#estrella writes

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hiii <33 can I get a support class with a reader who is very angry? Like they’re so fucking mad and then it just turns into sadness?

Decided to go with Medic since I thought he'd be a good fit! I may or may not have projected a bit- Warning(s): Depression, angst, small anxiety attack Comfort "GODDAMN IT!" You yell, punching one of the walls in your bedroom, leaving a large crack that'll need to be fixed later on. But you were more pissed off at the fact that the mission you and the others did didn't go well and that your Depression is acting up. You not feeling the best was an understatement, you were feeling like a complete failure. Your face felt hot with anger and your knuckles were cracked open from the punch and bleeding a bit, but you didn't care. You just wanted your head to shut up. In the midst of your anger, you hear your bedroom door opening and a concerned Medic, your lover, staring at you. "Meine liebe, are you all right?" He asks as he walks towards you, gently grabbing your cheeks with such tenderness that you couldn't help but break. You couldn't stop the tears even if you wanted to, you grab Medic's wrists with little strength and sob, not bothering to hide your emotions in this moment. Medic's expression was that of worry as he let you cry your heart out. "Schatz, what happened?" He asks, his voice soft as he rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away some of your tears. He didn't have his gloves on, probably because it was getting late, but you were thankful regardless for his touch. "I-I," You say through hiccups. "J-Just don't feel well 'cause of my stupid Depression and because of the mission not going well, a-and," you babbled through hiccups and sniffles. Medic stared at you in sympathy as you explained, wiping away tears that were falling. "Mein liebling, stop and breathe slowly," he states, noticing how you were practically close to hyperventilating from how much you were hiccupping. You nod and take a deep breath, trying to not overwhelm yourself again. For the next few minutes, the only sounds in your bedroom were your deep breathing and Medic's little praises here and there for taking said deep breaths. With a sniffle, your breathing was back to normal and your eyes burned from crying, but you felt much better. "T-Thank you, Love," you say as you wrap your arms around Medic's waist, pulling him close. With a smile, he kisses your forehead and places his forehead on yours. "Of course, my dear." He says as he pulls his head back and looks into your eyes. "I'm here for you, always." He states, wiping some strands of hair behind your ear. "Don't ever think you're alone in this, alright?" He says, his face in a stern expression. He pulls you close to him, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. "Talk to me if you need to, don't hold it in, okay?" He pleads, his voice gentle, but stern as he looks back down at your face. You smile, a genuine smile for the first time in a while and nod at him with a sniffle. "Okay."

[black-mamba-noodle]

I've been in the Agere/Petre community for a long time now since I was about 15-years-old and have been a CG and Pet for 6 years! And been a Little for about 2 years? Can't remember. I want to educate others on Agere and Petre and get rid of the stereotypes with it! :)

I'm mainly a CG (as I'm the caregiving type), so I mainly create and talk about the CG headspace more than the Little headspace. I'm always happy to help other CGS (whether you're new at being one or not) and happy to help Littles and Pets!

Please note: I do post about taxidermy and things to do with death in general as it is something positive for me and my culture, but I do try to give a warning beforehand. I also may talk about triggering topics, but again, warnings will be given.

Remember: This is a safe place for everyone regardless of gender, race, ETC- I will not tolerate hate, bigots, or just general toxicity- What is Age Regression and Pet Regression? Age Regression (or Agere) and Pet Regression (Petre) are both coping mechanisms used for stress and mainly trauma. Agere is when someone mentally regresses into a child voluntary or involuntary due to stressful stuff in life or even just for fun. Petre is a similar thing, but regressing into an animal instead of a child. It is a completely SFW coping mechanism and is actually recommended by professional therapists. Often times, a person that's regressing (called a "Little" or "Pet", etc') will have a person that cares for them, that person is a called a "Caregiver". Littles and Pets will often have gear such as pacis, sippy cups, ears, tails, etc'. But again, completely SFW. What is Agere and Petre not part of? Kink and other NSFW activities. It's known as "DDLG", "MDLB", and as a whole, "Ageplay". Sadly, most people confuse Ageplay with Agere when Ageplay is not a coping mechanism and is instead a weird kink that should never be associated with Agere and Petre in any way- Remember: Agere and Petre are completely SFW coping mechanisms! People literally go into a child-like headspace, don't bring kink and NSFW around that!!

