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46639 No.46639
D-D-D-D-D-DEEPER

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New rule: no wank. Just porn. Have an opinion on the spoiler? Realize that nobody cares, shut up, and post more porn.

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No.47583
>>47581
I don't think so. If we did then it totally failed. 'Cuz that shit's funny.

No.47586
>>47583

Wellllll IDK, as long as someone believed it, it was a successful troll.

So either a troll, or someone who really needs to actually read the comic.

No.47587
>>47504

Bottom Zombie! Haven't seen that in a while.

No.47588
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47588
>>47429

Motherfuckin' Jesus, that's mine. :O

.....Have the uncensored version! :D

No.47593
>>47588

GOOD WORK! Is all I have to say.

No.47598
>>47466
FFFFF I would love to be worth?
(sageing self for no content)

No.47605
>>47586
What is there to believe? "Believe it"? What are you supposed to be believing?

Not a troll, just someone making ridiculous images. Plus, isn't the person posting this a fanfic writer?

No.47606
>>47358 >>47528
I finished this. Except I forgot the "operating table" part of the prompt and I drew a hospital bed instead. Eeep

No.47608
>>47605

LOL! Why are you so up at arms about this, did YOU draw them?

No.47610
>>47608>>47605

>> New rule: no wank. Just porn.

HMMMM

No.47611
>>47606

Screw it, close enough. For all we know, that miserable little cot that Worth keeps somewhere around the place may be a re-purposed hospital bed. Almost certainly easier to tie someone to. I'll get on that fic now I'm finally home with my own computer again.

No.47613
>>47608
No, just confused and apparently repeating myself. I'm kinda drunk.

No.47614
>>47613
You should wank -more- then. Drunk wank is the best wank.

No.47615
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47615
>>47613>>47614>>47610
ITT time for wank over whether or not there's wank.

Seriously though just make more of those pictures because they're amazing.

No.47619
>>47615

AMY POND GIVE ME YOUR SWEATER.

Also you are now seeing ples as a the Doctor. Better yet, as the Master.

No.47622
>>47619
Ples is the Master using a chameleon arch, except it fucked up and the Master's real personality is evil!Ples.

Also Jesus God you guys how do you wank over silly pictures? Stop it. They're a joke.

No.47634
>>47622

I would pay to see this happen, being a fangirl of both The Master and Ples.

No.47636
>>47598
I think we have a back-up of like two people for Worth. You want to be Finas or Adelaide? Fire off an email to the one up there.

No.47637
>>47636
I feel like a massive douche for posting here repeatedly (sorry guys) but we might actually need a Zombie instead of a Worth.

I'll stop posting now.

No.47645
>>47291
THE EARLY 1900'S SURE WERE FUN

No.47651
Whoever makes the next thread needs to update the links. Just sayin'

No.47658
SUP HANNAFAGS?

ZIGGY STARDUST AND I COLLABED A FIC FOR YOU.

HOPE YOU LIKE YOUNG!CONWORTH.

________

“I don’t – I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Worth looked incredulous at Conrad’s objection.

“Y’ don’t think *this* is a good idea? Yer fine with mackin’ and goin’ home with strange older men, and y’ don’t think a drink is a good idea? Christ, puppy, yer a confused li’l sod.”

“I just… I’ve never had a drink before and I don’t think it’s a good idea to just sit down and get drunk.” Conrad frowned, totally not a pout at all, avoiding looking at the glass of … whatever that was that Worth had poured for him. They were in Worth’s flat, on his dingy sofa, and Worth was into his third glass of whatever that golden coloured stuff was. Conrad had not even touched a sip.

“’S not only a good idea, it’s a fuckin’ great idea. Stop wastin’ yer fuckin’ scotch an’ have a drink.” Worth pushed Conrad’s glass into his hand.

“I don’t want to!”

Worth glared at him, downed the rest of his third glass, and plunked the glass heavily onto the table. He picked up the bottle and waved it, and Connie flinched back away from the heavy sloshing.

“This, y’ prissy little pansy, is a bloody good single malt, and yer bloody lucky I am feelin’ generous enough to share it. Now drink yer scotch.”

Conrad wrinkled his nose at the powerful smell of it, but sipped it anyway. He exploded in a coughing fit, and Worth exploded into cruel laughter. Conrad glared as he tried to regain his composure.

“I told you I’d never had this before! I’m not even allowed to drink for like four years anyway.” He sipped again, though, if a bit more cautiously. It burned his throat, but settled into a curious warmth in his stomach, and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“There y’ go,” grinned Worth, filling his own glass for a fourth time and taking a hefty gulp almost straight away. Surely it couldn’t be too easy to get drunk, because Worth was onto his fourth and he certainly didn’t seem any different to his usual self. So Conrad continued to sip the scotch, and found his glass miraculously refilling itself. And that lovely warmth in his stomach spread around his body, like he was glowing, and okay so maybe alcohol wasn’t too bad.

