Thread: How to Ride a Night Mare [Quin x heartless]

Everybody's sort of lame their first time, Dorito shrugged. The point is being with somebody who can appreciate that it's your first and you're not automatically a natural sex goddess. If that's what Jason seriously expects, then fuck him. ...not literally, I mean, don't fuck him again if he's a douche. Having fun over that, they rinsed the dye from Dorito's hair and revealed her locks to be a bright, almost blinding shade of orange. Her blue eyes large and laughing openly, Dorito inspected herself in Star's mirror. Oh my gosh! Hah! Great job, Star! she laughed breathlessly. If this isn't dynamic enough to get his full attention, then I don't know what else to do. Let's hope I don't actually have to push him down some stairs. See more After that, the girls chatted some more, about end of the year projects they were excited about, kippie products that were being brought from the Midwest that they both wanted to try, and Dori's step dad, Gerry's, awkward attempts to bond with her that just ended up sort of weird and boring. Even if she did admit that she liked that he tried at all, hoping that he'd come up with something genuine they could connect over, and no, she wasn't going to help him figure it out. Getting to sleep past 11 p.m., entangled in the sheets together on Alex's bed, the way they always did ever since they were little, the girls wandered through their dreams with the guiding pushes and gentle prods of Peaches. Nothing they'd immediately realize or understand but the shadow pomp was patient and content with it's efforts. The next day was a short day of classes for them both, Dorito finding something interesting to think about in her Extended Mathematics class. Another piece of the puzzle that had her leaning towards the architectural potential with her gifts, then again it could have just been that Mrs. Tanner's enthusiasm for shapes and dimensions was contagious. After that, she had work from 1030 until 2 p.m. while Star went to meet her bae for lunch at Ray Ray's Diner and Music Bar. It was a slow day at the craft shop and Mr. Cole had Dorito stacking tiny jars of paint on the worn, wooden shelves. It was boring not only because of the mundane nature of the task, taking the right color coded jars out of the backstock boxes and making sure they were in the exact correct spot but also because she was waiting. After noon, even though she wasn't off yet, Dorito started to get worried that mystery dude wouldn't show up. After all, she hadn't told him her schedule but he came in around 1130 the day before. She started to pout and scowl at the paints, almost misshelving some of them, when she considered the possibility that he'd already been in the shop in the split seconds of one of the times she'd had her back to the door. Maybe he'd seen her hair and felt like throwing up or pissed his pants he was so scared and he'd rushed out of the store quicker than the Flash, so she'd completely missed the mental breakdown he had at the sight of her. She tried to feel pleasure at the thought of scarring him emotionally but after sort of falling for the hope herself it was hard not to let the melancholy get to her. Excuse me, sorry to bother you, a voice said to her right, forcing her to look up into smoldering brown eyes giving her an intrigued look. But I'm looking for this really edgy chick who was in here yesterday. Dorito tried to mask the flip-flop of her heart by rolling her eyes and he broke character just the tiniest bit with a smirk. She's kind of morbid, real pretty and she's got a funny finger. Have you seen her? See more Dorito finally smiled when he did a little finger dance with his pointer finger. Never heard of such a person in my life, she said coolly, continuing to put blush pink jars onto the shelf, filling the spot until it was level. Sounds like somebody you definitely should be wary of, though. Really? he chuckled, putting his hands into his baggy jean pockets, continuing to play their little stranger game. Is that because she's a vulnerable person or are you trying to make me think she's dangerous? She'll eat you alive. Oh, jeez. Now I really have to find her, he sniffed, glancing over his shoulder briefly. Vore is one of those hot button kinks I have. Really hard to find somebody to accommodate. I think we might be soul mates. Dorito covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a stupid giggle at his joke. With a twinkle in his eye, he smiled wide at her and leaned his elbow up on the shelves, hovering close to her. Why orange? Does it scare you? Is it supposed to scare me? he asked, his eyes boring into her and making it hard for her to return his gaze. I'm shocked and enthralled here. I really can't wait to see what Ms. Little Finger's gonna do next. See more Finally, she broke and looked down, smiling and biting her lip shyly. It's Dorito. No shit? he laughed in astonishment. What? Nothing, he said with a breezy grin. Just thinking you must be nacho flavored. Introducing himself as Steve Simmons, he waited while she convinced Mr. Cole to let her go early. No dummy, the middle-aged man gave her a soft, fatherly grin and told her she could have a couple extra hours on Thorsday if she didn't want to lost her time today. Thanking him graciously, Dori left with her mysterious artist named Steve and after chatting and walking for a while, they ended up at his apartment. There was a slight hesitation in Dorito because although really enjoying her time, she wasn't sure yet how far she really wanted to go Not