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meiliarotten · 9 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 21: Improvise, Adapt, Overcome (Frottage)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Heavy x Male!Reader

Summary: Sometimes a difference in size requires one to get creative.

Tags: Frottage, outercourse, oral, size difference, grinding, aftercare

Word Count: 3.1k

The Masterlist

“You would not be able to handle it.”

You stood perfectly still, taken aback by Heavy’s response. You had prepared yourself for a whole myriad of reactions when you finally worked up the courage to invite him back to your room. However, the blunt statement that you ‘couldn’t handle him,’ was not one of them. It was just so deadpan, so matter-of-fact, and he said it with such confidence that you almost wondered if he had said this to other potential lovers in the past. Technically, it wasn’t an outright rejection, and the implications of what he had said only intrigued you more.

“If you don’t want this you can just come out and say it. You don’t have to try to scare me off with some cryptic warning,” you said, finally regaining some composure and trying your best not to sound too wounded.

“Нет, I am being honest.” He gave a nervous chuckle, a noise that sounded entirely foreign coming from the confident and clamorous man you imagined him to be based on what you had seen on the battlefield. “I want this,” he motioned towards you. “But you would break.”

“What, do you have a bit of a sadistic side?” you asked. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you, let alone deter you. However, the large man shook his head, immediately dashing the multitude of fantasies birthed from that possibility.

Heavy laughed again, as if it was his default reaction to nervousness. “It is simpler than that.” He looked you over with a sigh. “You are very small.”

“So? Everything is small to you, you’re fucking massive-” You stopped in your tracks, eyes going wide. What he was trying to imply finally dawned on you. Whether it was embarrassment, a language barrier, or even just an attempt to be delicate that kept Heavy from outright saying that he thought his dick was too large for you, you didn’t know.

When you finally worked up the nerve to look him in the eyes, he simply gave a solemn nod, confirming that you had indeed connected the dots accurately. Still, a little voice in the back of your head reminded you that you still hadn’t been rejected. In fact, you were emboldened by the fact that Heavy had outright admitted that he did want you. So, with a smirk, you continued, albeit a bit more cautiously.

“I’m not a weak willed man, Heavy.” Your words earned yet another laugh, and you knew the heat in your cheeks was turning your skin a bright shade of red. “I mean it! I want to try, and I think you do too.”

Heavy took a deep breath, his face going serious. For a moment, you thought you were finally going to be dismissed, but what you got proved to be the exact opposite. “You will say if it hurts.” His tone made it clear that this wasn’t a request, but a necessity. You nodded, taking a few steps closer to him. “You will say if you need to stop.” He was guiding you to the bed now, an arm wrapped around your back. It seemed you would be staying in his quarters, his bed being larger and more comfortable. “You understand?”

You were giddy with anticipation, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t clung into every word. You were in the bed now, looking up at him from where you were seated on the mattress. “I understand, Heavy,” you said. It was only then that he joined you, climbing onto the bed next to you and pulling you into his lap with ease. Your heart raced and it took you a few moments to do the obvious, leaning forward to close the distance between the two of you. That first kiss was quick, almost chaste as you parted moments later with a sigh and a sultry whisper. “I want you.”

One hand came up to cradle the back of your head as you pressed your lips against him again, trying to trail down further along his jaw and neck. Heavy seemed to have other plans however, taking your chin and tilting you back up to his mouth, encouraging you to slow down, to savor this. Going slow would become not only a luxury, but a necessity if he really was as large as he claimed. That said, you still couldn’t resist the urge to squirm in his lap to take the edge off, which eventually turned into outright grinding against each other while still clothed. You moaned, letting Heavy deepen the kiss as he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your confidence began to waver when Heavy suddenly bucked up against you. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants, and even while still in its confines you could tell that you may have underestimated the challenge you had undertaken. You tried to take solace in the slow pace, in the way Heavy worked his lips against yours, letting yourself believe that your nerves were simply getting the better of you, but a nagging little voice told you that you had to be sure.

You pulled away with a gasp, not realizing how long you had gone without parting for air. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling it rise and fall beneath your palms before you were tugging at his belt, unfastening it with far less finesse than you were going for. Every movement felt clumsy and awkward, making your face burn as you tossed the belt aside, unbuttoned his trousers and finally freed his cock.

Oh fuck.

You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t stare, that you would maintain some semblance of dignity at the very least. Still, you couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight. “Oh, wow. That’s…” you trailed off, floundering with your words until Heavy mercifully finished your sentence for you.

“Large?” he said. You managed to tear your gaze away to look up at him, being met with a smug expression that could only be translated as ‘I told you so.’ The worst part was, he was right.

You knew Heavy would be big. Even if he hadn’t warned you, the man was essentially a giant, especially compared to you, so you could have inferred as much. Yet the reality of seeing him hard and flushed for you was beyond anything you had imagined. Shaking your head, you pushed your concerns aside, at least for now. After all, there were other ways to pleasure someone.

“I was going to say impressive!” You lied through your teeth, reaching forward to grasp Heavy’s cock. Once again your confidence wavered as you noticed that your hand could barely wrap around him. Still, you continued, stroking Heavy firmly, listening to the soft groan he tried to choke back. “Very impressive,” you whispered again, mostly to yourself.

After eliciting a few more groans your confidence began to renew itself. You let yourself go faster, and even get a bit rough at times. Then again, for Heavy, what you considered rough probably wasn’t much more bothersome than a fly. On the other hand, you got plenty of time to get up close and personal with what you would be dealing with later, and it quickly became apparent that he wasn’t yet completely hard when you first unfastened his belt.

“You are shaking,” Heavy said, distracting you from your musings. There was a hint of concern in his voice. At first you were confused, but a quick glance at your hand showed it to be true. You hadn’t even noticed until Heavy pointed it out, but your hands were trembling and a perpetual shiver had overtaken your body, leaving goosebumps over your skin and a nervous chill running up your spine.

“It’s probably just anticipation,” you said, only to find that even your voice was beginning to shake. It wasn’t entirely a lie, there was definitely some anticipation in what you were feeling, but anxiety was certainly the more dominant emotion. You stroked him faster, quickly distracting Heavy from any further concerns he may have had. The low groan and the way his length throbbed under your touch was quite rewarding, and you managed to regain some confidence. “That feels good, doesn’t it? I’m good with more than just my hands.”

You were quick to demonstrate just that, leaning down to take Heavy into your mouth as deep as you could, stopping just short of gagging. Using your hands to stroke whatever you couldn’t take in, you set to work, bobbing your head while Heavy moaned and gripped the sheets hard, relishing the feeling of your hot mouth on his cock. He was exercising a remarkable amount of self control, not daring to buck up into your throat. You were especially thankful for that. While you may have been able to eventually work Heavy past your gag reflex with enough time and patience, you knew that if he were to outright facefuck you, it would probably be a far less pleasant experience.

You probably wouldn't be able to get Heavy to treat you that roughly even if you asked though. He had been shockingly gentle with you throughout this. Considering he had tried to scare you away at first, you would have expected something a bit more intense. Perhaps you wouldn’t have minded that, as you realized that Heavy could probably manhandle you with ease if he wanted to.

The very thought made you moan around him, feeling yourself grow achingly hard at the thought of that even as you tried to focus on your current task. You licked up the shaft, teasing the larger man before plunging him into your mouth once again, not letting the taste of precum on your tongue bother you one bit. You were so focused that you may have just sucked Heavy to completion then and there if he hadn’t taken you by the hair, gently tugging until you had been pulled off of his cock with a soft whine.

“Your turn,” Heavy said, moving to undress you. His fingers tugging at the waistband of your pants. He was still so gentle, as if worried that the smallest wrong move would hurt you. When he finally managed to unfasten the buttons and zipper, you knew you had to admit defeat.

“Heavy, I…” you stammered. Heavy immediately stopped, looking up at you, waiting patiently for you to continue. You gave him an apologetic look. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

You knew your skin was flushed. You could feel the heat in your cheeks and you avoided looking him in the eye, embarrassed at how in over your head you were. You opened your mouth to apologize when you felt Heavy’s hand on your cheek, caressing softly as he turned your gaze back to him.

“There are other ways,” Heavy said. “If you still want this.”

“I do,” you said, leaning into his touch.

“Come, sit here.” You were pulled into Heavy’s lap again, one arm hooked around your back. Before you could ask what the plan was you were cut off with a gasp, feeling Heavy take hold of your cock and begin to stroke. His hands were so large, practically engulfing you. You cursed softly, instinctively trying to thrust up into his fist only to be held still. “Нет, do not move yet. Let Heavy take care of you.”

You tilted your head, a little confused. Then again, you certainly weren’t opposed to the idea of being taken care of. So you let yourself be pampered, resting your head on Heavy’s chest as he began to pump your cock faster. You moaned, grasping his shirt in your fists, bracing yourself against him. For now, he was your rock to cling to.

“Heavy! Oh god, Mikhail!” You felt him shudder slightly at the use of his real name, and for a moment you were worried you had crossed a line. However, a quick glance up at his face proved otherwise. For the first time, you had managed to make Heavy blush. Still, he met your gaze with a calm smile.

“You make pretty sounds.” It was a simple statement, one that made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t even realized how shameless you had become with your moans. Either you had stopped caring the moment Heavy started touching you or you had lost the ability to even try to stifle yourself. Whatever the reason for your lack of volume control, you could at least take pride in the fact that Heavy enjoyed your reactions. Still, you couldn’t help but feel that you were being far too passive.

“Wait, it’s not fair that you- fuck!” You stammered between moans, trying futilely to string your words together coherently. You placed your hand on Heavy’s, making him pause and allowing you to finally speak. “I want you to feel good too.”

Heavy opened his mouth as if to speak, and if he was about to protest, you didn’t give him the chance to, catching him off guard with a heated kiss. You managed to take control for a time, feeling him release your cock. You nearly melted at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you firmly against him, but you couldn’t let yourself lose focus yet.

You could feel him against you, the need he was denying. He was still slick with spit from earlier. With a soft sigh, you began to move your hips against him like before, feeling your own cock press against his as you bucked forward, sliding against his length.

Heavy gasped and you leaned back, clutching onto his shoulders for some sort of leverage as your hips canted, grinding against him and relishing the moments when you were able to get some soft noise of pleasure from the surprisingly reserved man. Given how he was in battle, you would have expected Heavy to be louder, but so far he had managed to truly defy all your expectations.

He let you buck against him for a while before pushing back, and for a moment you were afraid you had done something wrong. Those thoughts were quickly put to bed when he proceeded to wrap his massive hand around both your cock and his own. A harsh gasp escaped you as Heavy pumped the two of you in unison, his breaths growing ragged and uneven. It was even more evident when he spoke, his voice low and gravelly. “Feels good, да?”

After a few moments of trying and failing to respond with any coherent words, you gave up and simply nodded with a dazed moan. You barely saw the satisfied smile Heavy gave you, enjoying the sight of you shuddering in delight, resisting the urge to buck into his fist. It was clear that you had completely forgotten about the slight hiccup in your original plans. So what if you couldn’t take him? This unique sensation was even better than what you had originally hoped for, so new and deliciously pleasurable for the both of you.

You threw your head back when Heavy picked up the pace, letting out breathy, pant-like moans as precum began to bead at the tip of your cock. “Whole base will hear you,” Heavy warned, although by the way his breath hitched, you had a feeling he didn’t really care. You didn’t care either. You were far too close to give a shit about who heard you screaming in ecstasy. It felt like you could come undone at any moment, muscles spasming and trembling as you frantically chased that high until the sensation of Heavy’s thumb running over the sensitive head of your cock finally brought you over the edge.

Heavy stroked you in long, languid motions as you rode out your climax, letting your release spill over his knuckles, slickening his touch. You were bucking against him now, having fully lost the will to keep from moving, and the feeling of you thrusting against him coupled with the ministrations of his own hand was what made him come undone not long after you. He was surprisingly reserved, his climax signaled with only a low moan, his hand going still only after you began to whimper from overstimulation.