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Can you do face sitting with Sniper and his afab S/O pretty please?

Still making this gender-neutral as much as possible! :)

Hunger "Are you sure about this?" You asked, chewing on your lip as you sat on Sniper's chest completely naked. Being nervous about sitting on his face was an understatement and you didn't wanna hurt the poor guy! "Positive, Roo. Unless you've changed your mind...?" He asks, looking up at you as he rubs circles on your thighs. He was excited by the thought of pleasuring you this way, especially if the tent in his boxers was to say anything. But your comfort came first after all- "N-No, just nervous is all," taking a breath, you try to calm yourself down. You wanted to try it too, but nervousness was your enemy. "How about this? If I can't breathe or wanna stop, I'll tap your thigh twice. Okay?" Giving you a reassuring smile, he demonstrates by doing the motion on your thigh. You nod and take another deep breathe. "A-Alright, I trust you." You say, missing the genuine smile that Sniper gives you as you straddle his face and place your hands on the pillows you put up for his comfort (even though Sniper said he didn't need them). He senses your nervousness and hesitation and is quick to pull you down on his face, holding your thighs down so you can't escape. He gives your clit little licks, listening to your moans as you start to grind down. Bingo. He's quick to give your clit full licks as he licks up your wetness and groaning at the taste of you. You forget your nervousness completely as Sniper devours you, grinding down on his tongue and moaning loudly. Luckily, you were in his van, so you could be as loud as you wanted. He switches from licking to sucking, making you nearly scream from the pleasure. You can feel tears building in your eyes, but you don't bother to wipe them away. You try to jerk away from Sniper's mouth, feeling yourself getting ready to cum, but he lets out a deep growl, holding you closer. "On my tongue, Brat, I don't wanna waste a drop." You whimper as he continues his assault on your poor clit and you can't stop yourself from crying out as you cum. Hard. You honestly weren't prepared for how hard you cum, tears streaming fully as you babble. Sniper doesn't stop sucking or licking, making you whimper from the stimulation. "T-Too much," you say, trying to lift yourself up from his face. He gives you mercy and lets go of you as you lay down next to him, shaking, feeling high from your intense orgasm. He licks around his lips, feeling your wetness covering the lower half of his face from where you squirted. He uses a tissue to wipe himself off and quickly gets a wet rag and water for you. "Here, Love," he says, helping you sit up as you drink the water, not realizing how thirsty you were. Having an intense orgasm like that will make you thirsty as shit, you thought. You jump from the wetness of the rag as Sniper wipes you down, careful with being gentle between your legs. You look down and realize he's still hard, painfully hard. "Hon', you're still hard," you pout. He smirks at you as he throws the rag into your guys' pile of clothes. "Don't worry, Roo, once you've calmed down..." "I'm making you do that again."

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As basic as it is in monster fucking terms reader getting railed by werewolf!sniper but they didn't know about The Knot, so now they're locked together and he's just awkwardly like "yeah it does that... uh, surprise?"

Oh, Awesome Anon, you absolute Genius!

Do knot Be Surprised

You weren't surprised when Sniper came to you in his werewolf form, huffing and with drool dripping from his muzzle and his hard cock peaking from his fur at his crotch. He did warn you that his rut was soon, so you were prepared with extra supplies (especially water and lube) for when it came.

Looks like it was happening now.

He quickly made his way to you, grabbing your throat firmly and placing his muzzle on your lips in a form of a kiss. With his other hand, he clumsily takes your pants off, not bothering to take your shirt off. He didn't have time for that.

"Need ya', Roo", Sniper says with a growl, licking your neck in different spots, his breath was hot on your neck. He wanted to mark you, but he knew when his ruts hit, that he'd be rougher and didn't wanna end up hurting you by accident.

