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26732 No.26732
Let's get this one started up again with imminent rape and naked!rotting!hallucination!Langstrom/Schtein.

previous threads:
https://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/res/23067.html
https://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/res/20880.html

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No.26733
FFFFFFFFFF

ok, i swear i cleaned and cropped that pic before posting it!

fail OP anonymous is fail :(

No.26737
>>26733

NEVER YOU MIND. content = content

Thinking of drawing an exploitable so people can make Schtein fap to whatever they want. Y/Y?

No.26758
>>26737
Y
>>26732
I approve of this butt-grabbing

No.26759
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26759
>>26733
Y!

Have another, edited to remove the offending het

No.26783
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26783
OH my god I didn't realize anyone would keep doing things for ST now that HINABN bailed the thread. Fuck yeah. These drawings are VERY welcome :) And my visual/story prompts from the last thread still stand, if anyone is willing to do them!

Pic is not porn, but relatively relevant as some commenter pointed out: "Langstrom’s expression in that fifth panel is less ‘friendly’ and more ‘I’m gonna rape you if you fall asleep’." Do with this what you wish.

No.26784
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26784
suddenly, homestuck

john's teeth would hurt like a bitch on your dick, I'm certain

No.26808
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26808
>>26759

bump for more of this! (pic unrelated)

No.26834
>>26759
fappan
also i kinda ship it actually

>>26808
drawan

No.26917
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26917
shame on you all for constantly reposting Oglaf, with no fan art of your own.

I think it's safe to post this now...

No.26920
>>26917
My jaw dropped. Mmmyes.

No.26947
>>26759

link to pic w/ offending het plz?

No.26955
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26955
Ok fff enough MSPaint for me for the night. Apologies if this offends your senses!

No.26959
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26959
Prompt from: >>25286

>>26947
Here you go! I wanted to add a flush to Schtein for the red and black, buuuuut I'm lazy.
http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/4078/strule342bcolor.jpg

>>26955
Yeeeesss, that is what anonymous likes seeing!

No.26979
>>26955
omg this is perfectbeautiful ;w; i love youuu

No.27042
>>26959
Yes! You filled my prompt! That's really fantastic, I love his paunch. It's probably not healthy how much I like gloves.

No.27045
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27045
He's hairier than this, it's actually canon.

Decided I wanted them to be shirtless in this, instead...

No.27046
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27046
Aaannd someone else's fanart.

No.27655
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27655
>>25588
>> Hey, if the apprentice a regular human or what?
I notice he has....horns I guess. Or is that just his hat?

>>25591
I wonder how he even got to be her a apprentice?

BAM

No.27667
>>27655
omg we were just talking about how he became her apprentice.

I am horny and creeped out.

No.27675
>>27667

Eh... I dunno. I just found that page disturbing and unpleasant. Poor apprentice.

No.27680
>>27675
to be fair on me horny is a permanent feeling I have most the time.
The creepy feeling was new however... well, not that new.

No.28038
>>27675
>I just found that page disturbing and unpleasant.
That's my favourite kind of porn!

No.29792
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29792
Well, well.

No.29835
>>29792
Jesus yes.

No.35047
Not a big fan of thread-resurrection, but - people - Langstrom is CANON GAY:

http://stringtheory.nfshost.com/comics/chaptertwo/page-thirty/
http://stringtheory.nfshost.com/comics/chaptertwo/page-thirty-one/

No.35055
>>35047
I guess that explains all the leery faces he's made at Schtein :>

No.35071
>>27655
God, the apprentice (the one we see in the comics now) is so freaking adorable. I'm torn between wanting to see him win something for once and wanting to see him horribly abused.

No.35165
If you vote top comic, you get a preview of Auditore. Apparently Langstrom was a chubby-chaser.

No.35167
>>35165
my first thought: "looks like a chubby Dr. Schtein, actually."
author comment: "looks like a chubby Dr. Schtein, actually. Draw your own conclusions."
I am drawing my own conclusions! and it kind of makes me belatedly sad that Langstrom is dead now lol.

No.35183
>>35071

The last comic made me awwww for him. He's such an adorable loser.

No.35191
>>27655
I'm still waiting for Ivan(apprentice)/Xoan ambassador slash. C'mon, it's canon!



I don't know how you'd accomplish that one, though. Maybe the ambassador buys him as a slave from his captors?

