I'M JUST HERE TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP FOR YOU

YO LET'S DO THIS SHIT. (Nepeta)

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 00:55:53 -0400

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Nepeta could swear she didn’t bump into him on purpose. She didn’t remember seeing him when she made a bee-line towards the kitchen at full walking speed. She blinked a few times when he took her hand away and stopped breathing altogether when he touched her nose. She swallowed and let her jaw drop slightly. She had never been this close in proximity to any troll except for Tavros, her moirail, especially not one so close to her age.

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine!” she said, snapping out of it, hand flying back to her face. “I mean, AC is fine! She’s okay!” She felt area around the bone start to throb, where her dark green blood rushed to heal her injury, and heat flush to fill up the rest of her face. “Don’t worry about it! I don’t-She doesn’t need a wrapping! She has gotten worse abrasions while night-hunting!” She ignored the pain for now.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened herself up and changed the subject. “So are you going to the kitchen?” she asked, gesturing to the kitchen with both claws, er, hands.

He looks from side to side, what has he read on what to do on these kind of situations? Oh yeah, absolutely nothing. BUT there were those trashy rom-coms to guide him, cheesy ass but romantic as fuck scenes they were. He scrunched up his eyebrows and took back his hand, eyeing the green pigment, presumably her blood. He starts to frantically mumble a bunch of words, it’s too early in the evening to be all verbose and hyper-like. He scratched the sides of his head,

“Are… you sure? Are you positive…? Are you absolutely, positively, super, sure?” He looks at her again and frowns. What kind of night hunting? He has been away from life for so long that he doesn’t even know the daily activities of the people around here. Wow, that is just, sad of him. He looked at her again,

“Well I guess I am now if we’re going to clean you up? But if not then I was going to head out there, in the, real world.” That was a little bit too much emphasis, BUT WHO EVEN GOES OUT THERE FOR FUN. Shit, he was loosing himself. He was going to be nonchalant if he ever ventured out there again.

Nepeta grinned at Karkat’s reply. She shook her head briskly and said, “No, I’m okay, really!” She regained her composure and explained. “I was going outside, too! Well, first to the kitchen, but then to go night hunting! That’s how I get my food and paint and pelts to sleep on!” She felt a tiny drop of blood go down her nose but quickly wiped it away without changing her innocent wide-eyed expression, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Come on, let’s eat!” she goaded him, escaping into the kitchen. “There’s purrobably plenty furr both of us!” She opened the fridge to an assortment of food in colors and shapes she had never seen before. She pulled out something that looked like meat and some milk and set them on the table. Since she had only been to the kitchen once, she had no idea where the plates and cups were. She opened all of the cabinets haphazardly and finally found two of each and put those next to the food. She did this also for the forks.

She took the raw meat out of the package and put it in a pile on her plate, with the fork sticking out of the top. It was a bit bloody for her taste, so she decided to cook it a little. There wasn’t a fireplace around, so she stuck the plate with the fork still sticking out into the microwave. She heard it cooks food faster than open flame anyway. She pressed the “1” and it turned set the microwave to cook for a minute. She smiled at herself for figuring it out so fast.

He cocked his head to the side, “Alright, but I’m going to be keeping my eye on you, well, because the last thing I’d ever really want is all of my friends dying from blood loss, I, well, you’re my friend-okay-not another word ugh, but-” He trailed off to ramble some more, making a fool out of himself. However, he stopped when he noticed the droplet of blood traveling down the others face. He reached over to wipe it off but instead met Nepeta’s hand.

Quickly pulling back with a flushed expression which he wiped away with a head shake, he cleared his throat to clear the one-second awkwardness. Small, but noticeable. Like when you’ve ketchup on your shirt. Which was pretty disgusting anyways, in his opinion. He briskly followed her into the kitchen, wondering what was she going to make. He didn’t trust his cooking and nor did he trust most foods in that refrigerator; but maybe whatever she pulled out was worth tasting.

“Hey what are you making, Nepeta?” He made his way over the microwave, slouching his shoulders. Lethargy can go to hell. He hoped he could digest this, oh who was he kidding he was going to digest it. He stole some glances here and there and that’s when it hit it to him that he didn’t know how to interact with gals other than his mother. FUck.