"I know, I know", you reply, feeling hot from his kisses and wanting nothing more than to be railed right now. The growls and groans from your lover wasn't helping, only adding fuel to the fire of your horniness.

You finally take your underwear off, and Sniper doesn't hesitate to put his head between your legs, putting one of your legs on his shoulder, lapping at your hole with his tongue. You squeak, you always tend to forget how big his tongue gets when he's in this form. Sniper groans, clearly enjoying the taste of you. In between licks, he gently pushes in a finger (he's always made sure to cut his nails, so you didn't need to worry about bleeding), looking up at you with a serious, but lustful expression on his face. Even with his rut clouding his senses, he always made sure you were okay.

After adding a third finger and properly stretching you out, he lays you on the floor, grabbing a pillow that was nearby and puts it under your head. Always considerate, you thought. His cock was already leaking pre-cum as he gently presses it against your hole. He hisses as he enters slowly, keeping an eye on your facial expressions for any discomfort. Thankfully, there was none.

Sniper's gripping your hips hard, most likely gonna be leaving bruises for the next day, but you couldn't care, you felt full. His cock was rubbing against your walls in the best way that you clench down, causing Sniper to growl and grip the carpet underneath you. "Easy, I can barely control myself as is," he says as he thrusts slowly.

"Then don't. Fuck me!" You growled, clenching down on his cock again.

And so, he does.

With a huff, he grabs your waist, pulls out and slams into you, causing an almost pornographic moan to come out of you. Even through your moans as he continues to thrusts in and out of you, you can hear Sniper's tail hitting the carpet as he wags it, enjoying your noises. His balls hit against you, already adding to the many noises as Sniper fucks you. His grunts and growls get louder, signaling he's getting close.

"C-Cum! Inside!" You yell, holding onto Sniper's now-giant hands (or paws) that sat on your waist. He groans at your order, always enjoying when he's able to fill you up to the brim. But you notice something's wrong, even through your horny and fucked-filled mind. You honestly thought it was because of the pleasure, but you were sure that Sniper's cock was getting bigger, at least at the base of it, that is.

"Sn-Sniper?" You question, but even as he pushes inside with the base of his cock swelled up, you can't think about asking or stopping him, babbling as you and him cum. He enters you completely, but doesn't pull out. And even as you come down from your high, you go to move, but can't pull him out.

"Sniper, w-why can't I pull you out?" You ask, feeling a rise of panic in your chest as you squirm, causing Sniper to hiss. "Easy, Love, it's nothing bad, I promise. I just knotted you, forgot to tell you that we Werewolves do that..." You relax against him as he twists his body to spoon you. "'Knotted' me?" You repeat, looking up at him as you fill his cum continuing to fill you. He grunts, "Mm, you know how Canines can't leave their mates after fuckin' 'cause they're 'locked' together?" You finally realized what he meant and groaned as you clenched down, causing another growl and hiss to escape Sniper's muzzle. You clearly liked the sound of that, being filled with his thick cum.

"How long will we be 'locked' together then?" You say with a yawn, already feeling tired. "About 10-20 minutes. Don't worry, once we seperate, I'll clean you up. For now, rest." He says, placing his snout on your shoulder.

You can still hear the thwacking of Sniper's tail hitting the carpet, happily.

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helloooo! may i request Demoman × sleeby, cuddly reader?

Yesss, more Demo!!

