was on the last thread. Some Conrad/Hanna fluff with ... getting jealous then the sex would be awesome. XD

I feel bad requesting without at least providing an image or something...I promise I'll try and draw you guys some decent porn some day soon.

Anyway, I kind of want to see something (fic, snippet, sketch, ANYTHING) of Cas dirty talking Hanna.

...Or pretty much anything at all with Abner.

How about some evil!Ples/good!Ples dubcon? Made in pchat with very helpful folks (FUCKING ERASERS HOW DO THEY WORK). Hopefully the next drawing I do with pchat will be better. But eh, it's something.

>>46614
That fapping Conrad at the end of the last thread was adorable<3 I love your style, do very much want

Heh, more from last night's pchat. good!ples/evil!ples

>>46747

GAH RAPEFAAAAACE

Loveit

>>46648>>46747
The neighbors must hate it when Ples masturbates...

Oh man, please tell me there is more Evil!ples/ples because i've yet to see any fics yet.

WE NEED WRITEFAGS ON THIS PRONTO

>>46585 Oh God it's so beautiful I can't take my eyes off itttttt

>>46957 Glad it hit every button for you hahahah yes. Def. glad.

>>46563 Oooh God I don't know, um, like, can I pick anything? Or, Gah. I dono.

Quick fanart because I loveloveloved that evil!Ples/Veser fic <3

>>46769
This is AWESOME. Do more.

>>46769
omg FFFFF THIS IS HOT i love you

>>46769

oh my GOD MORE.

>>46769
OH MY SWEET BABY JESUS

>>46773

THIS IS WHY WE NEED MORE EVIL PLES FICS. THIS GODLY FANART IS BORN

>>46754

You've yet to see any fics yet, wut. This is an injustice, good sir.

...Totally porting this from my dA, though. Sorry, Anonfags and /co/mrades.
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Dualistic cognitive dissonance is an awful, awful thing, especially when one is forever forced to play the villain.
I had, in reality, done nothing wrong, but he seemed intent on avenging the poor, pitiful spider I'd killed. Honestly--it was only a spider, hardly worth rebelling entirely over.
However. Digression is one of my tendencies.
It started, this amateur rebellion of his, with sluggishness in moving out of the way.
Normally, if he wasn't under the influence of alcohol--and I constantly tried to ensure he wasn't--, he'd hop to it right-quick. He knew his place, and that was bloody good for me.
For him, not so much, but bear with me. Always I'm shoehorned into the villain's role.
He woke us up in a cold sweat and breathing heavily, which was unusual. I was vaguely aware that he'd been dreaming--of his next trip to that wretched liquor store, no doubt!--but I paid it no mind. Our heartbeat and mechanical frequency seemed as though their paces had increased.
"What have you done?"
"N-nothing. I've done nothing."
His mind tasted like dread. Normally, I enjoyed the particular savory flavor of his shaky nervousness, his apprehension--his emotions were always so human, and even if they did taste like polished metal every once in a while, I didn't mind.
"Why am I hesitant to believe that?"
"I-I don't know. Perhaps you're distrustful."
"Perhaps you're lying to me." At my words, the scent of guilt filled the air around us. "I thought so."
"She forgave me."
"She?"
"The spider."
"Is that all she did?" He hesitated, and that was all I needed. "What else did she do, hm?"
"She said to reëvaluate m-my psyche." His voice was quiet and sharp enough to cut.
"And you won't be doing that, will you?"
"N-not if you have anything to say about it. And you always do."
"I thought as much. Now go back to sleep, dear boy, haven't we plans with Veser tomorrow?"
He sighed. Defeat. "I su-p-pose I--we have."
I had won for now. Whether or not I would win next time was thrown suddenly into a harsh, judging light as he drifted off uneasily.
He was tired, exhausted, plagued by his human needs; I was not. He had the spider, Hanna, Veser, Conrad, and very possibly the zombie on his side.
I?
I, ever the villain, had no one but myself.

HEY, PEOPLE IN THE ARMISTICE RP. YOU HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER. IT MAKES US FANS CRY :'(

>>46754

OKAY SERIOUSLY THIS IS LIKE SPOILERS BECAUSE IT'S EVIL!PLES/PLES. AND IT'S DIRTY. AND IT INVOLVES A MIRROR.

Hope you like it :V
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He was getting tired of this. Very, very quickly. Not even the glass of what was scotch laying on the coffee table, empty for a fifth time, could make this situation better. It was a fear that something would be brought upon him when he didn't even technically do it. He did it.

Ples sighed heavily, and left the glass alone, walking with a pounding headache and shuffling feet to his bedroom. He turned on his heel, and slumped against a mirror, about as tall as the door frame itself but skinnier, of course.

The metaphorical gears turning in his mind felt worse than the actual gears turning in his torso, before he felt a... peculiar pull of energy. As if something left him and exited into at his side. Against the mirror.

Ples immediately jolted, and was met with his reflection. Until he stood up straight and smiled. Crookedly. But, no, his reflection was doing that, Ples still had a look of terror on his face.

"You're going to hurt yourself, Ples," his reflection spoke. "Thinking as hard as you are."

"It's your fault," he still felt achy and exhausted, leaning against the mirror once more. He groaned, rubbing his temples. "A young man found the note, you left a note, w-why would you leave something like tha-"

"Oh, now now," his reflection moved, and Ples could feel it. This wasn't the first time this second 'half' spoke to him in something reflective. In fact, it was usually helpful, even if, in reality, he was only talking to himself and his mind - and this damned thing - was playing tricks.

The said damned thing placed his palm on the mirror, as if wanting to comfort Ples at his shoulder, "I had to attract Veser, how else would I? Perhaps the young man knows him."

"But they will look for me, not you. I will get the heat of the fact that I was part of a murder, not you," Ples' eyes narrowed, "You realize this don't you?"

