#mercs opinions

[theophagie]

Prevented Ruby from killing herself and let her run away And didn't arrest Klaasje and let her run away #feminism

[silentreigns]

George managing to turn the majority of the F1 community against him in a day after improving his image these past few weekends with good results. Definitely did not anticipate him becoming the main character these last couple of races

[they-hermes]

i really want to enjoy transformers one but from the two trailers so far, Bumblebee is the most annoying character ever oh my god. everytime he talks everyone around him is uncomfortable/silent/angry and it just makes it so awkward and its not at all funny. there's no reason for me to care about bee bc i dont find him funny. hes nothing like any of his previous iterations it feels like his name is bumblebee only bc hes popular and not because he is bumblebee

and it pisses me off that i still have no idea why elita is here. they never give her an introduction in the trailers why is she here. where did she come from when exactly does she join the team? please tell me something, anything about elita aside from the fact she can kick things really hard. i want to care about her, what are her motivations, why is she following everyone, where did she learn to fight?

[meiliarotten]

Doppelt

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader stumbles upon Medic in the aftermath of an experiment gone wrong, and is almost immediately down to get it on with the results. Aka, there wasn’t enough Second Opinion material in the tf2 tags, so I made it myself, and I made it horny.

Tags: Praise, degradation, Second Opinion, dom/sub, voice kink, spanking, brief choking, reader is down bad (does this count as a threesome?)

Word Count: 5.3k

The Masterlist

The first thing you noticed as you entered the infirmary was how dark it was. The lights weren’t off, but they were dimmed to the point that you had to pause to let your eyes adjust. Something immediately seemed off. You were so used to the place being lit up with harsh surgical lights, and this abrupt change was eerie, to say the least.

Luckily, you spotted Medic quickly, turned away from you at the opposite wall of the room. The doors to the room closed behind you and the noise caught his attention. You were about to greet him, but the words caught in your throat.

At a glance, you wouldn’t have noticed anything in the darkness, but as you stared at Medic’s face for a few more moments you could tell something was off. In the little light that was available, the first thing you noticed was a row of something metallic running down the center his face- were those staples ?

Then your eyes finally adjusted. On one side of the staples was Medic, looking the same as usual. On the other side was, well, still him, but something was wrong. The grey tinged pallor or the clouded, pure white eye were frightening enough. There was also the expression, somehow contained to only the discolored half of the face, that indicated something more menacing, something that you didn’t recognize as the Medic you knew.

Your first instinct was, of course, to scream. Medic was upon you before you had the chance. A hand was clamped over your mouth to muffled any noises you made into barely audible gibberish.

“Quiet!”

The order was short and curt. It sounded like Medic, but at the same time so very unlike him. The usual joviality that his voice carried, even in the most dire of situations, was gone. What replaced it was a deep, humorless, and threatening tone that made your blood run cold upon hearing it.

You watched as Medic shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. When he looked at you, he seemed to have regained his senses, a nervous smile replacing the grimace that he had worn when he had seized you.

“I’m sorry dear, I just couldn’t have the others finding out. It would just cause more trouble. In fact…” Medic slowly removed his hand from your mouth. It took everything in you not to scream again. He then made his way over to the infirmary doors, and locked them. You tried not to let the panic show on your face when he turned back to you.

“There, now no one else will stumble upon this little scientific mishap,” he concluded, clapping his hands together and wringing them nervously. You didn’t like that. If the doctor was nervous, then you definitely had a reason to be nervous as well.

“Medic?” You said hesitantly.

“Yes liebling?” Medic responded, sounding as cheerful as ever despite his anxious body language.

“I don’t understand. What is this?” You asked, struggling to find the words that sounded the least rude while simultaneously trying to calm your racing heartbeat. “What did you do?”

“Oh, right. This,” he said, motioning vaguely to himself. He sounded so casual, as if you had just asked how the weather was. “Well, love-”

“I don’t imagine you would understand.”

You were taken aback at the return of that chilling voice, and especially by the hostility that it conveyed. Medic, oddly enough, looked taken aback as well, seeming to regain his senses after a few seconds.

“Sshh! Hush!” He muttered to himself, before looking back at you apologetically. “Ach, sorry dear. Although, he is right. It is rather difficult to explain- say, you’ve heard of Jekyll and Hyde, right?”

“Yes,” you said, baffled at where this conversation could possibly be leading.

“Of course, everyone has,” Medic said, rolling his eyes at the redundancy of his previous question. “Well, to give a brief explanation-”

And that was where you stopped understanding a single word that Medic said. You were bombarded with scientific jargon mixed with supernatural phenomena, neither of which you had ever heard of until now. Honestly, you probably could have gone your whole life without hearing of it. It felt like ages by the time he was done, and you were just left staring at him, thoroughly dumbfounded.

“Understand now?” He asked, apparently not noticing your blank stare as he finally finished his ‘brief explanation.’

“Um, sure.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. You understood the basic concept; Medic, through some wayward experiment, had created a new personality, possibly an entirely new being, apart from himself, yet also a part of himself. How you were meant to take this new development, you had no idea.

“Perfect! Now, to figure out how to reverse this…” he said, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the nearby surgical table.

“You have a way to reverse it?” You asked.

“He has no such thing. And he will never find any such thing.”

God, that voice. Now armed with a general understanding of the situation, it didn’t scare you as much. It startled you, yes, but you weren’t outright frightened. It did something else to you too. Something you considered suppressing. It felt wrong, to look at this crime against nature and think; ‘wow, that’s actually kinda hot.’

Medic, meanwhile, was oblivious to your reaction, once again apologizing for his other half.

“Gottverdammt. Sorry, I’m still getting used to controlling that ,” he motioned towards the paler half of his face. “And to answer your question, no. I don’t have a way to reverse this. Not yet anyway! But I will get to work on it soon enough!”

Medic’s eyes lit up, and he looked at you, grinning. You noticed how it didn’t quite stretch from ear to ear, as if the other half wouldn’t allow it.

“In fact, perhaps you could help! If you could just-“

You perked up, awaiting his directions when the other half overtook Medic once again. You jumped as the voice returned.

“We don’t need this schlampe here distracting us. We have work to do. Real work-“

“Gott, won’t you be quiet? And there’s no need to throw around insults like that!” And just as soon as it appeared, it was silenced. Medic continued to berate his other half, but you barely heard it.

Schlampe. You weren’t sure what it meant, but you assumed from his tone, and Medic’s reaction that it was far from positive. Probably something demeaning and degrading- so why did you feel so enticed by it?

“Hello? Dear?” You snapped back to attention at the sound of Medic’s voice and a hand waving in front of your face.

“Sorry, what was that?” You asked.

“I asked if you were alright. You really shouldn’t let his words get to you,” he said, offering a reassuring smile. “Honestly, I didn’t expect him to turn out so uncivil. All animalistic instinct and no class whatsoever.”

