woah new thread soon as I get on? lol.. uh here have some content right away XD
Streamed this last night.

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streamed this yesterday as well.. as a request from one of my viewers. ugh I hate livestream so much.. it lags my computer out so bad.. that's why it sucks. ustream works so much better, except for the fact that I had to make a new account on there because I got banned for copyright infringement while drawing hinabn fanart.. :/

For anyone interested, found that fic I was looking for in thread #22 (Worth/Conrad noncon runeplay by Saede)

Dunno if it was archived anywhere else though.

>>50922
Ooh, share?

Should be here!

>>38336

>>50919
ooh, more Abner please!

best. threads. ever.

Have something I doodled for ZiggyStardust (the fanfiction writer, not the singer, ALTHOUGH I CAN SEE HOW THEY WOULD BE CONFUSED BOTH ARE AMAZING).
Sorry it's not wonderful, but I can make it better later.

Spoilered because evil!Pleshands/good!Ples

>>50946


Dudeeeee, hottttt <33 love it!

>>50946

Ah, thanks! Evil mirrors are appropriate in so many situations, and even more fun when they're being inappropriate.

>>50954

I like how young Worth seems so much more gentlemanly even though he's still an asshole.

>>50954
Haha, you do love that AU, don't you?

>>50976

Who wouldn't? It's magnificently hot in a sort of filthy lecherous way

>>50982

hot = filthy and lecherous, I thought?


HURRRR

>>50976
WELL
IT'S PROBABLY THE REASON I AM STILL IN THIS FANDOM
SO THAT SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT IT I THINK

Relating to a prompt on the kinkmeme. I am not used to smut so forgive me if it's gone horribly wrong.

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"Hanna," the dead man had whispered. "Let's try something new."

And of course Hanna had been up for it, whatever it was, because Hanna was always eager for anything, devoting the same enthusiasm to ice cream and music and investigating paranormal disturbances as he devoted to his undead partner.

"So? What are we trying?" he'd asked.

"Just close your eyes," the dead man had smiled, and Hanna had happily done so. Slim greenish fingers tied a blindfold in place to prevent any peeking under not-quite-closed lids. The idea had come to him some weeks ago, when he'd been tidying up the tiny apartment while Hanna was out at work. He'd found a not-very-well-hidden issue of a rather explicit magazine, and while he'd initially just put it carefully away with any of Hanna's other bits and pieces that he probably wasn't meant to find, the images had stayed with him. He'd tried not to dwell on it, but the image of Hanna in place of the young men from the magazine was positively delicious, and absolutely far too tempting not to act upon.

"I'll give you a safeword," murmured the dead man as he wrapped thick leather cuffs around Hanna's wrists, kissing his knuckles as he went, and secured them to the immovably ancient cast iron radiator at the top of Hanna's mattress. "If you want to stop, just call me Alphaeus."

Hanna had laughed, perhaps a touch nervously now that he couldn't see and couldn't use his hands, but had agreed to the name. He'd been almost holding his breath as cold fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt and bunched it up around his forearms. His head had turned this way and that, trying to find a gap in the blindfold so he could see what was going on when those same cold fingers had patiently removed first jeans and then boxers and even socks. He was oddly quiet when he wasn't able to see, too busy straining to hear what was going to chatter over everything.

But the dead man was very much used to moving quietly, and he'd continued in usual silent manner as he watched Hanna listening out for anything at all.

At the first touch Hanna jumped, not expecting the cool hand that trailed along his ribs and back away from him again. He craned into the second touch, the cool hand stroking his cheek for a moment and then lifting away. For now, the game was simply to see how sensitive Hanna could become, how keenly aware of his surroundings he might be and how much he might anticipate any slight contact. He never quite seemed to get used to it, which the dead man found pleasing. Any little brush of the skin brought a reaction. And in the midst of all these little flinches and twitches and so on, Hanna was becoming quite, quite hard. The brush of a chill fingertip across the head caused Hanna to jolt in surprise, catching his breath, but still not saying anything. The dead man lifted his hand away, and Hanna's hips tilted up as if to follow.

"Do you want to take things a little further?" the cool lips barely touched Hanna's ear as the dead man spoke, and the living man shivered.

"Yes, c'mon, please."

