I wanted davesprite
I wanted a giant dick
Thats really all there is to say on the matter
That is
so fucking hot
My anxiety is through the roof lately
And my work schedule is not helping
I work
Sunday at 5 p.m.
Wednesday at 4 a.m.
Thursday at 4 a.m.
Friday at 4 a.m.
Saturday at 7 a.m.
Sunday at 4 a.m.
Monday at 9 p.m.
Tuesday at 6 a.m.
Wednesday at 3 a.m.
Thursday at 1 a.m.
Notice the huge lack of resting space between Monday at 9 and Tuesday at 6
and the huge lack of friend time
and the huge lack of mental health I’m sure to experience over stress caused by no weekend break and super early mornings
and If i didn’t need this job so bad I really don’t think I would stay
because this is apparently easy.
One of the guys I worked with tonight just finished a 36 hour shift.
HOW?
They had better not expect that from me.
Because I can not.
I just can not.
It’s okay if it’s in a threeway, it’s not gay if it’s in a threeway~ With a honey in the middle there’s some leeway—…. wait.
Might delete this poop later.
Never delete this, it is beautiful
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
Dave humiliates Equius
▲: D --> 100king for a STRONG male to put me in my place
▼: woah what the fuck
▼: im sorry when did this become s and m central
▲: D --> You are a%eptably STRONG
▲: D --> I am prepared to receive orders
▼: yeah i guess you could say that
▼: i mean i might not have the mangrit of john but hey whatever
▼: orders huh alright give me a second
▲: D --> Preferably ones that emphasize the disparity in our relative hierarchical positions
▼: last i checked i lived in the land of the free and home of the brave
▼: slap a red white and blue shirt on me and let me fail elementary
▲: D --> Yes
▼: aint no hierarchy here
▲: D --> But we have established a hierarchy in the conte%t of this conversation
▲: D --> One in which you are above
▲: D --> And I am beneath you, groveling like a pathetic whelp
▼: alright alright
▼: well lets set the mood
▼: light some candles maybe slap on some mister white
▼: what are you wearing
▲: D --> I'm wearing a towel
▼: no deal
▼: take it off
▲: D --> Understood
▲: D --> I've dropped it on the f100r
▼: anything else
▲: D --> My shades
▼: oh hell we cant have that
▼: i wear the shades in this weird ass relationship
▲: D --> I apologize, I shall remove them this instant
▼: alright
▼: is that it
▲: D --> Yes
▲: D --> How shall I address you
▼: call me
▼: mixmaster strider
▲: D --> Ok, mi%master Strider
▲: D --> Should I capitalize the m in Mi%master to make it sound more offi%ial
▼: do what you got to do
▼: now
▼: for this next string of orders you arent going to type back
▲: D --> Understood
▼: i dont want your sweaty fingers pounding at the keys thanking me for all this goodness im gonna do for you
▼: now check it
▼: i want you to go to your list of friends you can message
▼: and tell them to come over
▼: then i want to to get on the floor face down ass up
▼: cause thats the way we like to
▼: anyways
▼: face down ass up
▼: and let them see you all strung out on submission like some sort of horny junkie
▼: hit me up after it is all over
▲: D --> Uh
▲: D --> No one wishes to come to my hive
▼: bullshit
▼: dont lie i know you have someone
▼: what about catgirl
▲: D --> She lives too far away
▲: D --> So she is e%pressing her regrets
▲: D --> Oh wait
▲: D --> Vriska has agreed to come over
▲: D --> I have a bad feeling about this
▼: well you better not disappoint
▼: show goes on man get into position
▲: D --> If that's what you want
▼: yep
▲: D --> Vriska has just left
▲: D --> Initially, she screamed
▲: D --> And then proceeded to mock me at length
▲: D --> She also took several photographs with the intention of blackmailing me later
▼: and you didnt move an inch the entire time
▼: right
▲: D --> No
▲: D --> I did as you instructed
▲: D --> Oh, Karkat has responded
▲: D --> It seems he suspects my intentions are 100d
▲: D --> I wonder what would have given him that impression
▼: tell him to get his paranoid ass over there
▼: and check out striders new ass slave
▲: D --> He told me to never put the words 'Strider' and 'ass' into the same sentence ever again
▼: what a chump
▲: D --> And he is trying to order me to cease communications with you
▲: D --> But I will be naughty and disobey
▼: very good
▼: because you listen to me and not him
