#tf2 fanfic

[hypernova-writes]

*sad little german orphan boy accent* Fraulein… I require headcannon with Scout mumbling sweet nothings to his s/o while half asleep… bitte… I can give you a euro cent 🥺

A/n: I don't know why I read this in Medic's voice PLEASE I need help—

Pillow Talk [Scout x Reader]

Scout loved sharing a bed with you. Once he got a feel of being curled up to you while laying in bed.

Especially after an intense round of sex, the two of your get all washed up and lay back down in his bed, bare bodies pressed up against each other.

It didnt take him long for him to start drifting off to sleep, especially with you rubbing his hair as he lays on your chest.

Your favorite thing was how he turned into such a chatter box while he was asleep.

"Mhm...dollface..i love ya..so damn much.."

"Love how ya feel around me..."

"You make me feel..so special.."

He would ramble on, and not even know he's rambling to you. You would find it so damned cute. Because Scout wasn't afraid of professing his love to you, and it seems that he felt the same way while in his sleep.

"...your pussy loves this cock don't it?.."

Annnddd sometimes he could be more vulgar with it, pairing it with nuzzles into your breasts, soft kisses and gentle caresses.

You would always gently nudge him awake, seeing how dopey and cheesey he would be when you bring up what he said in his sleep.

"Hmm..? Can't a guy love on his girl?~"

[boredgrace23-gracepotts]

Kith And Kin, chapters 11-15

Art of chapters 11-15 from my fanfic Kith And Kin

[remmys]

🎃 TFTOBER 2024 !!

Hey there!! I really wanted to participate in an October prompt list, but seeing as I've been really hooked on TF2 for this entire year, I figured it would be fun to do a TF2 themed list!!

If you participate, feel free to tag your posts w/ #tftober !!! I'd love to see what other people do <3 This list should be perfectly doable for any medium (art, writing, sfm, etc!)

Below the cut is a list of all the prompts with some extra flavor text/ideas! Things are kept vague in a typical drawing prompt fashion

DAY 1 - Main

Who's your main? Who do you play most often?

DAY 2 - Hats!

It's not called a glorified hat simulator for nothing! There's plenty of cosmetics at your fingertips in the game!

DAY 3 - Relationships

Everyone knows someone. Whether it's a family member, a friend, a lover, or even an arch nemesis!

DAY 4 - Pyrovision

Put on the goggles and take a look at things with a new perspective!

DAY 5 - Battlefield

Probably where a mercenary spends most of their time

DAY 6 - On Break

Battles don't rage on forever. You've gotta take a break eventually

DAY 7 - Offense

The front lines. The moving force

DAY 8 - Defense

The back lines. Makes sure nobody gets too far

DAY 9 - Support

Everything in between! Perhaps even the foundations of some teams

DAY 10 - Teamwork

It's not called TEAM Fortress for nothing, right?

DAY 11 - Fem Fortress

Happy Friday! Give some love to the girls!

DAY 12 - Free Space

Draw, write, or SFM to your heart's content! Do whatever you'd like!

DAY 13 - Respawn

Nobody stays dead.

DAY 14 - Capture the Flag

That briefcase isn't going to steal itself!

DAY 15 - Backstab

Should've checked behind you.

DAY 16 - Mann vs Machine

Guns and bullets or nuts and bolts? Who knows what could be running through those metallic minds...

DAY 17 - Expiration Date

Teleportation and bread. What else can I say?

DAY 18 - Headcannons

Think a little deeper. What do you just know has got to be true about the mercenaries?

DAY 19 - At home

Everyone comes from somewhere. Everyone has a home.

DAY 20 - Headshot

Looks like you stood a little bit too still.

DAY 21 - Alternate Universe

Emesis Blue? Lil' Pootis? A universe where the mercenaries are all alligators? The world is your oyster.

DAY 22 - Australium

A divine and valued substance rarer than gold

DAY 23 - Administrator

There's more to a war than just the fighters

DAY 24 - Pets

Some people have a soft spot for certain animals. Others choose to keep theirs around 24/7.

DAY 25 - Injury

An inevitability of war

DAY 26 - Control Points

A constant back and fourth

DAY 27 - Comics

Ink, panels, and pages. A story through words and pictures.

DAY 28 - Custom Class

Is nine really enough to cover everyone needed in a war? Probably not!

DAY 29 - Ubercharge

A miracle of medicine

DAY 30 - Sentry

Sometimes the best way to get good aim is to not be the one aiming

DAY 31 - Scream Fortress

Happy Halloween! Scream out to your heart's content and enjoy the spooks of the night!

