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Mercs x GN! reader who drew them (ALL NINE!)
This goes out to everyone, not just my artists.
But yes, all my fic material is extremely self-serving.
Big thank you to a dear friend of mine for helping me with mercs like Pyro, Engie, Sniper, and Medic when I got stuck.
VERY LONG POST INCOMING
Scout
• Well, he IS an artist himself, that’s probably how the two of you first started talking.
• Ran past one day, only to immediately throw it in reverse and go “hey whoa whoa whoa when were you gonna tell me you could draw?!”
•Naturally…it was only a matter of time.
•He was always so encouraging about your stuff, so…after working up the guts, you showed him.
• “Yo wait a sec…you drew me??? I…” For once in his life, he’s at a loss for words. He’s never been drawn—not even a self-portrait. For as cocky as he seems…well…
•He just…stares for a second. Marveling. Is that…really what I look like?
• “Do you like it?” “Abso-friggin-lutely, (Y/N)!!! You kiddin’? I don’t even look that beautiful in real life! And ya know, that’s sayin’ somethin!”
•You laugh, and he pulls you in so fast to hug you that you weren’t even ready. “But seriously…thank you. I’ve uh…I’ve never been drawn before. You did amazing. …you know I gotta draw you now, right?”
•And he does. He’s a complete perfectionist about it—he feels like he can’t replicate you, you’re one of a kind. (He actually does very well! But he’s so shy showing it to you…d’aww.)
Pyro
•Pyro was more of a doodler than anything. They loved color. And of course, you could resonate with that.
•Sometimes you’d draw designs and let them color it in. They giggled all the while…they just adored how creative you were.
•Being the most secretive about their appearance, they’re hard to nail down…even for you. Pyro is most themself in their full gear. You, out of everyone, know that best.
•So you took a…different approach. Abstraction.
•Their hands, the ones that so often seemed to be magnetically drawn to you.
•Their back, the strong shoulders when they just felt content to sit in the quiet with you.
•The brief glimpses you’d caught of their face—split second instances in shadows—those were easy, yet challenging. Their brief sightings made them easy to be abstract about, and yet, it made them harder to actually nail down.
•Conjuring a rather fittingly smoky composition, it had a dreamlike feel to it. Pure Pyro.
•You were only a bit hesitant to show them, but when they did see…they surprised you a bit.
•You could see them straighten up a bit…surprised. They craned their neck a bit, looking closer, gently curling their fingers over yours to hold the snapshot-like portraits with you.
• “Hmmm…” There was a sort of…tranquility to them. So unlike your little sparky fella.
• “Do you like them?” Immediately, the edge of their mask bumped against your forehead—your own personal way of kissing. That was all the answer you needed.
•They couldn’t verbalize it, but…seeing beauty in images of themself. The same beauty they saw all around them…it made them see themself in a way they never had before.
•And of course, it made them fall even deeper in love with you, the one who cared for them so much that they took the time to look so deeply.
Heavy
•Heavy is a very intelligent man, but he’s never had much gift for creative work. Even his insults were kind of just the same thing repeated, when the other mercs made it an art form.
•So he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your artistic endeavors and how much work you put into them.
•He loved to see you covered in your medium of choice, your passion for it. Made him lovesick. How lovely you were doing what you loved.
•If he could paint, he would have wanted to paint that. So he could look at it forever.
•So of course, imagine his delight when you decided to draw him!
• That roaring laugh you so enjoyed boomed immediately, just elated.
•“Ohhhh…look at that! You captured me perfectly! Beautiful!” You couldn’t help but beam with pride.
•“Can Heavy keep this?” “Of course you can, hon.” This warranted a sudden barrage of kisses to your face, which cracked you up of course.
•“Very happy to have such talented artist as yourself to love. But to me? You are most beautiful. In all the world.” Despite being more eloquent in his native language, Heavy could still get you to turn red. “Oh gosh…” “Is true!”
Demoman
•Tavish had always been a pretty sentimental fellow. He really did enjoy artwork, but didn’t talk about it much.
•Once he discovered that you were an artist, he was over the moon. Finally, he felt, he could talk to someone about art without them possibly poking fun.
•He’d never go in your sketchbook unless you allowed him to, but he always looked with such admiration in his eyes. “That’s bloody brilliant. So long as ya luv it, never stop doin’ this. Cuz I’ll never stop lookin.”
•One day, you told him you had a surprise for it. “I dunno if I like surprises…” “Oh trust me, Demo,” you chirped, “I think you’ll like this one.”
•As you held up the finished product, his mouth went agape. Almost instantly, he began to smile.
•“Well aren’t you just the sweetest!! That’s me there???” “Yes, love. I uh, I hope that you like it.” His gaze shifted over to you, and you could see his eye had grown somewhat misty.
•Demo was at a loss for words. He had never thought of himself as particularly good-looking, certainly not good enough to be drawn. And yet. You had drawn him. Drawn him very well. And he liked how he looked. Was that how you saw him?
•“Aw, Tav…you okay??” He blinked quick, trying to keep composed.“Never better…c’mere, you…”
•Wrapping his arms around you, he gave you a kiss, just about taking your breath away.
•“My little artist…ya made me look so good.” You caught him rubbing his eye a bit. “I just drew what I saw.” “Well, ya see a work of art in me. And that? That’s the best surprise of all.”
Engineer
•With how much designing went into his machines, Dell could always appreciate the skills of an artist. So when he learned that you were one, well, that only sweetened an already sweet deal.
•You were a little self-conscious at first about him watching you work. You tended to just work parallel to one another, both lost in your own stuff.
•You’d sometimes stop what you were doing to follow his hands as he put the pieces together, fingers wandering as they looked for the correct tool.
•When the inverse happened though—when Engie watched you work—he admired your spontaneity. You could start off with a total wild card and somehow managed to pull it all together and make it work, in a way he never could have come up with.
•Being rather rigid in his own trade, that was something Dell couldn’t help but be dazzled by. Very smart man for sure, but rather by-the-book. Not like you. He saw genius in the way your mind worked.
•So, one day, as the two of you perused each other’s handiwork a bit, you shyly revealed the piece you’d made of him—hard at work on an updated sentry model.
•His lips parted a little like he was about to say something, but nothing came out.
•“I know it’s a little rocky…I’m not the best at drawing machinery.” Gently, he took ahold of the sketchbook and gave it a soft tug, nonverbally asking for permission to hold it. You let him.
•As he looked closer, a warm smile crept across his face. “Well, well…wouldja look at that. That’s me alright.” He chuckled heartily, but you realized it was from admiration, not amusement.
•“Look at you, (Y/N)! Saw me all covered in dirt an’ said ‘yeah, I can make art from that’. I love it…shucks, darlin’, I can hardly get my eyes off of it.”
•He looked back at you, still all aglow, only to find you blushing to the point of near luminescence. “Aw, c’mon now honey…no need to be all shy. You’re incredible, ya know that?”
•An arm slunk around your shoulders, pulling you fast to his side, quickly pecking the top of your head. “I love it, and I love you.”
Soldier
•Soldier was a brave man, that he was confident in. But even he was self-aware enough to realize he wasn’t the sharpest.
•Anything he’d ever drawn looked like kids’ stuff, so to see what you could make? It blew his mind.
•Jane tried not to stare while you drew—you’d gotten all nervous when you’d caught him, and he was trying to be courteous—but he couldn’t deny how it captivated him.
•“Whatcha workin’ on now?” “I’m drawing those two goofs.” You motioned to the Spy and Scout bickering as they often did. “Why them, of all things?” “I just like capturing the moment sometimes.”
•One day, as you sat while he drilled the rest of the team, you started to do just that. You found it hard not to chuckle just a little as the others groaned and rolled their eyes.
•Sure, you got their annoyance, but you couldn’t help but be pulled in by Jane’s excitement and hot-bloodedness.
•“Seemed pretty lost in your work there, or I woulda asked you to join in.” A strong hand ruffling your hair snapped you out of your daze. “Capturing the moment again?”
•“Uh-huh. I think this is my best one yet.” You turned the book around to show him, and you saw his lips part slightly in surprise before he suddenly laughed. “Haha! Look at that! It’s me!”
•You laughed with him, just happy to see him so tickled by it. “I think I really captured you.” “I’d say so, kid! I’d say so…wow.” The amusement gave way to what you realized was…almost awe.
•“I look…strong. Proud.” “Yep.” “…I look good.” “Of course you do.” He nudged his helmet down a bit with his hand, chuckling to himself. From what little bit of his face you saw…was he blushing?
•Imitating him playfully—it was something you two tended to do, he found it cute—you joked, in your best impression of him, “‘Are you going soft on me, maggot??? You’re red as a tomato!’” “Noooo…oh, (Y/N), what am I gonna do with you?”
•He caught the side of your face softly and pecked you on the cheek. “But…really. Thank you, sweetheart. I think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever made.”
Sniper
•Truthfully, Mick had never given a lot of thought to the arts before he’d met you. What really caught his eye was the amount of time you put into it.
•Sniper knew better than anyone that holding still, completely focused on your task, being all but absorbed in it…that was respectable.
•The fact that he could leave for work and come back to find you in the same spot? It was just very attractive to him.
•You stopped by to watch him sometimes, very discreetly, on less busy days, although he wouldn’t lie, it got him nervous. He trusted in his own skills plenty, but…you weren’t just anyone. He couldn’t have you getting hurt.
•So one day, as he finally wrapped up, he saw you, still hard at work. He didn’t want to interrupt you, but if it was time to go, he wanted to go. Giving you a light pat on the shoulder, he chuckled. “Almost done there, darlin? Quittin’ time.”
•“Just a bit more…there. Perfect. Check it out.” You held up what you’d been working on: a full sketch of him invested in his own work.
•It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but once he did, he couldn’t help but be amazed. Slightly slack-jawed, he looked up at you, the faintest trace of a smile.
•“Never considered myself the modelin’ type, ‘specially not out here, but…wow. Ya really did it. And I look bloody good, too!” “Well duh!” “Oh, stop—” Oh, that got him. The Aussie was surprisingly easy to fluster once he’d fully grown comfortable, and you loved it.
•“Awww, are you blushing?” “Just a little…now c’mon.” Taking your hand, he helped you up, quickly hugging you around the shoulders, catching you somewhat off-guard.
•“But really. Great job there. Thanks…it’s an honor, ya know that? To be drawn by you?” “Gosh—” “Heh, now you’re the one goin’ all red.” “Oh, stop—”
Medic
•The good(?) doctor first learned of your artistic prowess when he caught you trying to draw the charts he had on his wall. “Ooh! Very impressive.”
•Medic could do a lot of things, but drawing wasn’t really one of them. He couldn’t resist watching you work, even though he knew it was a bit touchy.
•“Poetry in motion, Liebe. Really.” Simp. “Oh, come on—” “I mean it! You have such precision, such grace…it’s a sight to behold!”
•So of course, when you were working on something that you absolutely would not let him look at, he wanted to see even more.
•“I promise that whatever it is, I will find it as beautiful as you!” “It’s not that, silly—it’s supposed to be a surprise!” He seemed almost sulky about it…it was kind of cute, although you did feel a bit bad.
•Eventually though, it was done—him, with Archimedes on his shoulder. “Okay, honey, you can look now.”
•One hand comes up over his mouth, audibly gasping. “Is that…? It is!!! Haha!”
•You had never seen him this happy, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, (Y/N)! Look at that…and Archimedes too!”
•Perhaps unsurprisingly, he brings the bird out to show him too. It’s hard to gauge the response from a dove, but the tranquil cooing seems to suggest that he enjoys it.
•The doctor catches you off-guard as he sweeps you into a kiss. “Oh…danke, Schatz (treasure). May I keep this?” “Of course~”
•Best believe this man is showing your art off to EVERYONE who he treats, going on and on about what an incredible artist and person you are.
Spy
•This guy is a man of culture, he can appreciate good art. And good artists, wink.
•But in all seriousness, your attention to detail was incredibly attractive to him. After you’d been together for a while, the two of you would sit in his smoking room and relax together once the work day was over.
•Sometimes he’d be off to the side just doing his own thing, reading, but other times he’d actually sit beside you and watch. There was an intimacy to it, one you took time to grow fully comfortable with, but he was patient.
•So when you were very secretive one night, it caught his attention. Nothing slipped past him—not even you. You sensed him behind you surprisingly quickly though, and quickly closed the project up.
•“Shy tonight, are we? So unlike you, mon bijou (my jewel)…” “Hehe…be patient, babe, it’s not done yet.”