YO LET'S DO THIS SHIT. (Nepeta)

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 21:25:57 -0400

sl33pyleijon:

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He scrunched up his nose as he made his way into the family-fun-time-block (Living room) or well it was actually more of a hell when everyone was assembled there. He didn’t carry his pillow around with him,because he wasn’t going to be that idiotic little wriggler again with the whiny and bitchy attitude. No he was a real troll now. But something really irked him. It was driving him insane that he doesn’t know what to do after accomplishing troll-hood and whatever-

“Douchebaggery shits what the hell do I do now?” He paced himself and looked out the window, into the sunset. Maybe he could venture deeper into that forest and have a strife. He had his weapons with him so why not? Karkat made way for the doors of this building and sniffed the air as lethargy was filtered and adrenaline took its place instead. This was going pretty well of being able to not yawn for a good 5 minutes until he bumped into a figure.

Nepeta was in dire need of a good hunting trip. She hadn’t even seen nature in over a week. The need to go outside to do even do the smallest things like walking or even breathing ran through every fiber of her being. She could not take it any longer. For now, though, she needed food. The magical fridge downstairs that seemed to never empty was calling her name and she ran out of beasts to eat the previous night.

On the way, she passed the room with the TV in it. She hadn’t really spent that much time in there with the others because of hunting in the forest or painting in her room, so she nicknamed it the “family cave”. She kept going.

Finally, she eyed the entrance to the kitchen and briskly walked towards it until she walked right into Karkat. Quite hard, actually.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, holding her nose. It really did hurt after bumping it into his chin. “Sorry, Karkitty!” she said innocently, voice muted behind her hand. “I didn’t see you! Are you okay?”

His eyes were squeezed tight at first, and he was ready to blow his top off at whomever was on front of him. However it was just Nepeta and he inwardly sighed and thanked the mighty fucking trolls that it wasn’t some ass-prick strutting his or her way to the hivebent. It’s been getting pretty lively and hell, as if he could take any more shenanigans in his life. He stepped back and moved her hand out of the way instantly to touch her nose,

“Oh fuck- are you okay Nepeta? Tell me you are- jesus christ DO you need one of those human wrapping things?”

Maybe he wasn’t handling this right but damn there wasn’t nothing on his mind about beating the hell out of her. In fact he hasn’t talked to her in a long time; it was time to make do and get along… Better. If he could. Maybe if he tried.

Nepeta could swear she didn’t bump into him on purpose. She didn’t remember seeing him when she made a bee-line towards the kitchen at full walking speed. She blinked a few times when he took her hand away and stopped breathing altogether when he touched her nose. She swallowed and let her jaw drop slightly. She had never been this close in proximity to any troll except for Tavros, her moirail, especially not one so close to her age.

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine!” she said, snapping out of it, hand flying back to her face. “I mean, AC is fine! She’s okay!” She felt area around the bone start to throb, where her dark green blood rushed to heal her injury, and heat flush to fill up the rest of her face. “Don’t worry about it! I don’t-She doesn’t need a wrapping! She has gotten worse abrasions while night-hunting!” She ignored the pain for now.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened herself up and changed the subject. “So are you going to the kitchen?” she asked, gesturing to the kitchen with both claws, er, hands.

He looks from side to side, what has he read on what to do on these kind of situations? Oh yeah, absolutely nothing. BUT there were those trashy rom-coms to guide him, cheesy ass but romantic as fuck scenes they were. He scrunched up his eyebrows and took back his hand, eyeing the green pigment, presumably her blood. He starts to frantically mumble a bunch of words, it’s too early in the evening to be all verbose and hyper-like. He scratched the sides of his head,

“Are… you sure? Are you positive…? Are you absolutely, positively, super, sure?” He looks at her again and frowns. What kind of night hunting? He has been away from life for so long that he doesn’t even know the daily activities of the people around here. Wow, that is just, sad of him. He looked at her again,

“Well I guess I am now if we’re going to clean you up? But if not then I was going to head out there, in the, real world.” That was a little bit too much emphasis, BUT WHO EVEN GOES OUT THERE FOR FUN. Shit, he was loosing himself. He was going to be nonchalant if he ever ventured out there again.

unchatamericain: its hard 2 draw buoys

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 22:26:44 -0400

unchatamericain:

its hard 2 draw buoys

karkinophile: if i have to be sick then dammit my favorite...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 18:55:47 -0400

karkinophile:

if i have to be sick then dammit my favorite character has to be too

and if trolls don’t get colds then i can blame it on karkat being a mutant umu

i just realized that I rebllogged the wrong thing to the wrong blog whoops gomen u___u

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:07:08 -0400

i just realized that I rebllogged the wrong thing to the wrong blog whoops gomen u___u

> Dave: Give in already. [Karkat]

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 13:58:58 -0400

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“It’s funny, because that damned title of yours doesn’t mean a fucking thing if you’ve really caused your, friends, morial, whatever to die. Is it really, truly your fault?” He lightly laughs again and licks his chapped lips; tasting the drying blood from the bites from before. He would be devastated if everyone had disappeared in his life. To be isolated from everyone else and to carry on that burden of a being connected with them any way… Even though everyone in this housing area is a total waste of space but wow, he appreciated that they were on his neutral side. He raises a brow and shrugs the thought of the other off, instead smoothing out his shirt.

