Howdy, It’s Dog Anon, I Need To Suck On Medics Tits. That’s All.

Finally had the chance to listen to the BLU Team audio, and god the whole thing took me out but I can't stop thinking about Medic's segment.

Something about the small check-up he gives before progressing, how casual yet careful he is as he gives you another shot of the aphrodisiac. And, listen, him mentioning almost giving himself one before admitting he'd probably have skipped the turn order? That was hot, I'm sorry; something about how his patience only makes his desire for you so much stronger.

Literally something about his praise hits different and I can't pin it. Maybe it's the way it practically comes to leave him like a prayer towards the end. Maybe it's the awareness that he knows how flustered it makes you, that light teasing mixed with his complete sincerity, the small teasing edge gradually caving apart as his release gets closer.

His MOANS. HIS GODDAMN MOANS. HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO-- The way he practically gasps out a moan when he enters you, how his desire is so overwhelming that he practically moans with every breath that leaves him. Something about how close he is to you too, how he seems to be so close to the crook of your neck and practically moaning in your ear.

How he TEASES. How you can almost feel the breathless grin in his voice as he talks about future evenings and possible experiments, and just how he knows it excites you because he feels you clench around him but wants to hear you say it.

GOD. HIS FUCKING WHIMPERS. How when he gets close to his release, his words leave him in breathless pauses and whimpers. How he almost seems to hold you closer to him as he whimpers in the crook of your neck, how each last thrust brings his pitch higher in the pleasure of it before he cums inside of you. That's fucking hot as hell and also maybe made me have to stifle a moan, what the FUCK.

And the way he says "good girl" to you over something as small as drinking water or not flinching over getting a shot. Sort of like he wants to praise you in anyway over anything because he cares and also know the praise would fluster you- OUGHGH

And the sounds he makes during it. His composure and mild teasing breaking with each thrust until at the end where he is just gasping and whimpering praises to you. The sounds he makes when he reaches climax and cums in you goddamn.

Also the proposal for heavy to join in a later encounter and talking about how to position you for it, almost as though he's deep in thought over it and is kind of rambling due to being lost in the fantasy. I really like heavy too so im definitely biased.

Genuinely there’s also something about the thought of Fritz slipping into saying dirty talk in German in the midst of that worship that makes me just fall apart no matter what. Such sinful praise and heavenly filth as his thrusts grow more uneven.

YOUR LOVE IS LIKE B A D MEDICINE

B A D MEDICINE IS WHAT I NEED

Pinup Medic, both red and blue ❤️💙

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I’m not looking for absolution,

Because I found myself an old solution.

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Wanna do some heavy breathing with him

(yes I made a Tiktok just for this edit)

*unzipping your pants* so like do you think the universe crafted your soul to merge with mine? *pulls them down* like do you think you’re made to inevitable be mine? *looks up at you with my mouth full* hm?

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-