Yea Okay Angry Sex This, Jealous Sex That, But What Abt Giggly Sex. What About The Excitement And The

such an obedient guard dog

Sight

[semi-linked to this]

You reach the office door sooner than you intend to, quieter than you expect to. You see him.

You see the way he strokes himself with a rhythm that shows the signs of growing erratic soon, his free hand shaking as it drops from his mouth and grips the arm of his chair…

…you shouldn't be watching this. Something tells you to step back, turn around and go the way you came, to pretend you hadn't seen him in the first place. Rarely did the man ever seem to be granted a chance of privacy, he deserved this indulgence more than anyone--

The notion comes to a halt, sends a deep spark of warm shock through your veins when you catch the furrow of his brow, the tint to his cheeks in the glow of moonlight as, with a gasp of a breath, he moans your name.

Oh.

His free hand shoots back up to muffle his mouth as your name fades to a whimper on his tongue. His head tilts back just so as his hand curls to a fist, knuckles pressed to his lips and neck bare enough to catch his Adam's apple…fuck, he's beautiful like this, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, slacks down to his knees, his waistcoat and shirt unbuttoned just enough to keep his heaving chest from straining against the fabric, hair tussled and sweat along his brow as he pants…

The heat carries itself to you. Fuck. Shit. You feel the need to get out of here before you risk embarrassing both of yourselves--

"Gott, du fühlst dich göttlich…"

Fuck. Shit.

from The Fran Lebowitz Reader

she gets it

I'll be honest, I watched Emesis Blue before actually Getting into Team Fortress 2, but I already knew Medic was carnally desired by the community. And even back then, I could see the appeal. Been rewatching it in smaller doses with my partner, and man, man, I'm an Engiefucker (would take Scout's place in the torture room in a heartbeat 🥴), but Medic is HOT in that movie.

I hope he clasps his hands in front of his chest, pretty lips bitten into blood by his pearly whites, shimmering wet eyes directed to the sky, as he grunts and gasps through his teeth. Hope he sniffles, and his voice starts out as a creaky whimper, before his mouth drops open with a moan, his cross cradled by his ample chest that rises and falls at such a fast pace, it's like it'll burst open if a starved gasp for air and a frantic pump of his heart sync up just right. Defile that man, taint him, make him shoot ropes into the air as he averts his eyes shamefully, but never actually asks you to stop ravishing his body, the filthy little sinner he is.

Or, y'know, just take him out to dinner. Treat him to something nice. :-з

- Penis Anon.

I could make this holy man into a whimpering sinner that's ashamed of how much he adores to be tainted with lust or i can wrap my arms around him and make him feel comfort he hadn't felt in a very long time.

Very small underrated moment in Emesis Blue (at least to me) is Fritz taking off his gloves with his teeth when we see him come back for the first time. Genuinely that always flusters me so bad and I don't even know how to pin why.

I almost feel like this is tame for an ask to send here, but every horny thought I have linked to this is currently unable to be formed eloquently. But it must be said that I Need Him.

it makes me fixate on his teeth and generally invokes the visual of him sinking his teeth into...something else makes me so unhinged

Want to be laid down and worshipped. Want kisses trailed all over my skin, praise whispered against my lips. Want them to take their time with me, making me melt and fall apart beneath them

nobody understands 'cringe culture is dead' better than self shippers tbh. if you're willing to draw yourself getting railed by your favorite character than you're living your true authentic life more than most people could even dream of

i've been staring at this for an hour, does this actually look like medic

Doctors recommend you have two of these a day!

shoves two fingers in your mouth