Many, many thanks to the wonderful, @shoegazerx for the beautiful art!! :3
Many thanks to my beta / sounding boards, @fragile-teacup @jadegreenworks and @thisismydesignhannibal for their help and support!
Thank you again to @desperatelyseekingcannibals for the original prompt that was chapter one!
(So, yes, technically this is chapter two, but I think it stands alone alright).
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Tristan cracked an eye when he heard the door. Galahad came in, clad only in his undershorts, his curls damp and his skin a dewy pink from his bath. He was beautiful. Spying the washbasin in the boy’s hands, he resigned himself to the indignity to come. He couldn’t help the smile that stole across his face.
“The nursemaid told me that you’re a horrible brat when she attempts to clean you up, but something tells me that you’ll be a good boy for me.”
“Who are you calling a boy, boy?”
“You, old man.” The insolent smile teased. “Come on, sit on the edge of the bed for me, love.”
Tristan’s heart stumbled and Galahad froze. Tristan quickly moved into position as though nothing were amiss, sparing the boy his attention for a moment. Galahad turned to place the basin on the table next to the bed. Tristan delighted at the redness of his ears but held his tongue. Carefully, Galahad soaked the sponge and slowly wrung it out. The dripping was loud in the room. When he finally turned around it was with a heavy exhale. He refused to meet Tristan’s eye.
Galahad worked quickly, but every touch was gentle. The sponge ghosted across Tristan’s shoulders, and water trickled down his chest and back. He shivered. The sponge chased the droplets as the boy leaned close. Tristan could feel the heat radiate from Galahad’s skin. He smelled like soap. Tristan ached to smell him, but resisted the urge to bury his face under his arm. Tristan just closed his eyes, waiting for Galahad to finish washing his back and step away. He jumped at the sudden plop of the sponge in the water. Galahad was staring him down.
“Just… out with it.”
“What?”
“The tease… Whatever joke you have desperately contained.”
Galahad dropped his gaze.
“What do you mean, pup?”
Softly, Tristan pressed a hand to Galahad’s cheek. He flinched.
“Come on, Tristan, just say whatever you have to say.”
“Look at me.”
Tag: nsfw
Hannigram? Hannigram.
yet another commission guys ♥
this time it’s hannigram for the lovely @ofgoldenblood (◕‿◕✿)
it was a challenge, but it was great!)
thank you for a chance to work on something so interesting ❤
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“Tarte aux fraises”
Have a nice day!I’m going on vacation for two weeks… in Greece. I can’t draw new illustrations in these 2 weeks. I’m sorry
– You must take it Will.
My favorite kink
Spanking))))))
“Do you understand me at all?”
The man shook his head. Adam held out his hand and patted his chest with his other hand, “I’m Adam.”
“Tonny.” His hand was big and calloused, his knuckles scared. There were more tattoos peeking under his sleeves.
“Do you speak any English?”
Tonny shrugged and smiled, immediately closing his mouth and covering crooked pointy teeth. Adam was charmed, Tonny was embarrassed. Adam knew he shouldn’t be; those fangs were part of his appeal.
“I suppose the real question then, Tonny, is do you speak dick?”
By the way his face went pink and his eyes wide, Adam knew he did. Tonny took a drag from his cigarette and held the pack out to Adam, offering him one. Maybe this night was going to go better than he thought.
“Well since I know that you understand more English than you let on, I’d like to ask where you were headed?” Adam tugged at his scarf and revealed a bit of his throat to the cold. Tonny’s eyes went to that patch of skin right away. Oh, this would do nicely. “And if you need to be there right away?”
Adam thought for a moment that Tonny might just nod again. Instead he cleared his throat and tossed the rest of his cigarette into the road.
“No, not right away.” His accent was thick, his voice husky and deep.
There was another brief flash of teeth behind plush, bowed lips. Tonny had an old scar to the bridge of his nose, and Adam glanced at the ones on his knuckles again. He looked dangerous. Adam had a history of making poor choices, and taking home this stranger who obviously knew his way around a fight was pretty high on the list of questionable decisions. Tonny smiled again and the tips of those pointy teeth hit the light. Adam wondered how good they would feel nipping at his shoulder as he fucked him. If his prick wasn’t interested before it was now.
“Good, I live close.”
Series Rec: Basic Pusher by @hotsauce418
And all my wastelands flower… – a lovely anon requested some time ago Hannigram “cuddling, flushed and in love” but I went a little further ❤ I hope you see this dear anon!
I have just one more request left and I will make sure this batch will end with a bang! + I updated my rewards tier on Patreon – now you can have access to everything and prompt me for $13!
Hannigram kiss
“Do’t get lost in your reality, Will!”
Two demons
Mostly reblogs and random words 