eztrelles rambles

ezzie :3 ---> (she/they) mick mundy cum dumpster requests are OPEN!!

[canazel]

intro post :>

hai all, im eztrelle!! i'm 18, and i write fanfiction!!

my requests are open!

what i write:

fluff, smut, angst

oneshots, imagines, and full fics

for imagines, please limit to 4 mercs or less :>

i currently write for: team fortress 2!

what i wont write

anything underage, scat, non-con(cnc IS welcome!)

please interact if youre a tf2 fan!! i wanna make more friends in the community (‾◡◝)

[canazel]

Maybe some pyro x reader fluff pretty please????? :33

(A/N): Hi Nonnie, thank you so much for your request and I’m SO sorry it took so long so get to it. I won’t make any more excuses but just know I am working through everyone’s request. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!

-Ez🐆

Hide & Seek

“Pyro? Are you over…here!?” You pull back the door to the little closet, still no sign of them anywhere. You continued your search down the halls of the base until you made it to the kitchen. You began scanning cupboards, underneath the table, behind the fridge - anywhere you could get a trace of them.

You and Pyro were left alone at the base after everyone else was sent on a mission for the weekend. Pauling insisted that the two of you stay back, partially for the sake of making sure that Pyro wouldn’t burn down the base. She knew you two were good friends on and off the field so she felt like she could trust you both to keep everything in line.

Since you had this new time off, Pyro had insisted that the two of you play a little game of hide and seek to pass the time. You were in your umpteenth round of the game, finally realizing that you two had taken all the obvious spots so now it was time for the smaller, more hidden spots. They had remained hidden for what felt like hours at this point and you were about to give up when you heard a small noise come from down the hall.

A rattle and the sound of items falling off a table could be heard from Medic’s office down the hall, finally giving you a clue. You tried to quietly make your was down the hall as to not alert Pyro of your whereabouts until you made it to the wall that the door was on. You pressed your back to this wall to and pressed your ear against it to see if you could hear anything else.

Without warning, the door flew open and out ran Pyro down the hall and away from you. Without a second more to spare, you began the chase after them, desperate to win this round of the game. “Get back here and let me tag you!” You shouted furiously from behind them.

“Mmrph mrrmm!”

They let out a muffled giggled and took a sharp turn around the corner practically leaving you in their dust. Not wanting to lose them from your sight, you picked up the pace and rounded the corner as well. At this point, the playful little jog had turned into a full on, animalistic sprint. Like hunter and prey, you weren’t going to stop until you got your meal.

In one finally attempt to catch them, you used what momentum you could to launch yourself from the ground onto them, tackling them and holding them there underneath your body.

“I found you, you’re out!” You giggled triumphantly. They mumbled something under their breath, chest rising rapidly from the intense cardio you two had just engaged in, and crossed their arms over their chest and looked away.

“What do you mean not fair? You ran from your spot and I caught you!” You point and accusatory finger at them, not understanding these false allegations being leveled against you. You stand up and dust yourself off and let the stand too before they stamp their foot at you.

“Mmrph mmrm mrmph!”

“Yeah okay, says you. You won like 12 rounds before I could win once. Let me have this victory!” You look away, pressing a hand to your mouth and putting on a pout, feigning hurt.

“Mmrph mmrph..”

“Hmm.. I’m not sure if I accept your apology..there’s one way you can earn my acceptance though…”

They turn their head at you, waiting for you to continue. You look back, trying not to giggle.

“I challenge you to a rematch!”

[nakariiale]

in the pool but it's soldierspy

[canazel]

hey all!

first, i’m so sorry for the lack of posts!! i’ve lowkey been having like actually the worst 2 weeks of my life but graduation is soon so yippee!! i love you all so much and i appreciate all the engagement i’ve gotten!!

i’ll be working to chip away at the requests I have but it will take me some time!! i ask that when you request, please stick to blurbs/headcannons!! this is temporary until i can get the 4 longer requests posted :)

once again, so so sorry for the hiatus🫩

-ezzie🪄

[slowpokegamer]

*looking at myself in the mirror*

Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.