And this time the dead man had deliberately made a bit of noise, rustling through the plain black bag that he'd tucked out of Hanna's notice. Hanna wriggled, trying to get closer and work out what was going on. There was a rustle, and the sound of... some kind of catch or box or something? And a little pop, like the top of a bottle coming off, like toothpaste or ketchup. The dead man noted the puzzlement on Hanna's face as he dripped a little of the lube from the pop-cap bottle onto his fingers, and relished the way Hanna gave a little gasping cry as a single, long, slim digit toyed with his entrance. The single finger pushed in very, very slowly, teasing till Hanna began to whimper softly. The second finger joined it, again almost painfully slowly, and Hanna whined when they stopped moving for even a moment. Constant but very deliberately restrained motion continued to tease him, and stopped any time Hanna started to rock back on the fingers for himself.

Hanna reacted with near desperation when the dead man withdrew his fingers.

"Hn, please, stop teasing me, c'mon," he pleaded. The dead man responded by uncapping the little bottle of lube right beside Hanna's ear for him to hear nice and clearly. Hanna's power of speech seemed to return. "Oh man, you can't keep teasing me like this. C'mon, please, just - tell me at least, or something, I just-"

"Shh." He put a single, clean, finger against Hanna's lips and Hanna, surprisingly, fell silent as requested. He considered taking the blindfold off, letting Hanna see what was going on, see the range of options that was sitting beside the mattress. But, no. Let him find out for himself.

He looked at the little selection again, and chose the first option. That oddly shaped wand, a series of beads stacked on each other, steadily increasing toward the little loop you were meant to hold it by, and with a fresh set of batteries. He slicked it up and began to slide it in, bump by bump, and always making sure that Hanna had a little pause between every single one to savour the slightly fuller sensation each time. The dead man discovered that just twisting and rotating the beads was enough to make Hanna writhe in pleasure, and Hanna was biting his lip and trying hard not to wriggle too much, not to get too greedy and risk the whole thing just falling still or being taken away.

Which led to the current situation. Hanna, blindfold still securely in place, hands out of the way, completely exposed. He was squirming and panting, a hot blush on his cheeks as the dead man continued to tease him slowly, so slowly. Any trace of the earlier nervousness was long since gone, and Hanna was lost in the sheer stimulation he was receiving. The dead man's thumb paused for a moment over the little button on the side of the wand, hand falling completely still and eliciting another whining little moan from Hanna. He pressed the switch and the beads began to vibrate. Hanna yelped in surprise and began to wriggle even more, no longer even trying to bite his lip.

"Oh god, oh fuck, Izanagi, that's... ahn, that's so, fuck, can you just.... ahhn-" The words tumbled out in a stream of mostly gibberish, half-formed phrases and pleas that only added to the incredibly sexy view the dead man enjoyed. He leaned down close to Hanna's ear even as one hand continued to twist the beads, drawing them in or out by just a few, toying with the settings of the crude vibrate function.

"I wonder," he whispered. "Could you come just from this, Hanna? Just from all this, without my ever needing to even touch the rest of your body?"

Hanna let out a keening noise at the words, leaning toward the source of the sounds, but the dead man had moved back again and was continuing to simply, ruthlessly tease.

"I've only tried two of the four settings on this thing," he said, giving the vibrating beads a quick jerk. "Shall I see what happens if I try the other two?"

He didn't wait for Hanna to reply, swiftly flicking it all the way up to top speed. Hanna cried out, hands scrabbling uselessly at the old radiator as he came suddenly, so hard that sparks danced in the darkness of the blindfold. His hips jerked uselessly into empty air as the orgasm tore across his nerves, and his come splattered across his stomach as the toy was withdrawn. There was silence for a few moments. Then:

"Th-that was amazing, Alphaeus." At the name, cold hands released Hanna's wrists, and the living man tumbled into the arms of the dead before he even began to take the blindfold off. His face turned instinctively toward the dead man's as he pulled the blindfold away, an expression of curiosity starting to break through the aftershock of orgasm. "I didn't think you were, y'know, kinky like that. That was whoa unexpected, but, ha, still like really hot. Wh-where did you, uh, get the idea?"


"You left your... magazines around." The dead man gestured to the bottom drawer of the elderly wardrobe where he'd taken to carefully placing any of his housemate's unseemly clutter. Hanna blushed, but grinned.

"Oh, um, I didn't think I'd left anything like, uh, that out of the drawer, haha... but maybe I should leave stuff out more often?"

"Perhaps," the dead man agreed.

Sorry for the lack of dicks, but my boyfriend who is incredibly freaking awesome and at Comic Con just got this for me from Tessa herself.

Apparently the con-exclusive pins are Lee and Unzombie.

CONTENT LATER OR SOMETHING TO MAKE UP FOR THIS POST, I SWEARS.

>>50954
JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST.
I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH.
:|

More Cas/Finas please?

>>51027

FUCK YES. I am still waiting for AbnerTorture!Cas and Finas rescue and hurt/comfort fiction.