Almost immediately you collapsed, landing on the plush pillows with a thud and a groan. You were spent, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed about it, the afterglow leaving you in an unwavering state of euphoria. Your eyes shut and you were immobile, boneless in a way that would usually leave you feeling vulnerable, but you knew there was nothing to fear. You weren’t sure how long the silence had stretched for when you finally spoke.

“Fuck, that was really good,” you muttered, not even caring about how cliché it sounded. You didn’t get a response, and you opened your eyes to find that Heavy had left the bed, cleaning himself up and retrieving one of the water bottles that were distributed among the mercs. When he was back at your side he lifted you upright, pressing the cool bottle into your still shaky hands.

You barely managed to get the cap off as Heavy gently encouraged you to drink. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the feeling of being cared for. “Thank you, Misha,” you said after taking a long drink from the bottle, nearly downing half of it once you realized how thirsty you were. He made a soft sound of acknowledgement as he began to clean you up to the best of his ability, letting you relax comfortably once you placed the bottle on the nightstand and collapsed back onto the bed.

It didn’t occur to you in the moment that with you splayed out on the mattress, Heavy couldn’t exactly fit next to you. However that problem was solved with little effort when he simply maneuvered your aching body for himself, making you gasp as you were essentially placed on top of him, draped over his immense body.

“Is this comfortable for you?” you asked, raising your head as much as your energy sapped body would allow you to. “I mean, I’m literally about to fall asleep on top of you.”

“This is fine,” he said with a smirk, seeming to find the very idea that you could make him uncomfortable to be humorous. “You are like a…” he thought for a while, searching for the right term, before his eyes lit up. “Weighted blanket! Very comfortable.” He draped an arm over your back, keeping you securely pressed against him as if to emphasize his point.

You chuckled softly, finding yourself at peace with that explanation and letting yourself relax, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Heavy’s breathing under your head. If you listened closely enough you could probably make out the steady beat of the ubercharge heart, a staccato rhythm that lulled you to sleep within moments.

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rorichuu · 3 months

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Hello! If it's not too troublesome, I'd like to request a head cannon/reaction to all the TF2 mercs with a partner super sensitive to touch!, specific around the neck, back and hips!

I'd like this to be male oriented please!

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: all mercs x m!reader

authors note: some romantic, some not... but i recently got back into my tf2 phase so please excuse if I'm a bit rusty (especially with soldier's, I'm still learning how to write him)... hope you enjoy it!

disclaimer: as someone who hc's pyro as aroace, i will be making their's platonic... i hope this is alright! but if you were especially looking forward to pyro's, i can make an edit or two to fix that for ya.

scout:

personally, i see scout being a very physical lover. (nothing sexual, just light touches, holding your hand, leaning against you, etc.)

so, when he found out you were sensitive to his touch, he LOVED it.

he especially loves how much of a reaction it gets out of you, really.

whenever you're on the battlefield, he'll most definitely run past you (only if you're in the safe) and graze your lower back.

one time he even started to backpedal as soon as he did so, all to just see your reaction... he loves it!

...

a personal favorite headcanon of mine is that he's an ass tapper...

i don't make the rules, sorry.

soldier:

not a very huge physical touch guy, i'll be honest.

in the romantic aspect of it, anyway.

he shows his affection through acts of service!

but he's pretty big into roughhousing/wrestling!

once you two, and a few other mercs, were participating in a good ol' arm wrestling contest

so far, heavy has won (quite obviously)... but he was voted out pretty fast since it was mad unfair (we love you tho, sorry heavy)

but, the person who was winning so far was soldier... and scout had failed miserably against him for the 20th time

"that's dumb! i won fair and square! he just cheated, did ja' see that?!"

scout went flexing for a good 2 minutes before it came up to you

soldier saw you approach and he had the DUMMBBESSSTT SMILE ON HIS FACE

his heart melts to honey whenever he sees you I swear

but anyway

it was your turn and you had quite a determined expression on your face

you were hand-in-hand and the other mercs were shouting for either one of you

while the mix of chorals of cheers were sung in the room, you had mustered just about all your strength to slam his fist into the table

...

get the man a cold rag he's burning up

GOD HES SO IN LOVE WITH YOU

YOU JUST DEFEATED HIM IN AN ARM WRESTLING FIGHT

HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

but once you two pulled away, soldier grazed just below your inner palm; your wrist where it bends.

all of a sudden, all noise started to fade out

your face was BEET red and your hand was massaging your wrist

soldier started to notice the state you were in just after he picked you up and started cheering: "THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!!!!" so proud

but when he noticed you, he was asking what was wrong... but you just shrugged it away and tried to hide your face

. . .

tbh, he didn't quite understand what got you so blushy that day... and it was sticking with him the entire week

when he asked you why you were, you explained it to him... and he very bluntly asked if he could keep touching you like that (ONLY IF YOU LIKED IT! if you don't, he made it his sworn duty to give you your space!!)

if you agreed and said it was alright, he'd find ways to just hold ya :)

he loves you so much I'm gonna explode

pyro:

again, to me, pyro is aroace! meaning, i don't see pyro being in a romantic nor sexual relationship with anyone.

but they LOVE physical touch

they love hugs, leaning against you, or just holding your hand

but when you two were on the field, on a particularly hot day, there was a fly claimed on your neck.

their immediate thought is to help! so, with those big gloves of theirs, they graze your neck to successfully drive the pest away! woohoo!!! but also... why were you so flushed?

"mmph, mphhr, mphr!?" worried they might've done something wrong, they asked what was the matter/if you were okay.

understanding the tone in their voice, you waved your hand in a 'don't worry about it' manner... but you ended up explaining your sensitivities.

pyro understood!

and whether you like physical touch or not, pyro holds your hand/tries their best to keep their distance the best they can

(and if you don't like it, sometimes engineer has to remind pyro (they forget sometimes)... but they mean so well!!!!!!)

demo:

TOUCHY

SO TOUCHY (especially when he's drunk)

loves your flushed face whenever he grazes your hips (hip/thigh lover, can't tell me otherwise)... he gets absolutely drunk off your reaction

referencing back to him being a complete thigh lover, I'm not even joking, he could drown in your thighs

if y'all ever get intimate: kisses. every. where.

so he's always touching you whenever he can

demo always has a hand on your hips somehow... whether it's him absolutely plastered and holding you from behind, rubbing your waist, or any way he can get his hands on you... he's there.

but, when demo is sober, he's more lovey than passionate (lol)

he's either rubbing your back or has his hand on your thigh

if anything, it's more of a comfort to him to always be holding you somehow

heavy:

tbh, heavy grazed your hip on accident

not even joking, he passed right by you (and since the man is a literal giant) the knuckle of his hand grazed you

you let out a gasp, making the man turn to you with a raised eyebrow

he questioned why you were so flustered... he apologized right? did he hurt you?

since he's so big, he worries if he'll hurt you (especially if you're hugging or shaking hands (platonic or not))... so he's always aware of his strength

when you explain to him that you have places where you’re particularly sensitive… he understood

engineer:

ohhh yeah, now we're getting to my favorite merc MUWHAHWAHHA

but anyway

engineer is a very polite man! southern hospitality all the way.

one time you were in a pretty deep conversation with pyro, listening closely and intently to every word they spoke

but you were also in the way of the hallway... engineer swiftly laid a hand on your back, whispering a small: "'Scuse me, honey bee..." before slipping past the two of you

FACE. HOT RED.

didn't notice it AT ALL

bro just kept on walking

he didn't think ANYYYTHING of it

he was just tryna pass by his boyfriend... nothing much right?

but engie kept on doing it! whenever he had to slip past you or silently greet you, he'd rest a hand on your lower back or graze your shoulder with his palm

...but he did notice it the dozenth time.

engineer noticed the way your eyes darting elsewhere, the flushed cheeks and your biting your lip... it was obvious you were very sensitive to his touch

and if you didn't show him you disliked it otherwise (and if you did, he'd most definitely stop doing it without your permission or desire to) he'd keep finding ways to touch you

he'd act all smooth about it too, like he didn't do anything

"What's the matter, darlin'? ... dunno what you're talkin' about."

LIKE OKAAAYYYY WE GET ITTT

but if you confronted him he'd prob smother you in kisses

he loves you so much he's gonna evaporate

medic:

y'all had a scheduled check-up

every merc does

and it was your turn in line

it was simple! check your heart, your reflexes... the gist... but you had something buggering with your back

it had ached horribly since your last battle on the field the previous day

apparently, the respawn machine bugged and didn't get rid of the bruise on your back from the enemy spy

of course, the wound was healed... just not so much the pain.

so medic checked it out!

"Ah, I see... can I see your back, junge?"

once you lifted the back of your shirt, medic gently placed two hands on the lower sides of you

asked if he could see if there was anything physically upsetting in the muscle... but when his cold hands grazed your skin, you jolted away

medic was wide-eyed and pulled his hands back before cracking into a smirk

"Cold, Liebe?"

extra tender when he checks up on you

but in other cases, he'd probably keep his hands to himself - i'd imagine he's not very physical in other scenarios

sniper:

sniper likes his space... we all know this

the guy is a loner! of course he's touch starved and touch puts him into overdrive!

but when you guys started dating, he eased more into the whole physical touch aspect of it

small things like shoulder-to-shoulder, hand-in-hand, all that goodness... but he decided to take a small leap

you two were sitting in the rec room... he was laid back in his seat with you beside and separate from his chair.

his hand snaked up your back and started to caress the back of your neck

almost immediately pulled back when you let out a small yelp

"Sorry, roo... didn't mean ta' startle ya."

feels so bad until you explain it to him

he thought he did somethin' bad or embarrassing HAHA

he's very new to this whole touch thing give him a second

but once he realizes that you're just sensitive/ticklish in those areas, he laughed it off

HE WAS SO NERVOUS BUT WAS HIT IN THE FACE WITH YOU JUST BEING TICKLISH

was so relieved

kisses the back of your neck all the time

light little kisses on your shoulder too

ugh I love him so much

and he loves you SOOO gd much like ugh :(

spy:

SMUG. BASTARD.

always finding ways to touch or caress you

sneaky little shit too

whenever you two are on the field he'll slip by you and his fingertips will graze your back to your hips

when I say the others are drunk off of your reactions?? spy is an ALC. O. HOL. IC.

drinking in your flushed cheeks, widened eyes, stiffened figure... god he fucking loves it

and he honestly loves the power he has over you

to make you feel a certain way with his touch alone (sensitivities aside) drives him CRAAZYYYY

but he understands if you don't want to be touched if you're sensitive in negative way

he respects you and your space through and through

that's no lie!

rorichuu!

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jermer10 · 3 months

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Oh god.. this is a bit depraved but here we goHello! Uh if you are taking requests right now, could you maybe make a spicy TF2 mercs x male!reader where the reader is into weapon play (could be their reactions to simple things .. like a gasp from the gun touching their skin to something more smutty, your pick!)It'd be nice to have all mercs but if too much sniper, soldier and engineer would the the 3 favs!