[oblique-lane]

I wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your artwork and your "Anomaly Diversion" fic, and I sincerely hope you continue it.

I understand that it's a huge undertaking to write something so detailed and beautiful, and there is no pressure for you to keep going if you can't, but I just wanted to tell you how much I love your work <3

This made me tear up... I feel so seen.

I really appreciate that you see how it is, indeed, very hard... But it's worth it. I've recently started making a Miro board for it (so I stop forgetting stuff...)

I'm not in a very good place of mind right now which prevents me from working as efficiently as usual, but I'm working on it. Slowly but steadily. Thank you so much for checking </3

I couldn't draw much lately but here! Take these unfinished pics of a fic concept I was trying to explain lol

(CLONE THEORY 2nd Edition)

[cosmic-meteorites]

Amazing fic by @boredgrace23-gracepotts This fic is so good y'all!!! Man I was on the edge of my seat every time a new chapter drops and GOLLY does it hit you!

Wym I drew this just to cope from the recent chapter? don't be silly

Tw// Body horror (spoilers on the recent chapter)

[prettyboypistol]

Team Fortress 2 Masterlist!

Mercs x Masculine!Male Reader

Asking The Mercs to Join You in The Shower(M!Reader) 18+

Mercs x Romantic!SO (M!Reader)

Mercs' Wet Dreams (M!Reader) 18+

Mercs Reacting to Safeword Use 18+

How to Seduce the Mercs!

Mercs x Shy!Reader (M!Reader)

First Respawn Panic Attack Comfort(M!Reader)

Valentines Headcanons

Random Headcanons

More Lore-Based Headcanons

How the Mercs Like to be Topped(M!Reader) 18+

Mercs Thanksgiving Headcanons

How The Mercs Jerk Off (M!Reader) 18+

How You Fluster the Mercs (M!Reader)

How the Mercs Kiss!(GN!Reader)

Mercs Being Jealous Over You! (M!Reader)

Mercs Having a Gay Awakening!(M!Reader) 18+

Mercs Keeping "Us" a Secret! (M!Reader) 18+

How The Mercs Manage Anger

Mercs Walking In On You Changing! (M!Reader) 18+

Mercs x MessySleeper!S/O(GN!Reader)

Mercs Get Kabedon'd (Mercs x M!Reader)

7 Minutes in Heaven! (Mercs x M!Reader)

Mercs Realizing You Have a Voice Kink! (M!Reader) 18+

Mercs Comforting You After a Stressful Day (M!Reader)

Telling The Mercs You're Autistic(GN!Reader)(shitpost)

Pride Month Headcanons 16+(shitpost??)

Mercs Falling For a FWB (M!Reader) 18+

Mercs Giving Head for the First Time (M!Reader) 18+

Mercs Getting Head for the First Time (M!Reader) 18+

Calling the Mercs "Good Boy"(GN!Reader) 18+

Mercs Walking in on Self-Stimulation (M!Reader) 18+

First Time With the Mercs (M!Reader) 18+

Turning The Mercs On Accidentally (M!Reader) 18+

Hitting on the Mercs (M!Reader)

Mercs Crushing on the New Guy (M!Reader)

Mercs Crushing, but non-merc reader (M!Reader)

OFFENSE CLASS- Domestic Life (GN!Reader)

SUPPORT CLASS- x Chronic Sleepy Bf!(M!Reader)

SUPPORT CLASS- Calling You a Good Boy!(M!Reader)

SNIPER- With a Short Boyfriend! (M!Reader)

SNIPER- Eating You Out Headcanons (FtM!Reader) 18+

SNIPER- Fucking Around, Finding Out(M!Reader) 18+

SNIPER- Secrets of an Isolationist(M!Reader) 18+

SNIPER- Relationship Headcanons(GN!Reader)

SNIPER- Flustering Sniper (+art)(GN!Reader)

SNIPER- Rough Day's Lament (M!Reader) 18+

SNIPER- Passenger Princess (M!Reader) 18+

SNIPER- First Haircut! (xFTM!Reader)

ENGINEER- NSFW Headcanons 18+

ENGINEER- Leg Disability Meet-Cute/Comfort (M!Reader)