wanting to be a downer, however, she agreed to go up with him. A one room studio with ivy green sheets on a twin mattress basically sitting on the floor, the room was dedicated to art and the creative process and very little else. Paints and brushes littered the space around an easel and there wasn't a canvas that didn't have something on it, even the one's lined up in a stack against the wall. Sketch pads, abused and scribbled in, gutted and rutted with his imagination and midnight inspirations, sat despondently on the floor beside the bed, showing forth their charcoal messes and ideas and his smeared finger prints. The kitchen was little more than a fridge and a sink and there were more papers and drawings discarded on the counter tops, like he'd contemplated his in the middle of the night pictorial messages to himself and tried to decipher the mind or train of thought that'd created it over breakfast sausage and oatmeal. There was something very electric and comfortable that hit Dori about the space, attractive and aesthetic even at it's less than savory, with his oily laundry cluttering the space, blending together the parts of himself that he had to present to the world and the parts that he didn't show anybody else. She fucking loved it. You want something to drink? Steve offered as he tossed his keys onto the counter and went over to the fridge, opening it to reveal the typical bachelor's inattentiveness of a pickle jar, jug of milk and beer. Dorito didn't answer him, distracted by the lone easel in the room with a sheet covering the painting upon it. Not bothering to ask him about it, the teen went over and disrobed the piece, even as he noticed her direction and stumbled forward to try to stop her. No! It's not... finished... he said lamely as she stood before the painting, taking it in. See more It was the one he told her about. The one he got the feeler brush for. As per the effects that could be achieved by the dream utensil, the painting moved before her eyes. Depicting a person facing the viewer with blank features, the figure swept it's arms up as it turned rapidly, rushing towards the audience as it revealed a beak-masked face on the back of it's head, the perspective distorting as it got close, swallowing the entire canvas in the black of it's menacing eye. Then it would return to it's starting point and turn again, each time consuming the viewer within it's gaze. Seeing the long snout of the painting's surprise figure sent a chill up Dorito's spine, her body attuned to recognize the imagery as soon as her eyes could make it out. Piper, she murmured softly. Turning to look at Steve who stood beside her, she gave him a wary and penetrating look. Why would you paint this? What? he asked, glancing from her to the painting like he was surprised by that reaction. This is my father, she said, emotion starting the slightest tremble in her voice. Why are you painting Christopher Piper? Is that why you wanted to go on a date with me? A sheen of disgust rippled through her features as she got firmer and more confident. Is that all I am to you? The famous corrupted daughter of the villain that tormented this town? Whoa, Dorito, time out here, he said, really coolly unsettled by her reaction, even as he casually made a cancelling gesture with his hands. First of all, I didn't even know who you were until you told me your name. Second of all, it's not all about you. Sorry to burst your bubble there, little finger. He smirked and cocked his head wonderingly, like he was trying to figure something out about her. Hate to tell you this but your dad didn't invent the plague doctor mask and imagery. He just used it. It's history doesn't suddenly go away just because of what he did and that was the imagery I was trying to tap into. Dorito's anger deflated with his explanation, especially feeling foolish because of how reasonable he was being about it. Touching the edge of the canvas where the folded and stretched fabric was a little long in the corner and frayed, he sighed and made a pouty face. Not only that but you've hurt my feelings now... calling it a guy, he said, giving her a mock hurt look. It's supposed to be Isadora vom Spiegel and the legend of her transformation. Laughing a little, Dorito looked again and noted the femininity of the first face and the almost imperceptible bumps of breasts on it's chest before it turned away. The beaked figure didn't have any gender, she realized as she watched it go through it's movements to envelop the viewers again. Told you it's not finished, he said with a crooked grimace, tossing the sheet back over the painting. After that, Steve got her a drink and they sat on his bed and talked for a little bit. Asking her about her finger, he wanted to touch it and she let him, letting him realize that whatever abilities it had, it was just a finger colored black when not in use. Then he did something odd, holding her hand in his fingers and putting the corrupted appendage into his mouth, sucking on it. Jerking her hand out of his hold, Dorito bristled and said, Don't. Why not? Steve asked, half-leaning on his side on the bed and quirking an eyebrow at her in interest. Because it's not a sex organ, she snapped in annoyance, rubbing her finger on her jeans to dry it. I'm not a fetish. Bullshit, he coolly said, amused by her. It's just your finger, Dorito and that's all I was doing. You're so used to everyone drawing attention to it that now you're defensive, expecting it to be different. It's not. I'm just sucking your finger, Dorito. Why, though? she frowned