Dersecest Time Travel Rape ??👀 👀
This fic takes place on the Meteor, he's stuck with a bunch of randos and his sister during the horniest years of his life. What could go wrong? Dave figures out that he can use his time powers to his advantage, he's going to confess his feelings to Rose and if things go sideways he can always turn back time and pretend that nothing happened. He kind of shoots himself in the foot with the way he goes about it, so it's no wonder that Rose doesn't react well... Dave gets his dick wet anyway. :]
If this was a bad idea you would stop yourself, right? You wait for a moment but no future Dave appears. That probably means you had your fun and got away with it. Everything you know about Time is just encouraging you to do it, all those infinite doomed timelines already exist and will eventually fizzle out either way. You'll just have a little "visit". Getting to fuck Rose is clearly predestined, but is there any way you could do so without dooming the timeline? You're a joke and the punchline is "don't have sex with your sister".
So here you are, leaning against the wall outside the common room, psyching yourself up to do the unthinkable. Your plan is fast in motion and now the only thing left is to get Rose where you want her, preferably without anyone else seeing you two. You can wait if you have to, you'll pull the anguished poet routine and work on your shitty raps that just never seem to go anywhere these days. After all, you have nothing but time.
To your relief the common room is empty, aside from her. God, just the sight of Rose makes your heart do a sick kickflip off your sternum. She's reading on the couch, leaning all prim and proper against the armrest like a Victorian lady on a divan in her drawing room, legs partly tucked under herself. Her hip juts out invitingly and the slit in her dress falls open just a bit more than it does when she's standing. Her thigh is on full display, if only you could... You shake your head and reign in your lecherous gaze, the god-tier pyjama pants are woefully unforgiving when it comes to hiding sausages. She's just so fucking pretty you can't help yourself. That's unrestrained hormones for you, baby. You stuff your sweating hands in your pockets and try to act natural. When you get close enough you stop and clear your throat.
Rose doesn't even look up from her book. "As you can clearly observe, my schedule is absolutely packed and I'm late for every single one of my appointments," she says, turning the page.
"Ok, cool, anyway I've got something I wanna talk about." You think for a second and clarify. "Like feelings jam kinda stuff."
Rose perks up right away, she really can't resist picking apart your brain. She slides the bookmark in and puts her book down. It's one of Karkat's mind-bogglingly complicated and sappy romance epics which Rose claims to read for the culture, but you're sure she just secretly digs romantic trash literature. "Oh would you look at that, I think one of the appointments was booked just for you," she smirks. "What pile shall we utilize today?"
"I was thinking of something a bit more private this time, Dr. Lalonde. No offense to the smuppets," you shrug.
"Shall I take it that you'd rather take this session to a blanket fort in your room then?"
Sex in a blanket fort doesn't sound bad at all, kinda romantic actually, but your room is too close to the living spaces if and when things go south. Can't have Kanaya cruelly separating you from Strider Jr. just yet, even if that guy keeps misbehaving lately.
"A tempting suggestion, however: nah. I've got a real sicknasty jam grove in mind."
Rose raises her eyebrows, visibly intrigued. She gets up on her feet as easily and fluidly as a cat would. "Very well, lead the way."
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