ENGINEER- "Hey Daddy" (M!Reader) 18+

ENGINEER- Blowing Off Steam(M!Reader) 18+

SCOUT- NSFW Headcanons 18+

SCOUT- Cheerleader Reject(M!Reader) 18+

SCOUT- Daddy Issues(M!Reader) 18+

SCOUT- Mind Meltdown(M!Reader) 18+

SCOUT- Domming The Bostonian (M!Reader) 18+

PYRO- Drawer Shrine of You (GN!Reader)

PYRO- NSFW Headcanons 18+

PYRO- Meet the Pyro(GN!Reader) 18+

MEDIC- NSFW HEADCANONS 18+

MEDIC- Oral Exam(FtM!Reader) 18+

MEDIC- Lonliness Comfort(GN!Reader)

MEDIC- Unreliable Nurse (M!Reader)

DEMOMAN- Friends With Multiple Benefits (M!Reader) 18+

SPY- NSFW HEADCANONS 18+

SPY- Meet The Hippie

SOLDIER- Meet The Hippie

SOLDIER- Fluffy Drabble

SOLDIER- Private Inspection 18+

SOLDIER- NSFW Headcanons! 18+

SOLDIER- x Masochist!M!Reader 18+

[simp999]

Ahem. Since my last request was a fumble, could I ask for a more platonic x reader where the reader is in their mid teens? They are pretty good at fighting, and almost never complain under any circumstances, but one day they come down with an illness that was worse than any other sickness they had ever had before. They try to tough it out, but end up breaking down in an isolated corner because they can’t take it anymore. Idk, after that I was just hoping for a Medic-centric comfort story.

Medic, Engineer, Sniper x Sick! Teen! Reader

Wc: 0.7k

A/N: No worries my guy!! Thank you for requesting!! I changed a few things up a bit and chose a few characters, I hope that cool- and I hope this isn't too short! I think I might start doing shorter fics from now on

Masterlist

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Your head throbbed and pounded as your clothes became more drenched with sweat by the minute. But you had to live up to their expectations, you had to continue making them proud. You heaved as you dragged one foot in front of the other, doing your best to drag your compound bow to the respawn room after cleaning it the night before, preparing for today’s battle. You had woken up like this- pain filling every inch of your body and barely able to walk on your own without the aid of the walls surrounding you. 

You had managed to make it just barely into the game room before immediately collapsing to the cold, hard floor. The last thing you heard was a few shouts and hurried footsteps, along with the sound of your bow clattering to the floor. 

You woke up in the lab’s bed, drenched even more. You felt somebody wiping a stray hair that was sticking to your forehead away, then it went to check your temperature. The action was cut short when they noticed your eyes flutter open, quickly beginning to ask you lots of questions. Your eyes darted and your brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of his words that seemed to mesh together. The lights being so bright and everything seeming so loud wasn’t helping. Medic quickly took note and did everything in his power to ease any pain or annoyances. He dimmed the lights, and only allowed two mercs to stay in the waiting area. You felt a nice cold, wet cloth on your forehead, calming you immediately. He spoke with a much softer tone, asking you questions slowly. He was still a bit panicked- this had never happened to you before. 

You had been with the mercs nearly a year now, replacing Scout as the youngest. Despite him being pissy at first, you were now closer than ever with a sibling-like dynamic. It was nice being the teen of the group, almost feeling like you had nine scary dads protecting you; but it also had its downsides, mostly stemming from the fact that you’re still all cold-blooded killers. Which meant the expectation was that you could do great in battle, or so you assumed. You placed all these high bards for yourself, always wanting to make the mercs proud. Some were harder to please than others, such as Spy compared to Pyro who would often clap and grow excited at any little thing you managed. Soldier was the hardest on you out of them all, seeing that you had lots of potential at such a young age. There’s a reason you’re here. Medic and Engineer often had to remind him that you were still a teen.

You did your best to never complain, even when you felt like you were too exhausted to keep doing pushups or run around the base for the 100th time. You had placed the expectation that you had to keep up with the grown men on your shoulders, and you’d gotten used to it.

“Did something happen?” 

You tried to speak, but your voice was caught in your throat. It burned. You lightly shook your head, and it felt like it was spinning. 

Medic’s brows knit with worry as he studied you, deciding to allow the two other mercs in for support in aiding you. Even just for moral support for yourself. With the sweetest Texan accent, one of them spoke;

“Awh, Honeybee, ya shoulda told us ya weren’t feelin’ well, sugar.”

The other one nodded and he adjusted his sunnies, continuing to wipe a clothe over your prized bow. He knew you did your best to take great care of it, so he opted to do it himself. 

“Mhmm. Worried ‘bout ya, Roo.”

