Although technically, Dave's clothes are what has lifdoff. There'ss something terrifyingly hot about the way Aradia takes over his body so suddenly. He figures that if she had warned him, there would not have been shock value and the entire sensation would have been lost.
The closest thing he can compare it to would be bondage, except this bondage is of the mental kind. She has him pinned down to the bed while she exits the room in search. For what, though, he has no idea.
Dave feels her hold on him growing weaker as she navigates farther away from the bedroom, and eventually it breaks completely. Even though he has control of his body again, he's too frightened to move. He breathes slowly, trying not to flinch even a centimeter out of place. Aradia would know, and some kind of sixth sense tells Dave that she would have him for it.
But she's gone for quite a while, and Dave starts to think she might have left the apartment entirely.
He flicks on his iShades as quickly as he can and searches for her name on Trollsum. She isn't online.
He's quick to open a memo with the intention of asking where she's gone, but before he can even begin to type, he gets a message.
It's his future self.
His future self telling him to be patient. Telling him that he can't get the underwear he isn't wearing in a twist, because, well, he's not wearing it. Aradia will make it worth waiting for.
Dave does not reply. He simply tosses his shades across the room in frustration, suddenly understanding Karkat's weird hatemance for himself.
It's hard, waiting in bed for the girl you've been longing to fuck for eternity. He's hard and Aradia doesn't understand.
part three of idk how manyjust_0kMay 30 2011, 04:16:27 UTC
She does not come home for an hour, and when she does she finds him drifting off to sleep in the same position she left him in.
Aradia feels a smile forming on her lips as she stalks over to the bed and climbs on top of him. His eyes bat open in the most pitiful way, looking at her, tracing her features, realizing what happened.
"Fuck, Aradia, you could've at least said when you were coming back," he says. She giggles her typical girlish laugh in response, leaning down to kiss him much more tenderly than he anticipated. It's the longest kiss they've ever shared, or at least the kiss they've felt last longest. It's hard to decide, with both of their perceptions of time different from the rest of the world.
When Dave is fully awake and kissing her back, Aradia breaks away, pushing herself into a sitting position, stroking his chest with her fingertips.
"Where did you even go?" he asks.
"To do some research," she replies simply. "To figure out how to weld our mating habits together."
This statement causes Dave to sit up, causing Aradia to almost fall off of him, but he catches her and holds her close to his body. "Took you long enough."
She laughs halfheartedly. "Did you at least have enough time to prepare your body for releasing genetic material?"
"What?" Dave loosens his grip on her, staring absurdly into her eyes. They try to telepathically send each other messages, but it doesn't work and Dave is forced to say his thoughts out loud. "Are you saying you want to have some kind of weird alien troll-human hybrid baby with me?"
"I don't know, Dave," she sighs. "Trolls don't partake in-- well, sex for recreational purposes. Usually."
"Usually?"
"If it isn't for reproduction, it's used to degrade other trolls. To show dominance or rank or position on the hemospectrum."
Dave's thoughts slips quickly to Eridan. That right there, he decides, is the grandest definition of irony.
"And then we cull the weaker troll."
"Shit," Dave mutters. He mulls over this information, stumbling over several thoughts and situation where these circumstances could be put to use. "So which one of us is going to be claiming dominance over the other?"
He didn't even know what he was saying until the words came out of his mouth, and Aradia made a noise that could only be described as a squeak - there really is no way a human could have made that noise.
"No, seriously, let's do it," he says, leaning in to kiss her throat. "Except without the culling shit, because that's just dumb as fuck."
"Well," she starts with a shaking voice. "Are we going to use p-"
"Protection? Yeah, we're not gonna risk exchange of weird alien STDs. Not that I have any. Or you do."
Aradia is frozen in his arms, clinging to his neck. "I meant, um," she stutters. "I meant pails."
Dave has to stop everything he's doing and thinking to look at her and see that she's being serious. He would have laughed if it weren't for that nervous look in her eyes.
and then there was part 4. still not sure it's done yet.just_0kJune 4 2011, 04:18:26 UTC
And so, approximately five minutes later, Dave finds himself positioned awkwardly between Aradia's legs, hovering over a cold and empty bucket. He grasps her hips anxiously, looking down at her slender body. It's strange how she doesn't have basic human anatomical features, but it's strange in that exotic, attractive way: no belly button, and no nipples.
"I trust you," she says, interrupting his thoughts. Her words bring his eyes to meet hers; warm and glowing like a Houston sunrise. Dave can't help but smile weakly. Neither Bro nor the internet never taught him how to handle hot alien chicks.