"Then I will come out and tell them it was me-"

"But it's still me!" He turned and faced the mirror and his damned doppelganger's grin. "I am still in control of myself, and y-you will forever be this foresaken parasite- wu-"

Ples felt that connecting force pull at him, and he was pressed against the mirror, his shadowed eyes wide. His reflection simply tsk'ed.

"You are thinking this far too much. You're going to kill yourself with fear. This build-up of stress, Ples," his reflection pressed his palms on the mirror, where Ples' had been. "You should relax. I have everything under control. You will see."

"I fear you taking something 'under control' could mean a nightmare." Ples eventually softened his features and sighed once more, his forehead bumping the mirror. "When it is never..."

"I have it under control," his reflection said once more, quieter, almost soothing if it wasn't for that echo-like ringing in his tone. "And, speaking of control... if I may."

Ples straightened his posture, looking at himself before he turned, or was turned, with his back flush against the mirror. "I-now what are you doing-!"

It was something else, someone else, at the control of his arms. He couldn't break into the bond, at least able to tilt his head down to see his fingers play at the buttons of his fly. And then to the side to see his reflection peering over his shoulder like some poltergeist in a horror movie. "I asked what you are doing!"

"I said you should relax, did I not? You need it. It'll help you understand. The scotch didn't work, did it?" The reflection chuckled, and continued to watch Ples' fingers eventually open his fly, his hands shaking as Ples was trying to regain his control over them. The reflection cooed, "Relax, relax..."

He hated how easy it was for him to just relinquish something so important. His chest began to rise and fall slightly, as his hand sunk down past his trousers, past his boxers and through the slightly lighter, slightly curly hairs of his pubes. Ples closed his eyes tightly and a jolt hit up his mechanical spine. There was another chuckle in the air, and Ples swore.

"You've masturbated before, and yet you always look so surprised," it quipped, and Ples bit his lower lip, finally able to get his right hand free, smacking it against the mirror. His left hand was still occupied, too much so for him to get it back. His body began to lose its tension, and the doppelganger in the mirror was relieved. Ples tilted his head back against the glass, as his cock was growing hard with the attention it didn't seem to get often. "You should see it as a favor to yourself. And how ironic, that it's technically me doing it?"

Ples glanced to the side, "It's technically me, not you... you're doing nothing, hng-" his eyes immediately shut. The reflection did have a point; Ples was rather awkward in moments like these with himself.

"Ah, but I'm doing everything," the reflection grinned. "Don't think I've sat around bored every time you've encountered sex, Ples."

"...y-you make it sound like-o-ooh-l-like I've hardly had any-!" There was another jolt, as his fingertips breezed the underside of his erection.

"Hm, but, anyway, I've taken notes, as you've begun to notice?" Ples merely nodded, as each touch that was barely a touch gave him shivers, and he swore the sigh in the air wasn't his.

"Alas, if I could only have a body of my own. I would be perfect for you," it cooed against Ples' ear, who let his eyes close and succumb his want to regain himself. It just felt too, well, good. "I know every button, every kink, every tiny detail on your body that makes you scream, and I can get them right each time."

Ples felt as though something was pushing against his lower back, or wanted to. "Can you hear how amazing your breathing sounds right now? Because I can," Ples' free hand left the mirror and began pulling and feeling at his shirt, upwards until his fingers found his collar bones, his clavicle, caressing them both in idle circles. The back of Ples' head was completely against the mirror, his fingers now at his throat moaning softly as he could feel his adams apple bob slightly with a breath.

He was feeling dizzy, his thumb and palm wet with precome already, completely lost in the pleasure of himself and what he was doing to himself. Ples had been dismissed to nothing but skin, bone, gears and off-sequence breaths while his hand began to move in a rhythm in near-perfect time with the ticking of his body.

"I knew it wouldn't take you long," It sounded like his reflection was purring at him now, and Ples responded with an impatient growl, "Just a-"

"-few more, just a few more..." His hand was now moving out of rhythm and going faster, just desperate by now. "There you are, that's it, you're liking it, you're loving it, if you could only see yourself-"

Ples' breath hitched, his mind drawing a blank if only for a few seconds before it was woken up with an overwhelming sensation that left him helpless and nearly screaming unintelligible words through his orgasm. His hand shook, jolted, pumped along himself, milking the moment for what it was worth until his thought process finally kicked in again.

He was panting heavily, but in time with the ticking from his body, eventually calming down and glancing into the mirror. "How do..."

Ples trailed off, as he was looking at his reflection. And it was his this time, his cheeks flushed and eyes completely sated over with a high that was still tapering off. He wasn't there. He wasn't talking to him in those final few seconds before his understatement-of-the-word-orgasm hit, was he.

He slowly looked away from the mirror, and slumped onto the floor, the bottom of his shirt catching and bunching around his shoulder blades.

"I'm so proud of you."

Does anyone want to set up another RP or something? Preferably something long-term, gay, explicit, and plot-based.

>>46737

Ahhhh thanks so much! <3 I absolutely adore your style, too! Do you have a Y!G or DA account? I'd love to see more of your stuff.

>>46810
hnngghh brb i'll be in my bunk

ITT DRAWFAG TRIES TO BE A WRITEFAG

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Worth sat at his desk, feet propped up and chair leaning as far back as it could go before it would topple over. The top drawer of the desk was open to his left, occupied with a large tray heaping
with cigarette ash. Really, an ash tray stopped being useful LONG ago, even before his chain-smoking days. Now an entire drawer did just fine. Besides, he wanted to see if he could fill it (he was
halfway there).

This was his setting, his perfect habitat. A Worth-ecosystem of grime and soot and smoke and blood. Ah yes, blood. The doctor wasn't merely sitting after all. Bent cigarette perched in his mouth,
he rested his forearm on his lap and watched the blood dribble uselessly down onto his slacks. It was soothing for him in a way he couldn't describe. It felt /good/. Almost like fucking.

"heh." He huffed bemusedly to himself, the ash from his cigarette falling from the bounce of his lips and settling into the bloody gash on his arm. Soot and red mingled before being swept away in
the (ever slowing) flow.

