[ HOLY SHIT. HOW IN THE FUCK DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?? HE DIDN'T COME HERE TO OGLE SHAME GLOBES. HE CAME DOWN HERE TO CONFRONT THE SPIDERBITCH ABOUT ALL HER TROUBLEMAKING. THAT HAD SOMEHOW GONE COMPLETELY OUT THE GLASS VIEWING SQUARE, AND NOW THIS.
SHE HAD A PAIL. HE WAS SWEATING, STARTING TO FEEL LIKE EQUIUS WHICH WAS A FUCKING AWFUL THING TO EVEN THINK ABOUT.
IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY. WAS SHE MANIPULATING HIM? THE CRAZY BITCH, SHE WOULD. JUST TO MESS WITH HIM. GODDAMN IT.
WHY WERE THE MOVING TOWARDS HER RECUPERACOON, ANYWAY? WHY WAS HE DOING THIS? WHY WAS HE MAKING THIS HAPPEN? ]
oh my hello karkatmanipuleightsJuly 19 2011, 03:37:43 UTC
[ The facts were very simple: Karkat was a complete, angry idiot, and Vriska had a thing for abuse, verbal or otherwise. That, and for all the angry strut he liked to throw around like some sort of king, Vriska could be very convincing, and he was wonderfully weak-willed when it came to her--at least that's how she liked to spin it. There was an appeal to this whole femme fatale persona.
She yanks him forward another step by the neck of his shirt, nipping at his lips until she feels the back of her knees hit her recuperacoon. ]
Re: oh my hello karkatquadrantingJuly 19 2011, 03:46:15 UTC
HA! HA HA! ARE YOU EVER SATISFIED ANYWAY. ALWAYS MEDDLING AND-
[ FUCK HER LIPS WERE SO- WHAT? THEY WERE SMOOTH, AND HE KIND OF LIKED IT. THAT SUCH A PERFECT PAIR OF LIPS COULD HIDE VENOMOUS FANGS, AND THEN SHE COULD JUST SINK THEM RIGHT INTO HIS SKIN (OH YES, SHE WOULD DO ALL THIS JUST TO KNOW HIS PLACE ON THE HEMOSPECTRUM), AND KILL HIM SLOWLY LIKE ONE OF THOSE RAINBOW DRINKERS KANAYA ALWAYS WENT ON ABOUT.
IT WAS TOO DANGEROUS TO DO THIS.
IT WAS A TERRIBLE SHITTY IDEA AND HE SHOULD LEAVE.
BUT HE DIDN'T WANT TO. HE WAS PRESSING CLOSER, ALMOST PINNING HER POSSESSIVELY TO THE SIDE OF THE COCOON. ]
[ It seems like such a silly question! She allows him a small show of dominance, leaning back, resting her weight next to the entrance of the recuperacoon and pulling him on top of her. She bends her knee, sliding her thigh against his crotch. ]
Never.
[ She slips her hand down the neck of his shirt, dragging her nails on his upper back. ]
[ OH FUCK, OH JEGUS. IT WAS LIKE FEELING THE DAINTY LEGS OF A BLACK WIDOW EXPLORING HIS SCRAWNY BACK. HE SWALLOWED A DRY LUMP IN HIS THROAT, WISHING HE HAD AN EXILE TO GIVE HIM SOME ADVICE AT THIS PARTICULAR MOMENT. HE'D HATED IT OTHER TIMES, BUT RIGHT NOW HE LEGITIMATELY NEEDED THE ADVICE. FUCK. HE TRIED TO LOOK FEARSOME, LIKE A PREDATOR WHO HAD TRULY PINNED ITS PREY (AND HE HAD, BUT STILL SOMEHOW IT FELT BACKWARDS). YELLOW EYES WERE SEARCHING HER OWN, ALL NINE OF THEM, AND OH SO CAUTIOUSLY HE LIFTED HER GLASSES AWAY. IT WAS A DELICATE GESTURE, LIKE TRYING NOT TO DISTURB A SLUMBERING LUSUS AS YOU STOLE A SHARE OF THEIR KILL. ]
[ The smirk that takes her lips is anything but nice, and that's exactly how she wants it. Her nails travel slowly up the back of his neck and into his own mess of hair, teasing his scalp lightly before gripping a fist full and yanks his head to the side. Her teeth ghost along his jawline and down his neck. ]
Are you afraid of losing?
[ Vriska's tongue traces the pulse in his neck before biting down, as she juts her leg up roughly against his bulge. ]
[ IF SHE WAS AIMING TO WOUND HIS PRIDE AS A TROLL, IT WOULDN'T WORK. KARKAT WAS FAR TOO THICK-HEADED FOR THAT, AND ANYWAY, AS SOON AS SHE SPOKE HE WOULDN'T LET HER BE RIGHT. HE GRABBED HER HAIR JUST AS ROUGHLY, PULLED HER OFF THE 'COON TO THE HARD FLOOR, AND PINNING HER THERE, TWITCHING GOD WINGS AND ALL. NO, HE WASN'T GODDAMN AFRAID OF LOSING, OR OF HER. AND HE REFUSED TO LET HER SEE HIS BLOOD. NOT ON HER TERMS. ONCE HE WAS GOOD AND READY.
