#male yn

[birdythebirdthing]

Thoughts about m!reader dying with Markov and is in a relationship with Ghost and Soap and exactly 2 years then you return back from the injury and decide to surpise the tf141 by being inside in a large Chrismas gift?

And surpiseing them?

[devilsjacket]

Aegon, whispering to Jacaerys: you gotta know where to stick it in of course

Y/n, overhearing and whispering to Aegon: you don’t know where to stick it in

Aegon, sighing: that’s because you’re the one that sticks it in.

Jacaerys, almost choking on his wine: WHAT AM I HEARING RIGHT NOW-

[lvsunz]

𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻-𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓴(𝓗𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓮) 𝔁 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝙒𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙮

A/N:I’ve came over my hiatus and recently watched the new spider verse movie and I really liked Hobie and putting him with a Black M reader makes me so happy

🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

You knew that Hobie was spider-punk so him coming home late or bruised up wasn’t no surprised.Each time he’d come home you’d take care of his wounds or fix up his suit if it had any rips in it.During the day Hobie would stop by you two shared apartment rather it was to tell you silly little jokes or grab a snack to eat.He really didn’t care, he would sometimes even ditch fights because ‘he got hungry and needed a snack’.As a normal boyfriend reaction you did sometimes worry for him that was basically your job.No villain out there was going to be nice to a spider-man no matter who it was.It didn’t help that Hobie sometimes liked to pick with his enemies when fighting them.

The time was approaching 10 o’clock and you were on the couch falling asleep to a movie before you heard the window open.Why didn’t he just use the door? You instantly woke up as your boyfriend entered taking off his mask,”What a pain! Another rip and it’s right on my arse!” he exclaimed turning around as you saw the rip and covered your mouth.You didn’t want to burst out laughing but the little guitars on his underwear made it a bit hard,”I’ll fix that for you.” you said as you removed your hand clearing your throat.Hobie obviously sensed your laughter and hummed as he walked to your room to change.

He had returned 15 minutes later with shampoo and conditioner in his hand,”Alright Y/N you know what time it is.” you looked over and groaned moving from your position on the couch.Every twice a month Hobie would help you wash and style your hair as you would do it him.You say the remote down as you walked over to him where the two of you walked into the bathroom and he turned the shower on.You crouched down as you put your head under the water and Hobie grabbed the shower head wetting your hair,”The day I had at work was utterly unbelievable!” he said as he moved the hand through your hair, the water helped define your 4() hair.As he was talking it seemed he lost focus water sliding into your eyes,”Hobie!” you yelled out wiping the water from your eyes and he only paused wearing a cheeky smile,”Sorry luv.”

He finished without getting any shampoo and conditioner in your eyes and you were now sitting in between his legs as he sat in the couch.He put your hair into four sections before turning on the blow dryer.You watched the tv as Hobie combed through your hair and you winced a bit each time a knot stopped the comb from going through completely.Many ow’s and that hurt later Hobie finally put your hair into cornrows before covering it with a durag,”There you go luv!” he said as the two of you looked in the mirror and he pressed a kiss against your temple,”I still have a mild headache…” you laughed.

[tumbleweedbee]

male reader trying to take care of sick ghost but its too diffcult becus hes just too stubborn!!! :(((

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!

Also I apologise for the terrible writing as I haven’t wrote in a while and I’m very rusty 😭🥲

-Reader POV-

I received a call from Price while I was in the army barracks, I always fear these calls as they’re usually to do with someone dying or someone betraying us, so I held my breath.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I know I never really call you but I kinda need your help with something..”

I raise my eyebrow at the odd request, I know price isn’t exactly the kind to ask someone like me for help, I feel curiosity eat at me, as I feel myself ask “What could you need my help with, is it serious..?” I mumble, nervous at the response.

“No..no, nothing of such notions Y/n, it’s just…y’know how you and ghost are close..?”I feel myself get confused..Ghost and I are close??We’re certainly not enemies, but not exactly friends either, we just like to chat every so often.

