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Fanart for this amazing blog.
Showering’s kinda useless when the water’s polluted to shit and you’re so coated and caked in grime and the body fluids of your victims it might as well be a second skin.
LINEART AND SKETCHBLOGGING FOR RAE
jFC WOMAN MAKE U P YOUR MIND
TELL ME UPFRONT
EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT FROMME
It was always the same.
Once-ler would grunt and huff as he tugged and yanked at his Lusus, soft whines humming up his throat like a small song strung with ‘please’ and ‘not yet’. He wouldn’t let up until Armdad bled a mighty sigh of defeat and allowed the young troll to guide large velvet-encased hands with his own smaller ones. He drug them against his horns, between his legs, over his clothes – which Armdad took care to begin unbuttoning one by one, piece by piece, before Once-ler grew impatient and hastily ripped them apart.
With that kind of attitude being thrown at him, his Lusus got the point, a deep growl thundering from the shadows as one hand smoothed over Once-ler’s side, the other sliding its middle finger along the damp slit of his nook. Armdad let out a low exhale when Once-ler gasped, his hand gripping the one on his chest as the tip of a bright green bulge slipped out. “You’re incorrigible, wriggler.”
Sharp teeth gnawed at a lower lip as the troll arched into his Lusus’ hands, uncaring that one wrong squeeze, one careless move could easily crush his bones. His hornbeds were buzzing along with the constant roll of a purr in his chest, bulge curling and squeezing around Armdad’s thumb as genetic material dripped between Once-ler’s quivering thighs. “♪♫ Ah, ahhn! ♪♫” He let his mouth drop open so a delighted melody of moans and purrs and sighs spilled past his lips. They quirked at the corner in a bare half-smile, knowing and teasing as his gloved fingers dug into the meat of his leg. “♪♫ Then why don’t you,” he splintered off in a groan when a fingertip dipped inside his nook, smile slipping as his bulge tightened with a wet squelch and his brow furrowed in pleasure, “stop ♪♫”
Not a question.
A dare.
With a snort, Armdad moved the finger lodged inside the troll in small circles, causing him to jerk forward with a violent, trembling gasp. His Lusus stroked his thumb down the bumps of Once-ler’s spine, pushing gently into his lower back to get him to arch forward again. A fresh spill of bright green splashed onto his palm before Armdad raised that same hand, tugging his thumb free from Once-ler’s bulge, and slipped a material-coated finger between his parted lips. “Hush.”
Again, drabble written by ms. amazing over here
some more trollax because dang, emi
fuckin armdad handporn
His arms were sore and his neck was rubbed raw but as usual, stop was not a word that Once-ler ever gave a thought to. Such a feeble little notion was always overshadowed by bigger, better things like more, more, more. He bucked his hips into the gloved hands on him, jerking his own against the thneed binding them, more out of frustration than actually wanting freedom. “Hurry up old timer, damn!”
White smoke streamed past the lips of a shadowed figure, leaving one word to hang beneath a small artificial sky, “Patience.”
“Fuck patience!” Once-ler lifted his head, squinted one blue eye as he glared down at the figure. You’d think he’d be pissed about not seeing the guy, but he preferred it like this. Big business had no face - it was power and title and that’s just what he liked. That’s just what he wanted. “Fast, here, now - that’s how I roll, so get with the program or I’m gonnAH!” His head flew back again, smacking rather painfully against the floor as those gloves gave him one rough stroke through the cloth of his underwear.
The figure rubbed his thumb along the outline of Once-ler’s erection, pulsing and needy as he reached over to yank at the boy’s tie, forcing him up a bit. His cigar bobbed slightly as he spoke, “You really have no business ordering me about.” He let the tie slide from his fingers, slipping them downward to roll a pink nipple beneath his thumb before pinching it tightly. “I don’t want your mouth open unless it’s around a shout.”
Once-ler’s legs jerked out of reaction, toes curling in his socks. God, he hated it when that fuck rhymed. Mostly because it was starting to rub off on him. “Shut up,” he growled.
Chuckling, the figure plucked his cigar from his mouth, running his other hand along the soft inside of Once-ler’s thigh. “You’re going to burn out quick with an attitude like this, you know.” He tapped the cigar, red and gray ashes sprinkling down over freckled skin before he pressed the hot end against it in a long, drawn out ssss.
The gasp might as well have been ripped from Once-ler’s throat. His numbing fingers clenched into fists as his back arched sharply, pain slicing through his nerves and feeling more like pleasure than it should. “Who cares,” he rasped, brow furrowing over blue eyes rolled back and a grin that was slanted and far too wide. “I’ll burn out blazing.”
Fic written by my amazing moirail okay U_U
uhh more 1972/2012 Oncest cuz i can wow
elfierae answered your question: Give me Once-ler or Strider-related suggestions
» hahaha -is the oddball out- strider fight cest? maybe… alphadave to beta dirk?? *_*my hand slipped
then tumbled down 40 flights of stairs
right into a pit of aged strider brothers rubbin on each other
a commission i did for lindystar i really..like
i love excuses to do gore/guro keheheh
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