TF2 male s/o with a weapon kink

18+ only, male reader | tried to add some heavier nsfw, i hope you enjoy anon!

includes: soldier, engineer, sniper tw: sexual content, weapon play kink

drabbles under the cut :P

Soldier: - Soldier knew about this kink long before he had started fucking you - he may be stupid, but he knows what an erection looks like, and you were always rock hard after watching him bash an enemy to death with his market gardener - so he decided to confront you, like any concerned teammate would - ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO ME, MAGGOT?", he pressed the shovel into your throat, backing you into a corner - subtly isn't his strong suit - "what the f..fuck..?" your skin crawled with arousal - you couldn't speak, let alone think with the rusted edge of the weapon tugging at your skin - "why do you ask?" you choked out, face flushed in embarrassment - Soldier shamelessly palmed your erection, "THAT'S WHY." - you groaned, jaw slack and eye brows furrowed. you expected Soldier to relent, yet he continued to stroke you through your pants. - subtly DEFINITELY wasn't his strong suit, and to be frank you were enjoying the way he was man-handling you - "I SHARE THIS...ATTRACTION." a sickening grin plastered on his rough features and his shovel pressing harder into your trachea - his body was so close to yours, backing you against the concrete walls of the base and forcing himself onto you - your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to grope at your cock - "fuuuuuck Soldier p..leas..e..." your voice was gruff, the words seemed to be drawn out of you "PLEASE WHAT, CUPCAKE?" you didn't take him for a tease - "fuhck me!" you plead, throatily moaning at the cold, stinging sensation of the shovel cutting into your throat, your cock throbbed, the fabric rubbing your dick raw - you didn't have to ask twice, Soldier pushed you to the ground, ass up, knees scraping against the concrete floor, and market gardener pressed strongly between your shoulder blades

Engineer: - he would never admit it, but if he had a dollar for the amount of times he spent fucking his fist thinking about stuffing you with the muzzle of his shotgun, he would be rich - so when was walking past your room and noticed your door ajar, hearing the unmistakable slick sounds of masturbation, he couldn't help but peer in, hoping to get some new material - and when he saw you fucking yourself with a pistol and breathily moaning his name, he knew that he had to help - "hey darlin', seems like you were callin' out my name?" he knocked on the doorframe, smirking at the way you scrambled to cover yourself - "now don't you worry, y/n...i'm here to help," your face was burning - he positioned himself behind you, leaning against the wall and pulling you into his lap - Engie pulled the gun out of your puckering hole and began thrusting - your slutty moans, accompanying the praising whispers and sticky noises of the gun and your asshole meeting repeatedly, bounced off of the walls in your bedroom - Engie, feeling the high from the moment and the power he held in his fist, clicked off the safety on the gun - you began to shake, adrenaline coursing through your veins and the fear that at any moment the trigger could be squeezed - he lazily stroked your cock with his right hand as his left drove the gun into you - even if he did kill you, you would just respawn with no memory of the last hour or so, but he wanted you to remember everything - it was all becoming too much for him, he could feel himself reaching climax as your writhing body pressed into his chest and crotch, and when he finally came, you came with him - ropes of cum lathered his hand and your bare chest, Engie was impressed, to say the least - but despite your joint climax, he wasn't finished with you

Sniper: - Sniper's hide site was in a heavily concealed room sitting atop a random abandoned building - where he was and what he was doing didn't matter, you had been targeted by the enemy team's Sniper, and despite the fact that from where he was perched you seemed clearly annoyed, he couldn't help but see the redness in your face as the other Australian cornered you time and time again with his kukri - countless backstabs from Spy, bonks with Scouts bat, nothing came close to the way your face would go beet when he held the knife to your neck before swiftly ending you - Sniper wanted to try it for himself, clearly you had some sort of attraction to him - and he would be lying if he didn't find the idea of forcing you to suck him off while holding a blade to your throat hot - he signaled you to come up to his spot, making sure no one followed you - "hey, what's up man?" you huffed, you looked exhausted - Sniper felt awkward, but the erection in his pants was unrelenting and the way your eyes met his with a sort of nervous lust didn't help - "on your knees." he simply stated, unsheathing the kukri from his belt holster - your face went blank, did you hear him correctly? was Sniper wrong about his assumption? - "oh god, you saw me with the other Sniper..." realization hit your face, and so did an embarrassed flush - you bashfully knelt, doe-eyed looking up at the New Zealander-Australian man - Sniper unbuckled his pants, his cock springing out into your face - he held the knife up to you "suck." he commanded, his face flush and his palms sweating profusely

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ghsotlv · 1 month

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I JUST SAW UR TF2 REQUESTS ARE NEWLEY OPEN IM BITING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

I am......SO desperate......for anything with a male reader with all the mercs......ESPECIALLY MEDIC AND SOLDIER (theyre my baby girls 😼‼️)

But if you want something extra specific, I would love some headcanons on how they feel about a trans guy reader!

Thankyew so much🤌🤌

YEAHHH i barely see any x male reader so yiypiyppee im so happy to do this request, i am SUPER bad at writing pyro btw im doing this in parts bc its long! so this will be scout soldier pyro and demoman.

PART 1

SCOUT

-He feel like he doesnt mind, like "okay? why are you telling me?" typa feel. If you guys are close he'll take it into consideration. He'd make sure that no one bullies you for it, and prob knocks their skull out to be honest.

-He never seems to make you feel uneasy about being trans. He never left you out of "The Boys" day. always called you dude or bro. It made you feel warm inside.

-If you guys are dating, im sure he wouldnt care if you were trans, assuming you tell him before you start dating. If you having any gender dysphoria he'll be sure to comfort you. Saying things along the lines of " Dude, youre the most handsome man ive ever met" or makes jokes to keep your mind off of it.

-If you have your period, im pretty sure scout gets the gist of it since he lived with his mom for quite awhile, he prob brings u to medic for help.

SOLDIER

-Firstly soldier was confused, but after sometime he didnt mind/forgot you were even trans.

-When you get gender dysphoria he thinks youre sick, like if you come out to breakfest he'll yell "CEDET, BACK INTO SLEEPING QUARTERS NOW. YOU ARE SICK.'' you're as confused as the medic who js gave you a check up. After you figure out what hes talking about and tell him he'll be like, "oh." and js walk away like nothing happened.

-He might use cupcake on you less, to not trigger you.

-He for sure has the "to be a real man u must work for it" mindset and WILL push you to your limit, on battlefields, training, and maybe even the bedroom lol.

-If anyone bullies you he WILL punish them bro "YOU SAY THAT THO, THEY ARE MANLIER THAN YOU, MAGGOT. 20 LAPS." will literally punch anyone who makes you feel bad abt your gender

-He LOVES when you do anything manly, like he will praise you if you just beat scout in a arm wrestle, defend your self, or kill an enemy.

PYRO

-Pyro understands when you tell them, immediately hugs you

-When youre having dysphoria, they'll cuddle you, in their little plushie fort, snacks stolen from the pantry, movie and everything!!!

-If someone makes fun of you Pyro will launch their self onto them and land a few punches, and go back into your arms like it was nothing. how sweet pyro !!!

DEMOMAN

-Demoman is super cool with it, he doesnt mind at all

-Im sure he's met at LEAST one transgender, plus he thinks its cool you trust him enough to tell him something personal

-If youre dating him, he holds you while hes drunking calling you all types of sweet names, like "my boy" or "handsome". Also he calls you lad way more often then anymore merc?? like he puts it after every sentence damn near.

#demoman x reader #tf2 x male reader #tf2 demoman #tf2 headcanons #tf2 pyro #pyro x reader #tf2 scout #scout x reader #tf2 soldier #soldier x reader #ftm reader #tf2 x ftm reader

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simp999 · 9 months

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Saw that your TF2 requests are open :) could you do some relationship headcanons with Demoman x Male reader?? If you don't want to write headcanons you can do whatever you feel most comfortable with, I don't mind :)

Have a good day!!

AHHHH DEMO MY BELOVED <333 thank you so much for requesting!!! I needed this for the soul, as an enby who likes being seen as masc www

Tf2 Demoman x Male! Reader Headcannons + Mini Drabble

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-I like to think that Demo’s very touchy-feely. Not in a weird way, it just makes him happy having an arm wrapped around your shoulders, or even simply having linked pinkies under the table.

-Like, bro-type affection if that makes sense?? He likes being gentle with you at times of course, and very much cherishes those moments, but there’s something about being able to pick you up and squeeze you tight, or pushing you around then having you giggle because of it that’s special to him.

-Back to those soft moments, he loooves hugs and cuddles, but especially when you two are super close. Like you two can be hugging for an extended amount of time and feel comfortable, then you look up at him and smile (as he melts)

-And it’d just be wrong of him to not give you a kiss right then and there, right?

-Speaking of, TONS of forehead/temple/hairline kisses. They’re his favorite to give.

-He loves any of your kisses of course, but kissing him on the jaw does something man

-Friends to lovers 100%

-He’s your #1 Hype Man tm for sure!! You do anything, it doesn’t even have to be remotely cool and he’s like “HELL YEAH! THAT’S ME BOY!! MY BOY, AAAALL MINE!!”

-Also, since magic is canon, it’s possible he believes that you’re his soulmate. Or at the very least, his good luck charm <3.

-One thing that gets me totally soft is the idea that he drinks less around you, so that he can remember special- or any- moments with you better.

-If you enjoy drinking as well, there’s sure to be nights where you two just enjoy the night and drink together.

-Though, dating him definitely involves taking care of him.

-Everytime he wakes up to you caressing his face while he has a miserable hangover, he swears he falls for you even more.

-The fact that you’re a boy wouldn’t change anything really, love is love. That’s just how Demo grew up.

-He’s not afraid to show you off to others, being so proud of you!!

-"Look at my handsome boyfriend!! Isn’t he the cutest?!"

-Speaking of praise, he gets extremely emotional about it when he’s drunk;

“Why’re ye looookin’ at me like..like that, luv?” He sways a bit as he speaks, while he sits on his bed, with you comfortably tucked in his arms.

He had drank more than usual tonight, wanting to celebrate the impressive win you had earlier that day. The celebration had ended almost an hour ago, but the two of you still wanted to spend time together.

“Am I not allowed to admire my pretty boyfriend?~”

It takes a few moments to comprehend and then put together your words, but you can see the way his face heats up. He quickly tries to hide it by hugging you, and nestling in the crook of your neck.

The two of you lay like that for a while, the position being comfortable and warm. You could easily fall asleep on him, but he backs away before you could. His voice is much quieter, and the way he mumbles makes it tough to discern what he’s saying.

“Aye, luv… ye really think I’m pretty?”

Without missing a beat, you carefully bring your hand up to caress his face, and give him a short kiss.

“The prettiest.”

Extra trans male headcanons for the soul:

-If you’re trans, he is the most reassuring and comforting man you’ll meet.

-If you ever feel dysphoric, he’s so quick to shut it down.

-No!! You’re the most handsome, strong, boyest boy he’s ever met. (Yes, that’s something he’s told you.)

-I highly doubt any of the mercs would misgender you, and none of them would ever do it on purpose. But let’s say you did run into some transphobe douche while you’re out and about, I can promise that Demo would have a short fuse. (Pun intended-)

-He’d quickly passive-agressively say that you’re his boyfriend.

-And if the ass doesn’t get the hint? Well, you won’t have to worry about them for long after they get blown up.

-If you bind, he will not allow you to do so during battle. He assures you that you can wear the binder whenever you’re out and about, or even as soon as you get back to base if it makes you feel better about yourself.

-He’s always on your ass about taking breaks and stretching, but he does it ‘cause he loves you. :)

-If you had top surgery, he LOVES kissing your scars. Or even tracing his fingers over them, through a shirt or not.

-He totally loves getting you trinkets or literally anything with the trans flag or trans flag colors on it. He buys so many stickers and pins, and even a white, light blue, and light pink plushie he found.

