It's been a damn long day of hunting out with Charles. 'Heartlands' my ass, this place is brutal. Goddamned wolf bit my right hand, and if it weren't for Charles' sharpshootin', these nights would be a whole lot more lonely. Heh... At least we took out a decent enough white-tail to last us for a few days, but I'm gonna need those days to recover my hand.
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Your bedroom door creaks open gently and you look up from writing in your journal to see Charles' sheepish face peek around the side.
"Hey." You tell him and resume your writing.
"Arthur." He replies quietly as he shuffles through and closes the door politely. "Abigail told me you might need a hand with these herbs... for your cuts?"
"A hand?" You chuckle. "Funny bastard. Give 'em here."
He sits at your bedside and hands you some green-whatevers and you apply them to your wound. "I should thank you-"
"It's no big deal" He cuts you off with a shrug. "I should really be thanking you. All those times you damn near saved my life"
You snort. "Nah."
The silence lingers and causes you both to shift.
"Did you-"
"Do you-"
"You go-"
"No. You go first."
"Did you want something else from me, Charles?" You ask him and he turns his head away suddenly. Blushing? He pauses in thought before answering.
"I thought... you might want a massage?"
Has he gone stupid? A massage... like he's a bath maid? "A massage... like you're a bath maid?" You stare at Charles, slackjawed.
"Don't be a dumbass. You've been through a lot." He gets up from the stool. "Here." He kneels on your bed and wriggles behind you. You try to twist your sore back and follow him but you pull something.
"Ah.. fuck!" You try and grab at whatever you pulled to soothe it.
"See! You're in dire need. Here, let me." His lean fingers work their way around your back near where you tried to grab. "Here?"
"A little down?" You groan. "M-mm." Your back melts as he finally reaches it. That itch finally scratched, you moan as Charles works his magic.
"Maybe..." Charles leans down to your ear. "This would be easier if you took your shirt off, Arthur." His voice is sultry and drips with a distinct intention.
You mumble something indistinct and without looking back you shrug off your shirt. In no time, Charles is back at work with his damn sexy magic hands.
"You work so hard for the gang. For me... Isn't it right you finally get payed back?" This makes you finally turn your head to Charles. His determined look, furrowed brows that soften as your gaze meets his, it makes you feel crazy. You almost say something stupid and bashfully avert your eyes.
He puts his chin to your forehead and rests his arms on your shoulders. His musk to washes over you. It's woody. It's... tough. You finally give in and put your lips to his throat, and grasp his shoulders from behind, pulling your bodies close. You moan into him as you sloppily kiss his neck again and again.
"A-arthur." He sighs as he grabs at your hairy back.
You move down with each kiss towards his collarbones and unbutton his shirt. He starts from the bottom and you both unbutton until your hands touch, and you hold his hands in yours.
You look up at Charles' rugged face. "My god... Look at you." You quietly chuckle
He blushes but you keep staring at each other until he finally reaches down for a kiss. Your lips touch. Gently. You feel his warm breath mix with yours and you both get into it. Your tongues coil and you explore his mouth. He's straddling you at this point and your chests inch closer until you're skin-to-skin with your hunting buddy. You feel his warm, sweaty skin rub against yours.
Two men kissing and feeling each other has never felt more natural to you.
Karkat's trying to mind his own business and Eridan has burst into his room with an obviously bullshit scheme to get Karkat to agree to having sex. It's hot, sticky troll sex that Eridan's desperate for.
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"Pleaaase?? You havve to believve me this is serious!"
"LISTEN TO ME. I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING LYING BUT- UGH IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO RIGHT NOW. WE CAN... FUCK..." Karkat sheepishly agrees to Eridan's dumb request
"Ha! I kneww you wwould fall for it. Such an easy mark!"
"WHATEVER MAN." He replies. "SO LIKE, ARE WE JUST DOING THIS HERE AND N-" Karkat's lame repsonse is interrupted by the sudden meeting of his lips with Eridan's. His eyes widen in anger, but the payoff to the sexual tension allows him to relax and close his eyes. All the work is done by their mouths while their arms lay awkwardly at their sides. Wet and sloppy make-out noises fill the room.
Karkat pulls away for a moment to pull his t-shirt over his head, avoiding Eridan's smug gaze which lowers from his own to his fatass chest. "W-WHAT?"
"Fatass."