Well, that did nothing to quell your interest. You looked at Medic, taking in his new appearance for a second time. You didn’t doubt that Medic would find a way to rid himself of this alternate personality if he really wanted to. It occurred to you that you had a once in a lifetime opportunity on your hands.

“Oh, I’m perfectly fine. In fact,” you took a deep breath. It was now or never. “He can say whatever he wants about me.”

You closed the distance between you and Medic, your tone dropping into something more suggestive. You fixed him with a look, glancing up at him through your lashes. He didn’t seem to catch your meaning.

“Oh nein, my dear! I won’t simply stand here and let him disgrace you,” his clear eye darted towards the other half of his face with a glare. “You don’t deserve that.”

You barely kept yourself from rolling your eyes as you realized Medic wasn’t receiving any of the signals you were throwing his way.

“Maybe I do deserve it,” you whispered, running your fingers tentatively along the edge of Medic’s shirt collar.

“What? Liebling-“

You cut him off with a kiss, officially done with dropping hints. He made a startled noise before instinctively kissing back, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. When the two of you finally pulled apart, Medic was left panting and confused.

“I don’t understand-“ he began, only to be cut off once again, “Dummkopf, she wants us to fuck her. Isn't that right, schatz?”

The pet name was spoken with such venom, spat out as if it was an insult. That, paired with the vulgarity that you rarely heard from the doctor, sent a shiver down your spine. Still, you managed to look bold and self assured as you responded.

“Yes, that’s right,” you said, confidently.

His hand took you roughly by the face, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes sir,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. You took another deep breath, lowering your gaze in a gesture of submission. Medic’s grip on you loosened and once again a bemused expression came over him.

“You’re absolutely sure you want this ?” he asked, gesturing to himself.

“Yes,” you dropped the submissive tone, speaking matter of factly. “I promise, I’m sure. And I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

“I can handle him. If you want this to end, I can end it. Just call for me,” Medic said, his hand coming to rest on your cheek.

“I know,” you said, smiling and leaning into his touch.

“Well then,” Medic began, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “Enough stalling.”

He backed away for a moment, looking you up and down and walking around you in a tight circle. You followed him with your eyes. Despite the grin, he almost looked dismissive, as if he is considering whether or not you warranted his attention.

Finally he stopped in front of you, reached out and again tilted your chin upward to look at him. He was firm, but surprisingly gentle, for now.

“I think if you truly want this, mädchen, you should work for it. Don’t you agree?”

You nodded, not speaking unless you were given permission to do so. Despite the lack of any verbal response, he still seemed to sense your eagerness as his grin grew wider.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you down to your knees somewhat roughly. You froze momentarily, startled by the sudden force. However, you were quickly brought back to reality by a hand on your scalp, one that wasted no time taking a fist full of your hair in a tight grip.

“I trust that you're smart enough to know what you’re supposed to do now?” He asked condescendingly. He tugged your hair slightly, making you whimper.

“Of course, sir,” you whispered as you took action, unzipping his pants. He was already half hard. You stroked him to full mast, getting a good look at what you would be dealing with.

Like the rest of his body, it was split down the center. You cringed at the thought of how painful that must have been. That was followed almost immediately by amusement at the fact that during this whole morbid experiment, Medic had apparently taken the time to include this specific detail. Perhaps he had predicted the possibility that you might take a little too much interest in his altered body.

You took solace in the fact that the staples here were smaller. They were also much smoother and more rounded than the ones that ran up the rest of his body. They almost looked like piercings, and you imagined they would make for some pleasant sensations later on. Again, you wondered if Medic had planned for this.

A growl and another rough tug at your hair let you know that you were spending a little too much time admiring. It was about time you got to work. Tentatively, you opened your mouth and took in as much as you could, using your hand to grasp any remaining length.

You tasted metal as you ran your tongue over the staples. You wondered if they were especially sensitive. Apparently, they were, as you managed to draw the most sultry sounds from Medic when you paid them special attention. You glanced up, seeing him panting as he held your hair. He grinned down at you before pulling your head back.

“Stop.”

Immediately, you obeyed, albeit with a disappointed whine. You had rather enjoyed seeing Medic nearly coming undone for you. He laughed softly at your reaction.

“We don’t want to come yet, liebling. And you are so very talented with that mouth of yours,” Medic said, his normal tone returning for a moment. He finally loosened his grip on your hair, and tucked himself back into his pants begrudgingly, his erection still straining. You gasped as he suddenly took hold of your shoulders. “Just like a proper little whore.”

He was upon you quicker than you thought was possible. You were pushed to the floor, powerful arms pinning you to the blood freckled tile. A shiver ran up your spine, making your whole body shudder in anticipation.

“Look at you, trembling. Are you scared, hm? Are you afraid?” He teased, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You felt his lips brush against you.

“Don’t be scared, liebling,” Medic said, running a hand under your shirt to massage your chest. ”We’re going to make you feel so good.”

His other hand found its way to the waistband of your pants, pulling them down roughly followed quickly by your underwear. Your face flushed as you heard him chuckle at how obviously soaked you were.

“Already so wet, just from servicing me with your mouth?” He said, still laughing softly as he ran a finger against your entrance, making you gasp. His other hand stopped kneading your breast, moving lower to rest on your hip.

You moaned as you felt him slide a single finger into you, followed soon by a second. He made a point to just barely stroke your g-spot, making you whimper. You tried to buck your hips forward, only for him to hold your hips still with his unoccupied hand.

He made a point to neglect your clit as well, deliberately trying to keep any gratification just slightly out of reach. He seemed to revel in your desperate whines, but you were quickly running out of patience. You felt him loosen his grip on your hips slightly, and in an act of desperation, you tried to buck against him again, trying to make him go deeper.

In return, you were met with a hand wrapped around your throat with surprising speed. The pressure wasn’t enough to restrict air flow. Hell, it was barely enough to restrict blood flow, but you still felt a thrill run through you as his fingers squeezed into the sides of your neck.

“Squirming alone won’t get you what you want. Use your words, liebling.”

His voice sent a chill down your spine, but you still managed to respond, albeit stammering, “I want more.”

“Go on,” he said, encouraging you to be more specific.

“I want you to go deeper and harder, please! Please sir!” You pleaded, aching for release. His hand fell away from your throat.

“That’s it, beg for me,” he sounded pleased, finally rubbing his thumb over your clit as he curled his fingers perfectly within you.

“Yes! Fuck, please keep going,” you begged, afraid that if you stopped he would stop as well.

“Such a good girl, moaning and pleading just for me,” he growled, his lips brushing your ear again, this time coupled with the grazing of teeth, bared in a feral grin.

You felt yourself approaching orgasm faster than expected. Your legs trembled as you tried to hold back, wanting this to go on for longer.

“So close after so little time?” He asked, stroking his free hand over one of your quivering thighs. You nodded, unable to answer verbally as anything you tried to say would just come out as another shaky moan.

