Sometimes I Think About This Screenshot And The Immediate Thought That Comes To Mind Is "I Need To Make

Sending this off-anon because at first I accidentally hit the unfollow button in the midst of trying to send this, EMBARRASSED AS HELL

ANYWAY. I don't have anything super concrete to pitch with this, but I've been thinking about Medic's boots lately and I feel like in one regard or another you fired a beam at me. Genuinely thought about grinding down against them and I've been stuck in such a deep flustered fog for the past 40 minutes.

he knows what he's doing. the whore :D

So everyone talks about praise kink right? But I think there's something to be said for a reassurance kink.

"That's it, you're doing it right, darling, don't worry."

Any guidance through even the simplest of tasks.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Feeling weight, like a hand resting on a shoulder or thigh.

Making eye contact and getting a smile and nod back that says, you're doing great, keep going.

Being hushed or swayed while receiving back rubs.

Being fully surrounded by their body while they say, "it's okay now, I'm here, you're safe."

my favourite tumblr phenomenon

people always talk about makeup sex and angry sex but how about comfort sex? just holding one hands while they kiss you softly all over your body. every kiss partnered with sweet praise and compliments. gentle bites on your thighs. each touch is just so soft against your skin as though you were an angel that had fallen just for them.

I love the imagery of a man who’s been freshly ravished. His shirt half-buttoned and his clothes in disarray. His neck speckled with lipstick stains. His hair a bedridden mess from fingers and pillows. His legs shaking as he stumbles from the bedroom, flushed in the face.

being called sweetheart, angel, doll, love, or darling by an older man>>>>>>>>>>>>>

im gonna say something and we all have to be normal about it ok . ok?

Want to be pinned to the wall with their lips on my neck as they fuck me nice and slow with their fingers

"You make me feel safe" after fucking the soul out of her. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Does they have any idea how often I think about the idea of just. him trailing his hands within you, inside you in another literal sense? The pads of his fingers giving a heightened sense of sensitive shock in a manner akin to hands grazing the inner thighs?

The intimacy not only in the trust alone, but in the marvel of how he holds your heart in his hands. His lips press to yours as he cradles your heart almost reverently, something that pleads for you to be closer even as you find yourself in a proximity you hadn't thought possible.

He surrounds you truly and wholly now, and god are you craving to sink into it.

There's a comment I think about all the time about vivisection/surgery being an act of body worship from Medic, and genuinely I feel like that clicked something into place I didn't even realize I had the pieces for before.