5 men in my phone

A render I did a while ago. I like that it turned out more romantic and sensual than I originally planned. I'm still trying to figure out how to use his model properly in Blender.

The silver winged fiend 🤍

Interviewer: If Sylus and MC are both in danger, who would you save?

Luke and Kieran: Bossman.

Interview: ..why not MC?

Luke: Because Miss Hunter is the threat..

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Red eyes scoped you, "for what?" he said, the eye brow raise audible at this point.

"Nothing, what if I just want them to be my hench men."

He paused, white strands of hair swaying swinging softly in the AC air. "I was under the impression," he tilted his head, "they were already your personal henchmen."

It was your turn to emote — a pouted lip, only for jokes, and furrowed eyebrows, "No, you are my henchman. They just follow you around."

There was a long pause, the room tone overtaking comfortable silence. Then, something many viewed as a miracle happened. Sylus, leader of the Onychinus, laughed. Not for tease, nor for sarcasm. A true laugh. One that shook his shoulders and reverberated through his chest.

"Then you wouldn't need them, you have me."

There's a lot...

Ahhh chibis are not really good yet but okay. This going back made me realized I never really draw dragon kisses

Official Commisioned Art by Infold artist!

Rough translation for Xavier and Zayne MC says their names (their chinese names) "Shen Xinghui—— (followed by moans "aah")"

Same with Zayne's "Lí shen--" (followed by "aah")

For Rafayel's its something like:

"You humans...

Are you all like this,

leaving a "mark" on the things you like?" (Referring to love bites)

For Sylus its roughly like

"The shower here is not soundproof"

Fingers shoved down the front of your panties with just as much need as you feel. Two digits pressing into your entrance with the ease of familiarity, he's done this so many times before.

Your breathing is feathery light pants into his open mouth, a lingering whisper of his name laces itself around your tongue as he plunges two knuckles deep. He can't swallow the groan that follows, saliva dripping into your mouth as he kissing you sloppily.

Only parting as his fingers pull back half way, sliding together thoughtfully as he judges the consistency off of feeling alone. It's slick, stretching between his fingers and clinging to them, obscenely wet.