Anyone have a good Sick!Fic?

>>45918
Sick like "cough, cough" or sick like "oh god what have you done"? If you're looking for the former, our darling Spook wrote a cute one that's over on y!G here: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/653880/

P.S. #33? Are you fucking kidding me? Now I really am an oldfag.

I'm still upset over our pchat being invaded. Do you think we could find another private room?

>>45925
<3 Brilliant. Thanks, Magpie!

Oh man. #33

it brings a tear to my eye

Oh, I remember the days of single figure thread numbers... This thing really has some kind of terrifying momentum. Even if you somehow took all of us away from our computers it would find some way to keep going by itself, like some freakish possessed thing.

>>45948
Hanna is the baobab of /coq/ threads.

Please excuse me. idek my feeble attempt at being a writefag.

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"Oh man- you have a shag carpet!" The hyper little man gleefully remarked.

"Yeah, and you would've noticed it before if you had taken YOUR SHOES OFF," snarled the distraught vampire.

The group of misfits had been baited by Hanna into going over to Conrad's place for "Movie Night". None of them could refuse, as usual. Conrad, reluctant, and becoming increasingly more worried about the well-being of his furniture and carpet, couldn't help but fret that evening. The most he could get from the crew was the removal of their shoes.

Veser was the first to point out Conrad's overwhelming lack of food. Of course it would be Veser, Conrad thought to himself. He's the only one in the group save Worth, who hadn't been invited (for Conrad's sake), who would boldly divulge the contents- or lack thereof- of Conrad's refrigerator.

It was then that Hanna eagerly suggested, "We could all walk down to the grocery store down the block, you know."

Toni, Veser, and even Hanna's deceased partner agreed with the notion. Each of them began to suggest foods that they could pick up. "We could get sandwich bread. And stuff like that," Toni suggested.

"TACOS!" the selkie shouted, startling the older man standing next to him.

"Is it possible to get some things to make mixed drinks with? Pina Colada, perhaps?" Ples shyly questioned.

Hanna laughed, "PINA COLADAS. THAT'S AWESOME. And yeah, tacos sound like good idea. We can get hard shells AND tortillas."

"Wait," Conrad held his hand up as if to stop them, "Did you even bring any movies?"

"Uhh...By movies do you mean like- DVD's? Because I've got a flash drive," the small redhead replied with a shrug.

"That's not gonna work," Conrad dismissed.

"Well we could all stop by the movie place on the way back from the grocery store."

"Hanna, do we have the money for all of this?" asked Hanna's zombie friend.

"Sure we do! I think."

"You think?"

Toni had step forward a bit, "I'm sure we could all pitch in together for all of this. You guys don't have to pay for everything."

"I got five dollas," Veser blatantly stated as he dug his hand into his back pocket. Ples handed the zombie a crisp, barely folded twenty dollar bill to which his only response was a nod and an ever-so-slight smirk.

"We can figure all of this out on the way there. We should probably go before the video store closes."

Ples leaned against the counter of the open kitchen, with his hands resting on the edge. He glanced at the door, and then towards the couch. "If you don't mind, Conrad, I'd like to stay here. I'm sure you lot can fend for yourselves."

"Sure, I don't mind. I trust you. Unlike OTHERS," the vampire scornfully remarked as he cast a squinty glare at the hyperactive ginger standing in the middle of his living room. He quietly stepped away into a hallway that contained a few doors, one of which leading to his bedroom.

"I GOTTA PEE." Veser proudly announced to everyone within hearing distance before running off into another short hallway which lead only to a bathroom and a closet. He opened the door of the latter, slammed it shut, and proceeded to enter the correct doorway.

"What time is it?" Hanna questioned.

Had Veser not been preoccupied inside of the restroom, he would have cheerfully replied, "ADVENTURE TIME." But because he was, the quickest reply came from Ples. "Quarter 'til ten," the gentleman stated before returning his shiny silver pocket watch back into his vest pocket.

"Oh jeez, the video store closes at ten!" The small troubled redhead loudly commented. "We should go!"

Toni and the zombie could barely constrain Hanna after he had come to that particular realization, and he bolted towards the door and had already begun to unlock it.

"Aren't we gonna wait for Veser?" the dark-skinned girl questioned as she held firmly onto the loose sleeve of Hanna's sweater.

