#heavy is blushing because he saw medic

[glyphalodon]

[bunny-jpeg]

scary dog privilege

simon "ghost" riley

cw: smut/pwp, loving!ghost, size difference/kink, body worship, praise kink, missionary

  “simon? a scary dog? no way!” you laughed as you had another sip of your coffee. you were meeting with a few of your friends and they were curious about your boyfriend. they had met him a few times and thought you two were a good match, despite simon's scary appearance. one of your friends suggested that simon was akin to a scary dog. and the notion made you laugh.

your simon? the one who brought you home flowers every time he returned back to england. the one who doted on you that one time you had a really bad headache. the same simon that figured out the recipe to one of your favourite childhood dishes! he went through all the trouble to contact your grandmother and find out exactly how to make it because he loved you that much. 

  “he dresses in all-black and is so tall. it's a little scary!” your friend admitted. 

you laughed, “oh you guys are so funny. simon's a huge sweetheart! literally the other day he was nice enough to make me some homemade ice tea so i would have something cool to drink when i got home from work!” 

your friends looked at each other, as long as you weren't in a situation you didn't want to be in. then who were they to judge, simon never laid a hand on you that you didn't want on you. however, they worried that the people who tried to push your boundaries were not as lucky as you. you continued to chat happily with your friends, your sweet coffee tasted good on your tongue. you were all cooing and blushing over your beloved boyfriend simon!

and during the course of your time with your friends, they were almost convinced that simon was less of a pitbull and more of a golden retriever. that was until the imposing soldier came through the front door of the cafe. the heavy steps of his boots could be heard as he approached the table you were seated at with your friends. 

he definitely looked more like guard dog than a lap dog. 

you looked over and your expression changed to one of glee as you put your drink down and reached for your boyfriend. you babbled at him about how you were talking about him, and he responded with short nods and not many words. you were for sure more of the talker than he was. you finished your drink, even sharing some with simon before you gave all your friends hugs and left with your scary boyfriend. 

simon adored you, therefore you hardly noticed how tall he was, how big every part of him was, the medical mask he always wore, but you knew what was underneath. simon didn't scare you as he did others, he was your loving boyfriend of the last few years. he was a nerd about history facts and loved manchester united. he drank his tea black and his coffee with two sugars.  he wasn't scary. 

even though on your way home and you were giving some directions, simon was over your shoulder glaring daggers at the person receiving your instructions. afterwards you took simon's hand and swung your hands as you walked towards the tube station. you sat close to him on the train, his large arm over your shoulders and occasionally you kissed any exposed skin on his face. 

you hardly noticed when simon was giving the death glare to someone else on the train who was eyeing you up and down. if you weren't at simon's side, he would've made himself known to the man eyeing you. made sure that the other man wasn't going to cause any problems. last thing he wanted was for it to get physical.

  “si?” you looked at him curiously, noticing he hadn't moved in a good moment. 

  “don't worry, love. thought i saw something.” 

you nodded and melted back into his side until it was time to get off the train. simon just adored you, he thought you brought the sunrise to him every morning. you had captured his heart quite easily. you were soft, not weak. you were far from weak, you could take anything and then some. but you were a lot softer than him, all the way down to your smooth hands that touched his scars. your heart was always in the right place and simon felt the need to protect you. 

after dinner you were snuggled up with your big handsome boyfriend. you felt comfortable next to him.  you spread your hand across his strong chest and pressed yourself up against him. you asked him, “si, do you think you're a scary dog?”

  “a scary dog?”

  “yeah, like when i walk down the street with you no one wants to approach us because you're so scary!”

he chuckled and pulled you closer to him, “well, i wouldn't say i'm scary. but you are.” he said as a joke, you wouldn't hurt a fly. literally, last time there was a fly in your flat you coaxed the insect out through an open window. 

you chuckled and leaned up to kiss him, “well, i guess i have to protect you then.” you flexed your bicep and laughed some more. simon just pinned you to him and kissed the shell of your ear all the way down your neck. this only caused you to squirm against him as you laughed more. 

  “i guess so, maybe i should give you a ‘thank you’ for doing such a good job protecting me.” he said with a certain softness in his voice. 

you held onto the front of his shirt and gave him a mischievous glance, “i guess you do. i do love rewards.” then leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. you then got out of your boyfriend's grasp and took him by the hand delicately and led him towards your shared bedroom. you could feel the flush in your cheeks. you couldn't help but giggle at how much you loved your boyfriend. 

in the bedroom, simon grabbed you from under the pits and almost tossed you onto the big bed you both shared.  you sat on it and quickly got your t-shirt off, followed by your sweatpants that you had rolled up to the knees. simon helped you get your socks off along with your bra. you then laid out under him in just a cheap pair of cotton panties. 

simon's hands roamed your body, he was naked as well. his cock stood proud between his legs. enticing you. he really was so much bigger than you, he wasn't one of those dehydrated muscle guys. no, no, he had a bulk to him that was lined with muscles. he could easily lift two of you, if not more, with relative ease. 

  “you look like a dream.” he said softly, “every time i go away, i'm thinkin' about ya, love. thinkin' about those pretty eyes, your soft skin, the little scar on your cheek, those nice thighs. i'm thinkin' about every inch of my woman.” his words made your chest soar as you felt warmth in his presence.  his hands continued to roam, feeling the valleys of your body before they rested on the the waistband on your underwear. 

slowly he took them off with a little help from you. it left you both naked. simon leaned in and kissed you once more, his hands were on your breasts and he palmed them softly. he never wanted to hurt his beautiful girl. he could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks from how much you were blushing. simon left a few more kisses because he pulled back to grab you by the hips. 

you wrapped your legs around your lover and smiled up at him. bright like the afternoon sun. he held onto your hips with one hand and the other was wrapped around his cock as he rubbed his length up against your sweet cunt. he shuddered and you wanted to cover your face with your hands. but you knew that simon loved when he was able to see you.

  “ready for me?” he asked. 

you nodded and shifted your hips a little. you winced a little when you felt the initial stretch of his cock. you exhaled deeply and relaxed as he slotted his cock snugly inside of you. you reached for him and held onto his shoulders as he pressed his strong chest against yours. you swore you could feel the race in his heart rate. 

  “you take me so well.” he purred, “you take me perfectly. nobody else can take this like you can.” he planted his hands on either side of you on the bed and pushing his cock up into you. he felt the sweat at the nape of his neck and it felt good all over. 

  “i'm made just for you, si.” you giggled as you squirmed a little bit, but simon's much larger body kept you pinned down onto the bed. you two moved against one another, there was sparse kisses shared between the two of you as the bed creaked under your movements. 

simon felt like you other half, you couldn't believe that the man for you was a burly over 6ft tall soldier who loved and adored you. who'd do anything for you. you didn't understand dhow anyone could find him terrifying. he was just so doting on you. even his kisses were soft as he rocked against you. his cock nudged against some of your most sensitive areas. 

the love making between you two continued, you kept your legs around your lover and let him shove his cock up into you. the kissed became heavier as the pleasure bloomed in your body. you panted a little between kisses and knew that orgasm was creeping up on you. there was something about simon that made you hot all over. he knew exactly how to love you.

  “i love you.” he said softly. he placed his hands closer to your head and kissed you softly between heavy thrusts. his whispered praises you could barely hear against your neck as he felt the sweat on his back, his entire body felt hot but it was also an amazing feeling.  he muttered, “i'm close.” and picked up his pace. 

you met his thrusts and let the pleasure melt in your body. you clutched onto him and tightened your legs around his waist. your gummy walls felt so good around him and he buried his face in your neck as he gave a few more powerful thrusts. he came inside of you with a shudder but kept up the pace of his thrusts until you came as well. you held onto him, nails dug into his shoulders as you arched you back a little. 

simon slowed down his pace until it came to a stand still with his softening cock still inside of you. the blond wiped the sweat from his forehead as he pulled you in for another hot kiss. he then slowly pulled out and took hold of you. his strong arms around you as you laid on top of the covers. his legs tangled in yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

  “i don't think you're a scary dog, si.” you yawned as you got comfortable. 

simon chuckled, his brown eyes slightly closed, “oh yeah? all the tattoos and dark clothes aren't scary enough for ya?”

you turned over to face him and presses a kiss on his crooked nose, “nope, because i know once we get out of bed you'll be getting me my favorite bowl and two healthy scoops of cookies n' cream ice cream.” then beamed at him. 

  “ah well, of course. only the best for my girl.” he kissed you on the cheek. he may be scary to everyone, but to you he was just a little lap dog. <3

[kings-wifey]

One Piece men taking care of you while you're sick ❤️

(I have a sore throat right now so I desperately need someone to take care of me-)

Zoro, Sanji, Ace and Law.

word count: 677

Zoro

"I told you that this would happen!" He growled, incredibly irritated with you for having gone against his words as he idly played with your hair, his signature stone-cold resting face had practically pierced the air, making things rather silent.

He was sat next to your bedside, having had to give up training today as Chopper was out foraging for medical supplies and ingredients due to Luffy having eaten a whole container of flavoured vitamins because "they tasted good", of course he didn't actually mind taking care of you it was just that your stubbornness really pissed him off at times.

"I swear, once your ass is better I'm going to break you."

"Hm... in what way?" You teased him, a cocky smirk on your red sickly face, earning you a groan and a rough poke.

"You cocky little..."

Sanji

"Open wide my darling," He spoke softly, spoon feeding you soup like an infant, his voice was a tad bit raw due to him crying since he felt like the worst boyfriend in the world for allowing his baby to get sick. His guilt stemmed from his mother's passing as a child, the gnawing feeling that he could've done something if he was stronger or actually knew how to care for someone at the time having scarred him, which of course wasn't his fault whatsoever but he'd never accept that nor forgive himself for not being able to take away his mother's pain.

He did not care what so ever that you could get him sick, you were his baby and you needed care! He watched with a soft smile as he saw you slowly eating the soup by each spoonful, admiring the way your soft lips wrapped around the spoon.

"What? Wish this was your dick?" You teased, mumbling slightly as you ate. You chuckled at the way he gasped and blushed as his hand attempted to hide the growing evidence of his arousal.

"Baby!"

Ace

"Babe you sound like Dadan-" Ace wheezes as he teases you, causing him to receive a slap from Marco who was monitoring your temperature. "Shut it. She needs to rest." He scolds your boyfriend sternly before stepping outside to dig through the ship's storage for more herbs, Ace takes the opportunity to climb into the infirmary bed with you and wrap his arms around you like a toddler cuddling their favourite toy.

The truth was, although he did try to hide it, he was horrified of you suddenly becoming seriously ill. He loved you a lot, it was just that he loved your pout and you whines of annoyance almost as much, which was why he'd always tease and poke fun at you affectionately because that alongside touch was love language.

"Don't you dare get sick again... shorty."

"Alright that's it, no more sex for you for a week after this."

"What?! No I was kidding pleaseee!"

Law

Beep beep beep! The thermometer beeped to signal that it was ready to display your temperature.

"Hm. Thirty-eight point five. You're running a slight fever." Law stated bluntly as he examined the thermometer carefully before he set it aside and got up, he walked over to his medicine cabinet and dug through it for a few moments before he examined a packet and took it.

He closed the cabinet before he made his way over to you, handing you the packet of antibiotics with his endearingly cold hands.

"Take two twice every morning and night, it should help to resolve it as well as soothe the irritation somewhat." He spoke with a stern tone, despite the fact that it was incredibly obvious that he was a tad bit worried about your sickness developing into something harder to manage and cure, but he shoved those thoughts away and focused on being the confident doctor that you needed right now and not some sappy worried man.

"Do I take them with water or...?" You teased as you gave him a suggestive smirk, earning a heavy sigh in response.

"... Yes water you horny brat."

Thank you for reading! I know this isn't much for my first post and I do feel very lazy and like this isn't good enough, but I hope you enjoyed it!

[ultram0th]

How about one where a frat boy turns into a lazy, slobby stereotypically dad. Maybe muscular but with a beer belly and barking out orders to his old frat bros. But instead of bringing him a beer, it's to suck his massive cock while he watches sports or Nascar.

When Coach told all the frat boys at the start of the year that he was giving up his position, most of them had scrambled for the opportunity to be the proverbial "Top Dog". The older man had commanded the respect of the numerous frat bros, each one looking up to the older man as one of their own-- and he must have been back in his prime. However, after years of no longer playing sports and drinking, the older man had gained a big belly and a layer of fat that covered his impressive musculature. Instead of looking like a strict athlete, Coach looked like a burly musclebear.

And when he'd announced that Trevor, the newest recruit on the baseball team, was going to be taking his place, the young jock had been ecstatic.

Trevor was brand new to the university and the fraternity, and although he was the smallest, he still had rather sizable muscles. The stud opted to go for a toned aesthetic, his trimmed bulk looking like it was ripped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.

Some of the other jocks muttered under their breath, jealous that they weren't getting picked. Whereas others were fighting back laughs because Trevor was still brand new, and therefore didn't realize all that the position entailed.

Trevor proudly stood before the rest of the fraternity, puffing out his chest with pride. Coach took off his baseball cap to place it upon Trevor's head.

The exact second Coach's hat was placed onto Trevor-- BWOMPH!

Trevor gasped as soon as he felt a massive heaviness on his chest. Fearing some sort of medical emergency, the young jock was horrified when he looked down and saw that instead of his chiseled pecs and abs, he stared down at large muscletits and a big gut.

