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mehidktbh · 1 year

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Bandages

Pairing: Dr. Ludwig "Medic" Humboldt x Fem!Reader

Summary: Getting hurt on the field leads you to take a trip down to Medic's lab in hopes of a quick recovery. Only to get more than what you expected.

Warning: Blood, mentions of fainting and nausea, serious injury...?, talk of bone, swearing, bad german translations, nakedness???, the reader takes their shirt off and some sexual tension ;)

A/N: Why am I suddenly getting into tf2 again? I mean after years of knowing the game why does the hyper-fixation come back after everything,,, (Anyway let's just hope the fandom isn't that dead) 👀

A soft murmuring surrounds you, your eyelids closing every once in a while as you sit back. Your palm supports your head as you try to stay awake. Unknowingly knowing that you are full-on staring at Solider ahead, he sat opposite you on the other side of the room. The more time passes as you sit amongst multiple (injured) men, some more severe than others as they clutch themselves into a puddle of agony. All you got out of today's battle was a nice old spy knife in the back. Taken out previously by you and now all that was left was a gash, dripping and leaking of blood.

But the loud sound of the lab door awaken you out of your slumped-over state, merely wiping off the drool that had only appeared under your mouth. "Thanks, Doc!" Scout walked out happily, his cheerful mood was something everyone was looking forward to. Instead, he showed off his new bandages. And feeling no pain was something everyone wanted...

Just before you could dip your head down back into your half-asleep state the sound of Medic clearing his throat scared you again. Looking up to see him, his straight posture and evil smirk were too well-known, as his eyes drifted to you as he proudly spoke. "Y/N?" You quickly fumbled getting up from your comfortable position of being in that chair for so long, swearing under every step you took until the doors shut behind you.

"Wieder von hinten erstochen?" You turn to Medic, confused and staring into his eyes as you tried to understand what he just said. "Spy, again?" He said more clearly, turning around as he began to get his equipment together. "Ha, yeah..." You said, standing there awkwardly as you tried to laugh dryly too. Looking around the room, a single bed creepily welcomed you to lie down. But the dark red blood spots that littered the white sheet told you otherwise. Medic looked up, eyeing you from head to toe before smirking.

"Vell, take your zhirt off." Looking over to him he had his back turned to you. Thank God. A bit of respect was something you appreciated out of Medic when it came to you, though he didn't with the other mercs...

So you quickly discarded of your red shirt, of course feeling the sense of discomfort and embarrassment instantly rose to your head and body. Trembly hands, the feeling of fainting and vomiting all over the tilted floors were flooding your mind. But you didn't have any time to act on them as you were soon ushed to sit down on the bed. Medic's hands came out to lightly push you down, the feeling of his latex gloves was cold but comforting.

His tongue ticked against his teeth, as he swore in German, though you couldn't see him you could feel his hot breath tickling your neck. The strong feeling of his eyes staring daggers at every part of your back, not to mention the slight ranking of his fingers down your bare skin too. After a while of sitting in such an uncomfortable position for what felt like an eternity, Medic sighed. The sound of him dropping the tool back into the dish meant it was over.

"Is it done?" You questioned, looking back for a second, swallowing the amount of swelling you could still feel. "Nein. I still need to wrap you up," He walked around, grabbing a roll of bandages, his whole hand swallowing it up. "Coo!" "Precisely Archimedes." As he walked back to his original spot behind you his hands reached out, directing you to sit up straight with your hands raised. You watched as his fingers rank up and down your whole chest, as he pulled more on the roll of bandages.

Your eyes stalked him as his hand suddenly appeared in front of you. His chest was right up against your back as he was trying to get a clear view of what he was doing in front. Grazing and still trying to be respectful as he slowly and carefully wrapped the bandages around your bra. His fingers just touching your breasts through the material before he finally stopped.

"Alles erledigt!"

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weirdwizardofoz · 1 year

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Nsfw wedding night with medic? (She/her reader, AFAB if applicable)

There's not a lot to go off of but I will see what I can do, lol! This was hard and took me forever and re-writing it like... 5 times, lmao!

Not proofread

TW: Oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), saliva used as lube, slight masturbation (Medic), steamy kisses, neck kisses, neck biting, slightly rough, no condom (wrap it before you slap it), reader pied (iykyk), mentions of aftercare, bad writing, if I missed anything tell me.

You giggled as you and your husband stumbled into your private room of the place you rented for the day. Releasing the hand of your now husband you shuffle over to the chair your replaced dress and shoes were for dancing so you didn't possibly ruin your wedding dress and so you didn't have to be in your heels longer then necessary.

You reach your arms behind you, one reaching up and the other reaching over your chowder blades to try and free yourself. You peer behind you to your husband who is already topless, messing with his buckle now.

"Honey, can you do me a favor and undo my dress please?" He chuckles ever so softly and heads your way.

You lower your arms as he undoes the dress and helps it over your head, trying his best to not smudge your makeup. Once it's off, leaving you in a matching bra and panty set with a matching guarder belt keeping your white thigh highs up, the band of them squeezing them enough to leave some flesh to pop out slightly over the edge, he puts it back into its protective bag and on the hangers and puts it back up. You smile and place a hand on the back of the chair, lifting a leg and bending down slightly to remove your shoe, but before you can even touch it you feel two warm and large hands on your sides.

"Liebling, I helped you out of your dress, allow me to help you with your shoes now." You giggle as Medic lifts you up and gently places you on the bed.

A soft blush tints your face as he gently moves his hands from your waist, down your hips, thighs, and then grabs one of your ankles while on one knee. Using his other hand he gently removes the heel, placing it down he then goes to the other foot, doing the same thing.

The blush darkens as you notice his bright blue-grey eyes looking up at you through his lashes, hunger festering deep within them. He places his large hands on your thighs and slides them up to your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.

"You know... seeing you like this... it's making me crazy... I'm not sure if you put these on to match with the outfit or if you were planning this... whichever it was... you look absolutely... divine..." you shiver as he quite literally growls out the last word, biting your lower lip lightly as you notice he keeps glancing at the treasure between your thighs.

You open your legs more, holding back a pathetic moan as he tightens his grip on you slightly, Smirking up at you. He moves his hands to your thighs, softly kneeding and gripping at the soft flesh in a way that slightly shows more of your clothed sex, a small damp spot in his sight

"Liebling, I know there's a large cake waiting for us, but may I enjoy the delicious treat right here?" He questions, chuckling darkly as you whisper out a little "yes".

He huffs in either amusement or pity in how embarrassingly horny you are, you'll never know.

You gasp lightly when his lower teeth lightly grazing your clit, lowering your panties with his mouth to tease you, letting the lacey cloth fall to the ground when he releases them, slowly making his way back up to your sopping cunt. Shivering as he lightly kisses, licks and nibbles on your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.

"P... please..." you mumble, voice low.

"Please what?" He replies in a mock.

"Please... make me feel good... use me however you'd like..." you chirp, shaking slightly from embarrassment.

A gasp rips through you, jolting forward as his lips latch onto your clit, tongue toying with it and teeth grazing, his long and thick middle finger plunging deep inside your core, curling skillfully and rubbing against the sensitive spot deep within you.

One hand tangling in his hair, pulling at the roots and the other covering your mouth, not wanting the party of people below to hear your sounds of bliss. Your Medic takes note of this and smirks against your bundle of nerves, tongue flattening against it and biting down a little more. He adds a second finger, scissoring, Twisting, and curling more, roughly pushing into the spongey spot inside. You bend forward more, legs lifting slightly and arms wrapping around his head and shoulders. Body twitching and trembling, feeling yourself nearing the edge.

He detaches himself from your bud, replacing his mouth with his thumb, pressing it roughly onto it moving it quick circles, the first gers in your core pressing into the sweet spot over and over making your mind go numb.

"Y/N," he growls "look at me."

You struggle to open your eyes, only able to do so a little bit. He huffs and grabs your face, making you look into his eyes. You shrink and whimper, his face serious, eyes dark with animalistic intent and lust.

