A/N: Don't worry, this isn't the last chapter you'll be hearing of em'. Just give me some time to write them 'cause hell if I know if I've got any spare time to write. But I won't stop just here.

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Fandomstuck: SuperStuck with Fandomstuck Chapter 3

You grumble to yourself and slam the door close as you enter your respiteblock. You are not falling for Supernatural. He stays as your kismesis and always will. Your hatred for him will never vanish.

You sure about that?

The little voice in your head says. You nod your head as you scream, "YES!"

Let numerous hours pass by

Knock. Knock. "H-homestuck? Are you in there?" You perk up from your work, which is drawing fandoms' faces with chalk, and look at your door. You make no move to get up, wondering who this fandom would be. "Hey listen, I think your friend is drunk and he wants to see you" You recognize the voice behind the door and recognize it easily. It's Kuroshitsuji. Wait, did she say friend?

You get up and pull your door open to see Kuroshitsuji carrying that fandom who, now, haunts your memories. You narrow your eyes at the said intoxicated fandom and sigh. "And where did you get the idea of bringing him to me?" You ask, crossing your arms as if to signify your annoyance. You don't know why you cross your arms on those occasions. Force of habit, maybe?

"E-eeh? Ahh, Supernatural came staggering to me, asking where the bloody hell demon boy was at. I assumed he was drunk by the looks of it and there's no possible way he'd approach me due to the fact he already hates me." Kuroshitsuji rolled her eyes. You stare at the tipsy figure in her arms and sigh. "Do you have any idea as to why he would do this?" You ask, leaning on the door for support. You hear Supernatural laugh lightly before mumbling something both you and Kuroshitsuji didn't understand. She shook her head, her expression going sour. You think it's because he probably weighs a ton. "Ooff!"

And you were right. Kuroshitsuji gave out and straight out dropped him on the floor. She heaved a sigh and scratched the back of her head. "Well, there was one more thing he told me. He wanted me to take him to you. So, I'll just…." You watch as Kuroshitsuji drags Supernatural's drunk form into your respiteblock and absconds quickly before you could object. "Wha- Why you little.." You growl and close the door. You turn around and inspect the fandom who dare touched your horns. Supernatural was chuckling as he tried to sit up.

You narrow your eyes on him and shuffle closer, circling him like he's your prey. But not too for his reach. "Hey Homestuck. I apologize -hic- for what happened a few hours ago. I didn't know your moans were so alluring that I just haaaad to hear more. So I -hic- continued to rub your horns just to hear you make those noises. When I realized what I was doing, I stopped since it probably felt uncomfortable." He doesn't look at you but smiles throughout the whole blunt confession. Or was it an apology? But you caught up on a specific part of his confession, apology, or whatever it was. "Probably felt uncomfortable? PROBABLY felt uncomfortable? That's your reason? Heck, it's wrong, for fuck's sake! Do you even know what you have done?!" You bare your teeth as you growl, forcing an answer out of him.

"Turn you on?"

Supernatural is really getting in your nerves. If he doesn't— Wait, what did he say just now? You replay the word in your head and blush involuntarily. You have no words to speak and your brain has immobilized your body for a temporary limit of time. "Y-yeah, that." You mumble, mostly to yourself. You have no idea how to handle this situation anymore. You hate to admit it but what other reason would there be? Both you and Supernatural sit in silence for a while, letting the calm yet awkward tension surround you. How could you let this small thing get to you, anyways? It's just an accident. Don't overthink this little problem.

Don't overthink this "little" problem

Whoa, was that sarcasm just now? There, riiiiiight there. When you said Don't overthink this little problem. Did you just EMPHASIZE on that "little" on there? Great, now you're doing it. Well, at least that got your mind off of your stressing case. You decide to settle this thing once and for all and make an agreement to never speak of the absurd event you and Supernatural has done. But you have no idea how many more things there are that awaits you. You take in a deep breath and face the fandom who still looks like he hasn't come down from his high.

"I don't think you'll listen to me since you're drunk. I'll have to wait for you to be sober again to talk to you" You say, bending your knees towards your chest to lock them in your arms to an embracing position. Supernatural eyes you at the corner of his eyes and smirks. He shuffles closer to you and places both his hands beside you. Now you're getting freaked. "Uuhhh.." You release your hands and drop them beside you, propping yourself up to help you lean away from the smirking dark angel. "Then let me make it up to you. Let me finish what I've started."

