#commissar oc

[skullivander]

Honestly, the combat part of his job is probably easier than playing mediator between soldiers who are forced to live together for months on end.

[thegoatfatherofnukes]

Kriemhild and the one thing that can bring a genuine smile of joy to her. Shame she's on a hyper-arctic planet and the idea of drinking a cold drink when already cold is No Good.

art by the excellent @skullivander

[dog-girlowo]

Puppy finished him

[skrimpss]

Go my evil tboy commissar that i could only find like 2 drawings of in any form of clothes lol bunch of doodles of various seriousness

[ashleeabutton]

Do You Actually Want It?

Really took on some straight up hand anatomy with this sketch which is a HUGE step for me personally. Shout out to my moot @cawyden-gaming for keeping my quotes correct ✌️

[noxyboi]

I have been sick (Praise nurgle) so i haven’t drawn much, but I kinda? Finished my plague marine boi he has a name now :) Meet naeloth from before and after corruption and a bonus Mortarion with flowers too along with a new commissar oc named lucky

[shayc]

gentle

[jaghatai-khock]

Sacha Snippet (Smut/Fluff)

@undeaddream @slaaneshsleftovergender @belovedhades @platinummice @druidwolf21 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @thisuserislilsilly @finchly-tintinnabulation @mortuarywriting @wolf-feathers12 @echo-of-damnation @jackalwolfsoul @riokunova @the-sharena-draculea @xx-rabidpossum-xx

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Sacha Volkov found the Lord Captain Lazarus Von Valancius to be a strange man. He was bold as most pirates tended to be, his reputation proceeding him. Theodora had low expectations for him, Sacha could remember that. She had picks she favored above him, but, the Emperor had different ideas. He missed Theodora, despite some of her harsher tendancies. She'd been kind to him. Lazarus was more relaxed, he'd rather speak with the people than enforce as he should, his lax attitude left him vulnerable, and Sacha was not keen on allowing harm to befall him. He was his Equerry after all, meant to ensure the weight of his duties did not crush him. He managed his schedule to the best of his ability, but Lazarus was prone to wandering, to brushing off a scheduled lunch or dinner with Nobles just to spend extra time with his retinue.

None of it would be worth it if he didn't love Laz so much. He took a breath, and closed his eyes as he finished another stack of reports. The cigar dangling from his lip had burned down to a stub, and he regretfully put it out in the ash tray. He was trying to quit, but the stress made it difficult to cut them out completely. He leaned his cheek on his fist and sighed, tilting his head back up so he could rub his temples, ">Tsk<" He hissed before looking up as his door opened.

Lazarus stood there, holding a tray with food, "My Sacha, are you still working reports?" He asked, entering and setting the tray down on the desk.

Sacha pulled out his pocketwatch, checking it and cursing himself, "Ah, I didn't realize the time, I'm sorry." He rubbed his eyes,his face gently taken into Laz's hands.

"You work too hard, here, I brought you some dinner." Laz rubbed his thumbs over his cheeks a few times before retracting one of his hands, moving the other to hold Sacha's chin, grabbing a spoonful of a savory-smelling soup and presenting it, "Open."

He sighed, parting his lips and letting Laz tilt his head up as the spoon was pushed into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, the spicy broth making the tension melt from him as he was given another spoonful. He looked up, "You don't need to feed me." He pointed out, but Laz just scoffed at him.

"Someone needs to take care of you, my love." Laz teased, continuing to feed Sacha until the bowl was empty, grabbing a napkin and wiping his face, "There. Now how about you take that coat of yours off, hm?" He grabbed Sacha's hat, and set it aside gently. He kissed him, and Sacha removed his coat as his chest armor was dettached, and his shirt unbuttoned. Laz crawled into his lap once their lips parted, mussing up his hair, "Hmmm." He grabbed Sacha's undershirt, retrieving his knife from his waist and slicing it off with practiced ease, "Perfect." He groped his pecs, and massaged them with a grin, "My handsome Sacha, I think…" He reached around Sacha's waist, kissing him. Sacha heard a 'click' and realized his wrists were now cuffed together, "That you need to take a break."

The former Commissar stiffened, testing his restraints. He'd seen them on Laz's belt quite a few times, but he'd never thought he'd be the one cuffed. Lazarus leaned in, kissing his neck, "Laz my reports-"

"Hush, my love." Lazarus leaned lower, and took one of Sacha's nipples in his mouth, nursing it while pinching the other. Sacha's stomach tensed, and he shivered feeling Laz's knee settle between his thighs. He thanked the God Emperor for the structural integrity of the chair as he began to grind on Laz, groaning. Laz smirked up at him before pulling away and sliding down, undoing Sacha's belt, pants, and underwear before leaning forward and taking Sacha's tdick into his mouth.

Sacha's head fell back and he gasped, eye closing as Laz began to suck, the pressure divine as he found himself forgetting what he'd been working on. Laz began to massage his thighs, up to his hips and then back down. He knew Sacha far too well, and the Commissar didn't last long, cumming with a whimper before Laz licked him clean and stood up, "I suppose I am… Ready for bed." Sacha murmured, his head tilted up so he would look at Laz.

"You're ready for a bath, Sacha, then bed." He leaned in to kiss him, letting him taste himself before circling around to release Sacha's wrists, massaging them gently. Sacha zipped his pants back up and rebuckled himself, fixing his clothes before standing and putting his hat on, tilting it down to hide the blush on his cheeks.