“You really were aching for this, weren’t you mädchen?” He mused, and once again you only nodded and whimpered in response.

“Poor, pathetic little thing. Go on, come for me. Let it go,” he said, roughly running his thumb over your clit a few more times. That was enough to push you over the edge.

You came hard, riding out your orgasm on his fingers, which continued to curl delightfully inside you. You made for quite the view, shaking and moaning on the tile floor as you got the release you craved.

“So beautiful.” Medic murmured as he watched the scene before him, eyes alight with lust. “You’re so gorgeous when you come undone for me, my good girl.”

“I want to see even more.”

The vaguely menacing tone in which that last sentence was spoken barely registered in your mind before you felt Medic begin to stroke you again. He had only given you moments to recover from your previous orgasm. Still being very sensitive, it didn’t take you long to reach a second climax.

Still, he didn’t stop.

“Let’s see just how much you can take, dear,” he growled, sending a jolt of tantalizing fear through you.

You let him repeatedly bring you over the edge. Sometimes it was surprisingly quick, other times he had to work for several minutes. Each one was followed by a similar mantra of, “Surely you could go for one more?”

You were exhausted, clinging onto his words as if they were the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Such a lovely view, seeing you beneath me with your eyes rolled back like that,” he said, leaning down until you felt his breath against your neck. Then you felt his teeth, starting as a simple graze against your collar before turning to a genuine bite. You yelped at the unexpected sensation. The pain, combined with the overpowering pleasure sent your head spinning.

“Oh, you’re tearing up now. Does it feel that good?” He asked as he continued to rub your clit. “That’s right, just let the pleasure overwhelm you…”

It certainly did overwhelm you. He was right, tears were pricking at the back of your eyes as you felt another orgasm overtake you. The constant stimulation, his filthy words, the strange mix of discomfort and pleasure, it was all becoming too much.

“Medic!”

You practically sobbed as you called his name, desperate for a break from the tortuous pleasure. Almost immediately you were wrapped up in his arms. He held you as you whined and rode out the aftershocks of a final release. Was it the sixth? The seventh? You had lost count.

“Hush mein liebling, I’ve got you,” Medic whispered, stroking your back and holding you close to his body until you finally stopped trembling.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered when you finally caught your breath. “It was just so much. I needed a moment.”

“Don’t apologize. Everything is alright,” he reassured you, pulling back slightly to look at your face, still slightly flushed. Thankfully, you were already starting to calm down, as you managed to offer a small smile in response.

“Do you need anything?” Medic asked. You shook your head.

“No, I’m alright now,” you said, already sounding more collected than you had been a few moments ago. “I think I’m ready to go on.”

“Go on?” Medic sounded incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe you still had more desire left in you.

“Yeah, I just needed a moment to collect myself,” you said. “I still want to see this go a bit further, if it’s okay with you, of course.”

You looked up at Medic, waiting for his answer. He looked down at you in disbelief, but he seemed willing to continue.

“As long as you’re sure,” he said tentatively, allowing a soft smile to return to his face.

“I’m sure,” you said before letting yourself fall back into that obedient, docile mindset of someone all too willing to be ordered around. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

“Very well…” you heard the gentleness in his tone begin to ebb away, and you smiled in anticipation.

Again, a devilish grin spread across his face. You couldn’t help but notice how it seemed to pull upward more at the pale greyish hued half of Medic’s face. You wondered if you would eventually be able to tell which one was in control just by studying the face. But there were more important things to concentrate on right now.

“Be a good girl for me, and get onto the table, mädchen,” He said, nodding his head towards the metal operating table in the center of the room.

You obeyed without hesitation, hoisting yourself up into the cold surface. Realizing you were still wearing your top, you decided to remove it, discarding it along with your other clothing.

“Good. Now kneel there, on all fours, like a good little hündchen,” he growled, approaching the table slowly and watching you with a look that reminded you of a ravenous wolf.

Still, you complied. Thankfully the surgical table was large, and you were able to keep your balance easily, even in this pose. You watched as Medic made his way behind you. You tried to turn your head to see him, only to be met with a hand gripping your hair, forcing you to look ahead.

“Eyes forward. No looking yet,” he said, his voice commanding obedience. “Don’t make me blindfold you.”

The grip on your hair softened, actually turning into a soft petting motion, indicating that the gentler side had taken over for a moment. You hummed contently as he brushed his hands down your back.

“You’re irresistible like this, presenting so nicely for me,” Medic said. You could practically hear the smile in his voice. You gasped softly when you felt a finger brush along your still sensitive entrance. You shuffled back on the table until you were right on the edge of the metal, allowing him unhindered access to your body.

“And still so wet from earlier,” Medic admired, leaning over to speak right in your ear. “Schöne schlampe. You’re so eager for me to take you.”

“Yes, yes please!” You begged, making the mistake of glancing behind you. The grip on your hair quickly returned, forcing you to turn away again.

“Where did I tell you to keep your eyes, kleiner hund?”

“I’m sorry sir,” you said, shuddering as his voice deepened slightly.

“That wasn’t an answer, schatz,” he warned, tugging your hair a bit harder, just enough to make you whine.

“You told me to keep my eyes forward,” you stammered.

“That’s right.”

You yelped at the swift smack on your ass. You were more startled by the harsh sound than by the pain. Honestly, part of you expected this, and maybe even looked forward to this. You moaned as you felt his hands knead the supple flesh that he had struck.

“Gott liebling, you sound so beautiful,” Medic said, sounding in awe. It boosted your ego just a bit, and in a moment of boldness, you moved your ass up against Medic’s groin, tempting him to either spank you again, or do something a bit more invasive .

“Please,” you whispered, your voice low. You wished you could turn around and flash him a sultry glance to tempt him even further.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You felt a pair of hands clutch your waist, the nails digging in and making you whimper.

“Sir!” You gasped, realizing your mistake. “Please, sir!”

“Good fraulein”

Another strike on your ass made you cry out. You delighted in the conflicting sensations, relishing the pain and the rush of adrenaline that came with it.

“Do you want more?” His voice sent shivers up your spine yet again. You were practically trembling. “You want it harder, ja? You’re enjoying your punishment, enjoying everything we do to you, like a good little schlampe.”

He laughed, his grip once again moving to your waist. You were pulled even closer to him, just barely keeping your balance on the edge of the table. You could feel the rumble of his laughter, and, more importantly, his erection against your backside. With a sly grin, you grinded against him, eliciting a deep growl.

“Tempting us, are you?” He asked, sounding slightly breathy. You could tell he was struggling to restrain himself from fucking you into the table then and there. It wouldn’t be long now.

“You want this, mädchen?” He unzipped his fly, and took hold of his cock, pressing it against your slit but not entering yet. You felt him lean over, breath hot against your ear, words coming out in animalistic growls.

“Then show me how much you want it. Beg.”

“Please! I want you to fuck me,” you cried.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it so fucking badly. I want it so much! God, please!”