Off in the distance he could hear footsteps making their way down the alley. Alone time was done, for the moment. The emaciated blonde expertly wound a pressure bandage around his arm and pulled
the rumpled fabric of his coat back down.

Seconds later there was a tentative knock at the door. Worth merely stared. If whoever wanted in badly enough, they could let themselves in. Nobody he was interested in would merely knock a few
times and give up. Well, unless they were like that poor, mislead man with the bible determined to sell Worth on the merits of godliness. That, needless to say, was a night of entertainment he
wouldn't soon forget.

"Hello?" a muffled voice called from the other side of the door. "Is anyone inside?"

" 's unlocked!" Worth snapped, sliding his feet from his desktop back onto the ground. "damn idiots 'd die bleedin' and knockin'..." He muttered, watching the doorknob turn and the door push
inwards.

"Pardon me." A tall man in incongruously nice clothes stepped inside his office, carefully closing the creaking door behind him. "Are you Doctor Worth?"

"Yeh. What'd you want, fancy-nancy?" Worth stubbed his cigarette into his butt-drawer and slid it shut as he stood.
s'pose you're looking for something, otherwise you'd be on the other side'a town." God, he hated small talk. At least his addict-clientele had the decency to get to the point.

"A-ah." Ples paused, an awkward silence filling the space between them. Although Hanna had warned him about Doc Worth, he was unaware that such a combination of personality traits could truly be
mixed into one man. "My name is Ples Tiebenoch. I was referred here by Hanna Cross." Ples explained, wringing his hands behind his back. "I'm in need of assistance from a Doctor a little more open
than the standard..."

The gash on Worth's arm stung and throbbed from the pressure bandage. Although nice, it served only to annoy him at the present. It made Worth feel more impatient (he was always impatient, after
all). "Yeah." Worth said, more of a punctuation than a reply. The thin doctor stood, turned heel, and began to walk into the "examination room," assuming the awkward Mr. Tiebenoch would follow.

"What seems t'be the issue." Worth muttered, gesturing to a plastic lawn chair that was assumedly where his patients would sit.

Ples gingerly crossed the room and sat, folding his hands nervously in his lap. "I need some...medication." He said hesitatingly, embarrassed. After the entire incident leading up to him meeting
Hanna Cross and his interesting comrades, it was insisted upon that Ples try to find a way to qualm his inner demons. Apparently, his efforts alone were not enough. If anything, he owed it to the
poor boy named Vesser who he was now responsible for.

Worth cleared his voice impatiently. Apparently this British guy was a complete space case, drifting off in the middle of an explanation to nervously stare at the cracked tiles on the floor. “ah

HEM.”

"M-my apologies." Ples jumped, eyes nervously shifting to the wall instead. "Perhaps a sedative, or...risperidone..." His voice faded away quietly, shame apparent. He did not want to be seen as
anything but sane and put-together.

"Really? Is that SO?" Doc took a few long strides until he was uncomfortably close to the seated man. "An' why might you need THOSE kinda meds?" Worth grinned cruelly, smile looking like a strained
slash across his face.

"D-does it matter?" Ples pleaded with his eyes, only able to hold contact for a moment with the crazed looking man before him. "I will pay you well."

"Now now, bein' a Doctor 'n all, it's import'nt to prescribe you the RIGHT stuff." Worth leaned forward, nearly nose to nose with the nervous man. He could see the poor brit squirming in his seat,
as well as hear a strange ticking noise coming from him.

"P-please now, Doctor." Ples could feel those eyes boring a hole into the middle of his forehead.

"Please what?" Worth asked, roughly dropping one of his hands onto a boney shoulder of the increasingly uncomfortable patient. Perhaps this visit would be more interesting that he thought...

Ples swallowed, one hand drawing up but stopping inches short of brushing the intruding hand off. "P-p-please d-don't..."

Worth cackled and dropped his other hand onto the remaining shoulder. "Don't what?"

"To calm my nerves!" Ples sputtered out the first lie he could think of. "T-that is why I need those medications."

"C'mon now." Worth's words seeped into the dirty room as if they belonged to the grime and dust in the first place. "you 'n I both know risperidone ain't for no nerves." The cruel doctor was
leaning his weight through his hands and onto Ples' shoulders. Pressing him still. "mebbe you just need t' learn t' lie better, too."

Ples felt dizzy, heart thumping erratically. Why did he do this? in hindsight, it was a terrible idea. Perhaps he could just go home and drink some scotch, go to bed, and sleep this away.
"I...apologize, Doctor, but I really need to be going n-now..."

Suddenly Ples felt the pressure on his shoulders increase. The man was no longer merely leaning on him, but was actually forcing him down.

"Nuh uh, no can do." Doc purred, cruel eyes fixing Ples with a stare. "'cause it sounds to me like I caught me a crazy." Doc cackled, actually able to /feel/ the fear coming off of the gentlemen
before him. Oh, this was fun. It was totally worth the interruption he suffered from earlier. Give the poor guy some trouble, make him squirm, then give him his shit and send him on his way. It
was a simple yet delicious plan. Worth could feel the counter-pressure of Ples trying to stand up and he shoved forward, pushing the chair into the wall and effectively pinning Ples. "no-no." Worth
taunted. "You hav'ta stay here."

"I-I D-Do believe y-you are mistaken, D-doctor..." Ples said, feeling as if the top of his head and his fingers had gone entirely numb. He watched his fingers curl and uncurl, reaching up to grab
hold of the Doctor's dingy lab-coat.

"C'mon. I got a room for ya." Worth mocked, letting off the gentleman's shoulders to turn for the closet. He kept a straight-jacket inside of it for special occasions. He took a step towards the
storage area and continued with "...an' don't try to run, I locked the door." Worth opened the closet and reached for the moth-eaten clothing hung there, turning to face his playtoy and continue.