"Cum for me when, and ONLY when I remove my fingers and use just my mouth." Tone dark and demanding, you nod and his grip on your chin tightens slightly. "Understood?" He repeats, leaving no room for argument.

"U... Understood..." you reply, moans making your voice crack.

"Good girl..." Medic praises, planting a gentle kiss to your chin as he let's go.

He stops his movements abruptly, lifting his hand to your mouth. You oblige and wrap your lips around his digits, tongue gliding against them. Gagging as he pushes his fingers down your throat, pushing them down against your tongue and hooking his thumb under your chin. He groans at the sight, your eyebrows knit together, eyes shut tight as your mouth hangs slightly open due to him holding onto you, throat convulsing in rejection to his fingers. Your saliva slowly trailing down your chin, dripping onto your clothed chest and lightly leaking onto the back of his hand down his arm.

He reaches down to free his restricted and painfully hard member, he slowly puts his hand into his boxers, gripping at the base of his cock and pulling it free from his restraints. Lightly and slowly pumping it, thumb pressing over his slit to gather some of the clear pre he formed, moving his hand to the tip and pushing it back down to lubricate his shaft.

He lowers his head to look at your cunt, groaning as it twitches and convulses, your slick spread to your thighs and leaving a wet stain on the comforter under you. He licks his lips and slows his motions more, not wanting to finish yet. You choke and gurgle out a moan as his flat tongue slowly licks a strip from your hole, walls clenching around nothing in hopes to be filled.

He pulls slightly on your jaw and you open your eyes, meeting with his. He smirks and bites his lower lip.

"Keep making eye contact with me, only look away or close them when you cum, okay Liebling?" You nod the best you can, eyes focused on his.

Your gaze lowers as he does, pushing his mouth against your fluttering hole as his tongue pushes inside you. Lapping at your sensitivity and slirping at your slick. He growls and you gurgle out more moans as his tongue swirls and jabs at the spot that makes you see stars. It doesn't take long for your eyes to close tight, breathing heavier as the knot in your stomach snaps roughly, climaxing all over his mouth. You whine and whimper, wriggling around as he laps at the fluids, growling and slirping as his tongue digs for it all.

He lifts his head, licking his lips to collect the rest of your juices, removing the hand on his shaft to wipe what his tongue cant reach with his thumb, popping it in his mouth quickly and removes his hand from your mouth. You cough as his hand leaves your face, a thick string of saliva connected to his fingers. He collects it with his forefinger and places the saliva soaked hand onto his shaft, gripping the tip and dragging it down to the base, the sounds of squelching as he lubricates his cock with it.

"Lay down love, I'm not done yet." A shiver runs through you, pushing yourself more onto the bed and turning slightly, you lay down, head resting on the pillows.

He smiles softly and climbs over top of you, aligning his cock with your entrance.

"Are you ready?" He asks, placing his thumb onto your clit again and rubbing lightly.

"Yes Mr. Ludwig." You reply, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling to you for a loving and passionate kiss.

Slowly, he pushes himself inside you, ribbing your ball of nerves lightly to help you relax as his size stretches you out. Your nails dig into his flesh, leaving marks as the pleasure and the burning of his girth overwhelm you. You've had sex before, many times, but his size is something you still haven't adjusted to, and his length can be painful at first.

A moan slips past as his tongue explores your mouth, his cock pushing and pulling slowly inside you, his thumb expertly making circles on your clit, your walls stretching to accommodate him as he pushes deeper inside until he finally hits your cervix, pushing it back slightly as he bottoms put completely. He groans at the feeling of you constricting him so nicely.

"May I move, Mrs. Ludwig?" Giggling you nod as he wraps both of his arms around you, holding you both close together, lips locked perfectly as he thrusts slowly to not hurt you.

The slow drag of his cock making your mind fuzzy and longing for more, you moan and lock your legs around him as best you can in a futile attempt to push him deeper.

"Please... be more rough... I won't break... you know this..." He stares at you in awe, his shaft twitching deep inside you as he sits up, taking you with him, and crosses his legs, moving his hands to the soft fat of your ass.

"As you wish, Liebling." He kisses your neck, biting and marking it as he grinds you against him, the head of his member grinding against your cervix so painfully good.

He lifts you up slightly and drops you back down, your body jolting as moans are ripped put of you forcefully. You bite onto his shoulder as to not scream as he picks up the pace and lifts you up higher, your body instantly slamming back down onto him. His nails digging into the plump flesh, leaving behind red marks.

Eventually he starts lifting you almost completely off him and then pushing you back down harder, thrusting up slightly to meet you somewhere in the middle, the moans and squeals you make spurring him on more and more. You drag your nails across his back and down his shoulders, sobbing and squealing from the sheer pleasure, your mind growing fuzzy as a knot forms in your gut.

"Gonna fucking cu... cum..." broken moans and gasps pouring out of you like a symphony to your new husband, Medic.

"As am I..." He replies, groaning and laying on his back, lifting you up and slamming you back down harder, thrusting up more to meet you with this change of position.

You sit up, placing your hands on his abdomen as he continues the same motion, hitting even deeper inside you causing you both to let out a moan. His pace quickening more as he uses you as his own doll. The tightness in your stomach then breaks as you climax, your walls fluttering and tightening around him as he continues his ministrutions, a ring of your white cream forming on the base of his cock.

He picks you up again, fully off him this time, and uses all his strength to slam your body back down, thrusting as hard and fast as he can. You throw your head back and scream from the ecstacy filling all your senses, losing track of time and no longer caring about the guests below you hearing you. He lifts you up and slams you down again and again, thrusting to meet you more. Your body limp from having just climaxed as more unbearable pleasure fills you.

He slams you down again and your filled with a burning liquid, he thrusts a little more, bouncing your body as more of his climax fills you to the brim, leaking out slightly onto him and the bed below. His grip tightens on you as he holds you tight against his pelvis, grinding you against him, your moans fill the room as the tip of his member is grinding tight against your cervix, filling you more and more as some continues to leak out.

He let's you go as his arms fall to his sides, bangs laying on his sweat slick forehead, you fall on top of him, panting and twitching, the walls of your womanhood convulsing, twitching, and leaking due to his now softening member no longer keeping you plugged. Your head moving in time with his chest as he and you share heavy breaths. His arms wrapping around you gently, massaging your hips and the marks he left behind, one hand sliding up to your shoulder to rub at the teeth marks he dented into your skin.

"Are you alright? Was that okay? Was there anything you didn't like or anything I was too rough with?" He asks, concern evident in his tone.

"I'm fine love, a little sore and I'm sure my cervix is bruised, but I'm fine. You weren't too rough at all, it felt amazing." You reply, kissing his cheek.

"Need water? Food?"

"I'm fine, dear."

"You should use the bathroom, don't want an UTI, and I'll carry you, and while you do that I'll get a warm washcloth to clean you off, sound good Liebling?" You giggle and nod, kissing his cheek many more times.

"Thank you, Dr. Ludwig."

#tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 medic #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 medic smut #tf2 smut #tf2 medic x y/n #this is my first smut #took me a long time #hope you like it!#requests are open

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sardonic-the-writer · 7 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

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danafoss · 3 months

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brb imagining my whole entire life with him

#bet he gets flustered if someone compliments his appearance #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 medic fanart #team fortress 2 #medic tf2 #medic team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #medic x reader #fanart #sketch #art #my art #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 medic x oc #y/n #men in suits

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oswinunknown · 3 months

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MORE tf2!CLAIRO DRAWINGS AND DOODLES BC SHE'S LIVING RENT FREE IN MY MIND (+medic bc ofc)

#artswin #tf2 #tf2 tenth class #tf2 10th class #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #oc #oc x canon #kinda self ship???#clairo is t e c h n i c a l l y another self insert but like #shes taken on her own personality esp since shes just a side to me so i wouldnt say selfship #Scimed ship #idk what their ship name would be askjdh #medical experiments ?#science fight ?#if medic and engie is science party then by god are these two science fight #there is no party only arguing and yelling

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meiliarotten · 10 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 22: Mine (Marking)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Any!Reader

Summary: Sometimes you just need to be reminded who you belong to.