The rest of the jocks cheered as they watched the new Coach explore his inflated body with shaky hands. Where a fit, young jock had stood just moments before was now a beefy bear of a stud. He still had muscles, but now they were concealed by a thick layer of fat. His pecs that were capped with nubby nipples still protruded off of his chest, but they also drooped slightly and rested atop his cresting musclegut that hid away his lengthened, hardening cock. As Trevor explored his new body, he saw that he was covered in manly hair, and he looked over a beefy shoulder to stare in the mirror on the wall, paling when he saw an older man staring back at him. He had a goatee and slight wrinkles near his eyes, complimenting his new daddy look.

He looked just like Coach: a big, burly musclebear.

"Wh-what happened to me?" the former jock panicked, bristling at his much deeper voice.

He turned back to ask Coach what had happened to him, only to jerk back in shock as a trim, young jock with a chiseled six pack stood in his place instead.

The toned jock playfully pinched Trevor's new belly, making the new daddy blush. "I'll miss that," he teased. "But now it's your turn to be Coach. We alternate from year to year, so enjoy it while it lasts."

The rest of the frat bros cheered as Trevor struggled to take the cursed hat off, but it was seemingly superglued to his head, leaving him trapped as a muscle daddy coach for the rest of the year.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Trevor managed to adapt to his new role as Coach. At first, it was a struggle trying to squeeze his new furry bulk into clothes since he'd gained at least sixty pounds of muscle and fat. And he was finding that his new daddy body was CONSTANTLY horny.

Never before had Trevor ever had a gay thought in his life, but he was finding it incredibly hard to not drool over all of his jock frat brothers. Their toned muscles and youthful bodies made his enlarged cock surge, throbbing with want. His hairy bulk was also sensitive, and he could get himself off just by worshipping his hairy muscles; and his enlarged nubby nipples were hardwired straight to his cock.

However, Trevor was surprisingly happy to find out that his new body also offered him something else.

"Hey, Jockbro, get me another beer!" Trevor bellowed in his deep voice from his spot on the sofa. He was wearing a simple jockstrap that was stretched to bursting as it struggled to contain his massive cock. He opted to go shirtless, shuddering a little as the air from the A/C blew over his hard nipples.

One of his frat brothers immediately scampered towards the fridge, not even bothering to hide the fact that getting ordered around by the musclebear made his rock hard. He grabbed a beer off the bottom shelf and hurried back to the living room, his hard cock tenting out his gym shorts.

No matter what order he gave, the new Coach was delighted to discover that the jocks in the frat had to obey. Even better, was that it turned them on to be bossed around by such a manly daddy such as himself.

"Here ya go, Daddy," the jock gushed as he handed the new Coach his beer, his cock throbbing and leaking precum into his shorts.

Trevor took it and chugged it, letting out a loud belch. He then gestured down at his large bulge, his own cock starting to slip out of the small confines of his jockstrap. "Go ahead and take care of that," he ordered.

The frat bro dropped to his knees and immediately fished Trevor's daddy cock out of his jockstrap, eagerly slurping it up. He moaned loudly as he sucked the new Coach off.

Coach Trevor moaned loudly, his deep voice echoing off the walls of the frat house. He loved his new position as Coach, and he knew deep down that this was going to be the best year at college ever.

[syoounn]

Hi! I hope you're doing well :)

Could I was wondering if you could write a gn!reader who is sick and refused to take their meds. So PM Dazai and Fyodor who are already fed up and annoyed with the whining about feeling sick, take the pills and water into their own mouth and kiss the reader to make them take their pills. And afterwards saying something to make the reader swallow.

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•BSD men with a stubborn sick s/o

•Characters: Fyodor, Dazai, + Chuuya

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Everything felt dizzy... as you lay down the couch while you wait for Fyodor to come back. You don't know when you felt so heavy, as you heard the door unlocked and saw Fyodor.

"Welcome, baaack.." You said while he saw you completely looked sick.

Fyodor's expression falls the moment he notices the state you're in. He approaches you, careful not to disturb you too much. He looks worried. "My, my dear, you don't look well." His voice contains a slight note of concern. This is... not something Fyodor is accustomed to. "Are you alright?"

"I dunnnoo.." You said as Fyodor kneels next to you. His hands rest on your forehead to check on your temperature.

"Oh, dear. You must've caught a cold." He then looked at you sighing... he was worried about how you got cold.

"I shall return with the necessary items in merely a second." Fyodor walks off and comes back carrying medications, drink. He sits next to you on the couch and gently places you in his lap. "Now, now... I know this tastes not to your liking, but you must drink it. It'll alleviate your symptoms to a certain extent."

You kept your mouth closed, refusing to drink the medicine.. you hate the way you have to drink some bitter medicine. As you looked away and not daring to even look at what Fyodor was holding.

"Im not gonna drink that.." You said being stubborn after seeing the medicine colour just makes you feel sick.

"Be a dear and make it easier for both of us. I don't want to resort to more drastic methods. Drink it." His tone has grown colder again, a note of annoyance evident.

There were still no signs that you're going to take of you taking the medicine.

"I don't waaaant to..." You said... Fyodor sighs.. and have enough with your protest.. but he can't help to adore your vulnerable state and being stubborn. He loves the view he's viewing right now, but he has no choice but to do it.

As you feel Fyodor's hand on the back of your head, and he tilts you upward. He kisses you on the lips, sliding the cold liquid into your mouth. His tongue forces the medicine down, and just like that, he holds your mouth closed until he's sure you have swallowed everything.

You can taste the bitter aftertaste running down your throat as Fyodor pulls away. You were speechless as he still looked at you with a serious expression of him as you were so stubborn.

A blush spread on your cheek as you kept quiet on what just happened... as he smiled mischievously.

"Now.. close your eyes and rest.. you don't want me to make me use other methods for you to obey, right?" He then kissed your forehead and made sure you're comfortable. It's pretty rare to see this side of Fyodor.. as your eyelids slowly get heavy and make you fall asleep.

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"Belllaa~" Dazai won't stop cudding with you as how much you've been saying you're sick and still snuggle up to you.

"We can't cuddle right know..." You said.. slowly nudging him as you felt bad.. you wanna cuddle with him too but you don't want him to get sick.

Dazai continues leaning forward until only their noses are touching, he whispers in a voice that is barely audible. ".. How about we just spend time together until you get better..?"

Dazai's hand remains gently pressed against your cheek, his thumb occasionally gently rubbing against your skin. Dazai leans back as he continues speaking

Dazai keeps smiling and continues whispering, "... Because there'll be no shortage of opportunities to do more than just caring for you."

Dazai's hand remains gently pressed against your cheek as he leans closer once again and speaks with a soft and comforting voice. "You're mine after all.." He said, smiling at you.

You felt more dizzy as you can't really much tell what's Dazai was saying he noticed that you were starting to feel dizzy. His hand remains gently pressed against your cheek, but he leans back. His voice becomes softer, and he grabs some medicine.

He tried to be as convincing as possible as he spoke. He knows you're going to be stubborn when you have to drink medicine.

"Come on, just drink it up. It won't taste very nice, but it'll get your cold control faster so you feel better...then we cuddle you know..?"

He said as he looks at you pleading.. You didn't fall for it as you kept refusing.

"No.. im not going to drink that..!" You said and avoiding his gaze.

Dazai chuckles softly as he speaks, his tone becoming more seductive and comforting as he was slightly annoyed.. how can he cuddle you if you kept going like this..? he then leans closer towards you

"... You're really too stubborn at times, you know that? Fine.. let's do this on easy way.."

Dazai's hand firmly held your chin as it forces your jaw open just wide enough so he can pour the medicine into your mouth. Dazai keeps a firm grip of your chin the entire time so you can't spit it out.

Dazai chuckles as he feels your tongue trying to push the medicine back out of your mouth. Dazai then seals your lips with his, forcefully preventing you from pushing the medicine back out. Dazai's other hand holds you in the tight grip as he forces you to swallow the medicine.

You were surprised as you tried to push him away refusing to swallow it Dazai doesn't give you any breathing space to refuse the medicine as he keeps holding your mouth sealed shut with his. His hand keeps on firmly gripping your chin as you try to move your head away from his. He keeps trying to make you swallow the medicine.

Dazai eventually manages to make you swallow the medicine in its entirety because of how hard he pressed his lips against yours. The medicine is gradually flowing down your throat and into your stomach.

Dazai pulls away smirking as he gave you a kiss again as you clearly start to struggle to breath and a blush spread across your face. Dazai kept repeating the same loop and immediately throw a pillow at him to stopped Dazai.

"Im not done kissing you yet..!" He said.. with the look of lust on his eyes as he took a note of you blushing a smirk can be seen on his face. "Oh..?~ You liked it after all.." He said teasingly.

He then snuggled up to you feeling relief you've taken your medicine.. "Now we can cuddle now..~" You still felt flustered and felt so defeated by his kiss.. Maybe next time you'll drink your medicine with your own will.

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Chuuya came home tired.. seeing your state making him so annoyed.. he just wanted to cuddle with and sleep already and now.. he's not able to.

As he takes note of your fever. Despite that, he still wants to comfort you for a bit, even if he is going to end up getting sick.

“I know… but I can’t let you lie here alone like this.”

He sighs as he pulls you into a hug, knowing very well that there’s likely a chance he might fall ill, too. But he is willing to risk it if you could be made more comfortable, even if it’s just for a bit.

"Chuuya don't be stubborn..." He then let of you pouting as he spoke.. “Damnit, Doll… you made sure to take your medicine right?”

You then looked away, avoiding his gaze.. "Well.. uhm.." Chuuya’s eyes narrow as he raises an eyebrow when you mention you haven’t taken your meds yet. “You didn’t take your medicine..” He looks at you with a disappointed look as he sets you out of his arms and sits up in bed. “Why didn’t you take your medicine..?”

"It taste bad and im going to be fine..!" You said protesting.

“So? You still have to take them…” He grumbles as he stands up and walks to the bathroom, grabbing some medicine and a glass of water from the drawer under the sink. He walks back to you and places the water and medicine on your lips. “Just open wide…”

You covered youself with blanket and moving away from him. "I don't waaannnaaa"

Chuuya scowled at how stubborn you’re being, but he’s already made up his mind and knows he won’t stop until you take them. “I know you don’t want to, but you need to.” He tells you sternly as he holds the tablet to your mouth and waits for you to swallow. “Come on, Doll. You know I’m not kidding around.”

As much as Chuuya had felt a bit exasperated with you, he still couldn’t help but to find you adorable. Your stubbornness was always one of things he adored about you. Even when you pouted and hid away your mouth.

But once he placed the pill on your tongue, he didn’t hesitate on kissing you to get you to swallow it.

Chuuya continued to apply soft kisses on your mouth as he waited for you to swallow the medicine. Once he heard you've finally swallow it, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly. "Alright... you took it?" He murmured as he looked at you for an answer.

You cough a little and felt embarrassed as you hid yourself with a pillow. “That wasn’t so bad, Doll, you’re fine.” He told you as he gently removed the pillow from your face. He also brought a hand up to brush back your hair, as if it was a natural reflex to do so.

“Just relax, there’s no use in being so embarrassed…” He rubbed the back of your head gently and kissed your forehead to comfort you. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed you before anyways. You don’t need to turn all red for me…” He teases and smugly about.

Well he's right.. but it was unexpected... as you lay your head to his chest and wrapped his arms around you to make you sleep comfortably.

"Rest well, Doll.." He then kissed your cheeks adoring you. The medicine wasn't taste so bad when Chuuya makes you drink it.. you wondered why...

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[supernova41st]

Can I request tf2 mercs with a reader who honestly looks really sweet and nice, but they're actually really blunt and rude like every time they open their mouth it's just "YOU #### ILL ### YOUR ### UNTIL YOU ######!!!"

Sweet n’ Sour 🎀

Mercs x “nice”! Reader

(pt.2)

A/n: MWAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM. Rn I’m planning to make a fic of my own after this then I’ll be doing more requests afterwards so please be sure to suggests something I may do!!

Warnings: Harsh insults, Suggestive, Patronizing

Scout

Somebody warn him before he does some stupid shit like asking you out

At first he saw you as some ditzy babe he can pull unlike how classy Ms Pauling was, so he didn’t go to spy for you

I mean he still would’ve gotten his ass handed to him if he went to spy

“Sup princess, was wondering if you’d let me pop a soda with you and maybe you’d let me pop something else” lip bite

“..can you pop that giant disgusting pimple on your forehead instead??”

he ran to his room and began to cry, spy had some questions

“…what did you do? What did you say to him?”

“Omfg, what are you his dad? Jesus it hasn’t even been a week here and I’m already so fuckin tired of these guys god it’s like middle school all over again”

You just rambled on how annoyed you were

Oh yeah, he did pop that pimple eventually

Scout (like the child he is) went to spy because he genuinely wanted to know what he did wrong, like seriously wanted to know

“And then she friggin’ told me I had a gross pimple on my face and none of it wasn’t my fault!! I mean-seriously do chics just decide to be bitchy whenever they want?”

“Scout. You went up to a woman, a real woman, patronized her, and what? You thought she was going to suddenly want to be your ‘babe’ as you call it?”

“…okay I see how she could’ve took it the wrong way, BUT”

Spy smacked the shit out of him lol

He was so scared of you even if you did fight alongside him, he was scared you were gonna chew him up again the way you did before.

