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  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Bro_(Homestuck), Dave_Strider
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      Published: 2014-03-29 Updated: 2015-11-30 Chapters: 26/? Words: 28764
****** A Collection of BroDave Prompt Fills ******
by turntechnologic
Summary
     I take BroDave requests on my writing_blog
Notes
     Anon Asked: Light Bondage?
     The pacing is awful, I really fucked this up.
***** Light Bondage *****
"Tight enough?" Bro asked as he tugged a little on the soft rope that kept
Dave’s hands suspended above his head. The headboard creaked a little as Dave
pulled a bit, a nod coming shortly after in place of any words. The ball gag in
his mouth would garble any attempt at speech, anyway.
"Good," Bro said, sliding his hands down the bare chest before him. Dave arched
his back gently into his touch as his legs spread more, completely trusting and
willing as he looked up at his brother with dark and needy eyes.
Bro’s voice filled the gaps of silence that Dave would normally take command
of, murmuring and cooing and speaking soft small words of praise as he tweaked
his nipple or bent down to kiss his collar. Minutes passed in a soft and slow
tide as he kissed down his stomach and bit a handful of marks into his inner
thighs.
He was fine with the pace. Slow sex was great every now and then.
Dave, on the other hand, was dying. His breaths were ragged and short as he
tried to force his body closer to Bro’s, tired of the gentle and loving
touches. The pace he had set was infuriating- but there wasn’t a thing he could
do about it.
"Come on, little man, be patient," Bro chastised as he pointedly moved himself
further up his body and away from his cock. Everywhere his fingers hit his
Dave’s skin lit up in little electric shocks of pleasure.
Dave shook his head and lifted his hips up, glaring down at Bro as he managed
to catch his abs and grind against him hard, only to be denied any and all
contact as Bro picked himself up and hovered over him with a predatory kind of
smile.
Dave let his head think back against the bed as he groaned in exasperation
while above him Bro grinned in wicked pleasure.
God, he loved having this much control.
***** Wetting *****
Chapter Summary
     Anon Asked: wetting?
     Anon, /that's my kink/
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"It’s alright, Dave, just relax."
Well. That was easy for him to say.
Dave leaned forward and buried his nose in the crook of Bro’s neck. His bladder
was throbbing in quick, short stabs of pain as he whimpered quietly and fought
the urge to shift closer into his lap.
"You can do it, whenever you’re ready," Bro cooed softly into his ear as he pet
up and down his back, all soft touches and gentle words. A different side to
the Bro who stood facing him with a sword in his hand, or the Bro who pelted
his back with smuppets when he wasn’t looking.
This was the Bro that trailed kisses down his neck, who slid his hands down his
back, who took a firm grip on his cock and stroked until he was seeing white.
Apparently this side of Bro also had a thing for piss.
Dave took short, sharp little breaths as he wiggled his hips against the
pressure. When he cracked his eyes open he could see the lump in Bro’s jeans,
and he cried out a little as his dick gave an excited twitch. A little spurt
leaked out the tip of his cock and he wheezed as he clamped his thighs harder
around Bro’s leg.
“‘M gonna get the chair gross,” Dave protested as he closed his eyes and fisted
Bro’s shirt between his hands. His only response was a light laugh and a
soothing hand on the back of his head.
"Doesn’t matter to me, little man." God, oh god. There went his last argument.
Deep and even breaths were impossible to catch. Bro tugged him a little closer
and all the air in his lungs rushed out as the top of his thigh bumped into
Bro’s hardened dick, still confined by his jeans. This time the leak was
impossible to stop, no matter how hard he tried.
Face and ears burning, Dave shoved himself into Bro’s shoulder as he finally
let himself go.
At first, the stream of piss was thin, painful, but as the pressure was eased
Dave gasped and cracked an eye open to watch his jeans grow damp and heavy with
warm liquid.
Bro let out an encouraging word and finally the thin stream from the tip of his
dick swelled. Everything was warm and light as Dave picked his hips up with a
gasp, rocking his thigh against Bro’s cock as he could feel the hot and wet
spot over his crotch move down his thighs.
Through his heavy breaths Dave could hear the soft patter of his piss hitting
the wood floor. He shuddered softly and rocked his hips down, hard and needy.
The wet sound of soaked denim pulled a shiver out of his spine. A quick glance
down saw Bro’s hips and thigh drenched in bitter smelling liquid.
Nothing really prepared him for the sight of Bro’s flushed face, though, as he
swallowed hard, breath rattling in his chest.
Dave’s hands were already trailing their way down to the button of his jeans,
and Bro tipped his head back with a barely contained shiver.
Alright. Maybe Dave had a thing for piss, too.
Chapter End Notes
     request_here!
***** Pet Play *****
Chapter Summary
     Got a lovely comment requesting some kitty Daves so how could I
     refuse?
     Be warned though, it turned kind of dark??
Chapter Notes
     god I'm so sorry this took me so long
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The soft material of the white-and-red stockings glide up your legs like a
quiet whisper. They hide the goosebumps going down your pale calves, but
nothing can help the raised hairs on your arms.
They’re bare from your wrist to your shoulder, revealing pale and freckled
skin. Thin red straps hold the dress on your frame. The sweetheart neckline is
a little loose on your chest, but you can’t exactly help that. Bro wouldn’t
care, so you won’t either.
With a deep breath, you slide your hands up the warm material of the dress up
to your hair. The cat ears are easy to clip in place, though they do tug
awfully at the roots of your bleached hair.
Bro nearly cried the day you came home and stripped the light color from your
once strawberry blond locks, but even so, you liked it better this way.
You look every bit like the perfectly sculpted doll you want to be for your
brother.
Your phone buzzes quietly from the other side of the room. Loathe to step away
from the mirror as you are, you pad softly across the room and enjoy the
feeling of the feather soft fabric cushioning your feet and the delicate brush
of material across the tops of your thighs.
Wearing a dress is exhilarating. Cool air licks up your legs like a dream, and
you absolutely can not resist bending down at the waist and watching it slide
up your snow white shin.
Bro’s text illuminates your dark room, casting shadows of your cat ears onto
the walls. They are perfectly placed atop your head, and the thought makes you
twitch a smile. Bro would surely love them.
"be home in like five," It reads, ever eloquent as always. Still, the five
words casting a full white light against your face are sending little shivers
of anticipation up your spine. With a steeling breath, you lock your phone and
place it on your desk.
Straightening your back, you step quietly out of your room and move to the
front door.
Should you strike a pose? Look up at him through your eyelashes, pout, bend
over, spread your legs and whine? Should you slide up to his side and wrap your
arms around his neck, peck his cheek, whisper in his ear? Maybe you can drag
him inside the apartment and back him up against the wall? Wind your fingers in
his hair and climb up his body like a fucking jungle gym?
Before you can even smile at the thought, the door swings open and Bro steps
into the apartment, carrying with him the scent of alcohol and perspiration,
the sweat and stench of a club and the patrons who bump and grind and praise
him higher than any god in the blissful moments they are under his control.
It’s the same state of mind you live under at all times. Nothing about this is
healthy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy like this.
"Is this all for me?" Bro asks in a quiet voice as he shuts the front door and
steps closer to you.
Of course it is. Everything is for him.
"Yes," The little flick of his finger prompts you to spin for him, the dress
picking up and billowing around the tops of your thighs for his greedy eyes,
and that makes your cheeks flush and your lips twitch up. His attention is the
one thing you need most in this world, and it feels so good when you get it.
Before he can bend down to drop his bag on the floor you are up next to him,
sliding your hands up his chest and over his shoulders with a delighted little
shiver. You want to look like this when you grow up- right down to his scratchy
stubble and his large, warm hands.
"You seem eager, kitten," He mocks softly as he lifts a hand to run through
your hair and scratch behind the fluffy cat ears on the top of your head. You
nod, confirming his suspicions as you pull your dress up your creamy thighs,
showing off the tops of the stockings as they hugged your legs.
You can tell Bro finds the look tantalizing when he kneels down right there and
pushes both his hands up your leg, starting at your kneecaps. You drop the
dress and let him discover your lack of underwear on his own- when he does he
smiles broadly, the dress spilling over his arms as he slides his hands back
around and gropes your ass in exactly the kind of way that makes you wish you
were already rid of your clothes.
"Go bend over the futon," He says, dropping one of his hands down to tug at the
hem of your stocking. You step away with an excited little lurch in your tummy,
all smiles and a giddy laugh as you nearly skip over to the futon and do what
he says. Bro is quick to follow- you love seeing the eager bounce in his step
that only comes out in your presence.
His fingers are like a cool breeze on the back of your knee and you spread them
wide to invite him in further.
Come on, Bro, come on and consume me.
His mischievous smile sends your stomach into another bout of flips, and,
honestly, you should have been expecting him to slip his head under the red
fabric and bury his tongue between your ass cheeks.
"Ohhh, ohh," You find yourself cooing in pleasure as you pick yourself up on
your toes and grind back on his tongue. Bro holds your cheeks apart with a
bruising grip that makes your fingers curl in the pillow delightedly. Maybe
they’ll leave bruises. You can’t wait to see.
He swirls his tongue around your hole like he’s trying to taste every inch and
presses in like a man who has been dying of thirst had found an oasis.
Hell yeah- you’re the oasis. It is you.
You almost can’t feel his finger slide in beside his tongue. Your own index
finger is caught between your teeth, bearing the bloody marks you stamp into
the flesh with every fiery flick of his tongue. Maybe he’ll kiss it for you,
later, after you crawl into his arms with some made-up excuse about bad dreams.
You always come to him at night. It makes you feel safer with his body around
yours, a warm protective barrier between your small form and the dark world
outside. Part of you hopes you’ll always stay slight enough to fit in his arms
like that forever.
He’s got three fingers in, now, and you’re taking them like a champ. The both
of you have been in this position many times before, it really wasn’t a
challenge any longer to take his thick, calloused digits. You’ve learned to
anticipate, welcome and appreciate the burn.
Bro likes to keep you on your toes in more ways than one.
"Are you ready kitten?" he questions as he pumps his fingers in and out a
little quicker, scissoring you, spreading you wide. You’re so ready you might
scream, but you manage to nod hazily and grind back against his hand instead,
soft words falling from your lips.
"Yes, please, please Bro."
His cock is thick and heavy, just the way you like it. The rapidly drying spit
dribbles down the head and creates a strand of connected saliva between your
hole and his dick, and before you can scrunch your nose up at the image he’s
moving, pushing in and holding your hips tight. You can hear the urgency in his
breath. You can feel it in his fingers. He settles with a low groan, palming
the swell of your ass and spreading your cheeks to watch his cock pull out. The
dress falls up your chest and rumples against the back of the futon as he
hoists your hips up higher and you lick your lips and take shallow breaths as
your head nods on it’s own.
"God- yeah, fuck, yes yes!" The words leaving your mouth pass no resistance
through your mind. they bleed out of you more than anything, and you can’t be
bothered to patch it up. Besides, Bro think’s it’s sexy, and he tells you so
when he praises your tongue with a filthier one of his own.
"Good kitten, Dave, come on baby you’re workin my dick real good, love how
vocal you are kitten." His hips slam into yours hard enough to scrape the legs
of the futon across the floor. His belt buckle scrapes up the inside of your
thigh in freezing pinpoints of ice-cold that make the hair on the back of your
neck stand on end even as the rest of you is melting.
You rock back against him, chanting his name as best you can every time your
ass bounces off his cock.
It sounds like a prayer. You’re okay with him being God.
Before you can reflect on your new religion Bro picks you up around the middle
and pulls you off his dick. The loss is devastating and you can do nothing but
cry out as he tosses your slack form over the side of the futon, and before you
can think he’s vaulted over the back and urging you to get up, get up on your
knees, get that ass in the air.
Yeah. You like this position a lot better.
When you’re choking on your own spit you can hear the soft sounds of his
breath, quick and uneven, almost like the rhythmic slap of skin that promises a
sore ass and a lovely nap. You’re beginning to lose your words as you find your
tongue tripping and your front half falling into the pillows beneath you.
"Good boy, good boy," Bro pants as he takes a firm grip in your hair that has
your balls tightening just so, and you whine and thrash under him because
you’re right there, if only he would let you-
"Come on Davey, let’s see it, you can come now."
Arching your spine you shriek and release, muscles clamping down and eyes
flying open. You can’t see a thing other than a pure white screen, and you’re
out before you hit the pillow.
Bro will clean you up, though.
Chapter End Notes
     request_here!
***** Scat *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked: scat?
Chapter Notes
     This is shit (haha)
     Seriously tho if you aren't into this then please don't read it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"You’re disgusting."
The thought doesn’t bother you the way he wants it to. In fact, it makes your
heart pick up a little and your gut twist. He’s probably looking for some kind
of shame to have been evoked by his words, but bothered isn’t the same thing as
hot and bothered.
"Did you hear me, Bro?"
You nod a few times and just open your arms, a shit eating grin on your face as
you beckon him closer. Dave takes a step but freezes almost instantly, his
shoulders hunching and his ears burning as he very discretely curls in over his
stomach. All you can do is feel your eyebrows furrow a little as your hips pick
up a little bit on their own accord. What traitors. You were trying to play it
cool, here.
"Come on, come here," You growl, already fed up with his stupid slow movements
and his cute little hips and his adorable little ass. You want that ass in your
lap now.
Dave takes his sweet time coming closer, his head high and his gait cramped and
awkward. The closer he gets the more obvious his discomfort is. Little beads of
sweat are visible on his forehead, and you want to lick it off the minute you
watch it trail down the side of his face.
Eventually he stands before you, tall and elegant and graceful in his
humiliation and discomfort. The snarl on his face is enough to make you swallow
hard and reach out, opening your legs further and leaning back in your desk
chair. Dave takes you up on the offer and gingerly lowers himself on your lap.
The sound of his stomach churning and groaning and gurgling is almost as loud
as your own heartbeat.
"You’re disgusting," He repeats, face buried in your neck as he squeezes his
thighs reflexively around your own. The light and airy gasp is all you need to
hear to know he’s felt the hard cock under his ass.
"I know I am," You mumble, sliding your hands down to his ass reverently.
Dave’s muscles contract beneath your fingers in that tell tale desperation that
has your hips pushing up and grinding against him slowly. Your torture is slow
and precise as he sighs your name quietly and trembles in your arms. His
stomach groans and he whines, some of the sweat on his forehead dampening your
shirt.
“It’s okay, Dave, just go,” You say as you kiss his cheek encouragingly. You
might have felt bad if you could contain your excitement.
Dave takes a deep breath, and oh, oh there it is, his lower body tenses and
your hips pitch up against him shamefully fast, breath uneven and hands locked
firmly in place on his ass. The back of his pants are getting heavy under your
hand and he chokes on his spit as he lurches forward and tries to hide himself
further into you in his embarrassment. You take pity on him and lift one hand
to rub up and down his back soothingly, cooing softly in his ear when you can
remember how to say a few more words other than “fuck.”
Your other hand slides down a little further and grips the seat of his pants
firmly. The way little groans are still leaking from Dave’s stomach tell you
he’s not finished, and the thought puts your brain into mush as you blue-screen
beneath him and grind your hips up against him hard, all shudders and pants and
need under him.
You can smell it, oh god, oh god it’s so disgusting…
“B-Bro,” Dave whines as he lifts himself up off you in protest, his face
twisted into a little expression of disgust as his upper body writhed a little
to try and escape from the mess you’re undoubtedly spreading across him even
further.
“Fuck, fuck Dave,” You just arch your hips further, nearly toppling the chair
as you release with a grunt and crush your lips to his as best you can- though
you maybe land them on his cheek. You can’t tell, exactly. Everything feels too
good.
After a minute or two of heavy breathing and light aftershocks that make your
eyes roll back and your dick twitch in pleasure, you kind of wake up to a very
disgruntled Dave sitting in your lap.
“You owe me, like, twenty blowjobs.”
“Come on, let’s get you to the shower.”
You’ll get on those right away.
Chapter End Notes
     request_here!
***** Kissing *****
Chapter Summary
     Got a request for some smooches.
Chapter Notes
     gaaaah I always forget to update this.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dave rolls over onto his back and smiles at the door. The telltale sound of
keys in a lock rouses him enough to drop the x-Box controller to the floor and
stretch, his arm falling happily across his stomach as he addresses the man to
come through the door.
“I thought you said you’d be back by eleven.”
Bro scoffs lightly and shuts it behind him with his foot, his hands otherwise
occupied by a number of plastic bags that they both know Dave won’t bother
asking to help with. Bro’s raised a spoiled little bastard. And a cute one, at
that.
“I missed it by five minutes. I’m trash.”
Dave stands with a smirk. He’s growing, no longer a young boy of thirteen as he
stretches his arms over his head, that old ratty record-printed shirt lifting
up at the hem to show Bro a smattering of featherlight scars across his
stomach. As he passes by him, a little grumpy expression on his face at being
forced to carry all these groceries by his very lonesome, Bro nearly drops a
handful of bags in favor of petting the soft looking scars by his hips. Part of
him is sorry he’s left them there, and the other half is pleased Dave looks so
strong.
It’s a weird thought, but Bro’s a weird guy.
Dave follows him into the kitchen and paws at his back while he dumps the bags
onto the counter. They’re filled with nothing but junk- Pocky, apple juice,
cookies and Doritos. All they eat is junk, but at least they’re happy.