[canazel]

hi all!! i will be fulfilling requests i promise!! some stuff came up that i had to deal with 🫩

[canazel]

Hello! Can I get some Medic x trans man reader smut (reader topping) please?

(A/N): Hi Nonnie! Thank you for your request! This is the first time I've ever written for a trans reader so I hope you enjoy it!

That being said, if there is anything in here that is not correct in terms of terminology or perhaps I worded something wrong, please feel free to leave feedback. I'm always looking to improve! Thank you all for your patience :)

CW: SMUT, MDNI! Penetration, fingering/rimming, swearing, brief mentions of surgery.

WC: 3.1 k

The Assistant - TF2 Medic x FTM! Reader SMUT

Prior to working on the Red team, you were a secretary at a boring old office job. It paid decently, just enough to get by, but you were so bored with the world around you and you needed a change. Besides, you were on track to be out of work for a few months to recover from your operation. You would have been out of a job at that point anyways so you put in your two weeks and began job hunting again.

A listing opened up for a personal assistant for an organization run by Mann. Co. Your last job filed paperwork for them but had no direct association with them. You would usually just do reports in case pallets of product went missing and all that boring stuff ,but you knew enough about the company that you were comfortable with putting in an application for the position.

That's what you thought.

Upon being hired, you were moved to the base and given details about concealing your identity from others. You learned about the 9 other men you lived and worked with and about all the stuff they do on the missions. You can’t say that this was the most terrible spot to be in because realistically, you were getting paid well and you weren’t necessarily in harm's way. The assistant position outlined your job duties as being generally paperwork and filing said paper work. You worked alongside Ms. Pauling at first but she sent you to become an assistant for the team’s medic, Ludwig.

He was a handsome and very polite man. He was well-mannered and always treated you, his sweet assistant, with the utmost respect. You felt kind of bad about feeling this way about your coworker, what if he was just this nice to everyone? Sometimes, it was a little difficult to pry him from his work, like tonight, so you could do said work - he swatted your hand and tsked you when you attempted to grab the papers from his desk.

“It’s fine mein Lieber. I can handle zhis. You go rest.”

“Medic, no! I’m your assistant. I’m here so YOU can go rest. Plus it’s not even that much.”

“But (Y/N),-” You cut him off with a stern look.

“No. I will finish this. Go clean up!”

He was just too polite for his own good, always wanting to take the workload off you and put it onto him despite the fact that it was just your job. Flustered, he gathered his things and waved you a good night. At this point, it was about 12:30 at night and you knew that you should probably hurry up and finish the 8 or 9 nine pages he had left. You plopped down in his office chair and got to work.

You worked for about 35 minutes before you succumbed to your own thoughts. You couldn’t help but notice the blush that was on his face when you told him to leave. Did you embarrass him? No, he was still nice and waved you off and it wasn’t like he was in a hurry to escape the situation. But he is good at hiding his emotions; safe from the crazy. A pit opened up in your stomach and you began to worry. You really didn’t mean to hurt the poor old doctor's feelings, you just needed to put your foot down so you could do your job. Still, the anxiety grew in you and it was teetering more and more towards the edge. You finished the final page and stacked them neatly in the corner of his desk for tomorrow.

Finally, with a huff, you stood up and made a beeline to the door so you could find him and apologize. He would still be up anyways and he was likely just finishing up from his shower before he heads back to his room and afterwards, you and him can go to sleep and this could all be over. You walked down the empty corridors, kind of creeped out by how this part of the base looked at night. Everyone had retired for the night so all there was was the sound of your shoes gently thudding the ground. You searched for the shared shower. He would be done by now and likely finishing up and coming out. You would catch him while he walks out and tell him that-

“(Y/N)…Mmmh..please, take me”

What.

Were you drunk? High? Under SOME kind of influence? Did he slip you something without knowing? Did he just moan your name? Was this really happening to you right now? You push yourself outside the wall of the bathroom and lean in to listen to more.

“Fuck..(Y/N)! Nghh..”