At the same time it did get him pretty hard to see you out there, something about you yelling at enemies swearing to kill them and their families just got him going

“CANT SNEAK AWAY FROM THIS AK MOTHERFUCKER”

“Uhh, I need to go take a dump or sumthin’ like dat”

He always thought about asking you out but the way you responded to his attempt at hooking up with you was enough to make hide his feelings

But you definitely weren’t one to hide yours, you quickly recognized that his dumbassery turned your laced panties into a slip n’ slide. So of course you went up to him asking to go out

“Hey Jeremy, I saw you out there bashing that heavy’s head in like it was nothing. You looked cute”

“Oh, y-yeah I mean pfft it’s what I do I mean it’s nothing special unless you think it’s sumthin’ special which I totally agree with you if you think it’s cool-“

“Shh- how about when we go back to the base I help you with some new techniques and you show me some of yours?”

Scout didn’t know if that was a metaphor for sex or if he was going to get his ass destroyed by you, but either way the answer was gonna be yes

Medic

When you first joined the team he never really expressed that he thought you wouldn’t be a good edition to the team

It only ever showed while on a mission, he’d almost never Uber you because he thought of you as weak

The first time he really interacted with you was in the battlefield he kept on using his syringe gun instead of healing the the team

You got so frustrated with him and just had to say something

“MEDIC PUT THE FUCKING GUN AWAY AND UBER HEAVY YOU FOUR-EYE BITCH” you screamed, slapping his gun way and shaking his collar

He blushed at the sight of you snapping at him, so unexpected yet so.. hot

“Oh, ja.. of course ♡”

The love in this man’s eyes compared to the hate in yours was astonishing, of course he immediately went to go do what you told him, all for you and only you

As soon as the match finished he couldn’t stop thinking about how much fury you had, he was definitely going to pocket you in the next match

It was so exciting to see you, so beautiful, yet so aggressive on the field

He’s always calming you whenever you get angry, basically this photo

We all know Medic likes to be a bit messy himself with his bonesaw, you hate it when he gets messy around you

“Ugh!! Medic! You got blood on my skirt, do we need to get your ass another pair of glasses??”

“Now now, I itz nothing to worry about my love. I know my vway around a blood stain!”

“Okay,, but if this thing is still on here by then you’re buying me another.”

He enjoys watching you get ready in your pretty outfits and makeup. Medic is well maintenance but it doesn’t compare to how long it takes for you to get ready

You defending him is his fav thing ever, he never shows it a lot but he loves it when you cuss out mercs who think they aren’t getting enough healing

“SCOUT YOU PEICE OF SHIT STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM MEDIC IF YOU WANT HEALING!!”

“Aww, y/n ☺️”

No but you guys are so cute, esp when he Ubering you

He’s always cheering you on as you tear the enemy team apart

“You’re doing well my perle!!”

“Thanks my love! WHO WANTS THEIR BALLS CRUSHED”

Soldier

As soon soldier saw you he was kinda annoyed in a way? He didn’t want to kick you out or anything but he did want you to prove yourself to him, he wasn’t just gonna let a wuss fight alongside him

He once tried to push you to your limit by making you do some exercise but nothing could’ve prepared him for how you were gonna respond

“DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 40 CUPCAKE”

“Uh-uh I KNOW ur not talking to me bitch”

“DID I STUTTER?”

“DID I STUTTER?? DONT YOU HAVE LIKE AN EAGLE TO WALK OR SOMETHING? GO SHOVE A ROCKET UP YOUR ASS”

You continued to give him the death stare, but soldier just stood there

You guys made out hard, right there and then. He just couldn’t resist, we all know how he feels about strong ladies

After that the All-American Soldier we once knew turned into a loverboy, he lives and breathes to love you

But since soldier has the lowest IQ out of all of the mercs he tends to get you on your nerves a lot

“Soldier, sweetie!! Why are we dying so much what’s the biggie? 😚”

“APOLOGIES CUPCAKE, BUT IT APPEARS I HAVE KILLED ANOTHER SOLDIER. AND IN THE GREAT NAME OF LADY LIBERTY, I MUST BURY IT IN HER HONOR.”

“SOLDIER GET YOUR ASS ON THE POINT RIGHT FUCKING NOW.”

“..copy that”

He always straightens his back every time he’s in your presence, he always wants to show how tough he is and that he respects you

The team gets so overstimulated whenever you two are on the same mission, especially Spy. It always ends with him getting a headache

He’ll try to get you cute gifts, but sometimes what Soldier considers ‘cute’ can be um

“Yehhehehe, SWEETHEART, I HAVE A SUPRIIISE”

“Is it another ear necklace? Soldier I told you to stop giving me those they’re gross..”

“NEGATIVE!”

“sigh Finally, what is it?”

“A BOW MADE OUT OF MY TISSUE. DOCTOR HELPED ME MAKE IT.”

“..okay what the fuck are you on like-what medicine do you take??”

For the most part soldier means no harm, he just wants to love you. Even if it means giving you jewelry made out of the flesh of his enemies <33

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Healing together

Hii, I hope you enjoy this story. Before you begin reading, I want to make something very clear: in no way am I romanticizing mental health problems. I understand how serious these issues are, and my intention is not to glamorize or trivialize them in any way.

My goal with this story is to bring attention to mental health, to encourage understanding and empathy, and to show that these struggles are real and valid.

Lando is tired, tired of everyone being on his business, of dating rumours of him appearing every week, of comparing himself to his colleagues, or even when he is surrounded by people still feeling alone.

That's why his visits to his psychologist have risen these last months, but he feels better after them not only for the medical help he is receiving but because of them Lando feels as if he has found a source of happiness in the less expected place.

Lando walked out of his psychologist’s office, feeling a little lighter than when he’d walked in. The sessions had been tough lately, but he could feel them slowly chipping away at the heaviness weighing on him for so long. Today was no different. He had spoken about his fears, his frustrations, and the intense scrutiny he felt under the constant watch of the media and fans. His psychologist had listened intently, offering guidance and strategies to help him cope. It wasn't an immediate fix, but it helped. As he turned the corner in the narrow hallway leading to the building’s exit, he suddenly collided with someone, almost knocking them over.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, reaching out instinctively to steady the person he’d bumped into. His hands brushed against a woman's arm, and he quickly drew back, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” she replied with a soft smile, smoothing out the crease on her sweater. Lando noticed the sparkle in her eyes, the gentle way she carried herself. She was around his age, and there was something about her that made him pause. “I should have been paying more attention,” she continued, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.

“No, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Lando said, smiling back. He felt a strange flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just startled,” she laughed lightly. “I’m here for an appointment,” she added, nodding towards the door Lando had just exited.

Lando recognized her. She had been in the waiting room a few times when he arrived for his sessions. They had exchanged polite nods before, but they had never spoken. There was something about her that intrigued him—a quiet presence that seemed to draw him in, even in the brief moments they shared in passing.

“Same here. I mean, I was just here for one,” Lando responded, feeling a bit awkward but curious about her. "I'm Lando," he introduced himself, offering his hand with a friendly grin.

"I'm Y/N," she replied, shaking his hand.

Lando nodded, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest. "Nice to officially meet you, Y/N."

From that day on, their encounters in the waiting room became a highlight of Lando's visits. They started talking more, sharing little bits about their lives. He learned that Y/N was an artist, her world filled with colours and canvases, while she learned about his passion for racing and his struggles with the spotlight. He found solace in their conversations, a break from the chaos of his life.

Between visits, Lando found himself thinking about Y/N more and more. Her laugh, her kindness, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she loved. She was different from anyone he had ever met, and he found himself looking forward to their brief moments together, the connection they shared growing stronger with each passing day.

One day, after a particularly challenging race weekend, Lando walked into the psychologist's office, his thoughts swirling with frustration and disappointment. But as soon as he saw Y/N sitting there, his mood lifted. She was sketching something in her notebook, her focus intense.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, sliding into the seat next to her.

Y/N looked up, her face brightening when she saw him. "Hey, Lando. How did the race go?"

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Not great, honestly. But seeing you here makes it a bit better." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N blushed slightly, a smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks. I'm glad I can help, even if it's just a little."

Over the next few weeks, Lando's feelings for Y/N grew. He admired her strength, her resilience, and the way she approached life with a quiet courage that inspired him. And as he got to know her better, he realized he wanted to be more than just a friend to her.

It was after a particularly good race that Lando finally decided to take a leap. He had won, and the high of victory was still coursing through his veins as he walked into the psychologist's office, hoping to see Y/N.

To his delight, she was there, sitting in her usual spot, her face lighting up when she saw him. "Hey, Lando! I heard about the race. Congratulations!" she said, her excitement genuine.

"Thanks, Y/N," Lando said, his heart racing as he gathered the courage to say what he'd been thinking about for weeks. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."

Y/N's smile faltered slightly, her eyes flickering with a hint of apprehension. "Oh? What is it?"

Lando took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. This was it—the moment he had been building up to ever since he first met her. "I was wondering… would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date?"

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, and for a long, agonizing moment, she was silent. Lando's stomach twisted, anxiety gnawing at him as he wondered if he had misread all the signs. Had he pushed too far, too fast?

Finally, Y/N spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Lando, I… I really like you, but…"

"But what?" he asked gently, his brow furrowing in concern. Her hesitation made his heart clench, his mind racing through every possible reason she might be pulling away.

Y/N looked down at her hands, her fingers nervously twisting together. Her eyes were shadowed with fear, a fear she had tried so hard to keep hidden. "I come here because… I'm scared of falling in love. I’ve been hurt before, and I don’t want to get my heart broken again. I… I didn’t expect to feel this way about anyone, especially not you."

Her confession hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of her past. Lando’s chest tightened, his heart aching for her. He could see how much it cost her to say those words, to admit to the pain that still lingered in her heart.

Lando reached out, his fingers gently brushing against hers before he took her hand, holding it tenderly in his. "I understand, Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "I know how it feels to be scared, to worry that opening up will just lead to more hurt. But I promise you, I would never intentionally hurt you. If you give me a chance, I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never feel that way again."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears she was trying so hard to hold back. There was a wariness in her gaze, a deep-seated fear of letting herself believe in the possibility of something good, something real. "You really mean that?"

"I do," Lando replied earnestly, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "I like you a lot, Y/N. More than I thought possible. And I think we could be great together. But I don’t want to rush you or push you into anything you’re not ready for."

Y/N's breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She wanted to believe him, to trust in his words and in the warmth she felt whenever he was near. But the scars of her past were still fresh, the fear of falling only to be caught by nothing but empty air still too real. She bit her lip, trying to steady herself.

She hesitated, the words catching in her throat as she tried to find the courage to let herself take this leap. Her heart pounded in her chest, torn between the desire to protect herself and the yearning to let herself hope again. As she looked into Lando's eyes, she saw the sincerity there, the raw, unguarded emotion that he had laid bare for her.

And despite the fear, despite the voice in her head screaming at her to pull back, to protect herself, she felt a spark of something else—a small, fragile spark of courage. A tiny flame of hope that maybe, just maybe, this could be something different. Something worth risking her heart for.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice trembling with the weight of her decision. She squeezed his hand, holding on to him as if he were the lifeline she needed. "I'll give it a go. But please… be patient with me. I’m scared, Lando. Really scared."

Lando's face softened, his expression one of tender understanding. "I promise, Y/N. I’ll be here, every step of the way. We’ll take it slow, as slow as you need. One step at a time, okay?"

Y/N nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek as she let herself believe, just for a moment, that maybe she didn’t have to face her fears alone. "One step at a time."

And as they sat there, hand in hand, their fingers intertwined, they both felt a surge of something new—something that was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. It wasn’t just about the promise of a date or the thrill of new romance; it was about finding comfort and courage in each other, about taking a chance on something that might just heal the wounds they both carried.

Together, they were ready to face whatever came next, one tentative, hopeful step at a time.

[aayakashii]

❤3 and ❤42 with Yuri please, I need something fluffy with him right now

3❤️ a kiss on the forehead

42❤️ a clumsy kiss

Warning: this is not a drabble at all but I can't shut up so here take this fic 🫳 also not very proofread YET so I apologize if it's a bit wonky

One thing about Mortkranken’s underground: it’s cold. It makes sense, though. There were tons of biological samples being analyzed by students every single day, so it’s not like it could have a warm and comfortable temperature.

Still, you weren’t expecting it to be so cold.

It was kind of ironic, knowing how Yuri hated the other extremely cold dorm of Darkwick. But while Frostheim was freezing because of its natural weather (or as natural as a place created by an anomalous island could be), Mortkranken had all the air conditioners and freezers to create that artificial bubble of icy and dry climate.

Yuri’s personal office wasn’t exempt from the cold. Despite how spacious it was, the air still hung heavy while a split system blasted glacial wind mercilessly.

You trembled slightly as you went through paper after paper, doing inventory of all of Yuri’s books. Despite being a genius, apparently he couldn’t organize all the dozens of bookshelves he kept carelessly stacked with medical tomes, articles and notes.

Sometimes you wondered if he would just carry on, working in a terribly messy office, if you had never come around and offered your help - which he begrudgingly accepted.

However, it’s not like you were doing that entirely out of the good of your heart. You liked spending time with Yuri, despite how snappy he was, yes. You saw how lonely and starved of appreciation he was and it tugged on your heartstrings. Probably no one ever tried to go past that wall of arrogance he had built for himself as a protection, and you were set on trying to give him a little bit of comfort.