No.35217
>>35191
>Maybe the ambassador buys him as a slave from his captors?

God, I hope that happens.

No.35260
Anybody got any Goodbye Chains?

No.35263
>>35260
I've been too busy bawwing to find any art. ;_;

No.35264
>>35191
GLORIOUS

No.35343
>>35263
>too busy raging to find any art

No.35353
>>35343
this. i'm probably still too annoyed to even be able to fap to content, should some suddenly be provided. srsly wth

No.38127
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38127
Why didn't I think of posting here before?

Human!Mordecai/Victor, por favor.

No.38128
>>35353>>35343
man I know. i just...i don't even...let's all rage together.
>>38127
ok, after finals are over, i'm so doing this.

No.38133
>>38127

Just posted some filthy porn in the /r/ thread because I am lame and didn't see that this thread had been revived.

No.38136
>>38133
And it's going to stay revived, dammit.

No.38184
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38184
Puttin' this where it belongs. If you know what I mean.

No.38258
>>38184
It is still magnificent.

And you'd better remember that you owe us fic.

No.38260
>>38184
nnngg ... I never saw this before. You rock, puks. <3

No.38343
>>38184
Awesome and all...

...but Mordecai looks like Medic from TF2

No.38346
>>38343

Medic + White Demoman! I'm moving that shit to TF2chan!

No.38352
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38352
>>38346
HAHAHAHA OH FUCK.

Man, to think I came here with a prompt...

Lackadaisy Cats + Inglourious Basterds. *flees*

No.38387
>>38343
Since Mordecai is Jewish, one of them is going to be highly insulted. You pick.

No.38391
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38391
>>38387
oh shi-
I think I'd go for Mordecai, at least he'd make it quick.

If they were human in this one, would Mordecai's hair be mussed? Would that drive him completely insane, y/n?


It'll drive me insane if I don't nitpick this: Medic wears regular glasses, Mordecai wears pince-nez. Also they look nothing alike but that's less of a nitpick and more just a... pick? a nit? a difference of opinion?

No.38425
>>38391
>If he was human, would his hair be mussed up? Wouldn't that drive him insane?
Yes.

And by their expressions, Viktor is doing everything in his power to help him along that path.

No.38520
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38520
more adorable kitty cats so we can feel like terrible people.

and from my brain to yours: when reading i hear mordecai as david hyde pierce

you're welcome

No.38541
>>38520
Why should we feel terrible?

Because there isn't Mordecai/Victor muscle worship porn, yet?

No.38600
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38600
>>38541
Because we're bad people.

Alright we tried again but then paintchat seizured, and so one crappy texture later there is this.

No.38619
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38619
>>38600

No.38621
>>38600

Dat is a man's ass rite dere.

No.38625
In regards to Lackadaisy, I would also be unopposed to seeing some sort of pass made at Mordecai by Nico Savoy. Dat Cajun, bough!

No.38630
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38630
>>38625
...unf...

Yes plz.
Spoiler'd for boobs.

No.38656
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38656
>>38600
>filename.jpg
O U
Why is this so hot? fap fap fap forever, you two are great, keep it up!

>>38625
Nico is hot but Mordecai so would not respond favorably to that at all.... The results might be funny but not so fappable.
Nico/Mordecai/Serafine would be hot, though. Not /coq/ material, but hot.

Here's more canon Viktor+Mordecai since I don't have other content to bring yet!

No.38665
>>38656

Of course he wouldn't respond favorably. Nico's speech and grammar is worse than Viktor's. Doesn't mean Nico can't fuck with him a little.

No.38682
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38682
>>38665
I would buy this up until Mordecai shot him. I still hold that Viktor and Mordecai works mostly because Viktor isn't scared of getting shot.

Also, smoldering.

No.38686
>>38682
they are so adorable sjhfdjhfdjfffdshff

No.38687
>>38682
>"Viktor! You've been shot, like, four times!"
>"No worries, is foreplay,"

No.38689
>>38682
I keep seeing Victor's hand as Mordecai's in the last panel, so I always see it as him with his arm around Victor's.

No.38695
>>38689
First panel, too.

WILL NEVER UNSEE.
MORDECAI, STOP BEING SO GAY.

No.38701
You're welcome.