Soft wet plaps came from the shower accompanied by his breath groans and begs. Heat grew from between your legs up to your face, your erection growing against your pants. At this point it wouldn’t be wrong for you to deny your love for Ludwig. He was all you needed in a man: kind, handsome, gentle - he was your dream man. Another grunt broke you out of your trance and listened in again. You let your hand run over your chest and slowly slid down to your belt. You would have dropped pants right then and there if it weren’t for the immediate silence that followed his moans. Your hand shot back up your side and you leaned away from the edge of the doorway, listening intently for any movement from Ludwig.

Suddenly, he strutted out of the bathroom, clad in his pajamas, holding his uniform. He must not have seen you when he rounded the corner because he smacked right into you. You fell backwards with him landing on you, nearly nose to nose. He backed up immediately and got to his feet before offering you a hand in support. You stood up and gave him a lopsided smile.

“Oh, my! (Y/N), I did not see you where. My apologies.”

“It’s all good Lud, I was in the way anyways.” You clapped a hand on the back of your neck and looked away with a flush. I wanted to be in the way longer. He caught your gaze and his smile dropped a bit.

“How long have you been out here?”

Fuck. Okay, uhm.. What could you say? I just got here! No, you were an awful liar. Not Long! Again, you were a terrible liar. Before you even had a second more to think about it, you spoke immediately.

“I heard you.”

You clapped your hand over your mouth and looked away again. Why were you acting embarrassed? He probably felt awful! First you boss him around, now you’re spying on him during an intimate moment. God you should be fired right now.

Ludwig on the other hand, was grappling with the knowledge that the man of his dreams had heard him in such a desperate and submissive position. His hand went for his cheek and he looked consumed by worry. You snap yourself out of your own astonishment and clear your throat.

“I’m not mad or anything. I think it’s kinda sweet.” His head snaps over and meets your graze. He looked like a deer in headlights, his mouth was slightly agape and he blinked at you a few times. He cleared his throat again and you could see he looked visibly less tense than a second ago; still in awe though.

“I came down here to apologize about the way I spoke to you earlier. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop..” Your sentence trailed off as you searched for any clue as to what was going on in his head. You didn’t want to sound like a creepy stalker when you said that but you also didn’t want to disregard his feelings and humiliate him more. Plus, you felt the same way about him. Could this be the start of something? Still, he was silent.

“Truth be told, Lud… I feel the same way. It’s kind of hard to not jump your bones on a daily basis.” You were throwing out a last hail Mary to try and salvage this with a little bit of humor. You really didn’t want to scare the poor doctor off but you wanted him to see that you truly felt the same way about him.

After a moment, he cracks a smile. He places his hand on his face and laughs to himself a little bit. You smile awkwardly and wait for anything else to be said. He breaks from his trance and starts:

“I am sorry, Lieber. I’m just taking it all in. It's kind of a lot, you know?” You send a reassuring smile and pull yourself a little bit closer to him. You were close again, your arms were close - you could reach out and hold each other if you wanted to. And you both definitely wanted to. In a moment, your lips were on his, pulling him into you and pulling hard. You wanted this since you had started working here and now that it was in the palm of your hand, you were going to take it.

He opens his tongue, allowing full access to his mouth and you take quick control. You explore each other for several minutes - tongue battles, raunchy touching and rubbing, some groaning. He pulls away with a dazed look on his face.

“We should probably go to my room. We will get caught out here.” You nod and he leads you back to the office. As soon as you’re both in the room and the door shuts, you are on top of him like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks. You trail your kisses down to his neck and begin sucking and biting. His arms are wrapped around you and pulled you in closer. His glasses were skewed on his face and he had a dazed-out look; he was so handsome and incredibly sexy.

You pull away to pull off your shirt and do the same with his. Your hands rest at this base of the shirt and you look at him, very serious this time.

“Is this okay? Can we do this?”

“Yes (Y/N), take me.”