"Completely?" His question is only asked half ironically.
She returns the smile, tossing her head back and laughing. "Completely," she answers, crossing her legs tightly around his hips, forcing him to press against her notably dry entrance. Dave glances down insecurely, kneading his fingers into her flesh.
"And we can go at it just like this?"
"Mhm," she replies, arching her back to get him to move closer inwards.
"Troll anatomy sure is confusing, 'Radia," he mumbles, scooting forward in preparation. "Still think we should use lube or something."
But he thrusts into her anyways, because what is any relationship without trust? She breathes in heavily, hips rolling into his as much as his hands will allow them to, and the look on her face is slightly pained from the hard friction but soon her body adjusts and her expression turns to pleasant.
The feeling inside of her is unlike anything Dave has experienced before. On average, the trolls have a lower internal temperature than humans (due to being coldblooded, he will later find out) so it isn't hot. He immediately finds out, however, that there is no need for lube and Aradia was right, because under a certain muscle he triggered when he entered her, genetic material was already gushing out of her in small quantities.
So, when he pulls out, some of it splatters into the pail, and the rest of it coats his member in a strange translucent strawberry red. It's almost gross, looking so similar to human blood but Dave tells himself that it's just her species, and he's waited too long to be doing this. Aradia wriggles in his grasp, thrusting forward onto him again. She doesn't get far, but it's sure as hell far enough to make him return the gesture automatically.
Dave is lost in the sick beat he subconsciously began to pound against her, like some sort of club where every person within the walls are jumping in unison to the music. Aradia may be the alien girl he fell in love with, but her cries and her body are as human as they can get, except for that one special part on her flap that, when he hits it, she cries out in some kind of Alternian chirping.
It's basically the hottest thing Paradox Space could have ever created.
"Daave," she whines attentively, the crooning tone of her voice causing him to slow down to a more sensuous pace. He can feel himself boiling up, flushing a red so deep it could rival hers. She repeats his name, and he looks down into her beautiful golden eyes. Her hand is up to her face, and she's biting down on her finger- he thinks he sees blood, but it must just be lipstick because it doesn't shimmer the way blood ought to.
He feels a drop of sweat slide down the side of his face, and this is the last thing he can truly feel, because out of nowhere, Aradia has him in a time-lock. Dave can't even blink. She carefully slides off of him, steadying herself over the pail to let the last trails of material slide into it. It's only three quarters of the way full, he notices, but between her arousal, her exhaustion, and her concentration on keeping him locked, she manages to carefully reposition him so that he is nearly sitting on top of the pail. Dave sees her tongue peek out from between her lips, licking away what actually is blood from her finger before, and he never thought himself to be the blood-play sort of guy.
4.2 i was over character limit LMAOjust_0kJune 4 2011, 04:19:14 UTC
When she lets him go, she's already climbed back on top of him, and he almost falls but she catches him like a bizarre telekinesis ninja. Aradia keeps him under her grasp controlling his hips with one hand, and roughly tangling the other (bloodied) one in his hair. She pulls his head back gingerly, leaning down and kisses him like he's the only thing in the world keeping her alive. It's Dave that moans this time, and he's positive his face is one big hot lipstick mess, but he doesn't care about looking cool for her. No, not when she's riding him like a goddamn horse, and her fluids are dripping gratuitously down his legs completely missing the pail and likely staining everything it touches. It's not until he groans her name in the most pathetic tone he can muster that she releases her telekinetic grasp on him. All of the feeling rushes back into his lower half, and he feels as though his knees are about to give out but with one last thrust, his entire world explodes. Somewhere in the mess of semen and fireworks, Aradia chirps pleasantly into his ear, getting off of him and moving the pail.
Falling onto the floor panting heavily, Dave watches her squat over the bucket, letting his own material slide out of her. She meets his eyes and blushes furiously, even after their exchange.
He didn't even notice when the condom broke,and Dave decides that it doesn't matter because everything went in the pail anyways. Aradia finishes whatever Alternian pail-filling tradition she was practicing and crawls over to him, laying comfortably on his chest. Neither speak a word until their breaths have evened out, drawing in air at a steady, gentle pace.
Dave shifts, turning his head to look at the far side of the room where his shades lay. He realizes now that future him- well, current him- was right. Aradia did make it worth the wait.
"Hey," he grunts, shaking her a little. Aradia blinks up at him sleepily, obviously still basking in that human disease called afterglow. "Why don't you go draw a bath or something. I need to take care of a whiny little bitch called past me, and we both need a good fucking soak."