In the Maribel, Nico could move like a ghost. The carpeted floor and smoke-heavy miasma concealed his whereabouts like camoflauge, but out on jobs, Nico made use of his obviousness.

Scare tactics and misdirection were not Mordecai’s preferred methods, but the Savoys used both as adeptly as stage magicians.

As slipshod and hazardous as it seemed on the outside, Mordecai soon began to recognize the patterns in their strategies. When he learned to anticipate how the plan would change, depending on the situation, they began to like him. They still laughed at him and shared secrets in French, but now they seemed to expect him to join in.

Nico was a pleasure to watch. Serafine’s dance was more metaphorical, but Nico was a boxer. Every night, he would pick someone out of the crew they were about to massacred and force him to fight for his life. The other man always lost, but it was still fun to watch. Nico’s footwork was graceful, the punches he threw calculating and elegant.

Of course, just when Mordecai would be getting into it, Serafine would prod him in the shoulder. “You like watching him, ya?”

“Must you ask every time he boxes?” Mordecai asked. “The answer is yes. Please don’t touch me,”

Mordecai could hear Nico’s heavy steps and smell the smoke from a block away, in a clean environment. But in the Maribel, it was difficult. He never shuffled his feet, so the sound of leather leaving the carpet was muffled, and Nico loved to sneak up on Mordecai- perhaps simply because he couldn’t do it often.

“You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you,” Mordecai said the first time Nico surprised him.

“You would be sorry to shoot me, no?” Nico asked, leaning into Mordecai’s personal space. He felt his skin crawl.

“No. I wouldn’t,” Mordecai responded, then scurried away.


It was the sixth time that Nico finally caught Mordecai, when Asa had dismissed him from bodyguard duties for being ‘too sour’.

“How’s a man supposed to enjoy a gin and some cards with a mug like that hovering over his shoulder?” He wanted to know. “Take a hike, kid. Go relax on some nice stalactites, or wherever it is you sleep,”

And just as Mrodecai was rounding a corner, the heavy flat of Nico’s palm landed on the wall near his nose.

Mordecai glanced up to gauge Nico’s expression. It didn’t tell him much. He turned to leave, and Nico’s other arm landed next to him.

“Relax right here, cher,” Nico suggested, briefly removing the cigarette from his mouth. Mordecai found himself awash in smoke. “I been meaning to have a talk with you,”

“What is it you could possible wish to speak to me about?” Mordecai asked. “Are you unhappy with the way I perform my duties?”

“It’s not so much about the duties,” Nico said. “Just a little something that’s been on me and Sera’s mind,”

No.38702
>>38701

“Sera and I,” Mordecai corrected. Nico ducked his head to chuckle and Mordecai refused to allow himself a deep inhale, to smell the soap and sweat an inch from his nose. Nico relaxed his stance, fitting himself close to Mordecai on one tight bicep. He took another pull of his cigarette.

“You too uptight,” Nico explained. “You need to relax. Sera think you need a little lovin’ in your life. Some stress relief, you hear what I’m saying?”

“I hear you being far too interested in my personal life,” Mordecai responded. “Unless the quality of my work begins to falter, neither you nor your sister should feel concerned,”

“Well, you know Sera,” Nico said. He took the cigarette out of his mouth again, glanced down the hallway, then rolled over Mordecai, pinning him to the wall without touching him. He leaned down until his lips were level with Mordecai’s ear, and he could feel every breath dampening his collar. “She say you might enjoy work too much unless you lose some tension,”

Mordecai wanted to shove him, but his hands stayed locked in fists at his sides. He stared at the wall over Nico’s shoulder and willed himself not to feel the heat radiating from Nico’s broad chest. Nico pulled back a little and set his cigarette back between his lips. Mordecai watched the cherry ignite as he inhaled, but not the blonde stubble on the chin underneath it. He ignored the fine hairs over the upper lip, and the smell of smoke seeping into his clothes.

“Sera says you don’t like being touched,” Nico said. He pointed at Mordecai. “Mind if I lean on this shoulder here?”

“Yes,” Mordecai responded. Nico pouted, but Mordecai wasn’t looking at him. He was looking at the wall.

“How come?’ Nico asked. “Why you hate bein’ touched so much?”

“I’m very particular about my personal space,” Mordecai said, and ignored it when Nico shifted his weight until his hips were pushing against the fabric of his trousers.