July.25.23

#tf2 #team fortress #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 demo x reader #tf2 demo #tf2 demoman #team fortress demoman #team fortress 2 demoman x reader #x reader #fanfic

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robin374 · 10 months

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TF2 Masterlist

All Mercs or some of them:

Mercs with a S/O who has polydactyly and is insecure about it

Mercs with a S/O who has a hard time getting them gifts

Scout, Medic, Soldier and Engie with a S/O with adhd

Lying in an interrogation (Engie, Medic, Spy)

Medic:

First kiss with Medic (Oneshot)

Medic x Reader (One-shot)

Medic with a daughter reader

Medic with a dragon hybrid S/O

Medic x Reader x Heavy relationship headcanons

Medic with a vampire S/O

RED Medic x Reader x BLU Medic (Part 1)

RED Medic x Reader x BLU Medic (Part 2)

RED Medic x Reader x BLU Medic (Part 3)

The Violinst’s Dance (Medic x Reader || One-Shot)

Incorrect Quote 1

Heavy:

Medic x Reader x Heavy relationship headcanons

Scout:

Scout with a S/O who has their facial nerves paralyzed

Sniper:

Aquarium date with Sniper

Incorrect Quote 1

Demoman:

Incorrect Quote 1

Demo with a radio announcer S/O

Soldier:

Incorrect Quote 1

Spy:

Incorrect Quote 1

Pyro:

Dominating Pyro (NSFW)

Engie:

Incorrect Quote 1

Engie x Male!Reader (SFW)

Engie x Male!Reader(NSFW)

Miss Pauling:

Miss Pauling with a chaotic S/O

Platonic + between the characters:

Mercs x reader going to an abadoned hospital

Pyro and Spy being log lost siblings

#robin's masterlist

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2frosty4you · 11 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Masterlist ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Ask/Request box rules ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

ʚ Idm if you send just to ask stuff or for any requests :33 ʚ Things I won't write: Gross shit, Pregnancies and rape/sexual assault

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Fanfictions ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

ʚ-› Child Of Light (South park x reader) - [PAUSED] GEN “You’re like the sun, a ball of brightness and full of joy. But what happens when you have to move away, away from your friend and everyone who understood you. Maybe then people will see the other side of the sun.”

ʚ-› Scorched (Tf2 x reader) - [ONGOING] FEM “The world was full of people who despise (Y/n) (L/n). Be it due to the amount of carnage they engage in, to the perfect privileged life they seemed to live. Being supported so suspiciously through bank transactions ending with the company name; Mann.Co. Suspicions arise as they are taken away to live in the shoes of a deceased merc inside of 'Teufort'.”

ʚ-› Knife In The Frame (Zack Addy x reader) - [PAUSED] FEM

"Dr. (Y/n) (L/n), proudly a great forensic pathologist and toxicologist and head of her own forensic building in New York. Being friends with Cam she takes over her post while she goes on holiday." "But (L/n)'s keeping a secret, one which will be exposed if she doesn't keep it hidden from the Jeffersonian."

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Oneshots ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

(to be added!!!)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Head Canons ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

↬ Tf2

ʚ-› All Mercs ⭐With a reader who’s bloodthirsty but kind to animals 🌸GEN ⭐Mercs comforting teen reader after toxic relationship 🌸🌼GEN ⭐Mercs find out teen!reader takes sole care of siblings 🌸🌼GEN

ʚ-› Scout ✧ Crushing on you 🌸 FEM ⭐Cuddling with him 🌸FEM ✧ Comforting him through a thunderstorm 🌸FEM ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN

ʚ-›Soldier ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Pyro

ʚ-›Demoman ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Heavy

ʚ-›Engineer ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐Sub Engie🌹GEN ⭐Falling for a friend pursuing Phytotoxicology 🌸GEN

ʚ-›Medic ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐Falling for a friend pursuing Phytotoxicology 🌸🌼GEN

ʚ-›Sniper ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM

ʚ-›Spy ✧ Crushing on you 🌸FEM ⭐ Convinced him to keep a stray pet 🌸 GEN

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Drabbles ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

↬ Tf2

ʚ-› All Class ⭐Flustering the Mercs 🌸FEM ⭐Finding you asleep with a cat 🌸GEN ⭐Mercs reacting to underage reader being catcalled 🌼FEM ⭐ Mercs reacting to Teen Reader getting hurt in battle 🌼GEN

ʚ-› Scout

ʚ-›Soldier

ʚ-›Pyro

ʚ-›Demoman

ʚ-›Heavy

ʚ-›Engineer

ʚ-›Medic

ʚ-›Sniper

ʚ-›Spy

Updated 5.03.2024

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5eraphim · 1 year

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Can you do Classic Heavy from TF2 x reader dubcon?

(I’m assuming this is for classic Heavy from the Comics, not the games because, as far as I know Classic game Heavy has, like- no characterization whatsoever. Comics Heavy sure does though! Wow what a scumbag! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3)

Summary: Reader is a Spy on a mission to scope out a thought to be abandoned base where the Classic team members used before their deaths. Upon discovering the stubborn members clinging to life the hunter becomes the hunted, and must do whatever it takes to make it through the night alive.

Character: Classic Heavy (Team Fortress 2 Comics)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI)

Word count: 6.4k (it KILLS me this turned out so long and im actually happy w how it turned out bc NO ONE likes this guy and I already know maybe 5 people are actually going to read this💀)

Content Warnings: Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(LAST EDITED 5/27/2023)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

The only thought running through your head while you sprinted wildly, blindly away from the enemy. You were told the base was abandoned. Everyone back home was sure the classic team was dead and gone. As if you needed the help of the loud-mouthed idiot your team called a Scout. You might've been just a Spy, but you weren't intimidated. Yet here you were, fleeing for your life from the rival team who were, quite apparently, still alive. Generally, you wouldn't be alone on a mission like this. This must be your karma for insisting you take on this job yourself. But worse than being unpartnered, you were without your cloaking device. You were so arrogant to leave it behind, and now you paid dearly for that mistake. It was impossible not to cringe thinking back to how confident you were to handle an "easy" scoping mission like this all by yourself.

All moments leading to this bloody chase were a wild blur. One moment you were wondering what you thought was an abandoned base. The next, you were running for your life, pursued by two of the mercenaries of your rival group.

None of it made sense, but you were too scared to question how Gray's mercenaries were still alive. Fortunately, the fortress was absolutely massive, and despite being well into the heart of the building by the time you were spotted, there was more than enough room to run and try and throw them off your trail. And you figured if you could figure out how to come out the way you came in, you should be able to slip away without being captured. But, unfortunately, you weren't prepared for the sight of one of the other ex-mercs waiting at the exit, as though waiting for you to try and escape that way. You had no idea how he knew to choose this area to guard, but it was no longer an option. Just your luck. Upon seeing this, you pressed your back against the wall to try and remain out of sight. But you didn't have time to think. If you wanted to live, you needed to do something now.

Thinking fast, you pulled the mask off your head, balling it up and throwing it away with slightly awkward, fumbling hands. Pulling your suit jacket off, you let it fall to the ground as you forced yourself to run forward, untucking your shirt, fingering your hair, and trying to look as disheveled as possible. If the ex-mercenaries knew you were a member of their rival team, a Spy nonetheless, they wouldn't hesitate to kill you instantly, as cruelly as possible. But if you could convince Cheavy you were just a citizen who got lost and wound up here, he would let you slip by. It was unlikely, but your back was against the wall, and Cheavy was your last chance. This is it. There's no other way out. You'll have to go through him first, as he guarded the exit like a minotaur in a labyrinth. You ran into the room, halting, pretending you only just now noticed he was there. Obviously poised for a fight, expecting a mercenary to be the one running around the base was considerably confused at the sight of you. Doing your best to look helpless and bewildered, you froze in place. He lowered his weapon from the firing stance and stared you down as your mind raced with what to do next.

"Who are you?"

His voice was harsh and gravelly, while you'd only seen pictures of the Classic Heavy before, and hearing his voice made him all the more terrifying. You gave him an alias, your voice just above a trembling whisper.

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

"I-I don't know, I swear! I was traveling past, and I must've gotten turned around! I know I shouldn't have entered, but I thought this place was empty! I'm so sorry- I only meant to rest here a moment; the next thing I know, they're firing at me! Please, I don't want any trouble!"

While you did your best to appear meek, dazed, and innocent, you began to slowly inch your way down the side of the wall, trying to get closer to the door. You began to regret the plan more and more the longer you felt Cheavy's piercing eyes bearing down on you. He stepped back, entirely blocking the exit with his body, and you stopped moving, all but cowering in fear at the sight of him. He didn't look convinced, or maybe he just didn't care. If he had to slaughter an innocent life, he would do it. He had no incentive to let you live, and you feared you severely overestimated your evasiveness.

"Please just let me out, and you'll never see me around again! I didn't see anything- I just, I'm so sorry!"

He looked you up and down as if contemplating something to himself.

"If I let you out now, you'd get sniped in a second. So if you want to live, you're going to have to wait it out."

You were afraid it would come to this, but it would seem you had no other choice. If you wanted to avoid being ripped to shreds by the other mercenaries, you needed help. More specifically, you would need Cheavy to protect you. A tall order for such a seemingly apathetic man. But you had to try. The sound of a gunshot in the distance startled you. If you kept wasting time like this, they would immediately find you.

"Please, will you protect me?! I-I know I don't have anything to offer, but I'll do anything you want, I swear!"

He paused for a moment to consider. You clasped your hands together, your body tense and shaking in fear. You hated how he looked at you as if he wanted to draw out the moment as long as possible, regarding your fear with dim entertainment.

"I can hide and cover for you in my quarters. Are you really willing to follow?"

You knew what he was asking of you, and you didn't like it one bit. But you had a team counting on you to make it back to them, and if this is what it took to live to see your own base again, you didn't have much of a choice. You forced yourself to look him in the eye as you nodded once. He returned the gesture.

"You better follow close then. Try to run, and you die, got it?"

With that last command, he walked past you, listening intently to ensure the coast was clear before leading you deeper into the fortress, guiding you by the hand every step with a white-knuckled fist. You had to run to keep up with him, surprised at how much faster he moved than the Heavy you knew on your team. He moved decisively, knowing exactly where he was headed, and wasting no time to get there, racing up stairwells and across the halls until he stopped at the door he was looking for. He pushed the creaking door open, pulling you inside before slamming it shut behind him.

You shuffled aside to put a bit more distance between the two of you, nervously peering over the room while he turned to lock the door, kicked off his boots, and slid off his goggles, sliding them onto a rickety shelf on the wall. The room appeared bare, like a hospital room, all practicality with no comfort. If not for the military weaponry and equipment surrounding the desk, you'd never think this room belonged to someone like Cheavy.

You couldn't ignore the dismay and dread you felt when your eyes landed on his unmade bed in the far corner of the room. While you were still looking over the room, you felt Heavy's arms wrapping around your body, pulling your back to his chest as he held you there with a painful tightness. Your arms were effectively pinned at your sides, and you could feel your back trying to arch away from his body, but your strength was no match for his own.

"It's been a long time since there's been fresh meat around here. I can't remember the last time I've held a warm body like yours. It's been too long since I've had something like you all to myself."

He spoke in a low, guttural voice as he allowed his hands to glide along your body. Slipping a hand under your blouse, you shuddered at the skin-to-skin contact. It unnerved you how he described you as though you were nothing but an object or a means to an end for his own pleasure. Despite how needy he claimed to be, there was something so controlled about his movements, almost like he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. Nuzzling his head against the top of your head, he inhaled the smell of your hair, moaning a little on the exhale.

"You'll do well for me. I can tell."

The hand under your top left your skin to hold onto one side of your blouse while his other hand gripped the other. With a tense slowness, Cheavy pulled the two sides away from one another, and you swallowed nervously as you could hear the bottom button straining before popping off, not yet exposing any skin, but enough for you to truly feel the coolness of the room as the fresh air ghosted over your flesh. But he didn't stop with that. Cheavy continued working slowly, deliberately popping off the second button and watching it bounce away onto the floor. He could feel how heavy your breath grew as you fidgeted nervously against his body, helplessly watching as he continued to rip off your blouse.

"I want to watch you take the rest of it off. Nice and slow."

You nodded, beyond thankful he was the one suggesting letting your body go, but before he did, you winced as he tightened his grip, whispering into your ear.

"I hope you're not stupid enough to try and run away because I'm promising you now, you won't make it far, and you won't like what happens when I get my hands on you."

