your probably tired of all these smut requests, but your writing SO GOOD I cant help but ask for more.
So ive had this idea in my mind of a drabble with GN Reader x Heavy x Medic poly. The three are trying to have a fun night, but both Reader and Medic wanna be the dom and are unwilling to forgo that position to the other, and so, theres alot of tension (sexual tension 😏). And they both end up dominating poor Heavy, using him like a toy, trying to one up eachother (spitroasting maybe?) and Heavy is just smothered in attention while these two freaks are aggressively eye-fucking eachother and he is LOVING it.
Tank you 🙏
anon how does it feel to be a genius? maybe after heavy's had his fun he can take a breather and watch this rivals to lovers arc play out to the end.
Contains: gn!reader, unspecified genital + possible strap situation for reader, oral (heavy and reader receiving), anal (heavy receiving), spitroasting, cum eating, praise kink
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Ludwig unzipped his pants. "I'll take it from here then."
You stepped closer to Misha. "No, I'll take it from here."
Ludwig raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting you to not submit alongside Misha. You weren't looking for that tonight. And you weren't going to let Ludwig's plans spoil yours.
He cleared his throat. "I believe I have two patients overdue for a checkup."
"Who said we were playing doctor?" you asked. "No way I'm letting you have all the fun. Besides, you've been working too hard lately. Wouldn't you rather relax just for one night?"
"I can relax this way! Topping can be very therapeutic."
"Which is exactly what I need--"
"Enough," Misha said, standing up in between you and Ludwig. "You can share. And not act like children on playground."
"He's right," you admitted. "Just keep your little love doctor bit focused on him and we won't have a problem."
"You only call it a bit because you don't have one," Ludwig teased.
"I don't need one. I can fuck Misha the old-fashioned way. The way a gentleman like him deserves."
You kept it simple and tender. Foreplay, with lots of kisses and thigh worship, all while Misha moaned and writhed under your touch, his huge cock dripping pre onto his stomach. Ludwig insisted you take care of that while he prepped him, and given the size of that thing, it was for the best that no one was taking it tonight. You rolled your eyes at Ludwig shooing you away from in between Misha's legs, but sucking his tip while Ludwig slid two gloved, lube-covered fingers into his tight ass made Misha's eyes roll back in his head. That was a sight you'd like to see more of.
In fact...
"Misha, scoot up until your head hangs off the bed," you said. "I think I've got a solution we'll all be happy with."
With that you jumped up and rushed to the other side of the bed, but not before catching a glimpse of Ludwig stroking his handsome cock with his other hand.
You dropped your own pants and underwear, giving both of them an eyeful as you stood in place to give Misha a mouthful.
"Help me out here?"
His mouth went to work immediately. You moaned, putting a hand on his chest for support and finding yourself squeezing, which made him moan and purr. As you looked down you could see him practically drooling all over your already leaking sex, and if you stepped back enough his eyes were glazed over.
"Good boy. I bet I could fuck your throat like this," you said. "How's that sound, honey?"
Misha nodded.
"Ach, please. What does that do for him? It's this he'll like more," Ludwig taunted, slapping his dick on Misha's belly. "Pleasure. Release?"
"You don't see how much he loves making out with my junk? That mess he's making is because of me."
"Because of me."
You and Ludwig at least agreed on burying your cocks in Misha to the hilt at the same time. You lined up your tip with his tongue. Ludwig lined his up with his hole. Both of you pushed in slowly, letting your shared lover adjust and savor the moment. From there you both held on and thrust, keeping the pace reasonable for everyone, especially Misha, who moaned wordlessly and bucked his hips and sucked hard at your shaft. Of course you mostly kept your eyes on him, but when you met eyes with Ludwig, you knew who your next challenge was. That big hairy chest and that pretty uncut cock and that smarmy little grin you could give a good facefucking not unlike the one you were giving right now. You looked him up and down and thought about whispering to him that he'd be next, but he seemed to get the message. After all, he was looking at you just the same. You'd be next too. And you couldn't wait. He'd have a fresh pair of gloves just for you, but you would not make this checkup easy on him.
Misha was white-knuckling the sheets as he came, jerking his hips so violently he made an even bigger mess, spraying himself, Ludwig, and you with cum. You got some on your chin, giving you the idea to lick it up, pull out, bend over, and kiss Misha with tongue, giving him a little taste of himself.
"Mmm..." he moaned, reaching up to caress your face.
Ludwig came around to do the same, licking his glove clean instead of his chin.
"Such a mess you've made," he cooed. "Shall we clean you up?"
"Da..." Misha whispered.
"How was it?" you asked.
"Felt so full. Feels good. And you stop arguing even when only my mouth is full," he said. "Hah! Perhaps I make you both suck me next time."