"bett-"

A solid fist connected with his jaw, and Worth watched stars dance as he distantly felt himself crumple to the floor. "MMmmmmngh." He moaned, partly from shock and partly from pressure. The man now
over him grabbed him by the coat and pulled him up.

Did that guy always have such icy eyes? "Ohh love, again." Worth slurred, glorious throbbing and swelling setting in on his face.

Worth felt himself being thrown into a wall, neck snapping back and skull connecting with cinderblock. His head fell forward and rolled for a moment, and worth tasted blood from his bitten tounge.
This was even better than he had planned! The pansy actually did have some fight in him.

"I believe I said you were mistaken." The now-assailant coldly stated, using his left hand to gently lift Worth's chin as his right hold the slightly-shorter man up. He looked into Worth's eyes,
inspecting the beaten face. "Unlock the door."

"No." Worth grunted, blissfully squeezing his eyes shut as he felt that bony fist connect underneath his ribs. His breath exploded out of him, and the doctor was left speechless and he wheezed and
coughed for air. It took a minute for Worth to get his voice back. "make me."

His patient pulled him from the wall and merely dropped him onto the ground. Worth would have stood himself back up if he wasn't taken off guard by the stranger catching his hand and pulling
forward, leg kicking out and connecting directly with Worth's ankle.

Worth barely recognized his own scream of agony as he felt the bones snap. He fell backwards onto his ass and stared down, foot at an unnatural angle from the rest of his leg. It wasn't a severe
break, but it was still pretty damn bad. "...ah..." Worth gasped, floating on the border between pain and pleasure. When was the last time he hurt like this? His eyes sluggishly moved up along the
long line of Mr. Tiebenoch's body, meeting a calm and cold stare. "d'nt know it was in ya..." Worth wheezed, smiling and looking dazed.

"Mm." Mr. Tiebenoch huffed, looking unamused. "Perhaps you would prefer persuasion of a different kind..."

Although Worth heard the words his patient was saying, he was only listening to the undertone. The guy was really enjoying this. Was this really the same person that was knocking on his door
earlier?

Worth felt himself being pulled up, tucking his now-lame leg behind him. Every shift felt like needles going down his foot and up his leg. He was being pulled to the rickety hospital cot, merely a
metal frame with a cheap twin mattress thrown on top. Between the adrenaline and the endorphins surging through his blood, Worth felt as if he was somewhere far away and watching, not actually
participating.

-That was, until he felt cold air hit his arms and neck as his coat was roughly pulled off. "Ungh?" Worth slurred, trying to figure out what was going on. He felt his shirt come up over his head
and a hand rest against his bare chest.

"My." The stranger remarked, fingers ghosting along the numerous scars on his torso and arms. Some deep, some shallow, some fresh. "This would explain your previous reactions." Mr. Tiebenoch sat
down at the edge of the mattress, unbuckling Worth's worn leather belt. "I doubt you can run away with such a nasty injury to your ankle." The words felt soft, as if the person undressing him was
his caring mother, not some guy that had just snapped his ankle in two. Worth jerked nervously as he felt his pants being unzipped. Did he want this? He wasn't sure. "Hnn..." Worth groaned,
protesting weakly.

Doc Worth felt the mattress spring back up as his assailant stood back up, casually walking to the foot of the bed. "I'd imagine at this point I could let myself out. But..."

Quickly and silently the cold man grabbed Worth's shoes and yanked them off, eliciting an animal's shriek of pain from the dazed doctor.

"My apologies, Doctor Worth. But you see, it is difficult to continue without first removing your shoes." The gentleman explained, unzipping and tugging down the rest of Worth's attire.

"Hnng..." was all Worth could manage at the moment, tongue still bleeding and jaw aching. It /all/ felt good, but there was so much pain it was difficult to really focus. He tried to focus on the
sound of his ears ringing. The ringing sounded like a long, high-pitched belltone that was going straight through his skull, and if he could just focus and follow it...

"whut the.." Worth groaned, feeling the cold air of his office settle over himself. "Hey..." He tried to sound stern, but it was difficult to do so in the position he was in. "Hey! lay off faggot!"
Worth tried to move backwards and away as he felt two calm hands raking down his sides and towards his bony hips. /damn/ he hurt so good.

"I don't believe you have any room to talk, doctor." The other man retorted, watching as Worth's flacidity began to twitch to life.

Worth felt himself getting rolled onto his stomach, a groan creaking out of him that sounded like the hinges of his front door. He never really was good at knowing when enough was enough. It was
always a matter of "more." More blood, more drugs, more isolation. But was there a "too much?"

-Then again, the excruciating pain and uncertainty of his outlook served only to make him harder. Laying on his erection was uncomfortable, but that was merely a momentary distraction in comparison
to the feeling of Mr. Tiebenoch pulling Worth's hips up and pressing against his entrance without any warning or preparation. "FUCK" Worth cursed, trying to pull himself away. "Fucking....If yer'
gonna do that, at least get some goddamn LUBE." Worth screeched, pointing angerly at the cupboards on the opposite side of the room. His head was pounding from the wacks it had gotten earlier, and
although he wasn't exactly UNHAPPY at the moment, he wasn't HAPPY either. He just wished he could decide if he liked this or not so that he could act accordingly.

"Hm." The attacker huffed in amusement, eyes half lidded as he smiled. "Well, I suppose you won't be running very far anyway." Mr. Tiebenoch re-zipped his pants, gracefully walking to the other
side of the room and pulling open all the the storage areas. A few moments later the man returned, a bottle of salve in hand. "Vaseline will have to do."

Worth gurgled before swallowing down the last bits of blood left over in his mouth from his bitten tongue. "I s'pose you aren't too interested in foreplay." He grinned leeringly at the man above

him,
craning his neck to see. Unfortunately for Worth, it didn't seem to stir a rebellious spirit in the other like he had hoped. Rather the man just pressed on, smearing a bare minimum of lubrication
onto Worth and then (after pushing his pants to his knees) himself.