"FUCK YOU," Karkat blushes stupidly "TAKE OFF YOURS, ASSHOLE, LET'S SEE YOUR GAY LITTLE NIPPLES"
Eridan complies and lifts his t-shirt to reveal a surprisingly (to Karkat) built chest. He says with raised eyebrow, "Like wwhat you see?"
Karkat can't help himself. He shifts closer to Eridan and latches onto his damn muscular chest. He sucks and slobbers on Eridans gay little nipple while staring intently into his eyes.
"Oh fuck... you little slut!" Eridan pleased with the reaction, grasps Karkat's hair and holds his head to his chest gently. "You like daddy's chest, hm?"
Karkat bolts upright angrily and points a finger into Eridan's once-smug face. "DO NOT EVER USE THAT HUMAN WORD!"
"Okay, troll-jesus!" Eridan apologetically whimpers.
Karkat leans into Eridan pushing him back onto the bed. He commands attention with his gaze while pulling Eridan's shorts down with one hand. "GOOD?" He asks.
Eridan nods. They stare into each other's eyes as Karkat's clumsy fingers reach Eridan's bulge. He wraps around his trollhood and lingers for a moment, feeling Eridan's warmth in the gayest way. His thumb snakes up to the tip and gives it a handshake that makes Eridan whimper. Karkat giggles.
"I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO BE SO PATHETIC IN BED." He teases. "WHERE'S YOUR POMPOUS MONOLOGUE."
"Y-your hand is around my bulge... what am I meant to say!"
"SAY PLEASE."
Eridan's eyes betray his indignance, but he suppresses his bitterness. "Please..."
Karkat gives Eridan a look of satisfaction and leans in for a kiss. He smoothly begins to work the bulge in his loose grip, his thumb teasing the tip with each stroke.
Not one to be trumped, Eridan grasps at Karkat's back and hair. His hands explore each inch of the large body that lay over him and he eagerly smooches Karkat's soft lips - faggy lips if you ask him. Before today, Eridan hadn't considered Karkat beyond his rather ugly (and gay) face and personality. He found Karkat to be rude, loud and not to mention, unnatural. However from this angle, what seemed like a sweaty loser on all-fours softened. Maybe it was okay that his eyes were too far apart, and his hair was never conditioned, that he low-key stunk of pee and that he couldn't even eat face without slurping. His domineering of the situation right now was pretty hot...
Karkat pulls away from Eridan to tear off his own pants. With an inaudible boing, his smaller bulge is revealed. Immediately the two bulges wriggle their way towards each other, coming together with a slick slap. They both moan instinctively which drives them to kiss as if magnets were implanted in their lips. The bed creaks as they both buck their hips and the pair become driven by the whims of their frotting opposable tentabulges. With minds of their own the tentacles writhe and knot with each other, aided by the generous lubrication provided by their troll anatomy.
"Holy fuck... Karkat... I'm FUCKIN close" Eridan mumbles, interrupted by a sudden jolt of pleasure. "D-do wwe get the bucket?"
Karkat bursts into laughter mid-kiss, spraying spit into Eirdan's open mouth. "YOU FUCKING IDIOT." he chuckles.
They stop grinding to giggle into each other and they end up smiling softly, staring. Karkat breaks the moment by slapping Eridan's non-existent ass. "YOUR DUMB ASS MAKES ME WANT TO DO IT HUMAN-STYLE" he slowly presses his mouth to Eridan's ear, "I WANT TO FINISH INSIDE YOU"
Eridan's body tenses, and his face flushes violet.
"M-mhm." is all he can manage to say before he's pushed onto his stomach, ass over the bed. Karkat maneuvers behind Eridan and presses his bulge against the cheeks presented to him. The cold slime sends jolts into Eridan which cause him to hump the bed suddenly.
"Aha... You knoww, I'm not sure about this anymore, Karkat! I'vve never done somethin like this... like, no-ones been in there before."
"SHUT UP DIPSHIT" Karkat replies, his gaze transfixed on Eridan's tight bulge-hole. He leans over to grab Eridans wrists with one hand and lifts him from kissing the bed. Eridan looked so hot it made Karkat want to drool. This dipshit's made his life so difficult, and he's gonna get his revenge. Karkat never wanted Eridan so carnally as in this moment.
He probes Eridan's troll-pussy with the tip of his bulge, feeling his slick entrance pulsate and drool. The teasing makes Eridan whimper as he tries to look backwards to his own ass.