Nico hummed his disapproval and Mordecai could feel it in his diaphragm, right against his arm. “That’s no good excuse. I known men whos personal space I don’t want to get in. You I don’t feel that way about,”

Mordecai ignored the staccato beating inside his chest. “Perhaps instead of obeying every slightest impulse which grabs you, you might consider my feelings,”

“I am considering your feelings, cher,” Nico said. Mordecai gave up on ignoring him and turned to Nico. Nico took the cigarette out of his mouth, and Mordecai’s eyes involuntarily traveled downward. Nico’s legs re-crossed, and Mordecai’s eyes snapped back up.

“What,” Mordecai said slowly. “Does that mean?”

“You know what it means,” Nico said, hot in Mordecai’s ear. Mordecai felt a shiver all the way down his spine, settling deep in his belly to burn against the front of his pants. He hadn’t been this hard since he was a teenager.

He had a fist in Nico’s gut before he knew what he was doing. Between the force of the blow and Nico’s stomach, his wrist gave, sending pain shooting up his arm. He focused on the hurt rather than the heat, and his mind cleared.

The look on Nico’s face was one he’d been expecting- surprise, but when he met Mordecai’s eyes, the same shit-eating, I’ve-got-you-now grin Mordecai had grown up seeing spread across Nico’s face.

Mordecai couldn’t tell what was worse- the mortification he felt, or the erection still straining against his zipper.

No.38703
>>38702
Yeah, just ignore my madd numbering skillz

--

Mordecai adjusted his vest and traveled up to the sixth floor employee bathroom. There was nothing of interest on the sixth floor, so there was rarely anyone else there. When Asa dismissed him, he would sit there with a book for forty-five minutes. If Asa still wasn’t done with his cards by then, he would return again after thirty minutes.

As he’d expected, there was no one in the bathroom. He locked the door anyway, then washed his hands twice. He re-settled his pince-nez, then examined his expression in the mirror. He was still badly flushed, and now his hair was set out of place. He took a small container of pomade out of his pocket and fixed his hair, then rinsed the pomade off his hands.

He could still smell Nico on his vest. When he closed his eyes, he could feel his chest on his shoulder.

He double-checked the lock. Then, hands shaking, he lowered his pants. His wilting erection twitched when a knuckle brushed against it. There was no denying it now- he needed to get rid of it.

He tried, at first, to imagine women. Faceless ones from magazines, Serafine, and even Miss May- not that he’d expected to feel anything for the woman who had dragged him into the woman’s lavatory just to hold her purse for her while she used the toilet. He wasn’t surprised by the boredom he felt, but he was a bit disappointed.

Now he imagined faceless men. He imagined them big, heavy, and warm, and his dick hardened in his palm. He imagined the strong cords in their neck, the dip in their spine where the ass lifted up, and the smell of Nico on his vest sent the blood in his brain coursing south.

He leaned against the sink, too busy stifling grunts to keep the images flashing by in check.

He was downstairs again, his wrist smarting after the punch he’d landed in Nico’s stomach. Nico was smiling.

He punched Nico again. He saw the shock on his face, the confusion.

He imagined taking a chair to Nico’s smug face, battering his strong sides until he curled away from Mordecai. He imagined how Nico would feel, shuddering between his knees as he landed blow after blow high in his chest, low in the stomach, the frightened expression going blanker and blanker as he dropped into shock.

He didn’t want him unconscious. He barely wanted him concussed. He wanted Nico scared, gasping wet and choked sobs into the carpet as Mordecai held his bleeding teeth into the carpet, peeling the tight pants away from his legs and pushing deep, deep inside of him.

Mordecai’s vision went white as he came.

He rinsed his hands, re-set his clothing, then stood swaying in the bathroom, enjoying the afterglow.

The afterglow sunk into guilt.

Mordecai waited in the bathroom for thirty minutes, then when downstairs to collect Mr. Sweet.

No.38714
>>38703

I. What. Did not know that I wanted this until this happened and Jesus never stop writing this it's so awesomely messed up.

No.38715
>>38703
HOT
so fucked up
BUT SO HOT

i love how it seems like everyone was secretly waiting for this fandom to happen. thank you, whoever had the balls to ask for it first.