SERIOUSLY, WHY HAS NO ONE DONE SOMETHING LIKE THIS ffffffffffconiegetsallthelove

>>51014
Did he just go up to her table and ask for it? I'm going to comicon on sunday but I don't know the proper etiquette to meeting artists :'(

>>51042
I will be seeing her at Otakon and am also wondering this.

Prices are usually posted. Basically just say you want a commission done. Then ask for what you want. (ie, Worth dressed as Tuxedo mask waltzing with {...} in a speedo) Duuno what requests she'll actually take though, some people at cons will draw you ANYTHING you want.

When I saw her at AX she was doing a commission of some werewolf dude. She also has an orange sketchbook full of spoilers. Let us know if you get an accident peek? We totally won't tell anyone

>>51058
She allowed me to look through that sketchbook at AX~. There wasn't much in there that the people on here [that look behind the spoiler cuts, haha] don't already know about. She's not too weird about showing it off either, I asked if I could see it and she basically said to go ahead and look through it but there were spoilers.
http://i698.photobucket.com/albums/vv349/TheNightSurgeon/Abner.png she actually tore this out of it and gave it to me since I was commenting on how much I adore Abner.
Sorry about the quality/him having no legs. :I Had to take it with my camera as I lack a scanner.

Is anyone willing to trade the Worth+Conrad comic for the Worth+Lamont comic? Cause I can totally do that.

>>51065
Dat profile <33 [/envygush]

>>51004
Hnnnng
I'll be in my room if anyone needs me.

>>51065>>51050
That is awesome. I'm even more excited for the con now.

LONGEST WAIT TIME FOR A REQUEST TO BE FILLED? SORRY, HERE ILL JUST LEAVE THIS HERE u___u

>>51080
As in, you give me Worth-Conrad, I give you Worth-Lamont? Or the other way?

Sorry, I'm not actually namefagging any of my legitimate usernames.

BUT.
I wanna write some porn really bad. Any requests ?

Also, anyone else here going to Otakon ?

>>51107

Can I request Zombie being curious about how much he can feel and experimenting with himself please?

Since it's masturbation and not actually sex, if you don't wanna do that, can I have Cas and Finas ganging up on Lamont?? (I've seen art but no fics!))

>>51110
I've actually seen a fic like that, of Fin & Cas ganging up on Lamont, a few threads back ( although it wasn't truly them ganging up on him; it wasn't too non con or anything ).
I can do either if you still want.
Hell, I'll do both.

>>51107
Cas and Finas ganging up on Hanna.

>>51096

I love it....But...He has two left hands...I just noticed that...

PROMT:

How about Lamont and Worth ganging up on Conrad...

>>51107
Anything with Abner pleeeeaaase

>>51119
Oh god I love you.
I'm doing this RIGHT NOW.


Works in order; Lamont & Worth > Conrad. Abner ( /Conrad ? WHO TOPS ?? ). "experimenting"!Zomboi. Finas & Casimiro > Lamont. Finas & Casimiro > Hanna.
You guys really like gangbangs, huh ? ♥

>>51106

The other way. I have the Lamont+Worth and I'm looking for the Conrad+Worth.

Mooooorrreeeee Cas/Fin.... And Evil!Ples/Veser.

>>51130
If you want, I have the Conrad+Worth one, and I've yet to see the Lamont+Worth one.
Trade off, perhaps ?



Pretty far into the Lamont + Worth ganging up on Conrad fic, and I'll post it when I'm done. Getting to the good stuff now... ♥

>>51130
Damn. I reallyreallyreally want the Conrad-Worth one. :C

anons, i am in despair. i have been without internet for quite some time and just retrieved it back. has there been anymore animations drawn? i don't want to comb through so many threads for just them at the moment, so if you could kindly post.. i would love it

Hmmmm. Well, tell me what you think of it...
I'll be posting the rest as it comes along, don't fear, and I'll post the full on y-gal later.

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Conrad had decided that it was high time something changed.

He had gotten bloody tired of that dingy, dirty self-proclaimed doctor, and he had gotten sick of having to sneak along the alleyways at night trying to find the right fucking hole in the wall that the damned rat seemed to live in. More than doing all that, he hated the things he had to do for that damn excuse of a man, all just to have a meal. And he had kept going back all because he couldn’t work up the damn nerve to go to any kind of blood bank or find a really fresh meal.

And that was the day he met Lamont.