“Well he hasn’t kicked your head in and I consider that friendship enough”Price replies and I guess I can’t argue with that logic.

“Alright, well what about Ghost, is he okay?” I question, hoping he’s okay.

“He’s fine, mostly, he’s just came down with a stomach bug and isn’t allowed to go on the mission due to that, he needs someone to take care of him, but you’re the only person who opted out of the mission, think you can help?”

I hear Prices anxiousness at my response and of course, who am I to say no to Price!

“Sure!Of course I can help cap’n, I’d be happy to!”I hear the captain exhale a large breath of relief.

“Alright, I’ll go down with him to the barracks, just know that he is a bit…moody that he’s missing out..”I nod my head with understanding, how did I even get into this mess?

-5 minutes later-

I hear the door to the barracks open and see Price walk in-with Ghost reluctantly trailing behind him.”Well, he’s all yours y/n, take care of ‘im” I nod obediently as I look over at Ghost, the man’s hands and neck look slightly paler than normal but apart from that, you wouldn’t really notice that he’s ill.Ghost only grunts in response at Prices words, not saying much.

“Well, I’ll be off to continue the mission, makes sure he’s well rested.”Price requests sternly.

“Yes sir” I nod, as I watch the man walk away; as soap turns to me,

“It’s not even that ba-“”ShhShhShh, I’m your babysitter now lieutenant, now get into bed.”I see him roll his eyes as he slides under the covers of his bottom bunk, waiting to be told some other dumb command that he’ll argue.

“This is stupid y/n, I’m fine” now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “You’re literally pale, I can see it, now, take off your mask”I notice him pale even more at the request.

“Take it off?”

I nod my head, waiting patiently for his answer, before adding “You can keep the balaclava on, just take off the mask.”

He reluctantly complies and takes the peculiar skull mask off, as I feel my heart palpate slightly at his hypnotic eyes, fuck maybe he’s given my the stomach bug too??

I swallow a lump in my throat as ghost looks at me, slightly confused.”I’m gonna get you chicken soup, can you hold food down?”Ghost nods his head reluctantly.

”You really don’t have to look after m-“ his eyes widen in panic as he rushes to the bathroom and I hear him violently cough and throw up, I feel bad knowing that it must be hurting his throat, as I approach the bathroom and knock on the door,

“May I come in?” I ask, not wanting to intrude, as I hear a raspy “okay”.

I walk in and see him hunched over, with half of his balaclava rolled up just enough for his mouth to be free, as I rub his back up and down to comfort him and soothe the pain in his throat.

“We’re gonna be here a while” I mumble.

“You can leave if you w-“

“No.”

And so I stayed.

[kiskisur]

ᝰ.ᐟ at pagtapos ang himas ng sandali.

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warnings: angst no comfort, [name]'s parents are a bitch🔥, male reader, he/him pronouns, reader is referred to as [name] :)

note: helloo, actually my second work lol so please do correct me if I did something wrong! and who knows? maybe I'll make a part 2 later ~

Lyney had admired [name] from afar for a long time, captivated by [name]'s charm, kindness, and the way [name] carried himself. However, Lyney knew that their path was strewn with obstacles. Society's norms and [name]'s parents' homophobic views cast a shadow over any possibility of a relationship.

Despite the odds, Lyney couldn't suppress his feelings any longer. He felt a growing need to be honest and true to himself. One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, he found the courage to speak his heart.

They were on the balcony, gazing at the stars twinkling above, when Lyney's voice trembled but resolute, "I need to tell you something, [name]. Something that's been on my mind for a while now." He took a deep breath and continued, "I love you. More than just a friend, I've fallen in love with you."

[name] looked at Lyney, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of warmth. Before [name] could respond, however, a sudden tension fell over the scene. Lyney followed [name]'s gaze and felt his heart drop. [name]'s parents stood in the doorway, their expressions cold and unyielding.

[name]'s father's voice cut through the silence, laced with thinly veiled disappointment, "We were hoping you would make better choices, [name]. This is not what we expected."