“What do you want,” Bro asks as he looks back at Dave over his shoulder, mouth
turned down in a confused little expression as he watched his little brother
brush the hem of his own shirt up his back. There were stray cuts and marks and
scars across his body too, all the same lighter tone than the rest of his
lightly tanned skin. Trophies from bar fights and drunken brawls, a mugging,
some kind of accident or two.
They’re both reminded of a simpler time, when Bro could lull Dave asleep with a
few stories about his adventures and his expeditions. Of course nothing at all
could compare to the kind of lullaby Dave got these past months.
Wow. Has it really been months?
“Five whole minutes. Do you know how worried I was?”
Bro rolls his eyes and turns back to the food, a little smile curling his lips
up a bit despite his best efforts. Dave would make such a quality housewife.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. What’s a guy gotta do to get back on his bro’s
good side?”
Dave rolls the idea around in his head a few moments, chewing on his tongue,
casting his eyes around as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt. Bro tries to
not let that get to him, but the little almost-contact is enough to make his
heart feel light and his stomach do one of those gay little flips that only
ever happen around Dave.
Goddamn, he was in deep with this kid.
“One kiss for each minute.”
Bro picks up a carton of milk and glances back at him quick enough to have been
an accident. Bro Strider doesn’t make accidents, though, so it was completely
intentional as he moves past him and opens the fridge.
Dave never outright asks for anything like this. He’ll demand new headphones,
feel entitled to a new pair of shoes, get up in his face about a car, or a
laptop, or a mixer, or a camera, but he doesn’t ever outright press him for
kisses.
“A whole five? Damn, kid, you’re greedy.”
He’s unshaken as he stands before Bro, arms crossed and everything. Thankfully,
he does not seem to be aware that Bro is powerless to refuse him anyway.
Bro closes the fridge and turns to look at him. His baby brother, glorious in
all his sixteen-and-then-some years. Most of the cute, pudgy baby fat has
disappeared from his form, and it’s kind of hard to see the little dork who
used to bounce around the apartment.
He’ll always be there, though, in the back of Bro’s mind. Small, delicate,
happy and cute.
The first kiss Dave gets is that kind of kiss. A little peck on the tip of his
nose, the kind he used to ask for when he was little and laughing and so small
in Bro’s arms.
“Come on, Bro, really?”
Alright. So he’s a bit old for little chaste kisses like that. No worries, he’s
got this under his control.
“Relax, princess, just warming up.”
The second kiss he gets is a warm peck to his forehead, a little nuzzle of his
nose to Dave’s full hairline. His hair is soft and sweet smelling under his
gentle press. The kind of hair Bro would have if he didn’t bleach his to shit
every other week.
“Swear to god, Bro.”
“Damn kid, you’ve got no patience.”
Dave’s huff is so indignant that Bro can’t help but press his next kiss to his
cheek, a ghost of a laugh over his skin and a ruffle to the top of his hair.
Dave is seething in rage by now, and his hands flash up to catch Bro’s face in
his hands as he pulls his head away and glares daggers into his eyes.
Yeesh. If looks could kill…
“Stop fucking with me, I want a damn kiss.”
Bro tips his head to the side and kisses his palm out of spite, a wicked smile
on his lips as he looks innocently up at Dave and rubs his cheek against his
hand like a cat begging for attention.
Dave is beyond pissed now, his cheeks kind of red, his mouth kind of pouting,
his eyebrows kind of drawn. It’s a good look, it suits him. Bro makes a mental
note to torture him some more.
“Do I really have to do fucking everything by myself?” He says, voice full of
exasperation and eyes full of something close to love as he picks himself up on
his toes and kisses Bro hard. One of his hands sneaks behind his neck, hauling
him down closer, pulling himself up further. Bro snakes his arms around Dave’s
waist as this happens and bends down to take the strain off his poor neck, all
too happy to finally meet Dave and all his energy.
Their teeth clatter awkwardly, partially due to Dave’s eagerness, partially due
to Bro’s lack of attention. It’s hard for him to function properly when he can
taste Dave, anyway, so he just lets it happen.
When they finally break apart it’s with a noisy little suck, Bro’s tongue
sliding messily out from Dave’s teeth as they both try to gasp a little more
air into their lungs. Dave’s lips are wet and red, beautiful to look at and
nearly impossible to resist, but when Bro leans back down to kiss him again he
gets a finger against his lips and a smug little grin an inch away from his
face.
“Uh-uh. I only asked for five. It’s your fault you wasted them.”
Chapter End Notes
     request_here!
***** Dirty Talk *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked: uh brodave with dave having a dirty talk kink~???
     (whispers i just love any and all stridercest and i love dirty talk
     so a dirty talking bro while fucking dave just seems hella great)
Chapter Notes
     lol I should not write dirty talk???
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Bro gets you. He gets everything, really, but that’s besides the point.
He gets what you mean when you arch your spine beneath his fingers softly, he
gets what you mean when you grip his shoulders a little harder at some
particular moment. You’re understood when your mouth opens and anything but
coherent words come out.
You’re usually quiet during sex, only treating him to small little murmurs and
gasps and whimpers when he manages to drag them out of you, and he takes great
pride and pleasure in doing so.
It’s the perfect fit, really, because the thing that makes you loudest is when
his lips are just beside your ear, purring in his low, rusty voice all the
nasty things that make your hips stutter and your mouth fall open.
“God, Dave. What a slut,” Bro says as he hovers over top of you. You’re
inclined to agree when you spread your legs a little further and push your ass
further into the air, slick and open and practically begging for his cock with
the way you grind back against the air like you can force Bro to move faster.
“You don’t even have to tell me how much you want it, I can see it for myself,”
He says in that slick voice that’s like cool silk and honey. “Bet you’d do
anything for me right now, huh? Bet you’d reach back and spread yourself open
for me and look at me with those pretty little eyes. Go on, I wanna see it.”
You comply- of course you comply- and reach back to grip your asscheeks in your
had as you spread yourself open for his greedy eyes and your greedy, greedy
ears. Bro huffs out a quiet little noise you’d categorize as a groan, and
before that little bit of pride can properly set in he is grinding his dick
between your cheeks and smearing around the lube he put there only minutes ago.
“I’m gonna make you sing for me today, my little prince.” He says in that voice
you love, and you don’t doubt it for a second. “Bet I could make you come just
from my cock alone, right? Can’t wait to see your face, see how good I make you
feel. Maybe just sit back and watch you take it in, spread your ass open and
feel you sink back onto my cock.”
You whimper softly and try to bury your cheek in the pillow. The embarrassment
his words evoke in you always makes your cheeks burn and your stomach do flips,
but you wouldn’t trade it for the word. Especially when he leans back and
follows through on his promises.
Bro holds your pretty asscheeks apart with one hand as he guides himself in
with the other, a low little rumble coming from the back of his throat as he
appreciates the view he has. “That’s it, take it, greedy little thing. Feel
good, Davey? It does for me, you’ve got the perfect ass, fucking tight…”
You shudder hard and arch your back, pushing your hips back against his as you
nod your head and try to hide further into the pillow. You can feel a groan
bubbling up inside you, helped along by the hard hand on your hip and the rough
scratch down your back. When he swats at your ass and growls his next few
words, your eyes fly open wide as you gasp.
“Come on, little whore, I wanna hear you today, even over the sound of your
choice ass bouncing on my cock, and we both know how noisy that can get.”
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Chapter Summary
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Chapter Notes
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"Hey, hey. Easy on the ass, dude, that’s my money maker.”
Dave out a nervous laugh as he slowed his hand down and poured another shit ton
of lube onto his fingers, trying his best to ignore the shaking in his hands
and the waver in his laugh. This was scary stuff.
Bro arched his back lazily into the softer treatment, little sighs and murmurs
of encouragement leaking out from his mouth, lips turned up into a gentle
smile. Dave was suddenly very, very glad he’d asked to be facing his brother
during this event. He could get lost in those eyes for days on end. Sometimes
it seemed as though even a glance of that warm, honey gold color was enough to
pull a smile onto his lips even in his darkest of moods. And oh- that smile.
What he wouldn’t do to see it every minute of the day.
“I think you’ve got enough lube there, captain,” Bro said as he cracked an eye
open and smiled at Dave, his eyes bright and full of love. Dave’s cheeks flamed
a little under the expression but he snapped the cap to the lube shut with a
little jump as he looked down at the mess he was making.
“Shit- sorry, Bro, I wasn’t paying attention,” He said, his voice pitching up
in a way that made his inside curl. The comforting hand in his hair steadied
his nerves, though, and soon all was right in the world again as Bro spoke. His
brother was always the best at soothing, no doubt about it.
“Nah, it’s fine. This just means I’ll be extra ready.” Bro lolled his head back
and spread his legs a little further apart, cock bobbing against his lower
stomach and dabbing the skin there with wet little stains of precum. Dave could
feel himself staring in awe, his lip between his teeth and his cheeks growing
darker and darker as he watched him move. Bro was the most beautiful man on
earth.
Eventually Bro spoke up again, voice lazy and slurred with arousal- arousal,
that he, Dave, had caused- and motioned for the strapon dildo, egging Dave to
just “get on with it already,” as he canted his hips up and curled his fingers
in the pillow.
Dave scrambled for the strapon and fumbled to get it on, ears burning all the
while. He probably should have put this on first, now Bro was waiting, growing
impatient, probably disappointed that he didn’t just have a dick ready to go-
“Easy, Dave. You’re doing fine,” He said with a soothing voice as he sat up on
his elbows and kissed the light freckles on his cheek. Dave quirked a small,
nearly nonexistent smile as he pressed his cheek into the contact and lubed up
the silicon cock firmly in place on his hips.
Bro propped his legs up and lifted his hips with an inviting wag of his
eyebrows as he let his top half fall back to the bed. He coaxed Dave forward
with a quiet request for a kiss and delighted in the shift of their hips until
he could wind his legs around Dave’s waist, elevated a little as he rested his
lower back and ass on the tops of Dave’s thighs. It took a little work but
eventually Dave was able to press the head of the cock into Bro with this
position but Bro was having none of that missionary bullshit, opting instead to
slide his fingers between Dave’s gross lube-soaked digits as he kissed his
knuckles and pull him a little bit closer.
“Come on, Dave, I ain’t gonna break.” He said with a wicked little smile. Too
entranced by the flushed skin under his gaze Dave felt himself leaning closer,
his hips shifting forward on their own as he dropped his head to Bro’s
collarbone, tongue and lips finding sweet, salty skin. Bro gave an appreciative
little groan as he arched his hips up and pressed back against the dildo,
pushing back against Dave’s hips and putting pressure right on his clit. Dave
took in a sharp breath and ground his hips down, vying for more as he curled
his hand a little tighter in Bro’s grasp.
“Come on, little dude, fuck me.”
Nodding his head a little, Dave took a deep breath and did just that.
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***** Self Harm/ Daddy Kink (Pt. I) *****
Chapter Summary
     Lina Strider requested a self-harm and daddy kink fic. I filled this
     in two parts, I hope you like them uvu.
Chapter Notes
     I struggled a little in writing this because I never feel like I do
     topics like this justice. Since that was the case I actually filled
     this request in two separate pieces because I couldn’t actually bring
     myself to smush the two parts into one. This part deals with self-
     harm in particular.
     If anybody is struggling with anything like this, please remember
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You were so tired.
So thoroughly, wholly and completely tired. Far past the point of feeling it in
your bones. This was the kind of tired that dragged down on your shoulders
until you would walk through the hallways at school with a guarded and heavy
slump, hunched over as you tried to appear as small as possible. It was a
blessing to see eyes pass right over your form like you weren’t there. It
helped you pretend that was true.
There used to be a time when you liked having people’s attention. One day,
though, some switch flipped in the people around you, and the name Dave Strider
couldn’t pass someone’s lips without a snickered remark. You used to laugh
along with them- hell, you said a few yourself, just for the fun of it.
They started hitting below the belt before you knew it, and everything just
compounded. All those nasty comments bred within themselves in a disgusting
cesspool of lies around you, around your home life, around your brother.
Insults, slurs, all the verbal abuse that made your fists clench only served to
harden your shell, but first time you heard something against Bro you went off
the handle- did a fucking pirouette, it was insane- and you caught the guy
across the face in one of the hardest punches you’ve ever thrown in your life.
The principal gave you a suspension, and Bro’s mouth was in a thin line when
you tried to explain your side of the argument. Just that look on his face was
worse than any of the words that were spit at you when you sat alone at lunch,
stomach in knots so tight you couldn’t even look at your food. You felt like a
failure, you felt worthless, useless, and when you logged on later that night
the internet just screamed those facts right back into your face.
You were so tired. Far past the point of feeling it in your bones.
So, you tried to make yourself feel it.
The first time you cut it was far too sloppy for your liking. The lines weren’t
straight, the blood went everywhere, and you wanted to pull your hair out of
your head because you knew you were going to do it again.
You couldn’t look at your brother, you had the horrible, horrible feeling that
he knew, that he could see right through the sleeves that you always tugged a
little lower down your arms. The worst part was that you couldn’t help but look
back. You’d always thought he was gorgeous, sure, but. Never on this level.
The first time you beat off with his image in your mind you dragged your sorry
ass to the toilet and threw up. If he knew- if Bro ever caught on it would mean
the end. He was the one thing that kept you sane most days, that kept you alive
and kept you happy. Bro was the one thing that you loved in your shitty life,
and you had to go and fuck that up. Your attraction to him made you sick to the
stomach and your gut coiled tighter every time your eyes lingered a bit too
long, or swept down a bit too low. You wanted to be the cute girl he brought
home, you wanted to be the name on his lips when he jerked off, you wanted to
be the person he held to his chest every night and you were sicker than a dog
for thinking that.
Like hell he’d return your affections. If he didn’t kick you out of the house
he wouldn’t speak to you ever again, and you weren’t entirely sure which would
be worse.
One day you were lazily dragging your fingers down a new set of fresh scars.
They’d only just healed, only just formed those ugly pink scabs that itched
like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You were about to pick at them when there
was a short knock at your door and Bro called from behind the wood.
“Hey, kid, open up.”
You sat up a little straighter and rose from the corner of your bed, hastily
pushing the sleeve down your arm. You knew better than to ignore him- the last
time that happened you nearly lost an eye when he bashed the door open and
threw a firecracker at your face with an announcement that dinner had arrived-
so you opened the door with as cool an expression as you could muster. Your
eyes did the same run-through- look at his hair, admire his jaw, drool over his
chest and linger on his hips. You were so tired.
“What’s been going on?”
Shrugging softly you just reach up and brush under your nose in a casual little
gesture as you let your shoulders fall back into place, a little slumped in his
presence. You couldn’t ever look as good as he did.
“Bullshit. What’s been going on, Dave,” He said with a growl as his hand
flashed out and caught yours around the wrist. Visibly flinching, you try in
vain to pull your hand away as you feel the new skin on your wrists pull under
his grip and it’s painful, really, but for a second you’re just glad you can
feel something. Bro’s been the only thing that could make that happen,
recently.
“I dunno what you’re talking about,” You said, tone a little shaken as you
manage to curl your fingers around the hem of your sleeve and tuck it into your
palm. His fingers dug in a little tighter and you bit your lip against the
quick stab of pain but it’s soon over as he adjusts his grip and takes your arm
a little closer to the elbow, clearing the new scars.
“Show me. Right now, Dave. I know they’re there, I’ll fucking strip you if I
have to.”
“There isn’t anything, Bro, fucking lay off.” You’re angry, now, bristling
under his touch as you attempt to pull away once again. He lets you this time
and your hand carries back into your chest with a little bit of force behind it
and you just glare at him from behind the safety of your shades.
You aren’t prepared at all for his next move. Bro hits you square in the chest,
his fist colliding with a solid sound that sends your breath flying out of you
like he popped a plastic bag. You don’t even feel yourself falling backwards,
too stunned to react otherwise, but by the time you come to your senses Bro has
you pinned to the bed as he sits on your stomach and wraps his hands around
yours.
“Fucking listen to me, Dave. You have to stop this! I don’t want you to live
like this, alright? I want you to be happy, I want you to go outside, I want
you to have friends but most of all I want you to fucking love yourself,
goddamnit!” He snarled as he ripped down your sleeves and exposed the angry red
scars that lined your delicate skin.
His voice cracked when he spoke next as he replaced his hands in yours again.
“I can’t stand watching this any longer. I should have done something about it
ages ago. I’m a shitty guardian, Dave, but please don’t beat yourself up over
that. You deserve a lot better than me. I’m just sorry I can’t give that to
you.”
Through his whole speech your eyes were shut tight, trying to forget his words
and block them out as you refused to hear his brother put any of the blame on
himself. His last statements, though, really struck a chord in you and you
found your eyes snapping open as your looked up at him.
“Shut up! Shut up! Stop saying these things- it’s not fucking true, Bro!” You
spat in his face vehemently as you tried to wrestle your arms out of his grip
so you could claw at his face like all the burning rage in you thought was a
good idea.
Bro just shook his head and kept a firm grip on your hands as you thrashed.
“Stop, don’t deny it, Dave, come on. I see you looking at me, I screwed up, god
you must hate me.”
“I don’t fucking hate you!” Bucking up, you attempt to throw him off of you as
you try to rip your hands away a little harder. He was holding fast, though,
unyielding and unmerciful while he hesitates above.
“Well, you should.”
“Well listen, I do right now, Bro, so just get the hell off me.”
Bro’s guarded face crumbled a little and you refused to acknowledge it as you
stared back at him, trying to not see and trying to not feel.
It’s been so long since you last felt anything that it was too much to handle.