•His arms wrapped around you from behind briefly…gosh, it was difficult to keep anything secret from this man. “Very well. Keep your secrets…for now.”
•But he respected that you didn’t want him to see it just yet, and so he waited.
•“…Okay, you can look now.” In an instant, he was behind you again. It was hard to even look up at the guy right now, but once you did…there was this sense of wonder in his face that you hadn’t seen before.
•It wasn’t often that Spy looked at himself unmasked for longer than a few seconds—he’d almost forgotten his own face by now. For spies, he reasoned, it was better that way. But the way you had captured every detail of him…
•“Oh, what a handsome devil…wonder who that could be…” Was he trying to brush off his own flustering? Maybe a little.
•You couldn’t help but giggle as he almost hurriedly sat down next to you, quickly drawing you in close as he continued to look. Almost entranced.
•That element of intimacy I mentioned before? It was his turn to feel it now. Not even in a physical way, which is what this Casanova is so used to.
•No, the fact that you had clearly just…looked at his face, so intently. There was something raw and vulnerable to it. And as much as he wanted to look at it even more, his eyes were magnetically drawn to you.
•“I wouldn’t have ever asked it of you, but…I always wondered what it would look like if you drew me. I…”
•Glancing back down, he found that he couldn’t even come up with anything to say. The act of love had rendered him speechless. YOU BROKE HIM OH MY GOSH/j
•“…Do you like it?” Before you could say anything else, you were swiftly kissed, and I mean kissed.
•Spy always looked at you with a sort of passion, but this was different. He had never felt so much love for someone. Felt like a young, hopeless romantic boy all over again.
•“I adore it…and most of all, I adore you, mon cœur (my heart).”
AAAAND IM DONE. WHEW. That was fun!
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Hello! I wanted to ask if you would do the Mercs w a gender neutral reader who finds a stray animal (like a dog or cat) that somehow wandered into their base and BEGGING the Mercs to keep it. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too many, then just Scout, Spy, and Engie please! Thank you! ♡
Convincing them to keep a stray animal [Headcanons]
| Scout, Spy, Engie x GN!reader | 334 words |
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Couldn't feel up to writing all 9 so these three as you wanted anon :)
Tysm to my gf for her stamp of her approval
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Scout:
The moment you show him the dog he wants it
No convincing needed, he's always wanted a dog
Now both of you have to convince Engineer and Medic to keep it.
Which was easy
This dog is going to be spoiled by you and scout
He goes on his morning runs with it
Instead of a collar it has a bandana wrapped around its neck
He tried to name it bonk and you immediately declined and threatened to lock him out of the base
Engineer:
When you found a small, skinny brown cat hidden behind a few crates you were in love.
Taking it to engineer quickly and begging to keep it, he looks uneasy (cat could have fleas, or ringworm and you're here touching it)
You and the cat convince him quickly, you with your puppy eyes and the cat with its.. uh cat qualities.
Medic gave it a small look over, it doesn't have fleas or ringworm.
He doesn't want it inside his workroom in case it gets too close to the machinery.
He'll sneak the cat some food when he's cooking meats.
Spy
"non"
You did not even SHOW him the cat and he was saying no.
You found a skinny black cat on the battlefield, took it and ran straight to spy to show him.
He doesn't want a feline shedding fur onto his suits, furniture or himself.
You keep the cat either way
The cat is very laid back, an older feline who just enjoys being in the sun.
He'll like the cat one day, but not early on.
The cat loves him though, always wants to be inside of his smoking room and wanting to lay in-front of the fireplace.
He'll buy it expensive cat food, if its going to stay in his smoking room it won't be eating cheap, disgusting smelling cat food
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Posted 5.03.2024
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How the Mercs Like to be Topped || TF2 x M!Reader +18
You see that 18+ and read more tab so minors fuck off
Scout
If you can actually convince him to bottom, he LOVES to be babied
"Good boy, Jeremy." "Oh come on darling, breathe for me?" are his FAVORITE
Caress him, kiss him, love on him!!! Scout loves the gentle touches and reassurances. You know he's always a little worried about bottoming, so you alwasy being there for him greatly eases his worries.
Yeah he'd like you to be a little rough and manhandle him, but you know he's far too flighty to handle a rougher touch. The most you'll do is pull his hair and push him deep into the mattress.
Soldier
Same hesitantcy as Scout, sees it as "unmanly" to bottom. (brother you are dating another MAN). But unlike Scout, Soldier loves to be ordered around in roleplay.
His favorite is commander/private with you acting as a drill sergent. Replace spanking with pushups!
Prefers no penetration but is open to blowing you/touching you/grinding
Isn't opposed to being hit with his crop but y'all haven't gotten there yet.
Pyro
Pyro likes to be on the bottom most of the time, but the dynamic you two have is that you must be blindfolded to not see them without their suit.
You two are actually really conversational about your sex life and open about each other's boundaries. Pyro likes to be topped and cared for, but they are massively uncomfortable being seen.
They love to be praised and gently guided as they worship your body. Pyro guides your hands to their hips as they ride you, from the noises they make, you know they're wearing the mask.
Bro this mf gives the most IMMACULATE head you're convinced under the mask is a tentacle mouth.
Demoman
Y'all do a coin flip to determine who tops lmao
The dynamic doesn't really change much between topping/bottoming unless you guys plan it beforehand to be kinky and even then the kink is just like, mild bdsm
He loves how playful and nonserious you are during sex, it puts him at ease. Tavish doesn't think sex should be all that serious, it should be fun!
Doesn't mind a bit of roughness around the edges, especially when you grab him by his face and demand he looks at you when you two are kinky. Instant bust.
Engie
Just a matter of personal preference- he likes to top more than bottom, but he isn't completely opposed to bottoming once in a blue moon.
He'll never admit it, but Dell loves when you "seduce" him in his workshop when he's working, especially since nobody comes around to hear how loud he gets.
Dell likes when you tease him a bit for being so loud! Call that cowboy a whore!!!
Secretly enjoys the shame of being filled up with cum and having made a mess of himself.
Heavy
He didn't think he'd like it at first, but the feeling of you spreading his legs and filling him up was fucking amazing.
Mikhail loves when you bite/mark him up! He can take the roughness of haphazard thrusting and god he loves it when you lose yourself inside him.
Watching you try to dominate him is adorably hot to him. That isn't to say that he thinks less of you, but the situational cuteness of a man smaller than him actual all macho-
Although, seeing you so serious and dominant is rather sexy. Heavy had always liked the serious types in bed.
Medic
Medic is so down to let you top, especially when he's feeling rather fiendish and coy. Sometimes he wants to be pushed against against a wall and taken as he playfully resists is just what he needs to destress.
Ludwig is so fucking down HORRENDOUS for you beating him the hell up during sex. Slap his face. Tie his hands up. Edge him and drive him insane.
If you're not feelings rough that night, Ludwig also enjoys the loving and languid sex that just takes joy in your company.
choke this bitch. do it.
Spy
Yeah he's a vers, but the vulnerability of letting you domtop would be too much for him. If he bottoms for you, you're the one begging for him.
Watching you hungerly look over him, seeing the lust in your eyes turns him on more than he can describe.
Handcuffs are a favorite of his, especially when you struggle against them to beg to touch his hips as he rides you.
Secretly fucks himself to fantasies of you ravaging him and ruining his pretty and put together facade.
Sniper
Whatever gets his rocks off the best is what he's down for.
When you fuck him, expect your back to be marred with scratches and your shoulders riddled with bite marks and hickeys.
Mundy is suprisingly whiny after a good while, eventually breaking to growl and whimper for you to "just get on with it, you fucking tease!"
Likes to go multiple rounds and has the biggest libido out of all the mercs. He's a self-aware needy man and will give every alleyway and storage room a once over when you two are walking together.
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The Mercs with Energetic s/o Headcanon, please? :)
𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚂/𝙾 PT.1
|pt.1| |pt.2| |pt.3|
Request? [yes] [no]
Notes||𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝙵𝟸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍.
Synopsis|| Tf2 character x energetic reader headcanons
Warnings||𝚂𝙵𝚆-♡|𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵-❀|𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂-✰||
Word Count||400
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Lord have mercy on this group of mercenaries....
Everyday with you two the teams thinks you had a 6 pack of bonk EACH at all times
On the low-key kinda scared of you if you're the really loud energetic even though he cant talk since hes the chatty energetic
You both talk each others ear off
You two spend most of your time harassing and pranking the other mercs, if not that then usually eachother
At least the other mercs are thankful you two are harassing each other and chasing one another around the base instead of scout annoying them until they do
This usually results in you both passing out on the community couch with you both draped across eachother haphazardly
At
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Someone as
Hes bestfriends with soldier ffs and is use to Demo's drunkenness and Scouts+Pyros antics so yea, I'm pretty sure he can handle you
This southern gentleman usually always laid back but he adores you cute little antics while he sits back and watches
Tbh he would say some say some country ass shit like "Ya more hopped up than horse on sugar!" which inevitable ends up with you and the nickname "sugarcube~" (but its cute and even sweeter than the nickname itself)
He has a little area in his workshop that has a cot for when he use to pass out and couldn't make it to your room for when you eventually tucker yourself out
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You two get up to some WEIRD ass antics together
Plus add +alcohol to the equation which makes you two an ungodly force to be recon with
At first he would offer a sip of his scrumpy which is normal until you both wake up passed out
You two would make up face down on the roof top with Demos wrist broken and you with a cut on your forehead and the team huddled in the corner TERRIFIED and pointing an un(reasonable) amount of guns at you two
You both wake up with splitting headaches but hes perfected the perfect cure for hangover and some pretty tender "aftercare" until the next time you have your energy up and hes ready to get drunk off his ass again
Well...atleast you two have your fun <3
Woooo i havent wrote in a while but it was worth it
Thx for reading, see ya˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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And They Were Roomates
🔞MINORS DNI🔞
Pairing: Engineer x Fem!Reader
Summary: Oh my god, they were roomates… Due to the shenanigans of the other mercenaries, your room is now uninhabitable. After a few nights of suffering on the common room couch, Engineer invites you to stay in his quarters. Smut ensues because of course it does!
Tags: Riding, oral, massage, kinda soft, the reader is a bit of a poor little meow meow not sure why I did that, “And There Was Only One Bed! 😯”
Word Count: 5.1k
The Masterlist
How does one accidentally make a lethal bio weapon? To find out you would simply have to ask Medic and Demo. To be more specific, a very drunk Medic and an even more drunk than usual Demo, who had made the joint decision one night that it would be a good idea to mix random chemicals and alcohols in order to, in their own words, “see what would happen.”
The ensuing toxic airborne chemical proceeded to permeate not only the lab, but any room relatively nearby. Unfortunately, that happened to include your own room. Waking up in respawn nearly coughing up a lung was not how you wanted to start your morning, and yet, there you were.
Most of the mercs were speechless when they found out that a good portion of their base would be completely quarantined until the gas could dissipate. Despite being at a loss for words, the few responsible members of the team were quick to scold both Medic and Demoman for several hours- although neither of them seemed to care much. You, however, were especially inconvenienced by this situation, since your room was right in the contamination zone.
At first, you had tried to venture in with a handkerchief pressed against your mouth and nose, just long enough to grab some things from your room. You learned your lesson when you once again woke up in respawn, your lungs and throat burning like you had tried to swallow acid. You should have known better than to think a simple square of cloth would be able to fend off a chemical that had been cooked up by Demo and Medic. Hell, not even Pyro dared to go into the sealed off portion of the base, and they were covered head to toe in a flame resistant suit and gas mask.
In the end, you made peace with the fact that you would be sleeping on the common room couch for several days. It was fine the first couple nights, but it wasn’t long before these new sleeping arrangements began to affect you negatively. You found yourself waking up in weird positions, just from trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, which would usually result in a stiff back or an unrelenting ache that wouldn’t waver for the rest of the day.
Still, you had a job to do, and so whenever anyone asked about a limp or a wince that you couldn’t hide, you would tell them it was nothing and get on with your day. Most would leave you alone then- except for one. The Engineer was the most concerned about your current state of perpetual exhaustion, probably because he was your closest friend on the team. While you wouldn’t mind if your relationship were to be something a bit more than friends, it was something you never had the courage to bring up.
It had been your third day on the couch when he cornered you in the locker rooms after the daily battles had concluded.
“Engie?” you said, wondering what he wanted. Today had been full of some pretty miserable losses, and on such days Engie tended to seclude himself in his room to work on improving his sentry blueprints.