▼: anyways just ignore him for now
▲: D --> Yes
▲: D --> You are his superior in every respect
▲: D --> Oh fudge
▲: D --> I think Karkat has te%ted Sollu% about it
▲: D --> Now he's mocking me as well
▲: D --> This is doubly obno%ious because I can just imagine his lispy whine whenever he writes
▼: ha
▼: word spreads fast about you
▼: and soon vriskas pictures might be all over too
▲: D --> I'm so ashamed
▼: damn man
▼: humiliation at its finest
▼: seriously why not just stop wearing clothes
▲: D --> Argh, now Aradia has joined the mi%
▼: get slut tattooed across your chest and walk around with a collar
▲: D --> Would that please you
▼: maybe i should invite them over to your home
▼: let them play with you a bit
▼: rent you out like a whore
▲: D --> Oh god
▲: D --> I
▲: D --> May I please touch myself
▼: i dont know
▼: do you think youve earned it
▲: D --> Ugh
▲: D --> Someone must have told Eridan
▲: D --> He's offering to come over even though I didn't invite him
▼: thats alright
▼: at the moment youre so pathetic even he is higher than you
▼: now lets see
▼: thats
▼: five of your friends who are now pretty much aware that youre just a walking talking bucket slut
▲: D --> Nnh
▲: D --> Nothing but a filthy
▲: D --> Debased
▲: D --> Whore
▲: D --> Lower than
▲: D --> A peasantb100d
▼: yep
▼: youre a lowly little cumslut
▼: getting off on being humilated
▼: and paraded around like a cheap fucktoy
▲: D --> I can't believe I'm sitting here, allowing someone to make such disgusting insinuations
▲: D --> And agreeing with it
▼: anyways
▼: still want to touch yourself
▲: D --> I'd rather you touch me
▼: im a little far you dumb cumdump
▲: D --> I know but
▲: D --> Wretched as I am, your hands are of such high and e%alted nature that even my filthy skin could not sully them
▲: D --> Like being touched by a divinity
▼: well id be flattered if those words were coming from anyone besides a cheap slutty sexslave
▼: anyways unless you got an idea to get me there i got nothing
Woah… Another five… I want to clean ask-box - ‘cause there a lot of questions which lie there a lot of time. And it’s kinda rude.
Oh, and sorry, but comments like - I like your art, you, your comic, keep doing well and such - stay unanswered, ‘cuz I can say on it only one - Thank you, I’m glad you like it, and, uh, yeah, you embarrassed me. So, you can keep telling me that }X ) but it was last time I answer on it with picture. ‘Cause - it’s kinda boring keep drawing myself shy and flushed. }: 0
I prefer interesting questions, or at least those of which I can draw a funny picture. }: )
whenever dad wants to punish John, rather than denying the boy sex
he’ll dig out his most favorite thing he owns for the bedroom
a little tube of cake flavored lube (you’d be surprised at the flavors this shit comes in and it took a lot of online searching to find this one he wanted red velvet and ended up settling for devils food, which is still more than okay)
and he’ll beckon John into the bedroom and coat his cock in it and tell the boy to suck and not stop until he says so
and John whines because he can see the little yellow jar and god he hates sweets but he complies anyways, getting down on his knees and wrapping his lips around his fathers cock
his hands go up but the older egbert tsks at him, tells him hands behind his back and mouth only, and if he feels even a hint of teeth the punishment is going to get much worse
a groan slips johns lips, shakily clasping his hands behind his back as he struggles to wrap his lips around his own teeth and take his father down to the hilt which is tough shit because dad isn’t lacking in size
he slips up once, teeth just barely grazing a stray vein but Egbert doesnt comment on it, let’s John keep going without another mistake.
and right when he’s about to finish and johns waiting for that sweet moment he gets to taste his father, he’s shoved back, smacking his lips at the taste of precum and cake as he begs, literally begs his daddy to let him swallow.
and the older egbert shakes his head, tells John he felt teeth, adds that he’s not allowed to take care of himself until tomorrow, or else.
and John shudders under his gaze, let’s himself collapse on the floor after his dad has retreated to the bathroom
god why did he let himself get a C on that test.