Hanna shot a look towards his undead partner, then back towards Toni, then at the hallway on the far side of the living room, then at Ples who was still leaning against the marble kitchen counter, then back at the zombie, until finally firmly stating, "He's taking too long on the toilet. We gotta ditch him."

Hanna's seriousness about the issue made Toni laugh loudly, and she ran her fingers through her bangs as if to slick them back.

"The movie store is going to close, and we won't have any movies to watch if we don't make it."

Hanna's stern expression as he gripped the doorway and glanced at his peers was enough to convince the other two of his determination. Reluctantly, the zombie next to him nodded, and Toni's only reply was a tilt of her head and a heavy sigh. The three of them headed out of the door, nearly slamming it behind them.

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I forgot to mention that this is Veser/Ples. With a bit of Conrad.

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There was a long silence in the apartment, only to be broken by the sound of Ples' chuckle followed by a deep sigh. He calmly reached for his watch, checked the time, and chuckled again as he stood up and returned the watch into his pocket. He turned and grabbed a glass from the counter and smoothly slid it towards himself. The quiet gentleman looked over Conrad's alcohol collection that was lined against the wall on the marble. Ples wondered to himself why Conrad would keep alcohol in his home if he could not drink it, but he did not think long before choosing a bottle and examining it's label.

There was a loud slamming noise followed by the heavy steps of a teenager.

"Hey. Where did everybody go?"

Ples calmly explained, "They went ahead to the grocer's."

"You mean they DITCHED ME?" Veser shouted in disbelief. "Man, that's so lame. How can you ditch the Ves?!" He said as he fumbled around with his belt buckle, attempting to close it. The selkie glanced upwards towards Ples while doing so. "HEY. ARE YOU DRINKING CONRAD'S BOOZE?"

"P-Please don't yell, Veser. There are people living in this complex."

"Does he know?" he asked as an eyebrow rose.

"I'm sure he won't mind. I do not believe he has much use for it any more," the older man remarked.

Veser stepped towards the counter, eyeing over Ples' shoulder. Ples glanced sideways at Veser, then stepped in front of him blocking his view. "H-Hey man, lemme see!" the curious teenager stepped to the other side of Ples, and again the older man stepped to block his view. Veser, becoming impatient with a growing curiosity, tugged on Ples' sleeve and stood on the tips of his toes to try and peer around and over the tall gentleman. He caught a glimpse of Ples' smile while he was once again blocked.

"Ples! Don't hold out on me, man. I wanna see! Give me some!" Veser laughed as he caught onto Ples' game. He leaned against the older man's side, trying to shove him aside, but Ples anchored himself into the floor despite the softness of his socks being slippery on the wooden floor. The teen poked and prodded at Ples' side in attempt to distract him, and began to laugh even more once he realized the pokes would elicit giggles and wiggling from the taller man.

"H-Hey now! S-Stop!" Ples managed to say in between giggles.

Veser forcibly managed to turn Ples around through tickle torture, and once facing each other, Veser pressed himself against the gentleman while simultaneously snatching the glass from his hand. A short slight moan came from Ples as he could feel Veser's hip bones pressing against his thighs.

Giving up after being highly unsuccessful in finding his wallet in his room, Conrad stepped out into his un-illuminated hallway. He glanced over the room one last time as if the wallet would have made it's way into plain sight despite having been missing the entire length of Conrad's search. He released a heavy unneeded sigh before turning toward the opening of the hallway. He could hear faint speech, much too low for Hanna to still be inside. 'Did they leave?' Conrad thought to himself. 'Are they outside waiting?' He walked to the doorway and jerked back as he caught a glimpse of Veser leaning against the tall closed-eyed Ples.

"You know what I just realized?" Veser asked, his eyelids lowering. "We are all alone in here."

"Hnnnn," Ples mumbled. "Veser, that's not really-" He was cut off by another rub from Veser's pelvis.

Conrad, having realized he was completely forgotten, stood at the edge of the hallway's opening while periodically peeking over the edge. 'Ples?' The vampire thought silently. 'And Veser? Does Veser hit on ANYTHING?' As he tried to grasp the concept of Veser doing anything homosexual, he could pick up their entire conversation. He attributed that ability to being a vampire. There's no way he'd be able to hear Veser's mumbles from all the way across the apartment.

"Veser, don't do that. You know we can't," remarked Ples.

"What? Why not?" He inquired while sneaking his hands down Ples' sides until they rested at his hips.