He detached suddenly, and you felt a rush of fresh air wash over you as you could now breathe unrestricted. He walked over to the bed and motioned with his head for you to join him. You felt kitten-legged as you followed, treading as softly as possible on the creaking floor. He took his place at the head of the bed, sitting upright, resting his back against the wall behind the bed while you sat at the foot. Despite trying to get as much distance between the two of you as possible, his long legs took up a significant amount of the bed. He spread them slightly, narrowing his eyes. You knew instantly that meant he wanted you closer, and you completed, crawling over until you were at his knees, kneeling upright. Despite how he sat down while you knelt, you couldn't help but notice you still weren't much taller than him like this.

"C'mere, I wanna feel you sitting on my thigh."

You only then entirely noticed how dense and powerful his thighs looked. The Heavy you knew was comically top-heavy, his legs looking almost stubby in comparison, but the Classic was much more proportional. You couldn't help but admit his thighs didn't look like a bad place to perch. Ignoring the current circumstances. Walking over on your knees, you felt him put one hand on your hip and the other on your upper thigh, guiding you into place with a thankful soft grasp. You slowly settled down your weight until you were fully sitting on his thigh. The embarrassing position was made all the more humiliating as you felt with the thigh between his legs the presence of the bulge in his pants with your leg slotted between his legs.

His hands rubbed encouraging circles into your skin as you undid the top button. It was a shame he so brutishly ruined such an expensive shirt, but that was the least of your worries currently. You could feel his hungry eyes on your tits as your bra came fully into view, but you didn't have the courage to look at him, instead turning your face down to watch your hands working to fully expose yourself to the man. Finally, when you reached the bottom of your blouse, you shrugged it off onto the bed. He positioned his hands so both were on your waist, specifically at the top of your trousers.

"I wanna see these gone next."

He lightly pushed his thigh up against your groin to emphasize his words. You grit your teeth at the unwanted yet not entirely unpleasant friction between your legs as you undo your pants, Cheavy letting you go just enough to kick your pants off before settling back in place on his thigh. He used both hands to pull you forward until your bare skin pressed against his still-clothed body. Then, with one hand on your cheek, he moved your face to finally meet you at eye level before pulling you into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. He groaned as he rolled his tongue around your mouth, feeling your tongue shyly returning some affection. This momentarily held his attention until he decided he needed more.

He used both hands to unhook your bra and off your body without breaking the kiss. Then, with a crushing force, you felt his hands clamp down over your tits, squishing them together and rolling his thumbs over your nipples. Next, Cheavy broke the kiss to bring his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, where he began to suckle and nibble at the thin skin. You grit your teeth at the way his touch continued to turn you, clenching your thighs tighter around his thigh. He shamelessly continued to paw at your chest even when you encircled his wrists with your hands, trying weakly to push out of his hold. Genuinely, you weren't trying to piss him off. You just wanted a moment to catch your breath. But when Cheavy suddenly pushed his thigh up between your legs again, you couldn't help but arch your back forward, leaning all the more into his touch.

He eventually broke contact with your neck to begin undoing his harness, but you interrupted.

"Here, lay back down. Let me do it for you."

He watched you with charmed eyes as you willed your hands into motion to undo the harness he wore over his undershirt. Anyone could tell you were scared by how your hands trembled and fumbled to complete the task of stripping him down. Despite being almost entirely nude, you felt a humiliating flush of shame. All the while, he stared you down, eyes half-lidded with lust. He moved with you to remove the harness and his shirt before pushing them off the bed. His broad chest, massive with a decent layer of blubber, was coated with coarse ungroomed body hair, and you couldn't help but notice the thick happy trail leading down to his pants. He was much leaner than the Heavy you knew, but that wasn't saying much, and he was no lightweight. His body had remained well intact, despite being what you assumed must've been at least into his 50s. Heavy's chest and upper arms were decorated with thick veins, just like the ones you noticed earlier on his neck.

You were humiliated by the way you were momentarily distracted by his body, but you couldn't help but find yourself staring. He was built like a bull, a feral animal. The broadness of his chest, the mighty length of his shoulders, rising and falling evenly with every breath he took. Reaching out, you ran your hands down his chest feeling Heavy's thick skin adorned with ample scar tissue, using your fingers to lightly prod at the skin, feeling his body shake with an easy laugh.

"You like what you see?"

"You're so, I mean, my God, you're absolutely massive…."

He shrugged at this, taking great pleasure. Your hands felt so small and soft against his body as you reluctantly felt him up. Soon enough, your hands began to drift a little lower, smoothing over the thick layer of fat over his lower belly, and you steeled yourself to finally undo his pants. Heavy rolled his hips forward to meet your hands as you undid the top button, wanting to undo them quickly, like pulling off a bandaid.

Because of this, you were completely caught off guard when you realized Heavy wore nothing under his pants. Forcing you to finally come face to face with his cock, already fully erect, enhanced with thick veins, and just as thick as you feared. Even though you could only see as much as his open pants would allow you to tell, judging by his pubes, his lower body must've been just as hairy as his upper body.

"I'm not one to take mercy on the enemy. So for your sake, I suggest you don't half-ass this."

Ever since you met Heavy, you were instantly intimidated by his voice, but this line, in particular, sent a chill down your spine as you felt a fresh wave of fear wash over you. But he was right. If you wanted to make it, you needed to earn it, and he wanted you arousing, not simpering and begging for mercy. Though you knew in the back of your mind, seeing you so feeble and cowering at least caught his attention long enough not to shoot you the moment he laid eyes on you. Just focus already, and get it over with! You mentally screamed at yourself.

And so you did.

Cupping both your hands around his shaft, you worked up a bit of saliva in your mouth before rolling your tongue very slowly along the underside of his cock. Heavy's head tipped back, sighing with relief as you used your fingers to massage along the base of his dick, keeping the pleasure going while you fought back nausea and forced yourself to go back down. Pulling your hand away, you spit on your fingers, doing the same with the other hand. He was massive, and you wanted to try and minimize as much friction as possible. You could feel him throbbing with your hands when you licked another long line under his member, lightly flicking your tongue against his tip. Kissing the tip softly, you stretched your mouth open, ready to take as much in your mouth as you could manage.

You were hardly prepared when you felt a massive hand on the top of your head, stopping you from pulling away. Breathing through your nose, trying to ignore the pungent musk surrounding your head, you squeezed your eyes shut. Lips stretched to accommodate his shaft, he rolled his hips slightly, pushing deeper inside.

"Sto'! Yo'r 'oo 'ig!"

There was a good chance he couldn't hear your whimpering over the sound of his strained breathing, as well your own choking sounds as you tried to keep breathing, but there was an ever greater chance he simply didn't care. Foolishly you moved your hands from around his base to fist at the sheets, trying to pull your head away, Cheavy didn't like that. But fortunately for him, he happened to have your head completely in his hands, and thus could use you to compensate for the loss of tightness. With a low groan, he forced your head down even lower until the tip reached the back of your throat. Despite all this, you did your best to keep sucking away, to use your tongue, and to move your head around the best you could.

Clearly, your efforts were paying off, as you could feel his movements begin to grow even needier. His grip on the back of your head tightened painfully, and his hips jerked up sharply, his precum beginning to dribble out the sides of your mouth, though you could feel the stuff mixing with your drool as it leaked down your chin. After a bit more of this, you felt his entire body tensing up as he shot his whole load into your mouth. You could feel your stomach growling and twisting with disgust as you felt the hot stuff slide down your throat, followed by a salt-water-like aftertaste. Finally, he released his hold on your head, allowing you to disconnect from his body with an embarrassing popping sound. Thankfully you were given a moment to catch your breath as he did the same. His head rested against the wall as you cleaned up what remained of his seed off your face before wiping it away on the bed sheets.

"Lay on your back. Right now."

He hardly even gave you a moment to follow his command before roughly shoving you down on your back when you managed to sit upright, your head at the foot of the bed. Ripping your underwear with a harsh jerk, he pulled them down your legs before dropping them off the side of the bed. You stared up at the ceiling, hearing him remove his pants before they joined your clothes on the floor. You watched him draw closer from your peripherals until he kneeled directly before you. Cheavy took hold of your thighs in both hands without waiting for your permission and spread them wide, keeping them painfully pinned down to the bed. The suddenness and force at which he grabbed you caused you to yelp in alarm and squirm in discomfort and fear under his touch, though you didn't have a chance to break free from his hold. He chuckled, crushing his fingers against your flesh even harder, causing you to wince and grit your teeth to try and withstand the pain.

"Don't tell me you're scared now, little girl. The fun's just getting started."

You shook your head no but knew he could read the pain on your face clear as day. You were too scared to look down, too terrified of the sight below. Your most dangerous of advisories was just a breath away from your vulnerable sex, and there was nothing you could do to protect yourself now. It hardly mattered to Cheavy, he knew you were scared out of your mind, and that was all he needed. Using the tip of his tongue, he lightly licked up, collecting the wetness that continued seeping out of you. He felt a new excitement rising within himself, watching your smaller body twitch and writhe, pinned to the bed under his massive hands. He wanted to draw out the moment, really he did, but when his tongue reached your clit, Cheavy teased the swollen bundle of nerves, the sound of your moans so beautifully complemented by your unsteady breathing, he just about lost all sense of self-control.

Connecting his lips to your body, he kissed your clit, sucking in, messily rolling his tongue against you, shuddering with pleasure as he finally tasted your tempting body. But he needed more. Greedily he continued to suckle, leading one of your thighs, guiding it to wrap around the back of his head. The friction of his facial hair against your inner thighs felt so bizarre, unlike anything you'd felt before, but it was hardly enough to distract you from what his mouth was doing between your legs. You felt him use his free hand to slide two gnarly fingers inside you, collecting more wetness and only briefly breaking contact with you to suck his fingers clean.

God, he was moving too fast, too harshly, but you couldn't deny it all felt so good. But it was better than good. There was something about being manhandled by this hulking brute that was such a turn-on. Feeling his heavy body bearing down against you, pumping his fingers in and out while his drool mixed with the slick between your legs. You could feel the pressure building deep in your gut, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Then, rolling your head back, you felt your climax coming closer. Surely he could feel it too, you were throbbing, and you could feel your heart race in anticipation.

But just as you took a deep breath, preparing for your final release, you felt his fingers pull out, his mouth disconnect. Making a disappointed noise, you pulled away from the mattress a little to look down at him. Heavy, still pinning one of your legs down with his hand pulled away from you, your leg sliding down, disconnecting from the back of his head. Biting your lower lip, you were thankful for the dim lighting in the room. You didn't want a full view of his face covered in your slick.

"You want to come too? Make yourself useful and get on top of me."

For such a simple command, it took nearly all your strength to stop your knees from knocking together as you used your arms to push yourself up to a sitting position. Looking at the head of the bed, Cheavy sat upright with his back to the headboard, waiting for you to sit on his lap. From the looks of him, you figured he was just as turned on as you were, his cock hard and already beginning to leak precum. Of course he was already hard.

Given how intensely he was staring you down, looking Cheavy directly in the eye was impossible. Keeping your head down, sulking forward when you got to his feet, you looked up, unsure what he wanted from you.

"Closer."

Nodding, you padded closer, swallowing your nerves. You spread your legs, straddling Cheavy's thighs, grabbing his shoulders to keep steady. Impatiently, Cheavy reached out, and with a harsh grip on your hips, he pulled you closer until your core was just over his tip. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Cheavy run one of his huge hands along your hip towards your backside, your soft flesh feeling warm and inviting to Cheavy as he watched you try to conceal your arousal by hiding your face, but you couldn't hide this. He knew a part of you clung to your personal decency, too afraid to fully let go and give into pleasure, not like that would last much longer anyway.

Tightening your grip on his shoulders, you ran your pussy along the underside of his cock, adding a bit of slickness to his hefty shaft. You were almost too scared to look, trying not to think about the pain and forcing yourself to keep moving. Judging by how his cock throbbed against you, he wanted you right now. Still, despite your own desires, you were almost too scared to move further. You knew it was too late to turn back, but you still felt utterly unprepared. You could tell he wanted you to be the one to move first as he was eerily still below. You didn't need to look down, using your sense of touch to align your core with his member as you forced yourself to lower down to envelope his head. It stung like hell. Despite how you prepared for this moment, he was still hung as hell, and you couldn't help but fear what would happen if it didn't fit.