Lyney's heart sank further as he witnessed the internal struggle in [name]'s eyes. The seconds felt like an eternity, and Lyney couldn't help but feel the weight of the world on his shoulders.

[name] finally turned back to Lyney, his voice gentle yet heavy with regret, "Lyney, you mean a lot to me, but you know the situation. My parents..." He glanced at them, and the message was clear – they expected him to conform to their wishes.

Tears welled up in Lyney's eyes as he nodded, understanding the unspoken words. He felt a mixture of pain, heartbreak, and resignation. [name] stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch Lyney's cheek.

"I wish things were different, Lyney," [name] finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "I care about you so much and I love you but.."

Lyney nodded, his heart aching with a pain he had tried to prepare himself for. He had hoped against hope that their love would be enough to overcome the obstacles, but reality had a cruel way of shattering even the most beautiful dreams.

"[name], I understand," Lyney said, his voice filled with a mixture of resignation and heartache. "I don't want to be the cause of any more pain for you. I just needed to tell you how I feel."

[name] stepped closer, his fingers gently entwining. "You're not the reason, Lyney. You've shown me a love I never knew was possible. But I can't let my own happiness come at the cost of your wellbeing."

Tears welled up in Lyney's eyes as he smiled sadly, his heart breaking a little more with each passing moment. "[name], I don't regret telling you how I feel. I just wish circumstances were different."

As they parted that night, Lyney walked away with a heavy heart, the weight of unrequited love pressing down on him. The stars that once seemed to shine so brightly now felt dimmed by the shadow of their unattainable love.

ᝰ.ᐟ 'di kukubli aking tinig.

[iluv-m]

Things I want to do with them😭😭 Part 2 ( gender neutral)

Back hugs. Please. I need them. And if he’s taller or if she’s shorter. 😩

Picnic dates. In a park and the classic red and white sheet with a cute basket.

Cheering for them if they play a sport + getting to hug them after they win <33

Late night discord calls or FaceTime or normal calls or video calls anything rlly. And falling asleep while talking to them.

Forehead kisses.🥹🤭

Reading romantic books together or them reading a book if you recommended.

Remembering the lil details. Honestly it shows how much they care 😭.

Skipping class together 🫡 I don’t wanna do physics pls-

[kaimeioneclipse]

Happy Birthday Wednesday

You knock on Wednesdays and Enid" dorm room holding a bag behind your back. Wednesday opens the door with a fast reaction knowing you were on the other side.

Wednesday: "Y/N! Where have you been? I've been looking all over the school for you."

Y/N: "My bad I've been out with Enid most of the day."

Wednesday: "Oh what were you two talking about?"

Y/N: "Nothing much, just stuff and things and we did a bit of shopping"

Wednesday: "Well why wasn't I included?"

Y/N: ".....Wait....are you jealous"

Wednesday: "What a preposterous idea, you think I would get jealous that Enid got to spend the whole day with you. Especially on a special day"

Wednesday began to sulk

You smile and pull out a bag from behind you

Y/N: "Happy Birthday, Mi Caria. you thought I was gonna forget your birthday and not get you something?"

Wednesday opens the bag and pulls out a jet-black ribbon with a skull and raven on it.

Wednesday: "Mon Cher..,"

She jumps into your arms and kisses you deeply. I think she liked your present.

Kaimei's Short Stories

[explicitred]

Warmth - Male Reader

Childe x Male Reader (what a surprise, I'm not doing headcanons lol)

Pt. 2 (upcoming)

Childe sighed contently as he snuggled into your chest for more warmth, getting closer to you - if that was possible. He was already clutching you tightly, never wanting to let your sleeping figure go.

Your arms were wrapped around his waist, the warmth of your body transferring to Childe.

Your eyes suddenly opened, now awake from Childe’s attempts at curling closer to you.

“Mm... what time is it, love?” Your voice was groggy. You removed one of your arms from Childe to lightly rub your eyes.

Almost immediately, Childe whined at the loss of your touch. He grabbed the arm’s wrist that you removed, and put your arm back on him; making you cuddle with him with two arms wrapped around him again.