Worth gritted his teeth and groaned as Ples pushed in without warning, and he could actually /feel/ himself tear. "FUCK." He exclaimed, hands gripping and ungripping the sheets spasmodically.

"You're....tight." The man above him cooed, interrupted by his own breathy pleasure. He began to work his hips back and forth, slowly at first and then quickening.

It was an odd time indeed for Worth to notice, but he could still hear that unexplainable ticking coming from behind him. He languidly listened, biting his lip and trying his best not to make any
noise. He succeeded with his silence for only a few moments though, before the length of the other inside him pressed against him in such a way that an embarrassingly desperate moan escaped his

lips.
"Hnn..." He kept whimpering, being pounded into again and again without mercy. He felt raw all over, and the rocking of the mattress was causing stabs of pain to fly up his leg from the broken
joint. Yet with all the chemicals (natural or not) coursing though him, the pain somehow detoured to his groin and became some of the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. "ah, ah...hng.." He
moaned, arm pulling back and underneath him to grab his throbbing erection, pumping in time with the man above him.

>>46831

After few minutes of (mostly) silent fucking, the quiet was finally broken. "Where..do you keep...the key." Ples questioned between thrusts, hands gripping the boney hips in front of him to keep
Worth steady.

"Hnnghh..." Worth replied, hand moving frantically. Every thrust of the other sent shivers down his spine.

Ples grabbed the Doctor's hair and yanked his head back. "Keys." He reiterated, all the while continuing to fuck the man below him.

Worth gasped and was barely able to whimper out "Coat..." Before he came, hard. It nearly knocked the breath out of him as his vision seemed to blur from the intensity of the orgasm. The only thing
holding him up was Ples. Fortunately for Doc, the clenching from his orgasm began to set off Ples, and within a few thrusts he too had come.

They both lay panting for a moment, Mr. Tiebenoch propped up by his hands and still inside of Worth. "Hmm, mm..." He hummed, satisfied, chuckling pleasantly to himself as he pulled out.

Worth gasped at the feeling, and soon felt air where the other had been moments before.

Mr. Tiebenoch zipped his pants and stooped down to rifle through Worth's coat pockets. cigarettes, a lighter, a flask....keys. "Thank you for your consultation, Doctor." Tiebenoch said, polite
statement dripping with a cruel edge.

"an' what 'bout yer meds..." Worth slurred, aching and dizzy (yet somehow satisfied).

"Ah. I assure you, I won't be needing them." Ples smiled, turning the key in the lock and listening to it click open. "Good evening." he called over his shoulder as he walked out, grabbing a bottle
of whisky resting on a shelf as he made his way to the front door.

Worth continued to lie still on the soiled mattress, aching and throbbing. Moving hurt in both good and bad ways, and his ankle felt as if a 100 pound weight was strapped to it. He looked longingly
at his coat thrown carelessly on the floor, cigarette pack next to it. The least the guy could have done was toss it to him...

"Lamont better come around soon." Worth muttered to himself before squeezing his eyes shut and blacking out.

>>46831>>46832 Not bad.

>>46806

http://bootybuccaneer.livejournal.com/12777.html

THERE CHRIST. SORRY. HAVE BEEN BUSY WITH LIFE.

I also have a Evil!Ples/Normal!Ples selfcest fic. But. Never finished it. I don't have time for fics anymore baw baw. I also have a Zombie/Hanna. They've been unfinished for weeks.

>>46769 Ooooh my God, I'm the anon that wrote that evil!ples /veser fic and hhhng this is so magnificent I'll be n my bunk for hours.

Thank you battle, you so wonderful~

>>46846
O.o must read...link?

>>46859

FFFFFFFFFFF HOUSE AND WORTH?
IN THE SAME PICTURE?
Yessssssssssss

So... some late night young!ConWorth? I should have been asleep over an hour ago and I got stuck reading that Armistice thing linked just up above and ended up finishing this instead. Gah. This fandom is bad for my sleeping patterns.

Constructive criticism's always welcome. Reasons why I shouldn't write when sleep-deprived, etc.

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Conrad had been getting braver recently. He would sneak an hour after school to go to a café and get a mocha or an iced coffee or a hot chocolate or some other thing that his mother deemed too unhealthy for him to have at home.

He wasn’t actually brave enough to tell her that he was doing this, and he carefully disposed of all receipts afterwards so she wouldn’t know, but it was a little stand for independence. It was some time that was his, just his, and didn’t belong to school or his mother or a therapist.

He slipped into the chair that was rapidly becoming ‘his’ chair at the little café, pored over the extensive menu of caffeine and sugar, and ordered some new forbidden thing from a disinterested waitress. He savoured it with a happy little sigh, scribbling still-life portraits of empty chairs and abandoned coffee-cups. He knew he couldn’t really keep them in case his mother found them and asked about why his school was getting him to draw this instead of whatever she currently deemed ‘real’ art. He wasn’t good enough with excuses to justify things just yet.

Someone was blocking his light. He waited for them to go away, but they continued to stand directly behind him, and it was sort of starting to encroach on his personal space.

“At least it’s not fuckin’ flowers or whatever gay shit y’ normally like t’ sketch.”

The voice was Australian, lazy and sarcastic. Conrad clutched his sketchbook protectively close to his chest, too late to avoid it being seen as Worth took the chair opposite his.

“W-what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Me? Can’t a guy wonder where his li’l friend’s been wanderin’ off ta? Haven’ seen ya at that bus stop in a while, Connie.” Worth grinned. “You been avoidin’ me?”

“No, I just… haven’t been going home at the same time.” He played with his coffee. He didn’t want to deal with this. He liked coming to the café as his little bit of time all to himself, and he didn’t want to share it with anyone else. Especially not the abrasive, aggressive, sarcastic and pushy Worth.

“Avoidin’ yer mum, then?” Conrad nearly jumped, looking up sharply. “Ya don’ need t’ look at me like that. ‘S hardly difficult ta work it out. What’s th’ old hag done now?”