Tags: Marking, biting, body worship, begging, teasing, slight dom/sub, oral, reader can be read as gender neutral

Word Count: 2.3k

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“Mine.”

You barely registered the word at first, too caught up in the teasing touches and gentle caresses running up and down your body. Medic hadn’t taken his hands off of you since the two of you entered his private quarters. He moved so quickly the moment the workday ended, ushering you away under the guise of helping him with some experiment. Of course the moment the doors closed he pounced. Clothing had been discarded in a blur. Medic began running his palms over every available expanse of skin as it became available to him, making it seem to you as if he was everywhere at once. You were left a mess within moments as your most sensitive spots were located and taken full advantage of, and Medic delighted in your reactions to his mere touch, repeating himself with a bit more emphasis.

“Mine,” he growled, his lips right against your ear this time. You let out a gasp as he clutched your waist, soft caresses suddenly turning rough. You had no doubt Medic could leave his fingerprints on you in the form of bruises if he wanted to, letting everyone know just who you belonged to. “All mine. Say it. ”

“Yours,” you stammered barely above a whisper, startled by the savagery in his tone. “All yours.”

You heard a soft sound of approval, but Medic didn’t let up with his unwavering, aggressive affection. He was upon your mouth now, kissing you roughly. A surprisingly hard bite on your lip made you gasp, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth with a quiet moan. He kissed you as if he would never do so again, barely giving you a chance to breathe.

As such, you had to take advantage of the short pauses you could get, trying to speak quickly before Medic would pick up right where he left off. “Where is this coming from?” you asked, nearly panting. Medic actually seemed to back off at the sound of that, worry evident in his expression. Was he being too rough with you? Were things moving too fast? “Not that I don’t enjoy this little possessive streak you’re having,” you quickly added, noting the concern on his face, which alleviated slightly. “I was just wondering what brought it about.”

Medic seemed to pause before letting out a laugh. “You really don’t see how others look at you, liebchen?” His hands caressed down your body, coming to rest on your hips. “Gorgeous little things like you aren’t common around here, and you most certainly turn heads in town. Even within the base, you attract attention.”

“You know I’m yours,” you said, sounding a bit distressed. Surely he knew that already, right?

“Oh, of course you are, darling.” Medic placed a hand on your cheek, assuring you that he was by no means questioning your loyalty. “But others don’t know that. That’s what concerns me.” He paused, looking deep in thought before his eyes lit up with a sinister glint. You shivered at that look, a look that usually meant he was about to remove someone’s vital organs. “Perhaps I should make sure everyone knows…”

He trailed off with a cryptic chuckle before leaning in to kiss your neck. You didn’t bother to question it, instead leaning back and letting out a contented sigh, one which quickly turned into a yelp of pain when kisses turned into bites. Medic sucked at the skin, assuring that a hickey would soon form along with the telltale teeth marks. Ah, so this was how he planned to quite literally mark you as his. His breath tickled your ear as he chuckled, low and menacing. “Oh, did that hurt, liebchen?”

“A little,” you admitted. Perhaps you were too focused on your reddening cheeks and spiking arousal to notice the rhetorical nature of the question. You couldn’t possibly hide the way your blush deepened at the sensation of being bitten.

Medic seemed to notice as well, cupping your cheek and feeling the heat radiating off your skin. “You seem to enjoy a bit of pain,” he said, reading you like an open book. “How perfect.”

You didn’t get the chance to ask what he meant before he was back at your neck. Sure enough, the sharp pain of another bite made you flinch. Medic sank his teeth into you again and again, listening to your pained cries mixing with needy moans as he worked his way down from your neck to your chest. That was when you truly began to squirm, feeling his teeth graze over the soft flesh and muscle of your chest before biting down. He suckled at the marks until bruises decorated the expanse of your skin along with the bite marks.

He looked up at you every so often, always ready to stop at any sign of genuine distress. You didn’t want him to stop. In fact, you watched with anticipation as he made his way even lower, kissing over your stomach until he situated himself between your legs. Your arousal peaked when he grabbed your thighs, deciding that they would be the next part of your body to be ravaged.

Medic lifted one leg, pressing gentle, teasing kisses to the inner thigh until you were sighing, relaxing into his touch and letting down your defenses. Of course, the moment he saw your gaze soften he bared his teeth once again, making you gasp and almost jerk away out of pure instinct. However, like prey caught in the jaws of a wolf, you were held still. Medic’s fingers dug into your flesh as he moved to the other thigh, placing yet another uncharacteristically gentle kiss to the soft flesh before he turned to you with a smirk,

“Try to keep still for me this time, and I might reward you,” Medic said, releasing his grip on you. That would be easier said than done, given that the feeling of his hot breath against your inner thigh almost made you start trembling right there. There was little that could be done about that, but you still tried not to move. The promise of a reward proved to be a powerful motivator.

Once again, Medic began by pressing soft kisses on the unmarked thigh, luring you into a false sense of security before he began to graze the skin with his teeth. You gripped the bedsheets in tight fists as he began to nip, then bite. His hands squeezed at the soft flesh as well, hard enough to bruise. Medic truly intended to mark you in every way he could, and from his current position between your legs, there was no doubt that he could see just how desperate made you.

Suddenly you felt Medic drag his nails over your skin, leaving stinging red marks in his wake. A harsh cry from you quickly dissolved into a moan when he finally dragged his tongue over you, tasting your desire after watching it build for so long. You squirmed, almost bucking into his mouth as he began to work his lips and tongue against you. You had become so used to the bruising and biting that it was startling to finally feel pure pleasure,

He savored you, eventually using his fingers to work you open, preparing you, gently curling and thrusting to hit every spot that he knew would have you seeing stars. Medic knew your body far too well, and he was always eager to take advantage of that knowledge to unravel you until you were shuddering with need. You let out a whine, bucking against his hand only for him to withdraw from you. “Easy now, we don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he warned. You could hear the smirk in his tone, and it only made you want him more.

“Medic, please!”

You begged, only to be met with saccharine comfort that seemed unbefitting coming from the man that was intent on teasing you until you were screaming for him. “I’ve got you, liebchen. You’ll get what you crave,” he reassured you while curling his fingers against your sweet spot, causing your moans to rise in pitch sharply, almost drowning him out. “But not until I’ve finished my work.”

Medic moved back up and occupied his mouth with leaving bites and bruises over your chest and stomach. All the while his fingers continued to work you into a frenzy down below, curling into your sweet spot repeatedly only to deliberately miss it whenever he thought you were getting a bit too close to the edge. Whenever you tried to buck against his fingers he pulled back with a wicked laugh, even taking a break from marking you to watch your expression contort in a divine combination of frustration and pleasure. He would have gladly watched you struggle and squirm like that forever, denying you over and over again- but that wouldn’t be fair. You were being far too well behaved to deserve that kind of treatment. Perhaps another time.

Finally Medic withdrew completely, pulling away to look over your whole body, admiring his work as red and purple marks bloomed across your skin. He ran his fingers over the small indentations of teeth marks, some of which were nearly deep enough to draw blood. You blushed under his gaze, watching his eyes flick from bruise to bite mark as if he was appraising you.

“Meine schöne Taube,” he whispered, almost too quiet to hear. “So beautiful. You’re like a work of art.”

You smiled up at him. It was such a beautiful expression, especially when it was twinged with the desperation he had fostered within you. “Please,” you begged, your voice nearly breaking. “Please fuck me. I’ve been patient, haven’t I? I’ve been good.”

“Oh, you have. You’ve been so good for me, and I think I’ve prepared you quite well.”

Medic teased you one last time, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance and staying there, listening to the last few whines he could draw out of you before entering with a quick thrust. You jerked forward, wrapping your arms over his shoulders with a cry. He let you hold onto him, allowing you to pull him close as he set a rougher pace. His breath was hot against your neck as he rutted into you with beast-like intensity, finally showing just how much he had been holding back.