That's all you needed. You pulled his night shirt off him and let your mouth attack his nipples first, leaving bitemarks and saliva covering the soft area. You trail your attack down his stomach and to his groin, still clad in his bottoms. Impatiently, you tug on your belt and pants, wanting to free the erection that had been trapped this entire time. Looked in between your legs, clearly impressed with what was before him. After all, his fantasy was coming true.

You hear him, desperate for his touch, you make a move, and you take control. He could explode from happiness from how well this was working out for him.

You tug at his pants and let them fall to the ground, followed by his underwear. There it was. What you had longed to see. Your mouth watered and acted immediately. You grip his dick from the base and give it a long, slow stroke to get the blood moving for him. He was so warm and soft in your hands, you enjoyed it quite a bit, but he was much more impressive when he was hard. Your movements sped up a bit and you looked to him for a reaction; he was a mess! His hand was thrown over his mouth to stifle the groans he wanted to let out, his head was thrown back, revealing his Adam's apple that bobbed from the hard gulps he kept taking. You pull his hand from his face and replace it with your lips; you wanted to hear him so bad but you knew you couldn’t risk it.

Your hand slides back down his body and you let his wrap around him once more. You gave it a few tugs before letting it go again; quickly replacing it with your hand and dick. You pressed them together and began a slow stroke up and down. His hips were bucking wildly at the stimulation, wanting nothing more than for you to just take him then and there. He enjoyed the teasing, yes, but he was desperate and so were you.

He pulled away from the kiss and let out a breathy groan. “Please, I want you to take me, now. On zhe operation table if you need to.” You smirk at the power you were being given - you loved that he was so willing to let him dominate him, it was so hot. Finally, you got to fuck your sweet Dr. Ludwig and make him cry your name. You were beginning to not care who would hear the two of you. At least everyone would know who was making him feel this good. You let go and lead him to his operation chair, bending him over the side of it. You slid your hands up and down his thighs and felt the muscle flex against your hands. He was just so reactive, it was really cute. You nudge his legs open a little bit and get on your knees. You knew he could take it but you wanted to get him a little more desperate before you wrecked him. You spit on the tips of your fingers and let them slide to his asshole, gently rubbing the ring of flesh. You felt him shudder underneath you and groan loudly into the chair. Another reaction. You let one finger linger a bit longer than the rest and slowly push it inside him, prompting a deep guttural groan and expletive to be thrown your way. You smirk again to yourself, knowing you’ve got him right where you need him.

“Please, just fuck me already! I’ve been patient!” He was so desperate at this point. You lean over his shoulder to place a kiss on his cheek and assure him you weren’t gonna leave him high and dry like this. You lean back and place your hands on his lower back and push yourself into his hole slowly. Good god the fit was tight. He was squeezing your dick so hard you thought it might explode(although you knew you would either way). He was a wreck below you, at first he hissed in pain while you slid in but eventually he let out another deep moan, probably loud enough to have woken up his neighbors around him. You gave it a moment to let him adjust before giving a test thrust.

He had molded so perfectly around you and you could tell that the pain had faded away for him and he was enjoying himself. Not knowing if you could keep up with these little thrusts, you pick up pace, and quickly as well. You’re nailing him into the operation table and he is chanting your name out, begging for it hard, faster, deeper, anything that would give him more. You grip his waist with one hand and push his head down into the chair with the other. If everyone was gonna wake up, it would be now. But you didn’t give a fuck - you would deal with it in the morning.

“Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You are Liebling, f-fuck.”

“Say my name Lud, who’s making you feel good?

“(Y-Y/N)! (Y/N) is making me feel good!”

Fuck, - It was almost too much. The sound of him breathless and hysterical sent a wave of pleasure through your body that pushed you further to your edge. You wanted this to end with him so you quickly covered his body with yours. You rest your chest against his back and snake your hand around his front to grip his dick again. It was standing at full attention, leaking precum and begging to be toyed with. You spit in your hand again and begin to milk him from the front while you fucked him from the back. He was drooling into the chair and letting out groans every time he felt you hit just right in him. You knew he was getting close when his thighs got shaky and groans were getting higher in pitch and you knew you were nearing your end too.