After that, he called Lamont quite often when he felt he needed to, although it was usually in the most awkward ways possible, but the Franco-Italian always laughed it off like it was no big deal (as long as he paid his invoice, he told him, albeit jokingly, but Conrad was just intimidated enough by those arms of his that he always paid it off long before it would begin to make him in-debt or something) and always delivered his blood packets right when he needed them, which completely eliminated the need for that grotesque excuse of a man, which lifted a lot of pain (and undeniable rage) from his mind, and, for a while, he felt a lot more at ease with the world.

Today was just one of those days when he needed it too, since his fridge was beginning to run out. It was that Conrad usually called Lamont early in the week, and ordered a lot of blood too, usually enough to stock up his fridge. Last night, he had used up his last one too, which meant that Lamont was going to be due in shortly. Sometime along today, he hoped, because his stomach was beginning to put up quite a fight, and he knew what that meant. The image of Casimiro losing his humanity crept back into his mind and, suddenly, he felt like he was in school again, because he was saved by the bell.

“Speak of the devil - here‘s my savior now,” he said to himself, pushing himself back from his computer before sliding his headphones off his head, setting them down then nearly skipping out the door, completely ready for his next meal.

He didn’t need to look through the peep hole, because no one else would ever even dream of visiting him at this hour of the night (except for, god forbid, Hanna and his zombie companion), so Conrad just swung the door open and backed away, turning back into his apartment without looking and ushering in Lamont with nearly a sing-song voice, “Come in, Lamont, come in.”

“Your place is just as faggy as you are, Confag.”

Conrad knew that voice, and he made a face that was uncannily close to the exact definition of “disgust.” “What are you doing here?” He seethed, letting out a growl, and he heard a nervous chuckle from behind him.

“Sorry, he followed me,” came the nervous laughter again, and in waltzed Lamont, carrying a box full of blood at his hip. So much for his savior. Conrad could really only growl in response as he glared at Worth, who was surveying his apartment with a keen eye, like he was studying it for something important. Conrad huffed and nearly slammed the door before he moved up to Lamont and begrudgingly took the box from him with a glare, to which the Franco-Italian could only give another hesitant giggle. Conrad almost let his glare drop at the apologetic face Lamont was giving him, until he saw Worth attempting to sit down on his newly cleaned sofa and then passed the glare that could probably kill any normal humans back to the doctor. The doctor just let out a huff and turned his face away, crossing his legs and leaning back, swinging his arms across the back.

Conrad shifted the box in his arms, finding it rather large in his hands as he made his way over to his fridge. He could easily open the box since it wasn’t taped shut or anything, and he began unpacking it with a hefty sigh, knowing the two would just make themselves at home on his couch. The thing that bothered Conrad the most though was Worth was here. He nearly growled at the thought of the doctor alone, now here he was sitting on his couch like he owned the damn place and-- he jumped suddenly as he dropped the last packet into the fridge. He looked down, and there was a flat hand making its way across his stomach. He reached down, pushing the hand away gently. “Lamont, what are you…”

He trailed off as he watched the refrigerator door close slowly, only to reveal someone he’d rather never see ever again. Worth held a finger up to his lips and gave him the most perturbing smirk Conrad had ever seen as Lamont’s hands pressed flatly on his stomach, then made their way around his sides and down to his hips and lay his head on Conrad’s shoulder, making him fidget slightly. He couldn’t get used to the feeling of someone near his neck, especially after getting bitten by a vampire, but this only made Worth laugh around that finger and Conrad nearly hissed.

“Now, now, puppy,” Worth cooed, pressing his finger up to Conrad’s lips, silencing him for a short moment with a look of surprise. “We can’t have ya makin’ too much noise, ah? Might wake up your neighbors, and ya don’t want that now do ya?” Worth was right, in a way. Conrad didn’t want that, but he didn’t want this either, and it was hard to weigh his options being sandwiched between two men.

With his arms around Conrad’s pretty little waist, Lamont took little steps backwards at a rather odd angle, pulling Conrad with him as he pushed at his collar with his nose. Worth followed after them by securing his hands onto Conrad’s collar, the other hand of the doctor on the vampire’s mouth, silencing him for now, aside the little muffles of protest into his palm, which just made Worth coo a “tut, tut” at him softly, leaning in real close to his face, until Conrad sunk that one, rather painfully sharp tooth of his into Worth’s palm, which made him flinch slightly, but then laugh and grin widely as the blood started flowing.

“Oooh, kitty’s got claws, Monty,” he nearly laughed, and Conrad nearly gagged at the smell of cigarettes on his breath as he pulled away from the hand with a slight reluctance. But then Lamont hit the counter and Conrad let out a little noise of protest, which was immediately covered up by Worth’s hand again, the slowly flowing blood of his palm straight to his lips. Seemingly forgotten, Lamont nosed at Conrad’s neck almost apologetically, as if he was sorry for what he was doing, though Conrad regretted feeling sorry for him at the exact moment that Lamont finally bit his neck, making Conrad suck in a breath that wasn’t particularly needed.