“I want you to sit down here, darlin,’” he said matter of factly, motioning to the bench in the middle of the locker room. “You got pretty roughed up out there today.”
“We all did.” You pointed out the obvious, but you were also too tired to argue. With a sigh, you sat down on the bench. Engie made his way behind you, and you were about to ask him what exactly he thought he was doing when your breath caught in your throat.
Engie placed his hands on your shoulders with care, working his thumbs into your back. He was gentle, gradually increasing the pressure to work out the tightness in your muscles. He located and paid special attention to spots that had been giving you quite a bit of trouble lately with surprising skill.
“God, honey. You’re so tense, just try to relax for me,” he said, shifting his focus from your shoulders to your upper and middle back.
“Well, anything for you.” The words slipped out without you even thinking about it, but Engie didn’t seem to mind, simply humming in response. You were thankful that he either didn’t notice or didn’t mention the blush spreading over your cheeks.
Those hands of his worked wonders, that was for sure. The pressure was perfect as he worked over your muscles with expertise you didn’t know he had. It wasn’t long until the stiffness was nearly gone.
“I can’t believe you’ve been fighting so hard out there while carrying all this tension,” Engie said as he began to work on a particularly troublesome spot around your right shoulder.
“I have to pull my weight, and a bit of pain isn’t about to stop me,” you said matter of factly. You all had to get paid somehow, after all.
“Still, it ain’t fair that you gotta toss and turn all night only to get shot, stabbed, and blown up all day. At least the rest of us have the comfort of our own rooms…” Engie paused, his eyes lighting up as if realizing something obvious. “Oh, well there’s an idea.”
“What?”
“How about you stay in my room for a few days?”
You started stammering, not daring to look back at Engie in case he noticed how red your face was. “Oh, I don’t want to be a burden or anything. Do you even have an extra bed?”
“Oh no, I’ll just take the floor until your room is livable again,” he explained. You couldn’t believe it. Your not-so-subtle workplace crush had just given you a massage and immediately offered up his own bed for your use. Even so, your nerves made you hesitant.
“Engie, you don’t have to do that,” you said, feeling a pang of guilt. “I would be your guest! I’ll take the floor.”
“Nonsense, darlin’! I offered you my room so you wouldn’t be waking up uncomfortable, what’s the point of that if I don’t at least offer you the bed?” You began to stammer and protest again but Engie simply put his hand up to stop you, concluding his decision with a final, “I insist.”
You sighed, realizing that it was a fruitless endeavor to argue. Not to mention you were quite thrilled to be sharing a room with Engie, so why debate over a good thing? Still, you felt a compromise was in order.
“We’ll take turns,” you said, trying to mirror Engie’s own tone of finality. He chuckled at your attempt, which probably came off as more cute than serious. Still, he agreed, perhaps also realizing that arguing the matter wouldn’t be productive.
“Alright, fine,” he conceded. “We’ll take turns.”
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Engie’s room was quite comfortable, despite the blueprints and sentry parts scattered about. There was a sense of organized chaos to it all, and you were sure if you asked Engie to find something specific he would be able to with no issue. The bed was quite nice as well. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to wake up without aches and pains.
However, that ‘compromise’ regarding the sleeping arrangements barely lasted three days.
One thing you always knew about Engie was that he was the type to go to sleep very late at night, usually after finalizing the details on weapon blueprints, or tinkering with the Gunslinger. However he suddenly became much more keen on turning in early, especially earlier than you. When you would find him fast asleep on the floor of his room, even when it was not his turn, you pretty much had no choice but to take the bed.
You had tried waking him up a few times. It was no use. The man slept like a rock. He was gentlemanly to the point of frustration, but it only made you more fond of him, if not a bit exasperated. It would be a relief when your room was finally cleaned out and livable again.
This arrangement continued until one especially difficult day. A hard battle had ended in an extremely close victory, but nobody had the energy to celebrate. Battered and exhausted, everyone who needed to made their way to Medic for treatment, and then shuffled off to sleep away the lingering soreness. You got to the room before Engie, who was still being patched up, pulled back the covers and collapsed onto the mattress with a heavy sigh.
You were just beginning to doze off when you heard the door open. You lifted your head to see Engie limping into the room- he had taken a few nasty shots to the leg today. The moment you saw him kneeling down to the floor, you spoke up.
“Engie, don’t be ridiculous,” you said, unable to believe that this man was really about to sleep on the cold floor after such an arduous day. He jumped slightly, having assumed you were already asleep. You shifted over to one side of the bed, making a space just large enough for him to occupy. “Come over here.”
The slight blush on his face didn’t go unnoticed by you, even in the dim lighting of the room. He sidled up next to you with a sigh. “Thanks darlin.’”
“It’s no problem. We both deserve to be comfortable after today,” you said. Both of you were still in your day clothes, but neither cared enough to change out of them.
However, despite the exhausting day, neither of you were able to sleep for a while. Perhaps it was the lingering giddiness that came with winning such a close battle. Or, maybe it was the undeniable intimacy of sharing a bed, with little room for personal space and barely a gap between the two of you. Engie was the first to say something when it became obvious that sleep wouldn’t come easy, eager to break the awkward silence that reigned while both of you simply lay awake.
“You know, I’ve always wondered, what led you to join up with a bunch of mercenaries?”
The question caught you off guard. Honestly, there were several complicated reasons and events that led you to where you were now. It certainly wasn’t something you wanted to get into in its entirety.
“Probably the same as all of you. Money gets tight, and eventually you just take whatever you can get,” you said. It wasn’t completely untrue, and Engie seemed to relate.
“Guess I should’ve figured as much,” he said with an understanding nod.
“It’s not all bad though,” you added, hesitating before continuing. “I mean, I’ve made friends here. I met you.”
Engie was silent for a moment before responding. “Well, that’s a meeting I wouldn’t trade for the world, darlin’.”
You prayed that your blush was hidden by the darkness of the room. However when Engie’s hand suddenly came up to your cheek, there was no way he didn’t feel the heat radiating from your face. He didn’t comment on it, and you gave him an inquisitive look as he seemed deep in thought. When he did finally speak, he fumbled with his words for a moment before finally managing to say something coherent.
“May I kiss you?”
It was a short, simple question, impossible to be misinterpreted, and yet your brain couldn’t seem to process the request. Within a moment it felt as if your senses were all running on high alert, culminating in an even shorter, one word answer.
“Yes!” The volume at which you spoke was louder than you meant for it to be, displaying your over-excitement in a way that made you want to cover your face and melt through the mattress. With a deep breath, you managed to regain some of your composure, stammering in an attempt to salvage your response. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so blunt. I was just trying to say that I would like that. I would like that very much.”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” Engie said, looking down at you with a soft smile. You were drawn to that expression, already leaning forward a bit. He was the one to close the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours.
He kept it chaste at first, but you could tell he wanted more. It wasn’t long before you made the first move to deepen the kiss, biting gently at his lower lip until he gasped, allowing you entrance. It was an intense, wordless communication of feelings the two of you hadn’t dared to express until now, set out in the open through the parting of lips and the mingling of tongues, culminating in the two of you panting when the need for air pulled you apart.
You weren’t sure when you had wrapped your arms around his shoulders. And you sure as hell weren’t sure when he ended up on top of you either. In a sudden moment of clarity, your face flushed red and a strange combination of shame and excitement overwhelmed you.
“Sorry. Was that too much?” you asked. Doubt was setting in. Maybe he hadn’t wanted something so… passionate. Maybe you had taken it too far. Engie quelled those fears when he finally regained his composure enough to answer.
“No, it was perfect.” His voice was dreamy and breathless. He looked down at you with such genuine fondness, and it made you feel so weak for him, so desperate for his touch. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long while now, darlin’. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was kinda hoping something like this would happen when I invited you to my room.”
“Well, it took you long enough,” you teased before kissing him again. You were eager to resume your exploration of his mouth, but this time he took control, letting his lips travel down and linger on your jawline, eventually descending to your neck and drawing soft whimpers from you as he ventured over the sensitive skin.
Engie sought after those little sounds you made, sucking at the delicate skin on your neck and collar. You shuddered as he gently grazed your skin with his teeth. Even though he was treating you with the utmost care, you had a feeling there would be some marks you would need to cover up tomorrow.
Although he tried to hide it, every noise you made in response to Engie’s ministrations had him growing more aroused by the minute. He had always hoped he would have had more self control in this situation. After all, the only thing that had happened so far was some kissing. Yet that seemed to be enough for him on this particular day, as you soon felt the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly against you through his clothing.
You let out a soft gasp at the sensation. Engie didn’t seem to take notice, still keeping himself busy with marking up your neck. You moved your thigh against his groin just to be sure, and the breathy groan you got in response was all the confirmation you needed.
Engie pulled back suddenly, looking panicked and apologetic, as if he had just come to his senses. “I’m sorry darlin,’ I seem to be getting a bit over excited-”
“No, it’s alright!” you said, cutting him off mid-apology. You wanted him to keep going. You didn’t want him to cease his actions for even a moment, and you made sure he knew that. “I don’t want to stop, please.”
He looked hesitant for a moment, but not unwilling. If anything, he seemed as anxious as you were, and that brought you some respite. The way you looked at him, with desire and anticipation that mirrored his own, was enough to convince him that you truly meant what you said.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Just let me take good care of you.”
Engineer set upon your neck again, this time making a clear effort to leave tell tale bruises. You didn’t mind. It was nothing makeup wouldn’t be able to cover, and you found that you quite enjoyed the gentle bites Engie would sometimes deliver after marking up a new area of your skin.
Still, you felt a bit awkward. It seemed as if Engie was doing all the work. He did tell you to let him take care of you, but surely you should be doing something? The feeling of hands on your hips brought you back to reality. That robotic hand, affixed to its owner through a brilliant feat of engineering and biology, now held a near bruising grip on your hip. You winced and Engie loosened his grasp with a soft apology.
Even though it had hurt, there was something tantalizing about the idea that the Gunslinger had only been exerting a small fraction of the power stored in those robotic joints. And now, Engie kept its pressure under control perfectly, using it to hold you gently, eventually working the metal digits beneath the hem of your shirt. You took that as your cue to take some initiative, stripping off your top before Engie had the chance to do it himself. He looked surprised for a moment before realizing that you were staring, most likely waiting for him to undress as well. He began to hastily unfasten the buttons on his shirt and you watched eagerly, your lower lip trapped between your teeth.
Not wanting to just sit there ogling, you did the most obvious thing you could think of and started kissing him again. It was rougher than before and a bit clumsy, especially as the two of you tried to multitask, undressing each other until most of your clothes were discarded on the bedroom floor. Engie paused when he reached the waistband of your underwear, as if he was waiting for permission to go further.
“Go on, Dell,” you whispered, the use of his name catching his attention immediately. “Please.”
He gave you a quick nod and carefully removed your undergarments as well, leaving you naked beneath him. You laid back, glancing to the side awkwardly as you realized you weren’t quite sure what came next. Dell, seeming to sense your uncertainty, thankfully spoke up.
“It’s alright, darlin.’ Just start by telling me what you want.” He was being genuine, clearly not making any attempt to tease you. Still, the idea of putting words to all the things you had fantasized about before this moment made your face flush red.
“I want…” you paused, taking a moment to think before continuing with a shaky sigh. “I want you to touch me, please.”
Dell grinned down at you, making you blush harder. “Oh, like this?”
You shivered as you felt his fingers slide along your slit. He held eye contact with you, taking in every reaction you made. You gave a soft whimper when he dipped into you, gently thrusting with his fingers. Once Dell was sure you were starting to relax he shifted his focus to your clit, making your body shudder and your back arch against the mattress.
He was attentive, making sure to ease up whenever you seemed to be getting overwhelmed. He held your hips still with his prosthetic, and once again you were reminded that the Gunslinger was exerting a mere fraction of its power on you. The idea of being somewhat restrained by such a powerful work of machinery was incredibly erotic.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Dell’s voice brought you back to reality, along with the fact that he was no longer moving within you.
“Fuck, yes! Keep going,” you begged, squirming at the lack of stimulation. The soft chuckle you got in response was followed by Dell doing something especially nice with his fingers, curling them within you. You couldn’t hold back a sharp moan, bucking against his fingers- or at least you would have if you weren’t still being held still.
“That’s a real nice spot isn’t it?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned in close. You gasped as he continued to press a finger against your sweet spot, carefully working in a second digit to allow for more pressure.