“I’m sorry, Dave.” He said in the quietest voice as he leaned down and kissed
the side of your mouth gently. Even before you can properly register the
contact he is gone, the door to your room swinging open under his hand as he
beats a hasty retreat, but for once in your life Bro wasn’t as fast as you.
Your cold, thin fingers take a firm grip in the back of his shirt as you drag
him back with as much force as you could muster. Bro had the decency to pause
in his motions.
“I’m sorry.” He said again as he turned his head back towards you, though his
shades were pointed at the ground.
“Stop saying that. Don’t be sorry.” You said as you let go of his shirt and
stood behind him, shoulders hunched as your eyes focused on the ground too. You
could see him move, just a little bit out of your field of view before his
chest was right against your nose and his arms were sliding around your
shoulders. He breathed out and the air from his nose ruffled the hair on the
top of your head, and you might have bitched about it if you weren’t trying to
not cry.
“I love you.” You said in a choked voice as your arms slid right around his
waist. Bro nodded above you and tightened his arms. The strength in that motion
made your ribs hurt but you would not trade that feeling for the world, because
for the first time in a long while you were feeling something good, and it only
felt better when he mumbled those same words right back to you.
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***** Self Harm/ Daddy Kink (Pt. II) *****
Chapter Summary
     Second half of the self harm and daddy kink fic. Hope you like it
     sweetheart.
Chapter Notes
     I wanted to make this part a lot happier and more focused on trust
     and love, so I’m sorry if the whole daddy kink part seems a little
     out of place, or like it doesn’t fit entirely into the fill.
     If anybody is struggling with something or just needs a friend, I
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The first time he let you kiss him Bro was nervous as all hell. Jumpy,
skittish, anxious. It was like he could hear all the footsteps in the city
coming for him at once and, more terrifyingly, coming to take you.
The second time you kissed him Bro picked you up and spun you around. It got
you dizzy, but that was fine, because he held you tight when he put your feet
back on the ground and smiled into the top of your hair like you didn’t know
about it. You did, of course, and you teased him about it, but only slightly.
The third time you kissed him Bro wouldn’t pull his lips away. He let them
brush across your cheek, by your nose, down your jaw and against your ear. It
left you breathless, honestly, and he only smiled as he took your hand and
pulled you further into the apartment so he could do that lame thing where he
drapes himself across you on the futon and does nothing but breathe in the
scent of your hair for an hour. It’s his favorite part of the day. You don’t
tell him, but it’s your’s as well. You know he knows anyway.
Somewhere along the line his kisses spread to new places. He trailed his lips
down your neck, across your shoulder, down your arms. At first you tried to
pull away, pulling your sleeves back down and turning your face as you curled
your fingers into the hems of the fabric. He let you do that, always let you
know that your comfort came first. But Bro never failed to remind you that you
were beautiful. Scars and all.
So, eventually, you stopped pulling your sleeves back down. His fingers would
hold your hand delicately as he kissed at the thin pale, ugly lines. If he saw
fresh ones he would be extra gentle, but you liked it best when he could kiss
you like he wasn’t afraid you were going to shatter. So, little by little, you
stopped.
And you felt good.
The first time he took you to bed Bro was nervous as all hell. It was cute,
really. He fumbled and stuttered and his cheeks were perpetually red. He made
you laugh and smile and you wanted to stay with him forever, especially when he
hugged you tight when you were done and you were both still shaking.
The second time he took you to bed he made it his mission to kiss you so
thoroughly that you were afraid to open your eyes because it just didn’t seem
possible that so much love could be felt through one simple action. His hands
were soft and his words were even sweeter, and it was so nice to be able to
believe in something like that.
The third time was a little different.
Bro was leaning over you, one hand in your hair as the other kept himself
braced above you. His legs were on either side, hips open and inviting for your
fingers to slide up and tug at his belt. You managed to pull it out and cast it
aside before you turned your face up and smiled at him, eyes bright and
curious. Bro had that look on his face. Kind of guilty, more than a little
afraid. And very, very embarrassed.
“What is it,” You asked as you slid your hands up his sides and pushed his
shirt up his body.
“Nothin, nothin I was just thinkin’.”
“Mmmh. You shouldn’t do that. You’ll get hurt.”
Bro removed his hand from your hair to swat at your thigh lightly. “Shut up,
you little punk. I was gonna be serious for a minute.”
Sliding your hand down to tentatively rest your fingers on his, you closed your
eyes and kissed his jaw softly.
“Go ahead, dude, I’m listening.”
Bro fidgeted above you, obviously a little uncomfortable as he absently laced
his fingers with yours. The action made you smile against his skin as you just
enjoyed the proximity.
“Would you, uh… You know. I mean, you don’t have to, it might be weird.”
“Just spit it out dude.”
“Would you call me Daddy?”
You had to crack your eyes open for that one.
Bro’s face was beet red as he stared at your chin pointedly, obviously awaiting
your rejection, your laughter, maybe even perhaps your disgusted reaction.
Bro always made sure you were comfortable in bed. Guess it was time for you to
return the favor.
Smiling at him, you reach up and cup his cheeks so you can bring his face down
towards your own. He seems to relax a little under your gentle touches, and
that makes you feel better than anything.
“Can I have a kiss, Daddy?” You ask, voice small and uncertain as you look up
at him with eyes brimming with trust and hope as you watch his cheeks flame and
his jaw clench under your fingers.
You know his response is a yes when he nearly crushes you into the bed and
kisses you harder than he’s ever done before.
Bro was the one person you trusted in the entire world. Just having the chance
to show him that trust in return was all the incentive you needed- hell, you
were partial to that kink, regardless. But when Bro allowed himself to be
vulnerable in front of you, you finally had the opportunity to be the one to do
the comforting, and you were not going to let it pass you by.
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Chapter Summary
     anon asked: :o do you still take brodave fic requests? :o b/c i
     really love alpha/beta/omega stuff. any sort of a/b/o, there are a
     lot of different things you could apply but i don’t care which :3
Chapter Notes
     I don't know a lot about this au so if you see something off I'd be
     more than happy to fix it uvu
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He knew something was up when Dave closed the door behind him gently.
Bro sat up from his position on the futon and furrowed his eyebrows. His first
instinct was to vault over the back and pin whoever it was who had come into
the apartment against the wall with a sword shoved through their chest because
whoever it was, they sure weren’t Dave.
Dave didn’t ever, ever close the door gently. He slammed the door, he kicked it
shut, he slumped against it in a fit of drama and slid to the floor with a
groan as the front door snapped shut behind him- but he didn’t ever close it
gently.
But, much to Bro’s bemusement, Dave stepped into view.
“Hey, Bro,” He said. All the hair on the back of Bro’s neck was standing on
end. Dave was standing in the hallway with one hand in his pocket, the other
one secure on the strap of his backpack. He lifted the hand from his pocket to
rub a little under his nose, and Bro could feel his eyes narrow.
There was a fine line between acting casual and barely holding it together.
“What happened?” Bro said as he stood up and placed the beer in his hand on the
coffee table. He stepped around the back of the futon, and his movement stirred
the air in the room and oh. Oh.
“Holy shit.”
Dave’s face crumpled as he dropped his bag to the floor, trying to move as
stiffly as possible, as if he could prevent any more of his newly acquired
scent from penetrating the air. It didn’t help, though, and another wave of
sweet musk caught the dying breeze from the window and nearly crippled Bro
entirely.
God, he hadn’t ever smelled anything that divine.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” Dave said as he shifted uncomfortably, his
fingers jammed into his pockets as he hunched his shoulders and kept his gaze
on the door. “Go ahead and tell me you’re disappointed. Believe me, Bro. I was
shocked, too.”
Bro stood there and felt his jaw clench and unclench, but, really, resistance
was futile. Dave of course knew he was an unmated alpha, but up until today
they could only guess as to what Dave would be.
“I- I’m not disappointed,” He said, his hands automatically reaching out to
pull his little brother into his arms. Dave didn’t come willingly, but the
moment his head touched down on his chest he dissolved into a fit of tears that
tore at Bro’s heart like a pair of claws had dug through his ribs.
“A-a fucking o-omega, Bro, I’m a-an omega,” Dave cried as he fisted the alpha’s
shirt in his thin fingers. “I’m gonna have to- to be a fucking-g housewife, and
I don- don’t wanna have kids!”
Bro rubbed up and down his back soothingly as he buried his face in the top of
Dave’s hair and shook his head defiantly. Male omegas were treated like shit in
Texas, but it wouldn’t be too hard to find a new home, somewhere safer, where
Dave would be able to leave the apartment without a whole slew of slurs thrown
into his face.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Dave, it’s okay,” Bro said as he pulled back and carded
the hair that had fallen onto his tear streaked face back over his forehead.
Dave’s thick sweet scent was slowly drowning him, but he swallowed hard and
pushed on. “It’s gonna be okay. Were you okay coming home? Nobody gave you any
trouble, did they?”
Dave sniffled a little and wiped his nose with his sleeve, spreading a thick
line of snot across it as he buried his face back into Bro’s chest. “A couple
alphas came up to me during school, and one or two tried to get me to go with
them when I was coming home. I was really scared, you weren’t wi- I was alone,”
He said, shoulders shaking again as he wrapped his arms around the alpha’s
sides so he could anchor himself down for another frenzied bout of tears.
Bro could feel his blood boiling at the very thought that anybody would dare
treat Dave like a piece of meat- his Dave, his little brother… Even if Bro was
watering at the mouth and probably harder than anything as he tried to keep his
hips away from Dave’s body as best he could.
“Shh, shh… It’s not gonna happen again, Dave. I promise.” He said as he pecked
the top of his head and slid his hands up and down his back a little faster.
“I’m gonna call the school and break all their eardrums with my yelling, and
find those guy’s names, and I am going to beat the snot out of them because
that shit is hella rude and totally uncalled for, and I will track down these
assholes that thought it would be a good idea to scare you on your way home and
murder them slowly because you deserve a lot better than what any of those
douchebag alphas were prepared to give. You’re more than ‘just an omega,’ Dave,
don’t forget that.”
Slowly, steadily, Dave’s tears slowed as his fingers went slack in Bro’s shirt.
Eventually he was able to pick his head up from his chest and turn his blood-
shot and puffy eyes up to him, and Bro felt his stomach turn in knots as he
smiled down at his delicious little brother. God, what kind of a fuck up was
he?
“Thanks, Bro. But please don’t kill anybody, I like the fact that I can come
home and see you here, and not all over the TV as Houston’s most wanted.”
Before he could build further off that thought, Dave shifted a little
uncomfortably against his chest again, and his cheeks went a little red. “But
uh. What do I do about like. Like when I go into heat…”
Bro’s cheeks flamed as he very nearly sagged to the floor and took Dave with
him. He forgot about the heat thing.
“I’ll get you some toys,” Bro said as he cleared his throat and tried to not
drool too awfully at the thought of his little brother clamped down on a
silicon cock and gripping at his shirt because ‘it just isn’t enough,’ and
before he could actually pin Dave to the floor he managed to pull out of his
grip and pat his head in a very platonic fashion. Breathe, Bro. You can do
this. “That shouldn’t be any trouble. Do you know when you’re due for your
first one? I don’t know a thing about omega biology.”
Dave shook his head no and smiled a little under Bro’s hand, and god, he had
never been looking forward to and dreading one singular event more in his life.
“Alright, well, that’s cool. We’ll just wing it. I’m sure I have an unopened
butt plug around here somewhere. You’re gonna be okay, Dave.”
Bro watched as his little brother relaxed under his words, and he smiled a
little to himself as he picked up his bag and retreated to his room for the
mean time.
And Dave would be okay.
It was Bro we had to worry about.
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***** Neko!Dave *****
Chapter Summary
     Pancake Tomfoolery asked for Neko!Dave and cuddles so I absolutely
     could not turn them down
Chapter Notes
     I was super surprised by the amount of positive feedback for the a/b/
     o prompt, but I have a couple requests to get through before I can
     whip up another chapter, so I apologize in advance for the wait!! In
     the mean time, please enjoy some cute Neko!Dave and kisses uvu
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Rain pelted the windows so hard, it sounded like the delicate glass panes were
being battered by stones. This kind of noise was unprecedented, and after the
first clap of deafening thunder Bro stood up from the futon and called out for
Dave.
“Hey, kitten,” He said as he ducked down and looked under the futon. There was
no sign of him anywhere in the living room, and he turned to pad into the
kitchen. The poor thing was probably curled up into a ball the size of his fist
by now, maybe even shaking hard enough to vibrate the floors. Dave didn’t do
well with loud noises, but when Bro made a sweep of the kitchen and came up
fruitless, he remembered that he probably should have tried to find him
earlier.
The bathroom was empty, but really Bro was just stalling now. He knew where
Dave was, and it most definitely wasn’t the bathtub. Whenever he had to drag
him out from under the bed, though, he would stand up with a couple new
scratches on his arms.
“Dave, you in here?” Bro said as he pushed the door open to the room and looked
down to see a dark shadow under the bed. Another loud crash of thunder saw the
figure shrink back further to the wall. He got down on his knees and lowered
his top half down to the floor, until his cheek was pressed into the cold wood
floor. There was no way Dave was comfortable there.
“Hey, kitten, come on out.” He said in as sweet a voice he could muster,
watching Dave’s eyes catch the light and blink up at him warily. “Come on,
cutie. I’ll protect you,” Bro really had no hope of coaxing Dave out with his
words alone, but just as he was about to reach under and try to entice him with
the promise of cuddles, a flash of lightning bright enough to illuminate the
poor kid startled him enough to send him flying out from under the bed and
barreling into Bro’s chest.
Well, that was easy enough.
“Shh, shh shh,” Bro said as he sat back and wrapped his arms around Dave’s
back. The little form in his arms was quivering hard enough to shake Bro’s
shades on his nose but he cooed quietly as he pet down his back slowly. Dave’s
tail was puffed up to maybe three times it’s normal diameter, and his ears were
flattened down against his hair as tight as they could go. Even his fingers
were digging into Bro’s back with a vengeance as he tucked his face into his
neck and whined.
“Brooo, make it stop…”
Bro shook his head sadly and kissed the side of Dave’s jaw. “I’m sorry, Dave. I
can’t do that. It’s just a storm, though, it won’t hurt you.”
“That’s bullshit, you can do anything,” Dave whined again as he tried to pull
himself impossibly closer, and Bro let himself laugh at the thought.
“Normally I would heartily agree to such a statement, but I’m afraid I haven’t
got much a say in the weather, kitten. You wanna go sit on the futon with me? I
won’t let you go, promise.”
Dave nodded his head some, and Bro could feel his tremors lessening with every
passing moment he spent in his arms. It was a good feeling, being so comforting
to someone.
Bro stood up carefully, though he probably didn’t even need to keep his arms
around Dave with how tightly he was wrapped around him. But, a promise is a
promise, and Bro walked into the living room with his arms securely around him.
He sat down with Dave still in his lap, and it only took a few minutes for him
to loosen up and pull his head away from the crook of his neck.
Dave still looked uncomfortable, but hairs on his tail had calmed slightly, and
his ears didn’t look like they had been superglued to the top of his head. Bro
leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently, and even that got them to perk up a
little more.
“I have got the cutest kitten in the world, haven’t I?” Bro cooed as he pressed
his lips into the corner of his jaw. He could see Dave’s chest puff out a
little under those words, and that only made Bro even more certain about that
fact. Nobody could compare to Dave, honestly. His gentle blond hair was softer
than silk, and his ears were just the same. Bro’s favorite thing to do was kiss
them gently and watch them flutter under the ticklish feeling. When Dave would
let him touch his tail he’d tease him gently just to watch it flick around,
maybe even curl around his wrist some.
“I am pretty adorable.”
Bro grinned and nodded his head as he rubbed up and down his back a little
more, happy to just feel his warmth against him for the moment. Dave was
calming down at an astonishing speed, and the thought made his own chest swell.
Hell yeah Bro was good at caring for Dave.
He turned his head some and kissed the corner of Dave’s mouth, and he could see
his red eyes darken a little out of the corner of his vision. Dave pressed a
little closer, and though rain was still pounding at the window, this time Bro
could see a different motive behind the movement.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Dave Skips School *****
Chapter Summary
     OMGfanficlife said:
     I usually don't leave comments but I love your work and I think it
     would be nice to see what you could do with Dave leaving to go to
     school but Dirk lets him have a skip day for his own reasons. ;)
Chapter Notes
     oh man this was not my best fill
     gomen friend I will do better next time uuehshsk >~
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“Sup, Bro.”
Looking up from his laptop, Bro watched Dave shuffle into the kitchen, hair
almost neat and shirt probably clean, same as every Monday morning. It was a
shame, though. Bro knew Dave’s hair looked at it’s best post-sex.
Ooh. Now there was a thought.
“How much bullshit are you gonna sit through today?” Bro asked as he turned
back to his laptop, watching Dave move about the kitchen carefully from behind
his shades.
“All the bullshit,” Dave said as he moved to the fridge and opened it up. He
poked around it’s contents a little, probably a little miffed at the low supply
of apple juice. “I’m going to be wading in it, Bro. Up to my ass in nothing but
fecal matter. When they open the doors all the students will be flooded out of
the building on a giant wave of shit.”
“That was a great image, Dave, really poetic.”
“Thanks. I’m gonna submit it to the school’s literary magazine.”
Bro smirked gently as he returned his eyes to the screen in front of him. Well.
It wasn’t like Dave was gonna do anything important in school today, it
probably wouldn’t hurt… So wrapped up in thought, Bro didn’t offer anything
else by way of conversation, but Dave knew him well enough to see the gears
spinning in his head.