“Don’t call my mother a hag!” The defence was automatic, and not entirely heartfelt.

“A harpy’s a harpy an’ a hag’s a hag. An’ yer mum is both.”

“You don’t have to /say/ it,” Conrad mumbled, looking back into his coffee. “She hasn’t done anything, anyway. I just wanted some coffee. And time to myself.”

Worth stared for a moment, then started snickering.

“Finally growin’ a pair, are ya? Getting’ all rebellious?” Augh, that horrible mocking way he said it! Sure, getting a coffee after school wasn’t the biggest challenge to his mother’s authority but it was better than nothing and this was meant to be his time all to himself and he didn’t want to deal with this right now.

“You don’t have to say it like that! Why do you even care anyway? Why are you still here?” Conrad realised it was a mistake to react the moment the words were out of his mouth. It only gave Worth more to play with.

“Oh dear oh dear, I see this lone rebel lifestyle is not suited t’ yer delicate artistic temperament. Per’aps, as a good citizen, I should make sure yer lookin’ up t’ some kinda role model.” He leered. “I reckon I nominate myself. Studyin’ the illustrious medical practice an’ all that.”

“pleasejustgoaway”

“ooh, sounds t’ me like a cry fer some kinda attention.” He leaned in too, too close. “I can cert’nly offer ya all kinds of attention, Connie.” And ohgod he was between Conrad’s seat and the door and getting up would involve trying to get past him.

“My name’s not Connie. It’s Conrad.” The sketchbook was more and more a shield, and he felt sort of stupid for hiding behind it, but it was better than facing up against Worth.

All the same, he didn’t resist maybe as much as he should have when Worth plucked it from his grasp. And he could have maybe made a dash for the door if he’d just got up a bit sooner. And and and maybe he should have freaked out a bit more when he found Worth’s hand creeping up his leg. Or- or done something, at least.

But he didn’t want to make a fuss. Everything in his upbringing had been about not making a fuss in case his mother thought it was some new disorder he’d somehow developed, and the habit was really hard to break. And even if he didn’t want to admit it, he sort of maybe didn’t totally object to the lanky med student being quite this close.

“Since yer busy bein’ a rebel… wanna stay out late?” His voice was sandpapery-rough and quiet enough not to carry to anyone but god, Conrad felt himself blushing so badly anyway. “Heh. C’mon, puppy. Live a bit.”

He should have objected, he knew he should, when Worth grabbed his wrist and led him out, dropping a tattered five dollar bill for a tip that cost as much as the coffee had. But all he could seem to think of were questions, and he knew he couldn’t ask most of them, so he settled for a safe option.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re goin’ ta have some fun.”

>>46857
I second this

>>46864

its in the previous thread, towards the bottom

>>46867

OMG YES

Eat a goddamn sandwich Worth. EAT IT WITH YOUR FACE.

>>46810

Wow wow wow, you are amazing and I will bear your children.

>>46863
ZIGGY, DID I TURN YOU ALL PEDO?
Anyways...
Finish thisssss.
WITH SEXING.

-sage for no content, but some will come soon-

>>46863
Hee, young!Conrad's such a lovely bundle of neuroses and awkward rebellion. I love the way you write the two of them.

"Damn it, Worth."

You DO realize I have more deliveries than just YOU.

HAY HAY GAYS.
I did some more young!ConWorth for you.
CONTENT YAY.
Enjooooy.

Conrad had just been at the coffee shop for an hour. Figures, Luce didn’t show up. Conrad shifted his books to his other arm and kept walking towards his house. The way he saw it, Luce could be off screwing around with god knows who. Probably off trysting with a bubble-headed co-ed, fucking bastard; or off seducing more under-aged kids with his fucking apathetic anti-hero ways. Fucking jerk.

Conrad turned down his street and slowed down a bit. He had been hoping to kill some time with Luce, but no, the ass was a no-show. Now he had to wait a full hour before his mom left for work and the house would be empty. He heaved a sigh and stopped at his driveway, pleading to himself for his mother to leave early or something. Fumbling one-handed for his keys, he headed for the door and clicked it unlocked.

The minute the door opened, he regretted not just waiting out the extra hour at the shop. He could smell what he feared was hamburger helper and all the lights were off. He debated, briefly, running up to his room as quietly as possible, but that thought was dashed to bits as he noticed his mother sitting on the couch. She was watching soaps, Bloody Mary in one hand and Cosmopolitan in the other, a very sour look on her face as she stared at him.

“I‘m home,” he said tentatively, trying to continue walking to the stairs, “I have some homework to do… So, I‘ll just head up stairs and-”

“And not eat the dinner I made,” She interrupted, setting her magazine and drink on the coffee table. She continued in a curious voice, that held no real malice, “What are you doing home so early anyways?”

“Uh… My friends had to leave early so… There was no real point in staying.” He shrugged, “So, I just came home.”

“Hmm,” his mother hummed, “Very well.” She stood and walked towards the kitchen. “You can go do your homework or whatever after you eat some of this. You‘re stick thin,” she teased him without smiling, or rather, without smirking, which Conrad had become annoyingly accustomed to. He sat himself down at the table and didn’t cringe when she set the bowl of greasy, undercooked meat covered in tomato sauce with hard bits of pasta in it.

He stuck his fork into the bowl and tried a bite. Disgusting. He then proceeded to push the food around with his fork while he considered all the things that could have prevented Luce from showing up. His mother ate in silence across the table.

Conrad apparently managed to shove the crap around enough that when his mom got up from the table, she took his bowl with her. He stood up, thinking today was actually a pretty okay day for his mom, and started for the kitchen to help with dishes or something.

“You can go do your homework,” his mom said, already started on the dishes, “I‘ve got the dishes.”

Conrad turned around and headed to the stairs, grabbing his pile of books as he went. He hurried up the stairs to his room, threw his books on his bed, and sat down heavily in the chair in front of his desk. He pulled out his phone and stared at it.

