Addiction, anthropomorphic, needle/vein, rapetwetwe123January 26 2009, 13:18:29 UTC
She whispers promises in the sweetest voice he’s ever heard. She tells tales of the joys contained within her, the bliss and forgetfulness that can be bought at the cost of just a tiny pinch of pain. And though her deal sounds so good, she’s lying. It really is too good to be true and Vein wants no part of it anymore. He’s made mistakes, dear god he’s made mistakes, but there’s always time to fix them. He’d always believed that nothing was unforgivable.
Needle laughs in his face when he told her he wouldn’t be seeing her anymore. Vein stays firm. And stays firm, and stays firm despite the increasingly shrill objections, the taunts, the violence. Her true ugliness slowly becomes apparent with her face twisting, flushing under her makeup (her mask), and her red fingernails leaving crescents sliced into Vein’s arms. But as she weakens from the effort, so does he.
She’s the stronger one.
Needle crows obscenely as his legs give out and he hits the floor with a thump, carrying her down with him. Cloth rasps together as she crawls up his body to straddle his stomach, sliding soft hands up his sides until she grips his wrists, pressing them down into the floor.
“Why are you so ungrateful?” she asks. “After all I’ve done for you, all the pleasure I’ve given to you for nothing, you turn around and abandon me. I’m hurt. You used to want to be together forever.”
“You’re poison.” Vein can’t throw her off. Her skin tingles against his, the warmth of it feeding and re-igniting his addiction. She shushes him, brings her hands back to his waist and tugs hard on his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
“What are you - “
She slaps him and pulls the shirt down again just a bit until it covers his head, twisting it, knotting it. Vein twitches, reaching to pull it off, but she slaps his covered face again and again.
“Selfish bastard!” Needle shrieks. “You can’t abandon me! You love me, I love you, and you know you’ll just come crawling back desperate for one more taste! Have your fucking taste!”
Her fingernails leave red marks down Vein’s stomach to the top of his trousers.
“You love me?” Vein grabs for her hands to knock them away and receives two more stinging slaps for his efforts. “You don’t! You’re just as happy with anyone else who’d let you in, ANYONE, you don’t need me!”
“I need YOU to need ME!” Her fingers reach into Vein’s trousers and yank them down to knee level. Vein lies there, exposed, and he feels like he can’t breathe, not through the thick cloth of his shirt, it’s already so clammy and hot in there, adding a certain… unreality… but this is real. She was always controlling, domineering, but this is something else.
All the long, painful work he did to rid himself of Needle’s influence vanishes in a heartbeat as he hardens under those fingers, the addiction roaring back into full life, and as she lowers herself onto him he can’t stop himself from groaning in relief. He’s horrified at himself. As she rocks, bounces, sending sparks and waves through his body so strongly he can only shake where he lies, he can hear her mutters softened by the cloth around his head.
“Show you… can’t live without me… belong to me… nothing without me…”
She finishes before he does, rocking into him, squeezing around him, gasping and crying out something obscene into the air. Her skin is damp against his now. He’s not surprised that she came first. He doesn’t think he can finish at all, but she uses her goddamn hand again until he comes silently and wonders if she’ll leave him alone now. But she curls up to his side, satisfied as her influence rampages through him once again. Vein belongs to her, and it’ll take someone stronger than he to exorcise her.
Re: Addiction, anthropomorphic, needle/vein, raperekindle956January 26 2009, 23:19:24 UTC
I don't know where to start. This is too good, so gratifyingly scary, if that makes some sense. I love the fact that the established relationship is stated. That you made "Needle" a "she".Even if that wasn't what I would have expected.She slaps him and pulls the shirt down again just a bit until it covers his head, twisting it, knotting it. Vein twitches, reaching to pull it off, but she slaps his covered face again and again. and ...as he hardens under those fingers, the addiction roaring back into full life, and as she lowers herself onto him he can’t stop himself from groaning in relief. That last line.
This one is my prompt, and I got much more that I expected. I thank you so much for giving me this!
Needle laughs in his face when he told her he wouldn’t be seeing her anymore. Vein stays firm. And stays firm, and stays firm despite the increasingly shrill objections, the taunts, the violence. Her true ugliness slowly becomes apparent with her face twisting, flushing under her makeup (her mask), and her red fingernails leaving crescents sliced into Vein’s arms. But as she weakens from the effort, so does he.
She’s the stronger one.
Needle crows obscenely as his legs give out and he hits the floor with a thump, carrying her down with him. Cloth rasps together as she crawls up his body to straddle his stomach, sliding soft hands up his sides until she grips his wrists, pressing them down into the floor.
“Why are you so ungrateful?” she asks. “After all I’ve done for you, all the pleasure I’ve given to you for nothing, you turn around and abandon me. I’m hurt. You used to want to be together forever.”
“You’re poison.” Vein can’t throw her off. Her skin tingles against his, the warmth of it feeding and re-igniting his addiction. She shushes him, brings her hands back to his waist and tugs hard on his shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
“What are you - “
She slaps him and pulls the shirt down again just a bit until it covers his head, twisting it, knotting it. Vein twitches, reaching to pull it off, but she slaps his covered face again and again.
“Selfish bastard!” Needle shrieks. “You can’t abandon me! You love me, I love you, and you know you’ll just come crawling back desperate for one more taste! Have your fucking taste!”
Her fingernails leave red marks down Vein’s stomach to the top of his trousers.
“You love me?” Vein grabs for her hands to knock them away and receives two more stinging slaps for his efforts. “You don’t! You’re just as happy with anyone else who’d let you in, ANYONE, you don’t need me!”
“I need YOU to need ME!” Her fingers reach into Vein’s trousers and yank them down to knee level. Vein lies there, exposed, and he feels like he can’t breathe, not through the thick cloth of his shirt, it’s already so clammy and hot in there, adding a certain… unreality… but this is real. She was always controlling, domineering, but this is something else.
All the long, painful work he did to rid himself of Needle’s influence vanishes in a heartbeat as he hardens under those fingers, the addiction roaring back into full life, and as she lowers herself onto him he can’t stop himself from groaning in relief. He’s horrified at himself.
As she rocks, bounces, sending sparks and waves through his body so strongly he can only shake where he lies, he can hear her mutters softened by the cloth around his head.
“Show you… can’t live without me… belong to me… nothing without me…”
She finishes before he does, rocking into him, squeezing around him, gasping and crying out something obscene into the air. Her skin is damp against his now. He’s not surprised that she came first. He doesn’t think he can finish at all, but she uses her goddamn hand again until he comes silently and wonders if she’ll leave him alone now. But she curls up to his side, satisfied as her influence rampages through him once again. Vein belongs to her, and it’ll take someone stronger than he to exorcise her.
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This one is my prompt, and I got much more that I expected. I thank you so much for giving me this!
Thank you, thank you, thank you...
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