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helpyoufly2011-03-12 11:18 pm
windychimes) wrote in helpyoufly2011-03-12 11:18 pm
Great Expectations (Homestuck; Dualscar/Eridan)
Title: Great Expectations
Word Count: 940
Character/Pairing: Dualscar/Eridan
Warnings: Noncon
Notes: Fandom's been churning out Dualscar porn and I just had to join in.
He is infuriatingly pathetic. Nothing could ever hope to stand up to your greatness, of course, but he is not even worthy of visage in the remotest sense. Sniveling, pleading, wretched… He begs for a quadrant from everything with a pulse. Lowblood, highblood, anything.
He is not worthy of your name.
You find him in his room, sniffling and weeping in the corner. This only serves to steel your resolve. It’s no wonder he has no quadrant; he is too pitiable even for a redrom. You don’t bother concealing the noise of your footsteps as you come up behind him, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and slamming him into the wall. Eridan cries out and struggles but is unable to escape your grip.
Good. If he can’t even escape such a light hold he definitely deserves this.
“I’vve grown tired a wwatchin you make a fool out a yourself.”
Eridan tries to look over his shoulder but he can’t quite make it. “Leavve me alone!”
You press him harder against the wall unable to contain a chuckle. “I’m surprised you’re not beggin me to fuck you like you do wwith evveryone else.” You spit on his cheek. “You’re an insult to my name, wwiggler.”
“I don’t evven fuckin use your stupid name anymore!” He continues to struggle and it is delicious. He won’t be a worthy opponent, he will never be, but perhaps he’ll have enough fight to be a satisfying snack. “I’m Eridan fuckin Ampora! I’m not fuckin Loser Dualscar!”
You can’t help but laugh. The fear in his voice is evident but he still tries to keep up the bravado.
It’s been too long since you last crushed a bug beneath your heel.
“Loser Dualscar, eh? Such a charmin name you’vve givven me.” You twist your fingers into his hair and pull. That whimper… yes. That’s what you’ve been looking for. “I had hoped my spawwn wwould be a little wwittier.”
“Fuck you!” he says, and proves your point.
“Ah ah ah, little one. I’ll be doin the fuckin here.”
The way his eyes widen is beautiful. He struggles more but still cannot escape your grasp. Sneering, your hot breath ghosts over his earfins and you rip his belt off. His trousers fall to his feet and he weeps.
You were hoping he’d put up one last fight, but this will have to do. Shuddering sobs wrack his body and the pity you feel overwhelms the disgust just long enough for you to shove two fingers in his mouth. He doesn’t deserve this much, but there’s no sense in roughing him up too badly; breaking new toys is for Mindfang, not you. Once you feel your fingers are wet enough you pull them out of his mouth and shove them up his chute. He howls in pain and scratches at the wall, trying to scramble away as he thrashes in your grip. Ah, there we go. Sometimes all an animal needs is a little prodding to do what you want.
“Beg me not to fuck you. Beg for your pathetic fuckin life like the wwiggler you are.”
His wide eyes narrow to slants. “I’d rather fuckin die. Do your wworst.”
His spits in your face and you laugh.
“Good to see you havve some of my genes.” You rip your fingers from his chute and line your bulge up. With a whimper he attempts to escape again. “There’s hope for you yet, grublet.”
The first thrust doesn’t even enter Eridan all the way. Your bulge can only get halfway in, blocked by the pain of it scraping along the sides and Eridan’s exquisite tightness. It’s been far, far too long since you’ve had a virgin. His sobs start anew and once again he attempts to climb away from you. You grab him by the hips and slam him all the way down onto your bulge.
“Relax, grublet.” He’s stiff as driftwood, barely breathing. “It’ll be a lot fuckin easier if you don’t tighten up your little nook so much.”
Long moments pass before he finally eases up, just in the slightest. A smirk graces your features and you pull out just enough for him to really feel it when you slam all the way in again. Each thrust draws a sob from his throat, volume increasing significantly when purple blood begins to trickle down your bulge.
“Just like that,” you growl into his ear. “Scream for me.”
“Nevver!” Tears still stream down his face but he no longer howls at every thrust. For a moment you admire his tenacity. “Fuck off, you wwannabe piece of seahorse shit. You’re a fuckin has been. I’m Eridan fuckin Ampora and I am better than you in evvery fuckin wway.”
You chuckle at that. “There’s hope for you yet.”
Eridan no doubt has another pathetic retort but you’ve paused long enough. Grabbing his bulge you stroke it until he comes, shuddering and sobbing throughout his orgasm. That extra little tightness he gives during his orgasm is just what you need; you slam him completely against the wall, bulge as far up his chute it can go. Finally you step back, dropping him on the floor and grinning when purple leaks out from him.
“Clean yourself up. Tomorroww I’ll showw you howw a real troll acts.” You spit on him and turn to leave. “I’ll make you into somethin useful yet.”