Supernatural raises his hand and places it on your chest. For a second, you panic when he moves his hand up and down your torso. "What the hell?!" You scream at his face. But this doesn't affect him. "What do you think you're doing?!" You shout, once more, and get flustered when his fingers accidentally touched a sensitive spot on your stomach. "Like what I said, finishing what I started. I left you turned on, haven't I? So that means I'll have to turn you off" He licked his lips, the last words dripping from his lips. 'That was really cheesy, just now. I mean, who would say "turn you off" anyways?' You think.

You're frozen with shock when Supernatural reaches up and grabs your horns again. Your eyes turn wild from the sudden contact but you take in a deep breath in attempt to stay calm. "W-what do you mean 'turn off'?" You ask the fandom now looming over your body. It took you a while to notice but you are now lying on your back side with Supernatural hovering above you. "Exactly what it means. I'll help you with your unforgotten problem" The brunette smirks before leaning down towards you, placing a chaste kiss on your neck. You shiver and place your hands on his shoulder to try to push him off. But the lower he kisses down your neck, the more you involuntarily pull him closer. "Wait, this is wrong!" You defend your dignity, maybe your virginity, and yelled at Supernatural. No use. He's still in his drunk state.

"Oh c'mon. It's not like it's wrong to be turned on by a guy, too" Supernatural hooks a finger on the hem of your shirt and pulls it up slowly, making you feel the fabric caress your soft gray-painted skin. You have nothing else to say but give out small grunts of disapproval at the actions your rival is doing. Supernatural starts to go lower and unbuttons your pants. That's when you snap.

Snap

"That's it! I had ENOUGH of your little games, Supernat-" Your sentence was cut off when you felt a warm hand clamp over your length. You look down at the smirking fandom who took his chance and tugged on your length. "Nggh-" You try to keep your mouth in a straight line but the anonymous moans kept coming out your mouth like a waterfall. You watch him, in your blushing state, as he nears your length and sticks a tongue out to lick it. You close your eyes, yet again, to hide the scene. Wrong choice. Remember what happened the last time you did that? It did NOT go well.

'Damn it!' You force your eyes open when you felt a finger circling your orifice. "Whoa, back off! Too far!" You turn your head away and scold him. You frown and take a small peek down below. Supernatural's cheeks were tinted with a rosy red hue as he withdraws his finger and coated it with his saliva. You watch, bewildered, when he places his finger on your hole and slowly enters it. 'Are you serious?!' Your eyes turn wide, inexperienced to the foreign figure inside you. As he motions his finger in and out of you, you start to get used to the feeling and turn flustered. This was starting to feel good. And it's scaring you.

"M-mmhhh" Your moan was muffled due to the palm of your hand covering your mouth. Supernatural smiles, looking up at you. His mouth leaves your length, having to reach up and connect his lips to yours. His lips massage yours as if encouraging you to answer back. You still have no idea what's going on, though. Okay, maybe that was a lie. A little white lie. But that doesn't matter, right? Like, if you were to say you didn't enjoy this steamy situation, that, itself, is a lie as well. You hesitate at first but respond anyways. You close your eyes, slowly kissing him back unsurely. You can feel his mouth spread to a grin as he added a second finger in your hole. You start to shift under him and grab his coat.

You open your eyes and realize he still had his clothes on. You tug on his brown coat down to his arms. The brunette pulls away from the kiss and removes the coat for you. It was a wonder to you how he got it off with his dark wings in the way. After removing it, he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down after removing his shoes. You stare at the black shirt he still wears and pull it off without thinking. Seem like you had to pull it off too all the way to his wings. Supernatural looks at you shocked, like he wasn't drunk anymore. You stare back, unsure whether you intend to do it or not. He only chuckles before leaning towards you again to capture your lips on his. His tongue pokes your mouth, asking for entrance. Before you do anything, your mind has been filled with a thousand questions. One hour, Supernatural was hating you then the next, he's here making out with you. And you thought he was in your kismesis quadrant?

Going back in the present, you open your mouth a little and feel his tongue ravish the inner caverns of your mouth. His saliva leaks from your mouth and the kissing turns heavy. He proceeds to push and pull his fingers out of you rapidly. You tense and crave for more. "M-more.." You gasp, the chance you get to breathe in for more air. You lift your hands up to his boxers and pull on it. Once something, or someone, starts to turn you on, you become a wild animal out of a cage. You get a taste of fortune and crave for more.

Crave for more

You pull down his boxers without permission and rub your lower genitals against his. God, is this spiking your hormones into overdrive. Supernatural smirks at you and takes off his own boxers. "You want more? I'll give you more." You can hear the slight slur in his voice so you figured he wasn't fully sober yet. You wonder what the look on his face would be if he turned sober at the wrong time? The thought of it makes you laugh yet at the same time, disappointed. Disregarding yet another thought, you felt his own length prof your opening. You take in a deep breath, burying your face on his neck and close your eyes. He guides his length in slowly as he enters you.