He inhaled the scent of blood and he could hear Worth’s laughter on the edge of his hearing, right next to his ear, and he had to, he had to bite down into Worth’s hand again, the smell of blood making him go nearly blind with need, his stomach nearly roaring agreement. He didn’t care, couldn’t care even, as Worth bit at his ear and Lamont at his neck, the heavier man leaving what would be bruises if he had blood still coursing through him, but surely still what he was doing would leave some kind of mark, and Conrad would be damned if it didn’t feel fucking amazing. But what felt even more amazing than that was the sweet juices of a human running over his tongue, fresh out of a quickly beating heart. He could feel the heat of it as it slid thickly down his throat and his eyes slid shut just the same, feeling completely in a world of his own.

>>51120
That's so awesome. I love how he looks slightly confused. Bondage!Hanna is definitely my dream come true.

>>51143

I. FUCKING. LOVE. YOU!!!!!!

>>51135

That'd be great. You can e-mail me if you'd like.

Hi guys, does anyone know if there's any realistic/ish art of Hanna, and his chest specifically?
'Cos if there isn't, it'll inspire me to draw some, and if there is, it'll probably inspire me to draw some more. But I need to know like burning... Halp?

>>51120

Somehow I missed this? Hanna is.. strangely adorable. He looks abit confused as if it's a new development.

Wonder who's next?

Well, here's the rest of the request.
I really hope you like it. I'll be posting it to y-gal ( named Biacide now ) as well, even though I feel it's kinda crappy.

Enjoy your porn.

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That was, until he noticed that Worth was grinding down into his leg and he pulled his mouth away from the hand, hearing the faux doctor grunt into his ear heatedly. He growled slightly, feeling the heat spread to him too, and he didn’t realize that he was clutching the countertop around Lamont.

“Wait, just what are you--” he cut himself off with a low moan as Lamont bit deep into his neck, making him crane his head backwards, instinctually giving him more room to continue, eyes shutting once more with pleasure as he gasped softly.

“Just what you think we’re doing,” Worth growled huskily back, sharp fingers tracing over his chest aside Lamont’s hands and-- wait, when did Lamont’s hands get so far up his shirt? Conrad groaned, baring his fangs as the man behind him began to suck on his neck at another point, a sensitive one just below his ear. Then those damn knives Worth dared to call fingers were making their way down his stomach, looping around his naval in a dancing taunt, then tracing all across this pant line.

He lost track of Worth’s hand as Lamont’s breath made his neck tingle with heat, his mouth playing at sensitive places that made Conrad want to hold in the breath he didn’t need. Then his unneeded breath really did hitch, as Worth’s hand found Conrad’s length inside his jeans. Conrad shifted, pressing back against the Franco-Italian man, who merely grunted softly against his neck, Worth ground more roughly into Conrad’s thigh with some rather frightening snickers. The vampire barely managed to lull his head around a little, still giving Lamont room when he moved to the other side of his neck, but also enough that he can look down at Worth’s hands, which apparently had loosened his pants and pushed them and his underwear down enough to reveal his dick, which Worth was stroking slowly enough to make Conrad’s breath become labored with impatience, letting out moans to urge on the blond occasionally. He think he could faintly feel Lamont laugh against his neck at his noises. But the ministrations continued, speeding up slightly, and the vampire couldn’t help but buck his hips towards Worth’s hand, legs moving to get some kind of good leverage, inadvertently grinding his leg into Worth and his ass back into Lamont, enough to stimulate groans from both of the other men, one which was more a yowl from Worth than anything.

Finally, Conrad’s hands grew tired of gripping the cold counter, and they shifted, moving up and wrapping around Lamont, gripping at the black shirt tightly with fists nearly strong enough to rip the fabric. Through the grinding, Lamont gave a faint laugh, saying something about how Conrad was getting a little impatient that he couldn’t quite catch, although it made Worth laugh in agreement. Conrad rolled his head back on Lamont’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut again as he gave into the pure sensation, letting out a long moan, desperate. Under him, he knew his socks were sliding across the floor slowly, but he couldn’t care less, really. His mind was completely flooded with the singular thought of getting off, and that’s just what his hips were working for, his hands gripping Lamont more roughly to keep him up while Worth worked his erection and Lamont just splaying his hands feeling all over his chest under his pushed-up shirt, his glasses slipping off the edge of his nose as he neared release, almost completely gone and, just a little more-- Conrad let out a groan of unadulterated want, pushing his head upright to see himself. Looking down, he noticed Worth’s hand had retreated with full knowledge he was almost there, making the vampire whine.