You quietly chuckled at Childe, as he pouted cutely at you.

“Cuddle me with both arms,” the ginger murmured and ignored your question.

“Ah, but I have work, dear.”

Tartaglia hummed, “No. You’re warm.”

You faintly smiled at his clinginess.

But then again, who could deny that you were absolutely ethereal? No one in Teyvat could get enough of you.

A/N: I have 3 smuts in my inbox and I’m considering if I should do them lmao

Also, how do you f*ck a statue? Because that’s included in one of my asks (no offense to the person who sent this, I genuinely don't know.)

Furthermore, I’m considering doing a special event where I post regularly for Christmas as I did for another event, where I felt like I wasn’t posting enough. Should I? And if so, what type of content should I write for the event? Perhaps Christmas themed, or things I write usually on this account? Regardless, I'll think about it.

(this fic sucks.)

Event mentioned:

Tumblr Posting Marathon

[2braincellslz]

Hi could you do sub! Billy Hargrove x male reader pls?

Domestic Tranquility

Desc: after you and Billy and Max all move in together, you and Billy share a domestic moment and cuddles kinda.

Notes: so I dont write smut as I am a child so as a improvisation-ish i wrote Soft/stay at home mom!Billy. Idk. I'm trying lmao. Also, as I'm not the biggest soft/sub!Billy stan so this probably sucks. Also it's really really short. Sorry :p

Billy was working in the kitchen, shuffling a pan with a omelet as Queen filled the room. He hummed along to the love song while looking out the window at Max running off the meet her friends with a Eggo in her hand.

Billy had moved out as soon as he graduated and took Max with him. He needed to get out of that hellscape and he knew he needed to take Max with him. Call it pity or wisdom or just that he knew how bad Neil was. So, he took Max with him.

Not only did he take Max with him but he also took his Boyfriend, Y/n, with him. Well, more like Y/n took them in. this was his house after all.

They were basically raising Max. Y/n had a stable job and Billy took care of the house while also working part time at the pool. Everything was sound and perfect.

All of their friends were also settling down. Steve and Eddie had moved in together as "just friends". Nancy and Robin had also moved in with Steve and Eddie. The kids were just about to graduate. Dustin had been accepted to a really high end college. Lucas had gotten a scholarship for baseball. Lucas's sister had taken over the Hellfire club. Everything was good.

Billy looked back down at what he was doing, sprinkling vegetables over the eggs.

He gasped as two arms wrapped around his waist. Y/n rested his head on Billy's shoulder, watching what he was doing.

"Jesus. You scared the ahit out of me." Billy smiled, folding the omelet in half.

"Max already left?" Y/n asked, rubbing his thumb over Billy stomach.

"Yeah. Lucas and the gang picked her up a bit ago. Why arnt you at work?" He asked, placing a hand over Y/Ns.

"Day off..." Y/N mumbled, hiding his face in the corner of Billy's neck.

"Then you can help me around the house." Billy slid the omelet on to a plate.

"No..." Y/n whined, pulling Bily closer.

"No?"

"All day cuddling..."

"I got chores."

"Please, pretty boy?"

"I have work to get done."

"Give me attention." Y/n groaned, shaking billy.

"God, fine. Go eat first!"

Y/n let go of Billy, taking the plate and sitting down. Billy was not far behind, sitting next to him with another plate of food.

---------------------------

It wasnt long before they were back in bed. Billy was pressed up in to Y/n's chest. Some soft rock was filling their shared room but it was turned way down.

"You are... pretty..." YN smiled, playing with Billy's beautiful hair.

"Can it. You've already said that."

"Yeah, but you should know."

"You are getting annoying."

Y/n smiled kissing the top of Billy's head, pulling his beloved closer.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 4: Shoe Shine (Boot Worship)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Male!Reader

Summary: You and Medic have the base to yourselves tonight

Tags: Boot Worship, praise, boot kissing/licking/humping, sub/dom, edging, teasing

Word Count: 2.7k

Masterlist

“Medic,” you whispered, barely able to get a word out between frantic kisses.