WHEN SHE WAS SCRATCHING AND KICKING LIKE A BEAST, WHEN SHE WAS SCREAMING, AND SHE SCRATCHED AT BARE SKIN RESTLESSLY, SHE WOULD KNOW AND HE WOULD LET HER KNOW. THAT SHE'D BEEN DOMINATED BY A REDBLOOD. ]
I'M NOT AFRAID OF LOSING TO YOU. I'LL DEFINITELY WIN.
[ He had the audacity to push her around? Forget the hiss she gave as he yanked her hair and threw her to the ground, or the way she bared her fangs at him as he loomed over her. She was God Tier, dammit, and a blueblood--he had absolutely nothing over her. She would not acknowledge her position, instead her anger turning into a smug grin. ]
Everyone loses to me, Karkat. Everyone.
[ She leans up, giving the tip of his nose a playful lick. ]
The question is not if you'll lose, 8ut how. [ She bites at his lips again, trying to yank herself free. ]
[ LIKE A COILED SCALEWORM,SHE LOOKED READY TO DEVOUR HIM WHOLE; BUT HE REFUSED TO SHOW ANY INCLINATION TOWARD HER EFFECT ON HIM. BLINDLY, RUNNING PURELY ON ADRENALINE AS IT PUMPED THROUGH HIS BRIGHT RED VEINS, HE GRASPED ONE SHAME GLOBE WITH A BOLDNESS THAT ACTUALLY SURPRISED EVEN HIMSELF. HE HAD DONE IT, BUT SOMEHOW IT TOOK A FULL TWO SECONDS TO REGISTER THE SOFT TROLL FLESH BENEATH THE FABRIC. ]
[ Maybe she wasn't giving him enough credit, but Vriska really hadn't expected him, of all trolls, to be so fucking forward. Where had all this confidence suddenly come from? Clearly not from her; she had done her best to bring him down a notch before she even approached him. Her eyes widened momentarily at the grope, before hardening on his face with a sneer. ]
Well, you know what they say; there's a first time for everything.
[ She pushed into his hand, her own free one reaching up to grab the neck of his shirt again, pulling him down for a kiss that was less that friendly. Her wings fluttered uselessly beneath her as she tried to push him off balance and switch their positions. ]
[ BEING SO CLOSE TO THOSE FANGS BROUGHT OUT SOME ANXIETY, AS MUCH AS HE DIDN'T WANT IT TO. BUT THEN, KARKAT WAS ONLY GOOD AT PUTTING UP FRONTS; AND BLUFFING HIS CONFIDENCE. UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL, DEALING WITH THE RAW REALITY, HE WAS EASILY SHAKEN. HE TRIED HIS BEST TO RETURN THE KISS, ANGRILY. WANTING TO WIPE THAT FUCKING SMILE OFF HER GOD-BE-DAMNED FACE. ]
[ She would kiss him raw if she had to, sucking and nipping at his lips. Shoving him backwards, Vriska found the upperhand and took it with abandon, shoving Karkat roughly onto his back, straddling his hips. ]
All that talk and nothing to show for it. [ Tsk, tsk, tsk!
She wasted no time, grabbing the hem of his shirt and yanking it upwards. She digs her nails into his skin, threatening his chest with her teeth this time. ]
[ SINCE HAIRPULLING SEEMED TO BE THE TREND OF THE EVENING, HE DECIDED TO DO IT SOME MORE, ANYTHING TO KEEP HER FROM USING THOSE FANGS.
HOW THEY FASCINATED AND TERRIFIED HIM.
KARKAT TUGGED HER UPWARD TO BITTERLY MIMIC HER DISARMING KISS. HE KNEW HE MUST'VE BEEN SHAKING A LITTLE, AT HOW NEW AND FUCKING TERRIFYING THIS WAS, A RITUAL FOR ANY TROLLS GOING THROUGH METAMORPHOSIS INTO ADULTHOOD. ]
[ She hissed, her teeth barely missing their intended target. So she groaned against his lips instead, teeth and tongue. Raking her claws down his chest, she stopped at the edge of his pants, she slipped a finger through one of his belt loops and gives a teasing yank down. ]
[ DESPITE HER OBTUSE HUMOR, SHE HAD A POINT. HE HAD TO CONCEDE THAT. BUT AT THE MOMENT, SHE HAD HER CLAWS GOING PLACES THAT AROUSED AND SIMULTANEOUSLY FRUSTRATED HIM.
"FRIEND" AND "ENEMY" WERE THE SAME WORD IN ALTERNIAN DIALECT, ANYWAY.
