Hey! It's Daniel here, trying his best to write good. Stop by my ask and leave a homestuck prompt why don't you? I do anything so go crazy! I also love to roleplay so you should also stop by for that too. Also it's nice to have someone pop in everyonce in a while! It'd be nice to get to know all you guys! Also submit your own work! I'd love to read your own fanfictions, that would probably make me squeal like a baby! And I'm also open for any collabs if anyone wants to do that as well! Either way you guys rock! Thanks!!!
What is Sweetheart Saturday you ask? It’s much like Topless Tuesday or Sexual Sunday actually. Only instead of being all lusty and sexed up, it’s all about fluff. There is no angst allowed. Everything on Sweetheart Saturday is cuddles and smooching and just general being adorable. It’s a day to take a break from your feels-y, heart-wrenching, drama-filled threads and focus on the fluff.
just to show you guys I'm not dead but I've been having trouble with being able to appreciate me own work enough to like post it and stuff so sorry I haven't done any of those requests
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"God damn John slow down a bit." He chuckled breathlessly, but the other knew he was just as anxious as he himself was, his eyes raising to link gazes with the elder male, smiling softly, fingers etching their way across the other's exposed chest, tracing some scars that he found on his way towards the male's jaw, leaning up to kiss him heatedly, rolling his hips back up to get the rhythm back into place, his fingers carding up and curling into his hair, tugging slightly as the other pulled back, turning his attention towards John's neck and jaw, nibbling along the bone outline, the nips becoming more heated as he transcended onto the flesh of his neck. John shifted, tilting his head to give him more access, his heart skipping a few beats in anticipation as his fingers slipped down to run down the other's back, slipping around in between their bodies to hook his fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, tugging impatiently, earning a harsh nip and then, there it was. John's breath hitched and he moaned softly, the feeling making his hips jerk up harshly. The other pulled back to admire the deep red mark that rose against the complexion of his neck and skin, fingers tracing his collar bones as he pulled back with each attempt the raven made to reconnect their lips, causing the other to whine and squirm slightly.
"Broo, come on." He huffed, his words a bit choppy as the other continued to roll his hips into the other, a chuckle rising as he wrapped his arms around the male's waist before pulling back to slip down with a sigh.
"Oh, so you just want to kiss?" He tilted his head, pausing teasingly at the top of his jeans, fingers easily popping the button and undoing the zipper. John could only curl his toes and squirm slightly, fingers combing through his light colored hair, lips a raw red from the treatment they had received from his teeth.
"No, no, never mind." He breathed quickly, face flushed with lust. Bro smirked.
"Thought so..." He murmured, pushing at the pesky fabric, pushing it down to his lower thighs slowly, a free hand coming up to cup him through the thin fabric of his ghost boxers, huh should have guessed. He ignored the fact either way, palming at him slowly, causing his body to quiver and squirm. Whimpering, he pleaded shamelessly, in whispers but begging none the less. Bro gave mercy to the younger male, peeling back his boxers just enough to grasp the base of his dick in his hand, a little impressed because he didn't quite think the male would be bigger than his original thought. Not bigger than he himself of course, but pushing that aside he dipped in to take a audacious lick at his member, the other letting out a low moan, hips rolling up needily. He chuckled, pausing before slowly taking the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue as he sucked at the head, slowly taking him in to the hilt, forcing his throat to relax as he pulled back up, almost about to take him in again, the sweet sounds he was making music to his ears, until a sharp pain in his skull stopped him.
"N-no, stop." The other panted, fingers dug deep into his hair, keeping him from taking him back into his mouth. God damn the kid's fingers and arms were pretty strong, but he obliged, pulling off with a lewd pop and the lick of his lips.
"Really? I haven't even done my worst yet kid." He sighed, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. John shook his head, sitting up and pushing the other back suggestively, which he obliged because he could feel his dick give a twitch just at the thought of what the other might have on his mind. He was straddling his lap, after getting those annoying clothes off, his shirt the only remaining clothing, which was quickly discarded as well, his fingers quickly fumbling with his jean zipper and button, fingers pressing against the noticeable tent in the blond's jeans, earning a soft moan, his back arching a bit into his touch.