No.38717
>>38703
I-I just I don't even this is so fucked up and wrong and catdick and fapfapfapfapfap.
Seriously I shouldnotwant but since it doesn't really interfere with my OTP at all and also jfc I am a sick fuck fapfapfapfapfap

No.38718
>>38701
I'm slightly disappointed that Nico/Mordecai pornfic came before Viktor/Mordecai, but it was amazingly awesome and totally not what I was expecting. A++ writing, and I hope you make more.

No.38775
MOAR CAT DICKS.
This time with Viktor/Mordecai. Dedicated to the muscle kink prompter.

--
Viktor has him crushed against the wall of the boneyard, huge fingers kneading into his hips. Mordecai scrambles to stay on his feet and not slide down, onto the crushed skulls and snapped femurs littering the floor. He can feel the knots of someone’s spine slipping under his loafers as Victor tucks his huge thumbs under his belt.

Mordecai is panting so hard, small little gasps come with every breath. He’s shuddering and pressing against the warm, strong plane of Viktor’s belly as his shirt slides up, the vest opens and Viktor leans tongue-first to taste Mordecai’s clavicle. It’s a hot, maddening sensation, something just short of irritating, and Mordecai doesn’t know if he wants to pull away or press against Viktor and rut until he’s relieved.

The tongue travels up his neck, and that feeling that isn’t quite a tickle shorts out Mordecai’s nerves, makes him shake uncontrollably between the wall and Viktor. The tongue works into his ear, and finally his nerves figure out what they want to do and shoot straight into his groin, pumping blood into the head of his penis. Mordecai grunts and latches onto Viktor’s sides, his hips stuttering against the thigh planted between his legs.

He feels pinned but, strangely enough, not helpless. Protected, maybe. Snuggled safely between cold rock and hot, heavy Viktor, who whispers something warm and deep against his throat.

Mordecai’s hands scrabble against the plane of Viktor’s back, stretching the cotton of his shirt. His hands dive down, untuck the shirt from his pants, then travel back up. He feels the solid, doughy skin under his fingers and whimpers in satisfaction, fingers running along his flanks and over his spine.

While Viktor bends down to tongue a nipple (sending waves of shock and arousal coursing down Mordecai’s spine), he traces the spine up to the fine, sweaty hairs at the base of Viktor’s neck. He clings to the wet spikes on Viktor’s head, traces the band of his eyepatch, then moves to his shoulders.

Mordecai pushes Viktor back, snaps the suspenders off his shoulders and tugs the shirt off his head. Viktor seems mildly amused as Mordecai follows the veins and lines of his arms, first with his hands, then with his tongue. The tips of his fingers travel down the definition of each ab, then up into the tubes in his neck, pulsing with the rush of blood and salty with sweat.

Now it’s Viktor against the wall, helping to keep Mordecai aloft as he strains on his toes to nip at the muscle on his shoulder. His hand smooths against Mordecai’s back. He bends down, and Mordecai’s arms go around his back, raking his hair and pressing again on the warm, solid thigh pressed between his legs.

He feels against his stomach a column of heat and tension. His fingers dive inside Viktor’s trousers and wrap around his erection. Viktor grunts in surprise as Mordecai’s fingers slide around his tight balls, and up the shaft. They linger with interest on the unfamiliar foreskin, then around the head, gather a bead of pre-come leaking out.

Mordecai’s hand pulls out of his pants. In the gloom, Viktor watches him with one sharp, blue eye, while Mordecai regards the jism on his hand. He places it on his tongue. He swallows.

No.38776
>>38775
Viktor stares, but Mordecai is too busy pulling Viktor’s pants off to notice. His palm runs against Viktor’s cock, nails rimming the skin around the head.

Viktor makes a small, whining noise. “You pull back,”

“What?” Mordecai says, jerking back to reality.

“Pull skin-” Viktor says, and Mordecai obeys, sliding the foreskin away from his dripping red head. Viktor temporarily forgets the rest of what he was saying. “-down,”

Mordecai is on his knees, brushing bones out of the way to find the floor. The head is hot against his tongue, the smell musky.

“I’ve never done this before,” He warns Viktor.

“Just no teeth,” Viktor squeaks. “You do fine,”

Mordecai considers saying something smart about the teeth comment, but instead, runs his tongue along the bottom of his cock. Viktor exhales through his teeth. Mordecai likes that.