It had been weeks since your team's last victory, weeks since the rest of the mercenaries had gone out to a bar to celebrate, weeks since you and Medic had the base to yourselves. Of course, the two of you could always sequester yourselves in his private quarters, but you had to keep quiet, cushion the bedframe to keep it from slamming against the wall, and even then there was a chance someone could interrupt, especially since Medic’s quarters were directly attached to the infirmary. Needless to say, both of you were pent up.

“Medic,” you repeated yourself, still trying to get his attention. You finally got a chance to speak when his lips moved to your jaw, gradually making his way to his true target, your neck. “Medic, I want to try something.”

Medic didn’t look up, but he made a soft noise of acknowledgement. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and he seemed reluctant to leave there.

“I want to try something new,” you went on, trying to get him interested enough to look you in the eye.

“Go on, schatz. I’m listening.” It certainly didn’t seem like he was listening, considering how he immediately began suckling at your neck. You stifled a moan, trying to continue.

“I want- oh god- your boots-”

That finally got him to stop. Medic pulled away to look at you. His grin sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “Oh?” he said, tilting his head curiously. “What about them?”

“Fuck, you know what I want!” You had hinted at this before. Some lingering glances as he strutted down the halls of the base here and there, not to mention the slight disappointment in your expression every time he took them off before fucking you. You never said anything explicitly, but it was an obvious message to an observant man like Medic. Still, it seemed he wanted you to admit it loud and clear.

“Nein, liebchen. I couldn’t possibly imagine what you are thinking,” he said. His tight grip on your waist kept you from squirming. You were seated on his lap, and he held you there firmly, so simply dropping to your knees and showing him what you wanted wasn’t an option. Your face burned as you looked Medic in the eyes and sighed.

“I want to kiss your boots.” There were many, many other things you wanted to do with those boots as well, but for now you just needed Medic to hear you admit something.

He grinned impossibly wider, baring his teeth in a wolf-like manner. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he crooned, letting you go and allowing you to slide off his lap. Medic moved forward until he was seated at the very edge of the bed. You braced yourself against the floor as you leaned down, now face to face with the black leather you craved. They were shined to perfection after every battle, and you took note of the way the polished footwear reflected even the dim light in Medic’s quarters. “Go on, hase,” Medic said, driving you on.

You had been working up the courage to ask Medic for this for so long, and now you just wanted everything to be perfect. You hadn’t expected him to fall into the strict, dominant role so soon, yet it seemed to fit him perfectly. Now you just had to persevere and let your inhibitions go. Building up your conviction, you leaned down to one boot and pressed your lips to the surprisingly cool leather. Your hands balled into fists as you made your way up to the ankles. You were trying not to shake too much.

The kisses remained chaste. Even though outright licking the boots didn’t seem too far from what you were already doing, you didn’t want to get too ambitious. You reached out to grip his leg, practically digging your nails into his calf as you made your way up the shin. Medic made a soft noise of approval as you finally reached the end of the boot and rested your head against his knee, breathing hard. When you looked down, you weren’t surprised to see your cock straining against your pants.

You felt Medic’s fingers brushing over your scalp, playing with your hair. It was not unlike how one would pet an attention hungry dog. You let your eyes fall shut, hugging yourself even closer to his leg with a happy hum. “Tired already?” he asked, the question sounding completely innocent. A sudden pressure between your legs proved otherwise. You jumped, eyes snapping open to see that Medic had placed his foot against your crotch, pressing down just enough to make you whine. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly wasn’t the most comfortable feeling. Your erection twitched against the sole of the boot despite the discomfort.

“No, I’m not tired!” you said, shaking your head frantically.

Medic chuckled, low and threatening. “Then get back to work,” he said, moving his foot away. You sighed in relief. “You’ve been neglecting the other boot, liebling. Finish your work.”