“Why all the sudden interest in my academic life, bro? My report card not good
enough for you? You know that F means Freakin’ Awesome, right? Swear to god.”
Bro nodded his head, playing along as he lifted a hand to scratch his nose.
“Well, you seem to be pulling a lot of Freakin’ Awesome’s, lately. It’s like
you’re not even trying.”
Dave crumpled a little across the table, his facade cracking a little as he
looked pointedly at Bro. “I’m pulling a high C at the lowest, Bro, no need to
fret here.”
Pushing his laptop away, Bro picked one of his legs up and crossed his foot
over his knee. He eyed Dave across the worn and scarred table, already trying
to undress him with his eyes as he spoke up again. “Oh, I know. Seems like
you’ve been putting a lot of work in, recently. You probably deserve a break
today.”
Dave’s interest was peaked, if the way his head snapped over to look directly
at his brother was anything to go off of. Hell yeah, he deserved a break. Why,
though?
“Come on, lay it on me. I know this comes with a price, what do you want?”
“Stay home today. Kick back, relax, take a load off and change into something
more comfortable. The dress I bought you the other day should work fine.”
Damn, it really wasn’t hard to make Dave flustered. Next time Bro was totally
gonna do that when the kid had a mouthful of apple juice, just to watch him
suffer.
Ten minutes later Bro was stretched out on the futon, shirt riding up his
taught stomach and hat falling to the floor. Dave was back inside his room,
fumbling and cursing and making enough noise to rouse the neighbors, and that
would hardly do.
That was only supposed to happen when somebody had a dick up their ass.
“Get the hell out here, kid, I ain’t got all day,” Bro shouted, a smile on his
lips that carried out into his voice. The movements in Dave’s room ceased and
he could almost see red eyes burning holes through the door.
“I hate you.”
Bro grinned and faced the ceiling as he tapped his feet together, eager and
impatient for Dave to just join him already. There was only so long a guy could
wait with a hardon, god damnit.
Eventually, the door to Dave’s room clicked open and shut behind him, and a
startling, sharper sound echoed through the apartment as he walked closer. Man,
he didn’t even have to ask for him to wear the heels, too. Dave was really
spoiling him, today.
Bro sat up on his elbows and let out a low whistle as Dave strode into the
living area, hands stiff by his sides and knees uncomfortably close. The dress
hung off his shoulders perfectly- Bro couldn’t do a better job himself if he
tried. It was a lovely shade of red, one that suited Dave as he spun around
under Bro’s prompting. An ambitious slit revealed most of his left leg, nearly
up to his hip as the rest of it billowed out around him in a beautiful
slipstream of silky fabric that had Bro’s mouth watering and his jeans
tightening.
It didn’t take long for Dave to spot that second little detail, and that only
made his cheeks as red as the dress as he stood still before him again. This
wasn’t the first time the two of them fucked around- not by a long shot.
However, the dress was still pretty new. New enough for Dave to whine when Bro
sat up and beckoned for him to come closer so he could slide his hand up and
around the pale skin of his upper thigh.
The tall heels just pulled the whole thing together, and Bro was about ready to
fall to his knees and beg to lick the immaculate shoes clean.
“Let’s go outside. I want everybody to be jealous of me for having such a cutie
on my hip.”
Dave groaned some and pushed at Bro’s head as the older man tried to plant his
face between his thighs, his cheeks red and a small smile turning the corner of
his lips up.
“Man, I don’t think I’m the one who needs to go to school if you think I’d set
one foot outside in this dress.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Vertical Labret *****
Chapter Summary
     Bookichu said: jealous Dave who gets a piercing to be rebellious and
     bro thinks it's hot please~
Chapter Notes
     I should have had this done two weeks ago, friend, I am so sorry you
     had to wait so long unu
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At least she was pretty. It was like an angel was hovering over you the entire
time. Damn, if you’d known all the Maryam chicks were total babes, you would
have dropped in ages ago. It was too bad you left crying your eyes out, and for
a moment you really thought you had a chance with the older of the two.
Rose patted your back comfortingly and you brushed her off, hauling your poor,
sore self down the first flight of stairs while she said goodbye for the both
of you. You were kind of incapable of speech, and everything was much too numb
for your liking.
But really, there was no reason why it should take ten minutes to say goodbye.
This was what you got for leaving your friend alone with her girlfriend. There
was probably copious amounts of macking, and that was only fun when you were
involved.
You sullenly kicked the step by your foot. There would be no kissing in your
future for the next couple weeks.
When Rose finally resurfaced, out on the warm Houston streets, she laughed some
and handed you a small plastic bag. You had long since left the cool air
conditioning in favor of the burning sidewalk what seemed like hours ago, but
it was still nice to see a familiar face, and one that didn’t stare at the wad
of cotton you kept pressed into your lower lip.
“Care instructions,” she elaborated helpfully, “I suggest you follow them
diligently. Porrim was also kind enough to supply you with a small packet of
sea salt, which will help it heal faster. I will not insult you by reminding
you of how… unfortunate things could turn if you chose to not follow the
directions you’ve been provided with, but please, Dave, for the love of fuck,
don’t forget to clean it.”
You pawed for the package, only half-listening to your friend as you hunched
down to peer into the side-view mirror of a car parked on the side of the
street. Of course you already knew all this, you did your research. Which was
also why you were so grateful when Rose brought up that Kanaya’s smokin’ hot
older sister would be willing to pierce you for considerably less than forty
dollars.
Gingerly, you pulled the cotton away from your lower lip and tentatively opened
your jaw, admiring the bright studs as they caught the light and nearly
sparkled in the mirror. It was perfectly placed, and it looked clean, if a bit
swollen.
Hell yeah. You were rockin’ a vertical labret.
“Don’t worry, Rose, come on,” you said as you straightened up and smiled,
wincing at the pull and the shift of your lip that came with the motion, “I’m
gonna be careful.”
There was no room for err. You had someone to impress.
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It didn’t really sink in that you’d gotten your lip done until you were
standing outside the apartment door. Or, more specifically, that you got your
lip done in order to get your brother’s eyes on you. Were you really so
desperate? Were you really so eager to have his attention that you would
scratch and claw for it like this? Sure, you looked hot. You looked hot even
before the piercing. But maybe with this, you would finally be hot enough for
Bro. Maybe he would stay home tonight with you, instead of leaving for the
club.Maybe the shock had numbed your whole fucking brain, too, because all too
soon your hand was on the knob and you were thinking long and hard about what
your brother was going to say. What if he didn’t like it?
Surely he would be okay with it. Right? He’d never said anything against
piercings, but he didn’t have any of his own. Unless there was something under
the hood that you didn’t know about- not that you thought too much about what
was going down there but, hey, a bro can dream, right?
Alright. You were pushing the door open, that was a thing that was happening.
No more thoughts about Bro’s dick, not until later at least.
At least he’d look. At least you’d have his attention. If Bro had a problem
with it, he could take it up with you on his own. You weren’t gonna say a thing
and that was all there was to say on the matter.
Shutting the door behind you firmly, you paced into the apartment with your
head high, your best “I don’t give a shit” expression in place, even if your
lip was still a bit sore. You could make this work.
Each step closer to your room was another cold finger of fear around your
heart, but you were getting there, you were nearly in the clear! Just one more
step and you could put your hand on the doorknob and shut yourself inside to
cry about how scary Bro would be if he saw your piercing- when he saw your
piercing.
You nearly collapsed when his voice cut through the air like a knife against
the tight tendons on your neck. You didn’t even realize how hard you’d been
grinding your teeth in anticipation, but once you heard him everything seemed
to melt. You were in so much trouble.
“Hey, kid, come on in here.”
Maybe you could just ignore him. Say no, continue into your room. Pretend you
didn’t hear him when his voice could probably carry for miles with how clear he
sounded.
“Yeah, coming.” Ouch, you forgot about the labret. You dipped your tongue down
and traced the tip against the warm ball on the top of your lip, admiring the
way it heated up to your body temperature. It was going to be a bitch in the
winter.
Slowly, you padded into the kitchen, the source of your brother’s voice. He was
hunched over his laptop, facing away from you as his fingers danced across the
keys, and you had to resist the temptation to just drape yourself across his
back and feel up those strong, corded muscles in his arms as you watched them
move. There was something really wrong with you.
“Thinkin' about gettin' a job at one of the clubs, quitting the pizza place.
They said they’d pay me $200 a night for the last set, and I’d get free
parking. Alright, I’m not really thinking about it. I’m taking the job. Just
thought I’d tell ya.”
Your heart was sinking lower into the pits of your stomach as you nodded your
head some, silent behind him. He couldn’t see, but you were too distracted to
really give him a decent answer. All this meant was he would be out later, out
longer, out more often, home less and never around. Basically, nothing would
change. Except he would get paid to do it, and he wouldn’t come home smelling
like pepperoni.
“Cool,” You said, finally catching up to the conversation and giving him some
feedback, all the feedback he needed. He didn’t really care too much about what
you thought, at least in your sullen mind.
“Yeah, isn’t it?” He asked, and before you could react he was turning in his
seat and looking up at you with a smile, shades off and eyes bare as he
grinned. You are absolutely starstruck for a moment, unable to move, unable to
speak. You couldn’t look away from his eyes as they were automatically drawn to
the silver studs in your lip, and only then did you realize you weren’t ready
for his reaction.
“What’s that?” He said, nodding his head in your direction. It took you too
long to find your voice.
“Vertical labret.” You said, stiff and quiet.
“Uh huh. Just get it?”
You nod, and take a step back. He’s so impossible to read. Not a twitch in his
face, not a light in his eyes. He’s still, completely so, and you’re about to
turn to leave, probably run the fuck away from home, when he jerks his head
back some.
“Come here.”
Oh god, oh god. He wanted you to come closer for the beating, Jesus what an
asshole, couldn’t he get up and come to you himself? Your movements are just as
stiff as your voice as you trek closer, and your bending down at the flick of a
finger, sticking out your neck for what you can only assume to be the death
blow.
You had a short, shitty life.
Bro was silent as he pursed his lips and leaned in some. His eyes were narrow
and his nose kind of scrunched up. At least you’d die with a pretty view.
You weren’t really prepared for the gentle thumb on the bottom of your lip. He
pushed against the lower of the two studs and you pulled your lips into a thin
line, the pain kind of snapping you out of whatever state you had fallen in.
“Don’t touch it, asshole, I want it to heal right and your greasy fingers
aren’t gonna help.”
He smirked some and slid his other fingers under your chin, and you glared at
him some as you allowed him to push your head up a bit.
“I’m bein’ careful, fuck off.”
“Can’t do that with your hand all up in my mouth, Bro, come on.”
He pressed hard on your bottom lip and you whined some, screwing your face up.
For one wild moment you thought he was gonna rip it out of your lip, but
instead he just removed the pressure and thumbed across the top of your lip.
“Open up.”
Well, alright, you were more than willing to comply. You let your mouth fall
open easily and you watched as his did too. There was a lot of very confused
blood in your body, half of it running to your cheeks and the other dropping
right down to your dick. You felt lightheaded.
“Looks pretty good, little dude.” He said, and Bro’s voice was rich and dark,
just like his eyes as he looks up at your own and back down to your lips.
There’s a surge of stupid courage running through you, and you manage to grin
at him. “You know, it tastes even better.”
Bro doesn’t miss a beat. He leans forward and closes his lips around your
bottom one and he sucks, gently, pulling the skin around the piercing with the
suction and you right along with it. He was eager to accept you into his lap
and you were all too willing to press in as close as possible.
His tongue was warm against the stud and he flicked over it hard, and you
inexplicably connect the action with the thousand of porn films you’ve seen
where the man brutally assaults some girl’s clit. Your cheeks were burning as
you shied away, the pain causing your stomach to pitch some with nervous
butterflies. You might have separated from the kiss if it wasn’t for his hand
on the back of your head, but the pain wasn’t nearly as potent as the arousal.
Bro went more gently from there, rolling his tongue against it and closing his
lips around first the top stud and then the lower one. You felt quite a bit at
a loss as you sat there and kept your mouth open for him, willing and pliant,
all too eager to please even as you whined for a little bit of attention to
something other than the metal in your lip.
He pulled back and smiled, some kind of shit eating grin on his face with wet
lips and red cheeks, and you just squirmed uncomfortably in his lap.
“Hey, asshole, I did this so I could kiss you back, it’s not for you to just
suck on.”
Bro leaned forward and closed his teeth around the lower stud of your vertical
labret and he pulled, tugging you forward with it as you went a little fuzzy
with the pain. This man had no consideration for your own personal well being,
did he? What an awful guardian.
“Come on, I know you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Well, yeah, I am, but I still want a proper kiss, thanks.”
Bro laughed a little against your lips before obliging you, and you found
yourself leaning heavily into his chest with your fingers wrapped desperately
in his hair at the end of it.
“I’m not really supposed to be kissing anybody yet.”
“Well, I bet you aren’t supposed to suck dick, either.”
“… I’ll just do a good job cleaning it.”
Chapter End Notes
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     for all your late filled prompt needs
***** A/B/O with knotting? *****
Chapter Summary
     anonuvu asked for a/b/o with knotting and I :u
Chapter Notes
     Friend I'm so sorry unu I was in a huge writing slump for a while and
     when I finally was able to put something down on paper for this it
     just didn't end up how I think you would have wanted. It was just
     hard to get into the idea of writing another knotting thing on top of
     the one I'm already working on, and even that one was giving me
     trouble. So, I decided I'd take this a different rout and incorporate
     something I'd been meaning to write about for a while now, which is
     why it's basically just sexting.
     I'm sorry unu.
     Also, I've tried to code the colors into the pesterlogs, but I'm not
     gonna worry too much about those for now, sorry.
     I dunno how many of you are reading heat, but this is a stand alone
     drabble, though I may incorporate it into the story later on
     depending on how lazy I am.
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The bus ride home, at least in your opinion, sucked even harder than English.
There was nothing fun about sitting in a cramped, confined space with thirty
other assholes, all of whom tried to talk over one another to people on the
direct opposite side of the damn bus from them. Would it really kill them to
sit a little closer to their conversation partners? There was only so much
bullshit your headphones could dilute.
As you climbed on board and gave the driver a half assed nod, you plopped your
ass down right in the first seat. Not exactly prime real estate, but you really
didn’t feel like listening to the asswipes in the back shout about how high
they were gonna get once they were home.
These kids had no class.
You shrugged off your backpack and dropped it down next to you, leaning back
against the window and kicking your leg up onto the seat beside you. Anyone who
dared to pause in front of your seat would get your signature scornful look,
because you were not here to babysit some snot nosed kid who would complain to
you until your brutal half an hour ride would come to it’s eagerly anticipated
end.
Eventually, though, the doors squeaked shut and you closed your eyes. The
driver attempted to wait a minute longer to see if any of the more rowdy pricks
would settle their asses down, but he soon gave up in favor of shaking his head
and starting the engine, and the whole rusty, funky smelling contraption
spluttered to life and began to crawl away from the school.
God, you fucking hated the bus.
Shrugging up your hoodie some to cushion your head against the cold window, you
pawed around your pockets to try and locate your phone. Maybe you could bother
Bro for a bit.
Just thinking of him sent a gay little thrill down your spine, and you ironed a
budding smile off your lips as you pulled your phone out and saw that a
pesterchum message was already waiting for you. You never thought you’d be one
to find a mate halfway through senior year, and damn but were you surprised
that he would even return your affections. God. You were one lucky guy.
TT: Man, I can’t wait for you to get out of school.
TT: It really sucks waiting for you to get home, that shit takes hours.
TT: At least you’re a lazy piece of shit who doesn’t participate in any
ridiculous after school activities.
TT: Could you even imagine?
TT: Dave Strider, the newest addition to the Anime Club.
TT: Oh wait, you’d probably go for something more “artsy”.
TT: Don’t leave me for the photography club.
You rolled your eyes some, but this time the smile was impossible to stop. You
pulled the phone a little tighter into your chest before replying.
TG: holy shit dude im not joining any clubs
TG: when even was the last time i did anything extracurricular
TG: aside from that one time when i was like six and you signed me up for tee-
ball like does that even count
TG: maybe ill join a club just to get back at you for that
TG: but the fact of the matter is
TG: you missed me bro
You watched Bro’s name flutter around on the screen as he messed around with a
reply. Somewhere behind you a group of girls squealed about some guy’s knot.
Smirking to yourself lightly, you secretly relieved in the thought of your
brothers. Now that was a knot. SUre, you’d seen plenty, and yeah, most of it
(all of it) was through porn where petite, delicate omegas whined and bucked
and pleaded for their mate’s swollen dicks to tie them down, but you were
positive none of them could compare to Bro’s.
You remember the first time you actually saw your brother’s knot. The two of
you had tangled in bed a couple of times before. Unfortunately, nearly the
moment after your bro had released inside you, you had passed out each and
every time against his chest, ass clenched down hard on his tremendous girth.
Bro would stay hard for ages, though, and it was the best feeling in the world
to grind down gently against that knot in your hazy, dream-filled state of
bliss.
Eventually, when you were able to wrestle out a couple kinks from your cryptic
older brother, you managed to figure out Bro was one hell of a voyeur. Already
pretty great at putting on shoes, you had all his attention for what must have
been an hour that had Bro panting in his seat even before you touched him. But
since he was being so good for you, you had decided to reward your alpha by
climbing up into his lap and- holy shit.