Cuddle Bear

You don't know why you had woken up, but you were annoyed that when you woke up, your lover wasn't beside you. The spot beside you in the bed was still warm, so you knew he hadn't been out of bed for a while. With a mumbled groan, you get out of bed and go to the kitchen. You walk around the corner, the smell of eggs and toast hit your nose and your stomach growls. You didn't even realize it was morning. You spot Demo standing in front of the stove cooking eggs, scrambled. You can hear him whistling a tune that you don't recognize, but it sounds nice. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, causing him to jump in surprise. "Ah, Lamb, ya' scared me!" He says with a chuckle. You mumble and rest your head on his back, nuzzling into the fabric of his black turtleneck. "Feelin' cuddly this morning, 'ey, Love?" He asks as he finishes cooking the eggs and placing them on a plate. "You weren't in bed, couldn't sleep," you mumble into his back, making Demo chuckle. "'m sorry, Lamb, didn't mean to leave the bed, but I knew you'd be hungry." He says as he turns around to face you. His expression is that of adoration as he scans your state, hair messy, a pout on your face, and tired eyes from just waking up. He gently grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss, which you accept gladly. He's gentle with his kiss, making you melt. He pulls back, but rubs his thumbs on your cheeks in soothing circles. "Let's eat and then we'll cuddle some more, okay, Lamb?" Your stomach growls in agreement.

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I’ve had this idea for a WHILE and I can’t write for the life of me so

Medic x Reader smut where basically the reader gets absolutely penetrated over their desk. Maybe a bit of knifeplay too, who knows?

I got you, Breadslice!! Volume You can't focus on your work like you wanted to as Medic's cock thrusts into you. You think about the fact that he's an Asshole for fucking you when he knows it'll be hard for you to keep your moans down, especially as he runs that damn scalpel down your back with a bit of pressure. You clamp your hands over your mouth to muffle your noises as tears form in your eyes from the pleasure. "What's wrong, Schatz? Too much?" You don't even need to turn around to see the evil look on his face to know he's making it. "S-Someone will h-hear us!" You say as you try not to moan from his angled thrusts. He stops and you turn your head in confusion. His expression isn't readable at first, but the corners of his lips turn into a large, sadistic smile as he pulls back and slams into you, enjoying the intense whimper that leaves you. "Good, let them hear." He makes little swipes on your skin, leaving little cuts with his unrelenting thrusts, being careful not to press too deep with the scalpel. "Let them hear how good I'm making you feel, how deep my cock rams into you!" He growls and slaps your ass, the sound bouncing off the walls of your office. You hate the fact that you can't stop the loud ass moan that escapes you. You don't even focus on the uncomfortable position of being bent over your desk, the pleasure from his cock and the pain from the cuts filling your senses. Your orgasm is close as your moans get higher. "I know you're close, Liebling, cum for me!" You cum at his command, hard, tears falling down your cheeks as you cry out from pleasure and pain as Medic joins you with a growl. You can feel his cum drip from you and while you should be worrying about how the hell you're gonna be able to clean yourself after, your high-filled brain isn't focused on that right now. "Such a good job, Liebe," he coos as he removes himself from you, and is quick to grab a tissue to gently rub at the cuts he gave you. He'll clean them in a bit, but for now, he needed to focus on you. Even while you feel like you're floating, you can still hear the steps of someone coming towards your office. Miss Pauling.

Shit.

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Monster fucking monster fucking :D that means it's time to give tentaspy some nsfw love! :3 (also, psst tentacle suction cup hickeys)