The sounds he made were no less restrained. You kept Medic close, not only to have something to hold onto, but also to hear every lewd noise he made, every breathy gasp and moan. Even now he tried to leave bites on your collar, like a wild animal claiming a mate, all teeth and unbridled ferocity. The pain only brought you closer to climax. You knew Medic wasn’t far off either, practically growling into your ear as he began to unravel. He whispered soft words of praise mingled with sweet nothings, becoming less intelligible with every passing moment, all except for a single word, a staccato repetition of “mine, mine, mine…”

He suddenly pulled back, sitting upright and grabbing your hips hard enough to make you wince, pulling you forward to meet his thrusts. It wasn’t long before you were coming undone, riding out your orgasm until all you could do was shiver as he continued to chase his own, which thankfully wasn’t far behind. He couldn’t have lasted much longer after feeling you tightening around him so nicely. He doubled over, finally tipping over the edge with a low growl, going still as he spilled inside you.

You felt as if you were boneless, completely helpless to move, unable to do anything but stare at the ceiling with a dizzy, contented smile. Medic, meanwhile, withdrew from you and took his time admiring his work. Bruises and hickeys darkened along your body from your neck down to your thighs, all of which would barely be concealed by makeup. Perhaps if he had the foresight to, he would have reddened your ass with a few well placed spanks as well, but that didn’t matter now. He had claimed you for all to see, and it was a beautiful sight. It wasn’t long before you took note of his masterpiece as well.

“Holy shit, you ruined me,” you said with a dazed laugh, glancing down at yourself and taking note of just how sore you would be tomorrow.

“Nein, ruined is not the right word for it,” Medic said, gently running his hands along your skin, now a canvas of his own desire, his gaze full of nothing but admiration. “You’re beautiful, liebe. Wunderschön, and all mine and now everyone will know that.”

“I suppose that means using the Medigun to alleviate some of this is out of the question?” you asked, mostly joking.

“I can heal them, if you truly want that, meine liebe,” Medic said. You could tell he was being genuine.

“No, it’s alright, I was just teasing!” you said, falling into a fit of afterglow-induced laughter even though nothing that funny had been said. You pulled Medic down into kiss and he rolled to the side with you, pulling you into his embrace.

Of course you wouldn’t ask to be healed from such passionate work, to remove a sign of how desired you were. It was like a kind of trophy for you. However, it did strike you that it wasn’t exactly fair that you were the only one to bear such a trophy, and the lull in the conversation gave you the perfect opportunity to remedy that, pushing Medic onto his back. Immediately, you were on top of him, straddling his waist and looking down at his surprised expression with a wide grin.

“As long as I get to show everyone that you belong to me too, I don’t think either of us will need the Medigun,” you chuckled, baring your teeth as you prepared to make Medic into a masterpiece of your own.

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clover-exe2009 · 1 year

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Medic : your welcome my wife

#Medic #medic x reader #tf2 medic #medic x y/n #medic

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yourfifitherealone · 1 year

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I love you, EXACTLY the way you are <3 (Medic TF2 x reader) non-binary friendly

Medic's Pov

I noticed Y/N acting..off lately. They haven't been accepting physical affection or affection at all the same as they used to. Is it my fault? I don't really know, but what I do know, is that I WILL find out why. I was intensely determined to figure out the cause was.

"Greetings and salutations, has anyone seen my Darling anywhere?" I asked the base. "Saw the lass go up to the rooftop I think " Damon said which was unusually helpful from him "sincerest thanks" I finished while walking up the staircase.

"My darling, darling, where are you?" I called, finally at the roof. Then I heard crying "Y/N?" Then I saw them balled up shaking to the beat of sobs. "What happened?" I asked rushing over beside them. "I-I-" then they continued to cry in my arms. My blood starting to boil, I wanted to hurt whoever did this but I couldn't figure it out with Darling sobs blocking their sweet song that most will call a voice. After some uncontrollable sobs later which I'm usually uncomfortable and awkward when people are crying but...with them it's different, everything was different with them, everything IS different with them, and I plan to keep it that way forever.

My darling soon confessed a nosy someone told her that I wasn't good for her; in other words that I, me, her lover was

Out of her league....

"Now let's think rationally, med school helped us with that one huh?" I whispered I'm starting to feel that voice again, trying to convince me. "Hold on loebe I need to think" I say letting them slip from my hands. "Think about what?" My Dove sweetly asked. "Hold on"

'Screw it. SCREW THEM! THOSE SAD EXCUSES FOR A "DOCTOR". I HAVE LEARNED NOTHING I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT ON. MY. OWN!

With my great doctoring skills, I'll make sure the sorry, sorry person will be out of everyone and EVERYTHINGS league...'

*sigh*

"Okay liebe my dear, I'll handle it. I'll make sure they will never again..

-have the mere confidence to

-ever confront you again...,

-I promise.."

"Your side is coming out again, Listen to yourself" I reasoned with him

'I'm done having conversations in my own head about what's good for my darling. We SHARE her. If and when something hurts her it's MY job to make it better so shut. up.'

I am THE cruel, evil, twisted, demented, unreasonable,

Medic...

"I heard you were talking to my darling, Told her something unbelievably stupid, sounds about right?" "Look I didn't mean it like that she's too sensitive" he said while rolling his eyes. My job is to protect Y/N, my job is to know that he told her that because he had feelings for me and wanted to sabotage our love for each other, my job is to take care of him and take care of my darling in a complete different way. My job is to kill what other me can't, who Y/N can't. My job is to kill

I plunged the knife in his stomach causing the waste of space to collapse. 'Ill do more with him later ' I thought to myself. He kept on groaning and cursing wishing some sort of horrible unspeakable pain onto me.

Little does he know..

He'll be taking that same fate he speaks.

I get him into my basement then run back to the roof to my lover.

She's gone

"Y/N!?"

I rush to their room and desperately knock for them to open up their day. I feel desperate to see them even though I couldn't figure out why, I didn't care. Just wanted to see them

"Ye-?oh hi. Why did you leave me alone up there like that? It- nevermind"

"Apologizes Y/N. I'm coming back slowly I'm going a little off the rails"

"You were supposed to comfort me what the hell?"

"Again I'm sorry I wasn't there I wasn't feeling like myself but I did take care of it. If it'll make you feel better, we can hug all day if you'd like" I offered with a smile, returning to my normal self. "Really?! Yes, yes,yes one hundred percent yes!" We cuddled and played their favorite YouTube videos which I wouldn't like to admit, I wasn't very interested in. "Babe I know you don't like watching them I can tell, I'll turn it off when it's done" "no, no that won't be necessary there are some...funny parts......sorta" "SEE I knew it! You don't like it" they said sitting up from laying on my chest. "I.. uh okay well maybe I don't but you do so it doesn't matter. I have to catch up with something later anyway" after that their jaw drops and they stare. "What?" "You said you'd cuddle with me allllll day" "Oh I did? I forgot I said that last part...heh" I nervously laughed but their face was unamused. "Fine!"

I watched YouTube until they fell asleep and started to drool.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N"

"Now it's time to punish the waste of space, trash."

I went down to the basement and saw the bloody wreck in the corner he leaned closer to the corner frantically pleading me to not kill him. "I will kill you, unfortunately for you but first I'll need to make you REGRET ever speaking to her..."

The next day, Darling was fine and happy like usual. No weird sleeping patterns of going to bed at 8, avoiding me and others ect she's just... herself. I'm glad and if anyone tries to mess with her, with our happiness,

I'll deal with it...

#medic tf2 x reader #tf2 medic x reader #medic x reader #tf2 medic #Medic fluff #Medic tf2 fluff #Insecurities #Insecurities comfort #Insecure comfort #X insecure reader #insecure reader #non-binary #nonbinary reader #nonbinary y/n #nonbinary x tf2 #non-binary x Medic TF2 #non-binary x Medic

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rabbit8697 · 1 year

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Can you pls write a oneshot of medic proposing to reader🥺

Tysm if you decide to write it

Ofc anon! ⚠Gender neutral reader⚠

I don't write that much so sorry if this is bad i hope you like it :)

You and medic had been dating for a while, you helped him out sometimes with getting him supplies for operations and taking care of Archimedes. Medic had been planning to propose for about a month, so he had spy help get the ring for you bcz spy has ✨style✨

Scout saw spy giving medic the ring, so medic threatened to remove all his organs while he was sleeping if he told anyone. Not surprisingly scout was a wee bit spooked so he tried to avoid you a lot of the time.