at him. He shrugged like it was obvious. Because it's yours, he said, giving her a look with those brown eyes that had her thighs trembling together. NSFW See more Swept up in him and his refreshing outlook about her, about her history and her corruption itself, Dorito found herself pantsless, with Steve similarly undressed and humping her into his mattress. Bed springs squeaking, punctuated by her soft, breathless cries of delight, he fucked her hard, her fingers like claws clinging to him just to hang onto something. Delighted by the full feeling his cock gave her, and loving the way he looked, so determined and lost in pleasure above her, his bangs falling over his eyes and dangling in his face as he moaned blissfully, Dorito didn't let herself think of the consequences, just enjoying the moment for what it was. Even as she started to feel a tingling pressure inside, her hips starting to thrust up to meet his pounding strokes, he grunted harshly and pushed in deep, his body trembling in the throes of orgasm. Shoving away her disappointment, replacing it with a feeling of satisfaction that she'd brought him to orgasm with her body, she accepted his kisses when he was coming back down from his high. Pulling out of her, his dick looked alien with it's dark purple sheath, the Kipped condom he was wearing. Made out of a revolutionary kippie plastic that replicated skin, it was the ultimate next step in contraception, forming an impenetrable barrier but form-fitting to any sized cock and allowing sensation to go through it as if the guy wasn't wearing anything at all. Taking it off of himself and keeping his spunk trapped inside with a quick tie, Steve turned back to Dorito to kiss her again. You didn't come, he stated as she sighed and hummed on the bed beside him, her hair and shirt disheveled. That's okay, she was quick to assure him, willing to make his pleasure and desire for her a priority. It was good. He cocked his head and frowned a little, playfully. Could be better, he said, stroking her thighs with his hands and moving down low to position himself between her legs once more, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders. Disbelieving that he could continue to surprise her with how perfect he was, Dorito laughed in surprise, her giggles cut off as his tongue found her. Contorting on the bed beneath him, she gasped and whimpered as he made out with her lower lips, tantalizing and teasing her and then rubbing his lightly stubbled face flush against her for a pounding pleasure that threatened to overtake her. She begged him wordlessly, trying to hump up against the feel-good pressure and movements of his lips, but he held her firmly and sweetly in place. Unhinged, Dorito moaned breathlessly, her corrupted finger drawing wildly in the air, wire spirals and coils that sped away from her to fall over his bedside in a cascade of cymbal-metal noise and tangled loops. Gripping his hair with her other hand, she shrieked in ecstasy, her body arching towards him, and her neon hair plastered against her face with sweat. Whatever test her hair had been, he fucking passed. Jason was already at Ray Ray's when Star showed up, greeting her with a smooch on the lips before leading her inside. Blue eyes twinkling, he smiled at her with his smooth, aristocratic good-looks and asked her, How was your day? The stood waiting for a few moments to be seated and he gave her a tight smile as he motioned at her hair, his finger whipping out to gently touch the discolored strands. Did you do something different? Dori splash some of her dye on you? I saw her this morning on the way to class. Really, like people didn't notice her enough before. He let out a breath and shook his head, his eyebrows bouncing in wordless commentary. It wasn't mean and he wasn't trying to be, but there was still a level of smug expectation and standard in the world. Dorito was well-known for her experimentation with clothing and hairstyles and the majority of her level-headed peers felt it was too much and a bit intimidating. Still, Jason was quick to let Star know, with a kiss brushed against her hand, I like it. But not too much, though, okay? Not that he'd leave her if she dyed her hair like Dori's but it would be really uncomfortable to be seen in public with a girl with purple or green hair, let alone a hybrid. Going to their table, Jason sat across from Star in a small booth by the windows, accepting the menus from their server. Music was being played on a stage in the corner, family friendly and basically storytelling set to guitar music. This song was called 'I Got What You Need' about a kippie peddler who professed to always have what the customers wanted but every time they made exchanges, it was something wholly inappropriate to the dreamers' requests, in a silly, usually pun-induced manner. Jason smiled at his girlfriend, his eyes adoring yet just the right amount of cocky set to his shoulders being seen with her. He was a lucky guy and he knew it. My step mom is driving me crazy about this essay thing, he sighed, once they had their drinks. It's 3 months yet and I already basically know what I wanna do. They seriously need to freaking chill. Having grown up under the influence of how important school was and loving some of his own great instructors over the years, Jason was looking to become a teacher himself. The only problem was focusing on a subject and age-group but he'd already done some assistant teacher work with 8 to 10 year olds and he loved inspiring the kids and getting them excited about learning.