“Yes sir,” you said as Medic put the opposite boot forward for you. You repeated the same actions, kissing your way from toe to ankle. Your hands were clasped around that ankle for dear life, your grip tight and desperate. You had to keep your hands occupied, knowing that Medic wouldn’t want you to touch yourself. He enjoyed watching you squirm far too much to allow that.

For all his talk of ‘neglecting the other boot,’ he didn’t even let you finish. You were halfway up the shin when he stopped you. “Alright, I think that’s enough for now.” You moved to stand, a bit disappointed that you work had been interrupted, only for Medic to clasp a hand on your shoulder and push you back down. “I didn’t say you could get up, did I?”

You looked up at him, wide eyed and clearly perplexed. You seemed to have forgotten your words, simply staring longingly at the bed. Your gaze darted between him and the mattress, looking for an explanation. All you got was a mischievous smile. Clearly, Medic had something up his sleeve.

“You are so adorable when your confused,” he said, reaching forward to pinch one of your cheeks teasingly. “Don’t worry, I think you’ll like what I have planned. Just spread your legs a bit for me.”

You did so, still kneeling, albeit in a slightly more awkward position, with your knees spread out. It would have been easier if you had something beneath you to support your weight, like a step stool. Well, there was no step stool, but you were soon provided with one of Medic’s boots, his foot now positioned beneath you so that you were straddling it. Now you were starting to catch on, glancing up at the grinning man with eager eyes. “May I?” you asked, not even trying to keep the tremble out of your voice.

“Of course, liebchen.”

You didn’t hesitate after that, grasping onto Medic’s leg and beginning to grind against the instep of the boot. You moaned, shameless and desperate for any kind of sensation. It felt good, even through the thick fabric of your pants. Still, you knew the smooth glide of the leather would feel even better against your bare cock.

“Gott, you are quite the sight.” Medic took a fistful of your hair, craning your neck upwards so you could meet his gaze. That damn smirk hadn’t left his face since you began. He was lucky you found his smug and evil smile to be so hot. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes!” you answered quickly, as if Medic couldn’t already see the pleasure you were experiencing. “Fuck, yes! It feels so good, sir!”

“That’s it, keep going,” he said, ready to encourage you and degrade you within the same sentence. It made your head spin in the best possible way. “Rut against my leg like an animal, mein kleiner hund.”

If you could have seen your cock right now, you were sure precum would be leaking down the shaft. As it was, you were already certain that a tell tale wet patch was forming over your groin. You needed Medic so badly. Simply humping his leg wasn’t enough, and he seemed to agree. Almost as if he had sensed your thoughts, Medic pulled your hair again, forcing you up. You whined at the sudden lack of sensation, despite knowing the best was yet to come, especially when you caught a glimpse of the generous tent that Medic was sporting.

“On my lap, with your back to me.” His order was curt, but the barely restrained lust in his tone was still very obvious. You had barely sat down before you felt Medic’s fingers, already slick with lube that you hadn’t even noticed him retrieve. He must have had it out beforehand, most likely stashing the bottle under a pillow the moment he heard that the others were going to the bar. “As much as I love seeing the expressions you make, I think this position will be more convenient for tonight.”

You felt a finger slip into you, gasping as it pumped in and out at a steady pace. Already you craved more, but you knew you had to prepare yourself. You took deep breaths, staying calm and relaxed until Medic could slip in a second finger, and then a third. Your whines turned to moans. You could barely restrain yourself from rocking back against Medic’s hand.

“You take my fingers so well, taube, as always.” You practically glowed beneath Medic’s praise, your face somehow managing to turn an even brighter shade of red. “Such an eager little thing.”

“Please, please more!” you begged, practically shaking with need.

Medic kept you steady with his free hand on your waist. He didn’t respond, but you felt him withdraw his fingers. You squirmed, instinctively begging him not to stop. “Hush now,” Medic said. “You will get what you want.”

That promise, along with the sound of him unzipping his fly, immediately shut you up. You were just barely aware of his tip at your entrance before he was pushing in. Medic went slowly, letting you adjust and allowing you to feel him inch by delightful inch. It was awkward at first, but you always managed to adapt fast.

