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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Diamonds_Droog/Aradia_Megido
  Character:
      Diamonds_Droog, Aradia_Megido
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_References, Alternate_Universe_-_Human
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-05-24 Words: 1109
****** Toughening Up ******
by customfont
Summary
     Droog teaches Aradia how to deal with bullies, among other things.
Notes
     Another nice request filled! Gosh, this was fun.
     Some references to non-con later in the story, just wanted to make
     sure you saw.
Admittedly, his interest in Aradia was less than pure when it started. She was
cute. He was maybe just a little 'interested'. Swaying hips do something
terrible to a man.
She approached him, though. That's what kinda amazed him. Tiny little
schoolgirl in a skirt and sneakers went up to the gangly, tall fellow in the
black suit and hat when it was hot outside. Little girls needed to be taught
how to see danger.
But the girl was brave and had a step full of pep and swagger. And such a
swaggering little girl should be responded to when asked "Hello, how are you
today?"
Admittedly, it probably wasn't the greatest idea to teach a girl with a healthy
interest in archeology how to torture people. She took to it surprisingly
quick, though. It made him a little sad, honestly. Poor thing was tired of
deflecting harsh words with a curt response.
So he did what any kind, protective father figure would do: got her a fancy
cane with a ram on the collar and let her break it in on some poor snitch's
kneecaps in their hideout. Slick didn't really approve (No way a little broad
is gonna cause the damage we need, he says), but that was quickly shut down.
Her fingers gripped the cane as she stared at the man in front of her, tied up,
blindfolded and murmuring prayers and pleads. She glanced at Droog, unsure, but
he flashed her a smirk and she nodded.
The first swing gave off a resounding crack and she didn't even flinch. The
screams were enough to make blood run cold. The second was even harder and
louder and even more satisfying. Blood splashed on her skirt and her shirt and
all over her face, dark dark blood. It was... invigorating to watch. Even when
the bastard let his guts spill, the blood-stained cane was at the ready to
smash his head open. It amazed him how much his little firecracker taking out
her rage spooked the rest of the crew. Their "proteges" weren't nearly as
successful, Slick's boy didn't seem to visit much anymore, Clubs had a kid more
made for illegally transferring funds than illegally putting cigerettes out on
a man, and Hearts...
Well. Hearts didn't like to mention his collossal failure of a brat.
But Aradia, god, he couldn't be more proud. She caught on so quick and hid any
little hint of psychosis until she went to him. And then it came all pouring
out in the most delightfully grim way.
He almost wanted to teach her to be calm and collected, like him. Nothing but
sadism and silence, that's what he was.
He liked the grin when blood splashed on her face much better.
But oh no, the kicker was when she bolted into the hideout and drug him into
the back room and locked the door. She was giggling and her shirt was stained
with blood and she said, quite bluntly, "I beat up a girl who was bullying me
so terribly that I think she might die."
She talked about how proud she was and how she didn't even both to fight back
when she smashed the smug girl's glasses in. How the girl had too much pride to
call for help. How she left her to die and bleed and sob.
And then when she was halfway down the block she ran back just to kick her.
And she was panting and giggling like crazy and goddammit. He couldn't take it
anymore. His intentions were always impure.
He grabbed her and kissed her hard and tasted blood and candy. And she did not
back off, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close. And when he
pulled from her to breath and gasp she grinning and asked him what he wanted.
Simple. He wanted to fuck her.
He wasn't patient enough to get all the clothes off. He bunched up the skirt
and pressed her chest against the wall, sliding his hands under the shirt and
squeezed her petite chest, hard enough so that he could almost feel the bruises
forming under his fingertips.
When that lovely ass grinded right against the hard-on threatening to burst
through his pants he couldn't take it anymore. He nearly ripped his belt off
trying to undo it but as soon as cold air touched the tip of his cock he needed
to be inside of her.
So he ripped her panties off and thrusted into her, not caring when she
screamed. Fine if anyone heard them. Had to let people know about his girl.
Virgins, in Droog's experience, were usually sweet mewling little treats to be
enjoyed. Aradia was certainly not sweet her first time, of course, she exceeded
her expectations every other time, why not now?
No, Aradia was talkative in the perfect ways. She talked about the girl. The
one she left to bleed and sob on the concrete, how she sounded when Aradia
swung her cane into her ribs, the color of her blood, the feel of it between
the girl's hands. It was magnificent.
And then the fantasizing, dear loving god the fantasizing. She bucked and would
grind against him as he pounded into her and told him about what they could do
if they girl lived. Aradia would drag her into the hideout and they'd rough her
up together. And then Aradia would pin down the girl's wrists and Droog would
wrestle off the bully's clothes and fuck her senseless.
The idea alone made him groan as he pounded into her, and Aradia sobbed out and
finally climaxed, but she wanted to keep going just for him as her tight body
clamped down on her cock. Maybe they'd tie the girl up and leave her as a gift
for the rest of the crew. It would be a lovely present, a chance to get laid
whenever they wanted. Of course, they'd have to let her go eventually. Let her
wander back home in ripped clothes and semen dripping out of her.
Droog's breath hitched and he came hard, deep inside of her, trembling and
clawing at her body. She smiled and giggled and pulled away and promptly
collapsed on the floor. He sighed, slid down to the floor, and scooped her up
in his arms. She nuzzled him and yawned. He kissed her on the forehead and
smirked. "Atta girl."
When he got up and left the girl sleeping to join the rest of the (thoroughly
shocked) Midnight Crew, he had what was possibly the smarmiest shit-eating grin
in all of existence plastered on his face.
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