"This is Conrad's home. How could you even think doing such a thing here would be acceptable?" Ples' face slowly turned into a scowl.

"Doing /what/ exactly?" The selkie's eyebrow raised, aiding his growing devious expression. His sharp teeth slowly being exposed.

Ples' face turned a bright red, and he quickly turned his face away from Veser, and to the side.

"Hey, you don't have to be shy. It's not like we haven't done this before," the silver-haired teen cooed while leaning in near the other's neck.

Confusion was one of many emotions Conrad was feeling. Confusion, concern, surprise, curiousity. Mostly surprise. Veser had alway seemed to swing both ways, but he was also into older men? Men almost twice his age? Not that Ples looked bad, because it was quite the opposite. Conrad thought Ples extremely good for almost forty. Was Veser just taking advantage of Ples' interest in men? Does Veser hit on /everything/? 'Wait.' Conrad thought, 'Come to think of it, Veser stopped hitting on people since Ples showed up. Even Toni.' He glanced over the edge again, and decided it'd be better on his feet if he just sat down.

Veser grinned and slid one of his hands off of Ples' hip and swiftly and firmly grabbed hold of Ples' crotch.

"Ah!" Ples gasped, turning back to look Veser in his devilish eyes. "Veser, stop. It isn't right."

"And it's right to steal from Conrad's liquor supply? It's probably not even his!" Veser sneaked his other hand to Ples' backside, and gave a strong squeeze while with his other hand rubbing the front.

"E-Even if I did allow this, we still don't have enough time."

"You're always worried about the goddamn time."

"Ves," the older man placed his hands on the younger's shoulders. "The others will be back soon."

"Have you even seen where the grocery store is? It's like ten blocks away. It'll take them at /least/ thirty minutes to get from here to there, pick out groceries, and come back. Prolly even longer. It's totally fine, man," Veser reassured while attempting to unbutton Ples' pants.

The hidden vampire was becoming more and more concerned with his own actions. It's his apartment, it would be completely reasonable for Conrad to walk out and interrupt. Ples is a well-mannered man, he couldn't be persuaded to do things in such a public place. 'I should just wait,' Conrad thought to himself. He then considered Ples' will, and thought about the fact that he's been with a man half his age. He can't be /that/ straight-laced. And the place isn't /that/ public. Conrad placed a frustrated hand over his face and went again to his conflicted thoughts.

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Veser successfully made his way into the front of Ples' pants. His warm hand slid down slowly this time, making it's way lower. He ran his fingers over the hairs that grew there, and eventually to Ples' already partially erect member.

Ples whimpered lightly, and raised his hand to snake through Veser's hair.

The selkie glanced upward into Ples' eyes, smirking. "I knew you'd come around."

Ples' face was flushed once again. "If we do this, we have to do it in haste."

"Baby, I can make it as quick and dirty as you want," the arrogant teen purred as he slid down onto his knees, while still looking up at the other.

The vampire felt his face flush as he listened to the other's foreplay. His disappointment in Ples was quickly washed away by the same sort of fascination one gets from watching a porno. Except these were people he /knew/. It was too weird for Conrad, he tried to cover his ears. It failed however- due to his curiousity outweighing his shame.

With his Ples' arousal growing, Veser took firm hold over it, and held it in place where he wanted it. He licked over the head, and underneath it, letting the saliva in his mouth build up and then moving his hand so he could lick from the base of Ples to the head. He pressed his lips against Ples, and slid along the length of him, letting his lips drag around his tongue.

"Ahh...Ves! So good... Nnngh-" the older man moaned through gritted teeth at the ceiling.

The way Ples bucked toward Veser's face made the younger man's pants seem so much tighter between his legs. He pulled Ples' pants to the floor, exposing his knee-high black cotton socks, then moved his had to his own uncomfortable pants. He struggle for a short while with the buckle, while trying to keep the majority of his attention on Ples and trying to keep any part of Ples from getting in between his teeth.

Ples' knuckles whitened as his grip on the marble counter grew stronger. His head lowered to look at the boy on his knees, his hair falling out of place, and blocking one of his eyes. The sight of Veser with a flushed lustrous face, tongue in between those teeth, licking Ples while touching himself made Ples' erection twitch in Veser's hand.

Veser felt this, and looked directly up at Ples. Seeing the gentleman's expression of adulturous desire, Veser stood and relieved himself of his jeans.