Dell knew how to read your body surprisingly well, and he knew that if he simply let his thumb rub against your clit right now it would bring you to orgasm. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted to really take in the sight of you writhing like this, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. However, being the gentleman he was, he couldn’t deny you for long, especially when you started to buck your hips. He couldn’t stand to see you so needy. He wanted to see you come for him.
As he continued to work his fingers inside of you he used his thumb to circle over your clit, making you shudder and moan into your hand. You didn’t want anyone to overhear you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to contain your sounds, especially as you finally felt the pleasure overwhelm you. You came with a shaky groan, whimpering his name as you rode out your orgasm.
Dell pulled his fingers away when you began to squirm from overstimulation. He didn’t say anything at first, completely captivated by how you looked as you relaxed in the afterglow. Your tousled hair, flushed face, and half lidded eyes created a gorgeous picture for him to take in.
“Hey, what is it?” you asked when you finally caught your breath and noticed him staring.
“Nothing, you’re just so pretty,” Dell said, chuckling softly. He knew it probably sounded a bit juvenile, but it was the truth. “Ain’t never seen anything like it.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that statement. “You must be kidding,” you said, just barely managing to contain a laugh. “I’m certain a guy like you has been with plenty of pretty girls.”
“Nope, at least, none that I really care for.” He went quiet for a moment, as if contemplating his next words carefully before continuing. His voice was softer, almost shy. “But I care about you, I really do. I want to make you feel good, make you feel loved like you should be.”
You somehow managed to blush even brighter than you already were. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to respond. You looked deep in thought for a while, and Dell began to worry.
“Was that too much?” His apologetic tone brought you back to reality. “I’m sorry. I understand if you want this to be a one time thing-”
“No! Nothing’s wrong,” you stammered, trying to find the words to express what you were feeling. “I guess I’m just not used to it, the whole ‘being cared for’ thing. It feels nice.”
You felt like you were stumbling through your sentences, fearing that you were coming off as clumsy and awkward. Nothing you were saying seemed nearly as eloquent as it had sounded in your head, but then again, such things almost never were.
“Well, you better get used to it,” Dell said with a low chuckle. “Cause by the end of the night, I wanna make you feel like the most cared for person in the world.”
Before you could respond, Dell’s lips were on yours again, and you didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. You shivered as you tasted his lips and tongue, longing for more of him, more to feel, more to taste. Your hands began to wander, lower and lower until you were able to palm at Dell’s erection, straining against the front of his briefs, which you now realized you had neglected to remove. He pulled away with a gasp and you grinned up at him, an idea beginning to form.
“Let's switch. Let me be on top,” you said, letting go and rolling out from under him.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Dell said, his voice shaking with lust and anticipation as he laid back on the bed and watched you climb on top of him.
You kissed your way down his body, letting your hands wander. He watched, shuddering when you palmed over his chest and then downward, until the tips of your fingers finally slipped just below his waistband. You pulled his briefs down with a quick motion, freeing his erection.
Dell exhaled and gave you an inquisitive look, as if to silently ask, “what are you planning to do now?” You didn’t hesitate to show him exactly what your intentions were, leaning down and taking his cock into your mouth with a muffled moan. The sharp gasp you got in response certainly didn’t disappoint, and you quickly got to work bobbing your head and using your tongue in all the right ways.
“Oh god, darlin,’” Dell groaned, placing a hand on the back of your head. He was careful not to push you, but the tightening grip on your hair was indicative of how well you were doing. He was quite vocal, letting you know just how good you were making him feel. You would be lying if you said it didn’t boost your ego a bit. “Just like that, keep workin’ your tongue around, damn you're good at this!”
It was intoxicating to see Dell start to come undone by your efforts, the taste of precum soon becoming noticeable. You were tempted to finish him off like this, to simply let him spill down your throat and swallow every last drop. But you also wanted him inside you so badly, and the pulsing arousal between your hips wouldn’t allow you to deny yourself much longer. You pulled away, accompanied by a disappointed groan. That disappointment wouldn’t last long.
“I want to ride you.” Your voice was breathless and heavy, making the statement sound more like a desperate plea.
He let out a sharp exhale, clearly trying to contain his excitement. Dell just barely managed to keep a wide grin from spreading across his face, answering with a shaky “Alright.” He almost sounded nervous, and you couldn’t help but find it rather cute.
You positioned yourself over him, his briefs now pulled much further down his thighs. Your breath hitched as you finally sank down onto his cock, dissolving into a low moan as you took him fully inside you. You felt Dell’s grip on your thighs tighten, the strength of his mechanical hand startling you for the third time that night as you felt the metal joints squeeze your flesh. His touch traveled up to your hips as you adjusted, eventually coming to rest on your ass when you finally began to move.
“You take me so well,” Dell moaned, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. “You look so pretty bouncing on my cock like that, darlin’.”
You whimpered at his praise, some part of you knowing you shouldn’t be too loud, even as you rode him harder and faster. Your lower lip was caught firmly between your teeth as you tried to muffle yourself. Even so, some louder moans and gasps managed to escape whenever you hit a particularly good spot. Dell found it adorable whenever you would clasp your hand over your mouth, only to begin biting your lip once again as you needed both hands to keep your balance.
Meanwhile, he was just barely restraining himself from flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress. The sight above him was gorgeous- your body squirming atop his as he held your curves in his hands. However, it only made him more curious to know what it would be like to have you below him, writhing and grasping at the bedsheets and he ravished you. Even with how much he wanted that, he resisted. After all, it was becoming quite clear from your failing efforts to keep quiet and the way you were beginning to grind against him that you were getting close. Dell didn’t want to throw you off your rhythm, especially when he was beginning to feel himself lose control as well.
“You’re gonna come real soon, aren’t you?” he asked, stroking your body up and down with the utmost care, taking note of every sensitive area he could use to enhance your pleasure. “Go on sweetheart, say it.”
You cried out, any attempt at keeping your voice down now completely abandoned. Even if you were able to control yourself, the creaking of the bed frame would still be a dead giveaway to what was going on behind closed doors. But you didn’t care anymore, it all felt too good.
“Fuck, Dell! I’m so close,” you cried as you started grinding against him, the stimulation to your clit finally pushing you over the edge.
Dell bucked upward, lost in the sensation of your body trembling around him in the throes of your pleasure. You would have lost your balance if it weren’t for the firm grip he held on your waist keeping you steady. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold back any longer, shuddering as he reached his peak. You were pulled down on top of him, pressed against his body as the two of you came down from the high. Soon the only noise you could hear was the two of you breathing heavily, the rise and fall of Dell’s chest beneath you lulling you into a drowsy state.
You didn’t disturb the peace for several minutes, especially when the ache began to settle in your thighs and the idea of moving became far less appealing. As it turned out, riding on top took a hefty physical toll after a while. You must have been enjoying yourself too much to acknowledge it while actually doing it. The irony that you had now traded a stiff and aching back for sore legs was not lost on you, but you honestly couldn’t care less. That was an issue for later.
“You alright, darlin’?” Dell’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
“I’m more than alright,” you said, a giddy laugh escaping you. “That was amazing.”
He smiled fondly at you, shifting slightly so that you were side by side and pulling you close. You relaxed into the embrace, eager for the comfort his touch brought you. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I like making you feel good,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver. “And I’m guessing the days of ‘taking turns’ in the bed are over?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, although it was muffled due to your face being buried against Dell’s chest. You would have thought the answer to that would be obvious, but apparently not. You were able to get over your laughter long enough to mumble a faint “Of course” before letting yourself drift off, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as the two of you both gave in to the allure of sleep.
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Hello! Hopefully I'm not too late for the ask thing- I hope you don't mind headcanon stuff cause I've had an idea boggling around my head for a bit: What S/O would need to do to have the mercs like- happy crying, angry crying, sad crying etc. You can make it angsty or as wholesome as you want. (Hopefully I worded my ask right ^^') Oh, and gender neutral please. :)
OH MY DAYS. YES MA'AM, SIR, AND NON-BINARY FRIEND.
Contains: Happy tears (I can't write angst to save my life), Demo, Soldier, Scout, Sniper, Engie
💣Demoman💕
I find that when sober, you could just hug him and he'd melt.
But when he's drunk, he will be crying.
Like y'all could be having a conversation, just hug him, and he'd be like
"QUIT DOIN THAT, YOU ALREADY MAKE ME WANT TA FOCKIN CRY CUZ A HOW GREAT YE ARE"
Any sort of affection when he's drunk works 💕
🪖Soldier🫡
He tries not to cry, because he probably thinks he's not allowed.
But when you softly tell him you love him and then show any sort of affection, he's quite literally sobbing.
"THANK YOU CADET, I LOVE YOU TOO. (sobs)"
Please treat him well, he is so soft 😭
⚾Scout🏃🏻
You know when you stretch, sometimes you'll groan from comfort? And y'know how some people do that when they hug their partner?
He cries every time you do that.
He likes to know that you're comfy, especially in his arms.
"Are you cozy?"
"Mmm, yeah"
"😭"
Big softie, give him hugs 💕
🇦🇺Sniper🦘
He sometimes struggles with picking up on romantic qualities. He doesn't mean to, he just isn't used to it.
I likes when you give him small kisses on his cheek, and when you fall asleep on him/in his arms.
I imagine one time you dozed off in his lap, and you woke up to him sniffling and rubbing his eyes.
"Snipes are you okay?"
"(sniffle) Yea—Yea, mate, I'm alright."
🧰Engie🤠
Engie is a very loving significant other.
He treats you well and makes sure you get lots of attention.
Sometimes he might let you help out in his little workshop.
If you ever work on something yourself, and you do that hot thing where your sleeves are rolled up and you wipe the sweat off your forehead, he is BAWLING.
"Engie! Are you okay???"
"Y-yeah-I just—(sobs)"
THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS 😭😭😭
#TF2 x reader#TF2 REQUESTS#TF2#demoman x reader#Scout x reader#Soldier x reader#Sniper x reader#Engie x reader#Engineer x reader
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May I request some Engineer nsfw please? as you mentioned wanting to write more of that in your post {I've never sent a request before, and it shows}
WOOO TIME TO FUCK MEN (ENGINEER)
Good length and beautifully thick, but unfortunately doesn't like to show himself off
Actually very shy about his body, he loves himself but letting people see what's under those layers is intimidating...
Doesn't get off, like at all. He actually doesn't like touching himself and would rather actually have sex than imagining such
Loves lingerie, doesn't matter if it's on someone else or him, he loves how charming yet simple it can get
Doesn't tend to remember to remove his gloves or goggles, you'll have to remind him to take them off even to go to bed some days
With being both busy 24/7 and sleep deprived, he doesn't get around to too much sex, but he's happy to let you touch him while he works
Don't expect him to give in easily! Whisper filthy words and ideas of what you could do to him, touch his chest and pull up his shirt a bit. Soon he's going to want some action
Will happily fuck in his workshop, but always wants the doors locked so nobody can access a dirty little secret
Vanilla, with a love for exploring new things, he just has a personal want for average things. You most definitely will change that if you have more kinky desires...
Like I said, loves to explore, even if he's pretty sure he won't like it, he's up for a least a few sessions of whatever you have in mind
Actually loves being edged during work hours, let him know what you have planned for later, and make him wait patiently for it too
Isn't super loud, but he mostly holds back on noises. If you ask nicely he will moan like a virgin getting head for the first time
Speaking of head, he can give some pretty good oral. It's not like he's actually practiced but it comes from his heart, he wants everything to feel great
Squirms when you give him oral, it's just so new to him...
His thighs are hairy, and so is most of his lower chest. Has a nice and dark happy trail, but most of his pubes and other such hairs are brown
Oh boy is his prostate sensitive, but he can hold off for quite a while.
Can go multiple rounds, and loves when he doesn't even have to take a break between them
Has a few toys, more for experimenting. he will let you watch him ride a dildo if you don't feel like actually having full on sexy time and just want to masturbate together
Doesn't cum much, but after the first round, he'll cum a bit more the second time
Really wants to be tied up, gagged, and helpless with you doing exactly what you want. It's rare he actually ponders on it but I popped up one day and stuck with him
#engie x reader#tf2 engineer x reader#engineer x reader#tf2 engie#tf2 engineer#tf2 x reader#tf2 smut
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Hii! Ok so can you do engi, Pyro and scout with a really silly and sweet S/O that's like kinda like Pyro but not a bit crazy? I feel like it'd be cute
Oh golly oh gosh, this is about to be an immaculate writing.
I love this idea! I'm currently listening to Hug Me on loop, just give me a bit of the Scout and Pyro vibe idk why :\. I hope you enjoy this!