And, uh, wow Worth was sitting sort of close. Had he been that close all evening? He was just idly sipping at his scotch now, slowing his pace a bit, and toying with one of his constant cigarettes. God, he hated to admit it, but the man looked kind of good with those things, all scrawny-elegant and smoke casually drifting from his lips

Conrad blushed, and Worth noticed.

“Lookin’ fer somethin’ in particular, Connie?”

“Mmmaybe?” Oh shit was that forward? That was too forward.

“Heheh. ‘M sure I c’n find somethin’ ta entertain ya, y’ drunkard.” Worth slid closer and Conrad blushed all the more.

“I- I’m not drunk! It’s just… it’s just really warm in here.”

"Migh' not be so warm if y' weren't wearin' that massive great hoodie. Y' need a hand takin' it off?" Worth leered, plucking at the thick fabric of Conrad's cosy jacket. "Y' know how helpful I c'n be..."

"No, no, I got it." Conrad peeled himself out of the garment, struggling a bit with sleeves that he was sure hadn't been so complicated before now, and nearly pulling his t-shirt off as well when he pulled it up over his head. Worth took the opportunity to poke the pale flesh of his belly when it was exposed.

"Givin' me a stripshow now, are ya?"

"N-No!" Conrad hastily fixed his shirt, covering himself up again.

"Didn't say I minded, did I?" One of Worth's hands crept under Conrad's shirt. "An' ya do seem t' be a bit... warm. Can't have y' overheatin' on me."

Oh god that hand was so thin and sort of a bit cooler, and it felt kind of nice, and yeah maybe he was still a bit warm even without the hoodie. And it wasn't like it meant anything, he was only going to take his shirt off because he was... warm. Right.

"Well... maybe..." He pulled his shirt off far more slowly than the hoodie. Not because he wanted to strip, or anything. Completely not that, though maybe it was sort of a hot idea?

"Yer good at that, puppy. Should do it more often." What? "Y' gonna keep goin', or y' wanna give me a lapdance instead?" And when he smiled lazily like that, eyes half-lidded, it sort of sounded like a good idea.

"Well what if I did?" Where had those words come from? He had been thinking them, a tiny little bit, but he didn't mean to actually say them. The lazy smirk twitched a little wider over Worth's face.

"Can't say I'd have many objections, puppy." He patted his leg. "Climb on up."

Conrad bit his lip and swung a leg over Worth's lap, straddling him. He leaned forward, as much to avoid eye contact as to try and nip Worth's neck because this was really sort of awkward. The simple act of leaning forward brought him accidentally rubbing against the older man, and Worth grabbed his hips to keep him moving.

"Yer a natural," Worth said, sharp fingers digging into his hips, and Conrad could just feel that sleazy grin even if he couldn't see it, and it wasn't fair. Worth was always taking the lead and Conrad never really argued, and that wasn't fair. It wasn't his fault he was younger and didn't really get to do much. He wanted his turn, and that warmth that maybe was the scotch seemed to agree that Conrad shouldn't just let Worth lead all the time.

He grabbed Worth's hands, pulling them off his hips and continuing to grind of his own volition. Worth made a noise of surprise at the unexpectedly aggressive behaviour. He bit his neck properly, really with teeth instead of little nips, and heard a slight gasp.

"Gettin' all forward, are ya?"

"Stop it. You always get to do everything. I want my turn." Worth's laughter at this statement of defiance was cut off by another sharp bite at his neck. Conrad pinned his hands against the sofa and writhed up against him, biting and nipping. God, this was actually kind of fun, he should have done this sooner, no wonder Worth was always doing whatever the hell he wanted to, this was good.

Worth shifted underneath him, muttering something encouraging about teeth. This was... wow, this was so different, the way he could feel Worth's jeans getting too-tight and knowing it wasn't just the med student's creepy lechery, knowing it was something he'd been able to cause by himself. Just the biting and grinding had been enough to get Worth hard, and he was starting to move impatiently, pressing back up against Conrad.

"Christ, Connie, stop fuckin' teasin' me," he growled, and Conrad could hardly suppress a grin. Hah, see how Worth felt about being teased. He bit further down on the neck, heading for the collarbone, but Worth, unlike Conrad, still had his shirt on. When Conrad let go of his wrists he was quick enough to take it off, nudging Conrad down toward his angular collarbones to bite some more. "What are y' waiting for? Fuckin' bite me already."