You don’t even spare him a second glance as you walk off. As pathetic as he is, he still has your genes; he will never be as good as you, but he can try.
Word Count: 940
Character/Pairing: Dualscar/Eridan
Warnings: Noncon
Notes: Fandom's been churning out Dualscar porn and I just had to join in.
He is infuriatingly pathetic. Nothing could ever hope to stand up to your greatness, of course, but he is not even worthy of visage in the remotest sense. Sniveling, pleading, wretched… He begs for a quadrant from everything with a pulse. Lowblood, highblood, anything.
He is not worthy of your name.
You find him in his room, sniffling and weeping in the corner. This only serves to steel your resolve. It’s no wonder he has no quadrant; he is too pitiable even for a redrom. You don’t bother concealing the noise of your footsteps as you come up behind him, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and slamming him into the wall. Eridan cries out and struggles but is unable to escape your grip.
Good. If he can’t even escape such a light hold he definitely deserves this.
“I’vve grown tired a wwatchin you make a fool out a yourself.”
Eridan tries to look over his shoulder but he can’t quite make it. “Leavve me alone!”
You press him harder against the wall unable to contain a chuckle. “I’m surprised you’re not beggin me to fuck you like you do wwith evveryone else.” You spit on his cheek. “You’re an insult to my name, wwiggler.”
“I don’t evven fuckin use your stupid name anymore!” He continues to struggle and it is delicious. He won’t be a worthy opponent, he will never be, but perhaps he’ll have enough fight to be a satisfying snack. “I’m Eridan fuckin Ampora! I’m not fuckin Loser Dualscar!”
You can’t help but laugh. The fear in his voice is evident but he still tries to keep up the bravado.
It’s been too long since you last crushed a bug beneath your heel.
“Loser Dualscar, eh? Such a charmin name you’vve givven me.” You twist your fingers into his hair and pull. That whimper… yes. That’s what you’ve been looking for. “I had hoped my spawwn wwould be a little wwittier.”
“Fuck you!” he says, and proves your point.
“Ah ah ah, little one. I’ll be doin the fuckin here.”
The way his eyes widen is beautiful. He struggles more but still cannot escape your grasp. Sneering, your hot breath ghosts over his earfins and you rip his belt off. His trousers fall to his feet and he weeps.
You were hoping he’d put up one last fight, but this will have to do. Shuddering sobs wrack his body and the pity you feel overwhelms the disgust just long enough for you to shove two fingers in his mouth. He doesn’t deserve this much, but there’s no sense in roughing him up too badly; breaking new toys is for Mindfang, not you. Once you feel your fingers are wet enough you pull them out of his mouth and shove them up his chute. He howls in pain and scratches at the wall, trying to scramble away as he thrashes in your grip. Ah, there we go. Sometimes all an animal needs is a little prodding to do what you want.
“Beg me not to fuck you. Beg for your pathetic fuckin life like the wwiggler you are.”
His wide eyes narrow to slants. “I’d rather fuckin die. Do your wworst.”
His spits in your face and you laugh.
“Good to see you havve some of my genes.” You rip your fingers from his chute and line your bulge up. With a whimper he attempts to escape again. “There’s hope for you yet, grublet.”
The first thrust doesn’t even enter Eridan all the way. Your bulge can only get halfway in, blocked by the pain of it scraping along the sides and Eridan’s exquisite tightness. It’s been far, far too long since you’ve had a virgin. His sobs start anew and once again he attempts to climb away from you. You grab him by the hips and slam him all the way down onto your bulge.
“Relax, grublet.” He’s stiff as driftwood, barely breathing. “It’ll be a lot fuckin easier if you don’t tighten up your little nook so much.”
Long moments pass before he finally eases up, just in the slightest. A smirk graces your features and you pull out just enough for him to really feel it when you slam all the way in again. Each thrust draws a sob from his throat, volume increasing significantly when purple blood begins to trickle down your bulge.
“Just like that,” you growl into his ear. “Scream for me.”
“Nevver!” Tears still stream down his face but he no longer howls at every thrust. For a moment you admire his tenacity. “Fuck off, you wwannabe piece of seahorse shit. You’re a fuckin has been. I’m Eridan fuckin Ampora and I am better than you in evvery fuckin wway.”
You chuckle at that. “There’s hope for you yet.”
Eridan no doubt has another pathetic retort but you’ve paused long enough. Grabbing his bulge you stroke it until he comes, shuddering and sobbing throughout his orgasm. That extra little tightness he gives during his orgasm is just what you need; you slam him completely against the wall, bulge as far up his chute it can go. Finally you step back, dropping him on the floor and grinning when purple leaks out from him.
“Clean yourself up. Tomorroww I’ll showw you howw a real troll acts.” You spit on him and turn to leave. “I’ll make you into somethin useful yet.”
You don’t even spare him a second glance as you walk off. As pathetic as he is, he still has your genes; he will never be as good as you, but he can try.
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