Leaning in towards the older man, Veser pressed his own throbbing erection against Ples'. He made small thrusts, and let them slide against each other while finding Ples' hands with his own and locking their fingers together.

Conrad, sitting on the floor of his own hallway in the dark, could not deny his own growing erection. He pondered Veser's teeth, and what kind of damage they could do. The image of blood flowing snuck it's way into Conrad's mind, making him shudder in disgust, and again in pleasure. It has gotten too bad for Conrad to stop this now. What would he do? Hop out with a hard-on and wave his finger at the two half-naked men in his kitchen? He figured the least he could do was make /one/ uncomfort go away.

The eager teen stood on his tiptoes and planted a passionate and slightly salty kiss on Ples, who let his tongue snake over the ridges of Veser's teeth. Soon Veser's feet began to ache, and he let the kiss break. "C'mon. Let's go over there," the young man gestured toward the high quality couch.

"Mmm, no. Not there. Not on his furniture," Ples warned.

"...How's the floor then? There's a soft carpet over here," he turned and began to walk, leading the taller man by the hand.

"The floor is acceptable. Do you have any-" he paused, blushing a bit deeper.

"Any...? OH! Kinda," Veser let go of Ples' hands and trotted back to the kitchen where both of their pants were lying. He reached down and grabbed them both, bringing them over to the middle of the living room and digging in the pocket of his jeans.

"I have this," Veser beamed, holding up a packaged condom. "It's lubricated."

Ples glanced down at it, running his hand through his hair, and unbuttoning the bottom of his shirt and vest slowly. "Only one?"

"For you," Veser grinned while placing it in Ples' hand and throwing the pairs of pants to the floor. "Now lay down."

Conrad had half taken off his pants, one leg exposed, and the other clothed in the bunched up designer pants. He would have removed them entirely had he not been so paranoid. He had already gone to work pumping his own erection, letting his fingers roll around the head as they made their way to the top. Slicked with pre-cum and his own saliva, he could feel the blood (If you want to call it that) rushing through his erection. He leaned heavily against the wall with his knees bent and his hand swiftly working on himself. The sounds made him a little more paranoid, a little more on edge, but he knew they wouldn't notice over their own noises. He bit down on the collar of his shirt, pulling it upwards to muffle out any sound that may come out. Conrad fueled his shame by letting his perversion get the better of him. He shouldn't even be there, he thought. This is an invasion of privacy.

"Ahhhhhn!" Veser moaned as he pressed the tip of Ples' condom-covered cock into himself. His own erection twitched at it, and Veser very slowly pushed himself downward. Ples was lying on the floor, his upper half propped up on his forearms.

"Don't hurt yourself. We still have time," Ples commented as he watch Veser's body react.

"I-It's okay. I got this," Veser managed to whisper. He pressed himself down further, nearly taking the entirety of Ples, with one hand on the ticking gentleman's shoulder and the other at the base of his cock.

Ples leaned forward and kissed Veser, kissed his loudly moaning mouth. He could feel Veser's insides jerk and tighten, and he couldn't help but let out soft, low grunts.Veser pressed the last of Ples inside of him, letting his own erection press against Ples' stomach. His straddling position was a bold move, and would require more of his own efforts to finish what he had started. Veser wishes they had more time, so that this could have more care- ast longer- feel better. He had thought a quickie would be adventurous.

"Ves, are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, man. Don't worry! Just let me adjust a little..."

"A-Are you sur-nnnngh!" His voice was transformed into a deep growl as Veser began to move, slow and shallow.

"Gah, fuck," Veser gasped as he lifted his hips, and pushed them back down.

His pace began to pick up, his eyes narrowed into slits, his expression grew needy, pre-cum dripped from his cock, and onto Ples' torso.

Ples let out a moan, and tossed his head back as Veser's pace became erratic and quick, he could feel Veser tighten around him as the teen lustily moaned. Veser had a knack for being quite loud in bed- and Ples loved it.

"Ahh, aahhh, nnnngh, so good...Pl-Ples! Fuck- ahhn," he panted.

Veser pressed one hand against Ples' chest and pushed him back into the round plush shag carpet. His nails dug into the fibers, his fingers slithering their way into it as if it was someone's hair. He tugged at it as he thrust himself on Ples, using it an his anchor. He could feel his erection becoming harder- closer.