Your cries were cut off by a dark chuckle. You heard it as much as felt it, the soft rumble in his chest, as he was still leaning over you.

“Well, how could I deny such a desperate little schlampe?”

You felt him line up and enter you quickly from behind, a position that made it easy for him to thrust deep and hard into you with little hindrance.

Pressing your face into the cold metal of the table, you moaned as he pounded you mercilessly. You held onto the edges of the table in a white knuckled grip, trying to keep yourself steady.

Medic’s moans were animalistic, making you feel like prey at his mercy. You loved every minute of it. You even managed to sneak a few glimpses of him behind you, his eyes narrow with concentration.

You stayed in that position for a few minutes longer until Medic pulled out without warning. Before you could even get a word of complaint out, you were flipped onto your back and quickly thrusted into once again. You cried out in surprise and pleasure, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the suddenness of it all.

“I’m sorry mein liebe. I just had to see that pretty face of yours,” Medic moaned, pressing a kiss to your neck and eventually moving up to your lips. You kissed back fervently, enjoying the moment of calm.

It didn’t last long. Medic’s gentler thrusts grew more frantic and familiarly rough, as did the kisses. He trailed his way back down your jawline and returned to your neck. It started with hesitant nips at your sensitive flesh, but it wasn’t long until you were being bit. Teeth marks and bruises began to decorate your neck and collar.

“Do you like that, hündchen?” he growled into the crook of your neck, continuing to mark you up in between his words. He bit down especially hard, as if to claim you. “Mein kleines haustier. You’re all mine.”

“Fuck, yes!” You moaned as his thrusts found that especially sensitive spot inside you, slamming into it repeatedly. If he kept moving like that, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

You made no secret of how good he was making you feel, moaning with abandon. It only encouraged him to keep up the pace for as long as he could. You felt him growl against your neck with the effort, his thrusts growing uneven as he approached climax as well.

“Gott liebling, I’m so close,” Medic groaned, gripping the edges of the surgical table as he tried to hold off for just a little longer. “Come for us, mädchen.”

You trembled at the demanding growl that he spoke in. Coupled with the well placed thrusts, it proved to be enough to push you over the edge. You wrapped your legs around Medic’s hips, trembling as you came.

“That's it, let it go, just for us- oh Gott!”

It felt so rewarding to hear that self assured, dominant voice come undone. You listened closely to how it rapidly switched between Medic’s usual moans and those savage, almost inhuman growls. You found both sounds incredibly erotic on there own, and hearing them rapidly vacillate like this was indescribable.

You yelped as his arms suddenly wrapped around you, lifting you upright and holding you against him as you both rode out your orgasms. You relaxed into the gentle rise and fall of his chest, just beginning to come down from your collective high. You were left panting against each other, sweating, and desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Mein schönes mädchen,” he whispered, breathless and thoroughly spent. His eyes were half lidded and he wore a satisfied grin, which you returned in kind.

“That was really good,” you said when you finally caught your breath enough to speak.

“You never cease to surprise me, liebling,” Medic said, a slight laugh in his voice. You smiled at that. Honestly, you surprised yourself with how bold you had been in initiating this in the first place.

You absentmindedly tracing the seam that ran up Medic’s chest. At some point, several top buttons of Medic’s shirt had come undone, exposing the row of staples. Perhaps you could take advantage of their sensitivity more next time.

Oh, wait. Your face dropped momentarily as you forced yourself to come back to reality.

“Um, are you still planning on getting rid of…” you trailed off, motioning generally towards the paler half of his body, as if you could avoid its attention simply by refusing to acknowledge it verbally. Of course, this did not work, and your question was responded to with a harsh laugh.

“I can’t simply be ‘gotten rid of,’ mädchen,” he said, leaning in closer. “Besides, I don’t think you want that, do you? Perhaps you want a second round? Insatiable little-”

He was cut off swiftly with a growl of annoyance from Medic. You tried to hide your disappointment, but then again, you highly doubted you had the strength to go another round anyway.

“Now, that’s enough of that,” Medic muttered, composing himself. “I think we’ve had quite enough for today.”

He looked at the bite marks and small bruises patterning your neck and collarbone, running a hand over them tentatively. You glanced down at the few you could see, wondering how you were going to hide them. Turtle neck sweaters didn’t exactly mingle well with the heat of New Mexico.

But you weren’t going to worry about that now. You looked up expectantly at Medic. You were still waiting for an answer to your question, and he looked deep in thought.

“I’m sorry liebling, but I’m afraid he would simply be a hindrance to my work. Even now I can feel him trying to claw his way to the forefront,” he said, looking at you apologetically.

You sighed. You had gone into this knowing it would probably be a once in a lifetime experience, but you still felt a small pang of disappointment. Then you heard Medic hum to himself. Glancing up at him, you saw that he looked deep in thought, and you knew that meant he wasn’t yet ready to drop the subject himself.

“Then again, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want a repeat performance of this. So maybe- just maybe- we won’t have to be completely rid of him,” he said.

“You could do that?” You asked, trying to figure out the logistics of what Medic was suggesting, not willing to ask him exactly how it could be done. The last thing you wanted was to sit through another scientific lecture.

“Oh ja, if I could just find a way to put him away temporarily, and revive him for occasions like this, it could work,” he mused, half to you, and half to himself. “It would be difficult, but I’m always up for a challenge! And besides-”

He leaned in to whisper in your ear. Whether it was the second personality taking over again, or simply Medic being especially filthy, you weren’t sure. Still, you clung hopefully to every word.

“If it means I get to see you squirm and beg for me like that again, it’s a challenge I’ll gladly accept.”

[myfeelisfunny]

okay but I'm actually not really surprised by the Hülkenberg Audi thing...only German driver on the grid gets scooped up by new German team, fork found in kitchen...

[cienie-isengardu]

I have already complained about the lack of sources and character development for Jaster Mereel, the supposed important figure in Mandalorian modern history. At the same time, I’m genuinely fascinated by how he was seen by Dooku, Jango Fett and Tor Vizsla. Which is not really that they have some drastically different opinions that exclude each other but rather what those characters identify with Jaster.

Let’s start with Count Dooku. The man did a great research about Jango Fett’s past before he hired the Mandalorian to become a DNA donor for the clone army. As he said to Darth Sidious, Dooku "interrogated a number of his former associates"

So, obviously, Dooku's opinion is by no means objective, literally colored by what he learned from Jaster/Jango’s allies and followers. Surprisingly there is no mention about honor that tie-in materials like to bring in regard to Jaster Mereel even though this should be the logical conclusion as the difference between True Mandalorians and barbaric Death Watch. For Dooku alone, Jaster Mereel was “reformed murderer” who "held that the Mandalorians were merely highly-paid soldiers" [JF:OS#1]

Then we have Jango who knew Jaster personally, saw him as family and held in great respect. Whale reading the Death Watch Manifesto that at some point he had in his possession, Fett wrote this:

These are lies. Jaster sought true honor, not the right to ignore laws and moral codes. Vizsla's Death Watch was nothing but a license for murder [Jango]

Jaster was an important person for Jango - so much he wanted his unalerted clone to carry on Mereel’s legacy and without doubt Jango idealized the man.