“You confuse me a lot, hopping over from here to there like one of those green-goul-like looking shits, grasshoppers. It’s almost like you’ve got a pair or four of you.”

Whoops a slip of the tongue caused by whatever just had to appear. Again, since he was tired, he shrugged it off. Karkat inched his fingers to grab his pants and then slipped them on again. Soiled damn shitting things. Ugh he should have brought a pail and secretly hid it underneath the sleeping-unit of this room— it’s like someone who had just drunk a bunch of soporific liquid just dumped a cup of grub juice and fucking stardust all over the room. He was going to grab onto the others hand before he took it away.

Ooh snarky. All of the troll-oscar awards should go to him. He leaned back and stretched his back and arms, cracking his bones.

“Do go on and entertain me even more, tell me ALL about your life and how you managed to end up here you, poor, pitiful, creature.” He clasped his arms and slowly rose up, giving the most sarcastic smile that he could ever do. And it hurts. He returned to his broody and now lethargic state, ruffing his hair out to its normal state and avoiding his horns. He could just, throw a brick at the other now.

“You are such a… douche muffin.” He throws his middle fingers into the air, “I’m not going to clean this shitty mess up. No fucking way.” He refuses to acknowledge that last part coming from the other, slowly being infuriated and embarrassed even more than before. He just lost his, maidenhead to this lanky kinda ~~nice-looking~~ human. (Or virginity works too) He doesn’t even know that much about him other than the fact that he’s this asshole with shades who apparently lead all of his friends being hurt by going through time, and he ended up here. Somehow.

Magically.

He watched the other leave the room, not knowing what to do. Cut some him slack and leave him alone so he could get cleaned too because the smell isn’t going to be pleasant in the morning, or yell at him so he could clean this shit up. He looks behind him, at his desk where luckily, nothing was damaged but half of the room is just a mess. Jesus christ and he wasn’t no maid-of-cleanliness.

“How about you shower and I’ll leave some kinda note for you saying, ‘oh strider go clean this shit up’, OR why don’t you use those powers and we can pretend that this, never happened.”

Fuck these thoughts so hard.

> Dave: Give in already. [Karkat]

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 00:10:32 -0400

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He stared back, like an eagle but he couldn’t keep that posture for too long when he continued to thrust. Dave’s fingers were like the bars to a cage, ceasing what could have been loud shrieks and are now just muffled moans. His long and slender fingers irritated him, but surely enough there was a plus in being handled like this. Karkat bit onto his fingers, making sure that he did bleed and that he got a taste. Like any other feral being he was turned on so much by how the coppery-blood seeped within his mouth. However, being caught by surprise he was turned along with the other and GOD did he go deeper this time. He clenched his teeth, squirming and releasing a puff of hot and bothered air.

“Nnnghhhaaaaaa-” Shitastic, he was ready to melt into a pile of goo or dissipate into Grist. He could feel a sting on the cheeks of his bottom, but the sensation was toppled over by lust. His hands slammed flat on the floor besides him to steady himself with the add on of raking the damp carpet with his nails. Had satan arrived and showed the slice of cake to him? Because it was just too big for him to take in. He hissed as his lips were bit again, they were going to swell in the morning and damn he was going to need to find a way to cover them up. Everything was escalating, everything but- Dave. The sudden halt coming from out of no where.

What was he going to do know. He stared into the others face, gasping before gaping. Was he in pain or- no, his bulge still wriggled underneath him like a bitch. What was the other thinking of. What the fuck stopped him? Well this was getting awkwarder and awkwarder by the minute as silence blanketed the room and all he could hear was the sound of his own breath slowing down raggedly and feel the beat of the others heart against his rib cage.