HE WASN'T GOING TO LET HER MOLEST HIM LIKE THAT WITHOUT DEALING WITH SOME EMBARRASSMENT OF HER OWN; HE RAISED BOTH HANDS FROM THE DUSTY FLOOR TO KNEAD AND SQUEEZE THE FLESH OF HER CHEST, NOW ACCUSTOMED TO THE NEW TERRITORY AND EVEN KIND OF ENJOYING IT. ]
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SHE HAD A PAIL. HE WAS SWEATING, STARTING TO FEEL LIKE EQUIUS WHICH WAS A FUCKING AWFUL THING TO EVEN THINK ABOUT.
IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY. WAS SHE MANIPULATING HIM? THE CRAZY BITCH, SHE WOULD. JUST TO MESS WITH HIM. GODDAMN IT.
WHY WERE THE MOVING TOWARDS HER RECUPERACOON, ANYWAY? WHY WAS HE DOING THIS? WHY WAS HE MAKING THIS HAPPEN? ]
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She yanks him forward another step by the neck of his shirt, nipping at his lips until she feels the back of her knees hit her recuperacoon. ]
Don't disappoint me now, Vantas.
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[ FUCK HER LIPS WERE SO- WHAT? THEY WERE SMOOTH, AND HE KIND OF LIKED IT. THAT SUCH A PERFECT PAIR OF LIPS COULD HIDE VENOMOUS FANGS, AND THEN SHE COULD JUST SINK THEM RIGHT INTO HIS SKIN (OH YES, SHE WOULD DO ALL THIS JUST TO KNOW HIS PLACE ON THE HEMOSPECTRUM), AND KILL HIM SLOWLY LIKE ONE OF THOSE RAINBOW DRINKERS KANAYA ALWAYS WENT ON ABOUT.
IT WAS TOO DANGEROUS TO DO THIS.
IT WAS A TERRIBLE SHITTY IDEA AND HE SHOULD LEAVE.
BUT HE DIDN'T WANT TO. HE WAS PRESSING CLOSER, ALMOST PINNING HER POSSESSIVELY TO THE SIDE OF THE COCOON. ]
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[ It seems like such a silly question! She allows him a small show of dominance, leaning back, resting her weight next to the entrance of the recuperacoon and pulling him on top of her. She bends her knee, sliding her thigh against his crotch. ]
Never.
[ She slips her hand down the neck of his shirt, dragging her nails on his upper back. ]
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IT'S STILL A GAME TO YOU, ALL OF THIS IS.
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Are you afraid of losing?
[ Vriska's tongue traces the pulse in his neck before biting down, as she juts her leg up roughly against his bulge. ]
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WHEN SHE WAS SCRATCHING AND KICKING LIKE A BEAST, WHEN SHE WAS SCREAMING, AND SHE SCRATCHED AT BARE SKIN RESTLESSLY, SHE WOULD KNOW AND HE WOULD LET HER KNOW. THAT SHE'D BEEN DOMINATED BY A REDBLOOD. ]
I'M NOT AFRAID OF LOSING TO YOU. I'LL DEFINITELY WIN.
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Everyone loses to me, Karkat. Everyone.
[ She leans up, giving the tip of his nose a playful lick. ]
The question is not if you'll lose, 8ut how. [ She bites at his lips again, trying to yank herself free. ]
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I WOULDN'T KNOW. I'VE NEVER LOST.
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Well, you know what they say; there's a first time for everything.
[ She pushed into his hand, her own free one reaching up to grab the neck of his shirt again, pulling him down for a kiss that was less that friendly. Her wings fluttered uselessly beneath her as she tried to push him off balance and switch their positions. ]
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All that talk and nothing to show for it. [ Tsk, tsk, tsk!
She wasted no time, grabbing the hem of his shirt and yanking it upwards. She digs her nails into his skin, threatening his chest with her teeth this time. ]
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[ SINCE HAIRPULLING SEEMED TO BE THE TREND OF THE EVENING, HE DECIDED TO DO IT SOME MORE, ANYTHING TO KEEP HER FROM USING THOSE FANGS.
HOW THEY FASCINATED AND TERRIFIED HIM.
KARKAT TUGGED HER UPWARD TO BITTERLY MIMIC HER DISARMING KISS. HE KNEW HE MUST'VE BEEN SHAKING A LITTLE, AT HOW NEW AND FUCKING TERRIFYING THIS WAS, A RITUAL FOR ANY TROLLS GOING THROUGH METAMORPHOSIS INTO ADULTHOOD. ]
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That's the point, isn't it?
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"FRIEND" AND "ENEMY" WERE THE SAME WORD IN ALTERNIAN DIALECT, ANYWAY.
HE WASN'T GOING TO LET HER MOLEST HIM LIKE THAT WITHOUT DEALING WITH SOME EMBARRASSMENT OF HER OWN; HE RAISED BOTH HANDS FROM THE DUSTY FLOOR TO KNEAD AND SQUEEZE THE FLESH OF HER CHEST, NOW ACCUSTOMED TO THE NEW TERRITORY AND EVEN KIND OF ENJOYING IT. ]
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