AU ===> KINGDOMS <=== HOMESTUCK

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This be the Kingdomstuck Masterpost!

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[princeafuckmylife]

[Eridan sees the horror in Karkat's face belatedly, his mind rolling in the prospect of bucket-filling, bulges entangling, and god he is so sexually frustrated. He notices it when he touches him, and looks into his eyes and oh. Oh, this poor little lowblood, wonderful and loyal knight of his. He understands Karkat's body image far less than Sollux, and can hardly empathize.]

[He cringes at the sniggers that sprinkle throughout the room. Oh, the Prince, so desperate and horny he keeps a bucket nearby at all times. So alone with no one to fill it with, it wouldn't be a surprise if it was stained that despicable violet, now would it? He would, wouldn't he? Sick fuck, sick, sick fuck. He glowers at Sollux, both shrinking in fear and apprehension from that look on his face and puffing his chest, flaring his earfins defensively. The only way he could have known that was through Fef, and Eridan is not about to blame her for that, so the boiling anger from the byproduct humiliation is shot at the mustardblood all but hovering over him.]

[But there is still a potential matesprit half on his lap, touching his face, doing this for him, his rotten, pathetic self, and he has to return the favor somehow. He sneaks a hand into Karkat's hair, the one previously scratching at his pants, and looks him in the eye through smudged lenses and bubbling tears.]

Shh...calm your glubbin' gills, Kar. You look so fuckin' scared. How do you ev'ven manage that, it's...

[He pulls Karkat's head toward him and leans up to meet him halfway, kissing him with tears in his mouth and as intense as his energy supply will manage. It's a desperate mixture of a desire to comfort and provoke, and kissing Karkat like this wasn't what he expected it would be. He'd wanted something more--well, okay, this was pretty romantic in its own twisted, sick way, he supposed; being turned on by that look had to earn itself some award for fucked-up, and he's sure his bulge would be squirming more if he were crying, too. His claws scratch a little at the base of Karkat's neck and he pulls away, making quick and frantic glances toward the bucket hovering for everyone to see and snicker at.]

[Addressing Sollux with the hate he felt earlier is a difficult switch. He's still scared, so fucking scared, of the crackling red and blue. Right now is some kind of in-between stage, the foreplay, where a slice of his repertoire has been revealed and he knows--well, okay, he's really just making pessimistic, near-hopeless guesses that Sollux has more severity that he's yet to reveal. It's exciting and terrifying on levels Eridan has to appreciate on some grounds. He looks up at him with wide eyes, and the shaking in them doesn't match the firm tone of his naturally wavy voice.]

His sick fuck'a a'matesprit is just alw'ways prepared, Sol.

[The tight clench onto Sollux's bindings is a hard one to miss.]

[romcom]

[Karkat melts into the kiss, quite deliberately. He can't escape this moment, but he can lose himself in it, and that's what he fully intends to do. He squeezes his eyes shut and covers Eridan's gills with gentle fingers, a gesture that is deeply protective and entirely foolish. Sollux's powers will have no problems getting past shaky fingers, but he still has to try, it feels like some kind of biological imperative. The pheromones in the air are confusing Karkat's receptors something awful, but troll bodies respond to an onslaught of black and red pheromones the same way, so even as the conflict causes a further jolt of discomfort and fear, Karkat's sheath opens in little increments. The noise he makes in the back of his throat when Eridan pulls out of the kiss is one of simultaneous misery and arousal, and that's so embarrassing he sorta wants to die.]

[Sollux smirks boldly, feeling deeply empowered by the knowledge of how he's going to end this encounter. The idea of his genetic material swirling in with Karkat's isn't a particularly arousing one, but making Eridan watch and come all over that fucking throne of his is one of the most sexually stimulating thoughts he's ever had. He drops the bucket down on the floor in between the mess of feet in front of the throne, letting it make a loud metallic noise that makes Karkat moan again, that same combination of dread and fuck-me. The inside of the bucket clearly only shows Eridan's blood coloration, and that's hilarious.]