Engie listened to Medic’s every word- from getting you water to removing or adding a blanket, while Sniper- despite not being a big fan of physical contact, allowed himself to hold your hand in his with a very loose grip, running his thumb soothingly over the back of your hand. He rarely whispered small nothings to you, reassuring you.

“You're gonna be okay, bunny. You’ll be okay. We’re here for ya.” 

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Mar. 6. 24

[crabonfire]

sick mercs (1/3)

characters: offense class

warnings: none, fluff and crack (I think)

note: I hate making things into parts BUUTTT pyros ALONE ended up being super long, so I'm making them based off of class!! and...its 2 am so I should probably be asleep instead of writing anyway. Parts 2 and 3 will feature the other classes, and will be written tomorrow! Cause its late and I'm tired! okay love u

no but why did I make pyros so long 😭 it was a whole fic wtf

reposts and shares appreciated (u///u)<3

♡Scout♡

•When he's sick he's SUPPPERRR dramatic over it cause when he was a kid his ma was super doting and stuff, and since he was the youngest it made sense. But with you he tries to be all suave and tough, not wanting to admit the fever he has is absolutely killing him, oh the runny nose he has? That's just cause...he...ate something spicy. Not cause of a flu, no...

•He makes an effort to not talk or see the team at all today, and weirdly, he only ever gets sick on ceasefire days. It's like his body isn't used to not doing anything and that gives him a chance to do a bunch of stupid stuff, that, in the end, gets him sick.

•So he's stuck in his room. When you or anyone else knock on his door he pretends he's asleep, and sometimes, he really is. But, when you catch him in the kitchen stealing one of Heavy's sandwiches, he's sniffling, his face slightly red (redder than usual) his expression one like a kicked puppy.

•When you confront him about it, he just acts like he's not sick.

"I'm not sick, okay?"

But when you put your foot down, getting him back to bed and getting the right medicine from the medic, he has this certain look on his face. His cheeks are red, probably because of his fever, but, it might also be caused by you.

The moment your voice turns soft, or stern, depending on how kind you wanna be to his stubbornness, his lips curl into a grin, and immediately he whines and melts, acting like his sickness is the end of the world.

"Ah, my head...ohhhh my head. Hurts so bad. Maybe if ya kiss it...I'll feel better." He says, his voice weak as he closes his eyes, shifting in bed like some sort of damsel in distress.

• He'd be real obedient as you give him medicine and stuff, and stare up at you with bright eyes, as if the little fucker wasn't acting so brave about it before. The moment anyone walks in or sees him being doted, he'll push you away (maybe even physically, in panic) cause he's scared to ruin his reputation.

But when they're gone, he'll apologize and cling to you like a parasite. Muttering and mumbling incoherent things for your attention. He's an ass, but he loves you.

• He'd always tell you how much he appreciates you as you stay by his side, his very dizzy and sick brain making him slur his words, that cheeky grin still plastered on his face.

"You care about me...haha."

"You're so sweet, you love me, don't you?"

You know how some people get super weird and sorta high when they're super sick? Yeah that's scout with you.

♡Soldier♡

• Like Scout, absolutely DENIES that he's sick.

"SICKNESS AND DISEASE IS MERELY A HOAX! AN EXCUSE CREATED BY COMMUNISTS TO SPREAD THEIR LIES ABOUT AMERICAN- ACHOO-"

• Entire day there's a gigantic frown on his face, he cannot stop sneezing. He sneezed on Scout, and Scout was convinced that he was gonna die.

Engineer is the first to speak up after seeing the soldier violently sneeze without closing his nose. But, his stubbornness gets in the way and he merely brushes him off. Then, half the team begs you to talk to him. So you do.

"Hey Soldier, uh, you...you're looking a little pale."

"PALE? WELL, I GUESS MY SKIN HAS BEEN LOOKING GOOD TODAY!"

You chuckled, "No, pale in a bad way. And I notice you've been sneezing a bunch, are you feeling okay? Did you catch a cold?"

He frowns, and yet again, denies any accusation that he's sick. It doesn't take long, though, when you convince him to stay in his room (or yours, which he'd prefer) so you could "surprise" him. He takes that as an invitation for something else and was a little disappointed when he realized it was a trick to get him to rest.

"Wait...THIS IS A TRAP! YOU'VE TRAPPED ME! HELP-"

He starts to yell as you take his helmet off. You simply laugh, placing it nearby. "Yeah. I trapped you, and now, I order you to stay in bed while I go get some medicine. Am I clear?"

