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MINORS DONT FOLLOW IM 20

I used to read shitty fanfics as a kid too but i genuinely think its dangerous to use it as a means of socializing/use it to interact with adults

PLEASE do NOT assume evryone who doesnt have their age stated is the same age as you

kankrivantastic

Really shitty art i made while dying 6ecause im visiting family. I get n9 time t9 myself to read fanfics aswell ☹️. I made this while 9utside so n969dy can tell me t9 t9uch grass.

Anyway I l9ve them s9 much. LRFKJSJRJDJ

Why do some people headcanon kankri asa girl? genuinely question

I personally think its more fitting for the sufferer but im deffy curious

#kankri #prostuck #homestuck #not vantacest

incel-sodomy-machine

Crokri where Kankri turns Cronus into a volcel by enabling his bitterness towards people not fucking him ever and morphing it into convincing him that sex will in fact never be worth it and it sucks actually. At first it is in an effort to impress Kankri that Cronus goes along with it, but it turns into a genuine belief that motivates his actions. Cronus just becomes bitter towards everyone who has sex at all and with Kankri acts like he’s better than them for not doing it. However, being Cronus, he does actually want to fuck, and very badly at that, and is extremely horny and masturbates in secret while Kankri isn’t looking.

With Kankri being the only person who gives him any real attention and even praise and possibly affection of some kind (even if it is really mild), Cronus has developed extremely intense romantic and sexual feelings for him and constantly fantasizes about and drools over him and can’t do anything about it. He doesn’t act on these feelings due to being a volcel, but also doesn’t voice them out of shame because he has become convinced that any lustful feelings are bad.

Eventually it becomes impossible to resist, the guy is fucking shaking with repressed lustful urges, constantly masturbating in secret, literally unable to not have a single shameful thought, so he does reveal his feelings to Kankri and begs him to get rid of them and is like extremely fucking scared this will make Kankri want to get rid of him but it doesn’t and Kankri just preaches to him about it for eleven pages straight. This unfortunately gives Cronus a boner for some reason, which prompts him to freak the fuck out, and Kankri trying to calm him down makes him cum the end.

#had to rb

Homosexuals

#im making a sfw masterpost explaining the ship dw

hspies

thank god he shut up

Kankri dumps lore of the sufferer to karkat and his bullshit visions of how thyre gonna die karkat doesnt get it and want to leave

marciaillust

Local crab boys finally chill out

melerbytes

black-quadrant

my first legitimate shippy piece

nevernill

Aww don’t be shy, dear! You are always welcome in my ask box!!

weebkat-deactivated20160220

no homo, he said.

mutantred

wait no that’s the wrong kankri

(don’t bother trying to read that)

black-quadrant

He won’t tell him he’s been a bad boy because that’s what he wants to hear. But he spills him over his lap, elevating his plump cushy ass, and spanks him like he wants to be punished. This is Karkat’s penance he chooses for himself, burning with shame fueled by guilty desire as he lays prone over Kankri’s knees, heat suffusing both sets of cheeks as a bare hand comes down again and again on his backside. The thin red fabric of his boxer briefs not only supplies tenuous padding against the blows, but acts as a substantial warm-up.

Kankri says nothing as his palm rebounds off the clothed derriere, all of his mental faculties centered on focusing his aim, swift and precise. Karkat’s throaty moans assure him he is not missing the mark. He can feel Karkat’s body twitching as therapeutic spanking crosses the threshold into lust-driven delirium. He pauses, sweeps a hand affectionately over Karkat’s mussed hair, and peels the undies back, exposing each deliciously pink globe. Karkat tenses, feeling the fabric bunch up between his cheeks, and swallows a moan as his dancestor’s hand cups one, then the other, the pinch of nails into the underside unfairly titillating.

He comes to Kankri because he hates him unlike anyone else he’s ever hated. In that hatred he also trusts him, trusts that Kankri—unrequited kismesis or not—will push him to the limits of his rage.

And he does, diligently slapping those naked ass cheeks until he notices the crotch of the little red undies dampening. Arching a brow, Kankri runs his thumb over the wet spot, pressing just a bit too firmly into the soft yielding dip concealed within the cloth stretched over Karkat’s saturated nook.

Karkat mewls, juts his throbbing ass out, entreating; Kankri ignores Karkat’s unspoken demand, patronizingly patting his rump instead.

“I hate you.”

Kankri smirks surreptitiously at Karkat’s red, raw ass.

“Not nearly as much as you hate yourself.”

Karkat’s groan turns shrill when a thumb worms past the stressed fabric and penetrates his nook, a single finger triggering a humiliatingly violent orgasm.