Stale Dogs | By : ZombieRot Category: Web Comics > Homestuck Views: 944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Low thrum drifting off like fog, but more empty.
He sighs, stakeouts. Stakeouts. STAKEOUTS. The car jostles from the force of his fist hitting the dashbord. About an hour or two later, when he starts to feel the anger go flat among the week old newspaper articles and the stale scotty dogs. Though the scotties are still very, very delicious, the car door is very quietly opened and someone slides into the seat next to him. He is only vaguely aware in some corner of his mind that is not currently occupied with the mouth watering taste of candy, why the crunchyness, the delicous gummyness being swhir- the slight shift of the car has him turning so fast a faint crack is heard. And then there’s the sound of someone hitting the side of his face with their cigarette holder- fag hot and burning against the side of his head as he turns. The black shelled woman simply pulls it back and EXHALES the smoke onto him, it’s hot and tart and it lingers in car like a storm cloud, and the immediate cry of “YOU BITCH” is only halted by her tapping some ash off of the fag and then crushing it into the ash tray. There’s a sweltering moment kept there, instant taking eternity and Jack makes to pull a knife but she’s already sideswiped, and then it’s on. He scrabbles and rips at her arm with his hand and tries to punch her with the other, only for it to be caught and then she twists his hand hard and his elbow goes inwards with the movement as he tries to tackle her onto the seat, but simply ends with his arm SCREAMING in pain from the absolutely silly move of his. She laughs at him, and grabs his throat, letting go of his aching arm with an easy gesture there is just something about her that makes him seethe and burn. The woman reclines in the seat with a mocking glance. He curses her, scrabbles at her for an awkward moment, looming over her, too bad his arms are shorter than hers. Her grip relaxes, and he takes a deep breath as he realizes how close they are. Teeth white and sharp for tearing flesh and all he can do is stare at her mouth as she smiles in a smooth line. He realizes that it’s all getting to him again, damn broad, fucking bitch, he growls and she pucks at invisible dirt on his coat for a second, the casual gesture simply making his blood boil. Again, why again, she leans up and he leans down to meet her, sudden spite rolling in a thick wave as they start to kiss, teeth clacking against each other, biting the living fuck out of each other’s lips and tongues. The metallic taste mixes in with the bitter sweetness of his beloved scotty dogs and the amused glint in her eyes is irritating as all fuck. He hugs her close and she straitens out across the front seats, he straddles her waist as they continue, rubbing along her tongue and nicking his own against her teeth, rolling against her and running his metal arm over her side, cinched waist. The buttons on his overcoat come off easily, it’s dumped off behind him as he fumbles with the few on his pants. Her hand picks off her own with a few lazy flicks. She grins and slips off her slacks, the decorative cut of her overcoat underneath her body as she drags him- belly to belly, the slick plates of their naked bellies meeting with a smooth whisper. Light scraping against one another as he holds her, rubbing the end of his abdomen against hers feverishly, she sits up and holds his face in her hands, kissing him deeply and violating his mouth as she nips and sucks on his lips. Fucking bitch. Actual fucking requires them to be end-to-end and she keeps laughing at the way he sort of curls his abdomen and can’t do anything but rub frantically against her entrance, blunt end bumping against her as he growls from frustration. He licks and nips at her lips and sits down on her, giving up for the moment as they continue their violent pursuit of eachother’s mouth, tongue wriggling into wounds. He finally has enough, though he’s rather embittered and the way he shifts his weight and she simply kicks him over with a grin, he’d lost. Her legs are longer and she pins him down, pressing herself against him teasingly. And then he’s in, letting out a deep groan as she starts to fuck herself on him. His entire body throbs as he writhes, unable to move, the pressure on him making his plates buckle and protest. She wouldn’t kill him, she wouldn’t. The slew of curses that fly from his mouth is echoed with a twitch from her. (Orig written 8/28)While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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