“What are you doing, Strider…” He murmured quietly in his ear, eyebrows beginning to knit together again. He was slowly loosing patience as he expected some kind of answer coming from the other. He was in doubt now if what they were doing was going to to be continued. Was this supposed to be normal at all? He blinked,

“You can’t what?” He was rolled to his back and the next thing he knew, Dave was trying to fasten the button to his jeans like a little wriggler who had just spilled his cup of lusus milk. Never cry over that nasty shit. And here he was acting all strange for no reason; and he didnt’ own telepathic powers so he couldn’t read his mind as if it were a book. He looked at his hands for a moment however, and shit that was disgusting seeing that all over his hands. Karkat sluggishly moved from his position so that he could sit up right- damn did his back hurt.

“You, are just, so, pathetic,” He laughs a little before choking on his sit, “wow… what is up with your think pan tonight.”

He moved forward and moved his hands out of the way to button his jeans together, chuckling this time before he held his face with his two sweaty hands, nails digging in soft skin. He didn’t know what he was doing honestly, but anger seemed to seep through the cracks of the diminishing lust. His shaky breaths and lethargy were the only two things that were stopping him from wringing his head out in fury.

“Again… what the hell are you doing.”

halliestuck: homestuck challenge day 28: character you wanna...

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 15:33:06 -0400

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the-everlasting-ash: angsty Karkles

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 11:26:59 -0400

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Sun, 10 Jun 2012 10:00:10 -0400

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YO LET'S DO THIS SHIT. (Nepeta)

Thu, 07 Jun 2012 21:23:42 -0400

sl33pyleijon:

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He scrunched up his nose as he made his way into the family-fun-time-block (Living room) or well it was actually more of a hell when everyone was assembled there. He didn’t carry his pillow around with him,because he wasn’t going to be that idiotic little wriggler again with the whiny and bitchy attitude. No he was a real troll now. But something really irked him. It was driving him insane that he doesn’t know what to do after accomplishing troll-hood and whatever-

“Douchebaggery shits what the hell do I do now?” He paced himself and looked out the window, into the sunset. Maybe he could venture deeper into that forest and have a strife. He had his weapons with him so why not? Karkat made way for the doors of this building and sniffed the air as lethargy was filtered and adrenaline took its place instead. This was going pretty well of being able to not yawn for a good 5 minutes until he bumped into a figure.

Nepeta was in dire need of a good hunting trip. She hadn’t even seen nature in over a week. The need to go outside to do even do the smallest things like walking or even breathing ran through every fiber of her being. She could not take it any longer. For now, though, she needed food. The magical fridge downstairs that seemed to never empty was calling her name and she ran out of beasts to eat the previous night.

On the way, she passed the room with the TV in it. She hadn’t really spent that much time in there with the others because of hunting in the forest or painting in her room, so she nicknamed it the “family cave”. She kept going.

Finally, she eyed the entrance to the kitchen and briskly walked towards it until she walked right into Karkat. Quite hard, actually.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, holding her nose. It really did hurt after bumping it into his chin. “Sorry, Karkitty!” she said innocently, voice muted behind her hand. “I didn’t see you! Are you okay?”

His eyes were squeezed tight at first, and he was ready to blow his top off at whomever was on front of him. However it was just Nepeta and he inwardly sighed and thanked the mighty fucking trolls that it wasn’t some ass-prick strutting his or her way to the hivebent. It’s been getting pretty lively and hell, as if he could take any more shenanigans in his life. He stepped back and moved her hand out of the way instantly to touch her nose,

“Oh fuck- are you okay Nepeta? Tell me you are- jesus christ DO you need one of those human wrapping things?”

Maybe he wasn’t handling this right but damn there wasn’t nothing on his mind about beating the hell out of her. In fact he hasn’t talked to her in a long time; it was time to make do and get along… Better. If he could. Maybe if he tried.

almondk10: i want to do this so bad!! THIS.

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 09:21:28 -0400

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i want to do this so bad!!

THIS.

YO LET'S DO THIS SHIT. (Nepeta)

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 19:20:25 -0400

He scrunched up his nose as he made his way into the family-fun-time-block (Living room) or well it was actually more of a hell when everyone was assembled there. He didn’t carry his pillow around with him,because he wasn’t going to be that idiotic little wriggler again with the whiny and bitchy attitude. No he was a real troll now. But something really irked him. It was driving him insane that he doesn’t know what to do after accomplishing troll-hood and whatever-

“Douchebaggery shits what the hell do I do now?” He paced himself and looked out the window, into the sunset. Maybe he could venture deeper into that forest and have a strife. He had his weapons with him so why not? Karkat made way for the doors of this building and sniffed the air as lethargy was filtered and adrenaline took its place instead. This was going pretty well of being able to not yawn for a good 5 minutes until he bumped into a figure.