It took a bit of persuading, but eventually a very embarrassed Bro let you pull
him out. You loved the feel of it in your hands. It was big, and thick, and
nearly burning to the touch as you leaned forward and all but worshipped it
until he came.
You didn’t exactly want to say you were a slut for knot, but really you were a
huge fucking slut for knot.
Before you could get any further down that line of thought a water bottle
ricocheted down the length of the bus and the whole back row burst out in a fit
of giggles that effectively jarred you out of any more less pure thoughts. It
was probably for the best, too, because as you grumbled some and shifted in
your seat, you very suddenly grew aware of the rapidly growing wet spot in your
briefs.
Well fuck. Thank god your pants were black, that ought to hide it a little.
Shaking your head some, you turned your attention back to your phone to try and
distract yourself from both the actual six-year-olds in the back as well as
your now slick backside. Being an omega sucked sometimes, but at least all the
windows were blown wide open, and it wasn’t like your scent was the only one on
the bus. Though, as you scanned Bro’s next few lines, you noticed that this may
become a problem.
TT: Do not.
TT: At least, not entirely.
TT: I miss certain things.
TT: For instance, your complaining and bitching and whining are definitely not
some of those things.
TT: Neither is the smell of your feet.
TT: But I do miss your ass.
TT: And your scent.
TT: Though I guess I have plenty of underwear to sniff.
TT: I dunno, though, it just ain’t the same.
TT: It’s hard, Dave.
TT: It’s hard and I want you to sit on it when you get home.
Your cheeks were red, you knew, you could feel it. And what was worse, you
could sense your pheromones were on the rise along with your arousal. What
definitely tipped you off was a disembarking student who had passed your seat
to exit the bus. He paused for a moment and sniffed before his cheeks went a
bit red, and you watched as he glanced around quickly before beating a hasty
retreat back to his house.
You just hoped to god that the air circulation in the bus was decent enough to
keep the driver unaware.
TG: seriously bro
TG: im on the damn bus
TG: dont get me riled up dude
TG: i dont want to walk up 20 flights of steps dripping wet
TG: what if i flood the place
TT: I think you can handle it.
TT: Come on, babe, indulge me?
TG: no if were gonna do this its gonna happen in person
TG: youre all set and ready to go over there
TG: probably jerkin it already
TG: i cant fucking do a thing on the damn bus dont fucking knot until im there
to take it
TT: Relax, Dave, I’ve got more control than that.
TT: Look, you’re maybe ten, fifteen minutes out and by this point,
TT: This will just act as foreplay.
TG: the whole bus is gonna smell like horny omega
TT: Good thing you’re fucking mine.
TT: And when you get home, I’ll give you a nice big knot to prove it.
TT: I want you to go to school tomorrow still smelling like sex.
TG: thats gross but ill humor you
TG: what kind of sex
TT: The best kind of sex.
TT: Sex with me.
TG: never mind
TG: im not gonna sext with you
TG: i mated with a narcissistic asshole
TT: Sure did.
TT: Hey, do me a solid and send me a picture of your junk.
TT: I haven’t seen the little guy all day, he’s definitely something I miss
about you.
You were rolling your eyes so hard you saw white, but but the time you looked
back down to your phone Bro had sent you a file.
TT: How’s about I give you a picture to persuade you.
TT: It’ll be like an art trade, except we’ll both just receive pictures of the
other’s peens.
TT: So, it will be better.
timaeusTestified sent file “WhatDaveIsSupposedToSitOnLaterToday.png” to
turntechGodhead
Peeking around yourself, you squeezed your body back against the window and
down further into the seat before closing your eyes and accepting the file.
In the moment that it took to get it to load, you had worked up the courage to
open your eyes.
Bro’s dick sat thick and proud in his hand, fully erect and rather persistent
looking. The head was flushed a deep, beautiful red, and an obvious vein
crawled it’s way up the side of his cock. You had that vein memorized, and your
mouth watered as you imagined your small pink tongue tracing up it in exactly
the right way to make his cock twitch.
One of the best things about your alpha was how easily you were able to pull
reactions like that out of him. It’s like he couldn’t help it, especially when
it was you who he was watching.
In front of you, the bus driver shifted uncomfortably in his seat and his eyes
flickered around the mirror as he exhaled slowly.
TG: thanks bro
TG: youve successfully increased my pheromone level and now have alerted the
bus driver
TG: its all your fault my tantalizing scent is rolling over him in waves
TG: i cant see but im sure he has a raging erection
TT: Good thing his dick isn’t nearly as pretty as mine.
TT: Or yours, for that matter.
TT: Anyway, what did you think? Judging by the bus driver’s stiffy, I’d say I
did good.
TG: alright ill admit you did a good job
TG: i kind of really want to sit on it
TG: and i also really dig the idea of riding it until you call my name and yank
me down tight over your knot by my hips
TG: thank god for birth control because i dunno what i would do if i couldnt
feel you fill me up with your cum
TT: That’s the spirit, Davey.
TT: Don’t worry, I’ve got a big load waiting for you, you’re gonna love it.
TT: Santa’s sacks are full, if you catch my drift.
TT: Ho ho ho.
TG: please dont
TT: Sorry. Moving on.
TT: I can’t wait to watch you, though.
TT: You always make the best faces when I knot you.
TT: It’s like you think you’re in heaven.
TG: im surprised you havent filmed it yet
TG: thats something id like to see
TG: it does feel like heaven on that thing though
TG: i could fall asleep on it
TT: You have. It’s real cute.
TT: You grind a little in your sleep, and it basically makes it impossible to
calm down.
TG: shit i sound adorable
TT: You are.
TT: Especially when you try to deepthroat me
TT: Wonder if you could fit my knot if you tried.
Swallowing dryly, you looked away from your phone, that damn blush still going
strong as you looked out the windows. Your street was only a couple blocks
away; you were the next stop.
As you gather your things, the bus seems oddly quiet to you. All the guys seem
to be looking down and the girls are bright red in the face, some of them mad
looking, and you realize why when you stand up and step over to the small set
of stairs that would lead you off the bus. Your scent was everywhere, thick and
overpowering, and it seems like it’s alerted quite a number of people. Well, at
least it was quiet.
You jumped out of the bus quickly and started to the door to your apartment
complex with a little smile. Your underwear was soaked, but even the prospect
of a little chafing wasn’t gonna slow you down as you scampered up the steps to
what you know is going to be one of the best welcome home’s you’ve gotten to
date.
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***** BABY DAVE!!!!! *****
Chapter Summary
     A FLUFF FILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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As far as little kids went, Bro Strider believed his was probably the coolest.
Dave didn’t puke everywhere, cry too much, or pull on his hair or piercings. He
could even say a few rad words, which was also pretty bitchin’, at least until
his preschool teachers would call him and demand to know why a three year old
was tottering around saying things like “tits and ass.”
“Are you his legal guardian, Mr. Strider?” The secretary asked dubiously
towards the end of the call, and Bro could feel her suspicious stare through
his cellphone.
“Yeah, our parents died a few months ago, I have custody.” He said, pinching
the bridge of his nose and pushing his shades up as he did so. “I’m twenty,
alright? I’ve got a job, I can pay bills, I can feed the both of us and all
that shit. CPS keeps a sharp eye on us.”
When he picked Dave up that afternoon Bro strapped him in nice and tight in his
car seat and informed the preschooler that they would be learning some new
words that night.
“Bro?” Dave said, slumping down against his older brother’s chest after a
thorough educating on words such as “anarchy,” “civil disobedience,” and
“communism,” “Do the other kids in my school know those words?”
“Probably not.” Bro said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against
the chair, exhausted from all his hard work. “None of the other kids have cool
parents.”
“Hey, Bro? Are you my dad?” Dave asked anxiously, looking up at him with his
big red eyes, all squinted in suspicion as he pieced together what little he
knew about things like proper family life. “Because everyone else calls their
dad’s daddy and not Bro and stuff.”
“No, I am not your dad.” Bro said quietly, feeling a headache coming on. Sooner
or later he had to get it through Dave’s head that their parents were dead, but
now was not the time. Dave’s tired eyes struggled to stay open as he dropped
his chin to Bro’s chest and stared up at him, his tiny arms under his head and
a blanket thrown over his back that would no doubt tangle their legs together
before he had the sense to put Dave properly to bed. “I guess you could say I
am your parent, though.”
“Can I call you daddy? Like all the other kids?” Dave yawned, curling his
little hands into Bro’s shirt, and Bro nodded a little, already mostly asleep.
There was no harm in it, hell, he practically was the kid’s father anyway. It’d
probably be easier to raise him as such.
“Sure, kiddo. Whatever you want.”
Dave’s teachers were very impressed with his new vocabulary, and called Bro to
share their feelings the next day. He got a few hard glares when he swung by to
pick Dave up, and when the little dude jumped up in his arms and babbled about
how he learned that a butterfly wasn’t actually made of butter- “it’s only the
name, daddy.”
Bro’s eyebrows jumped up in the air and he let out a noise of surprise,
glancing over at Dave’s face to make sure he hadn’t accidentally swiped some
other kid off the pavement outside the school. “No shit? What are they made of,
then?” He asked as he sat Dave in his car seat and buckled him in, nodding as
Dave talked over the radio about insects and whatever.
Needless to say, Bro had forgotten about their little daddy agreement. He
found, though, as he drove and half listened to Dave yap about numbers and
tonight’s weather, that he didn’t necessarily mind. Dave said it naturally, as
though Bro and daddy were interchangeable words, and Bro found himself
responding to both without a problem.
A few weeks later and Dave had stopped using Bro entirely when addressing his
guardian, and Bro couldn’t say he missed it. The teachers stopped asking him so
many questions about their home, how old he was, what kind of job he had, did
he have custody because they could find out, you know, Mr. Strider. There were
ways.
It also was nice that he could boast to girls about being a single dad. That
was definitely a plus.
In fact, the only time Bro could think of when he wasn’t thrilled to be called
daddy was when Dave woke him up at four in the morning, asking for food.
“Dad. Daddy, daddy wake up.” Came his small, soft voice. Bro groaned and rolled
over on the futon, turning his head away from the little hands that pressed at
the scruff on his cheeks. Undeterred, Dave helped himself up on top of Bro and
set his chubby kid fingers on his cheek, sticky with god knew what, and bounced
on him to wake the sleeping bear.
“Daddy. Daddy I’m hungry.” Dave whispered. Bro opened his eyes and frowned up
at him, half convinced he was dreaming as Dave tugged his hair.
“What?” He croaked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he looked up at him,
annoyed.
“Daddy, dad. I’m hungry. I wanna gobble up noodles.”
Looking up at him dryly, Bro blinked a few more times before sighing. Hopefully
this wouldn’t catch on as easily as his new name.
Chapter End Notes
     SOMETIMES I WRITE FLUFF AH
***** Pregnant!Dave *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked: Hey, so I was wondering if you could do like a
     pregnant!Dave fic? It can be sexual or nah. But I like the idea of
     pregnant, bitchy Dave and caring bro
Chapter Notes
     another fluff chapter aaah!
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The first thing that greeted Bro when he entered the apartment, arms laden with
groceries hanging by the evil plastic bags that were experts in cutting off
just enough of his circulation to turn his fingers blue at the tips, was the
sound of Dave Strider throwing his head back and groaning at the ceiling when
he heard the front door open.
“Jesus tits, man, that took you ten years.” Dave groused as he watched Bro
shuffle through to the tiny little kitchen and haul the bags up to the counter
without raising a finger to help as Bro flexed his own in his palm to try and
coax some blood back into them. Painfully aware of Dave’s impatient glare at
his back, he hustled to grab a bottle of apple juice or seven and bring them to
his side.
Dave accepted each bottle one at a time with a haughty air, inspecting them all
for any imperfections, any sign that they weren’t good enough so he could have
reason to bitch, before finally lining them up on the floor beside him as he
handed Bro the first for him to crack it open.
Bro didn’t miss the sour look that crossed Dave’s face when he couldn’t
complain about even one single bottle.
“Pretty sure your hand’s ain’t broke.” Bro mumbled as he opened the first one
anyway and passed it back, hovering awkwardly by his side as Dave took the
first sip and tugged the outer shell of the nest of blankets and pillows that
had bloomed on the futon closer around his form.
“I have to conserve my strength.” He said simply, and generously inched away
from the edge of the futon to allow Bro the minimum amount of space behind his
back for him to sit. “You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to stand up and walk
all the way to the bathroom.”
Bro sat down behind Dave and let him lean back and shift his head in his lap
until he was comfortable. His naturally soft, blond hair fanned out across the
pink blanket that draped itself across Bro’s thighs, and Bro let his hand fall
to his head to pet through it slowly. It looked and felt healthy under his
fingertips, and a quiet sigh of prayer cast the air from his lungs out of Bro’s
chest as he thanked all the higher beings in the universe that everything was
going smoothly.
Dave lifted the hand that had been resting on his belly, the bottle of apple
juice rising and falling in his fingers on the full, gorgeous swell that had
Dave mooching off of Bro’s clean laundry. Empty complaints usually tumbled from
Dave’s lips when caught trying to snatch a shirt, defending himself with an
argument about the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few as he
tenderly fit his palm over the bump the rest of his shirts could no longer
hold. It was no small secret that Dave both often and thoroughly enjoyed the
lingering traces of his scent, though, and Bro was never one to deny him any
small pleasure.
Watching his little brother lazily through his eyelashes, Bro grunted as Dave
dug some bony part of his body into his chest as he moved to toss the now empty
bottle to the pile that had grown in the corner of the room, taking up as much
space as a mountain of smuppets, and much less easy to gather together again
when disturbed.
“Do you think he’s gonna like apple juice?” Dave asked as he sought to fill his
now empty palm with Bro’s in apology, and he peeled off the leather glove and
dropped it to the floor before guiding it to his stomach. Bro felt the corner
of his mouth twitch up as Dave pulled up the hem of his shirt and settled his
hand on his warm and soft skin.
“I’d be surprised if he didn’t,” Bro said as he took the initiative to rub tiny
circles over his stomach, almost feeling as though he could be smoothing his
hand down the baby’s back, “Like father like son- better yet, the apple doesn’t
fall far from the tree.”
Dave hummed quietly, already drifting off to sleep in his brother’s lap as Bro
carded through his hair and continued to pet across his belly. He was asleep
within a minute.
Bro kept his hands floating across the smooth skin on Dave’s stomach as the
gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled him into sleep, too, and for the first
time years he knew he was ready for another little shit to tumble into his life
and steal his heart.
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***** More Wetting!!! *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked: I love your fics so much.. maybe you could do another
     wetting/watersports? And if you want, it'd be cool to add a daddy
     kink in there, too. Thank you qwq
Chapter Notes
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     brothers having fun in a public pool with probably the weakest ending
     I've made to date lmao
To anybody watching, you and your bro probably looked like you were engaged in
the world championship of gay chicken. This was complete and utter bullshit, as
both you and Bro knew, but the dozens of stares locked on the two of you at any
time were not unwelcome as the two of you circled around each other in the
shallow end of the public pool that Bro shelled out hundreds to for membership
every season, despite the fact that this would be the first visit in a handful
of years. The hundred-plus degree heat was very good at convincing the two of
you to ooze out of your poorly air conditioned apartment, though.
Across the two feet of chlorinated water that separated the both of you, Bro
winked at a passing mom. The whole exchange might easily have been missed with
his shades covering his eyes, but her cheeks did get a little rosy as she
hustled by, a death grip on her little daughter’s hand as they made for the
snack bar as she made a great effort in not looking back, only to fail.
“Shit, dude.” You said as you parted the water and wrapped your arms around his
shoulders, seating your hips against his thigh in a gesture that may or may not
have been fueled one hundred percent by jealousy. “Why don’t you wink at me
like that?”
“Dave, you don’t have mom hips.” Bro said simply as he dropped his hand to your
waist, apparently not as unhappy with them as it would seem. “Only moms have
mom hips, if you get a pair, I’ll wink at you like that all you want.”
A little two year old scuttled by with a pair of duck floaties secured tight
around her arms, a concerned mother wading after her with some demand to leave
the pool and reapply sunscreen. Her hips looked pretty normal to you, you
noticed with bitter envy even as your face remained as neutral as always. She
was staring at you out of the corner of your eye, no doubt trying to convince
herself that she couldn’t see you wrapped around an older man in such a
fashion, and a convenient drop of water was making it’s way down the side of
Bro’s neck. Not even ripping on Pro Skater 2 could be as entertaining as the
eye-widening look of panic that crossed her face when you licked it off.
“Easy, little dude.” Bro mused as he pretended to tug up the back of your swim
trunks while really just giving himself a sly peek at the curve of your ass.
“Don’t wanna get kicked out again, do we? Need I remind you why we haven’t been
back here in a while?”
Pursing your lips you let him float you away and backwards, the cool water
shocking your sun scorched back as you let the current carry you back to the
wall. A bunch of teenage girls to your left giggled and clung to the cement,
completely taken by the sight you and Bro must have been making. Never one to
disappoint a crowd, Bro dove his top half down under the water and lifted
himself up into a handstand before tumbling over and towards you, enough
distance having shrunk to allow him to press his hands into the wall on either
side of your shoulders. They shrieked.
“That’s right, all the moms got mad at you for soaking their underaged
daughter’s bikini bottoms when you kept flexing and asking if they wanted to
feel your abs.”
Bro nodded sagely, no trace of shame in his poker face as he let you wrap your
legs around his hips. The two of you bobbed together in the ripples from fat
kid cannon balls and the panicked flails of mothers scrambling after their
gleeful kids.