Worth hissed as Conrad drew his nails sharply down his ribs, even groaning slightly when nails, teeth and a lap full of wriggling teen all pressed against him at the same time. Conrad bit harder, scratched harder. It was... it was actually enjoyable, doing this, and yeah that suspicion had been right, this was really kind of hot, and if this was what being drunk was like then he didn't see why people said it was so bad. Braver now, he threaded his fingers into Worth's hair and pulled, dragging his head back and going back to bite the throat. From the sound Worth made, the hair-pulling thing was a good idea.

Slightly fuzzily he realised that Worth was unzipping their jeans, moving by feel since his head was still pulled back. A bony hand reached into his briefs, dragging his cock out, gripping tightly even as Conrad continued to roll his hips, and god, when had he gotten that hard? He made a muffled sound through his teeth as Worth took both of them in the same hand and started to stroke, too slowly.

"Faster," he muttered, tugging Worth's hair again.

"Psh, impatient l'il pup." Worth's hand stopped. Conrad used the most appropriate threat he could think of.

"I'll stop biting you." And yes, okay, maybe that sounded kind of childish. But it worked incredibly well all the same. He held to his part of the deal, biting on Worth's neck incredibly hard.

"Ahn. Jesus H..." Worth muttered to himself with a moan, incouraging Conrad to try that again.

Conrad hazily realized Worth's other hand had disappeared when it magically reappeared on his ass. He pulled back from Worth's neck.

"What are you- Ah!" Worth cut him off, pressing one finger into him and grinning that self-satisfied grin. Conrad glowered down at him, grinding down on his fingers while adding his own hand to the mix. He put his hand over Worth's, adding a little pressure and forcing him a bit faster.

He felt Worth crook his finger, searching for his sweet spot. He found it surprisingly quick, pressing into it hard. Conrad muffled a groan by pulling Worth back by his hair and biting on his shoulder again.

Worth titled his hips upwards, pressing further into Conrad, who figured it would be a great time to grind downwards. Conrad heard a quiet string of curses being muttered into his ear.

Conrad tilted his head lower, biting Worth's collarbone and relishing in the cracking in his voice.

"Fuckin'... Bite harder... You bloody fairy." Conrad opened his mouth to reply, but couldn't really find the words. His head was spinning, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the hands on his dick or the fingers pressing over and over right on his prostate; but right now, he couldn't think.

And then Worth was breathlessly growling in his ear, words he couldn't grasp, something about whatever and oh my fucking god and jesus fucking christ. Conrad rocked between the tight grip on his cock and the two gloriously slender, talented fingers in his ass. He could taste blood in his mouth, which was oddly exciting, and tongued the wound he had created, then biting it again. He felt Worth's hands rocketing faster and his climax building in his abdomen.

Conrad pulled Worth's head back by his hair, biting down as he shuddered in orgasm. He felt Worth arching up against him, heard him hissing in his ear as he came.

Conrad lifted his head, which had begun to feel rather heavy, and stared at Worth, who had his signature smirk in place. Worth reached forward and used his thumb to wipe his blood off Conrad's face.

"I guess yer not all bark, eh pup?" Worth said as he licked the blood off his thumb. Conrad groaned and rolled off of Worth over to the couch, flopping down and covering his eyes.

"I guess you're not all bastard." Worth chuckled and grabbed a shirt off the floor and cleaned himself off before throwing it at Conrad. Conrad wiped himself down and dropped it back on the floor, not really caring where it fell.

"Shove over." Worth pushed Conrad over a bit and laid down beside him. Conrad grumbled and made himself comfortable again.

"This is the... Best couch." Conrad said with a yawn. Worth hummed a vague agreement, lighting a cigarette.

Conrad started drifting off to sleep, Worth's voice going in and out of clarity, his vision fading to darkness and back. He wanted to stay awake and rib Worth like Worth always did to him, but the best he could manage was some incoherent muttering.

He finally fell asleep, ignorant of the nausea that would wake him in several hours and the headache he would have all the next day, but quite self-satisfied with the whole turn of events.

Tomorrow, Worth may call him a 'princess', 'fairy', or 'pup', but Conrad would still know how to make Worth moan. And that was all that really mattered.
____

NOW WASN'T THAT BOSS?

WE'RE GONNA COLLAB SOME MORE.

No.47664
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47664
So all the cool kids in this RP I'm part of were dicking around with the robotic voices in Voxli.

And they all sounded so freaking deadpan. So when someone was trying to be French, we pictured {...} as a stereotypical Frenchman and then this happened.

Hanna n'est pas le nom d'un garçon.