> Dave: Give in already. [Karkat]

Thu, 31 May 2012 01:39:10 -0400

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“… Would you like to be covered in genetic material; that shit gets, all over the place. And-FUCK you better not jump to any conclusions.” Flustered, Karkat nudged him away and his lips straightened into a thin line, eyebrows knitting into each other. Oh, he needed to stop panicking; there are far more worse things than him having the knowledge of such things through troll fanfictions containing explicit content here and there. Of course there were also vulgar scenes that played in his rom-coms, but christ, this is stupid. Granted with comfort again, he leaned up to nibble on Dave’s lips, however he stopped with a frown shrouding his face again.

“You are so funny, Strider. Ha-ha-ha, want to make my respiratory have a fun damn time? Here give me your face and one of my sickles- Uuugh that is fucking disgusting, and vile.” He started to bitch and his face grew redder as he tried to cover up each word after the next. Words that had double meanings, that could lead to suggestive activities done in the past, all of that. No this was actually his first time in actually indulging in something sexual or, something close to mating. Toes curling, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he hisses in pleasure, Karkat, felt like a filthy whore. A foul human with absolutely no sense in what he or she was doing at all, yet fuck if he could stay in this moment right here, soaking himself in bliss.

He had a lot of contradicting feelings about this and like any other normal dip shit he gave in to lust and let a strangled cry. Oh goodness the way he just rubbed his horns was utterly cruel and wonderful. Each moan after the next increased in volume, but never speeding up. Saliva pooled in a corner of his mouth,

“Hnghhhaaaaaaahhgodd.” He was kissed again, and his mouth was on fire, blazing with a hot blonde’s damn tongue cooling it down. He was completely lost as to where to scream the next insult because it just turned into erotic sounds that were achieved through the impossible. His tentabulge wriggled between their bodies, making more of a mess, but it wasn’t as bad as a puddle worth of red fluids. Though, it was pretty slippery and slick. He was too hot and bothered by this disgusting fact, and as sad as it is he was horribly turned on. Karkat was going to lose it soon enough, what a looser he was. Dammit if only, if only…

His legs were spread apart and one was pushed against his hips, earning a groan. He didn’t know his legs could even go this far and how was this position even possible, oh god oh god oh god. What if he snaps in half? He stared at his legs strangely, “What the hell was that?”

Obviously, it wasn’t meant to hurt him but to only serve as some shitting position. He could hardly see his surroundings as his head was preoccupied with Dave. Like, an unrequited obsession that was hard to get rid of. He braced himself yet again for this, and did he come down hard like an anchor landing at the bottom of the sea.

Holy-shit.

Karkat let out the loudest scream as Dave began to pound into him. Oh god this was a far more different sensation than him finger-fucking. He was thick, hot, and just, so, fucking, large. After that it slowly progressed into loud moans and mewls. He wrapped his arms around him again and clenched his hands, nails scraping his back a bit. He was being fucked up so bad but there wasn’t any major injuries; if this was it then, wow he was weak as shit can be. Perspiration formed on his forehead and a bead of sweat rolled down his jawline and to his neck.

Whatever else Dave did to him wasn’t noticeable because the pleasure was just too much. The way his cock just rams into his walls and meets the end of his nook sent waves through his body like an electroshock.

“Sttrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriderrrrrrrrrr~”

waffulle: Karkat Forever unfinished

Wed, 23 May 2012 17:21:18 -0400

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Karkat

Forever unfinished

yummytomatoes: I make myself sick

Tue, 22 May 2012 18:05:31 -0400

yummytomatoes:

I make myself sick

Cleaning

Mon, 21 May 2012 19:16:27 -0400

What was it like to be normal. Was there such thing as ‘normal’? Does society perceive normal as contributing to it by hard labor and making up for the things that you’ve done wrong? Does society have to deem you normal for one to become normal? Or can one deem their selves as normal while the rest of society deems them insane. Well fuck all of that shit. It doesn’t take anything to be anything because everything is seen differently by everyone.

Karkat stood by the door to his room and was growing restless; he was adapting to staying up more and more. It was swell in the beginning, taking his time in the hivebent, looking around and finding some pretty interesting things such as some troll romance books, some more undiscovered rom-coms, and a copy of the Thresh Prince of Bel Air. But this doesn’t mean he completely grew out of his habit of bringing a pillow with him. This time, he also brought his trusty sickles just in case something out of the blue happens. It was getting pretty boring when all he has is a room to dwell around in. So it was time to expand and learn some new things.