"Too bad, but it's my turn." He huffed, with a shake of his head, causing those damp locks to bounce a bit around his face, which the blond brushed back with the back of his hand, curling his fingers into his hair after a second. He hadn't been paying attention to the other's movements above him until a soft moan reached his ears, causing his gaze to snap down to see what the other was doing. John kept his body taut just inches over the other's hips, the bottle of lube the blond had placed on the coffee table at the beginning of their ministrations was open, coated on his fingers and some had even pooled on his jeans, but that didn't matter, what did were those slender fingers working at the raven, not as deep as the other would like to view, but deep enough to cause heat to strum violently in his abdomen. Shifting he bit down on his bottom lip roughly, fingers gripping at his hips as he rolled his hips up slightly, earning a breathy moan, the raven pulling his fingers out after a second, the digits slick with the lube as he tugged those jeans down just far enough to pull the other's member out, cupping him roughly, fingers working at him for a second. It felt like someone hat hit his head, causing it to spin as he let out a gasp loosing his breath there for a moment. John chuckled, the chuckle raw as he pulled his hand away, pouring lube onto his digits, slicking the other up.
"John wait I don't think you-" Bro started, cut off as John huffed, slipping his thumb across the male's slit, rocking up close.
"What was that Bro?" He asked, earning himself a orange hued glare, fingers pulling back as he grinned down at the other cheekily. Bro grumbling under his breath, that breath washing right out of his lungs as the other lifted himself, straddling his hips and rolling his hips back against his dick, before promptly settling down, taking the other in, and jesus christ yeah he's insane. He shudders, and holds back a small whimper, easing down and he's trying his best not to let his hips snap up, his muscles so taut he's sure he's gonna be sore in the morning. Finally he settles, completely flush against the other, lips capturing his own and kissing fervently. He finally snaps back into action, that daze broke by the feel of John's lips against his own as he reaches down, fingers wrapping around his member and his hand moving to the best of the blond's ability, earning a muffled moan to slip into his mouth from the other, his hips rolling slightly. Bro gasped softly, arching and rolling his own hips up, earning a soft whimper mixed with a moan and he gripped at the other's hips roughly, slowly rolling with the raven's pace. John shifted, moaning loudly all of a suddenly, his pace speeding up and driving the blond insane as he let his head roll back against the armrest of the ragged brown futon, at a pure loss for words or noises, it felt that good. It wasn't long before the male was bouncing on top of the other, letting out cries of pleasure every now and then as Bro arched his back hitting that familiar bundle of nerves that seemed to wash away all the pain for the other. His fingers curled, scrapping their way across the blond's chest as he chanted and pleaded for more, it was always more, or sometimes even Bro's name if he curved just right, his finger nails digging into the other's skin. It wasn't like Bro was sparing the other, his hips snapping up roughly with every move, his own fingers gripping at his hips so roughly there was sure to be marks later that evening, but right now both of them were so lost in ecstasy that they barely paid attention to the after effects that would be left behind.
"F-fuck Bro just...f-faster!" He ordered and Bro thought just to stop just to mess with the other, but he was close too and that wouldn't help either of them at the moment, his muscles just as tense as they had been before, but this time they were tensing up for a different reason, that heat creating and building something bigger in the pit of his lower abdomen. It didn't take long, John coming to a climax with a scream, muffling it as he leaned forwards, hiding his face as he rode out the orgasm, Bro following close, grip tightening around his hips as he let out a low moan and a string of pleasured curses. Then like normal they just lay there, catching their breath, John scooting up to help the other pull out of him, both of them wincing as they inspected each other with gentle kisses to one another's forehead and cheeks. Tomorrow was gonna be interesting, but right now that didn't matter because they were still awake and kissing, and John was wiggling in the other's lap again. Here we go.