Maybe you also thought that the way his hair fell on his face was very pretty, that his sea-green eyes were gorgeous, and that everytime he blushed you wanted to grab his shoulders and pull him into a kiss so you could watch him have a meltdown and turn into putty in your hands. Yes. Maybe. But that’s not why you were there.

You were there because Frostheim was throwing one of their fancy balls that night and you desperately wanted to escape. You were invited, or better yet, subpoenaed by Jin and Tohma and you wanted nothing to do with it. You already had to deal with a tragic curse, thank you very much. Mingling with stuck up rich students was the last thing you wanted to do.

So, mentally apologizing to Kaito and Luca, you lied through your teeth and said you already had a job to do. At that point, you didn’t; but you found yourself in Yuri’s office, annotating his every dusty book just in case they sent someone to grab you by the hair and drag you to the ball. They wouldn’t try to come close to Mortkranken, after all - too much drama between the captains.

And work you did. Being around a cute doctor was just a bonus.

Yuri scrolled through his phone mindlessly for a few minutes, allowing himself to rest his brain after another day of working until his eyes were crossing. He wasn’t much of a social media guy, but he understood quite well the importance of taking breaks every so often in order to have his thoughts reorganize themselves. Even if he went around and then spent three days wide awake just to compensate for a 15 minute break.

It’s not like he was actually relaxing, however. He was very much aware of your presence in his office, just a few steps away from him, as you organized his books. You had offered yourself to catalog his tomes and clean them up out of nowhere and, despite his hesitance, deep down he was grateful for that. After all, an organized workplace works wonders for inspiration and concentration - he was just… very bad at doing the organization thing when it wasn’t directly related to his duties as a doctor.

He also wasn’t quite sure why you had suddenly offered to spend the evening working, but he just decided to chalk it up to you being grateful for his brilliance and infinite generosity. He DID offer to train you in anomalous medicine, didn’t he? Maybe you were just wise and trying to repay his kindness.

He huffed, a smug smile on his face, clearly satisfied with his own answer, but quickly turned his attention back to his phone after noticing you heard him and looked his way.

After scrolling mindlessly through posts about scientific innovations, articles, new hospitals and a bunch of ads for questionable medicines that claim to cure people of everything and anything at all, Yuri stopped at a photo of a familiar place.

It had been posted only 10 minutes before and showed a grand ballroom, filled with young people in fancy garments and expensive flower bouquets placed in tall vases that decorated every corner. Some people appeared to be dancing, while others chatted with a drink in their hand.

It was a familiar place because he had been in this exact same setting before – it was Frostheim and apparently they were throwing a ball at that very moment.

Yuri's lips curled down in disgust at the sight of the dorm.

“These mindless pricks just can't spend a single day without flaunting their wealth, can they?” Yuri grumbled audibly, scowling at his phone.

“Did you say something, Yuri?” you asked, turning to face him while you meticulously noted down another batch of book titles in your handbook.

“These wannabe nobles from Frostheim!” he spat “They can't do a single useful thing for society, but still try to intimidate others by showing off how rich they are! Disgusting!” Yuri slammed his phone on the desk, getting up from his seat, and pranced around the large room, as if he could not contain his anger quietly.

He didn't quite understand the reasoning behind his own anger. All he knew was that he felt enraged, an ironically icy feeling crawling up his chest. And that he needed a Frostheim student in front of him right at that moment so he could punch them. Too bad he was so physically weak.

“Oh, are you talking about the ball they're throwing today?” you asked, nonchalantly.

Yuri stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around towards you, an expression of disgust and betrayal on his face.

How would you even know about this ball? Frostheim prided in excluding everyone else that didn't wear that godawful blue lapel pin from every social event. So how would you, a puny little student with no association to any dorm at all, know about a big event such as that ball?

Yuri chose to blatantly ignore your friendships with Luca and Kaito for the benefit of his own theory.

You swallowed hard, realizing by his behavior that you probably should not have said that at all.

“How do you know about that ball?!” he said, through gritted teeth.

You cleared your throat.

“Um… I heard Luca and Kaito mention it earlier today…”

Yuri slowly walked towards you, as if he was a predator gauging your movements in order to know when to attack.

“Lies. I see how you are blinking fast. You also have flared nostrils and you are unconsciously biting your lips! Body language 101! You cannot fool a doctor like me, I see everything!”

You sighed.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. I was invited.” you mumbled, grabbing a tome and wiping the dust from its cover, avoiding Yuri's accusatory gaze.

His jaw went slack. His theory was correct then, after all! But of course it was. He was Yuri Isami, the captain of Mortkranken and the best doctor on that campus. Of course he was correct.

And so you were indeed a filthy traitor.

“Oh, so you're so connected to that despicable dorm that you were even INVITED to their ball?!” How dare you, he wanted to say, how dare you give them the time of the day when HE– when Mortkranken was the one doing all the important work in that place.

You raised an eyebrow at Yuri's dramatics, side-eyeing him while you still dusted books.

“Darkwick made me the inspector, remember? I have to have proper relationships with every single dorm and it's not like I want that either. It's all because of my curse.”

Yuri scoffed, throwing his arms up in disbelief.

“As if you need anything else besides Mortkranken's assistance! We are the only ones who are qualified to undo your curse once and for all! And yet, you still mingle with those Frostheimers…” he clenched his fists.

“Yuri, I think you're forgetting the fact that I chose not to go to the ball and spend my night here organizing your books.” you wiggled a book on your hand to make your point clearer, fully turning towards him.

That little detail seemed to have finally been processed in Yuri's mind right after you said it.

He went silent, staring at you with narrowed eyes. As if he didn't trust you yet. As if you could stab him in the back as soon as he turned around.

You sighed, putting the book on the shelf and then resting your hands on your hips.

“Why are you so angry at them for throwing a ball? You know they always do that.”

He didn't know why he was angry, actually. It was like Frostheim was a trigger word for him. He heard it and fury just freely ran through his veins like molten iron. It burned and hurt because he didn't know why it felt like that.

He just did.

It wasn't in Yuri's nature to be quiet. To be speechless. And when he didn't answer your question, you knew something deep, deeper than you could reach, had been brewing for too long.

He stood still like a statue, mouth pressed in a thin line as he turned your question around in his mind, like he would an unsolved rubrik cube. Only this time, he wasn't able to finish it in record time like he used to finish all of his real cubes.

You took a deep breath.

“Look.” you snapped him out of his daze “I'm gonna prove to you that balls are boring and that you aren't missing anything.”

You knew he wasn't upset because of FOMO, but seeing him struggle with his thoughts like that made you pity him just a little bit. So you would pretend, for now.

You went to his desk and grabbed your phone, scrolling through something.

“What are you planning to do?” he observed your movements, still as tense as ever.

“What's your favorite song again? It's The Blue Danube Waltz, by Strauss isn't it?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes… I'm surprised a worm like you knows classical music and– no, what does this have to do with anything?” he asked, baffled at the sudden change of topic.

You walked towards him, gaze locked at your phone.

“You like waltzes then. Okay, then this one will have to do.”

You clicked on something on your phone and placed it carefully on one of the bookrack's shelves. Soon enough, some music started playing on the phone's speakers.

Yuri stared dumbly at the hand you were holding out towards him.

“What is this?”

“It's the Masquerade Waltz, by Aram Khachaturian.” You replied flatly, shoving your hand closer to his face.

“I- I know that!” Yuri sputtered, defensively “I want to know what you're doing!”

You shrugged, smirking at your own silly idea that seemed to have badly thrown him off “I want to prove to you how balls are kinda stupid when you can very well just waltz as much as you want at home. Come on. Dance with me?”

Yuri blinked, still staring at your hand.

“W-why should I?!”

“Well… you'll have the satisfaction of doing something Jin wanted to do but can't because I'm here.”

He immediately grabbed your hand, all hesitation left behind. You laughed and restarted the song.

“You better dance properly, worm!”

“I promise nothing.”

Yuri's hands were hot. He had them stuffed in his black gloves like always, but they seemed even warmer against your skin as you held him firmly.

He knew very well all of the waltz etiquette, of course. He was a cultured, refined man who knew how to be a proper partner when dancing with someone in a ballroom. He knew he was supposed to maintain eye contact with his dance partner.

But goddamn it, was it hard to keep looking into your eyes. Even though you weren't always looking at him – as expected of an impolite worm – whenever your eyes met, he felt his insides stir and he wondered in passing if he had to start taking some type of anxiety medication.

Sometimes he'd relax for a second when you looked down at your feet to count 1, 2 ,3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. He used that moment to breathe deeply and then grimace at how shaky his exhale sounded.

His heart drummed inside his ribcage, and he hoped you'd keep your little grubby fingers far away from his radial artery, otherwise you'd feel how fast his heart was beating. He couldn't have you thinking he was nervous. He wasn't nervous! The situation was just… unexpected.

And then you started humming along with the song.

Yuri swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and cleared his throat.

“You… you like this waltz?” he managed to say. He shoved the thought that you sounded cute, humming a song just like he always did, deep, deep inside the corners of his mind.

You widened your eyes for a second.

“Oh! I was humming, wasn't I? Sorry. But yeah, it's my favorite. I guess I can't say I don't understand you when you hum too” you laughed nervously.

The both of you kept on clumsily stepping side to side, front to back, as the song reached its last notes.

Yuri knew the song was ending, and his anxiety peaked. It was like he wanted something to happen – no, like he needed to do something, but he didn't know what it was.

His stomach churned as the song faded out, and your feet came to a halt. Your hand left his own, and so did the one on his shoulder. He could feel the warmth of your body leaving him as he forced himself to step back.

You cleared your throat and gave him an exaggerated curtsy, lifting the hem of an imaginary dress.

“Thank you so much for this dance, Lord Isami” you said with a grin, in a fake posh accent.

And after that, it was like he became possessed by some trickster spirit who had it out for him.

Yuri didn't really know what thought process led him to suddenly grab your shoulders and awkwardly place his lips on your forehead, but when you gasped under him, he finally came back to his senses.

“GAH! I don't know why I did that!” he yelled, taking a few long steps back and away from you.

He stared at his own hands, like they were monsters with a life of their own. Some cruel, awful things that made him act on an impulse he didn't even know he had.

His thoughts ran wild and tumbled one over the other, each and every one yelling some reasoning for his stupid actions and turning his mind into a deafening cacophony that made his head fuzzy and his ears ring.

“Um...” you voiced out, and Yuri finally looked at you again, quickly halting his spiral towards a panic attack. His eyes fluttered, taking in the sight in front of him.

You covered your cheeks with your hands, looking to the side as you pressed your lips in a thin line. Yuri swore he could see the ghost of a smile on the corner of your lips, gone in the blink of an eye.

Yuri was screwed. That immediately became the only thought that blared inside his brain after looking at you, all flustered and embarrassed.

“I'm screwed” he murmured unconsciously and you had the gall to chuckle.

“Sorry?” you asked, a smile warming your voice in a way that made Yuri dizzy.

He shook his head, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes, and took a deep breath.

“You can go to your quarters now. Continue your work here later.” he announced, secretly celebrating how his voice sounded stable again.

You slowly grabbed your phone, still smiling like you knew something he didn't. Preposterous.

“Okay.” you replied, without much protest.

Yuri watched as you picked up the rest of your belongings and made the way towards his door.

“I hope I convinced you of all that stuff we talked about, by the way. See you tomorrow, Yuri” you said, looking over your shoulder before you left.

Yuri had absolutely no idea of what you were even talking about. All he knew was that his room was hot. He felt incredibly hot and his heart still hammered mercilessly inside his ribs. Was he having a heat stroke? Yeah, maybe it was that. Maybe he was having a heat stroke because you made him dance and sweat when he didn't need to.

He looked at the thermometer under his AC.

It read 5°C/40°F.

[lynnerdo]

* The heart is not meant to rule *

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader

Slow burn, knife kink, blood kink, strangers to lovers, softer!Feyd-Rautha, CONSENT, 18+, arranged marriage, assassination, poison, murder, etc

Chapter 1 - Introduction Chapter 2 - Beginnings are such delicate times Chapter 3 - Eclipse Chapter 4 - A Time of Quiet Between the Storms Chapter 5 - Harkonnen Arena Chapter 6 - Water of life Chapter 7 - Each man is a little war Chapter 8 - Spice

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The lush and deep forests near the castle brings many memories to you. Soon your life might look completely different, should Feyd reconsider marriage. You hope he pulls through, in more ways than one. Walking in the crisp fresh air of the trees makes you realise your feelings might be developing in more than just infatuation. Your heart sank when you saw Feyd collapse last night. It felt heavy to breathe just thinking about what would have happened if he died. But not only that, you felt as if Feyd would be an interesting partner. His personality very different from the men who you had known all your life. He showed a different kind of devotion, almost obsession over you. You admit it made you quiver a little bit every time he stared you down, a biological reaction, you assured yourself.

You think it’s sinful to admit that when he had you cornered in the halls, hand pulling your hair, you also felt your body react to that. It was the first time a man didn’t tiptoe around you, someone who saw you on an equal line, someone who didn’t feel the need to behave otherwise because of your stature. You understand why your mother didn’t think a Bene Gesserit training would be something for you. You lacked the self-control and discipline, just now acknowledging how your body responded to violence like that. You continue walking in the forest, blushing heavily thinking about him. You can’t seem to snap out of the feeling of his breathe on your lips, his face so close, and then feeling the solid form of his body as you dragged him back. He truly is remarkable.

