Don't Imagine Medic Patting You Down, Assessing Your Build, Gently Pinching Handfuls Of Your Thighs And

medic dirty talking but he ends up saying shit like "penetrating the erogenous zone"

I need to archive my strange robo art somewhere, why not tumblr

yea okay angry sex this, jealous sex that, but what abt giggly sex. what about the excitement and the pure joy in that. where he’s on top of you and kissing you and but it’s difficult for your lips to connect because the both of you are smiling too hard & he pulls back, giving you a breathless laugh and and and i would just like to say, as corny as it sounds, that’s making love right there

Sometimes I look at Fritz and I get the feeling that he'd be the type to cum from having you grinding down against him in his lap and making out with him. And every time I think about it, that want grows stronger.

Ignore me i just had to get this sketch out of my system

I need to ride Fritz Ludwig so bad.

Just. Something about the image of me haloed by whatever light there may be as I straddle him, how I can feel the way his cock pulses inside me as he looks up at me with a gaze of pure worship. That light almost seeming brighter, warmer, as he takes me into an impassioned kiss and his hands on my hips come to encourage me to bounce on his cock.

Oh the halo imagery got me acting unwise

hey i haven't been here in a month anyways casts medic on you

Full on Pillowfort and Bluesky

I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.

His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--

His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.

me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need:

squeezing his tits like fidget toys because im stressed #stimming