Cheavy shifted his arms, one wrapping around the back of your neck, holding the back of your head in the palm of his hand, and the other wrapping around your waist. You were surprised he wasn't slamming into you or forcing himself inside, instead taking you in his arms almost soothingly.

"Deeper- Now!"

"I'm trying!"

Despite being on your knees and heavily sitting down, the two of you were still, just about at eye level, as you could feel his hot breath against your neck and face with every word he spoke. You gasped, feeling him push up just a little to encourage you to go on. Using your grip on his shoulders, you drew closer, wrapping your arms around the back of his head, connecting your cheeks together.

The sting was still there, but you fought back, forcing yourself to take more, the pain dulling the longer you got used to feeling something so massive inside. His head leaned back a little, signing in relief as you finally managed to take all of him inside you. You heard him inhale deeply, breathing in your scent, moaning in pleasure at the sensory overload of the moment before giving in entirely.

"You think you're ready? You need me to move first?"

Whispering in his ear, you answered,

"I am."

Needing no further incentive, you felt his hips begin to rock below you. The stinging started to fade away as he moved surprisingly adept beneath you. The feeling replaced by pleasurable friction. It felt wrong to want him so bad, but you didn't even care. For just a moment, you wanted nothing more than to chase your own pleasure, taking Cheavy right along with you. The lewd sound of wet skin against skin accented by the headboard hitting the wall behind the bed and the combined sound of your choppy breathing. Cheavy's arm slithered down from your waist to your crotch as he found your clit again. He used his fingers to roll the bud between his fingers, pinching lightly, massaging the skin with a skill you'd never expected from him.

It was getting harder and harder to keep up. You felt so tiny and under his control on his lap, your mind lost to the pleasure. You felt a familiar burning feeling deep in your gut, though now you were rolling and grinding your hips against his, feeling how you were arousing him just as intensely. His hand on the back of your head tightened as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back slightly. Gasping in surprise, your little reaction only encouraged his roughness as he wounded his fingers deeper into your hair, the pull increasing in strength the closer he was to his climax. And with one more pull on the back of your head, in perfect sync with a pinch to the clit you came right then and there, riding Heavy needily as you wanted to draw out your orgasm the best you could, now mentally sending your blessings to this psychopath and his huge cock. You pushed away from his shoulders with your hands, your back arching in pleasure as your entire body went tense and rigid.

Feeling your body coming against his was the final push he needed to reach his own peak. Cheavy shot his load straight into you, hips bucking the cum deeper inside as he pounded into you mercilessly. Even after his orgasm, he continued to mindlessly pump into you, feeling the pleasurable aftershocks of his orgasm beginning to settle in.

Cheavy's shoulders slumped, and his head followed suit, bobbing slightly as he tried to catch his breath while you were still buzzing from your orgasm, unable to do anything but brace your weight against his shoulders. You were still trying to find your bearings as you felt him carefully pull out, keeping hold of your waist to keep you steady. You were distantly aware of the feeling of his seed dripping between your legs, down your thighs. Momentarily forgetting yourself, you slackened his grip, falling into his chest. For all the mental and physical pain you'd suffered today, you desperately wanted to be held, to feel just a morsel of comfort, no matter from who.

This didn't last too long, as Cheavy began to shift in bed, easily moving your body with his. Going from sitting up in bed to laying down. Feeling your initial fear of Cheavy resurfacing, you timidly shifted from resting your body on top of his to laying on your side right next to him. You curled into the fetal position with your back to him, not quite in pain but far from at ease. You were filled with dread as you couldn't help but wonder if you could trust him to hold up his side of the bargain now that he had what he wanted. After all, you were no one to him. Just a body he could use to warm his bed.

It took everything to try and push these thoughts away. To try and convince yourself you did everything you could to survive, that come next morning, Heavy would want you gone. The feeling of Cheavy's hefty arm pulling you possessively into his chest as he repositioned to lay on his side facing you. Then in a low whisper, you heard him speak, his breath tickling the flesh of your face.

"You did well. I never thought you spies were good for much of anything. I think I'll keep you here a little longer."

With this one statement, you felt your blood run cold. Without realizing your body began to tremble. You felt cold and terrified despite how close you were to his warm body. Like a splash of frigid water, you felt goosebumps prickle, and your stomach flip. He knew. He fucking knew all along, and I fell right for it! You thought bitterly. You wanted to cry, or scream, or try and fight back, or run, but you knew it was pointless, and you'd lost the battle. He couldn't see your face, but he could tell by your unsteady breathing and tense body that you were only now realizing the situation. In a mockingly soothing gesture, he began to run his hand along your arm, hushing your ragged and fearful breathing.

"It's not every day a hostage is practically thrown right into my lap like this. But you're something special. I can feel it."

Your stomach churned with disgust and fear as you could do nothing but lay down in the grave you'd drug for yourself unknowingly. You couldn't budge an inch from his body, given his hold on you. With a trembling voice, you spoke,

"How did you-"

"I've seen your wanted posters with the rest of your team. That mask of yours doesn't hide as much as you think it does. I had a hunch it was a spy stirring up my team, and the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew."

"But why this! Why not just kill me if you hate me so much?"

You couldn't hide the distress in your voice nor the sobs you no longer had the strength to hide.

He pulled you a little tighter.

"Like I said, it's been too long since I've seen some fresh meat around here. And all the better, a little spy. I hate your type, you know that? You think you're so clever, so sneaky, so much better than the rest of us, don't you? You, spineless Spies, don't deserve a quick death. Your kind has been a thorn in my side for too long, I can't kill you all, but I sure as hell can make you pay on their behalf."

You wanted to question him further as though you had anything to say for yourself. You were an embarrassment to spies everywhere, and now you were stuck here, against your will and under enemy command.

"You'll make a nice little bargaining chip. Your teammates must be so worried about their poor little spy. But do you think they would take you back if they knew what you've done?"

You answered in a weak, cracked voice, hardly louder than a whisper.

"You're wrong. We're a team. They would never abandon me. No matter what."

He snickered in amusement as you clung to what little resilience you could muster. It was cute, really.

"You're sure about that? Do you really think they'll trust you once they find out you've fucked the enemy because you were too weak to escape? I bet if they could see you now, naked, full of my cum, and in the enemy's bed, none of them would want you back. Hell, maybe I could slit your throat right now, and they would be on my side."

You huffed, trying to prove you didn't believe him, but it wasn't until now that you realized how filthy you felt. You hated how right he was. The way you wanted to puke, feeling his sweaty chest pressing against your back, the feeling of his seed deep in your gut. How you felt like you could still feel his cum running down your throat, over your tongue, and spilling from the sides of your mouth. As much as it hurt to admit it, Heavy was right. You felt repulsive. As much as you tried to assure yourself you only did what you had to do to survive, it did nothing to stop the shame from washing over you. You felt sick to be in your own skin, fresh tears prickling in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks as you used every ounce of strength to remain cloistered, to do whatever you could to prevent giving Heavy the satisfaction of seeing you broken down and frail. Finally, with a light peck on your cheek, Heavy whispered.

"Tomorrow is gonna be a fun day for us. You'll want to get some sleep in while you can."

Suddenly you felt his hold around your body tighten as he spoke in a frighteningly low hiss.

"And if you try to escape and wake me up, I'll break your fucking spine."

You nodded rapidly, wanting nothing more than to escape his vice-like grip. Fortunately, this was all it took, and he relaxed while keeping you tightly under his arm, tucked under his chin. You could not fall asleep, but you forced yourself to close your eyes and slow your breathing. It wasn't long until you felt his breathing begin to copy your rhythm as he drifted off to sleep. You wished you could do the same, but his questions kept repeating. Of course, your team would want you back. They would understand you did what you had to do. There's no way they would see you as a traitor for doing what you needed to do to survive. Despite how you tried to assure yourself, Cheavy successfully planted seeds of doubt in your mind, and now there was no way to ignore the uncertainty lingering in your mind. Wondering if you could trust your team to want you back, fearing the worst was yet to come.

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downundergarfield · 1 year

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Uh.. hi, i guess?

Call me Garfield, lazy, hungry horny ass that pretend to be Aussie

See a lot of nice tf2 × reader NSFW / caring fics so decided I could try it too. Feel free to ask for your desires, I will try to satisfy you <:)

I write:

TF2 mercs

TF2 mercs from other media. (lil Pootis or Emesis Blue, Team Neighborhood for example.)

My TF2 OC's! Available: Samuel Wright, Hugo Hernandez, Argus Triggs.

Mercs × NB/Fem!/Male!/TM!/TW!Reader

NSFW

SFW

some fetishes (feel free to clarify, I have a great many ideas for the most perverted ideas)

care/support for the reader from mercenaries

Help with trauma, I guess? I will mark it TRIGGER ALERT! so you don't accidentally get upset

I WILL NOT WRITE

I'm not sure about the mercenary x mercenary ships, but if one of them is your OC, I don't mind.

Excessive cruelty, insults, racism, sexism, and other isms

Discord server if you are interested in discussion or general communication:

To be honest, I don't know what else to write here, just feel free to ask for anything, I'll be happy to try my hand at describing different thoughts, it will help me practice English.

Love you all, mates!!!

#tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 demo x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader #Garfield writing

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prettyboypistol · 21 days

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TF2 Scout NSFW HEADCANNONS +18

Slimey horny 16 y/o energy, hides his porn mags under his mattress and likes to talk to the imaginary girl bouncing on his dick this is canon and you can't convince me otherwise.

Again, mutters to himself, even in his wet dreams. Although, in his dreams he usually busts to the idea of fucking another dude on the battlefield to assert his dominance. It's a little cheesy, but he likes the ego boost when he's asleep

When he's awake he megapanics about the gay dreams and convinces himself that it's like- totally straight. A girl he banged a few years ago talked about dream interpretation once- it just means he has a power craving!

Has tried jerking off to men but he was so stressed out it killed his boner.

dick size: nothing to write home about tbh but it's fine i guess.

Jerks off often and needs it pretty bad, amazing recovery time tho. One time he stole Spy's weed stash and was absolutely trashed on horny vibes. Gotta say, jerking off high was almost worth the backstab he got for smoking the weed.

Has a bondage, lingerie, and feminization kink. he wants to have someone pretty all tied up and squirming in something femme for him- doesn't matter the gender presentation. He's got some internalized misogyny that he needs to work out (fuck it out of him fuck it out of him tie him up and fuck it out of him while you're in the lingerie)

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 smut #tf2 scout x m!reader #tf2 scout x reader #prettyboypistol #tf2 x male reader #tf2 x you #tf2 x mreader #tf2 mercs x male reader #tf2 mercs x reader

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meiliarotten · 7 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 4: Shoe Shine (Boot Worship)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Male!Reader

Summary: You and Medic have the base to yourselves tonight

Tags: Boot Worship, praise, boot kissing/licking/humping, sub/dom, edging, teasing

Word Count: 2.7k

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“Medic,” you whispered, barely able to get a word out between frantic kisses.

It had been weeks since your team's last victory, weeks since the rest of the mercenaries had gone out to a bar to celebrate, weeks since you and Medic had the base to yourselves. Of course, the two of you could always sequester yourselves in his private quarters, but you had to keep quiet, cushion the bedframe to keep it from slamming against the wall, and even then there was a chance someone could interrupt, especially since Medic’s quarters were directly attached to the infirmary. Needless to say, both of you were pent up.

“Medic,” you repeated yourself, still trying to get his attention. You finally got a chance to speak when his lips moved to your jaw, gradually making his way to his true target, your neck. “Medic, I want to try something.”

Medic didn’t look up, but he made a soft noise of acknowledgement. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and he seemed reluctant to leave there.