I’m literally rolling around my floor over feelings about dad binding johns wrists with his tie and
ever so slowly fucking him
rolling his hips and sliding his hand up johns stomach
listening to every little gasp the small boy makes underneath him, sliding in and out carefully, going as deep as he can every single time
but still maintaining that gentle touch only a father could offer his son
YES
I just wanted to share something and ahhh this is still a guilty ship of mine, but I’m starting to kind of like it. I don’t have the balls to write a full fic. SO I’LL JUST SHARE THIS WITH YOU
John has never really been a shameful kid. But as he gets a bit older, he develops a certain level of devious promiscuity. Dad ignores it for the most part. So long as he doesn’t get hurt, no harm done, right?
Well, soon John’s prankster gambit and curiosity start coming in to play. He’ll walk to his bedroom from the shower naked. He’ll lay on the couch with his shirt rucked up over his stomach, his flat but soft looking stomach rising and falling gently as he breaths. The number of phallic foods he eats in front of Dad increases, and Dad’s at the end of his rope. John is an attractive young man. They both know it.
And he is a complete tease.
Then one day, John is helping Dad make cake. An activity they don’t do nearly as much as they used to. John’s humming along, wearing an apron and shorts that really he grew out of two years ago.
Dad swears the next part had to be an accident. John bumps the mixing bowl, and the mostly finished vanilla cake batter flies everywhere. All over Dad, ruining his nice new pants, and of course, all over John.
It’s splattered all over his apron, up his neck, and on his face, dripping from his glasses and hair. John looks surprised, then licks his lips, and gets that evil little glint in his eye that he gets when he’s about to prank someone.
He slowly runs his tongue over his lips, catching as much of the batter as he can. Then, he scoops some off of his apron, and licks his fingers clean, sucking on each digit fully before running his tongue up the back of his hand.
Oh, hello boner. It’s nice to meet you. How about I acquaint you with my son, John.
John who is getting rather close.
John who is leaning in towards his father.
John who is dragging that wet little tongue up Dad’s neck to lick away the batter that had been left splattered there.
“Mmmm….” he moans in his ear. And he’s pressing his body against Dad’s, and it’s obvious he’s doing it on purpose.
Another thing that’s obvious is the erection he’s grinding against his father’s leg.
That makes Dad just lose it. He pushes John down on the counter, and practically rips off John’s stupid little shorts, and underwear that he’s pretty sure belong on a girls ass, not a young man’s. Honestly, are those cotton panties, with strawberries on them?
Now that those are gone, the only thing that’s keeping John’s erection from being exposed is his apron, and Dad has no problem with that. John looks a bit surprised beneath him, as Dad lifts him so his back is flat on the counter, but not all together displeased.
Dad undoes his own pants, pulling himself out, stroking his hardening length, and John’s eyes widen a bit at the size.
And then Dad’s pining John’s hands above his head, and frotting against his son through the fabric of the apron, drawing short, desperate gasps from John. Dad leans down to lick some of the batter from John’s cheek, causing him to whimper, and the pace is increasing rapidly. Soon, they’re both close. So close.
“Dad,” John breaths. “Ah.. Ah, ah! Ah! AH!” He comes, spurting inside the apron, and Dad pulls back, stroking himself over John, who opens his mouth, ready for it, tongue out as his father seed is sprayed all over his face and chest.
After a few minutes of laying there and panting, Dad does up his trousers again, and John hops to the floor, pulling up his shorts, grabbing some paper towel to clean himself off, and they both go back to work, Dad grabbing a new box of cake mix.
“I love you, Dad,” John says softly, touching his father’s hand in passing.
“I love you too, son.”
Here’s a fantastic fic by mobiiu2doublereacharound. They informed me they’re going to have JohnDad material on their blog, so you should really check them out!