At the same time, Jango’s opinion doesn’t exactly tell us what kind of person Jaster was, more what was his goal and what he represents for Fett and other True Mandalorians.

And then we have Tor Vizsla and look, the Manifesto was written years after Jaster’s death and some time after the destruction of the True Mandalorians on Galidraan. Tor could write anything, literally any lie and slander that comes to his mind, because there were not many people around anymore who knew Jaster and even if they were remains of True Mandalorians, the book wasn’t intended to fall into their hands anyway. And what of all possible things Tor identified with Jaster? Passion.

And yes, this is very subjective point of view and opinion about Jaster - albeit I would argue Tor’s words aren’t detached from reality that much because it easily ties up with Dooku’s statement “merely high-paid soldiers” and let's be real here, no matter how much Jango or other True Mandalorians (sources) will bring honor into discussion, honor itself is not synonymous with being morally right. But I’m gonna leave mandalorian morality for another time. 

I’m furious that Tor didn't elaborate what Jaster was so passionate about - the order and laws? Work ethics? Religion? - that he couldn’t contain passions in himself and tried to “eliminate them in everyone else”. At the same time it amazes me, because this short paragraph may imply that Tor knew Jaster from a different, maybe much more personal side. And I won’t lie, Jaster being a passionate man speaks to me, an introvert, on a very specific level (as in: not showing that side to every person around you), especially since he doesn’t appear like that in comics? For the little we could observe him through two issues, he was rather cool-headed and down to earth type of person? Being sympathetic to Jango and showing anger only once, at Montross (whom he still personally rescued despite Montross openly disobeying his orders). Passion is not something I would call comics!Mereel and in a way Tor’s words, for me, brings more humanity to Jaster than Dooku’s understanding and Jango’s glorification did.

This does not mean that Jango didn’t know Mereel well but Fett understandably idolized his mentor, especially since he was still pretty young (~14) when Jaster died and this “nostalgia” definitely affected how he remembered Mereel in his adult life. In a way I feel Jango’s opinion is for what Mereel strived (virtues) while Tor’s present humanity (flaws).

And let's not forget the History of the Mandalorians - the supposedly objective article - describes Jaster Mereel as a “deeply pious human”.

The oxford and cambridge online dictionaries say pious means “deeply religious” what I find very intrigued yet another overlooked detail. And hey, a person wouldn't fight tooth-and-nail to become reigning Mandalore without being passionate and devoted to his ideals, right? So I like to think that Jango and Tor opinions about Jaster don't contradict each other but simply present Mereel from different angles that add more depth to his otherwise not exploited character.

[t4t-scout]

engie for this thingy lol :3

sure, ill brain worms about engi <3

First impression - ill be frank, one of the first tf2 things i saw was Emesis Blue so uh, the Conagher brothers.... white guy

Impression now - this man single handedly made me really into cowboys (and he's not even a cowboy he's just texan) anyway i have a lil crush on him <3 hes so charming~

Favorite moment - this look in the comics is really good

(i still haven't read them all yet please bear with me) but in the spirit of the last time i did this, here's some voice lines i really like (cuz i saved them to my pc lol)

Idea for a story - idk im not really a writer.... i like daydreaming about ships :)

Unpopular opinion - man i dont think i have any...

Favorite relationship - ooooooooo i cant pick one....... ok so, here 4 engi/spy, engi/pyro, engi/soldier and engi/medic <33

Favorite headcanon - is or once was a tits haver, also trans masc, that one im like, very sure about to me <3

idk if this is considered a hc but he's fat to me <3

oh oh and heterochromia (one brown and one..... grey?)

[ruvviks]

what is the event/main cause that made roksana cut her mom off?

now this is interesting to talk about because it would be a very gradual process spanning over many many years but it would all come to explode during the events of the broker, despite that fic focusing on vitali; the events of that fic affect his whole family even though it doesn't elaborate much on the effects on his siblings. i initially had several chapters dedicated to roksana but had to cut it short and put it all in one chapter only but when i go for the rewrite i'm putting all of the initial ideas back because it's IMPORTANT. she and vitali are so similar in so many ways but also not at the same time. anyway ok yes here we go

so for roksana specifically she's kind of been a background character in the family ever since she was young. you'd think that after two other kids her parents would know how to parent her correctly but instead they just kind of let her do her thing and she got away with everything, which was nice in a way because it gave her freedom within the house itself but outside of that there was just nothing there for her. with the whole world to her disposal but nobody there with her to help her or keep her company through it all life just got suffocating to her in a way :(

she felt trapped in her family and her brothers always got the spotlight (mostly negative attention, since mainly their mother nadya was always just angry at vitali and after vitali left home daniil just kind of became her new therapist; but roksana did not really pay attention to this, all she saw was her brothers getting attention and not her), so roksana ended up fitting herself into all the boxes her parents wanted her to be in just to get some attention from them and get the love that she deserved. she was the family's poster child, but at the same time this whole role was an act of her, acting the way people expected her to act to get some respect and it was actively chipping away at her psyche, it stopped her from actually growing up and becoming her own person if that makes sense?? her personality was just fabricated specifically for her parents. but that's not who she was or wanted to be. but she knew nothing else

roksana and her father matvey have always had a very professional relationship. he was always busy with work and didn't do a lot of parenting so roksana came to see him more as a guy who lived under the same roof as her rather than her father; in the broker this escalates with matvey seeking revenge against vitali and roksana getting dragged into it and becoming a messenger girl in it all, but by then she's entirely neutral towards her father so there's not even bad blood between them when she stops talking to him; he's just a stranger to her. this is what much later allows her to hesitantly come back after vitali and matvey have made amends to try and build up that relationship again

roksana and her mother nadya however are a different story. the main difference is that roksana always hoped that nadya would understand; that she would understand the position roksana was in and understand her anger and her misery and her sorrows and regrets and that she would try to make it easier for her, give her some relief from the burdens she had to carry. but nadya refused to listen to roksana and refused to take her seriously (much like how she had always treated vitali; important to note that vitali is a trans man and to nadya he was still "her daughter"), not allowing her to show any sort of weakness because she herself had by then long killed her own weaknesses within herself and she expected roksana to do the same

and nadya got what she wanted. roksana grew up a cold and bitter woman, she let her anger win (contrasting vitali who after all this time STILL chooses kindness; if the roles for him and roksana had been reversed, though, he would have turned out the same as her, but the contrast and parallels between vitali and roksana is a story for another time) and she knows it's nadya's fault and she HATES her mother for it. she hates what nadya turned her into and she hates that she never got a normal childhood and she wants nothing more than to get out of there. this is why she vanishes from night city after her appearance in the broker fic, and why initially it is entirely unclear if she'll ever come back