TENTACLE SUCTION CUP HICKEYS, YES- (Decided to make Spy kinda like a Cthulhu creature.) Sloppy Kisses For most people that see a mass of a humanoid figure with tentacles would be terrifying. For you? It was the norm and your lover. He was resting in his chair, reading a book, smoke coming from the multiple tentacles on his face, letting you know he was smoking. You should tell him to go outside or at least open a window, but honestly? You were too tired and irritated to care because of work. As you drop your bag with a thud and take off your shoes, Spy looks in your direction, raising a brow. "Hard day at work, Amour?" Damn him and his sexy voice and accent, you could already feel your body relaxing. You simply grunt, taking off your coat. "Assholes and creepy people, the usual," you mutter. Spy doesn't reply, he gently sets his book down and puts his cigarette out in the ashtray on the table. "Come here," he orders, patting his thigh with his hand. You don't argue and walk over to him and straddle his lap. Luckily, he was a large creature despite the fact he often scared you from somehow appearing out of nowhere. You felt supported as you sat on his lap, especially since he held you close with a loud rumble of a purr. "I've told you before that you don't have to work there, I can take care of you," he says, continuing to purr as he rubs your cheeks with his facial tentacles, making you visibly relax. "You know why I won't let you do that, Spy." He hums in acknowledgement, nuzzling your neck to the side with a few facial tentacles. The other ones were suctioned to your neck, sucking in different places, leaving large hickeys here and there. You couldn't care if they were visible to anyone else, you were tired and were glad to take the attention that your lover was giving. You squirmed on his lap, trying to rub your thighs together to get rid of the aching there. "Someone's eager, no?" He says with a snort. You gently slap his chest, causing him to laugh as you try to shush him. "That's perfectly fine, after all, it's my job to help you out, yes?" You're caught off guard as he twists you around where your back is to his chest and swiftly takes off your pants. He purrs loudly in appreciation, enjoying the smell of excitement coming from you and in between your thighs. He slowly takes off your underwear with his hands, being careful of his claws. You shift and can feel his hard cock under his suit pants. You always wondered why he wore clothes since it seemed useless, but never bothered to ask. Once your underwear was off and thrown to the side to be picked up later, he rubs your thighs, squeezing and gently scratching them, 'causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. "I think you're in need of pampering, wouldn't you agree, mon coeur?" You felt drunk with lust, and just nod, not bothering to disagree or question his words. He slides one of his hands up to your chest, rubbing one of your nipples, causing a gasp to escape you. "No holding back those lovely noises," he orders as he slides his other hand to your pelvic area, gently beginning to stroke and rub in different places. You didn't bother to muffle your moans, and start to jerk up your hips for more stimulation. Spy gets the message and doesn't hesitate to speed up his movements, making you whimper and groan, getting close. "Cum," he says in your ear. With a few more hickeys and kisses to your neck and a few more strokes, you cum with a loud cry, thrusting your hips up and squirming. Your heart was beating so fast that you swore it was gonna burst out of your chest. "So," Spy chuckles, "Are you still upset about work?"

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Time to mix in some funny. Werewolf!Sniper's reaction if s/o gets him with the fetch trick(when you pretend to throw the ball but instead of letting go you hide it behind your back as the dog goes tearing off) when he's transformed?

I hate that I snorted at this- Go Fetch! When you learned your lover could transform into a humanoid wolf, you were shocked, yes, but you also wondered something... Would he do stupid things like a wolf too? And while you weren't a scientist or anything like that, you wanted to conduct a little experiment of your own. Which is why you were glad you were outside with Sniper while he was transformed. He often needed to run around or at least stretch to help the tension in his muscles. Being a Werewolf wasn't exactly the easiest thing when your bones changed so rapidly. You had a tennis ball in your hand behind your back. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. Even if this experiment failed, it'd still be funny to annoy Sniper. "Hey Baby, look!" You say, gaining the attention of Sniper, making him turn his head with a head tilt. You bring your hand up, presenting the tennis ball, much to Sniper's annoyance. "Very funny, Roo," he says, rolling his eyes and huffing out of his snout. "That's not gonna wor-" He says, but you've already made the throwing motion with the ball and he dashes for the said ball. But you didn't throw it, but he doesn't know that as he dashes across the yard looking for it with his eyes and nose. But it dawns on him as he looks around the yard and doesn't see anything. You didn't throw the damn ball. He's quick to run back to you, having the grumpiest expression on his face known to man at your betrayal. You can't contain your laughter at the sight of his face, you're wheezing at the fact that it worked, dropping the ball out of your hand as you clutch your stomach from laughing too hard. "Very funny, Love," he growls, as he sits there. Wiping a tear from your eye, you inhale quickly, trying to breathe normally again. "Aww, don't give me that look, Honey, it was cute!" You say, snorting. But you notice that Sniper's expression is mischievous. Before you can say anything, he pounces on you, caging you with his body, his tail wagging. "How about I show ya' what else my kind can do besides fetch?" He says, grinning, showing off his sharp teeth.