Engineer, Pyro, and scout with a really silly and sweet S/O that's like kinda like Pyro but not a bit crazy.
Engineer :
He loves it of course! But he's a bit worried of you, since you're slightly similar from Pyro
You and Pyro sometimes spend time together (Being ✨ B E S T I E S ✨), but he'll be even more aware to make sure you and Pyro not burn everything he's just being a dad
If you get a little too excited, like a little TOO excited, you may actually burn something (just like pybo), Engie would stop you burning it with your little lighter you keep in your pocket, he also would try to hide your lighter without telling you, but you got very upset for some reason, so he still let you have your lighter, but not let you burn anything
Since you're sweet and silly.. (Two little cute memories you and Engie has) :
You jumped on his back to get a piggy-back ride :
[At Workshop]
Engie : [Minding his own bussines*]
You : [Quietly comes in workshop*]
You : [Jumps on Engie's back and wrap your hand around his neck*]
Engie : [Quickly holds on to your legs to balance*] "Sugar-cube! You scared mah soul outta me! What are ya doin'?"
You : "Piggy-back ride? Please?"
Engie : "Again?" [Smug face*]
You : [Nods*]
Engie : "Hol' on tight!"
You putting little flowers planted in a pot in Engie's Workshop next to a little window :
(Yes, Engie has a little window in his workshop.)
You : [Carrying little flowers planted in a pot*]
You : [Comes in Engie's Workshop*]
Engie : [Working on a new invention*] "Hey sunshine! Watcha comin' in here for?"
You : "Just putting these little guys next to the window." [Puts it on a little table next to the window*]
Engie : "What for?"
You : [Opening the window*] "For the butterflies and bees!"
Meanwhile, Engie's mind : "You sonafabich. (to himself) Focus. Focus. Focus. Dag Nabbit!"
Engie : "Awh, how sweet of ya."
Bonus :
[A couple days later]
Engie : [Comes in workshop to water the flowers*]
Engie : [About to water the flowers*]
Engie : [Sees a little bee on a flower*]
Engie : [... This*]
Pyro :
Woah woah woah! you love piggy-back rides, loves drawing, loves baking, loves FIRE?! He will always have a wonderful time with you!
You and Pyro will give each other piggy-back rides, you teach each other how to draw, baking desserts, and burning stuff, of course
But Engie (being a dad), always try to stop you two of burning everything down, but if you two burned down something quite to very valuable, he will tell you two to not burn anything, but if you and Pyro didn't listen, you'll both get scollded
Since you're sweet and silly.. (Two little cute memories you and Pyro has) :
You and Pyro playing hide and seek in the park :
You, The seeker : "25.... 26.... 27.... 28...."
Pyro : [Hides in the bushes*]
You : "29.... 30! Ready or not, here I come!"
Pyro : [Stays quiet*]
You : "Where are you?" [Checking in and behind the bushes*]
Pyro : [Giggled*]
You : "Aha! Here you are!- Wait a sec, there's a frog on your head."
Pyro : "Mph mph?" (Translate : "Right here?") [Points on top of his head*]
You : "Yeah, lemme just...." [Picks up frog and cups it in your hand*]
You : "Awwh, Hello little buddy!" [Pets frog gently*]
You : "Pyro, you wanna pet froggy?"
Pyro : [Pets frog gently*] "Mph mphh mphh mph? Mphh?" (Translate : "Can we keep it? Please?")
You : "No Pyro, we should put him on his little lily pad."
Pyro : "Mphhmph." (Translate : "Okay.")
You and Pyro pranking Scout by scribbling marker on his face while he's asleep (honestly, this is very mischievous) :
Scout, just woke up : [Yawn and streches*]
You and Pyro : [Giggling quietly*]
Pyro : [Drops marker*] "Mph mh." (Translate : "Uh oh.")
Scout : [Flinced*] "The hell was that?!"
Scout : [Walks over to the noise, saw you and Pyro*]
Scout : "What're ya guys doin'?"
You : "Just trying to find Pyro's missing marker, we got it." [Lying, of course*]
Scout : [Walking to the restroom*] "Good for you two then."
Pyro : [Taps on your shoulder*]
You : [Turning your face to Pyro with a smug face*] "What?"
Pyro : [Points at the marker*]
You : "Wassup with it?"
You : [Looks closer*]
You : [Realizes that the marker is permanent*] "Oh boy."
Scout, in the restroom : "WHAT THE FU-"
Scout :
He loves it of course! But he's also a bit worried of you, since you're slightly similar from Pyro
He'll also bond even more with Pyro, since you and Pyro likes to spend time together (Being ✨ B E S T I E S ✨), and he'll understand Pyro even more bacause just how similar you're from Pyro
He loves giving you piggy-back rides but just sometimes a little too fast, but if you're okay with it, he's okay with it
Since you're sweet and silly.. (A little cute memory you and Scooter boi has) :
Scout teaching you how to skate-board :
Scout, holding your arm : "You just gotta balance, relax, and try to hold still. You can do it."
You : [Balancing on a skate-board*] "O-Okay."
Scout : "Imma let go, but I'll be catching ya if you fall.
Scout : [Slowly lets go of your arm*]
You : [Actually balancing on the skate-board*] "I got it!"
Scout : "Nice job Babe! Kay, now try to roll on! Imma hol' on to you." [Holds on your arm*]
You : [Tries to roll the skate-board*]
You : [Fails*]
Scout : "C'mon Babe, you can do it."
You : [Tries the second time*]
You : "I did it!"
Scout : "That's frickin' awesome!"
Scout : [Lets go of your arm*]
You : [Looses balance*]
You : [Falls*]
Scout : [Catches you*]
You two were face to face
You and him : [Face turning pink*]
You : "Y-You better give me a warning first."
Scout : "A-Ahm sorry Babe."
You : [Pecks his nose*]
Scout : [Face turning red*]
Scout : "You s-should too."
I actually had a bit of fun writing this, adorable idea of course!
But I made S/O 85% similiar to Pyro, hope you don't mind.
I hope you enjoyed! ヾ(^▽^*)))
#tf2 x reader#tf2 engineer x reader#tf2 engie x reader#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 pyro x reader#engie x reader#engineer x reader#pyro x reader#scout x reader
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|My hat is better| Engie x reader
(IM DEAD! IM DEAD! Im- oh wait im alive? Well I guess i’m alive. Hope yall know the saying wear the hat ride the cowbo-)
Rummaging through your closet you searched for something suitable to wear. Dell was taking you out on a bar date to celebrate your dating anniversary. The warm fluttering feeling of your heart moved in your chest. It was as if you could see the nervous and blushing texan asking you out for the first time. A small giggle escaped your throat at the memory.
Seeing as it was a bar that you were going to, you settled with some jeans and a shirt. After brushing your hair you felt two arms snaking around your waist.
“Ya look beautiful darlin.” Engie mumbled with his face buried in your shoulder.
“Well you look very handsome yourself Dell.” You mentioned placing your hands on top of his and turning around. He was wearing a red shirt with a brown vest and a cowboy hat.
“You’re going full cowboy on this date?” You jested with a teasing tone. He chuckled and shrugged walking you out of your home.
“Why not? It was this cowboy who swept you off yer feet.” A gentle kiss on your cheek was felt before you entered the car.
The bar was decorated and themed texas. The colorful lights were focused on the band that was playing in the bar. The soft chatter of customers and service workers were heard as well. Along with the cheering of some people who were chugging drinks. Dell lead you to a counter seat and the both of you ordered your drinks and snacks.
“How’s your team by the way? You’re on break right?” You asked with curiosity. The texan took a sip of his drink and hmmed.
“Well they’re visiting their homes. Ah’m not sure how long our break will last though. There was ah bread problem with the base.”
Raising a brow you gave him a quirky smile with a raised brow.
“A bread problem? Something like, too much bread? Or not enough?” He rubbed the back of his neck and moved his other hand in a sort of motion.
“Ah would say it was a bit too much. But ah reckon it will be fixed soon.” Your face fell a bit at the mention. Though you and engie were dating, you didn’t see each other as often as you had hoped for. Dell didn’t fail to see your expression and read into it.
He scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your body.
“Ah know ah’m gone fer a long tahim. Ah’ll try ta convince my boss to let ya visit on ceasefires.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed.
“Will they let you though? Isn’t that against the rules?” He chuckled and pet your hair gingerly.
“They kinda need mah help. So no worries Y/N.” With that the mood lifted once more and you both chatted happily together. However Engie excused himself from you to use the bathroom.
Waiting for Dell to return you sipped your drink slowly and looked at your feet. A soft weight was then placed onto your head. Looking up it was a black cowboy hat. Turning to whoever placed it on your head it was a stranger with a grin. You waved shyly at the man.
“A girl like you should have a hat on yer head at this place.” Tilting your head you shrugged and thanked him awkwardly.
“Want your hat back sir?” He shook his head and leaned his body against the counter.
“Nah ah think it looks better on you.” He said with a wink.
Before you could say you already had a boyfriend, the hat you were wearing was hit onto the ground and was replaced with another.
“Sorry there partner, this gal is taken.” You heard your boyfriend say through a smile and gritted teeth. The man put his hands in the air and grabbed his hat.
“Alright man, I was just leavin anyways.” He said walking away and disappearing into the crowd. Tilting your head you turned to your boyfriend.
“What was that about?” You questioned before Dell pushed the hat down onto your face playfully.
“It’s just a thing between cowboys. He was basically trying ta claim ya as his girl.”
The sentence nearly made you choke on air at the sudden information.
“Well that’s news, his hat wasn’t that bad to be honest. It was fluffy on the insi-Ack!” Once you lifted the hat back up to your head, Dell pushed it down to your face with a chuckle.
“Well mahine is better.”
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Yknow what?
Yandere Engie Headcannons
Tw: Kidnapping, condescension, victim blaming, not babying not mansplaining but a secret somehow just as bad thing, attempted kissing w/o consent
•He would plan long and hard about how to get you home: in the end he decides the best thing for the two of you is a road trip.
•He gets you all cozy for this trip, plenty of food, good music, a cozy mattress put in the back of his van. You think this is just gonna be a little vacation between two friends.
But you’re dead wrong.
•It all seems normal until you go to leave his house to grab your stuff out of the car and find Engie has some Uber complex lock on his door.
•When you ask him about it from his spot on the couch he tells you not to worry about it. It’s not really your concern anymore.
•Asking him to elaborate on this will only make him sit you down and explain it to you, almost tediously what it’s there to do.
•This behavior is totally out of left field so it’s easy to take it as a joke-
Of course it’s a joke why wouldn’t it be? Then again- what reason does he have?
•Oh but it’s just as soon as y’all sit on the couch and he tries to kiss you, you push away. Jokes can be taken too far! So you tell him. Then he just laughs at you.
•He’s far smarter than you, likely much stronger. And a hell of a lot more liked among those with power. There’s more chances to survive a nuke than there is getting away from him and he lets you know.
•As far as he’s concerned you’ve only got two ways to sink, surrender or force.
•Sureender has you living your best life, just with Engie at your hip this time. Nothing lost but your singles status!
•Sinking is much more painful, a brutal. Slow twist. One where he keeps you in a room, talking slowly while walking circles around you. Telling you about all the signs your little mind didn’t latch onto. How it’s your fault you got here. That you should know better than to go runnin off with someone whose barely told you about his family.
•All in all- Dell is going to have you. There’s no way to run. Or hide, or pray for anyone. And really there’s no need. It’s life as usual unless you slip up and start oggling someone else.
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You know what. I'm just going to post it here.
(Its not the best, considering i wrote it at 3 am, but I hope u enjoy!)
Engie x Reader
Prompt: "Your smile is so bright, it puts the stars to shame"
. . .
I sat in a chair next to Engineer, as he worked on his latest project. It was late, or early, whichever you would consider four in the morning. We were basking in a comfortable silence, and he would gesture for me to hand him a tool every once in a while.
I was lost in thought, thinking about who knows what, when the feeling of Dell's eyes snapped me from my trance.
The garage was dark, but his work lights set a lovely orange glow over everything.
Dell was watching me, with the smallest of smiles. He had taken his goggles and hard hat off long ago, and I was truly able to see him.
I met his gaze and lightly chuckled to myself, "What're you lookin' at, Dell?" I asked.
His face looked wistful as he sighed, smile only growing wider.
"You, sweetheart."
I broke the eye contact, bright red and smiling like an idiot. "God, what for?"
I felt a gentle hand close over mine, making me snap my attention back to his eyes. His beautiful, deep grey eyes.
