against it.

His breath slowly starts to even out, even as he continues cursing at you. You’re aware of talking behind you, and in lieu of listening to Karkat hiss what a dirty creature you, and by extension he, is, you try to listen to the others.

Karkat’s screaming has woken up Terezi and Kanaya. Terezi is similarly panicking over the loss of her synesthesia, (“I can’t taste anything,” is the first thing she says upon waking up,) though in a much more low-key and ironic way that Dave is helping her through.