💕Time skip💕

Today was the day medic was finally going to propose to you. He was extremely nervous, but he was used to being in stressful situations being a doctor and all.

Medic T̶h̶r̶e̶a̶t̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ ASKED scout to tell you to come to the operating room.

You figured he was going to ask you to take care of Archimedes so you happily obliged and went to go see him.

When you entered the room you saw medic standing by the operation table. You tapped him on the shoulder "Uhh Medic you needed me?" He jumped and spun around. "Vat- Oh it's vu y/n."

"Yeah scout said you needed me?" You asked

"Ja zere is zomezing i've been meaning to ask vu zomething darling."

You smiled "Ask away!" He took a deep breath "Y/n I'fe peen meaning to ask vu zis for a vile" He got down on one knee and pulled out the ring. "Mein love, vill vu be mein lover foreffer undil death do us part?"

You covered your mouth with your hands and began to tear up "I- Yes! Yes i will Ludwig."

You wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace as he grinned ear to ear. Y/n pulled away so Ludwig could put the ring on your hand.

After he put it on he pulled you into a short kiss "I love vu Y/n." You smiled "I love you too Ludwig."

🌹🎉The end (For now >:D) 🎉🌹

I hope you enjoyed this, its my first tf2 one-shot i've done ever lmao- Sam :3

#tf2 x reader #medic x reader #proposal #oneshots #gender neutral y/n

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iluvmoneyandcats · 1 year

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EW X READER X TF2 (chapter 4?)

tw: gore, thats it babes! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^~~~

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened.

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her.

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic, and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

a/n: sorry for the wait!, i got sick and couldint stop pukeing, it was crazy! so this is a peace offering for now.

#ew x reader #ew tom #ew edd #tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 medic #miss puling #y/n x eddsworld #y/n x tf2

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intheshadowsbehindyou · 7 months

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Hey I've been wanting to ask you for a while a request I've had. Can I have some headcanons of the mercenary's realizing their feelings for the 10th merc after they brutally bash in a enemy's skull in for trying to kill said merc. And then the 10th merc looks at them with extreme concern while checking up on them. Before turning around and killing another enemy that was about to kill them.

I would love to see the mercenary's reaction to being saved by their crush and having to deal with the horny panic of finding them attractive.

If you dont want to do this that's fine. Thanks again for making really good tf2 x reader content! I love it! Byebye have a good day/night.

The Mercs realizing they have feelings for Y/N after watching them brutally kill an enemy (NSFW)

WARNING: severe amounts of simping

Scout:

- Oh. Oh.. OH. OHH NOOO! OUR SCOUUTTT. HE’S BROKKEEENNN

- You look so dazzling with the blood on your clothes and the rockets whizzing past you. The explosions in the background creating a fine backdrop. Cue the cheesy romantic 40s music as you kill people in slow motion and Scout is in awe.

- You’re confused. He had been standing there even after you had successfully cleared the point. You wave your hand in front of his face and he doesn’t react.

- In his head he’s already having romantic fantasies of frolicking with you on the beach and bashing in people’s heads. The idea of you beating the shit out of him particularly makes him feel a certain way. He has no idea why. Oh god, is this normal? Wait.. Why is he already having thoughts of marrying you and growing old together?

- Immediately goes whining to Spy like a little pussy about you. He’s batshit scared of you but also has the most confusing boner. Good job. You sent him crying after his daddy. You hear a “SPYYYYYYYYYYYeeeEEEE!” as you leave the battlefield. Followed by a groan from said frenchman.

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Soldier:

“NOW HANG ON PRIVATE THATS NOT EXACTLY— Oh.. Ah..” Soldier hisses through his teeth and puts his fist to his mouth, his helmet falls back a bit from the impact you made of kicking an enemy demoman’s sticky bomb back to him. You can see his expression is incredibly conflicted about this. With mild arousal. Holy shit. Somebody as batshit crazy as him. Who the hell kicks an active explosive?

- Because on one hand, you’re impractical yet affective at what you do. Just like him. But on the other hand that’s HIS THING. NOT YOURS! He’s one to act incredibly erratic on many occasions when strategy is in the back of his head awaiting the stupidly fast yet eons long conveyor belt.

- Becomes incredibly infatuated by you on the spot. Creating a sort of vague idea in his head on what you could be like. Cue very vivid fantasies of you and him strangling a sumo wrestler while naked, claiming france as an American owned country for some reason by sticking the flag into the tip of the Eiffel tower while naked, and having a fine American breakfast on the deck of your cottage.. (while naked.)

- “Is that a pistol in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” You ask him afterwards. “NEGATIVE. THAT’S A ROCKET. I ran out of room.” He lies. You believe him because that sounds like something he’d do.

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Demoman:

- You destroy a sentry nest he was trying to demolish around a choke point. He’s both offended, and slightly attracted. You’ve destroyed his pride and humbled him. Normally Demoman is the only one who can take down a sentry nest unless Medic has full charge on somebody — among other things.

- He opens his mouth to protest but you silence him with an award winning smile that makes his heart flutter. As you run past him to head over to Medic and regain your strength, he’s scratching his stubble. Trying to comprehend the slurry of feelings. Demoman is an adult and he’s old enough to be fully aware that you can feel multiple emotions at once; that doesn’t make him any less disoriented though.

- “Ay.. finally somebody who’s on my level!” he calls after you. Promising he’ll outrank you next round. His competitive nature demands it. He’s trying so hard to ignore his boner right now. Assuming it to be just from adrenaline.

- Well, you’re tied. You’re both equal amounts on the next scoreboard. He stares at it on the intel computer terminals in disbelief. He immediately downs a shit load of his scrumpy. Holy shit. He has a massive crush on you now. Begins to wonder how drunk he can get before he forgets about this.

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Engineer:

- You distract him so much he doesn’t even realize the jammed shell in his shotgun at first. You’ve made him lose like half of his life experience in a fraction of a second and he tries to take out the jammed shell and ends up burning himself. “God. DANGIT.”

- inwardly embarrassed and trying to make it seem like all was normal; he slaps the back of the gun so the shell falls out. Continues trying to defend the points… emphasis on tries. You’re his type AND you’re blood thirsty. He can’t help but feel slightly intrigued. The sparks of what would eventually be a crush once he starts talking to you more.

- He can’t bring himself to think filthy thoughts of someone he just met, he wasn’t raised like that. Occasionally the thought crosses his mind and he becomes a little angry with himself. Please stop being sexy in front of somebody who was raised in the bible belt. PLEASE! he would beg you if it didn’t sound so weird out of context.

- Fuck it. Christian shame doesn’t beat nature. He has to jerk off to the thought of you after battles in the shower. You’ve fucked him up.

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Heavy:

- “Heavy, i’m fully charged. Focus on the soldiers in the front and tell me when to— Was zur Hölle?!” Medic complains, looking away from Heavy’s WAY too apparent hard on.

- Heavy would make a great ice sculpture right now. He’s both sweating and frozen in place as he watches you tear the enemy lines to shreds. He rarely feels this way for anybody at all. Heavy was certain his libido evened out as he got older but you just brought him back to square one. He felt like a horny teenager again.

- He wants to lick the blood off your neck so bad. It’s disgraceful. He feels like a disgusting sewage pipe and suddenly wishes the respawn machine didn’t exist so he could permanently die out here just to forget this even happened.

- Eventually waves his hand for Medic to pocket someone else. Goes over and helps you kick some ass. You indirectly both bond from this and successfully kickstart your connection.

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Pyro:

- You’re the same as them in their point of view. A ‘misunderstood’ killer (Yeah, okay..) who wanted nothing more than peace of mind while they went about their daily business!