*

Feyd keeps inquiring the staff when you will be back, obsessively so. He doesn’t look desperate, but some of the people in the castle would describe him as a loyal dog waiting for their master to return. He had no patience whatsoever. He felt a lot fitter already, a burning sensation lingering in his muscles, but the medical staff reassured him he would be fine in a few days. He had heard everything that happened last night, how you grunted as you pulled his body all the way back to the castle, how you demanded them to save him, using any way possible, even if it meant breaking the law. You showed a devotion to him he wasn’t used to. Even his servants didn’t seem to care that much and were just acting out of fear. Whilst there was some fear in your voice last night, it wasn’t caused by him, it was a fear of losing him.

He went back to his quarters to get a much-needed bath and to sit in his own thoughts for now. He wasn’t allowed to let himself get so entrapped by her, it showed a certain weakness that Harkonnen didn’t take kindly to. He felt his worries wash off him as he entered the bathroom however, the same enchanting scent he smelled coming from the garden last night, now enveloping him. ‘Caladian rose’ it was called. And he noticed how it smelled like her. He recalled the way he trapped her between the wall and himself the day before, when he got a whiff of her perfume, how his hand smelled like her.

It drove him crazy; his hands went down into the water. He kept seeing your face as he softly stroked his full length. The scent of the bath adding to the feeling, it was like you were taking over his mind, all he could think of was you. He imagined how good you would look if you were in the bath here with him, your soft body writhing next to him, your hands on his chest, his face, his cock. His strokes were getting harder and faster at this point. He wanted nothing more but to taste you, lick your skin and claim your lips, to make you cry out his name, over and over. He came hard at the thought of you sitting on top of him, asking for more. He saw stars and realised you didn’t need to be trained like a Bene Gesserit, for you were already controlling his mind and body without it.

*

You eventually find the herb you were looking for and cut it with the blade Feyd gave you. It’s funny how a weapon made for killing was now being used for essentially gardening. You weren’t going to tell him that the first thing you used it on was a plant however, that’s just disrespectful.

As you make your way back to the castle, it’s already the late afternoon. It seemed like the search took longer than you wanted to, and you were needing a bath of your own. You felt sweaty, musky and assumed mentally drained after the events of last night. It would also help to calm down your muscles a little bit more. Feyd was a heavy man, and you were not used to dragging heavy men around. That was something Duncan hadn’t taught you yet.

You go to your quarters and let a bath run, you add some salts and Caladian rose essential oils. You hadn’t seen any staff members or servants in your walk back, but you also feared for any news coming from Feyd. You sort of assume he was strong enough to fight through the toxins, certainly with your blood going through him. But a small fear lingered. It would be better if you could see him tonight.

*

You eventually got out of the bath, to your own disappointment. A staff member had knocked on your door, telling you dinner would be starting soon. As you got out, you decide on wearing a pale purple dress, with cut-outs on your shoulders. It shaped around your body nicely and was extremely soft. As you moved towards the dining hall, it flowed behind you in the light of the setting sun.

As you entered the dining hall you stopped in your tracks. Feyd was standing near one of the bigger windows, looking outside towards the ocean. As he heard the door close behind you, he turned around. He was wearing something more casual as well, see through vest with a deep V-neck, showing off his perfectly shaped torso. It was tightened softly on his hip and a soft black pant underneath. His skin glistening in the direct sunlight it received. You made your way towards him, still in disbelief that he’s already up and running. His gaze softened once he saw you, whatever his thoughts were, they fell away.

“My Lady Atreides,” he purred as you got closer to him.

You smiled at him, for the first time it felt genuine as well. His nostrils flared and he clenched his jaw, reminding himself to not listen to his instinct to kiss you right there and then. You reached over to touch him however, grazing his arm softly.

“How- When did you awaken?”, you stumble, softly rubbing your thumb against his arm.

He looked down at your hand and then back at you. You misinterpreted his meaning and let go of him. He countered by grabbing your hand back, softly playing with it. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, as you got hotter with every soft movement he did.

“I think I have my Lady to thank for that,” he said as he pulled your hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, never taking his eyes off yours.

He seemed like a proper gentleman just now, but you knew something was off. The glint in his eye and the way he smirked after reminding you that he was still Feyd. You didn’t seem to mind however, whatever he might be thinking about. You felt flattered and had to admit you loved it when he swooned over you like this. He was direct with his intentions; you knew where you stood with him.

As you two were standing there, the door opened once more. Your father and mother entered with an indescribable emotion set on their faces. By now, you assume word had spread already. You left out a soft ‘ugh’, and Feyd picked up on it. He let go of your hand and cupped your cheek softly. He brushed over your almost faded scar, as he licked him lips. How seductive, you thought. “Calm down darling, they won’t punish you if we get married,” he spoke.

There it was again, that word that caused all of this in the first place. He knew what he said, as he smiled a bit more venomous than he should have. You were stumbling to realise what he said about marriage, however. He saw your conflicting thoughts on your face and realised the words he spoke. A bit stifled at his lack of self-control, he let go of your cheek and made his way towards the table. He let his emotions slip a little too soon for his liking.

You’re staring out of the window, trying to process what had just transpired. As you turned around and sat down in front of him, you smiled a little bit, the inevitable dreaded conversation with your father could wait for now. You didn’t have the heart to look at Feyd’s face throughout dinner but shot a few glances to his body. He was remarkable, the epitome of a Greek god. You recall standing next to him and smelling Caladian rose on him. He could have taken a bath without any oils, but the fact that he didn’t, sent you into overdrive. This man was slowly taking over your every thought.

*

After dinner, your father proposes a toast in celebration of Feyd’s recovery, since not a lot of men have lived through meeting a white king cobra and living to tell the tale. You assumed Feyd would still be in a lot of pain on the inside, feeling a burning sensation every time he took a breath. You give the herbs to a staff member and ask her to prepare some tea. It’s the least you could do to help him feel more soothed.

As alcohol flows, you indulge in some of it as well. It soothes your inner thoughts and calms you down after the events that transpired. As the staff member returns, you muster up the courage to ask Feyd to follow you. You go out of the dining hall towards one of the balconies nearby. Feyd follows you promptly, wondering what you were going to say. You hand him over the tea, already cooled down a bit, and he takes the cup.

“What is this?” he questions you, smelling the cup and frowning at it. You chuckle at his reaction, “it’s just some tea, I went out to get fresh herbs, it helps with the feeling of dying,” you assume to know how he is feeling with that. He looks up at you, puzzled “I feel great,” he smirks.

You take a few seconds before you realise, he’s joking with you.

“Just drink it, even for you this can’t be enjoyable anymore,” you say as you slightly roll your eyes and turn to lean on the balcony railing.

The setup reminding you of the moment you shared with him back on Giedi Prime.

He listens and drinks it all in one go, it tastes a bit foul to his liking, like drinking grass or something. You laugh at his slight repulsion and let him have your glass of wine.

“Here, wash it away with this,” you say as he takes the glass and brushes your fingers with his softly.

He sips, and you see him return to his normal self. You smile softly at him as he gives you back your glass. You take a big sip out of the glass to wash down your creeping emotions. It makes you a bit numb and tingles within your body, but it’s a welcome treat. Feyd is staring at your face, trying to read your emotions at this point, you had been quiet all night. He decides to speak up.

“Lady Atreides, I have to thank you,” he starts, “not only did you save my life last night, you also went against the laws of your people to do so,” he continues as he takes your free hand, “you show a devotion to a cause much like we Harkonnen do, and for that I think you would be a worthy wife for me”.

You’re flattered, but his words seem to be a bit flat, very formal in a way. You had hoped his emotions to be a little bit stronger by now, but at least he wasn’t against marriage anymore. Even if it was for ulterior motives. He saw the struggle on your face, and wanted to shoot himself in the foot, he realised the words he spoke were extremely impersonal.

Ever the diplomat, you responded properly.

“I did what I had to do, I don’t think it would be labelled as an accident should you have died from poisoning, after my assassination attempt on Giedi Prime.”

You spoke with a little bit more sass when you mentioned that the people of his planet wanted to murder you, the alcohol probably giving you a bit more confidence tonight. He narrowed his eyes at you for a few seconds as you stared him down. Your face obviously not amused at his dryness. You turn away under his scorching look and revert your eyes towards the ocean. The moon casting a soft pale light on top of it. You felt his stare linger on you and wondered why both of you were so bad at communicating with each other.

You didn’t expect him to give you a heartfelt poem or anything, but to see him so devoid of emotions made you a little bit annoyed. You had just committed a crime for him, and all he could utter was “thanks, politically speaking we’d be great together”. What an asshole. That’s when you felt him lean towards you on the balcony, a hand trailing your shoulder softly. He had that dangerous quality about him, where you forgave him almost instantly whenever he touched you. You almost felt deprived every time he didn’t.

He trailed your shoulder and took his fingers further down the length of your arm, as if trying to soothe you. In a weird way it was working, you turn towards him as you see him staring back at you, his expression soft. His hand goes back up and onto your cheek, softly swiping at the scar.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight,” he confesses.

Your heart skips several beats at his intimacy. He looks you up and down and takes a deep breath before returning to your face. He notices your cheeks have a colour to them now, maybe it came from the alcohol, but he wants to believe that his words were the culprit. He comes closer to you, and you let him. You turn your body towards him, feeling completely engulfed in his actions.

“If you’ll have me, will you marry me?” he softly speaks, as his other hand snakes around your waist.

He could probably hear your heartbeat at this point, you felt like you were melting into his touch. He felt so warm against your body, so perfectly moulded. You put your glass of wine down and place your hands on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, calm and controlled. For every time people warned you of this man, you have seen him in a different light more than often. He didn’t strike fear inside of you anymore, more so desire and a heavy need of wanting to be his.

As you open your mouth to speak, you get interrupted by a staff member telling you your father wants to speak with you. The moment is completely ruined, anxiety striking your face and Feyd notices. He lets you go but takes your hand in his and pulls it towards his face. He kisses it softly, never letting his eyes leave yours.

“I will await your answer, darling.” He lets you go, and you blush even more than before.

As the staff member guides you towards your father, she speaks some words of encouragement, but to be honest, at this point all you can think of is Feyd. He had just confessed his feelings in a strange way, it felt like he wanted to clear up that he also chose you, and not because of some political agreement. Having to listen to your father now felt like torture, for your night would only become worse.

*

As you entered his quarters he was standing at the window, in deep thought. You sighed and wanted to just get this over with.

“Father, you called?”, you snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned around and looked at you fondly.

You were perplexed, you fully expected him to give you a lecture, but his face was saying otherwise.

“My dear daughter, you truly are some mastermind, aren’t you,” he went to hug you. “What makes you say that father?”, you truly did not understand. “You, saving the Na-Baron, forcing him to marry you in the process, brilliant.” He looked at you filled with pride, but you also realised he completely misunderstood your intentions. “Dad, I’m not forcing anyone, I did what felt right at that moment, had I not, then House Harkonnen would be launching an attack on us as we speak. It was never my intention to force Feyd,” you sounded desperate to make him understand that you were not scheming, but you actually thought Feyd was going to be a good partner.

He looked at you puzzled, like he couldn’t understand what you were implying.

“You meant to save him?” he questioned you. “Yes!” you exclaimed. “Why? This man attacked you on your first day of meeting,” he tried to reason with you. “Because I like him!” you almost shouted.

Your confession falling silent in his room, his face contorting into some form of disbelief. He was trying to understand how someone like you would potentially fall in love with someone like Feyd-Rautha. You sighed and looked away from him.

“I didn’t just break the law because I saw a political advantage. A man I like was dying in front of me, I only did what my heart forced me to do.”

You sounded a bit desperate, to be understood and not judged at this point. Your father noticed your shift in body language, he had made you feel uncomfortable. To his regret, he never married your mother, so he understands what it meant to feel the desperate need to get married to someone you loved.

He hugged you and reassured you it’d all be fine. He released you after a while and spoke.

“The law states that only spouses or family members can aid in the giving of blood. Your mother was against it because it’s not a true Bene Gesserit way, but I don’t care. Your happiness is more important than that,” he took your hands in his, “we will keep the secret for as long as we can, once you get married it doesn’t matter anymore,” he kisses you on your forehead.

Your father only wanted to protect you from the world you lived in, but Feyd also had to agree to keep this secret. Which in turn could be a more difficult task than you wanted it to be.

[hypernova-writes]

KinkTober Day 8

[Threesome - Heavy/Medic]

[A/N: I went a lil ham on this one 👀]

“Can you take both Misha and I Liebe?”

“I think she can Doktor..”

Today was a rough day for you, although your team won the battle today, you had gotten injured, had to help lug Scout and Demoman in who were more injured than you were.

Hell today you were supposed to finally end up confessing your feelings for two of your fellow mercs but noooo, you had to go and help Engineer in the kitchen because Scout was whining about not wanting to because he was “injured”.

Who were the mercs you liked? Well..Medic…and Heavy.

You were closest with those two, the three of you often hanging out after battles, and on ceasefire days they would take you out places they’d found off the base.

You found yourself happier when they take you out, spoiling you but you had convinced yourself it was friends being friends. Besides, they were together, why would they bother searching for a third?