He was leaning slightly forward, and I could feel those eyes wander over me. I felt my heart shudder, and my breath catch.
His fingers entwined with mine, and he rubbed the back of my hand with the pad of his thumb. Christ, I must have been as red as a tomato by this point.
"When you smile," Dell whispered, "It puts the stars themselves to shame."
I wanted to keep looking at him, at his sweet face, but my embarrassment overwhelmed me. My face split into a smile subconsciously and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, Dell. You're too kind to me." I shakily managed to say.
"I'm not lying, darlin'." He replied, reaching up with his gloved hand to turn my head back to him.
I felt his hand on my cheek, his thumb over my lips, and in that moment nothing else existed.
"Shit, Dell, I..." I swallowed harshly, the feeling of his hand caressing mine clouded my thoughts.
"May I kiss you?" It was barely a whisper.
He smiled so genuinely, so kindly, and looked so loving I could have cried.
"I would love nothing more, darlin'."
He leaned in, ever so slowly, and I felt my breathing become uneven. With the gloved hand still holding my face, he tipped my chin to face him better.
His lips were soft, and God did he kiss well. I instinctively wrapped my free arm around his head, holding him as if nothing else mattered.
He kissed me passionately, almost painstakingly slow. Dell tasted sweet, and I breathily sighed into him. I'm not sure how long we sat locked like this.
When he finally parted for breath, I was left panting, while he looked as if it had never happened at all.
My grip around him suddenly tightened when he gently moved to lean backwards.
"No! I-, I mean please. Don't stop."
It was his turn to laugh. A light, sweet laugh. "I'll kiss you one more time, sweetheart. You'll have to wait for the third one." His tone turned playful, but still gentle.
God, I must have been staring like a fool.
"I don't care how long I have to wait for this again. Just kiss me now, please." I quickly mumbled.
He moved quicker then I could breathe. His arms around my neck and waist, holding me against his chest tightly. As our lips met again, this time it was more rough. I yelped in surprise, but the sound quickly softened into a sigh.
I felt his tongue against mine, as I panted in his grasp. I groaned against him, feeling pleasantly helpless when I couldn't break the kiss myself.
One of his hands combed roughly through my hair, earning a stuttered moan.
I felt him chuckle into the kiss, and siddenly bite my lower lip without warning. He pulled back when I cried out, faces still close enough to almost touch.
I desperately tried to catch my breath, realizing I was gripping his shirt tightly. "Mmph! God, Dell, I-"
"Ah-ah! You have to wait for the next one." He whispered, one hand moving from my back to my face. Holding my chin to firmly face him. His eyes were half-lidded, and his smirk made my heart skip.
I was still steadying my breathing as he leaned back in his chair with a smug grin.
I grumbled, covering the bottom half of my face with one shaky hand. "I wouldn't have taken you for such a tease." I huffed.
He laughed at the muffled comment, the wonderful sound making my mouth tug upward.
Thank God I was covering it.
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Hope yall enjoyed!! Also give me requests for other writing things! I'll do oneshots/headcanons/imagines!!
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Hiii again!! I wanted to ask for Sniper, Engie, and Scout reacting to the reader doing something nice for them after they had a tough day. Thank you!!
Anon, I had been wanting the opportunity to do something like this, so bless you, and I hope that you enjoy this! I sorta zoomed through Sniper’s, I hope it’s still good aaaa
Characters: Scout, Engineer, Sniper (TF2)
Warnings: none that I can think of—I made myself very soft while working on this
GN!Reader doing something nice for the Mercs after a tough day
Scout:
You’d noticed for some time that work really seemed to be running Jeremy down more than usual. He came back to base moody, unusually quiet. It was so unlike him.
Thinking back to just a few months ago…what a difference. You remembered how enthusiastically he’d come running in, holding something behind his back…quickly revealed to be a bouquet of bright red roses just for you.
“I didn’t know what your favorite was, so I thought I’d just got wit da classic!”
You had asked a question after that though, one you were especially glad you’d asked now.
“What’s your favorite flower, babe?”
“Me? …huh. Never really thought about that.”
You watched the wheels turn a bit, and a nostalgic kind of look came over him. Jeremy was quite the sentimental guy, if you hung out with him long enough.
“I think one time I got Ma these big yellow ones…lilies? They were real pretty. Smelled nice too. Probably those.”
So one day, a while before you knew he’d be getting back, you went on the hunt. Yellow lilies were tricky to find, but eventually, you secured a whole bunch and had them nicely wrapped up for your favorite fella.
You enjoyed their fragrance as you waited for Jeremy to get back…they truly were beautiful. You could see why he liked them.
Finally, the door swung open, and you quickly hid the bouquet behind your back, just as he had.
He looked exhausted…of course, his face lit up as soon as he saw you. “Ah, finally home. How ya doin’, doll? Sight for sore eyes, as always.”
“I’m good. I got a little surprise for you.”
His brows arched, curious, and you could see that infectious smile that seemed so rare these days beginning to appear again. “Oh yeah?”
“Well okay, might not be too surprising, but…” You sheepishly grinned as you held out his gift. “…I found some.”
Scout’s mouth dropped open just a bit before he couldn’t help but burst out laughing, delighted. “Aw, baby…they’re beautiful!”
You motioned for him to take them, and he did, admiring them with a softness to his gaze. Only seconds later, as he looked up at you, that trademark, somewhat mischievous grin came to his face.
You chuckled. Your boy was back. “Whatcha thinkin’ there?”
“C’mere, you~” He pulled you in and kissed you before you could even prepare.
His free hand lightly brushed through your hair as he pulled back, seeming to be at a genuine loss for words. “You are so sweet, ya know that? I love you.”
Giggling, you pecked his lips once more. “I love you too.”
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Engineer:
Poor Dell had really been pushed to his limit lately. It felt like you hardly saw him anymore. He was always working on something. The demand kept on coming.
Lately, you had to get up early to get any decent quality time with him before he went to work. When he got home, he always just wanted to go right to sleep, and you certainly couldn’t blame him.
He felt bad, and told you as much, but you knew it wasn’t his fault. “Get your rest, honey. I know you’re tired.”
Even in the morning, he was always up before you were, and had breakfast ready to go. You talked as you ate.
So, after Engie had come back in especially rough shape the night before, with his first day off in months the following day, you decided to surprise him.
You were not, by any means, an early riser. But you had a feeling that Dell wouldn’t sleep in long, even on his day off. You’d even gone to sleep a bit early the night before.
Ever the keen-eyed one, Engie had questioned that. “Goin’ out already, lil’ nightingale?”
“Yeah, I’m sleepy. Besides, we got all day tomorrow, right?”
“Yessiree.”
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you got everything together. It was a whole lot of work, mixing up batter, making sure everything was cooked just right, and of course making the presentation easy on the eyes. But it would all be worth it.
Finally, you were all set. You scurried to his room, knocking to see if he was up.
“Almost ready, darlin’! I’m a little late, sorry ‘bout that…”
“Don’t worry about it, Engie, take your time…” Last thing your cowboy needed was to be rushed around on his day off.
Opening the door, he beamed at you. “Well, look at you! All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed already, huh? I got a feelin’ we’re gonna have a grand day, you ‘n’ me.”
“Oh, just you wait…I’ve got something for ya, baby. C’mon…”
“Whoa, okay—I had a feelin’ you were up to somethin’ last night, ya lil’ schemer…”
You just laughed, excitedly pulling Dell along by the hand.
“Okay, right in here.”
The still sleepy eyes that were normally hidden behind his goggles blinked quick in genuine astonishment as he took it in.
“Well…good word, that’s like the cover of a magazine there, darlin’! You do this all by yer lonesome?”
“Mhm! I got up early in the hopes that I’d beat you to it—can’t have you working hard on your day off! Just hope it tastes good…”
“It will, baby, I’m sure of it…” He trailed off a bit, and as you glanced over, you couldn’t get a grasp on what exactly was going through his head. Seemed happy at least. Maybe you were used to seeing only half of his face. But then he rubbed at his eyes just a bit…
“Oh, baby…you okay?”
“Yeah…just fine, darlin’, sorry, circuits are still a lil’ fried…” He sniffled, and without much thought you wrapped your arm around him, stroking his shoulder.
“Been real tough goin’ lately, real tough…wasn’t feelin’ like myself no more. And ya did all this just for me…for us…”
He leaned his head to the side so it rested softly against yours, taking a deep breath. “Thank you, (Y/N). You are a wonder. I adore you, you know that?”
You chuckled, pulling him close. “Thank you, Dell. I adore you too.”
You felt him jolt a little, but he made sure to kiss you quick before he moved at all. “Please tell me you’re havin’ some a’ this—”
“Yeah! Wanted to make breakfast for you, but eat it with you too.”
“Well, we better not let it get cold now, after ya worked so hard! C’mon, baby…”
You laughed as you were now the one being pulled along, with Engie still praising your hard work and delicious cooking every step of the way.
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Sniper:
Lately, Mick hadn’t been telling you what was going on at work…which was weird. Normally, he really liked his job, and told you all about it. Lately though, he’d answered “how was work?” with the vaguest responses.
Sniper wasn’t the type of guy to word vomit about what was bothering him, but that cued you in pretty well.
You wanted to do something to help him, something to lift his spirits again. It took some time, but eventually, you hatched a plan.
One day, instead of waiting back at his camper, you made your way over to where the mercs normally exited the fort.
You waved to the rest as they ran past, more than a few asking what you were doing here. They could figure it was something to do with your boyfriend.
Mick was the last to leave…which was a bit weird. Must have really been working hard.
“Hey, Snipes!” Immediately, his head turned at the sound of your voice, taking a surprised step backwards before he quickly ran and skidded to a stop in front of you.
“(Y/N)? …whatcha doin’ all the way out here, darlin’? Everything alright?”
He looked…confused, but delighted.
“Yeah! I had an idea the other day…and I wanted to meet up with you a little bit earlier so I had more time for it. Let’s go back to the camper so you can change, then I’ll show ya what I mean.”
His eyes narrowed, trying not to smile at this. “Hm…alright. Keep ya secrets for now…”
It was only a moment before his fingers intertwined with yours as you started the short walk back. He tended to be a bit flighty when it came to physical contact, but you understood that.
Once Sniper was done getting ready, you grabbed the basket you’d kept hidden away. “All set?”
“Yep…ya want me blindfolded for this or somethin’?”
“Nah, I don’t want you to trip. Just follow me.”
You followed the path you’d drawn out the other day, although you’d come out here before you’d left the camper to lay out the blanket and get everything all comfortable.
Just as you’d planned, you got to the spot just in time to see the sun go down, and the stars had just started to appear.
A spot near a river, where the only sounds were from the wind and water, with the occasional birdsong and cricket chirp.
You’d had some help on this—Pyro, of all people, providing you with the necessary equipment and tinder for a little campfire. They’d been surprisingly helpful, even though you couldn’t understand them at all.
“I thought it might be nice to enjoy the nice weather and some dinner…oh, and uh, s’mores, if you want. I brought stuff for that.”
The normally more reserved and serious Sniper stood there for a moment, looking everything over. Slowly, this very peaceful smile came to his face.
You were used to him being quiet, but you just had to know what he made of all this.
“I know it’s sorta cheesy, but I hope—whoa!!”
Mick suddenly pulled you in close, holding you tight. You quickly returned the gesture, feeling the side of his face sort of brush against the top of your head.
“…I don’t got much words for this. Besides thank you. Ya have any idea how much I wanted to do somethin like this with ya, roo?”
You laughed a bit, closing your eyes. “Well, I wouldn’t have exactly guessed this, but…I had a feeling you’d been having a tough couple days.”
“You were right.” It took a good while before he pulled back, and even then, his hand still clasped yours. “I was.”
The firelight illuminated his eyes, and although the mellow tone of voice stayed the same, you could see it in his face just how moved he was.
“But that doesn’t even matter to me now. Cuz right now…it’s just you, me, and the stars, baby…c’mon.”
Going slightly rosy—you hoped he couldn’t see in the shadows that the dim light casted—you followed him, and the two of you sat down to enjoy your s’mores and each other’s company.
By the end of the night, both of you laid back on the blanket, full, warm, and happy, curled up together as you watched the stars glimmer above.
You felt a slight tap against your shoulder. “Mm? What’s up, Mick?”
He glanced to the side, once again gaining that shyness that tended to creep up on him. “…ya know how much I love ya?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle, moving over a bit to kiss him briefly, eyes fluttering closed.
You pulled back, teasing, “Does that answer your question?”
He looked back at you, starry-eyed and red-faced, starting to laugh along with you.