"Ahhhh! Oh fuck!" You hiss at the feeling of being stretched. The pain was horrid! The fandom stayed still to let you get used to the feeling. My, my. Who knew the first fandom, or anyone, in particular, was your kismesis who took your virginity? Surprisingly, the same fandom who loathes your presence and mistaken you as a demon. Once you did, you nodded your head as signal. Supernatural pulls back, taking his time to feel the hot walls of your lower orifice, and steadily pushes back in. He makes a slow and steady rhythm as he continues his pace. You try your best to tone your moans down, afraid of the other fandoms who might walk by and hear you. Your respiteblock is filled with heavy breaths and sighs along with the lewd noises you and the brunette makes. You swallow a lump in your throat and think about doing what was on your mind lately since the moment he entered you. You spread your legs and feel him deeper. He quickens his pace at the newfound space.

"I never would've.. Ahhh.. Thought that I would lose my virginity to some j- Nggh.. Jerk who hates me in the guts." Your mouth unleashes your thoughts and moans at the same time. It might be a little breathy but nonetheless, understandable.

"Heh. So did I, as well. But now, I'm the jerk who's literally fucking you in the guts right now." The fandom looming above you whispers. You raise an eyebrow at the tone of his voice. Do you think he's turn sober now? He didn't sound slurred and drunk anymore. Your voice gets stuck in your throat when he starts pounding into you harshly. You could feel him rapidly going in and out of you and you are nearly losing control. You managed to reply anyways. "F-fuck. Mhhmmm. Don't make it hard for me" You ironically rolled your eyes as you replied in sarcasm. But it came out differently than you'd expect.

"Oh, am I?" Supernatural leaned closer to your ear and whispered. His hands reaches your nipples and fiddles them between his fingers. You grit your teeth and lean your forehead on his shoulder. Wrong choice. If you were getting highly flushed by the feeling of you getting fucked mercilessly, how would you feel when the figure fucking you mercilessly was right in your line of sight? That's what you exactly felt. You could see Supernatural's length going in and out of you rapidly, being coated with a slick and sticky substance. "… N-Nat.." You were too weak to say his name and came up with a shorter nickname. This took the other's attention.

"Hnn. I like the name, demon." He chuckles teasingly. Your lips form a pout and you look away. "I-I'm not a demon" You admit. You could hear him snicker above you and his hands reach down on your thighs, spreading them wider. He enters you deeper, if possible, and starts to look for the spot. You look back up at him daringly. "Pfft. You can never find it." You scoff.

Supernatural smirks, in acceptance of your challenge. "Oh, really?" He pushes in and out of you rapidly and tries to find it. You shake your head in disbelief but stop and gasp when you felt something sensitive inside you get hit. In fact, hit repeatedly. The brunette grinned and aimed for the exact spot. "A-aahh! Oh fuck! There… Right there" You blush, embarrassed of your own words, and turn your head away. The fandom seems to grant your wish and continued to push in and out of you like there's no tomorrow. The filthy noises that surround both of you is enough to make you crazy. The slapping of skin against skin. The wet noise both of you produce everytime he pushes in. The heavy pants in the air. In a pause of time and space, you braced yourself and came, loads of it. And so did Supernatural.

The brunette pulls out of you and stays quiet as he sat on the floor. You took the time to think where your relationship with him is going. Was this still kismesissitude? Or was this matespriteship? Not like the latter really knew what it was. You steal a glance at him but found the devil himself staring at you.

He stays silent but as a moment of it passed, he tilts his head and asks, "Would you like to come in my room for a bath? I mean, it's not like I know how your aliens take a bath but.. I'm just wondering" He mumbles the last part and looks down. 'Why's he being so kind all of a sudden?' You think. You smack yourself mentally and reconsider the thought of him actually having flushed feelings for you. "Y-yeah. That sounds good to me" You reply and stare down at the ground. Supernatural smiles one of his rare smiles and pulls you up after getting himself up. You get a new pair of clothes and hurry down to his room. Luckily, almost about every fandom was out having meetings, hanging out, or doing what ever the hell they liked.

You are the Homestuck fandom and you are standing, bare naked, with Supernatural, who's also bare naked, in his room, about to take a human bath. You have mixed feelings for this fandom and you have no idea if it's good or bad. But certainly, a part of you thinks this is good.

Reply/ies on the reviews:
To SeriouslyWho on October 25.

I'm portraying Homestuck as male.

And the others, I might take some time to update but I DEFINITELY ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY UPDATE for as long as I will live. Unfortunate though if I happen to get hit by a huge truck the following day and got a coma. Heh. Heh.