You had finally been convinced by Pyro to go and finally confess and you were gonna do it, but lord everything seemed to throw itself at you to here you just gave up.

Finally trudging your way back to your room, you suddenly perked up at he call of your name.

“Oh Y/n~!”

"There you are Little one.

You turned and a small smile graced your face when you saw Medic standing with Heavy. Medic makes his way over to you, taking your face in his hands, making you gasp out.

“You look so stressed? What is wrong, Schatz?..You look down..” Medic cooed, making you like putty in his hands.

“N-nothing Ludwig..I’m just tired..” You say softly, making Medic pout.

“You never use my real name, Something is wrong and we are going to find out!” Medic says matter of factlt.

You didn’t get to say anything before you were picked up by heavy, and placed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You don’t have a choice, милый, you need comfort.”

You yelped as you felt him tighten his grip on you. You squirmed in his grasp and Medic giggled as he moved to walk behind Heavy.

“See, even Misha agrees~! Now..now don’t pout at me like that.” Medic places a hand on your chin.

“Makes me wonder what other faces we can make you do..?~”

Your face heats up at his words as he moved to start back walking in front of heavy.

You felt embarassed as some of the other mercs watched in confusion as you were effortless carried by Heavy. It s like this until you all reached Heavy’s room.

Heavy sits you on the bed, making you sit up on the bed. Medic gets down on his knees infront of you, caressing your legs.

“You know you have never been one to hide secrets very well, Y/n.”

You feel a jolt as Medic gets close, you instinctively close your legs and Medic smirks before stopping you.

“A little birdie dropped a note you wanted to read to us off to me..So care to really tell us how you feel?..”

You blushed, your eyes averting to Heavy, but he walks closer, gripping your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. “Or do you want us to fuck it out of you..?” He teases and you feel like you want to explode.

Medic lets out another one of his crazed giggles and smiles, “Excellent Idea Misha! I’ll get our little Schätzchen all ready for us..~”

He makes you lay back as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pants. He pulls them down along with your panties and he smirks.

“Mhm..Look at how wet she is Misha.. so nass für uns [so wet for us]..”

Once your pants hit the floor, Medic spreads your legs more, running a hand along your slit, he chuckles as he lowers himself down.

“L-Ludwig?..”

“Shh..I’ve been waiting for this for oh..so long~..”

You gasp out as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue delving in to get a taste. You lay back on the bed, unable to contain the moans that left your mouth. You whimper and went to cover your mouth, but Heavy stopped you, grabbing your hand.

“Nyet.. don’t hide. We love your moans..”

He guides your hand down and you blushed as he guides it down to the obvious tent in your pants.

You locked eyes with Heavy and the smirk he you sent jolts right to your pussy.

He starts undoing his belt and his pants before dropping them slowly, revealing his cock. Your eyes widened a bit, because he was huge.

You whimpered as he nudged himself closer to your mouth and you opened your mouth him, Heavy chuckles as he slowly pushed his way in.

Heavy lets a deep groan leave his throat as he looks down, watching as you take him, he chuckles as you gagged around his cock.

“Take it slow, Cub. I’m not small guy..” Heavy says as he runs his hands through your hair.

Medic slowly rises from his meal, his face covered in your juices, he moves to push up your shirt, pulling down your bra down to reveal your breasts to him.

“Oh my..Look how perky they are..” Medic smirks as he moves up to take once of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the perk bud, making you moan and whine around Heavy’s cock.

Medic pulls away, before he lowers his hand back down to your cunt. “Mhm..You look so good taking Heavy’s cock like this maybe I should do this..~”

Medic slides two of his fingers in, curling them inside of you, making you squirm underneath him, your moans muffled. Heavy pulls away slightly for you to be able to speak and Medic giggles.

“You’re so fucked out already..tell me..My naughty little taube..how long have you wanted this from us?..”

Medic asks while his plunging his fingers in, focused on your face. You moan and gasp as he keeps brushing against that sweet spot in you. “A-a while..” You struggle to say.

You raised your hand to continue pumping Heavy’s cock, as Medic smirks down at you.

“You’ve been wanted to be dominated by me and Misha?~..You want to be our little whore, hmm?~”

Medic says as he suddenly pulls his fingers out making you whimper, but your eyes widened as he began undressing. When he got down to his boxers, you could see the prominent bulge in his pants.

Medic chuckles as he lowers his boxers, his cock springing up. “You think you can handle me fucking you while Heavy takes your mouth Y/n?~” Medic asks as he comes and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.

Medic smirks as he watches Heavy readjust himself, placing his cock back into your mouth, Medic watches for a bit, groaning softly as he gives himself a few pumps before he aligns himself with your cunt.

“Mhm~, Here I come Taube~”

Medic bottoms out in one thrust, that has your eyes nearly rolling back in your head.

Medic started with a rough yet delicious pace, his eyes focused on you, his hands gripping your hips like it was a lifeline.

“O-oh my..You’re so tight..even with me stretching you out..” He moans out, his nails digging into your hips, he lifts you a bit to meet his thrusts.

You were moaning, you didn’t know whether you were coming or going with how hard Medic was fucking you or how good Heavy’s cock felt on your tongue.

You whine as Heavy began slowly fucking your throat, you could tell that he was getting close, based on the growls and groans he was making, and he was beginning to use your throat like it was a fleshlight.

“Can I cum down your throat little cub?..Would you like that…?”

Your response was muffled, but Heavy understood. He gave a dozen more thrusts before you felt him release into your mouth, you tried swallowing it all, but once Heavy Backed away a bit, Medic gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Ah..Ah..open up taube..” He growls as he doubles his efforts to fuck you senseless, You obey him and what he did set your body a blaze.

He smirks before spitting on your tongue, mixing his spit with Heavy’s cum. He then chuckles before giving you an order.

“Swallow it.”

And you did.

That earned a deep groan from Medic and done from Heavy as Medic’s thrusts began to become sloppy.

Now he was the moaning mess, his moans being louder than yours. “Mhm..you’re such a good girl..so good for us..you’re gonna cum with me, Ja?..Gonna cum all over me?..”

You nodded as you arched your back, eyes glued shut as you felt him rubbing your clit along with his thrusts. The moan that left your mouth was a sound you didn’t even know you could make. You writhed underneath Medic as you came.

He soon followed suit. “yes..yes..yes..take it..take it all our beautiful little whore..” He growls as he stayed still for a moment, wanting to make sure every little drop got inside.

It took a moment before Medic went to caress your face. “Heh,..I..i think i enjoyed that more than you and Misha..”

He slowly pulls out of you, watching as his cum leave your fucked out pussy. Medic, not being able to help himself, scooped it up with his fingers before stuffing it back into you.

“I’ve run you a bathe Cub..You were very good for us..” Heavy says as he gently moves to pick you up. You whine and Medic could notice some bruises about to form on your hips.

“Ah don’t sorry..I’ll make sure you heal right up darling.” He leans to place a kiss on your cheek while yo were in heavy’s arms.

“Did you have fun?”

“Fun is an…understatement Ludwig..that was amazing..”

You replied as you leaned into Heavy’s grasp.

“Good Good~! Because next time Heavy and I are going to switch places~”

“H-huh?!” You blushed deeply, not that you didn't want that, it's just that..heavy was huge!

“We have to work little Cub up for that Doktor..”

“We will, We will~ After all I think this means we’re a throuple now!”

"And Cub is no longer to hide things from us. Okay?"

You relax slightly in Heavy's arms. "Okay.."

"Good. Now enjoy bath."

"Mhm..we'll get everything ready for bed Taube. So don't you worry about thing~. Just relax and be pretty~."

——-

[pyan-ero]

what lingerie the TF2 mercs would buy you for valentines day! w/ scenarios+ headcanons. NSFW ahead ~

Scout!

- bought it the instant he saw it! he imagined you in it and couldn’t control himself, got hard instantly.

- isn’t too into pet-play, but calls you kitty, and pets you when you’re like this. likes it if you’re flustered, really enjoys seeing how you blush all over.

- it isn’t on you long, though, he prefers to see you completely naked, in nothing but a little collar beneath him. it makes him nervous, presented with someone so hot and submissive beneath him.

Soldier!

-what did you expect? it was fitted to your exact size, and he was adamant to the store to NOT use a real flag. the store charged him a lil’ extra for ‘not real flag’ material. he happily paid it.

- he becomes flustered and cannot move whenever he sees you in it. might pull at his collar and say you’re ravishing. will ask if he can touch you (usually treats you like property(with consent of course))

- is very, very gentle when he touches you. he kind of stares, trying to commit this sight perfectly to memory. the night will be very romantic, loving, in a way it hasn’t been before.

Pyro!

- was told that lacy, fitting lingerie was best for valentines day— by Spy, of course. He decided, no, and found this cute, adorable garment and decided that it would look best on you. He loves the pink, and the fabric, and bows!

- he would immediately start complimenting you, telling you that you’re so beautiful, and he’s so lucky to have you, and would just praise you. probably forgets he’s supposed to have sex, until you remind him.

- he is entirely focused on you, and your pleasure alone. you try and redirect him, but he’s so deadset on making you feel good that he won’t do anything else. mumbles praises in your neck the entire time.

Demoman!

- didn’t really plan, but bought it last-minute. It worked out, because he found this beautiful little garment and knew it would look magnificent on you. He knew it was the one!

- is immediately really grope-y, but in a really soft and nice way. he loves the thin, flowing material, and keeps it on the entire time. He can’t get enough of you.

- will eat you out, pushing the skirt up your hips and holding your thighs. you know he is a GOD when it comes to head. you will not get any rest.

Heavy!

- he was very ashamed to be shopping for lingerie, was flustered the entire time. He saw this, and imagined it on you, and immediately had to buy it.

- is silent whenever he sees you in this, but you can tell how he’s feeling through his eyes. total adoration, total love, total devotion. he realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, but obviously doesn’t say that then.

- He would gently touch you, and kiss you, and tell you how wonderful, sexy, amazing, intelligent etc you are…and hollllyyyy fuck are you about to be stretched!

Engineer!

- as a gentleman, he wants something very classic. something that you would love, but still feel comfortable both in and out of. might fashion it with a little white collar, or necklace with his insignia on it.

- he wants to dress you in it, so he takes his time. pulling your stockings, fastening them to the garter without and wrinkles. smooths the lace, the material. makes sure to get everything perfect. he steps back and looks at the completed ensemble, and my lord, do you look perfect.

- is hesitant to even have sex with you because of how amazing the set is. you’re like a doll, dressed to perfection and beauty, and to disrupt that? who would he be? but, he is still a man, and he has his needs. might want you to ride him so he can look at you the whole time.

Medic!

- even i, dear reader, am unaware of where Medic got the garment. even with my divine power, this is a mystery. Maybe, he just had it. and somehow it perfectly fit you. who knows…

- but holy fuck. the king for foreplay, he legitimately goes two hours without even touching you. he loves watching you bumble, all flustered, pretending to be a nurse with your ass hanging out. that latex, how it clings to your skin, and he can see how much you’re blushing?

- after those two hours, though… the examination table isn’t even broken, it just doesn’t exist anymore. it existed at the beginning of the night and now, it’s just gone. who knows what happened, other then that Medic sucked, fucked, and creampied you so hard that you know German dirty-talk more than your own name. Hope you’re on birth control!

Sniper!

- doesn’t really care for lingerie. he’s a simple man, with a simple plan, underwear and clothes get in the way of fucking you into next Sunday. This, however, taunted him. Easy to cut, isn’t it?

- Sniper loves the hunt, you love being hunted. it’s perfect :) running into the desert in this, and nothing but this? you’re a reward, and the way to get to the reward is to get you.

- it’s a really easy hunt, tbh. he gets you on the ground, and cuts through the garment like it’s nothing, and takes you, right there, in the wilderness. multiple rounds, too!

Spy!

- the most expensive lingerie out of the mercs, and he gets it months in advance, too. he’s a man who knows what he wants, and what he wants? to spoil you rotten. the only thing he expects in return is submission, and of course, you give it.

- he can play coy, act unamused when he sees you, but his mind is racing. thinking of every position, every sound you’ll make. everyone involving you, and he’ll abruptly stand, walk to you…

- and the night is a wonderful, pleasure filled blur. orgasms within the double-digits, soft music playing the entire time, the little jewels of your lingerie clanking…ah. Spy <3 he might even stay til morning just to ravish you again.

[follows-the-bees]

Changing Channels analysis (cause this episode is so good!)

Let's first talk about Dean and how he relates to TV — and how that also relates to his sexuality!

Near the beginning we see Dean, mouth open, straight on staring at a dramatic medical show. From a character analysis, we see a couple things. Television has shaped so much of Dean's life and how he relates to it and uses it to relate to other people.

Dean uses these tv references to relate to others. But sometimes he tries to hide his viewing habits. During this scene, Dean tries to play off watching the show as a fluke, but even before the facade is lifted later on, he mentions: "I think it's based on a book," this tells us that Dean knows more about this show than he's letting on.

Later on, when Dr. Sexy makes his appearance, Dean is starstruck: blushing, first afraid to look him in the eye. He doesn't seem as fixated on the female doctor, the one notably in the elevator in the first scene. In fact, that character is obsessed with Sam.

It is Dr. Sexy Dean is obsessed with, the one where Dean can't put up the facade, who looks down blushing and sees that his shoes are not his usual sexy cowboy boots. For many people, this is one of the loudest Dean being bi episodes.