“You helped, though, by actually pissing yourself laughing.”
Cheeks staining a bit red, you cast your gaze up at the lifeguard staring
listlessly at the bustling pool, and landed your hands on his shoulder to press
Bro down under the water. He went without a fight, slipping through your legs
until you could spin off his shoulders over him, shades still firmly in place
when you resurfaced as he did.
“Did not.” You said in the split second you had as he wrapped his arms around
your middle and hauled you back down under the cold water. One of his hands
slipped down and groped you over your swim trunks, and when your head breached
the surface, this time it was with a splutter for air.
“Did too.” Bro laughed as he backed off for the moment to let you breathe,
hauling himself up off the edge to sit down on the wall, breaking face to grin
at you as you wiped a trail of snot off your face. Ugh.
Brushing it off you parted the water to sneak in closer to Bro once more,
pulling yourself up out of the pool to cross your arms over his thighs and rest
your chin on them, lazily kicking to keep yourself steady. “That makes you a
bit of a creep for remembering.”
He laughed a little, amused, and leaned back on his arms to grin at you as you
pretended you weren’t trying to develop x-Ray vision and see through his swim
trunks. They had fallen low on his hips, probably on purpose, the douchebag,
and the first inch or so of his happy trail was visible under his toned abs.
“If you do it again I’ll blow you on the way home.” He said casually, lifting a
leg in the water to rub the arch of his foot against your hip. For a second you
thought you heard him wrong, along with a boy your age who stared at the two of
you wildly as he almost stopped in his tracks on his way to the bathroom.
“How are you gonna do that if you’re the one driving?” You asked him
incredulously, risking a glance on either side to see if anyone else had heard
his proposition.
“I won’t be driving,” Bro said as he lifted himself by his hands off the side
of the pool and back into the water, shifting you of his legs but sealing his
arms around your waist in one smooth motion, “You will.”
“That’s really dumb, Bro. I haven’t had my permit for two weeks.” You reminded
him as he pulled you flush against his chest and nuzzled into your neck, the
back of which was burning from something more than the sun as you uneasily
tried to keep your face straight. “I’ve only driven like. Once.”
“I’ve got faith in you, Dave, Jesus.” He said with a laugh before ducking under
the water to press his face into your stomach and blow a few bubbles, lips open
against your skin.
When he came back up your face was bright red and your shoulders were hunched
as you eyed everyone passing by. God forbid the lifeguard gets wise to your
game, shit…
“Fine, fine just stop, like-” You groaned and wanted to slug that smug smirk
off his lips almost as much as you wanted to kiss it, all words failing you as
he resettled your hips against his and backed himself up against the wall,
mirroring your positions from a few minutes earlier.
Setting your hands against the concrete on either side of his head you closed
your eyes behind your shades, hyper aware of his hands as they slid up your
sides under the water. Distantly you could hear the lifeguard blow his whistle
and you tensed above him, sure the two of you had gotten caught but not so
certain you wanted to get out of the water when you felt Bro’s halfie slide
against your thigh through his suit.
“Go on, nobody’s paying us any attention.” Bro said as he rocked himself up
against you slowly, grinning, judging by his tone, and why wouldn’t he be? He
wasn’t the one pissing himself in a public pool for his brother to get off to,
he wasn’t the one who had a pair of hands on his hips and ass as little kids
splashed by. “Just think of all the kids who’ve gone just this minute already.”
God, what an absolute asshole!
“Shut the fuck up, Bro, I can’t just majik this shit out of thin air.” You
snarled at him, scathing in your tone as you burned on top of him, internally
preparing for the humiliation as you feel it coming. It seemed as though, once
invited, you were suddenly aware that your bladder would burst at any moment.
Bro’s mouth had opened once more, but just then the first warm current of water
hit his pelvis, effectively silencing him as he caught his bottom lip in his
teeth and smiled, looking down between their bodies before letting his head
fall back against the concrete wall.
Your eyes were clenched shut, your shoulders tense, your breath coming in
short, sharp staccato gasps, sure that any moment someone would float by and
figure out what has your pervert older brother looking so pleased as the water
warmed around you two, and why your fingers were going to gouge whole fistfuls
of concrete from the side of the pool as you sat in his lap, looking as though
you’d like to drown maybe more than a little.
Bro’s dick was now definitely more than a little half hard against your thigh
and you keened a little above him when every now and then the shifting current
in the water canted your hips against his a little harder, though you had the
sneaking suspicion that most of this movement was all Bro’s design.
Convinced that the water three yards on either side of you must be piss yellow
and reeking by now, you cracked an eye open, awaiting the horror, only to see
Bro’s hand detach itself from your hip to cup your dick in the front, pulling a
gasp from your lungs as it jumped a little in his grip. Beneath you Bro let out
a little grunt, obviously pleased at the hot stream that flowed across his
skin, a delighted shiver pulling itself from his spine.
“What the hell’s going on here?”
The sound of the sweaty pool manager’s voice was like a splash of cold water to
the face, and you froze before lifting your gaze to meet his small, piggy eyes.
Bro kept his hand on your dick and tipped his head back to look, too, with an
expression that looked extremely pissed that his good fun had been interrupted.
“Strider! I should have known. I thought I told you that you couldn’t come
back!” The man said, wagging a thick, pudgy finger in his face as Bro sighed
and extracted his hand from your crotch like it was some big chore and stood
up, crossing his arms lazily on his chest as you scrambled to adopt an equally
casual pose against his side, knees still a little weak.
Ten minutes later and the two of you were seated comfortably in Bro’s beat up
truck, hair still dripping and your ears still burning, a little giggle ripping
itself from your throat.
“I didn’t know humans could get that shade of red.” You said with a weak little
laugh as Bro fiddled with the radio, his hands at a loss of what to hold as
your own had a death grip on the wheel.
“I bet I can get yours to get there too.” He said slyly as you turned the key
in the ignition and pulled out of the spot a little nervously. “Or would you
like to save that for next time?”
“Next time?” You ask as Bro whipped the towel off from his waist and bent over
to dry his hair with it.
“Sure,” He said as he pulled it off his head and tossed it onto the dash,
“Didn’t you see the custom shark smuppet he’d shoved under his desk? We can
come back as often as we like.”
***** Dave has a Rough Day *****
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     i have a fluff request if you're up for it? I've been having a crummy
     night so something with dave being upset/sad/crying? And bro
     comforting him with cuddles n kisses and other cute things. I thank
     you for your time. You are beautiful
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     ago blUH!
     Anyway, if anyone ever is having a rough time, my inbox is always
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Sometimes it’s a little frustrating to live with Bro Strider. He’s got a sixth
sense for just about everything that isn’t covered in the first five, and the
most annoying one is how he can sniff out all the bad stuff that happens to or
around you. When you were little, and a bit more rebellious in your immortal
youth, you remember swearing that damn acumen that could leave even the
slickest of con artists spinning on the streets up and down until you were blue
in the face because Bro was just too damn good at figuring you out. No dish
could break, no bully could go unheard of, no sniffle could stay quiet without
a looming shadow darkening the world around you and the stink of Stern
Brotherly Disapproval making the back of your neck crawl as if Cal had stroked
a gloved hand down your spine.
As you got older and school got harder, Bro’s sixth sense got nosier, and
sometimes, though not always, he was a welcome distraction. Hell. Anything is
better than Calculus.
“Hey, Dave.” He says, leaning against your open door as if he’d found it that
way, swinging lazily in the breeze that shuddered out of the five or six shitty
fans that puffed hot air everywhere like a pack of panting dogs that had just
come in from a run.
“Leave.” You grunt, lacking anything at all that resembled anger in your voice.
He’d listen if you’d really meant it, but like any good Boy Scout your brother
had come prepared. A bottle of chilled apple juice in his hand is the only
bribe you need to let him in, and he slips it into your greedy fingers just as
covertly.
“What’s goin on, kiddo?” He asks, rolling your chair away from the desk. Each
inch he puts between you and the textbook is another pound of pressure off your
head and lungs, and breathing becomes easy in his presence- until you move to
push up your shades on your nose only to stop when you feel something wet smear
under your eye. You hadn’t even noticed.
“Thanks for the drink,” You start awkwardly, pushing through the rasp in your
voice, “My throat’s drier than the first load I splattered this bitch with two
hours ago. Shit’s downright disgusting.”
Of course, the textbook is just as clean as your brother’s expression, not a
stray line or spot until he wrinkles his nose at your choice of words, even as
he tells you he can see, it must have been quite the sight. Neither of you
point out the crinkled, virtually untouched slice of graph paper that bares the
abuse of a handful of eraser markings and a couple wet dots that smudged the
faint blue lines where it sits snugly beside your book.
Almost sensing your distress as you look down at the empty page Bro tugs you up
from your chair, coaxing you into taking the final leap and you let him pull
you to your feet and drag you to his lap as he sets down on the bed and pulls
you in close. A marathon of snot runs from your nose against his shoulder when
you curl into him, but it’s alright. He hasn’t ever minded before.
“‘M tired, Bro.” You croak against his throat, mouth dry once more as he nods
his head and pets down your back. Every time you blink nasty, meaningless
numbers swarm against your eyelids until you force them open and try to burn
them out by fixing your gaze on the stitching on Bro’s snow white shirt.
“You’re allowed to be.” He says, combing a hand through your hair and leaning
in to kiss just beneath your ear. What a loser, he hasn’t even got the balls to
plant one on your cheek…
“None of the wieners at school are tired, though.” You are persistent against
his shoulder, determined to feel shitty so he can comfort you. Your tongue
dries out where it meets his shirt on accidental slips, and your cheeks wet
again when he mumbles your name.
“It’s alright, Dave. Everyone gets days like this, listen. Tomorrow’s Friday…”
You’re only half listening now, consumed by the slow and soothing in and out of
his breath that you can feel when this close to him, and the steady pace of his
heart, in line with your own until yours skips a beat after you notice. Maybe
you’re the real loser here, and just when you were starting to really feel
miserable about this fact he jostles you a little in his lap.
“How’s that sound?” Bro asks, shifting your head with his own as he nuzzles
against your neck and kisses beneath your jaw. Your eyes shut on their own and
you bend against him, pliant and willing to let him melt away the stress.
“Huh?”
“I said it was late, and tomorrow is Friday. Maybe you can skip, get some good
sleep, and we can tag team this bitch in the morning, you and me.”
Before you can send a guilty look back over at the open textbook Bro falls back
onto your bed, taking you down with him and you sigh a little and smile when he
keeps his arms around you and finally presses his lips to your cheek.
“Sounds like a plan.” You say, and you let him take your shades off to kiss
away the dry streaks that glowed red under his attention.
Maybe this sixth sense wasn’t too bad after all, even if you did like the one
that kept him in bed beside you the entire night just a little bit more.
***** HARDCORE SMUT hopefully *****
Chapter Summary
     anons asked:
     Can I request some really hardcore BroDave smut?
     uhm brodave rimming, blowjobs, handjobs, and anal?
Chapter Notes
     Ooooh, I really hope this turned out HARDCORE enough :y
     also I probably switched povs like 1203875384905793485 times I'm
     sorry
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Dave pressed his ass in the air like he knew it belonged in heaven, or, more
realistically, in his brother’s grip. To him, though, they were both the same
thing.
“God, Bro, come on and just fucking do it, I’m gonna die.” He whined, bowing
his back and rocking on his arms until his shoulders pushed away from the
headboard and jutted his ass into his brother’s face, opening his mouth and
closing his eyes when he finally felt Bro’s hot and wet tongue slide across his
hole. A light and airy groan slipped from between his lips like the little
trail of drool that smeared between his cheek and arm, fingers digging into the
sheets and eyes squeezing a little like the pink pucker under his brother’s
suddenly eager attention.
“More, Bro, please…” Dave whined, wiggling his ass and flexing his muscles when
Bro bit his nails into his skin and let him feel the sting before drawing his
tongue away with a wet slurp.
“You’re too noisy, kid, Jesus. Can hardly hear myself think.”
Dave blushed furiously and shook his head, thrusting his hips back for his
older brother in desperate need for his tongue.
“If you’d stop being a dick and just eat my ass I’d shut up just fine.” Dave
shot back, fisting the blankets when Bro blew cold air against the drying spit
between his cheeks. The creep was probably doing that just to watch it twitch
against the feeling, ugh.
“Nah. I may be the best in the known universe at eating ass, but it wouldn’t be
enough.”
“Not enough?” Dave repeated dumbly as he felt Bro stir behind him and shift the
bed. “Where are you- no- come on, Bro, finish me!” He thrashed around in a
panic before Bro delivered a sharp slap to his ass and hauled him back by his
hips, so Dave’s bare bottom was right by his face and his cock and balls hung
heavy against his brother’s clothed chest.
“Whipped it out just for the occasion. Hop to it, babe.” Bro said behind Dave,
a pleased tone coloring his voice that stained Dave’s cheeks red as he settled
himself down on his brother’s chest, trying to ignore how good it felt when
Bro’s warm breath ghosted over his hole.
As Dave circled the base of Bro’s dick with his fingers eagerly he was reminded
of a simpler time when he would have been too tiny to spread so easily across
the acres of firm, tanned muscle that contoured the lines on his brother’s
chest and stomach. He might have barely got the tip of his tongue to touch
Bro’s cock when backed up against that sinful mouth, but now, with closed eyes
and open mouth, he could stuff himself as much as he pleased and cram as much
of Bro’s thick dick down his throat as he damn well wanted to.
Behind him, Bro had resumed his earlier task of working Dave open on his
tongue, this time with the help of two or three or four fingers, though those
slid in with little resistance once he got started. Dave had always been a
little extra loose for Bro. In fact, there could be some debate about whether
or not Dave even noticed the fingers at all as he was so engrossed with his
task of working Bro’s cock with his tongue. It was a rather consuming job, and
one that Dave put his heart and soul into with each lick and with every suck to
the salty skin that glistened with his spit in his palm and flushed a deep red
at the tip at his careful attention. There was something so rewarding about
feeling it twitch against the inside of his cheek as he rolled his tongue
against it and let out a bit of a moan, which broke in the air like an air
bubble under water.
Eventually, though, it appeared as though Bro had had enough, and he reached
down to take a firm hold of his brother’s hair before thrusting his hips up
into his mouth at an aching pace, closing his eyes to appreciate the drag
before letting Dave go and easing him off his chest.
Dave considered it a personal victory of sorts when it seemed as though Bro
just couldn’t resist kissing his wet and red lips before turning him around and
reaching for the lube. A quick jolt of frozen panic shocked Dave’s spine as Bro
started in on the hasty prepping, and it wasn’t long before he felt the warm
head of a dick pressing against his entrance.
“Hands.” Bro mumbled against his neck, and Dave barely caught himself in time
before slumping against the headboard when Bro pulled his hips back so Dave was
more or less seated in his lap, ass to crotch.
“What kind of bullshit position is this?” Dave said before dropping his head
back against his brother’s shoulder to stare at him critically. The effect was
almost certainly lost when a groan broke from his lips as Bro pressed inside.
“Shut up, God. ‘Wanted to mack, you loser.” Bro growled as he met Dave’s ass
cheeks with the top of his thighs and reached down to grip one of his hips as
his other hand circled his throat. “Open up, jackass.”
Dave did as he was told, no thanks to the first thrust from Bro’s hips that
bounced him in his lap. It was almost thrilling to discover the ounce of
control he could give himself by dictating the speed at which he slid back onto
the thick dick inside him, though he only used this power to speed the process
up as he cursed Bro’s affinity for starting off slow.
“Then you do it, kid.” Bro sneered after Dave’s airy words of complaint tumbled
out in fragments, letting him go and leaning back on his hands to watch Dave
press his own against the headboard and try to dig his fingers through the
solid wood with how rigid they grew.
“God, you fucking dick!”
Dave picked himself up off his brother’s cock and dropped back down hard, one
hand absently drifting to his stomach as he picked up the pace and rode his
brother, fancying he could feel the seven inch long cock filling up his insides
as he bounced his ass off his dick again and again.
“That’s it, baby, keep it up.” Bro purred behind him as he slid a hand up his
back, smoothing the raspy calloused skin of his palms over the smooth pale
stretch of Dave’s, who couldn’t help but shiver at the touch and whine when he
felt his thumb ghost over the stretch of his hole where Bro’s cock constantly
filled him.
“You fucking planned this, what a douche, you win first place in the
‘Manipulate Your Younger Brother for Your Own Personal Pleasure’ contest,
congrats you fucking too- y-eah…”   
Dave cut himself off with a moan when Bro’s tight, warm fist circled his
dripping and severely neglected dick. He hadn’t even thought about that yet.
Slumping back against the cool headboard, Dave ground his hips as Bro oved to
brace himself behind him with his other arm as he tried to keep his ass in the
air for the teeth-rattling thrusts that shook dust from the ceiling.
“R-i-ight, there, right, fuck!” Dave grunted, reaching back with one hand to
grip Bro’s thigh as though he could help his thrusts hit home harder. Bro had
no problem delivering as he jacked Dave’s dick evenly with the pace of his hips
and almost succeeded in rolling his eyes when Dave let go in favor of hanging
onto his supporting arm for dear life- but really, the kid was just too cute.
“Are you sure? We can switch positions if you think you know better.” Bro
teased against Dave’s neck, his voice lacking any bite as he dragged as much
air as he could into his lungs between words. Dave was doing a stellar job of
squeezing his dick just exactly right, fuck this kid’s ass was fantastic…
“Shut up! I’m close, keep going!” Dave cried as his chest expanded and
compressed rapidly with the intensity of his breaths, and Bro could feel his
body reacting; his dick grew harder, his ass squeezed tighter, his arms and his
legs jerked as he pumped him to the finish and eventually over the edge.
