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Being a medic is stressful work! No harm in offering a helping hand (and mouth) for some stress relief...

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gonna hold onto his love handles for dear life

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Please send help i can't stop calling old muscular men pretty

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he's eatin well tonight

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Hes gonna make me pass out

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cuddles with Medic please

Well it's kind of self-indulgent, but anyway-

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literally an audio of the reader/listener being railed by ALL OF THE MERCS

the scout voice actor does the accent PERFECTLY. there's another one too i can link if anyone's interested. shoutout to all the va's in this, was frickin' awesome!

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I've been rewatching Emesis Blue several times this week and I can't over how hot Medic's angry face is. Like there's just something about that scowl that just makes me go 🥵🥵😍😍😍

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Hello! I didn't know if your request are open so feel free to ignore this.

Could you do headcanons of face sitting with engineer, medic heavy and scout with a fem! Reader?

Thank you in advance, have a great day!

Okie dokie let me try!!!

Some Mercs eating out F!Reader while she's sitting on their face.

Includes: Engineer, Medic, Heavy, Scout and bonus Sniper and Demoman!

NSFW! under the cut

Engineer

> Dell is a caring guy, so he quickly agrees to your intimate proposal.

> You carefully place yourself on his face and he strokes your thighs, speaking kindly to you, convincing you not to worry and give yourself to Uncle Dell.

> He has a thick, rough tongue. He explores your folds slowly and diligently, trying to be gentle with you. His gunslinger gently holds you without pressing, and his other hand strokes your thighs.

> When you finish, Dell doesn't let you get off until your orgasm ends. He then gently kisses your labia, smiling and praising you.

Medic

> He's a big experimenter when it comes to sex, so as soon as you suggest, he giggles, taking you with him.

> He closes the door to his office, plopping down on the couch and inviting you into his face.

> It has a somewhat thin, long, warm tongue. The Medic almost savors your folds, carefully circling and caressing the clitor, sometimes rather hastily penetrating inside.

> When you reach the finish line, he holds you tightly with his gloved hands, constantly praising you.

Heavy

> He does not immediately agree, at first he is embarrassed by such a proposal, but then he agrees.

> The room is dark, there is a carpet hanging on the wall, and Misha’s face is below you, blushed.

> He has a really thick and big tongue. It sinks a little heavily into your folds, going over everything at once. His large hands hold your hips tightly, occasionally stroking them.

> He kisses your clit while you cum and strokes your thighs with his fingers. He smiles, seeing how pleased you are and admits that he would do it again.

Scout

> He didn’t need much persuasion; on the contrary, he almost suggested it himself.

> He was ready to do it where you suggested, but you called him to your room. He lay down and with shining eyes admired how you undressed.

> Once you were on his face, Scout didn't want to hesitate. His thin, fast tongue almost buried itself in your folds. He closed his eyes in pleasure and pressed his lips to your pussy, while carefully exploring your bottom.

> Because of his speed, you finished quite quickly and Scout bit his lip while watching your orgasm.

Bonus!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Sniper

Demoman

> He blushes, hiding in his hat at your suggestion, but says he'll discuss it with you when you're home.

> Mick invites you to climb on him at night, which you do, even if his van is a little cramped.

> His big, hot tongue mixes with his warm breath, burning your sensitive folds. He carefully passes between your folds, without hesitation to climb inside. He sometimes scratches your thighs or touches your labia with his fangs.

> When you cum, he presses his lips to your pussy, sucking diligently and growling contentedly.

> He smiles but gets embarrassed when he hears your proposal. He doesn't mind.

> You appear on his face and he gently strokes your thighs so you don't worry about it.

> His large soft lips and thick tongue are quickly on your pussy, exploring and caressing. He kisses your clitor and labia, dipping his tongue into your folds again.

> When you come, he smiles and strokes you, praising you for the job you did.