- The enjoy he sees in your eyes as you land a hit is marvelous. Every single swing of your melee felt like some sort of complex ballet. There was birds and neon colors following you wherever you went. You’ve now given them a weird fetish for adept mercenaries they had no idea they even had. They want to meet you RIGHT NOW.

- air blasts a poor demoman off a cliff you were fighting. “Hey. It’s alright. I got this.” You tell them. Pyro just tilts their head. You walk on to cap the cart and Pyro follows closely behind you. “What’s up?” You finally ask him, out of curiosity. Pyro just stares. You begin to recall horror stories that the other mercs told you of Pyro.

- They continue following you around as your own personal bodyguard. Engineer tells you that he does the same to him on occasion. To the extent of protecting his sentries. Apparently Pyro just follows people around like a dog because they have no idea how to communicate their interest.

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Sniper:

- Watches you a day before a match doing target practice atop a bridge. The targets in question are in the ravine below. The way you so effortlessly hit each target, only missing a few — for some reason caught his attention. He lowered his scope from his eye and preferred the entertainment of you for a moment.

- You get angry after only missing two. Taking your long range and throwing it aggressively into the ravine. Sniper has no clue why you did this, considering you’re the first person in a while who hasn’t fucked up this course right off the bat. For some reason your aggression is getting him hot and bothered. Is this just a weird preference or a sexual thing? Holy shit, he has no idea.

- Sniper brings his legs together to hide his wood. “Eyes both open with a gun like that, mate. Instinctive to close an eye but I guarantee you, if ya just focus on nothing but the target then boom.” He says. Wondering if maybe he was just overthinking and his penis was being insane.

- “As if you shoot with anything else besides a fucking sniper rifle.” You talk back. “I do, actually.” He says, shrugging at your rage. He didn’t feel like sassing back right now. He was tired. “I could show ya if ya want.”

- He bites his lip, applying pressure to the point it’s red. It was both your bad attitude and shooting skills. He loved a partner who was needlessly edgy. This is seriously the type of guy to swoon over the most edgiest of individuals. Eat nails for breakfast and wear a biker vest for god’s sake while you’re at it.

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Medic:

- Uhm.. Medic’s a little weird.

- Not only is he aroused by you in general but the blood on your clothes and in your hair. The way you kill enemies in-and-itself is arousing him. Much like Engineer he tries to focus on his job to no avail. Ends up pocketing you all day and after the other Mercs ask him about it, he claims it’s because they’re all annoying and not doing their jobs correctly again.

- He sits at his desk at night trying to do paperwork. He can’t focus after what he’s seen today. He begins having incredibly fucked up fantasies of eating your organs. Or you climbing into his chest and sleeping in there. Better yet? sex with both your entrails hanging out! knife play! biting! Dear god he’s gross. God, just shut up.

- He puts a hand to his own heart, feeling his heartbeat. For a second he suspected he was getting possessed or something. But no, he’s just incredibly horny. “Archimedes.” Medic said breathlessly. “I do believe i’m moonstruck. Which is unacceptable..” He sort of laughs nervously.

- Coooo. Brrr.

- “Yes, I wholeheartedly agree.” His voice is hoarse. Medic picks up his bonesaw at the end of his table and looks at his own reflection in it. “Every time I love somebody it ends horribly. Best just get what I want and move on.” He says, darkly. What he doesn’t know is that this is the start of his relationship with you. Enticing you to have sex with him — with your consent — it brings you and him to an incredibly intimate level.

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Spy:

- MOTHERFUCKER AINT PLAYIN. he doesn’t waste time. He sees a fellow serial killer and he immediately goes in for the kill. (Pun intended.) But yeah this is Spy we’re talking about here. He’s a manwhore and I thought the canon already established that.

- “That was some fine work out there.” He tells you slowly. His hands behind his back. “Would you care to join me for a second?” He offers his hand. Which you take hesitantly. He takes you to his quarters and attempts to court you. Which works because he’s something straight out of a romance movie with his clever quips.

- “I have a feeling—“ He begins, slowly offering his hand and hovering it above your thigh, placing it down and rubbing you slowly when he didn’t sense any discomfort. “That we will enjoy each other’s company often, my pet.” He looks for your approval. Any sign of it.

- Dude is so fucking slick that you can’t resist him. He’s unbelievably experienced in romance and knows how to charm his way into your pants. It was like you were under a spell by a hypnotic snake. He ends up getting what he wants and doesn’t hold back. His knife is threatening your back and he’s atop you. “Shhh.”

- Sex happens. Aggressive sex. Right off the bat.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #medic x reader #spy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #pyro x reader #sniper x reader

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weirdwizardofoz · 1 year

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Y/N: *Drinking a large Monster during a checkup*

Medic: How many have you had today?

Y/N: Two

Medic: Two?

Y/N: Twenty

Medic: TWENTY?!

Y/N: Twenty-Two

Medic: How the fuck are you alive?

Y/N: I don't know...

#medic #tf2 medic #tf2 medic x y/n #tf2 incorrect quotes

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sardonic-the-writer · 7 months

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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, soldier, medic, and spy

↳ warnings: mentions of surgery and alcohol

↳ song: runaround sue—dion

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He’s such a doofus. It takes him at least a month to pick up on it

• The entire time you’re flirting or making moves on him, he’ll jokingly reciprocate it under the impression that you’re just joshing around

• It takes one of the other team members approaching him for the mercenary to realize what was actually going on

• “Son.” Engineer had sighed as he stood in the doorway to Scout’s very messy room, “You do realize they like you?”

• Scout’s very dismissive and red faced about it

• “What? Psh. Stop messing with me, Engie. Don't you have sentries to build or somethin’?”

• The second Engineer leaves, he’s practically tearing up his room in a tirade of emotions

• Overthinks the past few months with you way too much. Practically wears a spot into the floor from all the nervous pacing he does

• In the end, Scout confronts you to ask you out

• Tries to be formal, but we all saw how that turned out with Miss Pauling. Eventually just gives up on trying to be suave— and not succeeding —to blurt out what he’s thinking

• “So, uh, yeah. I’m not so. Er. Good at this sappy stuff, but there’s a Tom Jones museum I think we could go check out. Together.” Scout pauses, accent only getting thicker with worry, “Alone. Y’know?”

• Over the moon when you say yes. All nerves dissipate and are immediately replaced with a cross between a smug and relieved victory

• If you look close enough at his ears, they’re a little pink

𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫

• If he hasn’t known you for long, Soldier will actually just chalk your actions up to being a communist spy

• A very exasperated Demoman had to get Miss Pauling to bring in heavily classified paperwork on you just to prove to him you weren’t a commie

• “Very well maggot! I’ll believe you— for now! Sleep with one eye open!” Soldier had barked, slamming down your file on the dining room table as a tired Pauling watched. You noted that the papers were upside down, and you doubt he even read them. Or that he could read

• He’s very blunt with everything. Words, actions, emotions, etc. Doesn’t understand why other people can’t just do the same. It would make conversation so much easier to him

• So he’s not oblivious to your attention per se. Just very curious, I suppose

• It takes maybe less than two weeks after the Communist Incident, as Demo had dubbed it, for him to corner you

• “Maggot! Do you find me attractive?” He demanded

• You’d been eating breakfast at the time, and almost choked to death on your laughter at the question

• “Short answer, yes.” You gasped through wheezy laughter, the volume only increasing at the frown on Soldiers face. “Follow up question; is that really how you just asked if I had a crush on you?”

• Nods and booms back that he thinks you’re also easy on the eyes. Proposes the idea of doing a training course with you sometime. Breaks out into a crooked grin when you accept

• “Excellent! I expect you up at oh five hundred for the course tomorrow!” He saluted you, which was Soldier equivalent to a bone crushing hug of respect

• You returned it, and missed the way his eyes crinkled with happiness behind the brim of his helmet

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Always so consumed in his work that he probably just ends up finding out from Archemedies

• The birds had always been allowed to rest on your shoulder while he performed risqué experiments on you, acting as a distraction from the feeling of someone sifting around in your guts

• I guess the dove had picked up on one too many looks you’d tossed the ex-doctors way

• To this day, no one can understand how the two of them can communicate, but one thing leads to another and suddenly Medic is looming in your doorframe silently

• “What’s up, doc?” You’d greeted him with a Bug’s Bunny quote and a grin. Medics lips only twitched up slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose

• “A little bird told me zhat someone has a crush, ja?” He barreled right into the topic, leaving no room for you to prepare for the sudden accusation. Medics scrutinizing gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced in the direction of his lab, no doubt silently cursing Archemedies

• “No need to fear, freund.” He unclasped his gloved hands from behind his back and approached you. “I simply am here to offer you a deal.”