Once you were comfortable, Medic wasted no time. You yelped, feeling his hands grasp your waist. With a quick motion, he lifted you and slammed you back down onto his cock. “Ride me, liebchen. Be a good boy for me.”

That was an order you were more than eager to follow. It was slow going at first as you struggled to find purchase on the edge of the mattress. Once you had some decent leverage though, you were frantically bouncing on Medic’s cock. He caressed your body in return, running those large hands up your chest and down your sides, paying special attention to areas that made your breath hitch, sometimes causing you to fall off rhythm for a moment.

The way that Medic worked you up to this moment was calculated. You knew he had long since noticed how you looked at his boots, but now you wondered if he had been planning for the moment when you would finally confess your little kink. You could imagine him fantasizing about the day that you would finally worship at his feet before riding him until completion. That mental image only spurred you on, and you began to feel the familiar buildup of pleasure deep within you.

You bit your lip, trying to keep it together. You knew that Medic liked to have complete control. That included control over when you were allowed to come. You didn’t even need to be told to hold back anymore. The struggle never got easier though, especially when Medic made a point to whisper sultry things in your ear while you writhed beneath him, or in this case, on top of him. You were grinding your hips against his, no longer properly riding him as you were before, and of course, he took notice.

“You’re squirming so much, hase,” he said, feeling the way your hips flexed beneath his hands, hands that would tighten and leave finger shaped marks on your skin. “Are you close?” All you could manage in response was a nod and an utterly pathetic noise, drawn out and high pitched. “What was that? I can’t see you nodding from back here. You’ll have to use your words.”

“Fuck! God damn it, I’m close!” you said through clenched teeth. Medic chuckled, amused by the string of curses that flowed from you, as well as the tirade of desperate pleas that followed soon after. You were working off of pure streams of consciousness at this point, unable to think of anything besides your imminent orgasm.

“Well, I suppose that counts,” he said, reaching over to wrap his fist around your cock. You were arching back against him before he even began moving his hand. Once he did, your mind went blank. You desperately called his name as he stroked you in time with how you rode him, keeping a steady pace even as you began to come. You could feel his breath against your ear as he whispered soft praises to you, easing you through your orgasm. That was up until he changed his tune completely, suddenly grasping your hips and thrusting up into you hard and fast.

“Fuck! Medic!” you cried. It wasn’t a sound Medic was unfamiliar with, but usually you were only this emphatic on the battlefield. He much preferred hearing you scream his name in this context. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Medic thrust into you, barely taking notice of how overstimulated you were. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close until he finally went still. You felt him shudder against you, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

What followed were several moments of stillness and silence. Medic rested his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily. You felt the rise and fall of his chest behind you, slowly evening out to a resting pace. His hands squeezed at your body, mainly focusing on your thighs, massaging the flesh there much like how a cat would knead a pillow.

“You’re so good, liebling,” Medic said, breaking the silence. He kissed your neck, making you sigh and relax, practically going limp in his embrace. “So gut für mich.”

That relaxation wouldn’t last long though. Medic lifted his head, and it was impossible to miss that familiar, devious laugh. You tried to turn your head, craning your neck in vain to try to look at him. “What’s so funny?”

“It only seems fair that since I made you come so hard, you should do a little favor for me.” He took your chin, tilting your head forward and down so that you were looking at his boots once again. You let out a shaky exhale at the sight, your release having landed on the once spotless leather. “You wouldn’t mind helping me clean up, would you, hase?”

Oh, this really was your lucky day. You were being offered an opportunity to lick Medic’s boots, a whole new level of reverence that you were eager to breach. Medic withdrew from you and you practically fell to your knees, legs still too shaky to support your own weight. Your tongue passed over your lips momentarily, anticipation gnawing at you. You held Medic’s gaze for as long as you could before leaning down and tasting his boot from toe to instep. You really had made a mess of it. As you worked your way further up, you were certain you could see Medic’s cock already hardening again. Given that you were also beginning to throb with renewed lust, you had a feeling that this night was far from over. For now, though, you would focus on the task at hand, the taste of yourself and polished leather mingling upon the boots that you had waited so long to worship.

