Getting Crushed In-between Heavy And Medic. Call It A Sandvich-[GUNSHOTS]

ALSO. Me again. I sent the “I need to ride Fritz Ludwig” ask too but I failed to mention that what sparked that want in the first place was (quietly, I only really noticed this instance after my second rewatch) when we see him wake up at his desk; something about the lighting, the thought of, in another sort of scenario, either you riding him in his chair haloed by the moonlight, or you sitting on top of his desk while he kneels before you and takes you in his mouth.

The BIGGEST thing that sparked the realization was on my first rewatch when I got to the elevator scene. I both am and am not sorry, but genuinely there’s something to the thought of riding him in the elevator that always gets me, the dim flickering light shrouding you.

okay i havent thought of the elevator scene that way but honestly the way he was posing in it...

why did he have to look hot when in distress-

i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

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.

i love you to the bone

b+w version and crop under the cut !!

me when emesis blue medic-

you are so real for that

i need him tied up with his own rosary, whimpering, shaking, knowing that once he feels my touch he can never go back to his old god because he belongs to me now and i’m the one he’ll worship

i’d kiss him hard, running my tongue along his sharp teeth and pushing my thigh between his, feeling him moan into my mouth at the slightest friction because he’s been untouched for so long and fuck, he’s so sensitive

i want to hear his stuttering gasps when i push inside him, feel the shock run through his body when i find the spot where it feels best and hit it over and over just to watch his brain melt

god i would edge him for so long, promise him that he’ll still be holy just so long as he doesn’t come, his face dripping tears and his cock dripping pre as he struggles to hold it together under my unforgiving hands and mouth

inspired by this piece by @gammagroove

This is the blog that made me realize I have a hierophilia kink in some regard or another. I’m shaking you.

I need to be on my knees before a priest and press a kiss to his cock with the weight of worship before I take him in my mouth. I need him with one hand braced against the altar as if to ground himself, voice breathy yet heady as he breathes out prayers of forgiveness all the while I feel his free hand start to brush back my hair. I need him to lose himself in the haze of his lust and thrust into my mouth but catch himself near immediately, a hot sense of guilt bleeding into the rush of pleasure that only grows when he feels how I moan against him, I need him to barely bite back the moan that comes to him as he lifts his hand from the altar to press his palm to his lips.

I need to make a priest struggle in real time to contain his deepest desires as i kiss the tip of his cock. I need him to hold my head with one hand and a rosary against his face with the other. I need-

Summer Medics for yall, cos I hate the heat and needed to project that onto my favorite doctors. Red is havung it worse and will die of heatstroke before he finishes that popsicle.

hey. sorry for calling you "my subject" at your family dinner. i'm not sure if i meant it in a princess way or a scientist way but either way it was definitely a sex thing for me

making slow passionate love with your f/o on a cold stormy day, safe inside from the chill and wind with only dull light and the heat of your bodies to warm you. on the ground, only the sound of the pouring rain just beyond the walls and greyed windows as they kiss you fiercely, feel you all over, grind on you into the floor... you can't get enough of each other. you only speed up as you both get ready to cum together, but once just isn't enough. by the time you're done, the storm has passed ♡