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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Rose_Lalonde/Dave_Strider, Rose_Lalonde/Kanaya_Maryam
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Rose_Lalonde, Mom_(Homestuck)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, blowjob, Prostitution, Child_Abuse, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism,
      probabaly_some_other_shit, honestly_i_don't_give_a_fuck, writing_at_3am
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-16 Words: 2258
****** Seriously just murder my fucking brain ******
by Pusher
Summary
     Fuck it this is the worst thing I could right. This is my personal 9/
     11. Hundreds of tiny mes all died for writing this in my brain,
     jumping out of little brain windows and stuff as the organ came down
     around it. Only this time it actually is an inside job.
Notes
     It's like I fucking wrote this shit and woke up and debated putting
     this up but did it anyways. You know whatever I sure as fuck ain't
     afraid of the police right now.
See the end of the work for more notes
It had been quite a while on the meteor at this point. They had become
complacent in the daily routine. Terezi would slink around with a clown, Rose
would get intoxicated and harass her girlfriend, Kanaya, who would attempt to
wait on her patiently and ponder how she ended up getting stuck in such a
relationship. Karkat would be ornery and the mayor would be, well, the mayor.
Dave would spend most of his time making ebubbles, sending them out into the
furthest ring to propagate his wildly successful twitter feed. At least he
assumed it was successful, he couldn’t actually tell if anyone read it.
It was, in fact, one of those times when his sister walked in. Rose had always
been a beautiful girl, and aging had just given her figure and form, her god-
tier pajamas clinging in all the right spots. Dave had, when they were younger,
a slight internet crush on her, although he would never admit that. But the
revelation of relation and the years on the meteor had swept those adolescent
fantasies away, replaced with the idea of a drunken sister, a sexual tormenter
replaced with an intoxicated buffoon. Before her crippling alcoholism Rose had
been quite awkward around Dave in person, seemingly uncomfortable about being
around him and avoiding him to the best of her abilities. Dave had simply
chalked it up to another mind game of hers, to act flustered and embarrassed,
try to get his proverbial goat and make him think there was attraction there.
But time had tempered such thoughts. Besides, Rose was a taken woman, Kanaya
and here were a long time item, he wouldn’t dare step on a vampire’s toes. He
thought nothing of her standing in his doorway, bottle of booze in one hand and
the other draped across the curves of her hips. He didn’t think at all about
how she swayed them as she walked in, not yet drunk enough to be falling over.
He thought nothing about how she bent over the table he was working at making
strange metaphysical memory bubbles, he bust held snug a few inches from his
face by nothing but some magical pajama clothes. No, he thought of none of
this.
“sup sis”
“Dave.”
“you want something or you just gonna hang here”
“Yes I do.”
Rose put the bottle down and straightened her back, rushing her breasts against
Dave’s face, distracting him immensely. She briskly walked over to the other
side of the table, got down, and ripped open Dave’s pajama pants open.
“yo what the fuck do you think youre doing” Dave said, his face turning bright
red, “you just ruined my pants”
“You know as well as I do that it will just fix itself as soon as there’s
nothing in the way.”
And with these words Rose took out Dave’s half erect cock and took it into her
mouth.
For the first time in his life Dave was speechless. Here it was, one of his
oldest jerk-off fantasies being played out for him. He sat in wonderment, Rose
expertly working his shaft, knowing just how to use her tongue and being sure
to pay plenty of attention to the head. Dave wondered where she could have
possibly learned how to blow someone this well. What guy could she have fooled
around with to get this good? Was she just a natural? Why does this feel so
wrong?
Dave couldn’t have known of the day’s long, long past of Rose’s childhood. Days
of being homeschooled by her mother, days of going into her room only to be
followed in by strange men. She was only 7 when they first took her. Her mother
had just completed a lesson when the doorbell rang. He mother exchanged
pleasantries with him, a large man of pale complexion. She remembered how
nervous and sweaty he was, and the only bit of their conversation that Rose
caught was at the very end, as they walked further into the living room.
“Can I see her before we do this?”
She remembered how afraid this made her. Who was this strange man coming in who
wanted to see her? She was a bright girl; she knew this was no boyfriend of her
mother. They treated each other like businessmen. But if he was here on
business, why was he interested in her?
These thoughts raced through her head as he walked up to her, wordlessly
bending down to her face level. Her mother stood impassively, martini in hand,
her face betraying no emotion. The man stared at her, looked her up and down
and even motioned for her to turn around. Without thinking and in fear she
complied, after which he nodded approvingly. He stood up and turned to her
mother.
“She’s your kid, isn’t she?”
This strange question caused her mother to falter, for just a second her face
showed some emotion. Sometimes when Rose recalls her face, its anger, other
times it’s just regret. The moment was fleeting, and she only responded with
“No questions”.
The man shrugged, passed an envelope to her, and grabbed Rose by the hand. He
demanded that she lead him to her room, and in fear Rose looked to her mother
for help. Her mother had always been kind and gentle before, why was she
letting this man treat her this way? Her mother looked at her with cold eyes
and told her to do it.
The walk to her room was the longest walk of her life.
When she entered her room, man in tow, her eyes were already filled with tears.
The man let go of her hand and closed the door behind them. He took his pants
off quickly, revealing his hairy, fat legs.
“Take your clothes off. Now”
Rose remember not doing a thing, just standing there crying forever. To her the
memory ends there, the rest of the night never continuing. She had long ago
blocked out being thrown on her bed, legs forced open and his dick thrust
inside of her, the immense pain and the blood, the ruthless way he fucked her.