He sucks Viktor down, appreciating the feel of the cock on his tongue. The smell and repetitive movement makes him dizzy. One hand covers the base of Viktor’s cock, the other dives into his own pants.

He’s leaking inside his trousers. Disgusting. His pushes his pants down and fists around his hard cock while Viktor makes shallow thrusts into his mouth. He can taste the salt of Viktor’s jism on the back of his tongue. Saliva drips onto his fist as Viktor pushes deeper into his mouth. His eyes are watering at the cock pushing his gag reflex, throat contracting around the intrusion. His instincts tell him he is choking. He thrusts into his fist, dick spitting pre-come.

“Ja hod-“ Viktor moans. “I am-“

He’s coming, Mordecai’s brain supplies. He’s going to come. In your mouth. Mordecai pushes his throat down and fists his dick hard. Viktor’s hand clamps onto the back on his head, keeping him down as he comes, pulse after pulse down Mordecai’s throat. His eyes water, and he’s coming, oh god, he can’t stop the shudder or the moan even as it hurts to breathe.

When he comes back to himself, he finds that Viktor is propping him up with a hand on his shoulder. One hand is offering him a handkerchief.

“You have made mess,” Viktor tells him. Temporary panic sets in when he remembers how difficult it is to get that particular stain out of high-thread cotton. He snatches Viktor’s handkerchief and begins to compile a list of damage.

He is immediately relieved. There’s a sticky line of come from stomach to jaw, but apart from a small spatter inside the hem of his shirt, he’ll be perfectly presentable when they return to the group. He cleans himself, then realizes what he’s done.

“Viktor,” He says. “Have I just destroyed your handkerchief,”

“Eh. You need it,” Viktor replies. He grabs Mordecai’s jaw and drags him forward into a kiss, tongue probing the cavern of his cheeks.

Mordecai wonders what he’s doing. He jolts when he realizes he is tasting himself along Mordecai’s tongue.

Viktor pushes back a little too hard and Mordecai lands on a particularly old skull, shattering it into the dust.

“Not bad for first time,” Viktor says. “You learn better, soon,”

No.38781
>>38775
>>38776

I have to say I did lulz a bit at uncircumcised novelty. Nice one, anon!

No.38789
>>38776
jesus fuck yes yes YES. thank you anon, holy shit, that was hot.

No.38801
>>38776
Hnnnnggggggggggg!

No.38802
>>38776
harblfdjhfjdhffdk yesssss
anon you are a treasure

No.38821
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38821
>>38775
>>38776
YES fap fap fap fap THANK YOU thank you, ffffuuuuck I hope you do mooooorrrre

hey thread, I fucking love the Lackadaisy (a lot) but let's see if we can get some String Theory, TJ & Amal, and Goodbye Chains up in this place too!

No.38822
>>38821
NOW I'M SAD.

No.38823
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38823
>>38822
I'M SORRY I AM TOO :( someone fix it quick!

No.38875
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38875
>>38776
YESSSSS

I love you so much for writing this. Have this fanart I found in return for your wonderful services.

No.38988
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38988
WRITEFAG IS TAKING REQUESTS.

Also keeping thread alive.

No.39013
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39013
>>38988
O RLY
prompt: Viktor/Mordecai; Viktor seems like he'd be pretty considerate in bed. Mordecai seems like he'd be fucked up in kinky ways. how about some smut with Viktor indulging Mordecai's kinks (I'm thinking maybe breathplay) but in a sort of loving way?

or just some fucked up Viktor/Mordecai breathplay (or kink of your choice) without the fluff, that would be hot too.

No.39258
>>38988
Oh my, yes.
Victor/Mordecai. When Mordecai hears from Mitzi that Victor is hurt and laid up in bed, he decides to go visit his old partner a few nights later to see how bad the damage is himself. Kind of sex is up to the writefag.

No.39264
>>39258
i was thinking that too. it's especially convenient cuz Victor can't really move from that chair and Mordecai can do what he wants 8D

No.39379
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39379
This doesn't exactly fill any of those earlier ST prompts but I guess it could be considered as aftermath? <:I new drawfag is new to ST, so please be gentle haha <3

No.39380
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39380
also, have some fluff (or as close to fluff as Schtein can get, I guess haha)

No.39400
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39400
>>39380
That's really adorable.