“I want to try something new,” you went on, trying to get him interested enough to look you in the eye.

“Go on, schatz. I’m listening.” It certainly didn’t seem like he was listening, considering how he immediately began suckling at your neck. You stifled a moan, trying to continue.

“I want- oh god- your boots-”

That finally got him to stop. Medic pulled away to look at you. His grin sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “Oh?” he said, tilting his head curiously. “What about them?”

“Fuck, you know what I want!” You had hinted at this before. Some lingering glances as he strutted down the halls of the base here and there, not to mention the slight disappointment in your expression every time he took them off before fucking you. You never said anything explicitly, but it was an obvious message to an observant man like Medic. Still, it seemed he wanted you to admit it loud and clear.

“Nein, liebchen. I couldn’t possibly imagine what you are thinking,” he said. His tight grip on your waist kept you from squirming. You were seated on his lap, and he held you there firmly, so simply dropping to your knees and showing him what you wanted wasn’t an option. Your face burned as you looked Medic in the eyes and sighed.

“I want to kiss your boots.” There were many, many other things you wanted to do with those boots as well, but for now you just needed Medic to hear you admit something.

He grinned impossibly wider, baring his teeth in a wolf-like manner. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he crooned, letting you go and allowing you to slide off his lap. Medic moved forward until he was seated at the very edge of the bed. You braced yourself against the floor as you leaned down, now face to face with the black leather you craved. They were shined to perfection after every battle, and you took note of the way the polished footwear reflected even the dim light in Medic’s quarters. “Go on, hase,” Medic said, driving you on.

You had been working up the courage to ask Medic for this for so long, and now you just wanted everything to be perfect. You hadn’t expected him to fall into the strict, dominant role so soon, yet it seemed to fit him perfectly. Now you just had to persevere and let your inhibitions go. Building up your conviction, you leaned down to one boot and pressed your lips to the surprisingly cool leather. Your hands balled into fists as you made your way up to the ankles. You were trying not to shake too much.

The kisses remained chaste. Even though outright licking the boots didn’t seem too far from what you were already doing, you didn’t want to get too ambitious. You reached out to grip his leg, practically digging your nails into his calf as you made your way up the shin. Medic made a soft noise of approval as you finally reached the end of the boot and rested your head against his knee, breathing hard. When you looked down, you weren’t surprised to see your cock straining against your pants.

You felt Medic’s fingers brushing over your scalp, playing with your hair. It was not unlike how one would pet an attention hungry dog. You let your eyes fall shut, hugging yourself even closer to his leg with a happy hum. “Tired already?” he asked, the question sounding completely innocent. A sudden pressure between your legs proved otherwise. You jumped, eyes snapping open to see that Medic had placed his foot against your crotch, pressing down just enough to make you whine. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly wasn’t the most comfortable feeling. Your erection twitched against the sole of the boot despite the discomfort.

“No, I’m not tired!” you said, shaking your head frantically.

Medic chuckled, low and threatening. “Then get back to work,” he said, moving his foot away. You sighed in relief. “You’ve been neglecting the other boot, liebling. Finish your work.”

“Yes sir,” you said as Medic put the opposite boot forward for you. You repeated the same actions, kissing your way from toe to ankle. Your hands were clasped around that ankle for dear life, your grip tight and desperate. You had to keep your hands occupied, knowing that Medic wouldn’t want you to touch yourself. He enjoyed watching you squirm far too much to allow that.

For all his talk of ‘neglecting the other boot,’ he didn’t even let you finish. You were halfway up the shin when he stopped you. “Alright, I think that’s enough for now.” You moved to stand, a bit disappointed that you work had been interrupted, only for Medic to clasp a hand on your shoulder and push you back down. “I didn’t say you could get up, did I?”

You looked up at him, wide eyed and clearly perplexed. You seemed to have forgotten your words, simply staring longingly at the bed. Your gaze darted between him and the mattress, looking for an explanation. All you got was a mischievous smile. Clearly, Medic had something up his sleeve.

“You are so adorable when your confused,” he said, reaching forward to pinch one of your cheeks teasingly. “Don’t worry, I think you’ll like what I have planned. Just spread your legs a bit for me.”

You did so, still kneeling, albeit in a slightly more awkward position, with your knees spread out. It would have been easier if you had something beneath you to support your weight, like a step stool. Well, there was no step stool, but you were soon provided with one of Medic’s boots, his foot now positioned beneath you so that you were straddling it. Now you were starting to catch on, glancing up at the grinning man with eager eyes. “May I?” you asked, not even trying to keep the tremble out of your voice.

“Of course, liebchen.”

You didn’t hesitate after that, grasping onto Medic’s leg and beginning to grind against the instep of the boot. You moaned, shameless and desperate for any kind of sensation. It felt good, even through the thick fabric of your pants. Still, you knew the smooth glide of the leather would feel even better against your bare cock.

“Gott, you are quite the sight.” Medic took a fistful of your hair, craning your neck upwards so you could meet his gaze. That damn smirk hadn’t left his face since you began. He was lucky you found his smug and evil smile to be so hot. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes!” you answered quickly, as if Medic couldn’t already see the pleasure you were experiencing. “Fuck, yes! It feels so good, sir!”

“That’s it, keep going,” he said, ready to encourage you and degrade you within the same sentence. It made your head spin in the best possible way. “Rut against my leg like an animal, mein kleiner hund.”

If you could have seen your cock right now, you were sure precum would be leaking down the shaft. As it was, you were already certain that a tell tale wet patch was forming over your groin. You needed Medic so badly. Simply humping his leg wasn’t enough, and he seemed to agree. Almost as if he had sensed your thoughts, Medic pulled your hair again, forcing you up. You whined at the sudden lack of sensation, despite knowing the best was yet to come, especially when you caught a glimpse of the generous tent that Medic was sporting.

“On my lap, with your back to me.” His order was curt, but the barely restrained lust in his tone was still very obvious. You had barely sat down before you felt Medic’s fingers, already slick with lube that you hadn’t even noticed him retrieve. He must have had it out beforehand, most likely stashing the bottle under a pillow the moment he heard that the others were going to the bar. “As much as I love seeing the expressions you make, I think this position will be more convenient for tonight.”

You felt a finger slip into you, gasping as it pumped in and out at a steady pace. Already you craved more, but you knew you had to prepare yourself. You took deep breaths, staying calm and relaxed until Medic could slip in a second finger, and then a third. Your whines turned to moans. You could barely restrain yourself from rocking back against Medic’s hand.

“You take my fingers so well, taube, as always.” You practically glowed beneath Medic’s praise, your face somehow managing to turn an even brighter shade of red. “Such an eager little thing.”

“Please, please more!” you begged, practically shaking with need.

Medic kept you steady with his free hand on your waist. He didn’t respond, but you felt him withdraw his fingers. You squirmed, instinctively begging him not to stop. “Hush now,” Medic said. “You will get what you want.”

That promise, along with the sound of him unzipping his fly, immediately shut you up. You were just barely aware of his tip at your entrance before he was pushing in. Medic went slowly, letting you adjust and allowing you to feel him inch by delightful inch. It was awkward at first, but you always managed to adapt fast.

Once you were comfortable, Medic wasted no time. You yelped, feeling his hands grasp your waist. With a quick motion, he lifted you and slammed you back down onto his cock. “Ride me, liebchen. Be a good boy for me.”

That was an order you were more than eager to follow. It was slow going at first as you struggled to find purchase on the edge of the mattress. Once you had some decent leverage though, you were frantically bouncing on Medic’s cock. He caressed your body in return, running those large hands up your chest and down your sides, paying special attention to areas that made your breath hitch, sometimes causing you to fall off rhythm for a moment.

The way that Medic worked you up to this moment was calculated. You knew he had long since noticed how you looked at his boots, but now you wondered if he had been planning for the moment when you would finally confess your little kink. You could imagine him fantasizing about the day that you would finally worship at his feet before riding him until completion. That mental image only spurred you on, and you began to feel the familiar buildup of pleasure deep within you.

You bit your lip, trying to keep it together. You knew that Medic liked to have complete control. That included control over when you were allowed to come. You didn’t even need to be told to hold back anymore. The struggle never got easier though, especially when Medic made a point to whisper sultry things in your ear while you writhed beneath him, or in this case, on top of him. You were grinding your hips against his, no longer properly riding him as you were before, and of course, he took notice.

“You’re squirming so much, hase,” he said, feeling the way your hips flexed beneath his hands, hands that would tighten and leave finger shaped marks on your skin. “Are you close?” All you could manage in response was a nod and an utterly pathetic noise, drawn out and high pitched. “What was that? I can’t see you nodding from back here. You’ll have to use your words.”

“Fuck! God damn it, I’m close!” you said through clenched teeth. Medic chuckled, amused by the string of curses that flowed from you, as well as the tirade of desperate pleas that followed soon after. You were working off of pure streams of consciousness at this point, unable to think of anything besides your imminent orgasm.

“Well, I suppose that counts,” he said, reaching over to wrap his fist around your cock. You were arching back against him before he even began moving his hand. Once he did, your mind went blank. You desperately called his name as he stroked you in time with how you rode him, keeping a steady pace even as you began to come. You could feel his breath against your ear as he whispered soft praises to you, easing you through your orgasm. That was up until he changed his tune completely, suddenly grasping your hips and thrusting up into you hard and fast.

“Fuck! Medic!” you cried. It wasn’t a sound Medic was unfamiliar with, but usually you were only this emphatic on the battlefield. He much preferred hearing you scream his name in this context. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Medic thrust into you, barely taking notice of how overstimulated you were. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close until he finally went still. You felt him shudder against you, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

What followed were several moments of stillness and silence. Medic rested his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily. You felt the rise and fall of his chest behind you, slowly evening out to a resting pace. His hands squeezed at your body, mainly focusing on your thighs, massaging the flesh there much like how a cat would knead a pillow.

“You’re so good, liebling,” Medic said, breaking the silence. He kissed your neck, making you sigh and relax, practically going limp in his embrace. “So gut für mich.”

That relaxation wouldn’t last long though. Medic lifted his head, and it was impossible to miss that familiar, devious laugh. You tried to turn your head, craning your neck in vain to try to look at him. “What’s so funny?”

“It only seems fair that since I made you come so hard, you should do a little favor for me.” He took your chin, tilting your head forward and down so that you were looking at his boots once again. You let out a shaky exhale at the sight, your release having landed on the once spotless leather. “You wouldn’t mind helping me clean up, would you, hase?”

Oh, this really was your lucky day. You were being offered an opportunity to lick Medic’s boots, a whole new level of reverence that you were eager to breach. Medic withdrew from you and you practically fell to your knees, legs still too shaky to support your own weight. Your tongue passed over your lips momentarily, anticipation gnawing at you. You held Medic’s gaze for as long as you could before leaning down and tasting his boot from toe to instep. You really had made a mess of it. As you worked your way further up, you were certain you could see Medic’s cock already hardening again. Given that you were also beginning to throb with renewed lust, you had a feeling that this night was far from over. For now, though, you would focus on the task at hand, the taste of yourself and polished leather mingling upon the boots that you had waited so long to worship.