She hums something that sounds vaguely like "okay" and kisses his chest tenderly before pushing herself to her feet. As she leaves the room, carefully avoiding the full pail, Dave inches towards his shades and flicks on pesterchum.
hey asshole i know youre laying there like a pitiful naked little fuck but dont get your little girl panties in a twist because when aradia gets back you better fucking believe that she will make every gogdamn second worth it so just close your eyes got it shhh only sleep now
The closest thing he can compare it to would be bondage, except this bondage is of the mental kind. She has him pinned down to the bed while she exits the room in search. For what, though, he has no idea.
Dave feels her hold on him growing weaker as she navigates farther away from the bedroom, and eventually it breaks completely. Even though he has control of his body again, he's too frightened to move. He breathes slowly, trying not to flinch even a centimeter out of place. Aradia would know, and some kind of sixth sense tells Dave that she would have him for it.
But she's gone for quite a while, and Dave starts to think she might have left the apartment entirely.
He flicks on his iShades as quickly as he can and searches for her name on Trollsum. She isn't online.
He's quick to open a memo with the intention of asking where she's gone, but before he can even begin to type, he gets a message.
It's his future self.
His future self telling him to be patient. Telling him that he can't get the underwear he isn't wearing in a twist, because, well, he's not wearing it. Aradia will make it worth waiting for.
Dave does not reply. He simply tosses his shades across the room in frustration, suddenly understanding Karkat's weird hatemance for himself.
It's hard, waiting in bed for the girl you've been longing to fuck for eternity. He's hard and Aradia doesn't understand.
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Aradia feels a smile forming on her lips as she stalks over to the bed and climbs on top of him. His eyes bat open in the most pitiful way, looking at her, tracing her features, realizing what happened.
"Fuck, Aradia, you could've at least said when you were coming back," he says. She giggles her typical girlish laugh in response, leaning down to kiss him much more tenderly than he anticipated. It's the longest kiss they've ever shared, or at least the kiss they've felt last longest. It's hard to decide, with both of their perceptions of time different from the rest of the world.
When Dave is fully awake and kissing her back, Aradia breaks away, pushing herself into a sitting position, stroking his chest with her fingertips.
"Where did you even go?" he asks.
"To do some research," she replies simply. "To figure out how to weld our mating habits together."
This statement causes Dave to sit up, causing Aradia to almost fall off of him, but he catches her and holds her close to his body. "Took you long enough."
She laughs halfheartedly. "Did you at least have enough time to prepare your body for releasing genetic material?"
"What?" Dave loosens his grip on her, staring absurdly into her eyes. They try to telepathically send each other messages, but it doesn't work and Dave is forced to say his thoughts out loud. "Are you saying you want to have some kind of weird alien troll-human hybrid baby with me?"
"I don't know, Dave," she sighs. "Trolls don't partake in-- well, sex for recreational purposes. Usually."
"Usually?"
"If it isn't for reproduction, it's used to degrade other trolls. To show dominance or rank or position on the hemospectrum."
Dave's thoughts slips quickly to Eridan. That right there, he decides, is the grandest definition of irony.
"And then we cull the weaker troll."
"Shit," Dave mutters. He mulls over this information, stumbling over several thoughts and situation where these circumstances could be put to use. "So which one of us is going to be claiming dominance over the other?"
He didn't even know what he was saying until the words came out of his mouth, and Aradia made a noise that could only be described as a squeak - there really is no way a human could have made that noise.
"No, seriously, let's do it," he says, leaning in to kiss her throat. "Except without the culling shit, because that's just dumb as fuck."
"Well," she starts with a shaking voice. "Are we going to use p-"
"Protection? Yeah, we're not gonna risk exchange of weird alien STDs. Not that I have any. Or you do."
Aradia is frozen in his arms, clinging to his neck. "I meant, um," she stutters. "I meant pails."
Dave has to stop everything he's doing and thinking to look at her and see that she's being serious. He would have laughed if it weren't for that nervous look in her eyes.
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"I trust you," she says, interrupting his thoughts. Her words bring his eyes to meet hers; warm and glowing like a Houston sunrise. Dave can't help but smile weakly. Neither Bro nor the internet never taught him how to handle hot alien chicks.
"Completely?" His question is only asked half ironically.
She returns the smile, tossing her head back and laughing. "Completely," she answers, crossing her legs tightly around his hips, forcing him to press against her notably dry entrance. Dave glances down insecurely, kneading his fingers into her flesh.