so basically to summarize, nadya robbed roksana of her childhood and her softness and her ability to become her own person by forcing her to be the poster child of the family, and in classic dobrynin family fashion roksana tends to take grudges to her grave, so i don't really see her forgiving her mother for it any time soon. add to that the fact she sees nadya as the cause the entire family started crumbling apart in the first place (whether or not this is true is at this point very hard to tell because like, how far can you trace something like this back and who can be held responsible for what etc etc, but especially taking into consideration she never respected vitali's identity which is what drove him away from home, then did not allow him to reconnect which is what got him into arasaka, and THEN pushed matvey to get revenge after vitali indirectly got them fired at said corporation, and all of THAT is what drove daniil away from home and what caused roksana to change so drastically i'd say it's safe to say she is one of the bigger players in it all LMAO) AND doesn't feel comfortable around her anymore after her affair with ravager (nadya did that while still being married to matvey; they're divorced now), and there you go. mother privileges have been revoked

that being said, roksana does wish things were different. she stuck around for much longer than her brothers did almost in an attempt to fix things?? which again parallels vitali with how he also ends up trying to fix things in the broker fic but basically both of them fail and that's why roksana ends up leaving, she doesn't see the point in staying anymore because there's nothing there for her anymore :(

she does eventually come back to reconnect with vitali (most of their past beef was caused by twisted perspectives of the other's life at home as a child + daniil's rancid behavior bringing out the worst in both of them) and matvey (what i said earlier about them being strangers; no bad blood so an attempt can be made), but nadya has been cut off entirely and so has daniil for roksana because of how similar he is in his behavior to their mother, i talked a bit more about that here

this got very long i am so sorry i am positively insane about this family and all the dynamics. basically the tl;dr is that nadya gets worst mother of the year award forever and always

[fineredmist]

at this point i just block people for making fem fortress designs that i think fundamentally misunderstand both how the characters work and how gender works. They would not fucking look like that

[piddgeon]

you know. I’m gonna say it. something about the way some people depict Arthur as this like. very submissive uwu soft boy when with Charles just Does Not sit right with me. can we stop that

[boimann]

TF2 LGBT HEADCANONS

SCOUT

he/him

cis man

straigth/bicurious (closet man in closet land)

SOLDIER

he/him

trans man (merasmus transissioned him)

pan, poly

PYRO

any pronoun

agender

aroace

DEMO

he/him

cis man

pan, poly

HEAVY

he/him

cis man

bi

ENGIE

he/him

cis man

aroace

MEDIC

he/him

cis man

gay

SNIPER

he/him

just a fucking thing

wouldn't you like to know

SPY

he/they

gender non conforming man

bi, poly

[luvrdotcom]

Teams

just saw somebody do this, and all I will say is: i'm right, you're wrong, shut up!

[slythereen]

i don’t think charles has extended yet, i don’t think ferrari has offered him anything tbh 😞 i fear he will have no seat because ferrari 100% would fuck with him like that

i think it would be weird if ferrari is the one delaying, as i think they must be delusional if they are not trying to get him locked down. like it only seems plausible to me that charles is the one delaying / causing negotiations to slow because he is making demands. i don't think ferrari would outright give up / turn their backs on him unless he indicated that he might leave first, in which case they might then get all huffy and "well we don't want you either" about it.

what i do know is that there is absolutely no way charles ends up without a seat, full-stop, unless it's something he chooses. like. it could be the day before testing and there are numerous teams who would break contracts and sell souls to put charles leclerc in their car. now, i don't think he would be willing to drive for just any team, but i also think rbr would take him in a heartbeat. aston too. mercedes maybe. mclaren? debatable but not impossible. like yeah they had some firmly locked in driver line-ups but they're not clowns and recognize charles' talent (and star power lbr) so i think he probably could pursue any team he wanted to.

so have faith !! we might be suffering in ferrari for another year or forever but at least we'll know it's because charles chose it 🫡

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 24: Prey (Primal)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Medic play a little game of cat and mouse while you have the base to yourselves

Tags: Primal, Second Opinion, rough, being hunted, hair pulling, scratching, roleplay, teasing, aftercare

Word Count: 3.1k

The Masterlist

The halls were dark and foreboding, the only illumination being the cool glow of the moon. It’s light shone through the few windows that were present in the building. The chaos that was usually commonplace was absent. By some miracle, all of the other mercenaries were out for the night, allowing an eerie quiet to permeate throughout the base. Well, all but one of the mercenaries, to be exact.

You shivered, glancing cautiously towards dark corners that couldn’t be reached by the moonlight. You were only wearing a thin nightgown, but the reason for your shivering wasn’t due to the cold air of the desert night. It was due to the unwavering feeling that you were being watched. Your heart was beating so fast. Much too fast, and much too loud, like it was going to burst.

Your breathing wasn’t much better, sounding ragged and cacophonous in the otherwise silent environment. Every tiny sound seemed to echo throughout the base. The base, which only held two inhabitants; you, and that which you were fleeing from.

You didn’t dare to actually run. Knowing that the harsh fall of your footsteps would simply announce your location, you essentially speed walked past dark corners, trying to stay in the most well lit areas. You knew there was no point in hiding. He would find you eventually. Instead, you stood blatantly in the light, betting everything on the possibility that it would give you the advantage of sight, at the very least. You could take away the element of surprise. You would see him coming first.

Of course, all that logic was for naught when you actually did catch sight of him. It wasn’t all of him, but it was enough. In the shadows you glimpsed it, the shocking paleness of a clouded white eye, ever so slightly reflecting the moonlight followed by the metallic glint of the staples that held him together. That was all you were able to register before your brain was overrun with one simple, urgent, primitive command.

Run.

Just like that, you were racing in the opposite direction of those blood lusting eyes. You turned corners wildly, almost slipping, but thankfully managing to recover at the last minute. A fall or a trip could mean capture, and you wouldn’t even let your mind entertain the thought of what may happen after that. No, you thought only of running, only of escape, but to where?

Then you saw it, a side door, most likely leading to a storage closet. You weren’t sure how long a simple lock would hold, but at least it would buy you some time to think. You broke into a sprint, reaching out to the doorknob that was almost within reach, so close to safety.

You hadn’t even heard the footsteps closing in behind you. An arm wound around your waist, jerking you backwards and away from the door. A shout escaped you as you were turned around and pulled flush against the body of your pursuer.

For just a few moments, you were held there. Medic’s hands splayed out across your back as you were pressed tightly against his chest- a comforting reminder that no matter how convincing this predator-prey scenario may be, you were safe. This was nothing more than an extremely elaborate game of cat and mouse, and as always, you had lost. Now it was time for the predator in question to decide what would become of you.