"I'M... GONNA PUT IT IN." Karkat states dumbly.
Eridan nods and closes his eyes, prepared for whatever feeling would come next. Of course, he's toyed with his pussy before, but fingers and toys surely couldn't come close to a real tentabulge, right?
Karkat pushes his bulge into Eridan, but it angles away and brushes Eridan's dangling bulge.
"F-fuck!" Eridan scrunches up his face with the unexpected friction.
"HOLD ON." He gives it another shot, pushes more gently. Karkat's tentacle slithers its way into Eridan's pussy, causing them both to moan with intense pleasure. It's a glorious union of morons. Record this in your history books folks, two sweaty incels finally take a look at each other and realise what they could've been doing this whole time. Gasps and moans fill the room as well as 'plaps' of which the gods would be jealous. Karkat picks up the pace while Eridan is dangled by his wrists, which forces him to cooperate with each thrust.
"Troll-jesus Christ!" he gasps as Karkat hits his troll g-spot "this-feels-so-fuckin-gooood"
Karkat dutifully keeps rhythm but tired, he releases Eridan's wrists suddenly, he's not that fucking strong. Eridan collapses onto his face, squishing his cheek cutely but the position allows more access to his g-spot and the pleasure jolts him upwards. He holds himself up with his arms lest he be assaulted by the immense feeling again. Were anyone to come into the room right now, to see Eridan bent over the bed being fucked in his troll-pussy by Karkat of all people, he would never live it down.
"IM SPLOODGING IM SPLOODGING FUCK FUCK" Karkat screamed embarrassingly as he finally reached climax.
"Mmmh, fill me Karkat, goo me up in my tight pussy." The warm feeling of being filled with Karkat's slime sends Eridan to climax at the same time, and he releases onto the edge of the bed and the floor. Karkat tenses firmly as he surrenders every last drop to Eridan's warmth.
Once its over they pant in unison and Karkat flops over onto Eridan's back, bulge still securely inside.
"FUCK, SORRY. I THINK I NEED TO JUST... LIE HERE FOR A MINUTE"
Eridan responds only by sighing heavily, squished by Karkat's sizeable body.
Power. Nothing. Down. Power. Nothing. Down.
Power. Follow-up. Down. Power. Nothing. Down.
I think therefore you are.
here I am again, where I heard Bush Hall
A year older on branches of dead tree
I reach my arms to the horizon, as does he
both hopeful, both blue as the snow
I will die this january and appear a third time
melancholic anew
At a fancy charity dinner, the host gets everyone's attention.
"Now lets all collectively imagine our biggest donor," he gestures to a pretty lady who stands up.
"in a bikini a few sizes too small for her." He begins to clap.
The room reupts into cordial applause and the voluptuous woman blushes and bashfully bows.
Strip poker in the hostel room
From the top bunk I did just what I wanted
Spin the bottle in a room of my male peers
Any wonder I turned out the way I did
Friendless until I cry. Hard.
That deer girl who strips when you get a chemistry question right will blow my brains out when I'm done.
Dear ,
Like our parents, we loved.
That is, not at all.
Bludgeon me as I, you.
A pathetic handjob in the bathroom
too much too soon.
We didn't kiss but,
we could have.
Another minute together or
a devious reunion.
We remain dolls on the shelf.
Walking
Walking
Running
Baseball bat to the face
Eat dirt, prick.
Sorry...
Dear ,
I wish we could have worked it out in person.
With everything we did, and all that I've learned.
We could have met.
You'd entertain me for an hour or so
In a coffee shop.
But you don't like coffee...
What I said was the truth,
I said what I believed, babe.
It was brilliant, no one knew.
I left your name out didn't you know?
No one could have known.
And we'd have met.
You'd entertain me for God
An uncomfortable charity.
But then again it's my fault.
I'm not where I am.
No one can reach me to connect.
In France I felt you.
In England, I'm gone.
I will never see you again.
I've never felt more connected to this place
than the one day
I'm glad to leave
and never come back
self is the ferris wheel on fire
as the bolts break and metal collides
flying up over the hills
and is left, a boy watches on with
cotton candy in hand
There is no word 'pleasure.'