You leaned on the bed and licked some spend off his stomach. Ludwig licked his thigh. Just as you went for the sticky mess coating his tip, Ludwig did the same, and inevitably your tongues started pushing up against each other.
Ludwig giggled in surprise. "Or we could start right now..."
"You start by yourselves. I need shower," Misha said.
He stood up, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.
Yay, I’m now accepting requests for different fandoms now!
Alongside the Batfamily, I’m now accepting requests for MCU Spider-Man, Stardew Valley, Team Fortress 2, Pokemon, Hazbin Hotel, and the Five Nights at Freddy’s games.
If this seems like a batshit insane mix of fandoms, it’s because all of them have been hyperfixations for me once upon a time.
I’ll still be focused on my current Yandere Batfamily series, and my main focus will be on the Batfamily, but I’ll also be accepting requests from these fandoms lol
Could I req a drabble or something with Sniper and either gn! or transman! reader with him pissing inside the reader during sex? Maybe with some praise about taking it well? I was looking through your tags and I saw you mentioning him having a piss kink a couple times but nothing much in the form of drabbles about it so. Figured I'd throw my hat in yeah? -🦊
it's not often i get requests for piss and if i had unlimited time and no urge to smack my own hands away from the keyboard I'd hit every character with the piss kink beam (halsin baldurgate heisenberg resident and simon lung im looking at you)
if you haven't seen it already i recommend my #jarate moment tag so named as to be a balance between giving the rest of my followers a tag to block and not upsetting tumblr's delicate ad friendly sensibilities with a common porn category or subcategory tag
What time was it? How long had you and Mick been up here, in your own little hideaway, fucking each other's brains out? How many times had you cum for him, or him for you? How much more could either of you take? He clung to you tightly as he thrust into you, panting against your already sweat-damp neck in between kisses and hickeys and love bites. You gladly returned the favor. Neither of you wanted a break. Not for anything, not even so he could take a piss. Thankfully, you'd agreed to do something about that too.
He never meant to debase you or anything; it was just convenient, same as his jars, though none of them felt as good to stick his cock into as you, he'd said with a chuckle.
"Fuck, I'm full to burstin' here," he moaned. "Still wanna take it?"
"Do it," you said. "I don't care how messy it gets."
As soon as you said that, he buried himself deep inside you and let out a torrent of hot piss, moaning long and low. It was different from when he came inside you: a long, continuous stream filling you fuller and fuller, faster than you could process what was happening, and inevitably you couldn't keep it all in and you felt it all start gushing out of you. It felt so filthy, so hot, especially with Mick moaning like he was draining his balls and not his bladder.
"Fuuuuuuck, you take it so good..." he said. "Doin' so good for me. Fuckin' saint you are lettin' me piss in ya. We don't have to stop havin' fun."
He stroked your cheek and kissed you and his stream slowed to a stop. With shaky breaths he thrust hard and fast for maybe ten seconds before he came inside you yet again, clearly having gotten real close from the brief bit of watersports, but then you came too, taking yourself completely by surprise. You didn't think you were that close!
Hiii !!! I was wondering if I could request scout X tattoo artist Gn!reader who insists on fixing his misspelt sex bomb tattoo (because reader knows that convincing him to get a full cover up would be a futile effort 💔 and so fixing the spelling is the next best thing)
This is probably a weird as hell request but as a tattoo artist (still in training) just THINKING about that tattoo physically PAINS me 😭
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haha fun fact I finished an entire list of headcanons and then tumblr was slow to post and deleted everything and I have to start over again
Scout's initial reason for leaving it as is turns out to be...
...the fact that adding in the missing letter at the end would throw off the balance of the entire thing
he's got a sense of composition but not a lot of common sense
You prepared for this though. Add some design elements here, a drop shadow there, and now it looks balanced again!
You show him plenty of sketches you did of how you could fix this
And he's NOT going back to the same artist who did the initial spelling error.
He starts off acting like it doesn't hurt a bit but eventually he drops the act and admits it hurts a lot.
He dragged his feet a bit on this but he's happy with the result
hello!!! how are you?! C: been thinking about a (gn) reader who’s sick of their Mann Co.™ issued single bed and ends up in one of the other mercs’ bigger (therefore comfier amirite) beds after a long day.
wanted to request heavy—there’s no way that guy fits on a single—and spy (he’s got his ways, and he definitely wouldn’t settle for an uncomfy bed)!!!
thought about this while mourning my double mattress that I just replaced with a single since I have no more space TwT…
ty ty ty in advance, hope you’re doing well ^_^
take it from me, you'd be hard pressed to find much of anything for bigger bodies. I just replaced the wood slats from my bed with just a box spring on the floor and for the first time in my life I have a bed that doesn't creak when I turn slightly to one side. but i could see heavy as someone who only leans into the big grunt stereotype when he needs to "persuade" someone. and spy definitely has something big and fancy. probably hired movers to bring it in.