She couldn’t remember how she was flipped on her stomach and her head pushed
down as he slapped away from behind, harder and harder. Her memories only
include a fuzzy memory of waking up the next morning, long after she had passed
up. She was still bleeding down there, her body aching all over.
But she couldn’t forget everything that happened over the next 6 years. No, she
remembers being withdrawn completely from society. She remembers countless men
coming through her door. She remembers each and every one treating her like a
piece of meat. Even the doctor that was called in to treat her wounds took
payment in her body. She had never met a man who treated her any different.
Even online, her only escape other than her writing, men only wanted her to
give pictures of her or to act out their sexual fantasies. In her head she knew
that this was simply the way men were, they wanted sex from women and nothing
else.
So when a girl named Jade introduced her to two boys, John and Dave, she was
astounded when they did not immediately begin to sexually harass her. But soon
she figured that it was simply them being young boys before puberty, and soon
enough they would expect the usual from her. She had long ago become complacent
in her life, accepting her status as a toy for men.
Playing the game, going grimdark, spending time with Dave on the moon going on
a suicide mission together, had all made her forget that Dave was not just the
Knight of Time, but a boy that would soon grow into a man. That one, long day
seemed to replace the life she had before, replacing it with a life of trolls
and turtles, of high quests and low consorts with strange monsters. Only the
time pent flying through the furthest veil waiting to die with Dave brought any
of it back for her. Was he really going to live his life without ever taking
women? However he made no move on her. And he never did, even as the survived
their suicide and spent a few years together and he grew into a man. She had
long ago found comfort in booze and a woman, the motherly Kanaya.
But they couldn’t cure everything, and soon she found herself watching Dave.
For so long she had grown used to pleasuring men, that not doing it made her
feel empty and worthless. Pleasing Kanaya wasn’t the same; it missed that
feeling of being used. As dirty as it made her feel she found herself wishing
Kanaya could make her feel that way, treat her like meat. But she knew the
Troll just didn’t have it in her to do that to her, sex would always be a
meeting of equals with her.
But Dave was a man. A repressed man, who she caught staring at her from behind
his sunglasses, as if a stare could be hidden from the seer of light. As far as
she was aware of, he had never done anything with anyone, certainty never did
anything with Jade on her planet, and he never got far enough with Terezi for
her. No, she knew he would spend his nights alone in his room, sometimes she
would float soundlessly by and listen to him masturbate. He knew he was lonely
and horny, she could only not figure why he never took her. He wanted her, why
would he not take what he could?
Eventually, during a late night masturbation session in front of Dave’s door as
he did the same, she decided that tomorrow she would just have to present
herself to him and finally get what she craved so badly. The next day, with
liquid courage in her bloodstream, she went into his room and began to blow
him.
She worked up and down, tasting him and feeling him enter throat. It had been a
long time since she had done this, and anxiety made her unable to enjoy it
fully. But soon Dave placed his hands on the back of her head, forcing her
down. He started to get into the rhythm of it, bucking his hips deep down into
her throat. She began to feel that feeling again, the one she had known for so
long and had missed dearly. Her pajamas began to get soaked, prompting her to
remove the bottoms and place her hand there. She had less experience with
masturbation than she would like, and she began to yearn for him to take her
fuck her.
Dave had long since just gone along with this blowjob, accepting that this was
indeed happening and that he was enjoying the hell of it, despite how guilty he
felt. She was great at this, and he had admitted to himself about 2 minutes ago
that he had wanted this for a long time. So when Rose removed her pants and
began to finger herself, Dave simply entered the zone. He stopped violently
face fucking her and popped his cock out of her mouth, giving her some much
needed fresh air. Before she could respond, he pulled her up, turned her
around, and bent her over the table.
There it was. With Rose’s legs spread wide, hands gripping the table, Dave
pulled her ass apart slightly to better view it. There it was, the end game of
all of man’s achievement, what nearly every man since the dawn of time had
spent their entire lives after. A vagina. A real life, honest to god, wet
willing and waiting vagina. Dave couldn’t help but press his cock against it,
feeling the warmth and wet of it at the opening. Gripping tight on her cheeks,
Dave plunged in and finally became a man.
Rose writhed on the table. This is what she had been waiting for, to be thrown
down and taken, fucked hard. She didn’t care if he wasn’t very good at it, his
dick felt amazing inside of her. She finally felt full again, finally felt like
she was doing what she was supposed to do, what she was born for. She loved
getting fucked, she loved every moment of every dick in every hole, every time
someone came inside of her and every time she had been covered in cum. She
wished this moment, this perfect moment of sin and pleasure would never have to
end, but Dave was young, inexperienced. He was not long inside of her before he
came.
Dave cumming inside of her was the single greatest moment of his life. He was
in complete bliss, every fantasy and feeling for his sister finally able to be
let out in one glorious moment. He felt her grind and reach down to make
herself cum, her body tensing up and her moaning like a dog in heat before his
boner finally went down and he exited her. She stood up shakily, eyes half
open, mouth agape, semen dripping down her thighs. He had never seen a more
beautiful sight. Before he could think, he blurted out “I love you”.
Rose panicked. Love? He was in love with her? How could a man love a women? Had
she been wrong all this time? Did she just make her brother think that she was
in love with him?
All she could say was “Oh fuck”
End Notes
     Sorry for existing
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