No.39408
>>39379
Please don't stop.

No.39946
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39946
anything about Rob and Elliot?

No.40303
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40303
Goddommot, someone tell me there's more than two non-worksafe images of Homestuck on the entire friggin internet. I swear to god there's only two images.

No.40412
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40412
Having just read the whole of the current comic in one sitting, I can't help but find myself wanting more Lackadaisy stuff. Unf.

No.40452
Question: Does the Lackadaisy stuff have to be human exclusively or can the cats come out to play too?

No.40456
>>40452
I can't bring myself to draw them as cats because it seems like a threshold that, once crossed cannot be un-crossed. But I would say any content would be accepted? I mean, there is that TMNT thread.

No.40458
>>40456
Mmkay, just curious, since I wasn't too sure if this thread would be okay with the Lackadaisy men as their original catty selves.

The art here just makes me wanna contribute...*_*

No.40466
>>40452
In accordance to the rules, it should be fine if you spoiler it.

No.40840
What happened to writefag?

Also, bump.

No.40905
>>40840
FFFFUUUUUU I'M TRYING, MAN. I keep re-writing the breathplay one... FUCK IT, TAKE THE OPENING.

HAHAHA NOW I CAN'T RE-WRITE IT NOW. I HAVE TO PLOW FOWARD. I AM SO SMART.

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Viktor should have known better than to be surprised by Mordecai. He’d proved to surprise him throughout their partnership, and creating a pre-concieved notion about how he’d act in bed proved to be a disappointment.

He could easily picture it, anyway.

To Mordecai’s credit, the first time had been pretty hot. A little sudden and very confusing, yes, but it was hard to disagree with someone who sucked like a sexually repressed hoover.

It was great when it became obvious that Mordecai was happy to repeat his performance, even better when Viktor found out that Mordecai wasn’t the type to pretend it never happened, or that they were ‘just drunk’. And it was pretty much perfect when, after the sort of fire fight that left them buzzing with giddy adrenaline, Mordecai clambered down onto the floor of the cab and blew Viktor so hard the car nearly crashed.

But the novelty was beginning to wear off. Instant gratification was nice, but that was what he had his hand for. With a partner, man or woman, he’d always enjoyed the slow process of making them shiver and overheat in his arms until they melted for him. He was good at it- and he was proud of being good at it.

He was surprised when he discovered that Mordecai was completely unfamiliar with the idea of mutual gratification. When Viktor suggested sex- not a hand-job stuffed in an empty bathroom, but a few hours somewhere comfortable where Viktor could give Mordecai singing lessons- he gave Viktor a blank expression and asked why.

Trying to explain that he just liked sex had been impossible. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the language barrier, or because Mordecai really couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea, but even after Mordecai agreed to give Viktor’s idea a shot, the first try was a disaster.

Mordecai was tense- responsive to every touch Viktor gave him, panting and gasping as Viktor’s hand moved, but tight as a wire. Finally, something- Viktor wasn’t sure what, exactly, and Mordecai couldn’t explain- made him snap. He fought Viktor off, then sat on the edge of the bed. Mordecai sunk into one of his confused panic attacks where he repeated the same stiff, jolted movements like a wind-up doll designed to clean his glasses over and over. When Viktor tried to touch him, he jolted away. Finally, Viktor sat back on the bed and waited for Mordecai to get over his funk. He didn’t have to wait very long.

“I’m sorry,” Mordecai said finally. “Should I leave?”

“I don’t want you to,” Viktor said. He tried to kiss him, but Mordecai pushed him away.

“Viktor,” He says. He pauses. Viktor gives him time, waiting out whatever Mordecai is beating himself for.

Finally, Mordecai continues. “How determined are you to follow through with your proposal for mutual gratification?”

Mordecai is always hard to understand, but Viktor learned years ago how to decipher meaning from the garbled mouthful of syllables he hears. He knows enough to feel anxious and answer exactly the opposite of how he feels.

“Very much,” He said. Mordecai turned to Viktor with the sort of glint in his eye he normally gave toolboxes and stubborn informants.

“Can I hold you to that?” He asked. Viktor tensed, and Mordecai followed up with a suspiciously vague assurance. “It won’t hurt,”

No.40907
>>40905
YOU, I LIKE.
I LIKE YOU AND I LIKE THIS.



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