Heavy
He feels your pain. It took a lot of complaining to higher-uppers for him to get a bed bigger than a coffin.
The only caveat is you need to be in bed at a reasonable hour like he is.
It starts out uneventful. The most physical contact is just brushing up against each other or sleeping back to back.
But slowly you start to try facing each other. Which inevitably leads to cuddles, spooning, all that good stuff.
You sleep so much better, but that might not be the bigger bed, it could just be the nightly cuddles. Not that you're complaining.
Spy
Holy shit you're so glad you asked him. Big bed, fancy soft sheets, fluffy pillows piled high at the headboard, it's perfect.
Spy doesn't care when you go to bed as long as you don't bother him.
But he's a fake IDGAFer so it isn't long before he starts getting your side of the bed ready just how you like it and pulling the covers up past your shoulders and being super quiet when he wakes up before you
And you pretend not to notice.
Cuddling takes a long time to happen. When it does he tries to play it cool.
But he can't fool you when he's burying his face in your neck with his arms around your midsection
Y’know that sweet one you did about how the Mercs would react to you asking them to stop during sex?
Could we get an inverse of that? Like, it’s the Mercs instead of the reader asking?
That post means so much to me, it’s so soft and sweet and tender.
eeeeee I'm so glad you like that one! it's one of my all-time favorites and I've been meaning to do it for every single fandom i write for but absolutely we need this too!
Contains: sex throughout all of these. More specific details will be given before each merc.
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Scout
Contains: scout being way too proud
You'd seen him get nervous or flustered before, especially in the bedroom, but this felt... different, off, somehow. Scout was distant and discomforted, in a way you'd never seen before. It left a bad taste in your mouth.
"Time out," you said. "You don't look so good."
"Whaddaya mean? I'm fine! I'm about to go to town on ya!"
"You don't look fine. You're a little out of it."
He laughed nervously. "Out of it? No, no, I'm in it, I'm in it to win it, I--"
"Scout. Do you want to stop?"
He blinked.
"Listen. I've got a reputation here. No one can lay pipe better than me. I don't just 'stop' because I'm 'out of it,' because I don't get out of it!"
"Scout, enough with the reputation. Let's say I fell asleep on you, right here, right now. Would you be relieved that you don't have to keep going tonight? Yes or no."
Somehow giving his answer made him more uncomfortable than he'd been the past few minutes.
"I would..." he admitted. "I just... I'm tired. I'd rather just pass out without the nighttime cardio. But I'm me. This is what I do."
"Pretty fucked up, if you ask me," you said softly.
You handed him his shirt. "Let's go to bed."
"Thanks, baby," he said, leaning on your shoulder and giving you a side hug.
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Soldier
Contains: soldier being way too proud
You only brought it up once and never again, but Soldier's entire mindset around pushing himself as hard as possible and constantly burning the candle at both ends was going to bite him in the ass one of these days.
And that day was today.
It started out like any other training day, some standard cardio (close-quarters combat) followed by more intimate cardio (sex), but he was running out of steam. That panting was exhaustion, not arousal, and his muscles were clearly getting sore.
"Um... I think you've hit a wall," you said, propping your head up under your arms.
"Affirmative," he panted.
"Why don't we hit the showers?"
He was silent for a few heavy breaths.
"Affirmative."
He got to his feet.
"Thanks, private," he said. "They don't make warriors like you anymore."
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Pyro
Contains: a little mental breakdown
You could never tell what Pyro was thinking, not even a little bit. With their face covered and whatever body language they were using being your only clue, you had to check in all the time.
"Hey," you said softly. "You seem a little out of it. You alright?"
Pyro simply shrugged, averting their eyes and muttering an "I dunno."
"Why don't we pick this up some other time, then?"
"Mhm."
You climbed off of them and laid beside them. They shrunk down into a ball, utterly ashamed and crying softly, muffled by their gas mask.
"Pyro, it's alright," you said, rubbing their back. "I'm not mad."
You hugged them and rubbed their back.
"I'm sorry things didn't work out like we'd planned. It's okay to be sad about that. But it's better if we back out."
Pyro nodded and clung to you tight, sniffling and burying their face in your neck.
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Demoman
Contains: headaches
You were in the middle of kissing Tavish, not a care in the world. It wasn't every day you got to see him sober and relaxed and especially not this intimate with you. He liked to make the rare times count.
But not this time.
He pulled away and let out a big yawn, bigger than you'd ever seen from him. You almost laughed.