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TF2 MASTERLIST

|| Request Rules ||

All mercenaries

Mercs with an angel S/O

Mercs with demon S/O

Mercs with a recruit in their mid-teens

Nerdness scale for the mercs

Mercs reacting to a usually happy energetic reader crying

Mercs finding an injured child ( and attending to them )

Mercs with S/O from the same place as them

Mercs reacting to a child running around the base

Mercs with an S/O with amnesia

Mercs reacting to their s/o jumping in front of danger for them

Mercs when a new team mate keeps appearing out of nowhere

Mercs reacting to someone having a panic attack

Defense classes reacting to a TF2 superfan

Mercs around someone with ( high-functioning ) autism

Mercs reacting to the reader being badly injured, and helping them

Mercs reacting to the reader revealing their beauty marks

Mercs reaction to merc reader trying to kill enemy Scout at all cost

Mercs on a playground

Mercs reacting to a trainee getting a crush on them

Mercs with S/O who always seems sad

Mercs react to S/O who's body is scarred

Mercs reaction to falling for another man

Mercs reaction to getting attached with a reader from the enemy team

Mercs when their S/O dies in their arms

Mercs befriending a mute ghost child

Mercs with an S/O who has burn scars all over their body

Mercs with an S/O with tourette's syndrome

Mercs with vampire S/O

Mercs finding an injured enemy team member outside the respawn zone

Mercs with a child who seems creepy at first, but turns out to be nice

Mercs with a muscular AFAB S/O

Mercs with S/O who dislikes PDA

Mercs with their friend's parrot

Mercs with a teen recruit that's really mature for their age

Mercs reacting to an opposite team member helping them during a humiliation round

Scout

How Scout realizes he's in love with someone ( and how he acts on it)

Scout giving a mid-teen reader a piggyback ride

" Boston Kids "- about how Scout found a new sibling

" Medical Misconception "- about how Medic asked Soldier to knock Scout out

" Tragic End "- Scout's reaction to accidentally killing his lover

Scout and Engineer with S/O who's into programming

Soldier

How Soldier realizes he's in love, and how he acts on it

General Soldier relationship headcanons

Dates with Soldier- headcanons

Pyro

N/A, look for in all classes headcanons

Demoman

Demoman finding a child and taking care of them, Part 1 / Part 2

How Demoman realizes he's in love, and how he acts on it.

Heavy

Dates with Heavy- headcanons

Engineer

How Engineer realizes he's in love, and how he acts on it

Scout and Engineer with S/O who's into programming

Engineer and Medic with a trans FtM S/O

Medic

Medic finding out his S/O is almost as sadistic as he

" Experitation Date ", but the reader is trying to confess their feelings to Medic

How Medic realizes he's in love, and how he acts on it

Sniper and Medic with an S/O who has one week left to live

Medic finding a small child

First kiss with Medic- imagine

Medic comforting the reader after their bird died

" Needles to say..."- Medic x Reader who is deadly afraid of needles

Medic confessing his feelings to a best reader

Engineer and Medic with a trans FtM S/O

Sniper

Sniper and Medic with an S / O who has one week left to live

How Sniper realizes he's in love, and how he acts on it

General Sniper relationship headcanons

Sniper's after- work routine with his partner

Spy

How Spy realizes he's in love, and he acts on it

General Spy headcanons

" Late Night Comfort "- Spy comforting a young adult reader

"A Lethal Mistake"- Spy accidentally killing S/O during battle

Other characters

Saxton Hale with male S/O- headcanons

This list will continue updating. Let me know trough inbox or message if I miss something.

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rorichuu · 8 months

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Hiii! (Feel free to ignore this, btw)

Could I request a tf2 scout x male!reader, where spy (with the help of other mercs like demo) tries to get the reader drunk, so that they make some bad mistakes? Basically spy is trying to get scout to lose interest in reader, because of how he has treated his partners in the past, and doesn’t want that for the reader? But in the end, scout and reader still end up in a relationship? Sorry this might be a little confusing.

rebel ; scout x male!reader

pairing: scout x male!reader

authors note: heya! i had sososo much fun writing this, like oh my god?! thank you for sending this in!

disclaimer: cursing in the mercs' native tongue, descriptions of being drunk, and Engineer/Spy being parents towards the end.

SIDE NOTE: if you don't like the Engineer/Spy ship, that is 110% okay! i can totally scrap it if you don't like it... i just thought it might be a cute addition. happy reading, my friends!

"C'monnn Y/n, take another wee shot with me, now will ya!" Demo exclaimed over the loud music that boomed throughout the base. They had won victoriously and declared a party to celebrate their winnings... and expectantly, Demo had brought drinks.

"Don't tempt me, I've drunken... a, uh... a lot!" You slurred, lips tasting of liquor, grammar non-existent at this point. The Scotsman booed loudly, his hand now (as best he could) waved in front of you. The potent liquid hitting your nose, you let out a drawn groan, quick to grab the shot from his hands as you downed the shot with ease. Soon after, the burn caught up to you, leaving you in a coughing fit as Demo slapped your back.

"I knewww you could- hic ... handle it, lad!"

Originally, it was Spy's idea to get you drunk. Unusual to think about unless traced back to past events... the Frenchman got sick over the idea of you so casually flirting with the Scout. The boy was smooth with his advances; a hand on your shoulder here, a horrible flirtation there... he couldn't let be anymore.

The reason Spy was stepping in was merely the thought of you two ending up together. His heart twisted at the idea that he may mess and wear at your heart tirelessly; a flirt only to be a flirt. Spy focused deeply on Scout's (seemingly) exterior intentions, quick to frown and wince at the failures he put upon Miss Pauling. Spy wished only for you to not get hurt... and though this is seen as unfair, it was absolute to him to bring this to an end.

Spy's advances would never have gone unnoticed; Spy isn't a drunk, and he doesn't take down shots like a certain Scotsman does... so when this was approached, Engineer was the first to speak and pull aside Spy after the announced party.

"Are you sure about this, Spy?" The Texan asked, voice full of question as the others observed... Scout and you being, of course, absent.

"Plenty. I know Scout and the same goes for all of you," he began, hand swift to pull out a cigarette from his holder. "I simply cannot let Scout and Y/n become an..." The Frenchman sighed, lighting his cig with a click of his lighter. He inhaled its smoke and allowed it to settle deep into his lungs. "Item." People spoke outwardly about this. Though Demo could partially agree... and Sniper simply without care... everyone else was against the idea aside from Pyro, who was continuously drawing in the back, happy in their own world of drawn-out gore and rainbows.

"Y/n has own mind. He is smart man, do not underestimate." Heavy rumbled, eyes furrowed in disagreement. But Spy shook his head, his hand snapping his cigarette holder shut before placing it inside his dress coat.

"If you will, I will carry on. I do not need anyone's input to sway my decision. Good day, gentlemen." And with that, Spy had left.

. . .

Demo was mindlessly helping... unbelievably drunk, but aware of his goal. He had to get you drunk! That was the easy part! But you were making drunken decisions that would make anyone gasp... and impressions of the other mercs was certainly new.

"YOU ARE A MAGGOT HATCHED FROM A- hic ... MUTANT MAGGOT EGG!" With one hand raised confidently in the air, holding a mug half-full of beer, you were partially crouched pointing at Soldier with your mocking taunt. While Demoman and Scout doubled over in laughter, you and Soldier remained yelling at each other... with your trying impression and his angered, drunken response.

"I DO NOT SPEAK LIKE THAT, MAGGOT!" Soldier exclaimed. "DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 20!" You barked with laughter, hand at stomach as you nearly fell off the table... Heavy was quick to catch you. And as his large hands balanced you, you greeted him with a quick hello and a turn of your foot, intention to walk away... but before you could escape, his hands were rested on your shoulders.

"Best if Y/n drank water. Heavy will give you bottle." The Russian man advised, Medic close beside him nodding with agreement with a clipboard in hand. You shook your head, your giggling dying down, only if just a little bit.

"T-The party just started!" You began. "Plus, this is only my... what, my f... fuhhh, fourth drink?!" You yelled back at Demo as if to ask, he simply gave you a thumbs up as he continued to converse with Soldier.

"Y/n, z'his is your 11th drink..." Medic informed you, keeping note of your alcohol intake. Your lips purse together as you let out a 'pfft'. The German shook his head and sighed. "Please be more careful with your drinking. Demoman is enough proof alone to prevent alcoholism." Medic scowled, his sights on Tavish who was currently singing a Scottish tune... ungodly slurred and incomprehensible on his drunken tongue... and an arm wrapped around the Soldier as they danced cheek-to-cheek.

Medic then shook his head, a noise leaving his throat out of annoyance. "His liver is... surely, dead." Medic left a few scribbles on his clipboard, a head lowered down with his glasses sliding to the tip of his nose. Just moments later, Heavy had nudged Medic's arm, the German cursing in his native tongue from his jerked writing. "Was ist das?" (What is it?) He hissed before Heavy gently grabbed Medic's chin in his hands, turning his head to catch Spy conversing with you. You had slipped away.

"Scheiße." (Fuck.)

. . .

With Medic and Heavy's failed attempt to help you, it was then left to Engineer. The Southern and Frenchman were neck-to-neck, evident with their disagreements, and the intensity in the atmosphere was thick... but as Spy spoke with his silver tongue, suggesting decisions that were just downright rude, he cut through that air like butter.

With a cocky smirk and a swish of his hands, he ushered you up to Scout after his chat. Engie fired daggers into Spy's eyes, the sound of the beer bottle clinking loudly with the table before advancing towards the two. And every other merc, aside from Demo and Soldier who were clearly passed out at the bar, had their eyes on Engie. Pyro clapped their hands together and mumbled supportingly of his father figure.

But before Engineer could approach you, Spy slid in front of Engineer, hand placed on the left side of his chest. "Ah, I'll have to stop you there, mon ami." (My friend.) Spy spoke, his accent more pronounced the more pompous he got. Engineer glowered.

"I ain't gonna be your friend by the end-a' this night if you keep this up, pardner," Spy was caught slightly off guard by Engineer's translation of his remark. "You best leave that poor boy alone, his life ain't yours, and you got no right controllin' it the way you are now." As the two bickered and quarreled, the sound of you and Scout laughing alerted the two. Spy was the first to turn, looking over his shoulder as he found the two of you huddled close together... the Frenchman began to open his mouth but closed it soon after. Spy was defeated.

As his shoulders slumped, his face was, without a doubt, beat. Engineer huffed a soft laugh, hand patting his back as Pryo hopped over to offer him a beer. "C'mon, now. Let's have'a drink and talk, why don't we?" Engie said, Spy raised an eyebrow at the beverage in hand... his lip twitched in disfavor.

"Wine would be preferred." He spoke low, holding the drink by just its cap. The other man took the beverage for himself, twisting it open with ease.

"Not a problem, pardner."

. . .

The night swirled to an end. The loud snores of Demoman were overheard by Soldiers accompanied snoring. Every other merc had left for sleep, rubbing their eyes, intoxicated and hushed. All the while, Scout and you were slumped on the couch, entangled with a blanket.

Engineer was cleaning up after everyone, beer bottles put away, and sweeping up scrapped plastic cups. Spy, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall... observing the two of you in silent thought. Engineer caught wind of this, huffing before resting the broom against the bar table. He walked over to him.

"Somethin' on your mind, sugar?" He hummed, crossing his arms as he stood beside the man. Spy looked away due to the pet name, shuffling. Engie found this humorous.

"Non..."

"Does it have somethin' to do with Y/n and Scout? Perhaps?"

"N..." He thought for a moment. He sighed. "Oui." Spy found no reason to lie anymore, having found loss hours ago. Engineer sighed, his shoulder now leaning against Spy's, but just enough to not squish him.

"He'll do jus' fine with the boy. Y/n balances him out pretty well, yeah?" Engineer shared Spy's glance of the two. "Scout's happy with him. And the other way 'round... don't think we should be the judge'a that. No matter how much we wanna protect 'm." Engineer tried to reason, moving his shoulder against Spy's to sway his judgment... he knew he already succeeded, with the way Spy covered his face with his gloved hand.

"I suppose... you're right..." Spy grumbled. Engineer raised an eyebrow.

"What was'sat?" He egged on. "You. Were. Right..." Spy hissed.

"Did I hear a, 'you were right,' behind all that grumble?" With a smirk and a voice that spoke knowingly, the Frenchman lunged him off as the Southern man laughed.

"Shut up, just... just clean up like you were!"

And with the soft laugh of Engineer, the hushed mutterings of Spy... came around you and Scout, holding each other in sleepful peace.

The night ended. Just right.

rorichuu!

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