The unfamiliar sounds of Veser while being fucked were becoming melded into Conrad's mind. He would never be able to think of Ples nor Veser without remembering that instant- remembering what he was hearing and seeing right then. The erotic moans of the two men made the vampire's face hot. His forehead was sweaty already, and his second hand has joined the other in his masturbation. He made quiet, muffled gasps into his shirt. His eyes closed, and he no longer peeked around the corner at the other two. All he could think about was the deed- the lust, desire, warmth. He thought of a man that he couldn't bring himself to say that he missed- one wished was there. He also listened- listened to the moaning of ecstacy coming from the two men in his living room. Conrad gripped tighter and pumped faster, feeling the pressure rise. His glasses slid down his nose, his eyes shut tight, his mouth fell open silently, and finally he came. The vampire felt some get on his face, and he sort of giggled, but his mind came back down to reality, and he shuffled around to get his pants back onto his legs.


"Oh god... Ples. It feels so fucking good. Mmmmnn," His head dropped, and he could feel sweat drip down his back underneath his shirt. It was so hot, so much heat in all the right places. The loving burn that Ples gave him, the good kind of pain that made him scream. Veser felt himself tighten, he bit his lip and slowed his pace, but fucked deeper and harder, riding Ples as he came. The warm sticky substance landing itself on Ples' chest. The clenching of Veser's muscles around him soon drove Ples over the edge as well. Panting and gasping, Veser lifted himself up and immediately fell onto Ples.

The two laid there for a short while, before the overwhelming sexual high had worn off. Once they sobered however, the both of them re-clothed themselves and took turns cleaning up in the bathroom.

They could hear the chatter of their friends in front of the door before the door had been beaten. Veser let them in, and the two helped them with their bags. After waiting a good while, Conrad slinked out from the hallway unnoticed. Or, he had hoped he had gone unnoticed until Hanna gave him an expectant smile.

"So Conrad, did you miss us?"

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Please don't bite me.

Hard.

>>45956>>45959>>45967
Ffffffff- I came

This is one of my favourite HINABN pictures. I love the way Hanna is drawn.

everything old is new again

I writed a thing. It has Ples spoilers.


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It started as a trickle, a slow dripdrip of distractions. His eye snagged on nothing, an inscrutable blank stare flickering for a few moments before he found himself once again freed. It was innocuous enough. Exhaustion, maybe. He had been under unusual strain of late. A stricken stare, a moment of hesitation where before there had only been bluster and bravado, these were all he showed of the aching abyssal longing that screamed through his veins.

I didn't notice it then. It took me a much longer time than it took him. So subtle were these changes that it was nearly a full three months before I registered them as anything more than a momentary failing,  diagnosed them as something more chronic. By that point the trickle had become a flood and Veser was drowning in his own thoughts.

It began to spread insidiously, his attention splintered. My concerned probing was met with only scoffs and rebuffs. He was fine. I was imagining things, I was being paranoid. I was thoroughly ousted from his inner mind after seeing it so carefully open to me over the months we were together. The easy comfort we had meticulously cultivated evaporated until it was as if it had never been there. In my darkest moments, I would wonder if  he had ever been mine, whether it all been some sickening delusion on my part, desperately trying to find some solace in my loveless love affair.

Then his temperament itself changed and I realized the source -- at least in part -- of Veser's failing awareness. It is hard to think on, even now, but he began to grow less human. Somehow the reality that it wasn't a physical change only heightened my sense of dread further. Sometimes I could hear him when he thought I wasn't listening: strange scraping and scuffling noises from the next room. When he was with me, he was very nearly lethargic, his magnetism and charisma long since escaped and only their cocoon left behind. It was difficult to watch the boy dribble from being one of the most vivacious people I have ever known to being less lively than my friend the zombie. Veser was corroding away. Luckily, my other half didn't show his face once during the entire ordeal. Desolate, I realized that I might have found Him a welcome distraction for once. Once, just once, I caught Veser with a dead rat. In my mind, he didn't kill it himself. I don't care if that isn't true. 