• Turns out the deal was a chance talk over cheap beer in his office. Pretty rare, considering how much of his time Medic chose to dedicate to work

• “I’ll take it.” You shook his hand, briefly noting how large it seemed even when compared to you

• “Vunderbar, mein schatz.” Medic smiled gently, leaving you to wonder what he had just said

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• There is no hiding when it comes to this French fuck

• Spy immediately picks up on every glance. Every chance of avoided eye contact and unnecessary clearing of a throat

• Suddenly he seems to be a lot more talkative towards you than normal. Hanging out by your side at gatherings rather than a dark corner with cigarette smoke curling around his head

• Fleeting touches slowly begin to sprinkle themselves in between conversation. A hand on the shoulder here, and a brief touch to the pulse point there

• The first time he did the latter, he noticed how fast your heart was beating and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle

• If he was nicer, Spy would definitely take action and approach your first. In fact, sometimes he almost finds himself wanting to

• But the man knows how people work. If you truly wanted to pursue him, you would come around eventually. No point in making rash decisions. He was a patient man, after all

• A small part of his ego preened at the thought of making you work for it

• And come around you did eventually did

• Finds himself opening the door to his smoking room one late night only to be met with the image of a very frazzled looking you

• You rush out something about a date too fast for his ears to catch. Spy is simply too busy letting his eyes roam over your casual cloathing and slight fidgeting. The crooning of an old French record plays from behind him as he blinks down at you

• “Would you like to come in?” He finally sighs out, opening the door a little wider in the form of an invitation

• By the time you manage to get inside, you notice he already had a wine glass set out for you

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danafoss · 4 months

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uh they're not sweaty they uh just got out of the pool fr fr

#tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 medic fanart #team fortress 2 #medic tf2 #medic team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #medic x reader #fanart #sketch #art #my art #tf2 medic x reader #suggestive #tf2 medic x oc #y/n

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miintsprigz · 4 months

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Hello! I loved your mercs x artist reader! I ran into it when I started a Spy art piece a few days prior. (Spooky!) I wanted to request something! Headcanons about a (g/n) reader fear-punching the mercs out of instinct. Like, what if scout just jumped out at the reader and the reader fucking DECKS him on accident. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too much, then just Scout, Spy, and Medic. Obv feel free to ignore, but thank you for your other written pieces!

Oooh, y’all have such good requests!!!

I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sleepy right now, but Scout, Spy, and Medic are some of my favorite mercs to write for, so I can definitely write those three.

May make a part two with the others when I have a bit more energy!

I hope you enjoy, dear Anon ^^

Characters used: Scout, Spy, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: Bit of blood, stuff relating to anxiety.

Scout:

Finally, the weekend was here. It had not been a good week for you in the slightest, and you were glad that it was done. You could unwind and take it easy now.

Kicking your shoes off as you entered, you closed the door, only to be greeted with a sudden blast of noise.

“Boo!”

Without even thinking, your hand curled into a fist, shot out and struck the figure square in the jaw. About a second later, you recognized the voice as belonging to the Scout.

“Ow!!! What the—?!” He groaned in pain, rubbing the side of his face.

“O-oh my gosh, Scout…I, I’m so sorry…”

He curled his lips inward for a second, biting them. Jeremy wasn’t mad at you—truly, he wasn’t, although it hurt crazy bad.

His first reflex when punched was to punch back…but he wasn’t going to punch you. Never you. So he had to freeze for a second, taking a deep breath, rolling his head to the side.

You kept apologizing, hands starting to shake a bit. Quickly, gently, he reached up and took ahold of one of them, gently squeezing his fingers around the back of it, tapping them almost rhythmically against your skin.

A small smile made its way to his face, shaking his head slightly.

“…ya know, if I was just getting back here, and someone jumped out at me…I think I’d slug ‘em too. You’re okay, (Y/N)… I’m sorry I scared ya.”

You wanted to cry for a second, and he could tell. Pulling you in quick, he brought his other arm up to hug you quickly.

“You okay?”

“I-I’ll be fine, just gotta breathe…did I hurt you too bad—”

“Been hit way worse than that, doll. Ya do got a mean right hook on ya though.”

You laughed, and that helped to catch your breath.

“Let me get you some ice…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine, I’m tough…” Reaching up to gingerly touch the spot he’d been struck resulted in a wince though.

You jerked your head towards the kitchen. “C’mon.”

“Arright, if it makes ya feel better…”

“Oh shush.”

A quiet laugh cued you in that he’d be just fine after some ice.

He was noticeably careful with you as the day went on. You could tell he felt bad, but you’d said it was okay…and if he could take anyone at their word, it was you.

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Medic:

Good word, you hadn’t been sent through respawn, but with how much your head hurt, you were starting to think that might have been a better deal than what you got.

Immediately, you sought out the Medic. If anyone could help you recover, it was him, of course.

You figured you’d just wait outside his office until he came back…not realizing he was already there. Hearing you outside, the doctor slowly, silently opened the door, and went to tap you on the shoulder.

Obviously, you hadn’t expected to see anyone, let alone feel a hand on you, and the pain had you on autopilot, so you spun around and—

“Ach!”

“Medic??? Crap—you scared me, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I—I just need—it hurts so bad—!”

Great. So now you were in pain after a long day, and you’d (accidentally) clobbered the only guy who could fix it! This was one of those “last straw” moments though, and Medic could tell.

“Oh (Y/N), no need to explain! Take a breath for a moment, bitte (please)! I promise I am fine…oh no…”

You tried to breathe, but it caught in your throat. His eyes were locked onto you, gently grasping your shoulders. Tears had threatened to spill down your face, and this got them falling. You sniffled, trying to keep composed.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“There there, come, walk with me…”

The two hands on your shoulders became one hand gently grasping yours, leading you to a cot in his office to take a seat.

“Where is the pain? Point. I will fix it.”

Somehow, the compassion and somewhat surprising gentleness only made you cry more, but you pointed to your head.

“Ooh, ja, after what I saw you put through today, I’m not surprised—my head would hurt, too.”

Before you knew it, a light flickered on above you, and as the machinery whirred, your pain waned and disappeared entirely.

“There! Good as new.”

Your voice broke when you tried to speak. “Doc…”

“What is it? Does it still hurt? That shouldn’t be…”

He leaned down a bit so that he was on eye level with you. You shook your head.

“I punched you…I didn’t mean to punch you, I didn’t even want to, I…I’m so sorry…”

You knew you’d calm down in a minute, but right now you couldn’t help yourself, and it seemed like he understood that. Before you knew it, he’d hugged you tightly, holding you close to his chest. Tousling your hair lightly with one hand, he shushed you softly.

“Shh shh shh…it’s alright, Liebling, I know reflexes when I see them. I shouldn’t have done that—I’ll tell you that it’s me next time, that’s all! If I can patch you up, I can do the same to myself, so…it’ll be like it didn’t even happen!”

You laughed a bit, and felt him rest his chin against the top of your head before both of you pulled apart.

Once again, his hand grasped yours, and he quickly took your other one too.

“Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah…thanks, Medic. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, (Y/N). Of course.”

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Spy

Being a close companion of the silent killer, it only made sense that he’d scare you by mistake at some point. Without even meaning to.

You’d even imagined the scenario in your head. And yet. When it actually happened, you still weren’t ready.

Waking up after a series of weird dreams, you went to head downstairs to grab some water and hopefully head back to bed.

Standing there, with the only real light source being the tiny bulb in the back of the fridge, you grabbed a cup and filled it up, not even bothering to sit down to drink it.