“Wh-why… why di-did you stop?” He panted, whining, hips still trying to get something, anything, for some kind of friction, hands working the material of Lamont’s shirt, gripping and un-gripping constantly in question. He struggled for a moment to keep his footing and he just slightly tilted his head, letting his glasses fall back into place, although they were still slightly askew.

“Because,” Worth said, giving him that wicked smirk that he completely despised. “Monty and I’ve got needs too, pup.” At that, he felt Lamont move, glancing up at Worth. “Ya gotta play or ya get no play.” As each word seemed to spill like acid from Worth’s lips, Lamont’s hands slowly made their way out of Conrad’s shirt, making him shiver from the lack of heat that he desperately wanted. He let his hands fall from Lamont’s back, drooping down to his sides as he slouched against him, wriggling slightly, feeling all too constricted and much too hot. He lazily pushed himself off Lamont, whose hands stayed at his waist, even as he turned around to face him.

“Shirt,” Conrad said, grabbing him by the black collar of the material he mentioned. “Get rid of it.”

“Ooh, feisty,” Lamont said with a soft laugh, giving him a wide smirk as his eyebrows lifted just slightly as well. “I like it.”

Conrad ignored the last comment, still panting faintly, turning to Worth, pointing at him with a glare. “That means you too, asshat.”

Worth smirked wickedly at him again, taking a step closer, so as to look down at him from right above him. “Make me.” Conrad growled in response.

“I like that idea much better.” They both looked back at Lamont, who was leaning back on the counter with his elbows. Lamont looked between them a quick moment, then gave that little laugh of his, that made Conrad turn back immediately, hands reaching forward quickly to cup his face, pulling him forward and off the counter slightly, pulling him into a rough kiss. Lamont let out a soft groan as he kissed back just as roughly, adding a little tongue into the mix. A few times, Conrad’s single pointed canine scraped Lamont’s tongue, drawing a little blood after a few scrapes. Worth grunted behind Conrad, his hands making their way to Conrad’s waist, thumbing there as he gave a low growl at the two. Conrad then pulled back from the kiss, leaving Lamont struggling slightly, trying to keep it going; he turned to Worth with Lamont’s saliva running down his lip, the man’s face still cupped in his hands.

“His pants,” he said, in an out-of-breath way, which he was, as he sucked in another breath before turning back to the Italian man, leaning back forward to connect their mouths. But, against Conrad’s command, Worth pushed Conrad’s shirt up, making Conrad pull back from another kiss to raise his arms, long enough for his shirt and argyle sweater to be thrown somewhere he didn’t care for because it wasn’t where he was, which was caught immediately back in another kiss. They kissed roughly again, tongues thrashing wildly as Worth reached around, rubbing his own erection into Conrad’s ass slightly, reaching for Lamont’s belt, which was quickly undone and pushed down with his pants.

Then Worth thrust against Conrad, pushing him into Lamont, who willingly accepted the weight sandwiched against the countertop, Worth’s hands across them both on the countertop while Lamont’s where exploring Conrad’s thighs, occasionally brushing his erection, not enough to start anything, but enough to make Conrad let out little noises into his mouth. Conrad’s hands, however, were perfectly busy as his mouth was, but instead working the buttons of Lamont’s shirt. Keeping in the kiss, Lamont removed his hands from Conrad’s inner thighs to shrug off his shirt, which fell back against the counter, until Worth tugged at it and Lamont pushed himself off the counter slightly, cupping Conrad’s face to get the kiss more intimate as Conrad’s were now around his neck, wrapped tightly and groping slightly at his back. What with Conrad against his hips, Lamont slowly worked into a grind through his underwear against the naked vampire, trying still to keep him closer. And it was working too, until Worth pushed his hand through Conrad’s hair, softly at first but in a flustering way to make the vampire gasp into the delivery man’s mouth, then tugged roughly, pulling his head back roughly, nearly making him squeal, Lamont trying once again to trail after his mouth, desperate to continue, but still rocking his hips.