It was the hottest day of the year and all he could smell was the ocean. Veser whispered that small insight to me as if it were some illicit daydream. It was during the last time we made love. That was a night so vitally rending I can't describe it as anything less than physically painful. Fingers that once eagerly scrabbled at my back in desperation now fluttered listlessly at my sides. His once familiar voice yowled with bestial cries. His eyes were glazed not in lust but in fantasy,  dreaming of some far off place outside the dark warmth of our bedroom. There were no whispers, any care for me or for the act was gone. Before me was an animal fulfilling an urge, nothing more. I felt ill. I cleaved him to myself with convulsing arms even as I felt us being cleft apart. 

The next morning he was gone. A scribbled note in almost illegible writing that only barely resembled Veser's was all that was left of the boy who had been a central fixture in my life. He longed for greater depths than those he found in my eyes.

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Unfortunately, it's got all sorts of crazy formatting bullshit so I'm just going to post the first chunk here and then link you to the rest of it: http://digital-troglodyte.deviantart.com/#/d2sh7di

>>45973
That's incredibly sweet, why have I never seen that before? And who was drawfag? <3

>>45927
I'm gonna make us a Hanna-only paintchat room in case this really is that big of a problem, just give me a few days. I have kinda really grown to like the new people there, though.

Pft, not enough art. Fuck porn, we need some SMUT AND FUCKING PICTURES.

I also like Niko's P-chat. More creative juices when everyone isn't drawing the same thing. ><

>>45980
This is an amazing thing that you have writed.
I love how some of our porn is mutating into brilliant genfic. I love how creative everyone is. YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST, YOU GUYS.

>>45986
aw it was by tour. toouuurrr come baaack :<

also aw bb thanks for the rec :> <3 that one with worth having a migraine was sorta kinda sickfic, too... never uploaded it to ygal, though. maybe tonight.

>>45996
That pituuuure, D'aaaaw~

>>45996
So cute! Come back, Tour! Come back!

Also SPOOK! I missed you darling, where have all the oldfags goooonnnneeee, long time faaaaapping...

ELLA ELLA AY AY

Just thought it was cute.

Newfag delivering angsty Ples/Ca$h, because I'm a failure. BUT WHATEVER I'm kind of past caring.

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The house is quiet, and all he can hear is his tick tocking gears. There’s a sudden scrambling noise outside his window, and he turns to find the boy there, peering in with his dark hazel eyes.

Being the gentleman he was, he simply cannot leave someone in the cold night outside his window even if they should use the front door out of courtesy, so he unlocks it, sliding it up and allowing the young man to climb inside past him. Tibenoch strolls to the other side of the room, seating himself in a plush antique chair. Everything about his house is antique, even the man himself. “You know, you shouldn’t be out this late.”

The boy rolls his eyes, doesn’t say anything. He’s past the age for not being out late. But his parents will worry and Ples feels like he should watch the boy, protect him. The lad has a rebellious streak a mile wide. He’s stumbling over to Tibenoch now, hovering over him in his chair and pressing warm lips to the man’s. Ples dares to run his long, thin fingers down the blonde’s sides, and feels him shudder and flinch like a wounded animal. The boy is desperate, needy, wants to be away from his personal demons and finds his saviour in the tick tocking Tibenoch.

Ples isn’t quite sure how they make it from the study to his bedroom, but he attempts to rationalize with himself (he’s so young, he should be out with his friends, Ples should send him home, not give in, not let him keep company with an old geezer like him). It’s a futile attempt, he’s already pressed the lad into the silken covers, gingerly pulling his shirt up and kissing his thin stomach with light, fluttering touches. He’s so gentle, careful, meticulous; he isn’t sure if this angers or saddens the boy more. Inbetween his musings the clever kid has moved; Ples is on his back, clutching at the pillow and sheets, the blonde unzipping his slacks and pressing rough and hurried kisses to him while Tibenoch moans and arches, helpless.

It takes a while for the man to regain control, even though he thinks that’s a silly notion, the lad obviously is the one pulling the strings, making things move. He’s flush against Ples, gasping and moaning and hoping his tears are mistaken for sweat, but Tibenoch is very observant but doesn’t say anything. His stomach is light but his heart is heavy, and he presses the boy closer, whispering his name into his ear, willing him to know he is safe and secure and welcomed.

The boy is quiet afterwards, staring at Ples with his doe eyes, contemplating if it’s safe to move closer, and Tibenoch saddens as he beckons him to his side. The blonde is thin, small, even for Ples, and curls into his side, hand draped across Ples’s chest. Tibenoch runs a hand softly up and down his back, his chin buried in the lad’s thick hair.