"And we can go at it just like this?"
"Mhm," she replies, arching her back to get him to move closer inwards.
"Troll anatomy sure is confusing, 'Radia," he mumbles, scooting forward in preparation. "Still think we should use lube or something."
But he thrusts into her anyways, because what is any relationship without trust? She breathes in heavily, hips rolling into his as much as his hands will allow them to, and the look on her face is slightly pained from the hard friction but soon her body adjusts and her expression turns to pleasant.
The feeling inside of her is unlike anything Dave has experienced before. On average, the trolls have a lower internal temperature than humans (due to being coldblooded, he will later find out) so it isn't hot. He immediately finds out, however, that there is no need for lube and Aradia was right, because under a certain muscle he triggered when he entered her, genetic material was already gushing out of her in small quantities.
So, when he pulls out, some of it splatters into the pail, and the rest of it coats his member in a strange translucent strawberry red. It's almost gross, looking so similar to human blood but Dave tells himself that it's just her species, and he's waited too long to be doing this. Aradia wriggles in his grasp, thrusting forward onto him again. She doesn't get far, but it's sure as hell far enough to make him return the gesture automatically.
Dave is lost in the sick beat he subconsciously began to pound against her, like some sort of club where every person within the walls are jumping in unison to the music. Aradia may be the alien girl he fell in love with, but her cries and her body are as human as they can get, except for that one special part on her flap that, when he hits it, she cries out in some kind of Alternian chirping.
It's basically the hottest thing Paradox Space could have ever created.
"Daave," she whines attentively, the crooning tone of her voice causing him to slow down to a more sensuous pace. He can feel himself boiling up, flushing a red so deep it could rival hers. She repeats his name, and he looks down into her beautiful golden eyes. Her hand is up to her face, and she's biting down on her finger- he thinks he sees blood, but it must just be lipstick because it doesn't shimmer the way blood ought to.
He feels a drop of sweat slide down the side of his face, and this is the last thing he can truly feel, because out of nowhere, Aradia has him in a time-lock. Dave can't even blink. She carefully slides off of him, steadying herself over the pail to let the last trails of material slide into it. It's only three quarters of the way full, he notices, but between her arousal, her exhaustion, and her concentration on keeping him locked, she manages to carefully reposition him so that he is nearly sitting on top of the pail. Dave sees her tongue peek out from between her lips, licking away what actually is blood from her finger before, and he never thought himself to be the blood-play sort of guy.
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When she lets him go, she's already climbed back on top of him, and he almost falls but she catches him like a bizarre telekinesis ninja. Aradia keeps him under her grasp controlling his hips with one hand, and roughly tangling the other (bloodied) one in his hair. She pulls his head back gingerly, leaning down and kisses him like he's the only thing in the world keeping her alive.
It's Dave that moans this time, and he's positive his face is one big hot lipstick mess, but he doesn't care about looking cool for her. No, not when she's riding him like a goddamn horse, and her fluids are dripping gratuitously down his legs completely missing the pail and likely staining everything it touches.
It's not until he groans her name in the most pathetic tone he can muster that she releases her telekinetic grasp on him. All of the feeling rushes back into his lower half, and he feels as though his knees are about to give out but with one last thrust, his entire world explodes. Somewhere in the mess of semen and fireworks, Aradia chirps pleasantly into his ear, getting off of him and moving the pail.
Falling onto the floor panting heavily, Dave watches her squat over the bucket, letting his own material slide out of her. She meets his eyes and blushes furiously, even after their exchange.
He didn't even notice when the condom broke,and Dave decides that it doesn't matter because everything went in the pail anyways. Aradia finishes whatever Alternian pail-filling tradition she was practicing and crawls over to him, laying comfortably on his chest. Neither speak a word until their breaths have evened out, drawing in air at a steady, gentle pace.
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"Hey," he grunts, shaking her a little. Aradia blinks up at him sleepily, obviously still basking in that human disease called afterglow. "Why don't you go draw a bath or something. I need to take care of a whiny little bitch called past me, and we both need a good fucking soak."
She hums something that sounds vaguely like "okay" and kisses his chest tenderly before pushing herself to her feet. As she leaves the room, carefully avoiding the full pail, Dave inches towards his shades and flicks on pesterchum.
hey asshole
i know youre laying there like a pitiful naked little fuck
but dont get your little girl panties in a twist
because when aradia gets back
you better fucking believe that she will make every gogdamn second worth it
so just close your eyes got it
shhh
only sleep now
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