“Don’t forget about me, ya faerie fag,” Worth growled, making Conrad growl in response as he relinquishing the grip on his hair so Conrad could turn around, although the vampire stayed pressed up against the other man, who pushed himself up slightly, hands finding their place on his hips once again as he tugged Worth in close, growling straight to his face, baring his teeth at him. He tore at the buttons of Worth’s jacket in a more animalistic way, pushing it off and away and throwing it uselessly aside, hips rocking both back against the Franco-Italian delivery man and forward against this med-school dropout, both men pushing back eagerly against him. He shivered slightly, cold and growing warm with just hot touches, peeling away the last layer between all their chests, the last between them all together as well, so all is just flesh, as Lamont had taken off his underwear sometime in between, Conrad couldn’t recall.

Worth gave a low growl at Conrad, a growl to stop, before bending over to his jacket, another fur-lined abomination, fishing out a small bottle with a pop-cap, which he flicked open quickly, turning back to the other two with a wide grin. He flipped the bottle upside-down, squeezing some out onto his palm, before moving back to Conrad with a wicked smile, grabbing his dick roughly, stroking even more roughly, enough to elicit a small cry melded in with a moan from him. Lamont took the tube then, squeezing some out onto his palm easily before rubbing it in his palm with his fingertips, giving a small laugh, perhaps of nervousness, or at the lube itself, Conrad couldn’t be sure. Whatever it was, he was stroking himself, since Conrad was busy gripping the everything and nothing while Worth lathered him. Lamont finished quickly since he wasn’t one to taunt himself, and pressed his lubed fingers up to Conrad’s entrance, making Conrad twitch forward towards Worth’s hand, who was now rubbing him in nearly an affront, some sort of odd taunt, but, slowly, Conrad pressed backwards on his fingers, resisting thrusting towards Worth’s hand now, much to Worth’s disappointment, although he continued with his little game to lather Conrad.

Two slicked fingers made their way into Conrad’s ring of muscle, and he couldn’t help but twitch slightly at the new feeling, although his mind was particularly concentrated more on his dick being stroked down than his ass. The vampire shut his eyes tightly as Lamont spread his fingers, going into a scissoring motion, working Conrad loose. Though, the fingers were quickly retracted, making Conrad let out a soft sigh which was quickly sucked back in as Lamont pressed himself up against him and Worth positioned himself just above Conrad with a wide smirk and-- wait a minute, when did they get on the floor?

Lamont, on the bottom, held Conrad’s arms firmly as he pulled the smaller down on himself. And up above, Worth straddled Conrad’s waist, his grin wide on his lips with intent to go down without preparing himself or having Conrad do so. Conrad struggled a moment, trying to push himself onto Lamont while Worth settled on himself. He jerked and let out a hiss at the more-than-slightly awkward feeling of having Lamont inside him, and even more so released a groan as Worth came down on him, taking him in fully and without any real warning, to which Worth released a very pleased grunt as well, already beginning to ride him roughly before Lamont was even fully in. Lamont pushed in and pulled out slowly while Worth was just wild, and the awkward pace of both men made Conrad’s head spin, his head lulling back as he felt he couldn’t support himself, the sound of pounding, hot blood loud in his ears as both men finally came together roughly, Lamont thrusting in and Worth down on him. And the pace was set.

Hardly able to keep himself up, Conrad clutched him at Worth’s shoulders, pulling himself up slightly to a more comfortable position than laying back against Lamont while the man was thrusting into him, and he buried his face into the crook of the doctor’s neck. He could feel the heated blood pulse beneath the skin as Worth rode him, the scent of his skin strong with built lust and sex and sweat. With a moan, Conrad bared his fangs, quickly puncturing the skin of the blond’s neck, who gave a howling growl of pleasure and pain, riding him faster dryly. And, after that, Conrad’s mind was lost in a sea of red, the sweet, hot, fresh pumping blood making its way over his tongue and down his throat where it settled in his stomach, filling him to the core with pleasure, enough that he never released he came hard, his thrusts to both men turning feral as he did, but still his mind was wrapped around the blood filling his delighted stomach. Not even the grunts of the other men distracted him as he fed, even when Worth came on his stomach, giving groans and growls of pure, unadulterated pleasure, or when Lamont came inside him. All the pressure built up with the pleasure, and Conrad felt himself grow dizzy, the room seeming to spin around him even as his mouth still clung to Worth, trying to get more of wanted his hunger called for.

When Conrad would wake up, he’d of course think it was a dream, especially because he woke up in his bed, wrapped up in blankets that settled around him comfortingly in a cocoon. He’d believe it until he would move, and find that note on his nightstand telling him that he owed Lamont nothing, as well as a thank you, next to which was a poorly scrawled heart - probably Worth’s doing. And that would be when he would collapse back on his bed, finding himself too bloody sore and hardly able to stand and cursing his life even if he wasn’t really alive.

"Well, shit."

>>51179

...So today at work I randomly got a craving for a threesome like woah.