Tibenoch is an early riser, but by the time dawn shines into his window the bed is cold, and he hears nothing but his tick tocking gears. He leaves the bed, showers, dresses, reads from a book until it’s time, and departs from the ancient house.

He’s a regular where the boy works, the liquor store’s neon sign welcoming him. The shop has just opened, and over the months of knowing the kid he’s memorized his schedule, when he works and his days off and when he’s free for Ples to take to grab a coffee or walk the park. Ples immediately picks up his preferred poison, approaching the counter. Something feels wrong, and he hesitates. The boy should, would be behind the counter, bright eyed and chirpy, making small talk as he rang up the merchandise. But an older, sour faced woman walks out of the back.

“Will tha’ be all?”

He stutters, confused.

“I said, tha’ be all?” She speaks slower, taking him for a simpleton. He ignores her question.

“What happened to the young man who works this shift?” He’s becoming worried, it’s not like the boy to call in sick without calling and telling Tibenoch first. It was something that always delighted the man, and he would wish him well and tell him he’d see him another day at the store, and usually bring him a small gift of a card or soda or something, anything to cheer up the boy.

“Who? Oh, you mean that skinny kid with tha’ blonde mop? Quit yes’erday. Somethin’ about college. Movin’ away. You wan’ me to bag these up?”

Tibenoch says no thank you, he’s made a mistake, he doesn’t really feel like scotch today, he’ll purchase something another day, but he probably won’t. He quietly leaves, walks to his house, and walks inside, shutting the door behind him.

The house is quiet, and all he can hear is his tick tocking gears.

For the Ples spoiler about how he might be secretly all double-personality and everything, this song fits perfectly-ish:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnZ_6PfttKM (ignore the douchey song intro in the beginning)

>>46006
Christ, Confag.
You're such a.. fag.

This picture is a coupon for insta-smile.

MROWWEOWWMROWWWOWWMREEOWWW

>>45980
Okay wow. And I mean WOW. That was amazing. Most of the stuff in this fandom is just brainless porn and then here's something that's thoughtful and well written and just plain fantastic. I hope this is the start of a new stage in our fandom.

>>46030
WHOA WHAT THE

>>46006
I think I just got diabetes.

>>46039

>>46030
This is adorable.

>>46030
>>46039

Oh wow, I laughed..... now add Worth behind Lamont? Surprise threesome

>>46030
....HAS CONNIE BEEN DOING YOGA?

i am torn between lulz and unf, it's a very confusing emotion

>>45973
This is the most adorable thing. Ever. Period. Oh my god.

>>46047

>>46051 >>46055
WHOOPS

>>46030>>46039>>46047>>46055>>46056
This just keeps getting better and better.

>>46056

>>46060

>>46063

LAMONT: HIS CUM IS THE UNIVERSE.

>>46064

It has magical healing properties.

>>46063
This is rapidly approaching faggotry event horizon, guys. KEEP PUSHIN' IT

ILU people, seriously, this thread is making me smile. <3

Newfag! Been lurking for a while, felt like I should contribute something. This is the first dick I've drawn. Ever. Like Ever.

>>46030
Oh, exploitable.

>>46060
Yes, please.

>>46063

I love you as much as I could ever possibly love a stranger on the internet

Can I bribe/ coerce/ persuade any of you into giving me a hand with Midsummer 3?

I know where I'm going with it now, I've even written an outline which is totally not like me, but I really need someone more experienced with non-con to help me write the vicious, nasty bits.

I'd sage for making personal requests instead of contributing, but my email field is full of main contact. Sorry.

When did Veser an Ples have a kid?

>>46007
:'C This is so sad and amazing

>>46073

This is marvelous, keep going. :D love the sketchyness

You know what we still havent seen yet?

<-- this

(spoiler'd for obvious spoiler and shitty request drawing...if you can even call it that)

>>46106
:3c Desu?

>>46106

Idea yes. Picture no

>>46106

When I get home I'll post the like, two I did. Also desuples is adorable

>>46113

picture was for the fact that i'm a n00b and don't know how to do 'super-special-black-box-spoiler'

sage for stopping the beginnings of wank

>>46017

Hnngh Dresden Dolls. I agree though, I the beginning and end bits totally ruin the mood.

We're being inundated with awesome lately. It's pretty cool.