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Cuddling headcanons for the mercs <3

(All nine❤️)

Medic

This man loves to hold you istg he will just hold you to his chest and play with your hair as yall fall asleep

Sniper

Definitely a spooning guy if yall are sleeping in his van there's limited space and he's just adapted to sleeping on his side

Heavy

This man LOVES holding you like you will sleep on him he wraps his arms around you and reads as you fall asleep on him

Demoman

This man Definitely will just rest his head on your chest as he falls asleep he likes when you pet him slighty

Soldier

Definitely like demoman but also likes to protect you so he likes it either way he won't fall asleep before you at all like his brain won't let him

Engineer

Loves spooning and he will rub your thighs or back before you guys go to sleep also wouldn't be apposed to sleeping in between you thighs

Pyro

They love to hold you as you sleep like they won't let go at all the mask comes off during sleep they like when you trace there burn scars (I'm going off the unofficial pyro face by valve)

Scout

This man loves you laying on his chest it makes him feel confident that he can protect you he will play with your hair till you fall asleep

Spy

He's a romantic guy so really he wants you to lay on his chest but he also like spooning he's always gonna be the big spoon btw he wispers French as yall fall asleep

(I think I'm getting better but If you spot some spelling mistakes I'm sorry)

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

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

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

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

I hope you enjoy, dear Anon ^^

Characters used: Scout, Spy, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: Bit of blood, stuff relating to anxiety.

Scout:

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

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

“Boo!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?”

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

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

You laughed, and that helped to catch your breath.

“Let me get you some ice…”

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

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

“Arright, if it makes ya feel better…”

“Oh shush.”

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

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

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Medic:

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

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

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

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

“Ach!”

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t mean to…”

“There there, come, walk with me…”

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

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

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

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

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

“There! Good as new.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feeling a bit better?”

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

“Of course, (Y/N). Of course.”

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Spy

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

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

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

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

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

It made contact, with a yelp following it.

“Ah!”

“…Spy? Oh no…”

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

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

“I’m so sorry, you scared me—”

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

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

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

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

“Did I break it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spy, I…I punched you. I hurt you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhh…”

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

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

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

“Oh!”

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

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I find it hilarious that (in FvJ) Freddy is pretty much like a child that plays with his food but throws a tantrum when someone eats it before he can (i.e. when Jason killed Gibb).

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Medic x Sick Y/N! (G/N!)

so I'm sick right now, and I'm still mourning the death of my og blog but here we go...I mean hey! I just gotta climb my way back up yeah? Oh and yeah right now I'm sick so I'm hellllllla tired so sorry I've been kinda late with updates!

Y/N's nose was clogged, they were more tired than usual, they were coughing, hot head, yup. Everything Y/N dreaded but Medic dreamed of

Now Medic has a reason to not be in battle and that reason is Y/N being depressingly sick

Y/N would be tucked into bed the entire time (only taken out so Medic could do some procedures) and would be pampered and taken care of to the max amount.

Gotta blow your nose? Medic's there with a tissue! Sore throat? Medic magically learns how to cook and he makes you tea and soup! Medic will make sure that you're nursed back to health properly.

The mercs will come back every day and tease him with "hellloooo Nurse!!" Which annoyed him but it reminded him that he was doing good. He was helping you

Medic will wake you up with the reminder to take your medicine and you don't comply.

"Cmon, Schatz, it's not gonna be bad-"

"NO way-!" You yell back trying to swat the spoonful of bitterness away from your face. "That stuff is DISGUSTING I AIN'T BUDGING!!" Y/N looks away and crosses their arms.

Medic gets a little angry, I mean he's been taking care of you this entire time and you choose right now to act like this? He's trying to help you even right NOW. "Y/N, you NEED to take zhis or else you're not getting any better. Do you want to stay in zhis bed forever?!" He snarls back with.

"Sure. It wouldn't hurt to sleep all day then TO TAKE THAT!" You angrily yell back with. Your throat is sore and you used all your power too but really...you do want to get better.

you just don't want Medic to stop taking care of you. "But I don't want you to leave..."

Medic sighs, picking up on what you mean. "I know, Schatz, but I've taken enough days off to help you. I need to go back to the battlefield but right now." He gets up off his knees and walks to the side of the bed. "I'm here for you, Y/N. And I will until you get better."

You take the spoon, reluctant at first but you realized how the mercs could be doing too. Everyone's dying on that battlefield without Medic! You sighed, took a big gulp and shut your eyes tight.

"See, Frau? Not so bad ! Zhis will make sure you get a good sleep in the afternoon."

The artificial cherry tasted bad, it was bitter as fuck and it made your body shiver because of the disgusting taste but opening your eyes you saw Medic smiling at you.

"vell." He gets up and sighs "I'll be making you some soup! I hope you feel better."

You smile at him and sigh "Thanks Medic, You're a real good doc."

Medic blushes to your compliment, his cheeks becoming a slight red and him giggling to himself. He puts his hand on his chest to relieve himself and closes the door in pure joy.

That's it for now babes. I'm really tired!!! So sad I don't have the rest of my fics :(((( anyways, GG.