This has just made my night, forever. It's just exactly what I wanted earlier. <3333

>>51179

again....I.FUCKING.LOVE.YOU....Gneee

>>51143 >>51179
THIS. Unf unf

So, checked up on my hinabn sims after leaving them alone for a while.
Hanna and Toni are dating. I'm surprisingly okay with this. Zombie has disappeared from the town. Best of all, Worth and Conrad hooked up on their own. Seriously.

>>51179

THIS

>>51122

Hanna gang bang= DO WANT.

>>51289 Seconded!

>>51289
Thirded so hard. nnngghh

Sketched for the IRC. Someone requested evil!Ples/Abner.

Sorry for anatomy!fail, but I thought it was funny, in a cracky way.

Also, it should be noted that the slutty maid uniform was part of the request.

>>51237
Uncanny! (also hella rad)

does anyone by any chance have pictures of the Comic Con exclusive pins? I'd at least like to know what I'm missing. I'm feeling kinda jipped in general, 'cause I was in the con area and saw people with new HINABN merch, but nothing was announced before the con.

ANYONE WANNA GET ON PAINTCHAT NOW LOVES?

First time I can deliver something more or less decent >U I made this for Devious.
I hope at least one of you enjoys it?

HAVE SOME FAGGOTRY<3

Drawfags need requests.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1jIXYz7e38&feature=channel

Listen to that, then draw me a Ples fresh out of the salon.

>>51339

Awesome.

>>51339
Fuck.
I was JUST drawfagging that. I feel jipped. LOFL.




Also, if you all really want, I can do a Hanna gangbang... Who's getting gangbanged ? Hanna ?
Maybe that's why he hides his past ? D: jkwtf is this.

Lastly, in the works currently is young!ConWorth & then something with Abner.

>>51397
>I can do a hanna gangbang...

DOOOO EEEEEET! D:<

odd request for anons out there.

Anyone have the pictures Tess put up on her DA journal when she was polling for which design to put on the T-shirt???

>>51404
OKAY I WILL JUST TELL ME WHOOO. D8<


>>51416
Uhm. I have it. How should I get it to you if ya want it ?

>>51421

Just post them here

>>51422

yeah what they said. LOL.

>>51422
>>51423

Whatever rubs your Buddha.

>>51421

CAS AND FINAS GANGBANGING HANNA, THAT WAS MY REQUEST

>>51424

Aw man, I really like C1 and D.

>>51424

thank you so so much!!! <33

Saw this on DevianTart and my heart exploded from cuteness. If it's yours, CONGRATS YOU ARE AMAZING.

Well... They had them in the Boostle thread...

>>51451
That is pretty goddamn cute. But at the end, oh god, alive!Zombie lets go of the wheel and then CRAAASSHHH and shit I'm sorry it's pretty early in the morning over here.

>>51454
This made me giggle.

Sage because I need to go to fucking bed, my head is empty.

>>51457

made the wierdest noise as I drank coffee and read this at the same time. I almost choked and died because of you anon.

>>51457
lmao these are amazing

>>51457
Oh god lmfao

>>51457 >>51454
lol

>>51471
I decided that Veser calls him Mr. T as well.

Sage for srsly these are silly.

>>51472
in other news this old-ass browser won't let me delete posts when I fuck them up

>>51457>>51471>>51473

Guys, I love you.
I laughed so hard.

Has the irc commited ritual suicide as they all do, or just taken a personal dislike to my uncouth ways and booted me out?

>>51473

"I'm a shark."

YES.

Yes Ziggy, IRC is dead. AGAIN. Pony kicked me out also.

>>51492

IRC is giving me bullshit, too. Grrr.

Any way we can get the IRC chat working again?

Go here till Noora gets on and makes it go.

http://mibbit.com/?channel=%23hinabn&server=irc.mibbit.net

>>51451

Oh god, Zombie Hanna scares the ever living fuck outta me.

Well, as long as we're all posting ridiculously silly shit, I have a little something for any Dead of Night AU fans (I was late to the party on that one but goddamn is it addictive). Her doodle of Worthbat looked oddly familiar to me, and I realized I'd seen him before. He's a hoary bat. They come complete with fur collar and dark spots under their eyes. So I found this absolutely perfect picture of one and couldn't resist a little shopping.

http://www.doink.com/clips/skrinkle/1017318/messin-with-conrad

Crappy homage to Conrad, for anyone interested. -snicker-

>>51512

OH GOD THIS MAKES BOTH MY ZOOLOGY DEGREE AND INNER FANGIRL SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF


sage for lack of coherency.