SAWSTUCK MASTERPOST

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1 => ARADIA + SOLLUX

Permanently blind, vicious bitch, BOTH WIN

Dave+John

Selfishness v. too hero, BOTH WIN

Tavros+Vriska+Terezi

Justice, stabbed in the back, genital mutilation, tricking, stairs, TEREZI WINS

Karkat+Eridan+Equius

Fucktriangle, they fuck it up real bad, heart rate, selfishness, forgiveness, KARKAT WINS, ERIDAN CHEAT-WINS.

Eridan+Jade+Feferi

Blood, could split/use own, picks Jade's, switches are mixed, JADE & ERIDAN WIN(SURVIVE)

Eridan

Inescapable, does what he needs to do, not allowed, cut in half, NO WIN

Rose+Nepeta

Meddling, puzzles, head device, ROSE WINS

Kanaya

Beauty, self-mutilation, KANAYA WINS

Gamzee

Druggie, disregards medications, syringes, rage, GAMZEE WINS

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[stableized.livejournal.com]

[Equius groans and twitches in Karkat's hand, hips jutting forward and away, squirming in every meaning of 'uncomfortable' known to mankind. There's that smirk that he wants to rip off Karkat's face, one of the many things that hardens his dick even while it's being grabbed harshly.]

It does, sir, it does.

[His fingers are digging into the wall, bent painfully and accomplishing nothing but releasing very little of the stress from not being strictly told that of touching being allowed or not. It's not that he particularly wants to for any sentimental reason, he just wants to and being denied that turns him on much more than if the rule didn't apply at all.]

[He was a freak, a disgusting, lowly freak who had let himself become Karkat Vantas' bitch behind doors, and sometimes even beyond.]

[angryknight.livejournal.com]

[The power kick is enormous and gratifying. Equius is completely under his control right now and it melts all the stress of racing around bringing people papers and coffee right out of him. How he ever got along without this early in the job is a mystery to him.]

It's because you're a slut, isn't it? It's because you know you're good for nothing but a quick fuck and you love it.

[They've done this enough that the verbal abuse comes easy to Karkat, just spills out of his mouth as easily as any stupid rant ever has. This is second fucking nature and it's way too fun.]

And I am going to fuck you hard, bitch.

[stableized.livejournal.com]

[Equius loses his breath for the moment Karkat talks and degrades him. He rarely has much to say back, his mind more preoccupied with wanting release and devouring Karkat's verbal abuse than forming words itself. He cranes his hips forward, tries to push friction against his throbbing, caged cock.]

Please--[fuck fuck fuck ow his dick is hurting in so many ways right now, it's horribly distracting]--please do, please.

[It's not the first time he's resorting to that begging tone, pleading because Karkat promises him just what he wants and he knows the smaller man will deliver better than he ever expects. He wants to be fucked raw, until he feels like he may die, with Karkat yelling at him, abusing him and having every given right to do so.]

[angryknight.livejournal.com]

[God, yes, beg him, that is the hottest fucking thing on the planet. Karkat curses under his breath as his cock starts to protest the size of his pants. Looks like it's time to give in and just fuck the man the way he so clearly wants.]

Only because you begged me, whore.

[Contrary to the discomfort he's feeling right now, it really isn't too hard to get his own pants off once he's abandoned Equius' dick. He's not concerned with what he might knock off Equius' desk when he throws them in a random direction, but he only tosses his boxers a few feet to the side. He knows he's going to want them immediately once they're done. Karkat's always been fond of cuddling and he doesn't even want to give himself the opportunity to try.]

[stableized.livejournal.com]

[Equius is thankful his shades are still on, because he glares at Karkat for disrupting all the things on his desk, and he's still debating if he's going to ask him to fucking fix it after this is over.]

[...Oh, fuck, he just legitimately felt discouraged and a little upset by that. Fuck fuck fuck, he doesn't want this to ever be over, he doesn't want to leave this room hurting in all the right places he's adamant about declaring wrong wrong wrong, so wrong. This is sick, it's disgusting and it's consuming him as much as, if not infinitely more, than work does. He hates what this does to him, what craving to be violently penetrated and punished does, what this really fucking awesome sex does.]

[And maybe the more he publicly stands firmly against it, the less he'll start to enjoy it. It's flawed logic in every way, but fuck him if that matters at the end of every day he doesn't wake up reeking of sex with Karkat next to him and Miss Maryam asking if he wants his eggs scrambled or fried. It's more correct and appropriate to see his own blue sheets, clean and mostly untouched, empty. It's correct and it's safe and it's boring, so boring, he hates it but he hates himself for enjoying the former at all.]

[It scares him that he would willingly beg on his hands and knees to be fucked hard, to see Karkat's face contort with rage and dominance, to be called a whore, slut, pussy, nothing more than an easy fuck. He has to crush it somewhere, all these painfully homosexual sex shenanigans. He starts with the outside world; he doesn't want what happens in his office to stop, and fuck he'll take his damn time being a hypocritical douchebag for every chance he gets to have Karkat's dick shoved down his throat behind closed, private, world-separating doors.]

[Here, in this sex-scented world he willingly finds himself in, he has no control, and little desire to seize it. He stays pressed against the wall, not touching himself, not undoing and removing his own pants and briefs. He doesn't because he wasn't told to, and he wants to listen to Karkat, hanging off every order. His dick is much appreciative of being released from that iron grip of pain, and he will swear to an audience of just Karkat (the world if he would allow it) that his underwear is damp with precum in the same spot or two they always are.]

[He stares in unabashed want at Karkat's nudity. He's small in stature, far from being as STRONG (or tall, for that matter) as Equius, and fuck does it turn him on that he's going to be fucked senseless by him despite all of that. He doesn't speak; he can't find the words to say. The anticipation is choking him up, so while his mouths drops open just the slightest, breath is the only thing exiting as he exhales.]

[This is wrong, he is a whore, and he can't make himself give a fuck when faced so bluntly with what's to come.]

[angryknight.livejournal.com]

[Karkat would probably actually have to clean up that stuff too. That's the worst part about fucking your boss- really, they can tell you to do whatever they want. And if you value your job? You do it.]

[But for now, he's in control. It's artificial, but it's more than enough to make his dick hard. And he knows where he's about to put that dick.]

[He steps forward to shove Equius harder into the wall, feeling far more comfortable naked than he had in his work clothes. With his clothes off, there's no clear marker of his status, so there's no way to look and see that he is lower than Equius. Even though making someone higher than him submit it hot, it also creates a harsh buzz of nerves.]

Don't. Move.

[He bites down hard on Equius' shoulder, putting wrinkles into the suit. With one hand he makes the practiced motion to squeeze Equius' nipple through the fabric, too hard to be comfortable, and with the other, he grabs the hard cock still trapped in those fancy pants.]

Hurts, doesn't it?

[He's going to take pity now, though, because it's about time he gets laid. He drops both hands down to undo Equius' pants.]