Perhaps he could go outside and be burned— okay bad idea. No, he looked up the stairs that lead to the other rooms in the Hivebent and for a minute considered to climb those. Nah. In the end he just had enough will power to do some laundry. Fuck his clothes had been through a lot, and if they were going to keep sitting there in that one pile of dirt and fuck his room would be a complete dump. He looked around for some kind of basket to carry these nine pairs of pants and sweaters.

Alright so he was practicing the behaviors of being normal. Normal. To be a working member of society and not be sleeping goddamn beauty. Or not. He threw all of his clothes into the washing machine in the cleansingblock. It wasn’t so hard to do, now the rest of the buttons, oh joy what the hell was he going to do with this? Maybe if he just, pressed a few buttons and wow how do you even close this shitting thing. He grumbled and looked at the side where there were some bottles of bleach, soap, and boxes of this powder.

skullbaker: CC: FUCK. I’M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND...

Mon, 21 May 2012 10:52:58 -0400

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CC: FUCK. I’M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED.

> Dave: Give in already. [Karkat]

Mon, 21 May 2012 10:51:47 -0400

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It’s amusing how he used one of his insults just like that and who knows maybe with a pinch of anger he might just be the first human Karkat had ever known to try and actually troll. Not that he hasn’t done so already in the past with his actions. But it could be perceived as just another human’s bulge-sucking behavior. Never mind that, he was just being sucked into velvety words and hell he’d love to take a drink out of them if he could. He craved the other so fucking bad, just that dumb-as-fuck smirk drove him out of control. His damn body is alluring, his voice is husky and hot, and the shorter of the two was the receiving end of the horrible amounts of indirect-teasing. But it was in a way, exotic, and weird, new- fuck.

His cheeks flamed, “It’s not like I have a fucking bucket on me goddammit.” Is there any windex in the hivebent? And some sponges? The cockiness of the last part of that sentence riled him up and he will WIPE it off of the other if it’s the last thing he does. He can’t be mad though if he is wet for… His tentabulge writhed and twisted,

“You crazy asshole…”

He groaned loudly as Dave’s fingers were pulled out, his walls trembling and his legs quaking. His left hand balled up into a fist and uncurled again as he let his hold on his cock go too. He needed to catch his breath or just scream at how painful it is; it’s kind of like when someone is climbing up the tiers of an echeladder and then falls down. No one gets anything in the end in both situations. Actually fuck that shit he was going to receive pleasure one way or the other.

He held his breath when he felt his cock against the top of his nook. Oh god what in the ever loving fuck just go already. Everything inside of him was buzzing about and he was dying for this. A bunch of ‘Oh god, S-triderr’ and curses were emitted from his mouth as those tedious seconds strolled by. His hands were now by his head, still clenched into fists. His libido was so close to being filled as Dave’s manhood slipped close by his entrance. Karkat moaned and rolled his eyes back briefly.

‘You must be shitting me; come on…’ What more could he ask for? He was lifted from the table and pulled into another passionate and heated kiss. The mix of their saliva and tongues getting tangled in each other’s mouth; all too familiar and warm. In fact it was lame compared to the other kisses. It was sloppy, and wet.

“Go on, I dare you to.” He pulled out of the kiss to grin at the other with poison, challenging him to go as deep and fast as he can go. And he wasn’t so sure if he could take it; he was over estimating himself at the moment and it’s not like he’s been fucked before either. Zero experience and that means you can’t climb up that echeladder to proceed to god tier.

His back was now on the floor as his legs were pushed apart to make room for the other. His member was prodding against his slick nook before sliding in completely. Karkat widened his eyes and inhaled sharply as all of his walls were stretched— wider than before. The feeling of his hard-on being pushed all the way into him. This was ohfuckfuckfuck- sobetter than before. His eyes locked with the other, but then he broke the contact when he shut his eyes, realizing how close he was to the other. All of him flushed against Dave.

“O-ooh my god…” Karkat’s voice barely made out when his horns were being handled again— and the fact that Dave was sliding into him again. He mewled as his muscles tightened, unsettled, rowdy, and what was the other feeling- nervous? It felt strange and wonderful to be in this position,

“Hngh-Youu-Strid-Fuck I-aahh.” His throat vibrated as he got lost in his own words.

bardofrage: kankles

Fri, 18 May 2012 18:23:02 -0400

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kankles