Moving on to a slightly related note: Cas

This episode is only a few after Free To Be You and Me and The End. If we take into account Dean and Cas' friendship by the time CC aired, Dean and Cas have become better friends. They worked a case together spending a lot of time together. Then Dean saw Cas in another world follow him to the end — a su*cide mission. And he realizes not only what Cas would do for him but his feelings about Cas may be deeper than he originally thought.

Throughout this entire episode he worries about Cas. He brings up Cas many times, worried about where he is. (At least 3 times it's brought up) And near the end, when they figure out who the trickster really is, one of the first things Dean does is threaten Gabriel to bring Cas back.

Dean was worried about losing Cas. He had to experience it in The End and I don't think he was ready to lose him again.

During the Japanese game show, the host also calls Cas "pretty boy angel" leading to a series of facial expressions on Dean's face. These expressions can be read as Dean realizing that Cas is pretty. Another example of both Dean's bisexuality and his feelings about Cas. Cas is also part of the reason Dean figures out who the trickster really is.

When Cas comes back for the second time and the trickster shows up, the trickster shows his cards. Cas says "if it is the trickster," then Gabe recognizing Castiel, and being so adamant about the apocalypse, Dean figures it out. I love this moment because sometimes SPN capitalizes on making Dean dumb for laughs, but this is a moment of Dean's brilliance. Also notable is that Gabriel is aware of who Castiel is. Castiel was not a worker bee angel, he led a garrison, he was tasked with getting the righteous man out of Hell. Gabriel and Cas are one of the few angels to fall and choose humanity over angels.

Cinematography

I wouldn't be me if I didn't mention the amazing cinematography that SPN can have. Angel fire shots are always so pretty and can cast a sinister light on the subject. This episode goes from a light-hearted sitcom to once of the biggest reveals of the season.

The light wallpaper and bright lights turn into a dark and dreary wet pipe factory matching the tones of the reveal. Sam and Dean were not aware of their roles in the apocalypse fully until this episode. They knew that Dean started the seals and Sam releasing Lucifer, but not about being vessels. Out of a sense of guilt and duty, the boys are trying to stop the apocalypse in their own way. But now they have this heavy weight on them, not only are they vessels but their fate is for one of them to kill the other. Even with this knowledge, Dean says no, they won't kill each other. Their siblingship is strong here even after the short break up of a few episodes here.

While CC starts off as a fun romp, when we look deeper, it is full of great character analysis of the TFW. I love it.

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[leorawright]

Hi!! Saw your post and I’m here to request!!

Aimlessly wandering anon here!!

How would the Mercs respond to seeing their typically understated merc (and crush) all dressed up - maybe for a mission outside the base that requires them to infiltrate a high-class event?

As always, I thank you for your time and talent!!

Oh hello my friend it's been a while I'm glad to see you!

Mercs seeing their crush dressed up for a mission

Scout

His jaw drops when he sees you in such a fancy outift

He's that one cliche where he's like, "You look amazing! Not that you normally don't look amazing..."

If he gets to go on the missions with you, he's practically vibrating with excitement

The entire time, he's admiring the way you look but also blushing whenever you catch him staring

It's obvious by the end of the mission that he has a crush on you after the way he reacted

Soldier

He's in shock and awe when he sees you but stays polite about it

If he goes on the mission with you he's uncomfortable wearing a suit but getting to see you, dressed so fancy, is worth it

By the end of the night he confesses his feelings for you without a second thought

Demoman

Expect to be showered in compliments from him

If you were unsure that the outfit looked nice, you won't be unsure after Demo sees you

He's ecstatic if he gets to go on the mission with you

The entire night he's beaming as you two walk around together (almost like a couple)

But after the mission, Demo can't hold back his feelings and shyly confesses to you

Pyro

They're absolutely delighted when they see you dressed all fancy

They circle you, clapping happily as they observe your outfit

It's likely they won't go on the mission with you due to their mask but once you get back they're awake and waiting for you

Heavy

He's got a light blush on his face when he sees you in your fancy outfit

The entire mission he's a little flustered but can't stop smiling

He basically acts like a bodyguard the entire mission, but he's just glad to be around you

After the mission, he really wants to confess to you, but he's worried you'll think he's confessing just because of your looks so he decides to continue admiring you from afar

Medic

He can be very flirty normally but seeing you in your fancy outfit has him speechless

He recovers quickly, and most of the mission is him complimenting the way you look

He won't lie he's incredibly nervous because you act so natural in the fancy environment but he feels out of place

Afterward, though, depending on how well the mission went, he might drag up the courage to confess

Sniper

His face blooms into a bright red when he sees you in your fancy outfit

If he goes on the mission with you he's uncomfortable in his suit but whenever he sees you any other feeling other than the beat of his heart fade away

Luckily for him this mission is the boost of courage he needed to finally confess

Spy

Soooooooo flirty

He was surprised to see you in such a fancy outfit but he was not disappointed

He's glad he's got a mask to hide the light blush because that's the only thing giving away his feelings for you

The entire mission he's so happy because you two get to act like a couple and Spy can't help but wish it were real

So afterward, he takes a deep breath, and confesses

[rat-king-writes]

Medic Reader

So what if Cassidy and Reaper meet a medic ?

Synopsis ; Reader (referred to as ‘you’) is a medic on base (overwatch for Cass, Talon for Reaper). You have some sort of healing ability, and are tasked with of course, healing others. This contains fluff and getting together also hand holding, watch out.

Cw ; Injury , blood , violence. (Not graphic)

Cole Cassidy :

When you had met, it was in the infirmary. Cassidy had just gotten back from an extraction, and was shot in the leg. He had come into the office covered and blood and limping. You, being a doctor, of course ran to his side so he could lean on you. You drag him into an empty room, forcing him to lay down on a cot as he swears to you “It’s not that bad.”

His injury wasn’t bad, a wound easily fixed with your enhanced medical knowledge and skills. The cowboy takes note of your quick, precise work and mutters out some sort of praise, a flirtatious tone clinging to his words. You're caught off guard by this, for one, you had no idea who he is (Which makes sense, anyone who knows Cassidy isn’t fazed by his behavior), and two: you were never one to be complimented. 

Cassidy takes notice of your sudden tense frame and they way you slightly turn your head to hide the blush on your skin. He chuckles, flashing his teeth in a toothy grin as he thanks you again before jumping off the cot and leaving. You couldn’t even process what you were feeling, let alone remind him he needs to stay off his leg. You’ll send a quick text to Angela, she’ll let him know. Hopefully.

You’ll see him again after that, whether in the infirmary getting patched up, or just around the overwatch base. Over time you both become somewhat close, conversations become deeper, and interactions become longer. Sometimes you’ll go to his quarters just to lie around, and he’ll go to yours to do the same. And you even started responding to his flirting better, opting to joke back with him, thrilled whenever you get him wide eyed and blushing. It was comfortable.

The next time you encounter the cowboy: it’s directly on the battlefield. You weren’t new to fights, to war. You have experienced it many times. Even taken lives. But that doesn’t matter, because you’re here. Surrounded by gunshots and the sickening scent of blood and death. You’re hovering over Cassidy, his blood staining your hands and invading your senses. 

Your hands are heavy as they push into the large gash on Cassidy's side, your gaze uneasy as you meet the cowboy’s eyes. Unsurprisingly, he’s smiling, the same toothy grin you would witness nearly everyday. You’re unable to resist giving him your own smile back, even as tears pool in your eyes.

The tears roll down your cheeks when Cassidy gently cups your jaw in his hand. You sob when he shakily sits up and kisses you. He then proceeds to pass out, leaving you once again scared, but determined to help him. You quickly use the best of your ability to patch him up, which gives you time to call for help. When transportation arrives you are quick to load him up into the vehicle, strapping him down and taking vitals as the machine speeds back to base.

You make quick work properly healing Cassidy once you gain access to the right materials. A few hours pass and he’s stable and fast asleep on a hospital bed. Not once did you leave his side, pulling up a chair and holding his hand for a while. Reluctantly you pull back, busying yourself with fixing up his blood stained and crushed hat. Which was actually left at the battle site, but Angela had recovered it and brought it to you. You get the stains out and readjust it so it once again returns to its original shape. 

Unbeknownst to you, Cassidy had woken up and saw you, his heart immediately swelling up with joy as he watched you carefully fix his most prized possession. He can’t conceal his awareness much longer, barking out a slight laugh when you place the hat on your head. You nearly jump out your skin when you hear him, but are quickly giggling with him once you realize what’s going on.

You dote on him every step of the way during his recovery, which Cassidy absolutely adores. Though he hates when you wake up with an aching back, because you insisted on sleeping in a chair next to his bed. Of course the kiss is still on your mind, but you can’t tell if it was a deathbed type of thing or a genuine type of thing.

You get your answer when Cassidy fully recovers. You’re helping him to his room, even though he’s cleared to walk and exist on his own, you’re still incredibly worried. Cassidy practically drags you down onto the bed when you’re both inside the room. Your face is pressed into his chest, his arms wrapped incredibly tightly around you. You gasp out a breath and squirm slightly, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. Cassidy stares down at you, you up at him. And then he’s closer, and your eyes are closing and you can feel his beard against your face before your lips are finally pressed together.

You and him are then seen around base holding hands regularly.

Reaper / Gabriel Reyes :

You’re a medic in talon, specifically an understudy to Moira. Although you didn’t agree with her medical malpractice, Talon had offered you a large paycheck for your help at their base, and times are tough so. You meet Reaper a few months into your stay, though you did know who he was since he was high ranking and incredibly infamous. Luckily you steered clear.

Until today. Moira had called you into her room, complaining something in Irish as she paced around gathering materials. She turns to you and quickly starts talking about the situation. You barely are able to digest her words, your gaze focused on the unconscious man strapped to a table with wires hanging around his body. You snap out just in time to hear Moira explain to you there was an emergency and you were to watch over Reaper. 

You weren’t sure why you had to, he’s a grown man, but you just nod and sit in the spinny chair by her desk. Moira leaves without a goodbye, or an acknowledgement to your small wave. You stare at Reaper, admiring his features carefully. You even stand to walk around the square table he is placed on. He’s handsome, even with all the scars and the black puffs of smoke slowly seeping out of his body. It doesn’t deter you, instead intrigues you and you make a small glance to the files labeled in his name. But you resist the urge to snoop and plop yourself back into the spinny chair, huffing out a sigh as barely a minute has passed.  

Reaper woke up with a grunt, looking around groggily before his eyes landed on you. You pause as you're locked in what seems like a staring contest. You break the silence by quietly, nervously, explaining what Moira had told you. The parts you remembered at least. He huffs out a sigh, obviously upset by your presence. He soon speaks up, but it's a command for you to remove all the wires and iv’s from him. 

You trust he’s been through enough procedures to know what he’s doing. And you’re hopping off the stool to carefully remove all of the medical stuff from him. Reaper, although unmoving, furrows his brows at your attentiveness, you even wipe up the leaking blood from his skin when you remove an iv. He didn’t expect that, Moira doesn’t do that, and most people in Talon were dicks. So your kindness was.. Appreciated. Though he doesn’t thank you.

You step back once you're done, asking him if he’s alright or if he needs something. He dismisses you with a wave of his hand, and you nod slightly before once again returning to your seat. You both sit in silence, you honestly had no idea what to do, and every glance you take at the man is met with nothing. He’s unfocused, almost distant from reality. You’re startled when he speaks again, his voice is nice. 

Reaper asks your name, which you give quickly. He’s silent for once more, but opens his mouth to ask for you to turn around, he needs to get dressed. You nod and quickly swivel yourself around so you’re facing the cabinets, you close your eyes tightly as well. You can hear some shuffling and clothes being moved around. Even though his outfit was intricate, he was done quickly and mumbles something so you know it's safe to turn around.

When you do, he’s fully suited up and at the door. You ask him if he’s allowed to go, and he just nods before stepping out. You're left alone in the room, and utterly confused on what your purpose was in the first place. Sure, you helped with the iv’s and stuff, but it felt… uneventful. Something that you thought wouldn’t be possible around the renowned Reaper. 

You see him again, in a hallway. But he’s hunched over, a clawed hand clutching on the wall so tight, you can see the paint is peeling and flaking off where it’s being gripped. Reaper’s breathing is lapsed, short, and pained. You know he knows you’re there, and as you approach him and crouch down, his mask is tilted towards you. You keep some distance, not yet comfortable with the murder machine in front of you. 

You ask if he’s okay. And what you can do to assist him. Like before, he’s quiet, save for his uneven breath. Reaper then speaks, though you can tell it’s through his teeth as his voice is strained. He tells you to stand up, and although you’re confused, you do. He then grabs onto your leg, which causes you to tense up. But you don’t fight it when you realize he’s using you as leverage. He starts to stand, grunting in pain as he hoists himself up. You help him more, grabbing onto his arm (You feel him stiffen, but you ignore it) and pull him up, urging him to lean onto you for more stability.

He does, albeit with an annoyed sigh. Through grit teeth he gives you directions to his room. You two hobble through the thankfully empty halls, and arrive at his door. You help him sit on the bed and ask him questions on his wellbeing. Reaper wishes you would just be quiet, and through his pain hazed mind he takes a hand and places it over your mouth. The sheer size of his clawed hand covers most of your face, and you are rightfully spooked into silence. 