In cathe you can't make it all the way to your room when you theduthe yourthelf?

[He's sneering at him over Karkat's head, trying to ignore the shaking reddish fingers protecting Eridan's neck. His terrified ex-moirail was not part of the plan, although it now seems that he's an integral part of the proceedings. Might as well get this party started.]

[Karkat yelps, startled, when Sollux's psychic powers abruptly strip him of his pants and underwear. The room is cold enough that it's a shock on its own, and would be even if thick red tentacles weren't suddenly pressed into Eridan's pants. He groans, stupidly concerned about leaving a stain, before remembering all of the people in this room and finally overflowing with tears. He quietly sobs into Eridan's cheek, which he mindlessly pressed his face into. The noise changes abruptly when Sollux does the same thing with Eridan's pants and his bulge suddenly has another to entangle with. He makes a noise that is basically a wordless shout, and his tentacles determinedly throb along with his heartbeat. Before he can even fully react, he finds himself shoved forward, and he instinctively grabs Eridan's horns to steady himself.]

[The gesture annoys Sollux, who had intended to put Karkat into a better position, not to get him to pleasure Eridan. The positioning worked, at least, and Sollux, who had taken off his own clothing below the waist while Karkat was distracted, leans over Karkat's back, tentacles searching between the red blood's legs for his nook and squirming with pleasure when Karkat moans at the contact.]

Fuck!

[princeafuckmylife]

[Eridan can't take Karkat's fucking noises, christ. He's going to come before the party even starts if his knight keeps that up. He can't say he never pegged Karkat for being noisy, but having the reality of it all up in his hearing range was far different than his fantasies. He kisses Karkat's jaw then the bucket drops, because no way in hell he's going to interrupt that moan, dear cod. He's almost too busy applying wet, heavy kisses to his face that he nearly forgets to respond to Sollux's taunt. He pops off Karkat's cheek and flips Sollux two middle fingers, ringed and sparkling in the light.]

Shut the fuck up, Sol. It's none'a your cod-damned business. An' as far as your life is concerned, you shouldn't be one to fuckin' talk.

[The letter in his breast pocket weighs heavily in his minimal sense of advantage. Karkat doesn't know what's going on, or what prompted this, but Sollux does and he has every right to be viciously hissed a reminder of that. He scoffs, then settles back into the piteous comfort of Karkat's shaky protection. It's so sweet and red he feels emotional whiplash. When he interacts with Sollux, he just feels hate, and with Karkat it's the reddest of pities. He moans excitedly when Karkat's bulge presses against his pants, but god, god when their bulges entwine and pulse against each other and--]

Fuck!

[Eridan moans, there is no goddamn stopping that. His bulge tightens around Karkat's with the shock of pleasure throbbing down through his skull to his every being. It's a much different feeling than the nigh-lethal shocks Sollux had been shooting into him. He groans and pants, and is only partially aware that his gills have been exposed to the world and Sollux yet again. One of his tentacles brushes against another that's notably a bit warmer than Karkat's, and with Karkat's explicative he has to assume it's Sollux's. God, Sollux was in Karkat's nook, and Eridan growls hatefully when he realizes that. Yeah, he wanted this, but he's also growing possessive over Karkat.]

[But, hey, the show must go on. He latches onto Karkat's mouth, open-mouthed and shoving his tongue right into the pointy-toothed fray. He grabs Karkat's ass and pulls him further into his lap while spreading him for expanded access to his nook. One of the longer of his tentacles squirms into Karkat's nook and against Sollux's bulge, though it's a bit of a stretch, especially when the rest of his bulge is far more interested in wrapping and tangling with Karkat's. He moans into Karkat's mouth, and then abandons it to gnaw and suck on his neck. He also mumbles, low and right against Karkat's flesh.]

You're so fuckin' good, Kar, you're doin' so great, cod, you poor thing.