Feeling someone brush against your shoulder, you flinched hard and felt your fist go up of its own accord.

It made contact, with a yelp following it.

“Ah!”

“…Spy? Oh no…”

The Spy held one hand over his nose, groaning quietly.

“Hello, (Y/N). You’re up rather early.”

“I’m so sorry, you scared me—”

There was a brief flash of realization over his eyes, and you recognized a bit of shame.

“…you know what, fair enough. I did not think that through.”

Pulling his hand back revealed that he was bleeding quite a bit. “…well, that’s not good. Excuse me.”

Spy was so…matter of fact, about this? It almost put you at ease, but not quite enough. You followed him as he briskly walked to the bathroom, having to scramble along a bit to keep up with him.

“Did I break it?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Breaks hurt much more than this.”

It wasn’t too surprising to hear that someone who was basically a secret agent had broken his nose before.

He looked over at you with confusion flitting across his face, having finally cleaned up most of the blood. Brows furrowed together, he sounded truly puzzled.

“…(Y/N), you didn’t strike me as being afraid of blood.”

“I-I’m not!” You didn’t like how sharply your voice came out, but you couldn’t seem to change it much.

“Well, what’s the matter then? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Spy, I…I punched you. I hurt you.”

“Hmm, debatable really. Punched me, yes. Hurt me? Only for a moment. The bleeding is already stopping.”

You looked at him, bewildered, and felt your face quickly heating up. His expression softened, sighing quietly as the slightest trace of a smile came to his face.

“…Mon coeur (my heart), I’m alright. Please, don’t get yourself upset over it.”

Without thinking about it, you stumbled forward slightly and hugged him. He stepped back a bit at first, surprised, but quickly followed suit, stroking your hair.

“Takes a lot more than that to hurt me. Besides, I took you completely off-guard. I’d argue you just demonstrated sharp reflexes.”

Once Spy pulled back, you realized he was still in that suit.

“Well, at least there’s no blood on your suit.”

With a chuckle, he smirked at you. “Yes, good point.”

“…Why are you fully dressed at this hour anyway? Do you sleep in it?”

Spy rolled his eyes at you. “Absolutely not. I just got back. Late night mission, you see.”

“Ohhhh…”

Leaning against the bathroom counter, a playful tone warmed his voice. “If it will set you at ease, I can regale you with the tale…”

Yes, Spy loved to talk about himself, but this genuinely did seem like it was an attempt to help you calm down. Eagerly, you scrambled to sit on the edge of the tub, playfully resting your chin in your hands as if ready to hang onto every word.

With a snort, he shook his head. “I don’t think this would be a good place for it.”

“Oh!”

Quickly, you got to your feet again, and he bit back a grin as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, heading over to his smoking room.

#tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 scout #scout tf2 #scout x reader #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #medic x reader #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #spy x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader #mint writes

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jermer10 · 2 months

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(I'm new here so if you have done this already, MB) could you write heavy x reader when reader finds heavys clothes and wears them and heavy catches them?? I would like reader to be gender neutral or female and it can lead to NSFW if you want it too 🥴 thank you (ignore if needed) 💛💛💛

TF2 stealing heavy's clothing

18+ only, afab reader | i fucking LOVE heavy

drabbles under the cut :P

Every merc had a designated job in order to keep the barracks clean, and yours happened to be the bathrooms. You absolutely hated this job. Ten mercs living under one roof where 90% of you were men? Yeah, those bathrooms were feral, and after having to scrub them clean 2 times a week for months, you were beginning to grow exhausted. So when Medic offered to swap the laundry job with you for a week, you took full advantage of his generosity. You had no idea how much laundry 10 mercs produced in the span of a week. The first night is when you saw Misha's sweater in the dryer. It was massive, the biggest piece of clothing you had ever seen, red and adorned with black stripes and diamonds across the chest. It smelt of washing detergent, the musk of old clothing, and a hint of the lemongrass cologne he had been wearing that hadn't been washed out in the machine.

This wasn't the first time you had seen the sweater, in fact he wore it often during the colder months, but it was the first time you had it in your hands, the first time you were able to smell it up close, the first time you were able to feel the plush fabric scrunched up in your fists. You felt dizzy, face flushing in both embarrassment and lust. Your crush on the older man had not gone unnoticed by him, and his small advances had done nothing to aid the sticky wetness which gathered in your underwear whenever he had gotten too close. You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of him, hands inching to the waistband of your shorts.

"YO! MEDIC! I NEED SOME UNDERWEAR!" A voice boomed from the entrance to the laundry. You snapped out of your trance, and threw the sweater back into the laundry basket. Scout came swiftly around the corner, towel wrapped around his lanky hips. "Oh! Uhh, hey y/n." He grinned, blush dusting his cheeks. "Hey man, underwear is in the basket. I'm not finished sorting through them yet so you'll have to search for 'em." He nodded, scavenging through the clothes. 'I need to get my shit together, that was so gross..' you thought, the blood rushing to your face once more as you began to toss the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Night three you had seen the sweater again, and this time it was in the dirty basket. You couldn't help the perverse thoughts, gingerly picking the piece of clothing and setting it aside. You figured you could get a couple of loads on before washing it with the last of the clothing, then you would have adequate time to...do what you needed. It was dirty, the way you continued to glance over at it even after you had resigned yourself to doing your job. You needed to smell it, the blood entrenched in the fibers of the fabric, the lemongrass stench that you could pick up from across the spacious room, the smell of Heavy, his natural odor alone set you off.

"Fuck," You breathed out, feeing your fingers slide into your pants as you held the sweater to your face. You could cum there and then, imagining him as the person touching you. It wasn't enough, you needed to wear the sweater. You needed to feel him wrapped around you. It slid over your head with ease, the sleeves far too large, the bottom hem of the sweater reaching well below your knees. You came hard, muffled noises of moans as you shoved your face into the bunched up fabric. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" You clasped your face in your hands.

It was Sunday, the final day of washing clothes before you would have to go back to the bathrooms. The week had been slow, and you were certain Misha had picked up the change in your behavior. You were skittish, face red whenever you saw him, and whenever you saw him swearing that god forsaken sweater you couldn't even bare to stay in the same room as him for longer than a minute. That fucking sweater. Sitting clean, in the dryer, waiting, no, begging, for you to put it on. You obliged, slipping into the cloth eagerly. You stood there for a moment, smelling the fabric, taking it in. This was the last time you would get to do this. The last- "What are you doing?" You heard the thick Russian accent of the man behind you before you even heard what he had said.

You couldn't even look at him. You didn't have to, you could hear his menacing footsteps walk up to you, and then you felt his large hands grasp your hips. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. "Heavy has been waiting for opportunity like this. This is why you have been so scared of Heavy hmm?" His tone was hot, heavy, and laced with false concern. "Uhh, yeah I guess." You mumbled awkwardly. He laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that made your knees weak and your eyes squeeze close. "Come, little голубь." You felt yourself being lifted into the air and placed on the folding bench in front of the machines.

Heavy stripped your shorts from you, leaving no time for you to process his actions before your bottom half was completely naked. "Heavy came here to talk, but fucking you will get point across much quicker." He grinned, a lovestruck, sadistic grin. If you had been wet before, you were soaked now. He knelt down face lined up with your sobbing pussy, his tongue prodding at your entrance before his mouth absorbed your sex. "Ohhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkk" The moan drawls from your throat, its raw and guttural. Your body writhes and shakes under his gentle touch.

His tongue snakes it's way onto your clit, gently sucking and prodding at it with his lips. You're getting close, your fingers gripped onto his face, pulling him in closer, begging for release. He pulls away, and before you can produce a whine of protest, he pushes his index finger into you. It's enough to stretch you, to fill you up completely. He thrusts his finger in twice, placing his mouth back onto your pussy, and you cum hard. He pulls away licking his fingers clean, you're a heaving whining mess. "Wear Heavy's clothes more often." He states simply, standing up and smacking your ass before kissing you passionately and walking out. You should swap jobs with Medic more often.

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