Dave came with a violent cry, arching back against Bro’s sweat-soaked shirt as
he tried to slam his ass down against his dick and did a great job keeping it
there as he twitched and spasmed against him, and it was too much for Bro, who
came not a moment after, a choice cut of his kid brother’s shoulder blossoming
red under his teeth.
Together, they dropped bonelessly to the bed as the last of the dust settled on
their panting chests. Pulling out, Bro laughed and smacked Dave’s thigh.
“Knew that was a good idea.”
“Try again, fucknuts, guess what you didn’t think about moving before you
flattened me?”
Bro didn’t have a chance to speak before his cumsoaked pillow hit him square in
the face.
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***** Dave Doesn't Like Dirty Talk *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked: Everyone makes Dave like dirty talk, what if he didn’t
     and it actually hurt?
Chapter Notes
     BLUH this is a lot shorter and a lot less coherent and a lot more
     repetitive that I wanted but I didn’t want to write a sex scene and I
     didn’t want to identify a partner and basically I’m just not sure
     what I did here but I hope it’s still alright and that you like it,
     anon, because it’s so ?? that I’m not rly sure what I did here ugh
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“God, Dave, that’s it. Come on slut, I wanna hear you this time.”
“Keep it up, baby, keep moving those hips, just like that, fuck…”
“Spread yourself for me, yeah baby, god I love that hole of yours, so fuckin’
sweet.”
The words bite at your ears, all harsh sounds and scraping vowels that make
your skin crawl and your stomach flip. There isn’t anything pleasant about the
seasick feeling you get when a handful of careless words are tossed into your
face like burning cigarette ashes, and each time they rain down on your back it
isn’t hard to imagine they’re leaving scars in their wake. Tiny scrapes and
burns cut up the inside of your mind until you shy away from the mirror, afraid
that what you’d see would reflect what’s inside, even if you know it isn’t
true.
You aren’t a slut. You aren’t a whore, you’re not their toy or their baby boy
or their good little Davey who takes it so good and feels so good and tastes so
good and looks so good with cum on his tongue, wish he had his phone, it’d make
a sweet background, haha.
“Bend over for me slut.”
“Get that ass in the air, boy, come on I know you want it, let’s see how bad.”
“You’re gonna be begging for me by the end.”
You don’t beg. You don’t want what they think you do- you like the feel, you
like the touch, the taste, the pace and the burn, maybe even the smell. It’s
the sounds you can’t stand. The sounds of sex leave a ringing in your ears that
hangs around with a bad aftertaste that hollows you out from the inside, left
to scrub off the stuff they can’t see. And it isn’t the skin slapping, it isn’t
the moans, it isn’t the breathy whimpers. Those are like music to your ears.
The bad aftertaste comes from the stinging words that everyone thinks you crave
more than heat, more than touch, more than praise, and it might be your fault
because of how hard you moan trying to block it out. Fuck- you’d kill to be
called a prince, to be cooed at in hushed tones and praised with airy words
that make your toes curl like you found footing on a cloud instead of a raspy
sheet that still is somehow softer than the sandpaper that rubs your self worth
raw.
Maybe one day you’ll find yourself a strong and silent type of man, but you
won’t be holding your breath. Gotta drown out the noise somehow.
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     requests filled :c)
***** Horny Bro Tries to Resist Dave! *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked: Horny as fuck bro trying to controle himself not to jump
     dave who is actually trying to provoke him to do so
Chapter Notes
     I kinda liked this one. It’s probably a lot darker than what you
     wanted but have no fear, you can always request again lmao. Well, I
     hope you like it anyway and thanks for the request!!!!!!
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You really, really wish he would stop this.
It’s almost like the kid thinks he lives alone. There is no effort to hide, no
attempt to keep quiet, no rush to clean himself up when finished. Maybe he
likes lounging around in bed with a stomach covered in crusty, dry cum, but you
weren’t gonna say anything, God, how could you?
It’s even worse when he knows you’re in the mood for something, too. Maybe it’s
because you’re out of bed a little earlier than usual, your heart rate far from
the only thing up when you rise, or maybe he knows that when you walk around in
only a pair of sweatpants it’s because your skin is buzzing with the need for
another person’s touch- a specific person, the one whose eyes and attention are
every reason you flex and stretch for- just hoping he’d graze your back with
his fingers trying to push you out of the way of the fridge so you can feel
like he’s burned the skin with hot thin fingers.
You’re a peacock for him, fanning out your feathers, spreading your arms out
over the back of the futon, expanding your chest, keeping your attention on him
in a pinpoint of heat because you know you look good, you know he thinks so
too, you love knowing he’s looking and everything you do is for him.
Today it seems your libidos have decided to wake up together, and you shudder
to think it’ll turn into some kind of chick cycling thing. You don’t know if
you could stand being in heat with him more than this one time.
He’s loud. He’s unashamed. He’s all pomp and circumstance, leaving a gap of
space between where his door is and where it should be- that is, shut, locked,
barricaded against your desire, as if that could keep you away. Somehow,
though, the strip of natural light that crosses into the living room from the
window that brightens his room is a patronus warding off your evil mind, evil
feet, evil hands waiting to carry you there and push the door open and watch
him, catch him, hold him, feel him, keep him, make him your own.
You take shelter in the dark but enjoy the sound from the futon, hair wet from
a shower and skin itching to burn in the light under his window as you keep him
cool in the shade beneath your body. You doubt he would stay at a comfortable
temperature for long.
Eventually, he emerges, bringing with him the sunlight from his room as he
keeps the door open wide, highlighting all his best features, every feature.
You can see the curve of his spine. You can watch his shoulders stretch and
bend. You can admire the smooth cut of bone that his skin stretches over at the
corner of his jaw, in the space by the hem of his boxers, over his delicate
hands that won’t ever be as large as your own.
He sits by you and glows in the artificial light of the television, cheeks
still pink, mouth still wet, hair still a mess, still smelling like his own
sex.
He knows you’re burning beside him. Every twitch you make is another point of
hp lost to him, sucked into his own body, and you are wearing thin, getting
deeper into the danger zone as he nearly bursts at the seams with all the
energy you give him because of it, because he knows he’s got you beat, you’re
only a few stretches away from crumbling entirely and since he understands this
he’s going to make you wait, make you suffer.
Dave almost smiles. You want to soak in his light forever, but you’re so afraid
of snuffing it.
Chapter End Notes
     find_me_on_tumblr!
***** VAMPIRE AU LMAO *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked: What is your favorite au to write? Take a moment and
     think it though. Take that au and make a brodave story about it? (Oh
     and happy late valentines day!
Chapter Notes
     I have no excuse. This honestly is one of my favorite aus I just. I
     dunno, read Twilight one too many times. Meaning once.
     Anywhoooooo I liked this one. Could have gotten a better ending but
     oh well!!!! I like the rest of it c:
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Bro felt the bite for hours after she’d left it. He’d never blame her for it-
who wouldn’t want to take a piece of him given the opportunity- but while
rubbing the side of his neck in the car on the way back to his apartment he
could still feel a faint buzzing just beneath his punctured skin. Usually he
didn’t mind these things, but if anyone tried to take a chunk of his throat out
again, he’d be a bit more verbal about how much they were allowed.
Dave was still asleep when he all but kicked through the front door that
morning, not that this was strange; it was only a few minutes before his soon
to be ignored alarm would to go off. Not even bothering to shower, Bro sunk
down into the comfort of his futon’s arms and passed out, dead to the world and
all those on it, his hand falling limp over the mark that slowly paled under
his palm.
He woke up three days later wrapped in blankets and soaking through his
clothes.
“Dave?” Bro slurred, pushing at the cocoon of blankets until they fell off him
and to the floor. Heat radiated heat and pushed a hand up his forehead, slick
with sweat and rapidly cooling in the sudden breeze that Dave’s rushed
movements stirred in the room around him.
“You fucking dick!” he seethed, smacking Bro’s arm away from his face so he
could properly get all up in it himself. “How about a warning next time? Or do
you just keel over for couple days for fun? Is this gonna be a fucking thing,
now, Bro?”
“What? Days?” Bro said, wrinkling his nose with how hard he was trying to keep
his eyes shut. His head was spinning and his stomach was rolling, and he really
wished the whole apartment would settle down underneath him, or maybe that Dave
would back up a bit. The kid must have switched colognes because the smell of
something sickeningly sweet was clinging to his clothes and making his stomach
churn even harder.
“Yeah, douchebag, days!” Dave snapped as he slapped a cool glass of water into
Bro’s hand, still running his mouth as he wrestled his older brother into a
seated position and began to rewrap him in the blankets that had fallen off Bro
like petals from a dead flower.
“‘M not cold.” Bro scoffed roughly as he lifted the glass to his lips and took
a drink, grimacing when he found the water to taste like ash on his dry tongue.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole, you’ve been running a fucking fever for days. Just
sit the hell still.”
Bro snorted and pushed against Dave as he tried to pull one of his own
blankets, a pink Hello Kitty printed monstrosity, around his back before he
breathed in again and finally felt his mouth water. Sandpaper now soothed into
silk, he could finally swallow and feel his leaden tongue dart out to wet his
lips- only to feel two razor sharp canine teeth scrape the muscle with two
shallow cuts. Blood welled up in his mouth and Bro coughed in surprise,
spitting into his cup of water as Dave whipped back off his body and exploded
into another fit of rage.
“What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that, Bro, come the fuck on! Are you
coughing up blood? Where the fuck did that come from?” Dave shouted as he
shoved at Bro’s chest and swiped the glass from his hands to peer at the
contents like Bro had played a trick on him.
“Chill out- dude, fucking calm down!” Bro rasped as he felt his blood coat the
back of his mouth with each swallow. It had a different taste, it was sweeter,
though nowhere as sweet as Dave’s new cologne that was practically driving Bro
mad at this really inappropriate and inopportune moment. “I cut my tongue, I
bit it or something, it’s alright. Christ, you’re gonna kill me like this, just
sit the hell down and give me a moment!”
Dave sat down in front of Bro on the coffee table with a petulant snarl,
gripping the glass tight enough to turn his knuckles white. A thin stream of
blood squeezed out between his thumb and the side of the cup and Bro focused in
on it almost immediately.
“What’s that?” He asked, feeling his mouth go dry again. The sweet smell had
gotten stronger, exponentially so, and there was a sick instinctive push for
him to snatch up his little brother’s wrist and smell it.
“What the hell is what? I’m not talking to you. This whole thing has been
pretty fucking rude of you, Bro, and not in any good way. I was just dialing
fucking 911 when you woke up. I cut my finger on a fucking ninja star stuck in
the wall trying to get over here to see if you had keeled right the fuck over.
How the hell did you cut your tongue that bad? I don’t believe it. Let me see.”
Bro was only half listening, his brain running at a mile a minute as he pushed
his hand up the side of his neck in search of the two marks left in him. They
had smoothed over completely, and hadn’t left a single trace in his skin.
Bro swallowed the blood in his mouth experimentally and found it tasted almost
like the water had before, with the one key difference in that it was sweeter,
but not anywhere near satisfying. Even from this distance Bro could tell that
Dave’s would be a thousand times better.
Covering his nose and mouth with his hand Bro shook his head no, a seed of fear
in his stomach blossoming into full terror as Dave slammed the glass down on
the table hard enough to shake the dust from the cinder blocks supporting it’s
weight.
For the first time in their lives Bro wasn’t quick enough. Dave’s fist collided
with the side of Bro’s face and his knuckles sliced open against the sharp edge
of his shades, but before the second blow could land Bro was already
responding, wrapping one arm around Dave’s waist to hold him close as his other
closed around the fist, his fingers burning wherever the red liquid ran across
them.
Dave had given up almost immediately and let his head fall against Bro’s
shoulder, overwhelmed by the stress of the last couple days as he weakly
crashed his other hand against Bro’s solid ribs and tried to not sniffle too
loudly against his neck.
“God, you’re such a dick! I can’t fucking stand you, what the hell did you do?”
He babbled, completely unaware of Bro’s lack of attention to his words as he
watched his blood well up between his fingers and run down the back of his
hand. The older Strider squeezed some of the lacerated flesh together and
watched in awe as a thicker stream spilled out a new path over his snow white
skin.
“That fucking stings, asshole.” Dave whined pathetically as he tugged at Bro’s
shirt and did nothing to remove his hand from Bro’s.
Bro meant to mumble something along the lines of an “I’m sorry, but the only
thing that made it past his lips was his tongue.
Dave gasped and flushed bright red when he felt the first brush of his
brother’s tongue over his red knuckles and he squeezed his fist tighter where
it lay inside Bro’s, turning his head away from the crook of his neck so he
could feel his stomach tie in knots in as much privacy as he could give
himself. Something about the wet strokes was soothing to his split skin and he
instinctively pushed his hand closer to his brother’s lips.
Bro jerked when Dave moved his hand, his eyes opening wide from the half-lidded
state they had fallen into a moment ago. With the smell right under his nose
Bro could almost drown, taking in great mouthfuls as he swiped his tongue
across Dave’s tender skin as gently as he could stand it. It was a thousand
times more refreshing than the water and so much better than what he had
swallowed of his own that it was almost impossible to stop.
“Ghh, Bro…” Dave whined against him, squeezing his eyes shut and fisting his
shirt in his one free hand, pulling Bro out of his daze when he felt him
shudder against him. He snatched his hand back and covered the now clean wound
with his other hand, trying to blink the fuzzy, pleasant feeling from his eyes.
“What was that?”
“I uh…” Bro floundered, swallowing a few times and licking his lips, his eyes
locked on Dave’s hand and then the visible veins in his neck. His vision seemed
to blur around the edges as he eyed a particular spot instinctually, his
fingers flexing in the fabric of Dave’s shorts. It wasn’t until Dave’s hand
pressed into his chest that he noticed he had been leaning in.
“Let me see.” Dave said quietly, pressing his split knuckles under his shirt
before sighing and moving his hand up to Bro’s lips himself after the older
Strider froze once more. He pushed his upper lip up on one side like a dentist,
watching him, cold and clinical, before Bro dragged his tongue out and ripped
another shallow line in the already healed skin of his tongue. Dave pressed
down on the cut, careful to keep his thumb away from the pearly white fangs.
“Well. That sucks.” He said with a hint of dry humor, looking up at Bro from
his position in his lap. Bro nodded distantly, too focused on Dave’s thumb in
his mouth to really pay much attention to anything else. “Glad I didn’t call
anyone. You’d probably be held in a tank. Experiments would start within the
hour.”
Dave withdrew his thumb and rubbed the side of his neck, looking down and away.
Mesmerized by the movement Bro had relocated his hands to Dave’s waist and
tugged him closer, swallowing dryly as his pale fingers brushed over his
appetizing throat.
“Oh. Uhm.” Dave awkwardly withdrew his hand and turned his head further before
realizing that probably wouldn’t be the best idea. “Do um… Did you like. Need
more? You’ve- you’ve been out for a while, haven’t eaten or anything so like. I
get it. I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” Bro asked, far past feeling guilt for wanting to, feeling Dave
radiate warmth over him better than any stack of blankets could provide. He’d
be happy sitting there under that heat forever.
“Will I turn into one too?” He asked nervously, fingering the hem of Bro’s
shirt.
“Do your knuckles hurt?” Bro breathed softly, pulling Dave’s chest against his
own. He couldn’t describe how he knew this, but part of him understood there
would be a difference between feeding and turning.
“No. No they feel good. Kinda cool. Like aloe on sunburn.”
“Then nope. Not at all.”
Dave breathed out quietly and nodded his head firmly, with resolution.
“Alright, then uh, yeah, dude, go for it. I don’t even mind, it’s whatever. I
like hickeys anyway so uh. I’m all yours.”
Not five minutes later Dave was slumped against his chest, shivering violently
and clutching weakly at Bro’s shoulders. His chest rattled with each gasp and
his eyes struggled to stay open, and the hot thick fluid that dripped down
Bro’s chest sent his head reeling as he breathed out hard through his nose and
stirred the hair that hadn’t stuck to his forehead with sweat. He swallowed
thickly and felt Dave twitch in his lap feebly.
“Fuck, fuck oh God… You didn’t… You didn’t say it’d be… That it’d be like
that…”
“How the hell was I supposed to know you liked being bit that much? You just
said you liked hickeys, not that they were all you needed to go off like that.
God, Dave.”
“Shut up! Shut up, it’s your fault, that was way better than a fucking hickey.
God. I think I died.”
“I didn’t take nearly enough to kill you. You’re overreacting.”
“Be quiet, asshole! God. When are you gonna need to do that again? I’ll need a
minute.”
Bro sighed and let his head fall back on the futon behind him as he felt Dave
fall to the side and weakly try to tuck himself back inside, wondering if
things were going to be okay between them.
“Fuck. Thank the bitch who bit you for me. That was good. I’ll send her
flowers.”
Bro laughed and slapped Dave’s thigh, shaking his head. Yeah, they’d be fine.
Chapter End Notes
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***** DirkDave ABO *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked:
     I was wondering if you could do some more a/b/o knotting where dirk
     has piercings and dave slips up and calls him daddy when dirk slams
     him into the wall and knots him and dirk proceeds to knot him while
     making dave call him daddy (sorry for being so demanding)
     Tags: Genital Piercings, A/B/O Dynamic (Alpha/Omega), Daddy Kink,
     Sibling Incest, etc., etc.