Then the grip tightened. Fingers dug into your back painfully, reminding you of your role in this act. You squirmed in a mock attempt to flee, but your efforts were for naught. Just as you managed to break free from his grasp, you stumbled. Before you realized what happened, you were face down on the floor, pinned beneath a body much stronger than your own. You had only succeeded in further trapping yourself.

A malicious chuckle sent shivers down your spine as you struggled to look behind you, to catch a glimpse of your captor, but you couldn’t crane your neck far enough. You made one last desperate attempt to squirm away, only to feel his body press down against yours, his mouth right next to your ear.

“You’re not getting away so easily, liebchen.”

Your blood ran cold at the sound of that voice, vicious and far less forgiving than the Medic you knew by day. You were flipped onto your back, forced to face him directly. Now up close, you could see the ghostly pallor that overtook half of his face, a face completely split down the center. Those mismatched eyes looked down at you with a wide and wicked gaze, like a starving animal offered its first meal in days.

His mouth descended upon your neck before you could get a word out, stealing your breath away and turning any plea for mercy you had prepared into a soft gasp. It almost became a moan, but you managed to reel yourself in. You were supposed to be scared. After all, you were mere prey, caught in the jaws of a ravenous hunter.

Medic inhaled deeply, face pressed into the crook of your neck. “You smell so sweet. Perhaps I should simply devour you right now?”

“No, please!” You played up the begging, looking up at him with doe-like eyes. Every aspect of you exuded the aura of a helpless creature, willing to do anything to survive this encounter. “Spare me.”

He paused, considering your plea. The few moments of silence that passed as he did so were tense and felt painfully long. His face was still buried against your neck, so you couldn’t even examine his expression. There was no way to get any kind of read on what he was thinking, and the anticipation was killing you.

Finally, you got a response in the form of a dark chuckle. Medic pulled away to look at your terrified expression. You blinked, waiting for the verdict, waiting for him to seal your fate.

“Oh, liebling, mein liebes hilfloses Mädchen.” His tone clearly mocked you. A hand found its way into your hair, tugging it roughly and making you whine. “You beg so pathetically, but I suppose I could have mercy on you.”

The grip on your hair was released, and you gasped in relief. His hand moved to caress your cheek, then your neck, continuing downward.

“There is more than one way to sate a beast’s hunger, after all.”

Your heart somehow managed to beat even more rapidly and your breath quickened as you understood his meaning. Before you could say a word, whether it was to protest or beg, that thin nightgown you wore was quite literally torn away from your body, leaving you completely exposed. Instinctively, you moved to cover yourself, grasping at the shredded pieces of the garment in vain. Those strong hands pushed your thighs apart and your arms were pulled away from your chest. You whimpered as he reached forward and rubbed a couple fingers over your slit, already quite wet.

“So, you’re aroused by this?” He asked, chuckling. “You’re the kind of little schlampe that gets off on being hunted down like a weak little rabbit?”

You only whined again, hiding your flushed face in your hands. Medic laughed louder. Your reaction was quite telling on its own.

“I suppose you don’t need to answer. After all, this speaks for itself.” He pressed his two fingers into your entrance and you gasped, startled by the sudden intrusion. “Oh, I like the sound of that, mädchen. Those choking, shuddering little gasps. I wonder what other sounds you can make for me?”

His fingers curled within you and you cried out louder. You heard the growl-like chuckle deep in his throat. He knew he had found a good spot, and he planned to make full use of it. Every curl sent sparks of pleasure up your body and you moaned shamelessly.

A thumb brushed over your clit and your whole body convulsed. Your every reaction was met with more low laughter. The sight of you writhing beneath him already had him feeling painfully aroused, but he intended to finish you off first.

“You’re already so close. I can feel it, the way you're throbbing around my fingers,” he said. You barely registered his words, responding with little more than another needy moan. “Go on then, desperate little thing, let yourself come.”

His voice dripped with faux sweetness. Still, you followed his command, your body reacting as if those words were all you needed to push you over the edge. You gasped and moaned, letting the ripples of pleasure overtake you, reaching out to grasp onto the fabric of Medic’s shirt, and remaining like that until he pulled himself free of your grip.

He removed his fingers and examined the slick digits with an unreadable stare before licking them clean. He kept his eyes on you now, making sure that you watched every moment of the lewd display until he was finished.

“Oh ja, just as delicious as I thought.” He smirked devilishly and a shiver ran through you as he turned his attention to the rest of your body. Those hands began to stroke over every inch of you. His fingers traced along your curves, twitching, as if he could barely resist the urge to tear into you.

The way he looked at you was chilling. It was the way a hunter looked at a prized buck, freshly shot and ready to be mounted on a wall. Although you had a feeling you were going to be mounted in a much different way. A glance downward confirmed that suspicion as you caught sight of the generous tent in his pants.

“Gott, this body! I want to get my hands on every part of you, fraulein.” His eyes were wide, looking down at you with a lustful gaze. You whimpered, looking around as if you were searching for an escape, still playing up your role as fearful prey, even though you truly wanted nothing more than to be taken by those very capable hands. “Oh yes, I see that little spark of fear. I’m going to use every last inch of you until I’m satisfied.”

Those fingers of his really did work quickly, unzipping his fly and lowering his pants and briefs just enough to free his erection within moments. Almost unconsciously, you spread your legs wider for him, your eyes going alight at the sight of him so hard, so ready to claim you. Medic lined up and entered you with a carnal sound that sent sparks of arousal through your body.

“Oh Gott, so eng!” His voice seemed strained, as if he was barely keeping his composure. After a moment, he managed to recover his domineering tone. “You feel just how a good little schlampe should.”

You bucked up against him, almost involuntarily. The feeling of him finally within you was setting your nerves alight, and you just wanted him to start moving already. In response, a pair of hands latched onto your waist, their grip unforgiving, keeping you perfectly still.

“Not enough for you, liebchen?” He hissed, clearly displeased with your impatience. “Well then, perhaps I don’t need to waste time being gentle with you.”

He set a breakneck pace, barely giving you a chance to adjust. It was rough and savage. You knew that it would leave you sore, but you didn’t care. You just wanted more, and so you begged and moaned for just that, much to Medic’s delight.

“Ja, keep crying out like that,” His nails were beginning to dig into your skin and you winced. He laughed low, a wicked glint in his eyes as he watched your reactions. “Look at you, my sweet little haustier, quivering under my control, and to think, just a little while ago you were trying to run from me.”

He leaned down and you shivered as his breath tickled your ear. You felt the fabric of his shirt against your chest as he continued to thrust into you at a dizzying pace.

“But you weren’t hoping for escape, were you? Oh nein, you wanted to be caught from the beginning, didn’t you?” He asked. You tried to answer, but all you could manage was a desperate moan. He paused, and you whined at the loss of stimulation before he took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to look him in the eyes. “Answer me, maus. Admit it.”

“Yes! Yes, please! I wanted this, I wanted you to take me!” You practically screamed. You were so close and you needed him to start moving again.