“Love you Ludwig. You feel so good. You’re so good for me. Cum for me”

This was his breaking point - His back arched and he squeezed ungodly tight around you as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the underside of the table and all over your hand. The tightness pushed you over your edge and you finished in him with a shaky groan. You let go of his dick but stayed rested on his back for a minute, the two of you catching your breath.

You remained still for a couple of minutes before you pulled out of him with another groan, shaking yourself dry and sitting on the table next to where his head was. You pulled on your boxers and helped pull his underwear on as well. He laid still on the table, clearly still riding out his high as he tried to roll over on his back, failing when his knees gave out and fell on the floor. Yours eyes widened and you met him down there, holding his head in your lap.

“Sorry about that Doc… I’ll go get your medigun. I didn’t mean to take it too hard on you…” You honestly did feel kinda bad but by the look of his satisfied smile, he didn’t appear to mind much.

“No, its okay. I quite enjoyed that. I zhink we should do it again, ja? However, the others will probably be upset in the morning.”

Shit…yeah, they would be. I guess you had thrown that thought to the wind in the heat of the moment; how could anyone blame you though? You let out a chuckle and held him closer to you; you were both laying on the floor at this point, too tired to get up and go to bed. You were both sweaty and sticky despite him having just taken a shower but you knew he didn’t mind. You reached around him to grab his lab coat that had been thrown on the floor when you two made it into the room and wrapped it around the two of you as a sort of make-shift blanket. You let him nuzzle into your neck as you both dozed off.

[canazel]

twirlin my bush la la la la i love tf2 and hairy fem sniper i twirl my bush again la la la la 😊

[canazel]

is there a tf2 for real justice blog out there... also medic smut INCOMING!!!!111!!!!1111!1!1!!

[mickmundy]

[canazel]

its rough out here man

[nakariiale]

uh more snipercest yuri

[canazel]

this is the shipping ever 😊😊😊😊

[canazel]

Heyy can i request a nerdy gn! Reader x scout who sometimes matches his freak with their banter?

Thank uu!!

Scout x GN! Nerdy! Reader General HC's

(A/N): Thank you for the request nonnie! I loved this prompt so much it was very fun to write for!! I hope all you Scout lovers enjoy O(∩_∩)O

-You and him get along so well, it’s kind of insane.

-At first, you were quiet and kept to yourself most of the time, always absorbed in a book when you weren't training or on a mission. 

-He was intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you more. He came up to you one day during dinner while you were sitting alone and plopped his stuff down next to yours.

-“So uhh..(Y/N), that’s your name right? What uhh.. What are ya’ readin’ there?”

-You looked up, initially startled at first. Did he just use your first name? You shook yourself out of your thoughts and began:

-“Yeah, that's me. You’re scout I assume?” He nods. “This book I’m reading is just about birds and wildlife.”

-He kind of stares at you blankly and opens his mouth again. “That sounds kinda boring..” He didn't mean for it to come off that way, although there really was no way to say that without it sounding like an insult.

-You scoff and roll your eyes. “Then why did you come over here? Look, there's a spot open over there where you can sit with your boyfriends” 

“Hey, hey! I didn’t mean it like that. And those yucks are not my boyfriend, four-eyes.”

“Right, least I don’t have beg for attention from someone they don't even know.”

-You two were going back and forth about this for a hot second before you noticed the 8 other pairs of eyeballs watching this go down. You smile and shut up.

“Listen, my bad. I just like my books, y’know? Sorry for calling you names.”

-There was an evident blush that spread across his face. He looked over to the side and appeared to be deep in thought.

“Yeah, it’s fine, whateva.”

-From that point on, he made it a point to visit you during dinner and talk to you some. He liked having someone to joe around with and talk to that wouldn’t dismiss his presence like the others. It also felt nice to have someone pay attention to him; being the youngest of 8 made it difficult to get one-on-one time sometimes.

-He would ask you about whatever book you were reading and try to sound interested about it. You knew he wasn’t really listening but you told him anyway because it was nice for you to have a friend on base.