No.47666
>>47658

ilu guys
ilu

No.47669
>>47637
I'LL DO IT
(once again, saging self for no content)

No.47670
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47670
Et la deuxieme page

No.47671
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47671
Here have a Plesiosaur

No.47672
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47672
And a Veslociraptor

No.47673
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47673
And a Tyhannasaurus Rex

No.47675
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47675
>>47670

No.47679
>>47664>>47670>>47671>>47672>>47673>>47675
I laughed so fucking hard I actually cried. This thread just went from wank to win in no time.

MORE, PLEASE. oh my fucking god I love you

No.47682
HOLY SHIT.
French Zombie maybe me laugh so hard, I thought I hemorrhaged.

No.47684
So since me and talc swapping bits of fic seems to work, have some more!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Luce enjoyed the finer things in life: a cigarette after a test, passing out after drinking all night, and teasing a kid about his obvious faggotry. Yes, he was truly a man of refined tastes. But one of his tastes more refined than the others was the art of masturbation. It was an art he was fairly well versed in, from his apprenticeship as a horny teenager to the downright craftsmanship he'd reached now.

He'd start off by flopping down on his bed, or maybe the couch, or public toilet or whatever, and push his pants down to his knees. Next, he'd get himself nice and wet with a handful of spit, no need for fancy bottled spit by himself: he saved that for his princess. Then he'd fumble, one-handed, in his bag for a scalpel.

A cut here, a nick there, just deep enough to hurt beautifully. He'd let the blood drip down his arms, pool on his stomach, and trickle down his chest, getting it all over the place as he moved to make more scars all over his body.

He'd arch into his hand, pulling on his dick as hard as he could, tightening his fist as much as he could stand. He'd rub the slit with his thumb, spreading the pre-come around. But balance was important, and he'd developed a very specialised ambidexterity just for this. Scalpel in one hand, cock in the other, working both with dexterity- hands of a surgeon, after all, even if they were under the management of a pervert's mind.

At some point the scalpel would be discarded, he'd have enough raw scratches to work with. He'd dig a thumb into one of the little wounds, hiss at the pain, pump harder and faster. Another bleeding mark might get worked at with his nails, torn wider and made ragged, and he'd groan as his body kicked up the endorphins to counter the wounding.

He never needed thoughts of anything but the knife to get going and keep going, but a flashing thought of his pup could add a nice twist to proceedings, the way the little fag looked all flushed and panting and learning to really bite. It was important not to get distracted, though, so memories would always be matched with fresh irritation of his cuts, a thought of teeth being used where they mattered most, and he'd get vicious with himself, gripping too tight and twisting enough to add an extra little threat of pain.

Getting that perfect balance of pleasure-pain and pleasure-pleasure was always worth working up to, and he'd do so with practised skill. When the peak of it hit him, snarling discomfort translating into euphoria before his brain even registered it, he'd be sent over the top. Swearing and gasping, he'd shudder through his orgasm and float on afterwards for a few moments on the leftover endorphin high. Cleanup would be minimal- a wadded tissue, a bit of laundry or whatever was to hand. Cleanup wasn't important- like any artist, he was all about the process, not the aftermath.

Luce finished his revision of his artistic merits and lit a cigarette, zipping up his jeans and glancing at the clock. If the time on it was right, which was possible, he had somewhere to be. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

Maybe he’d get something without chocolate this time, just to see if the little fag noticed.

No.47691
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47691
>>47675

No.47692
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47692
>>47691

No.47693
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47693
>>47692

No.47695
This is a better AU than punk!Hanna and the swap!AU combined.

No.47697
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47697
Yes. Even the moths have mustaches where Le Zombie comes from.

No.47699
>>47695
>respectfully disagrees
Punk!AU rules. But this is amusing.

No.47700
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47700
>>47697

No.47701
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47701
>>47700

No.47702
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47702
>>47701

No.47703
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47703
>>47702

No.47710
omg those fics are amazing guysss. And the dinosaurs!!!!!!!

No.47713
Hi /coq!/ Drawfag here again, was gone cause my boyfriends appendix burst and I was in the hospital with him for quite a while. Right now I'm taking a rest at home for a bit, so send a request or two my way!

No.47714
>>47713

There's painfully little Abner/Hanna around. Might I be able to coax you into drawfagging some? :3

No.47717
>>47658 >>47684
Jesus christ you guys totally delivered on that prompt fffff
also the second IS JUST SO UNF YES
AHH
MY BONER FOR THIS PAIRING IS INSATIABLE HELP

No.47728
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47728
>>47714

God, this gave me all sorts of problems. Sorry, I tried! unfortunately I couldn't fix much x_X

No.47740
We are autosaging and also off of the front page. D:

No.47744
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