>>46115
I think they meant that we already talked about the idea of good!Ples/evil!Ples but we haven't seen art of it yet, bro.

Also to do spoilertext do this [ spoiler ] wordswordswords [ /spoiler ], just rid of the spaces.

We need some evil!Ples/Worth like burning.
And don't tell me it doesn't make sense.

OH MY GOD LOOK AT THIIIIIS---> http://Seshennu.deviantart.com/art/HINABN-but-it-IS-a-video-game-168856702

Tell me I'm not the only one who's insanely excited about this. Whyyy is this fandom so fucking talented? <3

>>46133

Holy shit. Consider my mind blown.

I'll be waiting for this and stalking it like a hawk

>>46133

That has the potential to be fucking AWESOME.

I want to offer to help with sprites, if any help is needed, but I don't want to cause offense, so fuck it. Haha.

HiNaBN has reached Argentina!!!
My Hanna is so GNEE~!

>>46133>>46137
Ahahah oh my god I did not expect to see this when I came here today. At all. Thank you? ♥

>>46140
Oh wow, if you know how to make sprites, I would seriously love to hear from you about this. There'd be no offense taken whatsoever! Feel free to hit me up wherever!

>>46147
I'd like to be a beta tester if possible. But i wasn't sure how to properly contact you haha

>>46148
I was going to set up a post on the LJ community when the demo was finished, with my email and other contact info up for people without accounts there. Probably won't be until about this time next week, though.

>>46150
alrighty, i'll be sure to look for it when its up!

>>46106

derp

>>46154
OH GOD.
WHY DIDN'T THIS HAPPEN SOONER?

We must expand this collection..

>>46154

Do want moar please.

Poor Lee. It seems to be his fate to be depressed/depressing.

(Also, holy crap the fandom has exploded even more. I've just about given up sorting through all the new content in the DA club.)

>>46166

~somewhere...beyond the sea

>>46166
>Nnnrg. Why do I get the bad feeling Mr. Hatch is saying, "CHECK IT OUT, CAN I TIE A NOOSE LIKE A PRO OR WHAT?"

THAT COMMENT. Jesus I lol'd.

>>46171
... Okay, sage for stupid question, but even though I now know how spoiler tags work yep, this seems to work, I am lost as to how to make that green text. Is it as simple as [quote]something[/quote]? Or even [green]something[/green]?

>>46173

Nope, neither. All you need is a '>'
in front of your text.

>>46154
The usual procedure? Like how it used to be?

>>46177
>Testing, testing
Thank you.

>>46154

What is the sound of one anon coming?
The one I just made. HNNNNGGGGH.

>>46166

Is it just me, or does he look a bit like Alan Tudyk/Wash from Firefly?

there were a bunch of drawings of princess!Hanna, but none of prince!Hanna, but i'm slow and this is old now
and Vesseal is there, idk man

>>46186

Oh man...sudden idea...

Someone draw Wash and Hanna fighting with toy dinosaurs?

Drawfag out of the closet here, willing to take a request.

>>46191 Fapping Hanna, please? I have no imaginations.

>>46191
Dude, SOMEONE has to draw Hanna and Conrad from Magpie's amazing Hanna/Conrad fic last thread!

Preety please with Hanna on top... er... Teehee.

>>46191>>

requestin some moar Evil!ples x Ples please

>>46198
Awww gee, thank you, man I would be so flattered! <3 I might even illustrate it myself since I haven't contributed any drawfag stuff in a while, but I would love love love to see someone else's take on it so feel free.

>>46186
Oh, Wash, you are also dead but of a slightly more cheery disposition?

>>46197

Drawfag delivers

>>46198

Sauce please, reqfag. Prolly read it, can't find it atm.

>>46154

Oh, I wish I could write porns. I'd be all over this.
Requesting such a thing from any write!fags out there.

>>46209

second this too

>>46190

Oh god, yes.

>>46207

....AND I somehow erased part of Hanna's leg on accident. DISREGARD AND ENJOY. I'll fix it later.....

/r/ing Zombie/a zombie. Not kidding. Either that or .../Hanna where Zombie is vicious and rabid and, well, zombie-like.

>>46228
You looking for writefag or drawfag? Because Lascaux did some amazing art that fits the bill I think.

>>46229

Either, and I've seen some of Lascaux's art, it's freaking amazing but I want moar. I'll probably write it myself eventually if nothing shows up.