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so this Road to El Dorado AU from Patreon

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body swap from Patreon

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Tried something new here with the colors, in like… it’s all one layer orz……. 

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Slowly but surely getting through requests. I’ll do as many as I can!

As for this one, Roadhog’s design was a little too complicated for me, so I chickened out of drawing his whole outfit. But on the plus side, topless pig man! Extra squish.

Bonus JunkHog (RoadRat?) because boy howdy these fellas are cute.

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I miss them

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🤧🤧🤧

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sketch lines for the comm wip cuz he cute and terrible

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hmm...Demon!Rat sub bondage with priest!Roadie having him on a leash? >_>;

This is extremely targeted towards my interests

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The leather was smooth as he let it slide between his fingers, a sinuous snake.  It was well worn from constant use, any stiffness it had once had had been worked out until it felt like a second skin.  The confessional was dark and silent, and a little cramped.  Only because Junkrat was kneeling between his thighs, head bobbing up and down, sucking his cock silently. 

The door on the other side of confessional opened and someone stepped inside and took a seat.  Mako could only see a a silhouette through the mesh window.  The person was silent for a moment before muttering, “In the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit.  It has been…two years since my last confession.”

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Have a hog getting flustered about a rat 🐖💛🐀

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Plump Titti

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A set of matching stickers im making for me and gab ( @darkmoontheboi ) <3 <3

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When you forget your lighter.

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" hoggie, c'mere 'n get on top, if i die i die. "

-Junkrat

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"Holy Dooley! Tell me: what was the size of the crater you left when you dropped out of heaven?"

- Junkrat in an attempt to flirt with Roadhog.

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ever feel touch starved?