#nsfwish?

[yooo-lets-go]

He can’t talk right now, he’s doing hot girl shit

[jellolegos]

a successful day

[infamous-if]

I was just rereading the patreon Q&A and when Vic goes “We don’t know MC well enough to add a third” Im just thinking of G sweating considering they get to fuck the MC the fastest with the LEAST amount of time to get to know them

G, basically:

[emmaneiiain]

recent wolnpc works. like usual (:

[tf2-oneshots]

Hey! You did that fic about *cough cough* Medic "appreciating Heavy's figure".

I'm wondering, what about Heavy? What does he see when he looks at Medic? I might mean this request in the sfw way but do what you'd like! No pressure ofc

(Also, love your one-shots, old men cuddling yes.)

Thank you! lets see what he means!

Warnings: nudity

Rating: Mature

To call Medic handsome is an understatement. No, the doctor goes beyond simple words like handsome and attractive. He’s the morning sun after a blizzard. He’s the first raindrop before a storm. Medic is a bewitching man you see in a crowd and helplessly chase after. He cannot be confined to just words. Heavy knows how the doctor hates to be confined.

His genius knows no bounds, and if it finds one? It knocks it down. Heavy has watched in awe as Medic defiles the human body and molds it to his liking. Rewiring and replacing and reinventing. Challenging God and evolution in one fell swoop. Only Medic could mix gills and lungs during that one contract out at sea. Reversing evolution just to force it forward once more the very next day.

Heavy turns in bed to face the doctor. His doctor. The one who claimed him the moment they laid eyes on each other. Yes, he recalls the memories fondly. Fleeting touches to the arms, lingering gazes in battle, how they always wound up next to one another. Not even a year into the job, and Heavy found himself at his door with flowers. A bewitching man indeed.

If he were asked to describe Medic’s body, Heavy would crush whoever asked such an invasive question. Medic is no prude, but what lies beneath his lab coat and slacks is reserved for Heavy. Gray hairs curl against scarred flesh. His sensitive areolas stark against the warm skin tone. The Russian shudders when he thinks about how those massive thighs have constrained his neck. Not that he protested. Right when the last bit of oxygen fades away, Heavy is freed to take much needed breaths. Even now, beneath their bedsheets, Medic lays nude. A grand display of Heavy’s greatest temptation.

“Misha? Are you awake?” Comes a groggy voice. Medic stretches with a groan and rubs his eyes. His cold hand cups Heavy’s face, bringing him into a chaste kiss. Heavy lays his hand atop Medic’s to warm it.

“Da. Heavy is awake.” They move in close, bare chests pressed together. Medic trails a hand along Heavy’s love handles before stopping at his hips. He looks up, waiting for a nod or indication to continue. Instead, he receives a kiss to the forehead.

“Doktor is…more than words describe.” He’s a temptation of lust and greed. Heavy wants Medic all to himself. His cackle, his beauty, his charm that ropes in the unsuspecting. Everything about the man that brought Heavy here; in Medic’s bed with their nude bodies touching.

“Oh, Misha, you romantic.” Even if Heavy can’t word exactly how he feels about the man, Medic already knows. He’s poked around his brain enough times to figure out what makes it tick. He brings Heavy into another kiss before sitting upright in their bed.

“Let’s have breakfast.” Right, it was another day of work. Still, as Medic stepped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, Heavy didn’t just see a man. He saw a God, a visionary, a forbidden fruit he so eagerly bit into. He sees Medic, and he sees a man he worships.

[randall-lloyd]

bad news guys. this is the best thing I've ever drawn.

[cloudgothdude]

Wanna join her for a swim?

[mimikyufriend]

I'm scared I'm so scared

[darkcatsfireart]

Elatha, god of the Hound Moon

Rarely called the lonely prince, or Voideyes, but most know Elatha as Hound, forever chasing the twin Moon Dancers across the cosmos. His Aunts, who are his superiors and are quite cruel to the weak, small moon god, have to literally summon him most of the time, making Elatha's debt endless to them. There is nothing he can do that would earn his freedom from that debt, so they force him to do things for them that are borderline dangerous, often humiliating, abusive, and keeps him under their control. Very few mortals know him as more then Hound, due to his Aunts refusing to allow him to be in any other shape but his hound one, in public.

Elatha is very lonely, when he's not summoned to the Palace, he's stuck in a realm connected to his moon, and only has the company of two loyal hounds granted to him by his mother and a rabbit from his father before his parents left him to his Aunt's care (they still are alive but they have very little connection to their son and are very busy and distant). As such Elatha tends to daydream a lot, and read every single romance novel he can.

[singularsoldier]

The mercs are my prized hounds and they will NOT stop humping each other

[atrial-ofhorror-if]

I have no idea why this gargoyle sex scene is so hard to write but I will prevail ☝🏿☝🏿☝🏿☝🏿!!

[freak-freedom]

i don't think i had any interest in sex when i was a creature. it just didn't really cross my mind

[undyingmedium]

✍ Aliza :)

"Are the other gods really okay with having a sex dungeon in a shared temple?

Signed, a curious sinner."

[neg-im]

Help

[blogofcowardice]

btas riddler is 1000% a dom. no I will absolutely NOT elaborate.

[abri-chan]

I Rate Bleach Male Characters

4. Szayel Aporro Granz (Melone is that you? 👀)

Two words: penis hole.

What kind of sins did this man commit in his previous life to deserve his hollow hole right down in the middle of his crotch?

Wait! JoJo part 5 ends in 2001, Bleach starts in 2001; he is Melone reincarnated as a hollow! And he can even transform into a snake. Now I know what sins he has committed.