-When it wasn’t dinner time and you were in your room, he would always come in there and just sit with you. You may read a passage or two from the book you’re currently finishing but most of the time, it’s him talking at you, asking you questions, just being Scout.

-The man can’t read and we know this. You’ve made attempts to help him learn a little bit but you’ve made pretty minimal progress. Since you two are conjoined at the hip though, you have no problem being his eyes when he needs it.

-He asks you a lot of questions too. After meetings if he doesn’t understand what was said, he will come to you for the abridged version. He’s too embarrassed to ask during the meeting so he may toss a look and you give a mod to remember to explain it to him later.

-I’d like to imagine that since you, the reader, are a smart cookie, you have a hand in making battle plans for missions. You work with the team and Pauling to come up with a good course of actions and this of course, is always shared with and explained to Scout

-During missions, you two work closely together on the field and you’re always taunting the other team together. You’re more outspoken on the field and since the adrenaline is rushing so high for you, you and Scout tend to become some cocky motherfuckers.

“Oh, you just got totally owned!” 

“Yeah, dumbass! Try aiming your gun next time!” Massive fist bump.

-He was quick on his feet and you were very talented with your weapon. Together, you two made a really good team that could take down enemies all day if you needed to.

-An enemy heavy is charging onwards you guys? Nope! Scout takes the initiative to distract him and get his back turned while you shoot from behind. What about an engineer? Dope, don’t even think about it; your machines have already been disarmed.

-You and Scout have a little handshake that you do whenever either of you makes an impressive kill; it’s also a taunt since the enemy team knows what a powerhouse you and Scout are.

-When you two get on base after a glorious win, you two are celebrating with a beer and a whole lotta jokes. Everyone's sitting, having a beer and a great time and you and Scout engage in some banter.

-“Your mama raised a light weight!” Your face was flushed and your words were shaky. You and Scout had drank so much, not a Demo amount, but enough to get you guys pretty messed up. Scout was doubled over in his seat, nursing his 6th drink of the night. You could tell he was one sip away from a visit to the Medic's office but you were in no mind to be making big calls like that.

“S-shut up! I’mma finish it… just give me a sec”

“C’mon you crybaby! Finish the drink!”

“Me, a crybaby? You must be outta your mind. I’mma turn you into a crybaby here in a second."

Figuring you were both drunk and you were desperate, you took the bait. “Oh really? Come and do it then.”

-He was on you in a second, sweaty limbs and lips twisted in an intense makeout in the middle of the kitchen. You were such a nerd, god he loved it.

“Scout, ‘ave you zeen (Y/N)- Oh, zeriously!? Get a room you two!"

[canazel]

sniper who goes to music festivals when off work and lights up in his camper… maybe acid too idk pretend it’s the 70s!!!!1!!!

[chumpsalmon]

Early morning with sniper teehee this is so cringe I’m sorry.

[canazel]

*looks around nervously*

*slowly approaches*

ahem.. can i get a sniper x gnc!reader smut oneshot please.......... can you make it soft and loving................ okaythanksbye

*runs off cartoonishly quickly*

(A/N): Thank you for the req nonnie! Sorry it took so long(┬┬﹏┬┬) I hope you enjoy!! Requests are currently open!

CW: SMUT, MDNI!

Word Count: 1,064

Raw Senses - Sniper x GN! Reader (SMUT)

Him. He invaded your senses and took control of them in the best ways. The smell of his black coffee and cigarette breath. The feel of his hands caressing your thighs, gently parting them and letting the cool air hit you. The sound of his deep, gruff voice whispering sweet praises into your ears was like a beautiful choir of angels lulling you to sleep. The taste of his slightly sour saliva gave you butterflies that threatened to come out. He was perfect in every way.