Last time he was with Luce was a few days ago. He had met Luce at the coffee shop, they sat there for a while and talked, then walked to Luce‘s house; but the whole time they were talking, Luce had been playing with Conrad’s phone. Conrad figured he had just been going through contacts over whatever, but maybe, just maybe, he had put his number in there.

He flipped open his phone and started going through the contacts, looking for anything he hadn’t put in there; but there was nothing. He tossed the phone over to his bed and let himself remember what they did at Luce’s house.

They had walked in and Luce had pushed him against a wall, deviously grinning, and went straight for Conrad’s neck, biting and forcing whimpers out of him. Conrad had never seemed to be able to remain composed when Luce was biting him or licking him or touching him. He had just let his fingers go to Luce’s buttons, fumbling to undo them. Surprisingly, Luce had let him open his jeans, push them down; but Luce, always knowing best, had took over from there, tugging Conrad’s jeans open and down. Luce had spit into his hand and slid it down between them, grabbing both of their dicks in a tight grip.

Conrad had moaned and writhed between Luce and the wall, leaning his head forward to muffle his gasps by biting Luce’s shoulder. Luce had returned with a similar gesture, sucking at the sweet spot on Conrad’s neck and grazing it with his teeth.

After minutes that had felt like hours of agonizing teasing, Luce pulling and squeezing at them, Conrad had come, tightening his jaw and jerking into Luce. Luce had squeezed even tighter, almost painfully so, and come a few moments after Conrad.

Remembering this particularly fun visit made him even more angry that Luce didn’t show up. He was now sitting at his desk with a raging hard-on. He stood up and walked to the door, locking it quietly. He turned back and flopped down on his bed, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down to his thighs. He spit in his hand and started to work on his dick. He slowly slid his hand up and down the shaft, rubbing the tip like Luce did.

“Ah… shit…” he mumbled, squeezing tighter and picking up his pace. He closed his eyes, thinking about the times he had been with Luce, what he had done to him.

“Hngh…” Conrad’s hand went faster, pumping his dick the way he remembered Luce doing. He wished he could have the sucking and nibbling and, oh god, the half-hearted insults even; and the more he thought about all the things Luce did to him, the harder it was to keep quiet. He felt his climax building, same as when he was with Luce, and with that thought he arched up off his bed, his hand palming his tip, as he hit his orgasm.

He fell back onto the bed, trying to catch his breath, and reached over to a box of tissues, to try and clean himself up. He nearly pissed the bed when his phone rang. He grabbed it with his clean hand and looked at the front.

A restricted number. He flipped open the phone and cautiously asked, “Hello?”

“Hello, princess.” He nearly pissed himself again; it was Luce.

“Wh-…” he sighed, “Where were you, you bastard? I waited for, like, an hour. I thought you said you‘d meet me at the coffee shop today.”

He heard a soft chuckle, “Why? Yeh miss me, yeh little fag?”

Conrad scowled, “No.”

“Of course you don‘t,” Luce mocked, “Well, fer yer information, I was… Detained.”

“You got arrested?!” He heard laughter in the background, a bit of yelling then, “No, dumbass. I was busy. Anyway, I‘ll catch yeh ‘round, love. Stay gay.” Conrad heard some more laughter and chatting before the phone disconnected.

“What an asshole,” he said to no in particular.

>>46914 I love you and your young!ConWorth forever Talc♥

>>46919
B'aww. Thanks. C:
You guys are so good at asspats.
<3

Anon 1: It never gets old, does it?
Anon 2: Well, no, we've had, like 34 threads and it's still just as fucking fantastic and sexy.
Anon 1: It kinda makes you want to...
Anon 2: ...Fap at the speed of light?
Anon 1: Yeah, but also sing.
Anon 2: Yep.

I love the ConWorth
I love the drawfag guys
I love the pchat
I love the sexface!eyes

I love the whole board
And all of its anons
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da

I love PROMOTIONS
I love real dirty fics
I'm fine with spoiler wank
And strangely well-drawn dicks

I love the whole board
And all its craziness
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da

I love the AUs
I love the artists' styles
I love the Ves/Ples
And latent pedophiles

I love the whole board
it's such a brilliant place
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da
boom de ya-da

TL;DR-
Anon I love you all.

Song from:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5BxymuiAxQ

>>46863 >>46914
you guys oh my god stop it, my boner can't take thissss ilu both bawww
(also psst talc you asked what they should do next
my suggestion is ALCOHOL and/or Conrad being dominant [LIKE ACTUALLY DOMINANT]
SOME FORM OF KINK [FORCED BY DOMYOUNGCON WHUT] IS A BONUS BUT NOT NECESSARY [IE. MEDICAL STUFF BUT THAT IS PROBABLY MY OWN FETISH SPEAKING HERE SO YOU KNOW DO WHATEVER BRO])

blah blah blah

>>46810
Unf unf
>>46815
I don't post anything on a gallery, sorry! What's yours?
>>46881
I second this. I'm not really into AU's but dayum I think you guys may be turning me with this one

>>46926
SHIT YES.
YOU ARE A GENIUS.
I WILL WRITE THIS TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITIES.
It just might take a while...
BUT I'LL DO IT!
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

T-technically, since young!Con has reached puberty and is a good few years into it, it's ephebophilia rather than paedophilia...?

This has been your educational moment for the day.

>>46933
This is true...
But he's a minor.
So, the gov't considers it pedophilia.

>>46914
hahaa, I love it! It's cute and yet, still hawt :3

>>46937
Thank you!
<3<3

>>46935
actually they probably consider it statutory... and even then, maybe not. depending on where you're at. laws vary depending on country, state, the ages of the people involved, the number of years between them, hell, even gender. there's still plenty of places that consider sodomy of any kind, regardless of the participants' ages, to be illegal. average age of consent for male/male sex in the states is 16 or 17, though.