“Hehe, yeah…yeah it does.”
“But seriously, I love you too—”
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Mon ami, will you please write us some tf2 crushing on you with my boy Engie? Please 😳💗
Crushing on You [Engineer Headcanons]
TEXAN MAN WOOOOO
| Engineer x Fem!reader | 360 words | masterlist | Ask/Request-Box |
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🔧 Engineer and you have been friends since the day you joined the team, and through that time he has slowly begun to grow feelings for you
🔧 It’s when you bring him food or drinks while he’s working that causes his heart to flutter and skip beats.
“Engi take a break, plus im bored and scout is outside with a rocket launcher and i bet you want to see him eat shit”
“Well uh, aight I’ll be out soon”
🔧 As i have mentioned engi is not sane, he cut off his god damn hand ffs. So even if he’s not the same as medic or spy he is very calmly obsessed with you.
🔧 But it's nicer, knowing everything you need and all your likes and dislikes. He’s a busy man but he makes time for you.
🔧 Makes you little creations, and if you have the skills and do the same he keeps them in his workshop proudly overlooking his work.
🔧 Likes to have you in the room while he does work, whether pyro is with you or not just spending time with you makes him happy.
🔧 You know his teddy bear cosmetic? If you make clothes for it he will have to stop himself from breaking down as you offer him the set of small bear clothes.
🔧 He calls you darlin, sugar, pumpkin and other southern esc pet names in passing. If you do the same you will make him explode.
“Oh thank you darlin’“
“No problem sugar”
🔧 For a man with 11 PHDS he could never find a solution for how his body shut down when you called him that. No mater if you are cringing at it he is red in the face.
🔧 Loves to play his guitar for you, it would be you two (and pyro at times) around the campfire next to his truck as you two drink and he strums the guitar strings.
🔧 If you use weapons that can remove sappers consider him yours the instant you save his sentry when it's on 3 health.
🔧 Being a southern gentleman he gets you a bundle of flowers, each of meaning and gifts them to you alongside a profession of his love for you.
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TF2 x M!Reader|| How The Mercs Get Jealous!
You and the merc have just started dating, and have kinda kept it on the down low for the time being. While at a neutral zone bar, the Scout from the opposite tram decides to try and shoot his shot with you.
No dadspy.
Scout
He already doesn't like the fact that he is at a bar where BLU is drinking at, even if it was a neutral day! But what really got to him was how blatantly his (obviously inferior, duh!)counterpart started hitting on you! First it was a shot that he covered, then it was a joke that made you laugh a little too loudly. Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek and got between you two rather quickly.
"Hey. Back off freak! Like he'd ever want some knockoff, halfwit, loser lookin' Scout like you!"
You couldn't help but choke back a laugh as the BLU Scout gave Jeremy a once over, then backed away with a sneering of something under his breath.
"Hey, whaddya say!? Say it to my face, punk!" Jeremy shouted. Before he got up from his spot next to you to beat the BLU's face in, you put a hand on his shoulder.
"Jer, please. Like you said, why would I want a knockoff over the #1?"
Jeremy turned to you with a look of confidence- but you knew him well enough to know that he was clearly hiding a but of insecurity.
"You're my Scout." You assured sweetly, "accidentally" brushing your hand against his. That seemed to put his spirits back up.
Soldier
"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, SON! THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS RED PROPERTY! IF YOUR SCUMMY BLU HANDS EVEN TOUCH HIM, YOU'LL WISH SOONER THAT YOU TRIED FOR OUR INTELLIGENCE!"
Scout gave you both a weird look and backed off, hands up in a sign of defensiveness. You nudged Soldier's shoulder before quickly whispering in his ear.
"Solly! You're gonna get us to lose bar privileges this week!" You remind him, rather sternly. It had been a while since you had socialized in a neutral zone, after all!
"Why? That Scout was clearly looking to upset the neutral agreement!"
"He asked me about weather probabilities to see if he was going to have to fight in the rain tomorrow! We broke BLUS weather detection, remember?"
"Hmph! Sounds like worming his way into our intelligence! You're lucky I was here to stop him, private!"
You rolled your eyes with a tired smile as you went back to your drink, but felt the hot breath of Soldier in your ear as he bent over you to whisper.
"I caught him making eyes at you and I didn't like it. I don't trust him."
Aww, you couldn't help but find that sweet.
Pyro
You know that one scene from the comics where Pyro cuts a goddam bear in half? Yeah, same thing here. They see you and Scout at the bar, just casually chatting, then when you turn away, the Scout bites his lip and looks at your ass blatantly. To Pyro, Scout morphed into a big, bad wolf. You? You sprouted cute little sheep ears! Pyro wasn't about to let the cute little sheep get eaten, so they lunged at the Scout out of nowhere, the only thing that stopped them from decapitating the poor guy was you swiping the axe from Pyro's hands at the last second.
You profusely apologize to the Scout as you pull Pyro off of him and whisk yourself and your partner away to one of the more quiet corners. You hold Pyro by the hands and direct them to breathe. Once, twice, and a third time, before you let them start to explain themselves.
Once the situation was explained, you kissed their forehead and nodded in sympathy. You knew your partner thought you were in danger, and hell- you would do the same if you saw Pyro in danger they didn't notice! Nonetheless, you thanked Pyro for the protection and talked them down from their worries. You asked your Engineer to explain the situation to the enemy Scout, who refuses to even look at you again.
"Thank you for protecting me, that means a lot that your first instinct was to look out for my safety."
Pyro nodded and pulled you into a hug. They were just worried for you! They knew that there wasn't a good chance that the danger was real- but Pyro was not about to take that chance. Not after they had lost that gamble before.
Demoman
He slammed his hand down between the both of you as Scout leaned in for a whispering in your ear and announced a drinking contest. Whoever lost had to pay the tab! Yeah, the RED Scout was annoyed, but noreso at your blatant advantage! Demoman probably had your insane Medic sew him an auto-recovery from alcohol! That wasn't fair!
So, you and Scout decided to pace yourselves against each other, with Demoman as the judge. As the flirtatious tension morphed into that of competition, Demoman seemed to smile proudly at his work. He didn't mind if people lusted after you- that was a compliment to the fact that he snagged you first! It was only an issue when you didn't notice. That's when he felt he had to intervene.
You had scraped the win by a hair. While you clearly had a lower tolerance than the Scout, you had remembered a few tips and tricks to keep your wits about you longer that the judge himself had taught you! Although, there was no satisfaction of RED paying your tab, as you both had forgotten that the night out was a Mann Co. Sponsored event.
The next morning, Demoman tended to you extra sweet with little possessive nicknames such as "My boy", "my champ", and "Blu's finest". He never mentioned why, though, so you assumed that it was to apologize for the wicked hangover you had.
Engineer
He sits back and watches, but not without ill intent. No, this man plotted that little twig's demise at least 10 times in his head as you two sat a little too close together, as you two got so lost in conversation that you switched beers by accident, how you two seemed to get on a little too well. In fact, Dell had only realized that he was stewing when his mechanical arm cracked off a bit of the table that he had been grasping for dear life.
The noise certainly got both of your attentions, and if it didn't, then the loud curse in a familiar southern accent did. Engue usually kept an air of politeness about him, so you automatically knew something was up as he walked- or rather stormed up to the two of you.
He greeted the Scout with a forced and sickly sweet smile, and he introduced himself quickly before he asked to steal you away for all but a moment. You excused yourself quickly and followed Engie to the bathrooms, where your boyfriend started rambling things you couldn't quite hear. All youu knew was that whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant and it was all directed at that Scout.
"Dell, what's going on? Did that Scout fuck with one of your sentries?"
"No, no. I-" Dell took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again. "No doll, he was making googoo eyes at you, and I don't think I appreciated that kinda disrespect."
You nod, with a hum of acknowledgement. Now that you thought about it, he was acting rather familiar...
"Sorry, I guess I didn't realize how close we were while it was happening. Do you want me to steer clear of him for the night?"
"Well-" Dell said, clearly wanting to say yes. "You're your own man, I don't wanna step on your toes or nothin, it's just that- he uh, he's got some bad intentions with you. I can tell."
You smile sweetly as you give your boyfriend a gentle kiss. "I'd much rather spend the night with you, anyways."
Heavy
Scout barely had the time to get a word out to you as your Heavy scooped you up in a seemingly sudden victory cheer. In one of his hands was a drink, so you assumed that your boyfriend had wanted to congratulate you on something that you had done recently to impress him.
"Tiny man! Come here, I have gift for you for being best teammate!" Heavy announced as he brought you over to a booth and started speaking to you in Russian. Yeah, you could swing your way around Russian well enough to understand certain words. You could make out "no", "bad", and "dangerous" vaguely, but the body language made more sense to you. Heavy didn't trust that Scout too well. He seemed fine with you talking to the RED Engineer, but not the Scout?
"What's wrong?"
Heavy kept his voice low and quiet, for your ears only.
"Scout wanted to make sex with you. Look at his eyes." He muttered with a quick glance to the lithe man. He was more built than your scout, speckled with more freckles and dark blue eyes instead of your Scout's light blue eyes.
"I'd smash his head in if he made a move on me, I promise." You assured your boyfriend sweetly, a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"No no, I will bash his little brains in." Heavy assured.
Sniper
Stalks both of you like a shadow. He allowed Scout to buy you a drink, he allowed him to entertain his boyfriend, hell- he even allowed Scout to put his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder! With a downing of beer, a fast and powerful dart knocked Scout's hat off his head and pinned it to the wall. The look Sniper gave nearly made the Scout drop dead from the venom.
"Missed."
Scout knew damn well that he missed his head, not the dart board. Scout nodded you a quick good evening and scampered back to his team as Sniper looked to the outside. He just wanted to talk, in private.
As soon as you followed Sniper out of the bar, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into the alleyway, pressing you up against the cold brick wall as Sniper kissed you deeply.
You were only given a small moment to breathe as Sniper leaned close to your ear. "Don't you ever let someone touch my boyfriend again, got it?"
"God, you're hot when you're jealous."
"I'll drag you back to my camper if you keep misbehaving." Sniper 'threatened', smiling far too excitedly to be angry at the idea. You took your opportunity to grab him by the wrist and drag him to his van.
Spy
He found it funny and cute in a way, how the RED Scout tried to hit on you. A young man with laughable experience tried to charm a man who had the best of the best that gave him attention? Spy had nothing to worry about. Although, the accepting of the invitation to dance drunkenly made his stomach turn sour. You and Scout laughed and stumbled around each other haphazardly, moreso slapstick joking rather than dancing. At least Scout kept his hands to himself.
Scout started to ask you genuine questions over a calming drink, and that is where Spy snapped. He sauntered over to you with a look of importance as he tapped you on the shoulder.
"Ah, I must steal you away. Miss Pauling had an important message for you." Spy whispered into your ear, his eyes glared with a gloating essence at Scout.
"Well, I'll catch you later, okay?" You smile sweetly to Scout, who waved you goodbye as Spy whisked you away to the other side of the bar before he cloaked himself as he pressed you against the wall. His body was flush against yours, with his hot breath on your neck.
"So, younger men catch your eye? I can be him for a night, if you're curious?" Spy hummed, as you practically heard the Cheshire grin of teasing in his whispered tone as you blushed red. At least you could blame it on the booze.
"No Spy, he's just an old friend. Coincidence that we both work at Mann Co." You whisper back as Spy worked his hands over your body, brazenly groping your chest, legs, and ass while he remained unseen.
Medic
Medic watched as the RED Scout performed a silly little knife trick to impress you, and Medic knew exactly what he was doing. Scout was a puffed up bird, trying to gain your interest. Really, even Archemedes had more of a pretty routine than Scout did! In fact, Medic approached you, with Archmedes on his finger to lure you away from the failed suitor.
As you cooed and doted on the dove, Medic shot Scout a scarily smug look as you were completely distracted with the bird that absolutely loved your affections.
"You know, you're the only one Archemedes ever loved for affection from! Well, aside from me of course! I think he's got a little crush on you!"
You giggle, scratching behind the dove's head with little kisses to his soft feathers. "Ah yes, the bird love of my life. He's so caring. I'd be a housewife for him!" You teased to Medic with a little wink. "He's almost as jealous as you, with how he puffs up when I kiss you."
"You have two jealous men vying for your affection, whoever will you choose?" Medic hummed dramatically.
"Well, Archemedes would never take blood samples to see if we are biologically compatible."
"That was only once!"