He explains his bouts of pain, and how there is no long term relief. He lays down, taking off his mask to inhale more air. You’ve already seen his face, so he can’t really care anymore. You feel awful knowing you can’t help him, so you just sit there quietly watching over him. Which is not something you thought you would do. Neither did he. 

After that experience you would find him in more spots like this, and each and every time you would help him back to his room and watch over him. Sometimes he would ask you for something, a pillow, water, his phone. Through time, a lot of time, you two would begin in conversation. Though it was quiet and usually didn’t last long. You grew to enjoy his snarky responses and overconfident claims.

Reaper was shocked when he found himself missing your presence, and that realization quickly spiraled into him rethinking the entire relationship. Once he comes to terms with this newfound information (He broke most things in his room in a confused rage.) He seeks you out in the medical area, grabbing you by your collar and dragging you back to his room. You were incredibly confused, but you went along with it thinking he is having another pain episode.

The first thing Reaper says to you is to disregard the state of his room. You quirk a brow at the destruction but do not question it. Too focused on the half dead man still dragging you further into the room. He lets go and plops himself down on his bed, discarding his mask to the side and staring at you with his usual blank expression. You stare back with a nervous smile, waiting for him to say anything that would help you understand what was going on.

He beckons you over with a finger, and you slowly move towards the bed in front of him before sitting beside him, looking up at him with a confused look. He just stares for a bit, taking in your features before he proudly proclaims that you two are now dating. And to seal the deal he plants a chaste kiss to your brow. You are stunned, utterly gobsmacked as your jaw literally drops in awe. But you close it quickly to smile and place your own kiss to his cheek. Holding onto him tightly. 

[yourimagines]

Trust

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+

- Summary: Anakin tells you that you need to trust him while your both are hiding .

Y/N POV

“I think I’m wounded.” Killian my padawan said. “Where?” I said trying to help him. “Here.” He pointed at his upper arm, his arm was open and he was bleeding heavy. “Okay, it’s not looking good, here tie this around your arm.” I gave him a piece of fabric. He took it from me and tied it around his arm. I looked around. “Killian we need to move, we’re getting surrounded.” “Yes master.” I looked at his arm, tied it a bit better around his arm and told him to move forward. We were running into the battlefield. I saw Ahsoka running. “Ahsoka!” Killian yelled. “Killian?” She yelled back. “I’m here.” Ahsoka saw us fighting. “I’m not okay, I need to get help.” He pointed at his arm. She nodded. “Allow me Master Y/L/N.” “Of course, may the force be with you both.” I said as the run off. “Ahh Master, I see your alone as well.” Anakin stood next to me, dodging bullets. “Yes, they are to the medicals, Killian has wounded himself.” “Nothing to bad I assume.” “He will be alright.” He nodded as he fought back ”come on we need to move!” You followed Anakin, while fighting off the enemy. “We need to hide, there are to many.” “Follow me.” You both run up to a small cave in the mountains.

“Sssh, we need to stay quiet.” He whispered at me. I nodded and sat down in the dark. I only saw his figure from the dimmed lights that shined through the cave. “Get down Skywalker, the might see you.” I whispered as I grabbed his hand and pulled him down softly. “Yeah sorry, your right.” I smiled at him, not even knowing if he could see me. We both sat very closely next to each other. Knees touching each other, as well our shoulders. “Why are you so warm?” He chuckled. “ I don’t know, why are you so cold?” I pushed him slightly with my shoulder against his. “Come here.” As he carefully wrapped a arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “Ani..” “I’m not doing anything wrong, just trying to keep you warm.”

Anakin POV

We sat for awhile in silent, she even felt a sleep, laying against my shoulder. She’s so beautiful that I hate the jedi code. “You know starring is rude.” She softly said. “Sorry.” And I looked away. “No it’s okay, don’t be sorry.” I saw her looking at me. My hand went carefully to her face. “Did anyone ever told you that your beautiful.” I cupped her cheek and traced it with my thumb. She blushes. “No, did anyone ever told you that your handsome.” I smiled. “No.” She leans further into my hand. “This is so wrong Ani.” “I know but I want you to trust me.” “I am already trusting you.” “Good because we will be in big trouble if they find out.” “I know.” Her eyes looked down my lips and right back up to my eyes. “Can I kiss you.” I asked her. She nods. I closed our distance and kissed her softly on the lips. She kisses me softly back. My hands grabbed her waist as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. I deepened the kiss and she crawled into my lap. I pulled her closer. Her hips started to move slowly against mine. “Ani..” she softly moans against my lips. “I know, I feel it to.” The force connecting us together. I feel everything she feels and she feels anything what I feel. I started to give her kisses on her jaw, down to her neck. She softly moans. “I trust you Ani.” “I trust you too.”

We stayed there for a whole day till it was safe enough to go back to our camp. Acting nothing happened between us.

[cbsxreader]

hi muehehe same anon who requested scout and sniper x miss paulinh bff over here, how ab scout and sniper (seperate :p) x close friend!reader where like reader is very close to [insert merc] like always giving them hugs n stuff and then one morning [merc] wakes up with reader cuddling them (maybe after like a super tiring hang out or smt) and [merc] is like “woah.. i think i rlly like them 😵‍💫❤️” !!

tysm! and it’s 100% alright if this request takes a long time, it’s a lot to process lol :)!! /gen

Sniper and Scout realizing they like you!

Scout

You and Scout had always gotten along. Eversince the day you met, his rambles would consist of many different topics, making you able to freely talk to him about anything. Though it may have been tiring sometimes, it was all worth it.

After some time, there wasn't a time when Scout wasn't talking to you. For him, it felt good to have someone listen to him. And when you started to match his energy, you became unseperable.

Your bond became stronger when he let you prank his teammates (specifically Spy) and when he talked you into playing baseball with him. Scout hadn't had a friend like you, like, ever, and he wanted to make the best out of your friendship.

Then he announced that he had organised a day for you two to spend together. To be fair, the schedule was messily written on a crumbled paper and neither you or Scout himself could decipher what it said.

So, you just went wherever your heart took you. You walked through a room with a pool table? You played for a little bit. Walked into the kitchen? Took some snacks for yourself. Spotted an unsuspecting co-worker? Pulled a prank on them.

This went on as the hours passed by, you didn't even notice that you had basically skipped lunch and that it was getting a bit late.

Though baseball and messing with other people was fun, you both suddenly didn't want to do anything. You had ran out of options of what to do, either something seemed done to hell or straight up boring.

So, you decided to watch a movie together, putting a tape on the living room tv. Because of the long day you two shared, you collapsed onto the couch, letting your limbs fall wherever.

"Damn, today was fun!" You said with a tired smile.

"You can say that again!" Scout replied, putting on the film before coming over to the couch.

He let himself fall on the couch, joining you. You both melted into the cushions, your arms slightly grazing together.

The movie turned out to not be so good, it failed to catch your interest, and when it did, you couldn't pay attention for long. It was the same for Scout, he could hardly understand the movie because some parts just went through one of his ears and went through the other.

Your eyelids were heavy and it was hard to keep your eyes open. You desperately tried to remain awake, trying to show that you still had some energy in you. Scout, too, had nearly closed eyes and yawned a lot. He tried to keep himself from falling asleep by stretching every once in a while, but it didn't help.

After a particular yawn, you couldn't keep your eyes open and, without even noticing, you slipped into sleep. Meanwhile Scout had already secretly fallen asleep as well.

The next morning, Scout woke up, and then he realized he was pushed into the cushions and was laying on his back. He yawned only to feel pressure on his chest and finding it more difficult to breathe. His eyes widened, thinking another one of Medic's birds was in his chest.

And then he saw you, your cheek pressed against his chest. Your arms were wrapped around him in a close but loving hold. Your expression was relaxed and it looked like you had peacefully fallen asleep on him.

Scout yelped before shutting his lips, realizing he might wake you up. Once he saw you were still sleeping, he let out a sigh of relief before looking at you again. As he looked at your still figure, he couldn't help but blush at the closeness. Sure, you spent a lot of time together and knew each other better than anyone else but this?

Is this okay? I mean, it's just a simple hug, just...more close, that's all. They hug me all the time, why would this be different? They probably accidentally slid onto me and thought I was a pillow. When they wake up, it will all be back to normal.

Scout thought about moving you off of him and softly grabbed your shoulders, but seeing how comfortable you were he gave up and decided to not disturb you. He tried to test the waters and kept his hands on your shoulders, hoping to keep you close.

Scout felt his heartbeat fasten as he admired your features. Your hair looked so soft now that he was this close to you. Your cheeks and face looked so perfect as if angels had put it together. Your eyes, even though they were closed, were the most beautiful thing to him at that moment. He could just imagine you looking up at him with a smile, making him flustered.

I've never seen them be so beautiful...Have they always been this good looking?? I mean, I guess I never noticed...but now that I do...they're like...the most perfect person- wait what am I thinkin'?? Not that they're not perfect I mean- They're the best but not like that, we're just friends! Right?

Come to think of it, you understood Scout. Not like you just shared interests, no, it was a more deep, emotional connection he's never felt towards someone before.

It didn't matter how many times he repeated it to himself in his head, he liked this. While it could turn akward the second you wake up...this felt nice.

The freakout within him calmed down though he still seemed to be thinking. Okay, this is a bit akward but...what if it wasn't? Could you both enjoy this? What if this was a regular occurance? Wait no, that's what lovers do.

Scout looked at you again, re-imagining himself waking up to you cuddling him. It was a beautiful scene in his mind. Just you two, waking up next to eachother when the sun hits your closed eyes.

Now he had no choice but to figure out how to explain that he likes you and wants to be more than just friends.

Sniper

Though it took you a while to get Sniper to open up to you, it was definitely worth it. This was usually through small, short conversations between you when it came to your opinions about something. Who could have thought you, a normal person, and him, a lonesome weirdo, had some things in common!

Still slightly sceptical of you, he decided you invite you to his sniping nest, just to be in each other's company.

After you had cracked him, it was game over. He let himself info-dump onto you whenever the topic was about something that he cared for and knew a lot about. Both of your favourite moments were when Sniper gave an unusual or eye-widening fact and you could have a good laugh about it.

No matter how much he told himself that he was a professional, he always said yes to your hugs. It may have been akward the first few times because he's not used to getting hugged but he warmed up to it. If he had a good day, a regular day or a bad day, your sweetness would cheer him up. The gesture made him feel seen and appreciated.

One day, after lunch, he drove you out into the woods to just explore the wilderness. It was a great oppurtunity to bond as you went right through everything that was in your path. Bogs, swamps, mud, nothing stopped you when you had eachother's backs. It was also when Sniper could rant to you about nature again.

As the sun seemed to be lower to the horizon you decided to head back to the camper. And when you did, you sat down and realized how tired you had both gotten from all the walking. So, after eating some soup from a can, Sniper invited you to the top of his camper to watch the stars.

Sniper brought some pillows and a blanket that you would both share and got comfy as the moon rose. Darkness creeped in as stars became more shined over you. You looked up to the sky and Sniper pointed out some constillations, explaining everything he knew about them.

His voice was low, soothing. That, combined with the fact that it was night time and you were exhausted from exploring, made you feel sleepy. It seemed like Sniper wouldn't last for much longer either, he yawned in the middle of his sentences. And then he ran out of things to say, making you both lay in silence. Just when you thought you'd be able to admire the sky, you let your eyelids shut and fell asleep. Sniper quickly followed.

The next morning, he slightly writhed as he felt himself wake up, the hard roof of the camper not seeming so comfortable anymore. He opened his eyes, seeing mostly darkness because of his hat blocking the sunlight.

He squinted his eyes, furrowing his brows, before deciding to rub his eyes to seem more awake. He reached towards his face only to realize his arm grazed something right beside him. With a confused expression, he slightly lifted up his hat to get a better look.

What Sniper saw made his eyes go wide open. You had cuddled up to him, face nuzzled in his side. The mere sight of you being so close to him made him wide awake.

What didn't help was the fact that he had an arm around you to pull you in closer to him until he went to rub his eyes.

Wait, what!? How long have they've been this close to me!? Why are they cuddled up to me!? And why did I wrap my arm around them!? They're my friend!

Needless to mention, he went red in the face and it felt like his whole body slightly shook at how flustered he was. It confused him how content you looked while being so close to him.

All your previous hugs and other gestures were out of kindness and happiness. So, it fumbled him how you seemed to enjoy his body like a warm pillow in a cold night.

He could see how hard his heart beat in his chest by looking at how your hand moved. But after slightly calming down, he still had no idea what to do or think.

Was it too cold for them? They just needed warmth, right? I was just the nearest source of warmth, that's all. There's no way they'd do this intentionally...

In that moment, Sniper seemed lost as he looked at you. Your features made you seem so content, so comfortable, so warm. Yout hair was slightly fuzzy and almost made Sniper want to touch it. Despite being confused, he suddenly realized how truly beautiful you are.

Not to mention, you were someone who truly understood him. You could tell each other everything about anything. He could talk to you without getting the anxious feeling that he doesn't fit in. And it really brought out the vulnerable side of him. A side that he could trust to show you. You could be the one for him.

After that thought, he pulled his hat over his head again, but didn't fall asleep. Instead, he decided to think for a bit. About what? You. Him. You and him together. His job, his life, his parents. Everything. He's just a bit lovestruck.

He placed his arms in a bit of a strange manner to avoid being accused of cuddling you back and sort of heaves the akwardness onto you when you wake up. (But you'll both get to that soon enough)