Its bi pride day so hey shoutout to fellow bi identifying friends and persons know that your struggles are important and real and that I’m v proud of you for facing them in a world that often denies you from both the security of straightness and the support of other lgbtq people know that you aren’t “just half” of anything you deserve full visibility have a heckin rad day
He needs you. He says it over and over like a daying animal trying to make its last wish. You feel sick to your stomach and force yourself still as he clings to you, as if he was five again. You want to run away, you keep chenting to yourself that you're not cut out for this....for responsibility. Dark voices only ad onto the doubt as they tickle your ears with harshful truths about you flaws. Yet here he is, clinging and begging like a lost puppy for your presence. You can't stand how badly he needs your company, you're not sure why but it makes you dizzy and disgusted.
-- sorry I didn't know how to continue jeez huff I just love this artwork and it really inspires me!!!
Sorry this really inspires me I am so sorry just ;u;
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You can't get enough of him. Not even while he's gone. It's a nice afternoon after college classes for him and he's so bummed out a tired that when he gets home he just collapses right onto of you, wrapping those strong yet skinny arms around your chest and burying his face into your chest. You're caught off guard but certainly do not mind. You embrace him in return and hold him there. Cause once you let go you feel broken. He's the better part that keeps you warm in your own bed at night and cheers you up with gentle kisses and he makes you feel complete when he falls into your arms and you hold him close, just like that until the two of you drift off to the feeling of your chests rising and falling slowly.
Wanted to write something for this idea that I found on kejava’s tumblr.
Also as a thanks for following me…!
It’s probably nothing like you were imagining but I still hope you enjoy it~?
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Homestuck Fanfic - 5,435 words - Part 1 of ???
Warnings: native!john & jake,...
hey! This is a quick DaveJohn story to help my friend out and someone else requested a fluff DaveJohn two so here you guys go! It's all fluff!!!
His feet ache, yet he forgets about them as soon as he steps foot on the Egbert household, eagerly knocking on the door, the odd stench of baking reaching his nose. Seemed like Mr. Egbert was at it once again. Sighing, hearing John call that the door was open, he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself, taking in the rug beneath his feet, transitioning into a nice white color, slipping off his shoes he glanced around, giving the harlequins that sat around a nice hard challenging glare. He can hear music, light enough to not making any sense to him, but strong enough to know where it’s origin was from. Following the sound (and smell,) he found himself in the kitchen. Mr. Egbert was nowhere to be found, but yet in his place, John stood, hands dipped under the faucet, a nice white apron tied loosely around his waist. Cute. Starting forwards, Dave wrapped his arms around the other from behind, burying his face into the raven’s shoulder.
“What’cha cooking?” He asked, his voice muffled. The other laughed softly and stopped the faucet, turning to dry off his hands, and then he let them come up to rest over Dave’s own hands.
“Well it’s a surprise really. You came earlier than I asked so.” He snorted. Dave pulled back with a small smirk and shrugged.
“Yeah? I couldn’t wait.” He chuckled. That’s when the tune came on and oh god. He knew this song. The radio was turned down low, but not low enough. He could make out the lyrics. Yeah sure most would think Dave would only appreciate certain genres, but he enjoyed almost every genre. Pulling away, he strutted across the kitchen quickly, slowly turning up the volume until it was blaring.
And I’d give up forever to touch you…
There’s a soft smile on his lips as he melts at the first verse. John watches, intrigued, chuckling softly and tilting his head.
“Are you gonna ask me to dance or what Dave?” He asked, his voice soft, and his smile tinted with amusement. Dave chuckled and made his way back over, bowing and holding out a hand.
“Of course.” He murmured. John smiled and took his hand, Dave standing back up and pulling him close, hands connected, John placing one hand on his shoulder gently, as Dave’s other hand caressed his waist, staying in place as he started to take a step back….Then forwards.