"You alright?" you asked.
"I dunno," he said. "I think I need some sleep."
You sat up. "Alright. Sleep well."
"Wait, wait, wait. I'm not drunk. Yer welcome to stay n' cuddle," he interrupted. "I don't hardly do enough o' that with ya."
He scooted over on the bed and patted the space beside him with a huge grin. You laughed and snuggled up beside him.
"Gotta make these moments count," he said, nuzzling noses with you.
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Heavy
Contains: something sneaky sex is worse than no sex at all
There you were, wrapped in Misha's big strong arms, kissing him passionately as your hands roamed his body. Soft flesh here, firm muscle there, warm and inviting and shivering with pleasure from your touch. He squeezed your bare backside and you squeaked in surprise.
A conversation outside the bedroom stopped you both cold. Sniper and Medic were talking about battle strategies.
"That's what I'm sayin' here, mate. It COULD be a good vantage point for us, but it IS a good vantage point for them."
"Ach, you're right. So is there nothing we can do?"
"Not exactly. We just gotta be smart, think about who we send to where, I think if I can take out their front runners..."
The horror dawned on you both that the walls were much, much thinner than you had previously thought.
Misha let go of you and awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed.
"We should... call it a night..." he said.
"How long have they been able to hear us?" you whispered.
"Try not to think about it. We find someplace quieter next time. Promise."
"Good plan."
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Engineer
Contains: trans engie, bottom dysphoria
After all Dell did for you, you wanted to return the favor. Now you were on your knees, in front of him as he sat at an angle on a stool with his overalls and underwear around his ankles, sucking his thick little tcock like your life depended on it. He bucked his hips into your mouth and slick dripped down your chin as it pressed against his--
"Hwhoa, whoa, time out, time out," he exclaimed, scrambling backwards.
"Holy shit, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, darlin', it's not you. It's, uh... I'm not always as... comfortable as I look. Comfortable with..."
It clicked for you. "Oh! Aw, I'm sorry. You wanna call it for now?"
He nodded. "Yeah. That'd be nice."
He hauled his overalls up to his waist and leaned over to kiss your forehead. "You're still plenty sweet."
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Medic
Contains: eepy
He giggled and pulled you on top of him, flopping down on the bed. You kissed his neck and unbuttoned his shirt to kiss his chest.
"Is this how I'm supposed to take my medicine tonight, doc?" you purred. "Alright. I'm into it."
Medic chuckled. "Clearly the treatments are working. You have so much more energy now!"
He immediately let out a big yawn,
"Well, I don't."
You sat up. "You wanna just go to bed now? I don't mind."
"Oh, but we're just getting started," he pouted. "I'm not going to give up just because I'm up a little bit late--"
He yawned again.
"I'll get you a blanket," you assured him.
"Danke."
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Sniper
Contains: awkwardness
It was his body language that made you stop. He wasn't very active or enthusiastic or... comfortable. He had no problem sitting on your lap, but when you two started making out and feeling each other up, his hands froze in place.
"You don't look too thrilled," you said.
Mick sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry, mate. We're just movin' too fast."
"That's alright," you said. "We can stop here."
"Really?"
"Of course! Like you said, we're moving too fast. I don't want to hurt you."
"Yeah, but..."
He shifted awkwardly in your lap. "I still wanna sit here and cuddle ya... That's enough for me right now."
You smiled. "We can still cuddle."
You put your head on his shoulder and hugged him tighter. "This is nice."
"Yeah..."
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Spy
Contains: burnout, stubbornness
Everyone knew that Spy prided himself on his good looks and sex appeal. A suave gentleman who you'd be lucky to have one night of passion with; it was nothing personal if he never came back, but quite literally just business. He might not have a chance to see the same person again.
This job was different. A longer time working for this company meant more opportunities for sex. You'd been seeing him late at night after work for months now, and he more than delivered, giving you what you already loved and helping you try new things.
But tonight, something was wrong.
He looked like he was just going through the motions of sex, barely paying attention to you as he took your underwear off, and as he noticed you noticing, he pivoted.
"You look stressed," he said. "Please, sit back and relax. I will take care of you."
"I think you need to be taken care of," you said. "You don't look happy. And you're clearly trying to hide it so I don't bring it up, but it's obvious."
"This is what I do. Besides, you don't ask questions about me when I do it. There is still privacy."
"Are you enjoying this?" you asked plainly.
He stubbornly, but truthfully answered. "No."
"So let's call it for now."
He huffed, but he laid down beside you.
"Are you tired?" you asked.
"Yes."
"Should we take a break from sex?"
He took a few more seconds to respond. "Yes."
You hugged him. Despite how much he'd revealed already, he hugged back.