Chapter Notes
     You can read this as either DirkDave or BroDave, I guess. I wrote it
     with Bro in mind and just used the name Dirk as the prompt came, but
     I wasn't sure if Dirk in this sense was Actual Dirk or Bro so I just.
     Kept his name. I dunno. I didn't wanna make a separate fic for this
     urgh.
     Anyway, the beginning is awkward and I hope it doesn't sound like
     I've been reading too much Douglas Adams.
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Everyday of your life you thank God that Dirk got his dick pierced before you
two got together. The five cold bars that ran up the underside of his cock
could make your mouth water at the smallest peek, and boy was he generous with
how often he gave you those.
Tonight was no exception. You had front row seats to the grand and delightful
spectacle that were Dirk’s dick piercings, dazzling under the liberal coating
of your spit. Your seat was so front row, in fact, it was a hands-on (and
mouth-on) 3D event and you were getting your money’s worth. Nothing in the
world felt better than the solid silver bars clinking against your teeth when
he dragged his cock out from your wet and swollen lips, hot with friction. You
loved the way he could draw shivers up your back, an artist, or a musician, or
a god standing in front of you with his legs braced wide like he could resist
the temptation of your body.
You know him, though, and you know you’re both damned anyway, so you might as
well have your fun now.
“Come on, Dave, turn around.” He purred, pushing your shoulders back until you
were arching against the wall, lifting your legs to capture his waist in a
clumsy and poorly-planned bid for contact. Dirk carried you, though, braced
your weight against the wall more firmly and lifted his upper lip in a scowl.
He could make you do it, and that was just what you were aiming for.
“Play nice, my little omega.”
Another little shiver worked it’s way up your back and you grin, wiggling your
hips and staying in place against him- as if you could move anyway, as if you
would want to. You wanted to stay writhing under his control and under his
thumb, always under your alpha, always under his protection, a little boy and
his-
“Ghhh, daddy…” You whined, ripped from your thoughts by the rough hands to your
bare ass. Your hole was probably dripping by now anyway and he was just
spreading the slick further, what a dick.
Dirk’s hands stilled behind you and you shifted in his grasp, still focused on
the fingers at your crack. It took you a moment to realize they hadn’t moved.
“Dirk?” You asked, tipping your head back to look at him a little, take in his
furrowed brow and flushed cheeks. A cold jolt of panic chilled you to the bone.
“Did you cream yourself? Asshole- I wanted your fucking knot I can’t belie-”
A rough slap to your ass shut you up for a moment and you clamped your mouth
shut with a start, feeling the hot press of his hand fizzle up your spine in
pleasure.
“Call me that again.”
“What, asshole? Dude, I always call you that, I don’t see- whoa!”
Dirk picked you up and off his hips roughly and slammed you back against the
wall, this time so your chest could press into the paint and your ass could
stand on perfect display. You didn’t really care about how cold your nipples
were when you could feel the cold press of his piercings dragging between your
cheeks, though.
“No, the other thing. The first thing,”
A commanding hand took a hard grip on your shoulder, right by your neck, and
you could feel the knuckles of his other hand guiding his cock to your asshole,
stretched and dripping with your natural, sweet smelling juices. Your breath
was coming fast and you already had been dripping for the past ten minutes, but
it was safe to say you’d do just about anything to get it in at this point.
“Dadd…?!” You said, uncertainty clouding your voice as you attempted to press
back onto his cock as Dirk circled his tip against your hole, no doubt watching
it stretch in awe behind you.
“Again. Beg.” He pressed the head inside, far enough for the first of his five
piercings to begin to stretch your hole.
“Daddy, daddy daddy! Put it in, daddy, God, please!” You begged, letting your
head drop back as he let go of his cock and placed his hand on your hip,
holding you firmly and pulling you back as he thrust forward quickly and
sheathed himself inside you in one quick, hard motion.
“God, fuck!” You screamed, scratching at the wall frantically in an attempt to
ground yourself against the hard and fast thrusts your brother gave you,
forceful enough to pick you up off the floor and brutal enough to make your
knees weak when you touched back down.
Dirk’s piercings dragged in and out of you in a delicious friction, pulling at
your hold and heating up within you into little white hot pinpoints of pleasure
that tore you apart almost as quickly as you could let yourself go, sobbing
into your arms in pleasure as Dirk pounded you from behind. His chest was slick
and hot against your back, the hand on your shoulder relocating to the front of
your collarbones, his large fingers curling around your throat so he could tip
your head back to kiss whenever you could spare your tongue a moment between
all the profanity you were spewing.
“Come on, baby, let’s see it baby boy…” He mumbled against your ear, releasing
your throat so he could pump your swollen cock as you twitched and clamped
around him, fingers digging into paint hard enough to chip and scratch. You
only have one heartbeat before it’s too much too fast and you can feel yourself
careening right over the edge, doing a pirouette off the fucking handle and
splattering the wall with your cum.
“Oh, god, come on, knot me please please!” You shrill, sagging against the
wall, far from sated as your orgasm shook your limbs. Dirk’s hot weight against
your back is the only thing keeping you upright, along with the firm hand that
finds it’s way to your hair.
“Call me daddy, baby, come on I wanna hear it.” He croaked by your ear, and you
could feel it building up behind you, you could feel less and less of his dick
inch past your hole until only the last of the five piercings can fit safely
inside.
Your head was spinning and you were drooling with need, eyes open but unseeing
as you ground down against it, willing him inside with all your might, vocal
cords silent for a tense moment before you broke.
“Daddy, please! Knot me, daddy, please I need it!”
Dirk slammed his hips up and his knot was forced inside, and your eyes shot
open wide as your head fell back, left limp and shaking, pinned against the
wall as you felt fuller than you ever had before- it had to be bigger this
time, there’s no way you’ve ever been this stuffed…
“Nnng, daddy, oh my god…” You whimpered, grinding down and clenching around it,
feeling it press against you from the inside out hard enough you feel you might
burst. Dirk grunted behind you, his breath shallow and tight in his chest as he
let go of your hair in favor of stroking down your sides.
“Shh, shh baby. You did good.” He cooed, pulling his hips back only to smile
when yours went right with him, tied down together as you shivered once more
and whimpered into your arms.
Even though it was covered in sweat Dirk still kissed the back of your neck as
you both sank to the floor, glad of the cool surface under your cheeks.
“Hey, next time, do you think we could do it on the damn bed?” You asked
hazily, floating off in a cloud of pleasure.
“Only if you keep that daddy thing up.” He said, pinching your hip.
You nodded a little and felt the sleep pull at your eyes. You could work with
that.
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***** Bro "Accidentally" hurts Dave *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked:
     Are you still accepting prompts? If so; Bro (accidentally) hurting
     Dave during sex.
Chapter Notes
     Hello anon, I read your prompt wrong. I never copied it down so I
     always thought the accidentally came in quotation marks :’^)
     Hopefully it’s not too big a mistake, though I have a feeling it
     definitely changed the nature of the piece. Also, it’s kinda short,
     but I actually think it’s kinda nice this way.
     Short n' sweet.
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Bro had always known Dave was a pretty kid. His hair was soft, always with that
endearing, I-just-woke-up quality. His shoulders were small, never quite making
it to broad as he grew. He was always kind of slight, never quite making
average height. Pretty much the cutest kid in the whole state.
Especially when in pain.
Dave as usual was pretty. Dave in pain was something else. 
Bro noticed this first during a strife, and was quickly entranced by the
particular shifts in his face that would show. He found himself going out of
his way to land the extra kick, take the extra swing. If Dave didn’t like it,
he’d just have to be quicker. There was always room for improvement. 
It was no surprise to him when this escalation continued in bed, and he felt
like the slickest shit when Dave continued to roll with the punches, none the
wiser to his ulterior motives. Maybe he’d be a bit rough with his hair one day,
push too hard with his fingers the next. Keep the kid on his toes, keep his
mouth falling open in delicious gasps for air.
Dave really was too cute for his own good. But he never said a word, never
spoke up about it, never complained. He’d whine a little, clench the sheets,
but always sat pliant, willing, needy, greedy, under his brother’s attentions. 
Most of the time it was hard for Bro to keep it in his pants when that
happened. Dave’s whines could really get to him, and, when Dave started amping
it up after a few hard thrusts here and there, Bro thought that maybe the kid
was a little smarter than he thought. 
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***** Bro Is Dave's Actual Dad Problem *****
Chapter Summary
     anon asked: Let’s say Bro wasn’t the best Guardian out there. They
     win the game, the Guardians are back; how do Bro and Dave deal? (Is
     the whole Bro is actually Dave’s father ever get mentioned etc…)
Chapter Notes
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     hope you like what I put together, I feel like it might not be 100%
     what you were hoping for umu.
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Tension used to be your bitch. You were the king, it fell down at your feet,
begged to kiss the back of your hand. You could make it do what you wanted when
you wanted. It followed you into any room you walked in, right on your heels.
All it would take was one cock of your head before it was everywhere all at
once, tightening lungs, bracing shoulders, sweating palms while you admired its
handiwork, calm, cool, collected.
In charge.
The last few weeks have really been hard on you. It’s been rough after the
game.
Dave prowls around the apartment. Calm. Cool. Collected. He watches your spine
straighten, your head turn to the side, your shoulders flinch. You dance
barefoot on eggshells as you vacate any room he enters, suffocating under the
same weight you once gook so much pleasure in setting on others.
It’s getting hard to breathe, and your new habit hardly helps.
When he appears beside you one night the cigarette trembles between your
fingers, the antsy jitters of a kid about to fall into his first fist fight.
It’s probably time. His voice is filling up your head already, scathing,
biting, hard. Accusing you of all your wrong. Of the childhood you had stolen,
of which you had no right to take. Of the broken, dilapidated, twisted mock-up
of what it should have been.
“Happy Father’s Day, Bro.” Dave speaks calmly, his eyes betraying the pleasure
he takes in watching you drop the cigarette to the ground to rest amongst the
growing graveyard. Your gut twists like he’s replaced all your innards with
snakes, even though you know they’ve been there all along. Evil never lurks far
beneath the surface.
“Thanks.”
He leans against the air-conditioning unit parked on the top of the roof, s few
feet in front of you. The rising sun winks in the gunmetal siding, blinding you
before you move to rest beside him.
“Figured it would be nice for at least one of us to be able to say it honestly
once in our lives.”
You nod a little distantly. At least that part hadn’t been a lie. You didn’t
have a father even in the sense that Dave did.
He’s quiet for a moment. Lost in his own thoughts. The laugh he releases sets
your teeth on edge before he continues.
“You know, I used to think you were always lying about finding me. That you
fixed the whole thing. Paid off the town to keep it secret. Printed off your
own newspapers to show me the crater.”
His voice holds traces of wonder, and, for a moment, you can see it through his
eyes. Everything he once thought to be a lie and all he had taken for truth
scattered, a handful of sand in the middle of a windstorm.
Your guilt fades into apathy. What does it matter if the man you understand to
be your brother has no real claim to the title? You did your best.
“Nah. Entirely true.”
Dave steps away from the AC and moves to stand in front of you, in front of the
sun. His back is straight, shoulders broad. You can’t hold your tongue.
“It’s not like you even need one anymore.”
His laugh is bitter.
“No, you’re right. I don’t need one. I never needed one. It might have been
nice- normal, even.”
He frowns and digs the toe of his sneaker into the tarmac.
“You don’t mean that.” You say as you straighten up, move to join him. “You
prefer this.”
Dave isn’t meeting your eyes, but you’re still glad of the shades between you.
“Yeah, man. It would have been weird to see my dad’s sex toys laying around.
This was so much better, Bro, really. Thanks a ton.”
“I sell most of them, Dave, it’s not like I use them and leave them laying
arou-”
“I fucking know, dude, Christ! Just- why, Bro? Why couldn’t you be the one to
tell me? Why did John have to be the one to tell me- oh hey, Dave, by the way,
your Bro and you are totally father and son, did you know?”
Your shoulders are stiff and your palms are sticking to the inside of your
gloves, and it has little to do with the warming skies. It’s hard to breathe.
You wish you hadn’t dropped your cigarette.
The desire to save your skin pulls irresistibly at your tongue but eventually
you figure the kid deserves one straight answer from you sometime in his life,
and it might as well be this time.
“I was scared, Dave. Barely eighteen. I didn’t know what the fuck to do.
There’s nothing adult about it, you don’t wake up with all the answers. You
don’t suddenly have everything under control. And you can’t wake up and be shit
you haven’t got the credentials for- there isn’t a fucking fatherly bone in my
body. I don’t know how John’s dad did it. Or Roxy, for that matter. They
stepped right up to the challenge- I mean, I did too, but shit, kid. I just
ain’t the parenting type.”
Dave rolls his tongue around inside his mouth, his fingers curling at his
sides. Your chest tightens a little in preparation for the final blow. A
nagging voice rasps from the back of your mind, where you crush all your fears
and doubts, and points out the lack of change in expression on Dave’s face.
It’s been unimpressed for so long.
It amplifies the feeling of dread as your little brother judges you, weighing
in his mind whether you have the right to call him that or not.
Finally, he smiles. Finally, you can breathe.
“You coulda stopped after the first sentence, Bro, but the rest of it was a
nice touch.”
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***** Age Play *****
Chapter Summary
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     “bo pwease”) and such!! You are amazing and no one else will write
     this for me ahahaha, I’d be so happy. Thank u for writing!
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Dave is always vocal beneath you, all curses and gasps and sighs. Every touch
to his body pulls out a reaction as if this is all a new, novel experience for
him, when you happen to know the two of you have been at this for months.
You’re about to think really hard about what this fact must mean for his social
development or some bullshit in the real world outside your comfy, cozy
apartment, when your little brother grabs your arms where you have them braced
by his shoulders, and says a new thing.
“B-Bo, pwease...:”
The bottom of your stomach just about drops out of you as you look down at
Dave’s naked form. The two of you had stripped barely five minutes ago. A
moment ago there was hardly a sweat drop on your face. Your dick was just
starting to take interest in the sweet starving gaze in your brother’s eyes as
they lick up your form. Now, however, the echo of Dave’s voice, pitched up an
octave or two from it’s usual range, ignites a fire in your stomach you were
sure he’d never manage to light.
“Who would have thought Bo Strider would forget to wipe his Internet history?”
Dave sneers, muscling together enough force to flip you over and onto your
back. Bro Junior gives him a standing ovation for all his efforts, and this is
something Dave takes advantage of as he saddles up on your hips, rocking his
erection against yours slowly.
“Guess you like what you saw.” You try, grasping vaguely at Dave’s sides as he
plants his hands on your chest, fingers tangling through the hair there as he
gyrates his hips more. He nods his head and lets his head loll back some, his
bottom lip between his teeth as he picks his hips up so his balls rub against
your cock for a beat.
When he settles once more your dick finds a comfortable place between his ass
cheeks and Dave bounces a little in your lap, not high enough for your skin to
separate. His cheeks match his eyes.
“What kinds of stuff is on there?” He asks in a childish voice, feigning
innocence as he reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks to let your dick sit
that much closer to him. Every inch of his skin that you glide your fingers
across is burning to the touch, and you can’t tell if it’s your fault or his.
Sex is your game. There hasn’t ever been a time when you didn’t have an ace up
your sleeve before now, but the thought of losing just this once doesn’t bother
you nearly as much as you thought it would. This time, you’ll admit defeat, if
only because it comes in such an irresistible form.
“Adult stuff.” You say, sliding your hands up his virtually hairless thighs.
You’re lucky Dave is such a twink, it really makes the fantasy all the more
real. “I don’t know if you’d like it. It’s not for little boys.”
Petulant, Dave shakes his head before he leans in against you, making certain
to grind his dick against yours for a good moment before he settles down.
“I’m a big boy, I can know,” he whines, squirming against you like an antsy
child, probably relishing the bruising grip you install upon his sides in your
spot reclined against the headboard, “Is it… Is it dirty stuff…?”
You shiver, and your heart rate nearly doubles as you swallow the drool that
nearly threatens to drip out of your open mouth. Dave giggles a little and
presses his face into the side of your neck.
“It’s okay, Bo, I’ve seen it.” He informs you in a light voice, still well
above his normal range. It’s so similar to what he sounded like as a middle
schooler. Your dick gives an appreciative twitch. “We can do that stuff. I
wanna do that stuff, with you.”
“Christ, kid…” You say, your hands digging in for a moment. Dave grinds against
you a little harder and you can feel the impatience buzzing on his skin. “I
dunno,” You continue, taking horrible, personal delight in dragging out the
torture for the both of you as Dave gives a frustrated whine.
“Bo, pwease… Touch me, Bo, I… I wanna…”
Dave drops his head to your shoulder and you give in, urging him up onto his
knees as you slide a hand down and take his cock in your hand. The skin is soft
and smooth, hot in your palm. You’ve been sweating enough that your skin slides
against his without much friction, and you just know he’s going to tease you
about it later. Right now, though, his hands find your hair and gasps sound by
your ear.
Beautiful, light, familiar curses, gasps and sighs fall from his lips, each one
a reminder that Dave has only ever made these noises for you. Now it’s your
turn to take the upper hand and push your little brother onto his back,
laughing as he scrambles to get on his knees and raise his ass in the air and
begs, a far cry from the innocent character he had played moments before.
As you slide your first finger in and Dave curses the air like the horny
teenager he is, you can’t help but grin. Maybe you’ll leave some suspension
tabs open next time just to see what he thinks.
 
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