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t want to go home right now…
He took in a deep breath, easing into the beat as he led the other, back and forth, now to the side. His eyes fluttered shut behind those shades as the moved, dancing, hand in hand across the linoleum floor.
And I don’t want the world to see me, cause I don’t think that’d they’d understand…
At that, his eyes flickered open, the sensation of being stopped, and nimble fingers curled around the rim of his shades, tugging them off, setting them on the kitchen counter lightly. Vibrant blue eyes met deep crimson ones, and Dave couldn’t hold off the soft smile in his face as John’s hand lowered itself lowered back onto his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as the raven offered a soft smile in return.
And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming, or the moment of truth in your lies…
There’s a concerned pause, but either way the rhythm continues. Side, side, to, fro, and so on. Dave can feel John’s fingers tighten their grip on his shoulder, and Dave could tell the worry that suddenly struck the raven.
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand, when everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am…
Their bodies pressed close and moving easily with one another, Dave and John traded smiles, as the blond leaned down to catch those lips that he adored so much. Those lips that helped communicate what he couldn’t ever put into words.
And I don’t want the world to see me, cause I don’t think that they’d understand…
Turning on his heel he spun the other, getting a little laugh from him as he reconnected their lips.
I just want you to know who I am, I just want you to know who I am, I just want you to know, who I am…
And it’s over, with a long kiss, the other in Dave’s arms as he kept him close, their lips locked passionately.
They're talking slow. He can't understand. Or it's more like he chooses not to. It's all to surreal. Your chest is tight, too tight and you feel like you're going to choke on your own breath any second. Each breath is shaken by a hiccup, out of fear. What did you do wrong? Where did you go wrong? The last words you catch, are "I will be picking him up in a few, please Mr. Strider, this is for his best." And a click. You look at the phone, all your fears are reall, and god. Glancing over you almost break down into tears as you see his tiny form curled up with lil cal. Where was he gonna go? From foster home to foster home? God why couldn't you be a fucking normal parent? You keep it together, just by a single string though, you've gotts stay strong for you baby brother. He's glancing over at you, curious and knowing something was up, yet his confused face only seemed to worsen your state. He crawls along, plump little body squirming and heading straight for you, and you naturally bend down to pick him up and hold him close. For the last time. Your holding him when there's a knock on your door, and you consider just jumping out the window, but you answer it anyways. Her dark hair is up in a bun, a few grey strands sticking out here and there, contrasting against the darkn hue. Her eyes are boring, lacking any light, just absence of any emotion. You don't want to hand him over, so you just hold him tighter, gritting your teeth as you say hello and step aside, hesitantly allowing her inside. She's tiny and has a little waddle as she passes by, not saying anything, frowning even as she drops her suit case onto the table, opening it and digging around a bunch of paper work. All the while you hold Dave and craddle him close. Again, for the last time, and just that thought, seeing that lady standing there, ready to take Dave away from you forever, you start to cry. You question if she even really does have a heart cause she just watches and taps her foot impatiently. Dave looks worried, eyebrows furrowed as he watches you cry, placing a tiny plump hand on your cheek softly.
"Bo..." He cooed, and you look at him through tear rimmed eyes, pulling a free hand away to wipe at the tears.
"Yeah buddy?" You ask, and he plops his other hand on you other cheek with a giggle.
"Booooo!" He practically shouts. You're bawling at this point and the woman practically pries him from your arms, and Dave's face transforms into a terrified expression.
"Bo?" He asks, squirming in her grip. You follow close behind her, your heart breaking by the second.
"I'm sorry little man." You say, voice quiet. The lady keeps on walking though, not a glance to you, and Dave starts to cry as she starts from the door and you follow, jogging lightly, reaching out, but you pull back. You already have messed up. He's gone. Him and the lady no where in sight anymore and she never even took into account your whole world was crashing down around you. Nothing left but yourself. Alone again. Crumpling to the floor you burry your face in your hands, too ashamed.
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