A far form sits idly
Shape of man suits it best
A rock yearns to be pushed
leans against a tree
"You must help me,"
says the rock
The tree says nothing
"I need you to sway
lean into me
allow the wind it's way
my body yearns for the sensation
my uniquely lonely feeling demands"
The tree in silence, the rock continues:
"Because I am too heavy myself
the wind too weak"
as he speaks the wind blows
more strongly this time
Weak roots allow the tree the give
she shoves the rock,
who sighs in orgasm
"As the rain spills
from heaven to my head
it pours down my back
around my side
explores folds
soaks into the ground,
I still am discontented"
And so the rock leaves.
Drinking
In my room
Desperate to leave this hellhole of a house
I can't die now
Death won't redeem
Attempting undeath
Walking off hoping I don't come back
Roaming is easy
when there's no reason to return.
If I get hit, lost, or fall
It's done.
I am fulfilled in the nothing I achieved.
You'll be gutted, maybe
but all live on in passivity
to my dickless, heartless ghost.
Spirits aren't real
or I'd have been touched
by myself already.
You know it now,
you goddamned genius.
I hate the sun
I hate squinting because of the sun
It hurts
I knew your shade
I knew your eyes
I knew your face
I know your shape
As a dog remembers, I know you
A scent below my threshold
As a kid I stitched a snout not hurt
Here a goat screams silently
In hazy dusk I catalog
the faults in you I see
When light bursts through the morning fog
The blame falls onto me
Is my life even
When I'm so empty
That I can't even
Fetishize being dead?
What's it all worth
When living take nothing
When coasting is free
and nothing in me
On you, on top of me
Fourteen minutes I leave
to get a glass of orange juice
Cry into his arms
his pillows now he's gone
trip on his shoes
on your way out
Try hanging upside-down
Put a bucket underneath
let
tie your pussy to mine
leave to chill
cover with onion gravy
"get your hair out my mouth"
says she behind
"its not mine"
Teach sex moves to the blind
they say par for the course
but it's hard enough to find
a love i dont make up much worse
Lover, who harbours yours for me
The fog hangs thick over us
I search your sillhouette with mine eyes
Lover, will I find mooring
Hold me tight
Before I drift in open water
Lover, of whom in slumber do I dream
Awaken in my arms
Full years will never come
Lover, who doth need me
Pull off your robes
Yell, scream, for I'm gone aren't I?
His bluebells buried
alongside his corpse
Will carry his escence
into the wind
Fall silent my friend
you lived with me
Yet in years still
while your name is gone
Maybe to me you'll grow tall
as the Wye is wide
and you'll rise and glow
I'll take you along for my ride.
I'm self obsessed?
But what is there but me?
Nothing exists until I observe
I am the universe.
Need I contemplate your self
When the circuit is incomplete?
For when you are thought
I am not.
Is it really fair
When I'm breathing your air
That I don't want to?
Is it another I seek
Or am I just weak
At the knees for you unknowing?
I'm close
Teetering,
Grasping at ephemeral-
Words and meanings.
I'm a contact lens away
From impact
Into you and you
Don't see it
If I could remember seeing you,
Would we weep as one?
As our only draw
Was my crocodile's
For her eggs I am a vessel
Throughout vomit and through blood
I still can feel them wriggle
Come exploding out through mud
Those unsatisfied with crows
Fed up with being eaten
Enter your flesh!
Live in your mucus!
For no longer is it mine.
But yours, oh Sinuous Queen.
As Venus was a God,
let no man flush you out.
She's a lot closer in my head
I want her to be closer
Lay your head on me
Like you did when we were younger
Lean on me
And I'll accidentally lean back
But you won't notice
You're asleep right?
It's 2AM I'm fucking exhausted
but I'm listening to Car Seat Headrest
and delirium takes over
Let's have sex in my head
You wanted to right?
Shit, am I nuts?
I'm crying that I'm not.
Sick of Thursdays
they all add up
eventually split you down the middle.
Dude, I'm like that snake
that eats it's own tail?
Except I'm choking down my intestines
and tasting it's sweet ambrosia.
Sneeze depression
Effluvia of the Friday
stuck to my car window
wipers spread it longways
just enough for a taste
Can I get an amen?
Not even one?
Tear me up inside I can take it
I'm a fucking man, dick whole
green just ain't my thing
it's blue that I'm wont.
except wait I want?
because I'm not bursting
I don't even remember the lyrics
Don't try to wake me, baby
I'm the opposite of somnambulatory
Reddit, what is that?
Oh Normal? Get it.
Hit my head with a frying pan
I'm climbing up the pyramids,
but they're gone. What?