>>46941
FFF. Okay. You win.
Please no wank.
:C

>>46942
haha, sorry, i wasn't aiming for wank! just educating! pedophilia would imply child molestation, and young!conrad is a minor but not a child. so it'd be tried differently, if legality ever got brought into things at all.

though worth doesn't strike me as the type to give a fuck about legal or not anyway.

Let's just NOT look a gift porn in the mouth?
Porn's porn, k? And this isn't like some creepy-as-fuck loli-fest...

Have some quick ZxH fluff!

May color later.

>>46914
I totally thought Worth was gonna pop out of a window or something XD

I'm sorry I can't draw and it's so sketchy/shitty, but I always feel badly that I tear greedily through threads of content without contributing anything. I-I'll learn anatomy for you guys one day, really.

>>46933
PERSONALLY, I prefer to use the term pedophile/pedo/whatever because of the recognition of it. I know the real term and all, but it's just... easier to be understood by saying pedophilia? A lot of people understand it as having sex with someone underage and not specifically before they go through puberty, it seems, anyway. Also, more lulsy.

TL;DR WORTH ISN'T A PEDO BUT I LIKE TO CALL HIM THAT

...UHHM UH HAVE A SHITTY SKETCHY GENDERBEND CONNIE (BONUS MALE LAMONT) FOR CONTENT. :T Geez I need to draw more

>>46949
Er, didn't mean to Spoiler that. There's no spoilers there. Derp. I finally delurk and I'm failing all over the place.

>>46950
HNNNNNNGH.
I LOVE YOU SO HARD, DARKY.
<3<3<3

>>46946
LOL TOTALLY.

Also, I call it pedo because, why not? It's kind of humorous.

>>46949

I think this is very ok <3

>>46831
Oh lawd, this was great. Anon is ever demanding, but you wouldn't be willing to drawfag that as well?? Any Worth getting owned is always good.

AHHHHH. all this young!ConWorth is EXTREMELY relevant to my interests. I LOVE YOU TALC AND ZIGGY. ALSO DARKY, UNF, GIRL CONNIE WITH LAMONT IS FUCKING ADORABLE.

>>46928
Aww, how come you don't have a gallery? Do you have a website or any other kind of place where you keep your art? I'm Grimmet on Y!G and Omnom on DA.

>>46925
:'D <3 I fucking sang it

Also, I for one am totally okay with Young!ConWorth, legal terms and semantics be damned. It's amazing.

Sage and relurking.

ehhh.. umm here.. I haven't posted anything in a while.. lots of nice stuff getting posted though.. love your pics Darky <3

>>46950

GURL. YOU CAN CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT.

You INVENTED Young!Conworth.

Also... Omg. Want more of dat Lamont/Femrad. Or hell. Even Lamont/Conrad. Especially with the whole vampire catnip thing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5Xrcp6k8VE
Just replace all the cats with vampires, catnip with bloodthorn.

If I get any freetime I might fic this myself. I am surprised I haven't seen it yet. At least with Lamont/Conrad. Did I miss something, coq?

ITT Evil Ples wants to make himself a woman suit.

>>46978
Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me.

I'd fuck me hard.

>>46966
Galleries give me all kinds of neurosis!
>>46945
eee fluff<3

>>46977
Second everything besides the writing myself.

For anyone I was talking to in IRC. My internet is having a great time shitting the bed. It will apparently let me go here though.

Sorry bros. I guess I'll be on later.

I just got my poster in the mail and put it up on my ceiling. I had a serious spaz fit and my parents are wondering why.

they have no one to blame but themselves for buying it for me

Wtf happened to the IRC?

>>47006

Still working for me, man. No global kicks or anything. Same crowd as when you left.

drawfag taking a request after taking dog to the vet.

lol wut?

irc.relic.net: Closing Link: talc[ircip1.mibbit.com] (User has been banned from RelicNET (Session limit exceeded))

>>47013

Threesome? Evil!ples/Ples /Veser?

but like with Evil ples having his own body? please?

>>47014

I'm getting that as well now. I can only assume that the host doesn't like it when you spend your entire working day then a hefty chunk of your evening lurking irc

>>47019
Ignore that last post.
HRGH.
Why can't I spend more than 24 hours on IRC?

>>47021

It's probably for the best I'm off it. It's late, I should try and get the six hours' sleep I failed to get last night.

Hopefully IRC will stop hating us tomorrow.

Lets move the irc once again, then !http://mibbit.com/chat/?channel=%23hinabn&server=irc.dhcnetwork.com ! Also, working on setting up the hanna only paintchat at the moment.

>>47025
You're my saviour.

>>47025

omg hanna only pchat? I can't WAIT

First time drawfag as per Talc's request. Bad anatomy is HHHNNNNGGGGH.

Hey Hanna fags, I'm bored - what should I draw (no Veser because I suck at drawing his stupid face and don't want to fight with it right now)?

>>47034 Hanna being caught watching porn. With delicious embarrassment.

>>47035
This fer shur

>>47035 OMG srsly, he lives in like a one bedroom and ... never sleeps...Its almost Canon

>>47037

Well, he IS a (mostly) healthy young man, isn't he? HA!

>>47035

I am the queen of misinterpretation.

>>47040

Dear god I love you. LOL

>>47040
AWESOME.

>>47040 ...Oh

I lold!

>>46925
This.
This forever.

>>46949
oh. oh wow. I would like more of this, please. Maybe I'll try my hand at tiedup!Hanna. The cum..the cum is the best thing ever. I'm disappointed there's none on his face. (oh god I'm the worst person)

OH GOD LOOK SPOILERS

:C When I feel empty I draw rape.
No seriously this was a request. Everybody's on those whores or something
nsfw for implied fisting idk if everyone's into that kinda thing
posting again, spoiler tag didn't work.

Sweet lovin' 8D
>>47040 Loving this forever xD <3 "...oh."

>>47052

TUGGING AT MY GROIN TELLS ME THIS IS GGGOOOOOODDDDD dsfklsdkflsj more.