Tonight, he wanted to take his time with you - open you up, blow your mind, make you feel loved. He slid back up your body and placed a quick kiss on your lips. “Roo, you’re a real beauty, ya know that?. Let me give you what ya want.” A needy moan escaped your lips with a soft  “Please, Mundy.” He gives an affirming nod and grin before diving back under the covers. His lips begin at your navel, kissing down until he meets your sex below. Wasting no time, he takes you into his mouth like a starved man. The little bit of facial hair he had tickled your inner thigh and you felt breathy giggles leave your mouth in between the moans. He took his time with his movements to make sure you felt every second of pleasure he was giving you. He slurped and sucked at you like a man starved. r He tightened his grip around your legs and pulled you deeper onto his face; he just couldn't get enough. The way you gripped his hair and  pulled him closer to you drove him crazy. The sound of the moans you didn’t try to stifle was music. Your taste, your scent, all of it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more.

“Uhhnm.. Mundy, y’feel so good. Wanna feel you all the way, please!” That was all he needed. In a moment he was off of you, tugging off his pants and boxers and making quick work of your top. His hands snaked up the back of your neck to pull you into another feverish kiss. He really was getting sloppy - but that's not what this was about. This wasn’t the usual back-alley fuck that you two would engage with. He wanted to make sure you knew how much he loved you. Sure, he could fuck you hard and fast like you two were used to, but he wanted to prove this was more to him than just sex. He pulled away to a grunt of disapproval from you. “I know, just sit tight for a sec’” With a huff, he slid himself into you and started a steady rhythm with his thrusts.

It took everything in him to not fuck you into the mattress - you just felt so good. The way you squeezed just right against his tip when he entered you sent shockwaves of pleasure through his nerves every time. He knew the long he thought about it, less he would be able to hold himself back but he knew that tonight was about you. The brakes were kicked on and he let himself fall on top of you, covering your body with his. He closed his eyes and put his nose against yours and let his senses soak you in. Pants and whimpers poured from you that were different from the usual pornographic sounds that would be used to describe your nights. He slowed his thrusts but deepened the angle so you’d be able to feel every single inch of him enter and exit you. Your nails dug into him like claws that were sure to leave a mark, not that it wouldn’t be camouflaged by his already existing one. 

“Mundy…ohh god! Is’so good..please don’t s-stop.” Your eyes were rolling back into your skull at this point. You had been gripping his shoulders with a 

“Don’t worry love, I didn’t plan on it.”

 Your approval spurred him to pick up the pace a little bit, but not much. He placed more kisses on your face and neck and bit down leaving a few hickies as well. Neither of you wanted this moment to end; to ask him to pull out now would be a death sentence for the man. Both of his hands moved from your waist to your face and he caressed them softly.

“Love ya so much ‘roo. So fuckin’ much…” The feeling of you squeezing against him was enough to send him into a coma. The release was building quickly for both of you and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. Your grip around him was suffocating, and he could tell by your desperate pants and cries you were close too. 

“Love you too, Mick…m’gonna cum. I love you so so much” you were mumbling anything that came to mind. You took the lead this time by pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues swirling - it was beautiful and everything either of you could ask for. Wrapped in each other's embrace, making love; it’s an aspect of your relationship that hadn’t been previously explored.

His hips staggered and he fell out of the kiss. You were clenching up on him so good and in that moment he knew he had lost the battle against himself. He knew you were close but he wanted to push you over the edge so you guys could ride your highs out together. He picked up the pace and worked to keep himself at bay by distracting himself with talking to you.

“Cum for me pretty, c’mon,” That was it. His deep voice and the gentle demand had you clenching and arching your back. Your legs were wrapped so tightly around him, it could have cut off blood flow. You were still gripping to him, digging your nails into his shoulders leaving little crescent-shaped imprints. He spilled his seed into you and let his balls empty completely. He kept you in his arms, pressing his whole body weight onto you - kind of like a ragdoll. Both of you sat in sweaty, sticky silence trying to catch your breath. 

It was serene. You and Mundy wrapped up together in soft sheets listening to each other's breath was what you both needed after a long night. It was all either of you could ask for.

[ariadnethreadspinner]

fem sniper save me….

[chalc0]

🏹FEM SNIPER🏹

[canazel]

oh my god euthanize me