[birdythebirdthing]

What if [Name] was K.I.A? and tf141 reaction, and poly relationship between the tf141 and [name]

fic:

[Name] had been missing on a mission for over a month It was an alone mission, which [name] had gone. [Name] had his own team which his team worried and the tf141 to cause [Name] was like soap warming everyone up, and [Name] was in poly relationship with the tf141.

[Name]'s team and teammates are Marc, Declen, Ace and Liam.

[Name]'s team had been stressing out because their leader was missing on an alone mission. "why does this idiot can go alone on a fucking mission?" Ace spoke.

"He is always like this.." Liam told. "Going on an alone mission because he thinks we could get injured" Marc said.

"Look, guys, I knew the truth why [Name] does some alone mission without our help. I found his.. dairy." Declan said, flipping through [name]'s dairy.

The three looked at him, wondering what the reason was.

"It's better for a leader to suffer alone than to see his teammates suffer with him."

"Oh.. he really doesn't like seeing us suffer? that's the truth." Ace spoke.

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With TF141.

Everyone in the tf141 was sad, or worried. Price had been trying to locate [Name]'s whereabouts.

And Soap was on a call to Ace, talking about what had [name] written in his diary.

The day went sad, and boring without [Name] cause he always pulls up pranks like soap.

Ghost was in his room, seeing the picture in the frame [Name] , soap and him

Gaz was also in his room hugging a pushie which [Name] had given as a small gift for success in a dangerous mission.

[devilsjacket]

Wednesday growing comfortable around you and becoming upset when you’re gone for too long

Wednesday: Where were you?

You walking through the door: huh?

Wednesday: where were you? You’ve been gone for so long.

Y/n: uh I told you I was going for my morning run-

Wednesday hugs you tightly

Wednesday: I- I may have longed for you to come back a little sooner.

Y/n: I missed you too Wednesday

You smile and kiss the top of Wednesday’s head

[lvsunz]

Y/n:Why are you smiling?

Aki:What? I can’t just be happy?

Power:Denji fell and tripped in the parking lot.

[tumbleweedbee]

I.Want.Quackity.Boyfriend.Headcanons.

Also

If u could do Polish reader?

Orrrrrrr

Like grunge / cottagecore

Thx anyways

Love ya🥰🥰

OFCC IM HONOURED YOU CHOSE ME FOR SUCH A TASK

Okay so..

(Before dating)

Quackity would probably end up meeting you while doing a meet & greet in Poland and would fall head over heels for you, though it would take him a solid half an hour and BBH hyping him up until he’d eventually introduce himself to you.

He would be SO SHY.People would mistaken quackity for being very confident and flirty due to how he acts on stream but I think when he’d talk to you he would be extremely shy and you would definitely have to make the first move.

He would admire your style and ask where you would buy your clothes, he simply thought that you had a good sense of fashion and would often ask you to style his clothes, as wilburs fashion sense had given him trust issues HAHAHA

(Whilst dating)

He would be so nervous to introduce you to his stream but eventually he wouldn’t have to, as you’d walk into his office one day and he’d ask you to take control of his stream whilst he went to do something.He’d come back to find out that his stream LOVESS you and he relaxed, before introducing you to the stream as his boyfriend (the chat went crazy and it crashed lol.)

He would definitely be a little jealous but wouldn’t admit it.He’d simply cuddle up to you more and whine and cling onto you a little more, putting up a little bit more of a fuss than normal if you were gonna hang out with any of your friends he wasn’t a fan of.

I hope I met your expectations 💪

[creamyychann]

From a TikTok sound

[quokkaboysungie]

male readers need to be appreciated more in fanfics. why is main oc or y/n always a girl and never a guy? the extra member AUs always have a female member in a bg, not at all suitable. why is the extra member never a guy? petition to write more of male reader drafts, even for polys