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Team Fortress 2
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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo
Day 7: Mechanical Intervention (Overstimulation)
🔞MINORS DNI🔞
Pairings: Engineer x Fem!Reader
Summary: Engie keeps going to bed late in the night and decided to make sure you don’t feel neglected.
Tags: Overstimulation, inappropriate use of the Gunslinger, vibrators
Word Count: 2.7k
The Masterlist
The oversized shirt you wore to bed was far more important to you than most would think. Having once belonged to Dell, you had ‘borrowed’ it from his half of the dresser one night when you happened to forget to do your laundry. Now it was an item of comfort for you. It made you feel like he was here with you, even though the two of you had been apart for so long.
You rolled your eyes, realizing for a moment how melodramatic you were being. It wasn’t like Engie had gone off to war. In fact, he was literally under the same roof as you, just a few rooms away in his workshop. However he had been holed up in there for so many nights now, working tirelessly on his sentries and dispensers, writing calculation after calculation, all of which you had no hope of understanding. To put it frankly, you missed him.
With a sigh, you opened the door of your shared room, glancing down the hall towards the workshop. You could see the light shining from under the crack in the door, indicating that he was still hard at work. You began to walk towards that light, unsure of what your goal was exactly. It wasn’t likely, but maybe you could convince him to turn in early for once. At the very least, it would be nice to pay him a visit.
You opened the door to the workshop slowly, finding Engie sitting in a chair, hunched over some blueprints with a half disassembled sentry at his side. It was a position you had found him in many times before. It was a wonder how his back wasn’t in constant pain. You walked up behind him, not realizing how quiet you had been until you wrapped your arms around Engie’s shoulders, only for him to jump before realizing that it was just you.
“Good lord, darlin,’ don’t sneak up on me like that!” he said, holding a hand to his chest. Engie was always weary about being approached from behind, especially with how often he was the victim of spies on the battlefield. That fact had apparently slipped your mind.
“Sorry,” you sighed, nestling your face against his shoulder. “I didn't mean to startle you.”
“What’s wrong?” Engie asked, noticing the twinge of sadness in your voice. “Aren’t you usually in bed by now?”
You held onto him tighter, biting your lip. Eventually, you decided not to hesitate and simply come out with it. “Come back to bed.” You could tell by the sigh you got in response that you weren’t going to get the answer you were hoping for.
“I’m sorry darlin.’ You know I have to get my work done first.”
You walked around to face Engie, giving the best damn puppy dog eyes you could muster. You weren’t too proud to beg. “Please, Dell?”
His eyes lit up at the use of his real name, softening as he reached out and pulled you close. “Oh honey, I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” he asked. You nodded, letting yourself be pulled into Engie’s lap. “You sweet thing.”
He leaned in to kiss you. You eagerly reciprocated, desperate for the sensation of his lips against yours. It was more than the two of you had shared in at least a week, and you were practically starved for it. You tugged incessantly at his shirt, a silent plea for more. When you parted for breath you pressed your face into his shoulder again, muffling a needy whine.
“Now, I might not be able to come back to bed just yet, but I know the perfect way to make it up to you,” Engie said, pulling at the waistband of your pajama bottoms. You quickly stood and removed them yourself, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and a loose fitting shirt. Before you could take off anything else you were pulled back into Engie’s lap. “You look cute like that, you know?” he said. “In nothing but my shirt and your panties, just lovely.”
You blushed, but gave him a confused look. “Well, the shirt can stay, but doesn’t the underwear kinda have to come off eventually?”
“Not necessarily,” Engie said with a hint of mischievousness in his voice. His gloved hand ran up your thigh, and you let out a soft sigh. His other hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you steady and secure on his lap. Your body was already beginning to heat up as he reached your hip, caressing you gently and making you whimper. Usually such a small gesture wouldn’t get a reaction out of you, but it had been so long.
It felt like an eternity before he finally moved to run his fingers over your clothed slit. “Oh fuck,” you murmured as the fabric slowly began to dampen. You leaned your head on Engie’s shoulder, eyes rolling.
“That’s it, just relax and enjoy yourself,” Engie whispered into your ear, placing soft kisses on your jawline and trailing down to your neck. You moaned softly, unable to resist the urge to roll your hips as his fingers found your clit. How were you already so close? You must have been really pent up. “Are you close already, sweetheart?” Engie asked, seeing how you were squirming in his lap.
“I think so,” you stammered, gripping Engie’s shirt as you tried to hold back. “Fuck, it just feels so good.”
“You poor, sweet thing,” he crooned. “Laying all by your lonesome for so long. I’ll bet you haven’t even touched yourself in the past week.”
He wasn’t wrong. Most of the time you just went to sleep, hoping you would get some attention the next day. It wasn’t that you didn’t have the desire or the means to get yourself off, you just wanted to let your need build. You knew that the more it built the more rewarding it would be when Engie finally made time for you, and in a way, you were now getting exactly what you had been craving.
“How about you just go on and come for me?” he said, smirking as he circled your clit with his fingers. “I know you want to, and I wanna see it. I don’t want you to hold back.”
The idea that Engie was eager to see you come coupled with the pressure of his fingers was enough to push you over the edge. You called out his name in broken syllables, gripping onto him tightly as you rode out your orgasm.
“Ah ah, keep those pretty eyes open,” he said. You hadn't even realized you had been squeezing your eyes shut until he pointed it out. “I want you to look at me, honey.” You groaned, opening your eyes with some struggle. The look of admiration on Engie’s face immediately made the effort worth it.
You were breathless, panting as he held you in his arms. Your face was flushed down to your neck and the fabric of your underwear was slick with your release. You looked like a proper wreck, yet you couldn’t be happier, especially since Engie hadn’t stopped showering you with kisses since you came down from your high.
“So pretty,” he sighed. “I want to see more. You can come again for me, right sweetheart?”
Oh, you liked the sound of that. You gave him a nod and a breathless, “I think so.” You lifted your head from his shoulder, pressing your lips to his in a surprisingly chaste kiss. “Just be gentle. I’m still sensitive.”
“Of course. Here, let’s get these out of the way.” He pulled your underwear down your legs, letting them drop to the floor. You spread your legs wider, watching as Engie removed his glove, revealing his prosthetic hand.
The Gunslinger had always fascinated you. In fact your inquiries about that marvel of craftsmanship was what had initially drawn you and Engie together. The metal glinted in the yellow glow of the workshop’s lights, highlighting every miniscule detail.
When those mechanical fingers ran over your thigh, you were pleasantly surprised to find that they weren’t cold at all. You had no idea how, but despite being made of metal, the Gunslinger always seemed to match an average human’s body temperature. Sometimes it could even be a bit warmer, which was quite comforting if you wanted some extra heat on an especially cold night. You whimpered as his fingers dipped between your thighs, slowly pressing into you.
Engie watched your face, checking for any sign that you were uncomfortable, that it was too much. When he saw none he continued, sliding his fingers into you to the last knuckle. That earned some louder sounds from you, especially when he began thrusting his digits in and out. You were lucky that no one but Engie came to this part of the base during this time of night. Anyone who overheard you would have immediately known exactly what was going on within the workshop.
“I love those noises of yours. I wonder how loud you can get?” he mused, watching your expression melt into one of ecstasy. Then those fingers curled inside you, striking that sensitive bundle of nerves that was guaranteed to have you moaning. And you most certainly did moan, bucking against his fingers with a harsh cry. However your sounds only reached their peak when Engie paired the curling of his fingers with the stroking of his thumb over your clit.
Your thighs shook as you came again, arching back as your fingers dug into Engie’s leg. You would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t for his free arm being wrapped firmly around you, keeping you seated safely on his lap. “God damn, that was intense,” Engie chuckled. “I must be doing a good job!”
“Don’t tease me,” you gasped, still trying to catch your breath as your orgasm subsided.
“I would never, darlin.’ But I can’t deny that you're boosting my ego a bit, and I appreciate that.” He waited for you to come down fully, your breathing evening out and your trembling beginning to subside before he continued. “Now, there was one more thing I wanted to show you, if you’re up for it. You see that button at the base of the Gunslinger?” You nodded, following his gaze and immediately spotting the red button where metal met flesh. You were pretty sure it had always been there. It never even occurred to you to ask what its purpose was. “How about you go ahead and press it,” he suggested.
That was all the temptation you needed. Nervously, you reached out and pressed the button, only to let out a startled gasp when the metal appendage started vibrating. “Holy shit,” was all you managed to say in response, making Engie laugh.
“Yeah, that was about the reaction I expected,” he said. “I’ve been working on this in my free time. It was originally gonna be a Valentine's Day gift, but I just couldn’t wait to show it off.”
You were both impressed and baffled. “Are you telling me this is what you’ve been doing in this workshop these past several nights?”
“Not entirely,” Engie said. “Like I said, it was just a pet project.”
You sighed, knowing that you were still recovering from your second orgasm. A third would be a difficult feat, but you couldn’t deny your own curiosity. Where else would you find a man who would literally program his own hand for your pleasure? Plus, you liked the idea of a challenge. “Well, how about we take this little innovation for a test drive?” you asked, giving Engie a seductive look.
He mirrored your expression. “I was hoping you would say that, sweetheart.”
Engie took everything much slower this time, only circling around your clit. Any direct stimulation would surely overwhelm you, and he didn’t want that, at least not yet. Still, you immediately started trembling, not at all prepared for the intensity of the vibrations. That’s not to say it didn’t feel quite nice though. You bit your lip, stifling any moans that tried to escape.
“Don’t start holding back on me now, honey,” Engie said the moment he noticed you were trying to keep quiet. “I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He began kissing your neck, rubbing firmer circles until your muffled whimpers turned into full on moans once again.
His fingers slipped into you, offering a whole new range of intensity as they curled and thrust against your most sensitive spots. You rocked shamelessly against his palm, forcing his fingers deeper. It was exhausting yet so immensely pleasurable. You bucked and he worked his fingers, both of you ever so gradually working towards a third orgasm.
When you finally did come it happened rather suddenly, starting as a small building of pleasure that quickly escalated until your thighs were quivering and your back was arching. The sound you made when you climaxed was more akin to a sob than a moan.
“Good girl. There’s even more where that came from,” Engie said, not even pulling his fingers out. The implication was clear.
“Dell, I don’t know if I can,” you whimpered.
“Just one more time for me, darlin’,” Engie said between soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “I know you can do it.” His words and his touch were paradoxically comforting and overwhelming. Still, you were effectively tempted to try, signaling your willingness with a shaky nod. Even so, you couldn’t stifle your rather harsh reaction to the feeling of the vibrations becoming stronger.
“Dell! Oh fuck!” Your body sizzled, every sensation feeling like electricity on your skin. If your mind had been clearer you would have been astounded at the effort it must have taken to add not only a vibration function to the Gunslinger, but also multiple settings for said vibrations. However your mind was anything but clear. Engie may have been speaking to you, perhaps crooning words of praise, talking about how much he enjoyed your sensitive body, or how helplessly adorable you looked when you squirmed in his lap. Whatever it was, it all faded into the background as your other senses began to take over.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure became overwhelming, almost unbearable. It was a constant barrage of touches, moans, and trembling bodies. There was barely any buildup to the fourth and final orgasm, only an unwavering sensation and a sudden, shaking, screaming climax that seemed to hit you out of nowhere, leaving your body as an over sensitive wreck, squirming and reaching for anything to ground yourself.
That thing you were reaching for ended up being Engie himself. You clutched onto him for dear life even long after the aftershocks had faded, still shaking, face red and hot from a few tears that managed to escape. “I’ve got you, darlin,’” Engie whispered, keeping you steady even as your body trembled beneath his touch. The last thing he wanted was you falling off his lap. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Slowly, your body stopped shivering and your death grip on Engie’s shoulders finally loosened, leaving you to go limp in his arms. Your tears dried and your heart rate dropped, the rush of adrenaline fading until all you were left with was blissful relaxation.
“I’m guessing that you’re more than satisfied now, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Engie asked, allowing himself a smug look once he was sure you had recovered enough. “Did I manage to make up for all the nights that I missed?”
You let out a weak laugh. “God, you definitely did. I just hope you don't expect me to go back to bed. There’s no way I’m going to be able to walk back to our room after that.”
Engie chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Of course not, honey. Just relax here.” His hand rubbed up and down your back, a soothing and welcome sensation to your still quite sensitive body. “Just close your eyes. If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you back to bed, alright?”
“And you’ll stay, right?” you asked, looking up at him hopefully. He gave you a soft smile, brushing your hair out of your face and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Of course darlin.’ I’ll stay.”
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