“Gutes mädchen. Such a good girl.” Just like that, he resumed that merciless pace as if he had never even stopped. He pulled you into his arms, holding you against him as he snapped his hips down, hitting his mark perfectly every time. All the while, he continued to whisper the filthiest things in your ear. You clung onto every word.

Before long, you found yourself clawing at him, but not in an attempt to get away like before. You tried to pull him even closer to you, tugging at his clothes and digging your nails into his arms. He hissed at the sting and thrust harder into you, as if to force you back into submission. It only made you scratch, beg and buck harder.

“Ah, that’s right darling. Let me know just how badly you’ve been aching for someone like me to pin you down and fill you, just like this!” He smirked, knowing that he had succeeded in turning you just as savage as him, just as ravenous for unrelenting pleasure. And you were loving every damn minute of it.

“Please! Please, don’t fucking stop!” You begged, even though he wasn’t showing a single sign of stopping. Your breath hitched as he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you to meet his thrusts. You nearly screamed when he hit an especially sensitive area, and he took notice. With a low chuckle, he began to ravage you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly until you were arching off the floor, your eyes rolling back as you began to lose yourself to the pleasure.

“I’m close! Oh fuck, I’m so close, please!” You moaned and cried out until you finally came. You nearly drew blood as your nails dug into Medic’s arms and you shook beneath him, almost sobbing from the strength of your climax. Medic wasn’t far behind, thrusting in deep and stilling within you with a deep, growling moan.

You listened as he rode out his orgasm, alternating rapidly between his two voices, creating an erotic cacophony as they fought for dominance. Sweet praises mixed perfectly with sharp commands for you to moan louder. Then suddenly, he descended on your neck again, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of your neck. Perhaps it was an attempt to stifle his own sounds, perhaps it was an attempt to claim you, in a way. Most likely, it was both. It hurt at first, but gradually, the pain faded, ebbing away along with Medic’s moans until the only sound left was heavy breathing.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, and Medic fell to the floor beside you. You glanced to the side, admiring how the soft moonlight shining through the windows of the base perfectly framed his exhausted figure. The two of you stayed like that for several minutes, in complete yet comfortable silence. After all, neither of you exactly had the energy to speak.

You did manage to work up the strength to nestle into Medic’s side, his arm coming to rest over your shoulders. He was so warm, and his arm around you was comforting as always. You allowed yourself to be soothed by the gentle rise and fall of his breathing as you rested your head on his chest. You never would have imagined that you could be so comfortable laying on a literal floor.

“Darling?” Medic’s voice was soft, and you weren’t even sure if you really heard him at first. You looked up at him inquisitively. Carefully, he sat up, holding you steady in his arms. “That was a lot, meine liebe. Are you alright?

“That was really good,” you said. Your voice was slightly hoarse from how loud you had been. You were pulled further into that sturdy embrace.

“Gut, liebchen. You did so well,” he whispered, kissing along your neck. You sighed, then winced suddenly as the endorphins began to fade and you became aware of how your body ached. Being held so tightly didn’t exactly help the matter.

Medic noticed immediately, loosening his grip and apologizing. “Oh dear, I’m sorry darling,” he started brushing his fingers through your hair, still eager to have his hands on you in any way he could, but not wanting to hurt you. “We were on that floor for a while. You’re probably sore, hm?

“A little,” you admitted with a small nod.

“We can fix that right up for you. A few moments under the Medigun should do the trick.” His fingers brushed against your cheek reassuringly. You looked up at him with a soft smile, taking in the sight of the crudely grafted face that others would find horrifying. The side of Medic that had taken you so roughly just a few minutes ago was surprisingly silent. You figured that he was probably as spent as you were, and you allowed yourself a small moment of self satisfaction at the thought of that.

“What about you?” You asked suddenly, realizing you hadn’t checked in with him at all yet. “Are you alright?”

“Of course, schatz.” Medic paused, looking deep in thought. You waited patiently for him to voice his thoughts, and you saw a small smirk spread across his face. “I don’t often get the chance to let him take over so completely like that. He is quite unpredictable, as you know, but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t strangely cathartic.”

This time you grinned, feeling a slight spark of hope upon hearing that Medic had also quite enjoyed letting out his ‘other half’ for a night. “Does that mean we can do this again?” You asked.

“Perhaps, assuming we can get all the others out of the base again.” He mused over the possibilities for a moment before returning to the present. “But let’s worry about future plans later, liebling. I think we could both use a hot shower now, ja?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you conceded, moving to stand, but before you could Medic had gathered you up in his arms. He smiled down at you as he sauntered down the hall, carrying you with ease towards the promise of a relaxing shower and some well deserved rest.

[the-redacted-of-all-time]

actually chat idk how to feel abt this skin anymore

(some long ahh ranting in the tags btw)

[thefrogswhospoke]

lgbtqia+ tf2 stuff lol

my hc for the tf2 mercs + ms. pauling

Btw this is all my opinion and you don't have to agree. pls do not start internet conflict over my silly goofy little tf2 post 💀🙏

Pyro - any pronouns + unknown/unlabeled. They kinda act like a little kid so I don't really think they would even understand or really care about sexuality and gender identity, especially their own.

Engi - He/Him Straight(?) ally. He's questioned it before definitely and at a time thought he was pan, now he's just a very comfortable ally.

Spy - He/Him + PAN MAN. Has slept with every person under the gender spectrum umbrella and will do it again. He will use any pronouns if he is in disguise but mainly uses He/Him bc he's an old french greasy skrunk.

Heavy - He/Him + Demi Gay. I mean. C'mon, we can all admit Medic is basically his husband at this point. Also, growing up in isolation made him less exposed to the concept of the gender spectrum, he doesn't care though. He accepts everyone.

Sniper - He/They/It + Aro/Ace or possibly Demi Pan. He doesn't dwell on himself very much, since they doesn't interact with other people very often, he doesn't think it's necessary, it tells people they're unlabeled but he keeps it to themself what it really identifies with.

Scout - He/Him + Bi with a preference for women/fem people. He will go to the ends of the earth to convince people he's straight, but can, will, and has beat someone with a bat if they are homophobic or transphobic in his presence.

Soldier - He/Him + Straight. He has a fiancé in the comics I think. She's cool. He's also a little too stupi dum dum to grasp sexuality and gender. He doesn't care, he'd rather talk about AMERICA 🦅💪

Demo - He/Him/Any + Pan. He hasn't found "the one" yet, but when he does, he'll know by their heart, not their body. He doesn't really care about gender, call him whatever you want.

Medic - He/It + Gay. He will steal your skeleton and implant a baboon uterus in you, does it really matter what this bbg does with it's husband?

Ms. Pauling - She/They + LESBIAN. I love her and she deserves a tall gf to pick her up for cuddles <333 or a small fairy gf that bakes her bread + makes her lunches for work.