He scoffs at your command. "And what if I DON'T stay?" He remarked, you frowned. "Then you'll be disappointing all the...Americans that spent so much time curating and- crafting the very medication that keeps us healthy."

You made that shit up on the spot, but you knew whenever you spoke to him like a commander did, he'd always listen. He thought about it for a moment and grumbled in reply;

"Fine."

• He does as you ask, staying completely still in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a frown, occasionally muttering things to himself as if this very action is the worst thing in the world. When you come back, tray in hand with medicine and a glass of water, his expression softens slightly.

You sit down on the bed, he sits up, and as you hand him the medicine, something warm grows in his chest. He stays silent as he takes the medicine reluctantly, before he stares at you with an unreadable expression.

You smile ask what's wrong but he shakes his head. A big grin appears on his face as he realizes something and he chuckles, but he doesn't tell you what he's thinking about.

"Thanks, cupcake."

• You take care of him, keeping a watch on him for a while as you beg him to get some rest for his cold. He agrees but only if you stay with him, and you do. He holds you tightly as he braves through his cold, head nuzzled in your shoulder as your treated like a Teddy bear.

He felt happy. Someone cared for him, and he didn't know why, but that realization made his heart feel full. Not the type of full he'd usually feel after a hard victory, or the type of full he'd feel after messing around with demoman all day, but a type of full he could feel only with you. He really cared for you, and he was honored you cared for him just as much.

♡Pyro♡

• You could honestly never tell pyro was sick. Sometimes they'd spend days with you as normal, very much sick, but they'd never show it. That's also because they had a strong immune system, and only got sick every couple of years or so.

The one time they've ever gotten sick around you, was during the hottest day in Teufort. Everyone was sweating their asses off, so you could imagine how bad it was for them. Having to be around fire, wearing a heavy, thick, fire retardant suit all day? Oh, it was bad.

They sat at the locker room for longer after battle had ended, seemingly staring off into the distance. Everyone else had left, so did you. But when they didn't come out for an hour or so you checked in on them, visibly worried.

"Pi? You okay?"

You saw them, still sitting in the same bench, looking off into the ground. You walked over to them, placing a hand on their shoulder. They jolted, as if awoken from a deep sleep. They turned their head, their breathing was loud in the quiet room, but it was heavy and ragged. You frowned in worry.

"What's wrong?"

• They muffled something even you couldn't understand, their voice was quiet, before they shook their head and got up. They almost stumbled, but you kept their balance. They leaned their head on your shoulder, and you could feel the heavy breaths they exhaled through their mask. You turned to them, placing a hand on their shoulder.

"It's a hot day, huh? Can't be feeling too good especially in that suit of yours."

They mumbled in reply, and you took that as a sign that they must've been real affected by the heat today. "Lets get you to your room, I'll get you a nice cold glass of water, okay?"

• You headed back to their room, allowing them to sit for a bit as you went and got some ice cold water. You sat by, the door locked as they lifted off their mask to take a sip. You could feel the heat they radiated, even from a short distance.

"Pi, I think you might have a fever."

They chugged down the water, before turning to you, lifting their mask back down. They went quiet for a moment before they nodded. You frowned, "Why didn't you say anything?" They shrugged, shaking their head. "Mmh mmhf mmh mmh mmhf mmhf mm mmhf." (I didn't think I was sick at first.)

You sighed, before humming. "I'll go get some medicine, you should probably lie down- maybe take the suit off first. I won't look if it'll make you uncomfortable." You stared at them, waiting for their response. They paused hesitantly, before nodding.

• When you got back, they were in bed, gas mask still on, but now in their tank top and unicorn themed shorts. They didn't show their body often, as they felt insecure of the scars they had. When they saw you, they pulled the blanket up to their chest, which you didn't comment on.

You walked over with a large bottle of water and some medicine, placing it on a nearby table.

"Medic said you just need some rest and a lot of water, so...don't forget to drink."

You didn't quite know what to do with the pyro. They were quiet, which, to you wasn't that unusual. But you could feel the nervousness, and you felt worried, as they didn't seem too good. They murmured a "thank you," staring up at you as you sit by them.

"Do you want me to leave?"

In truth, you didn't want to, and they didn't want you to either. But you didn't want to make them uncomfortable, as the only other times they've showed their body to you were in intimate situations. You didn't want to overwhelm them, but you wanted to take care of them. They shook their head, before mumbling;

"Mm mmhn mmhf mm mmhh mmhf mm mmhn mmhnf mmh." (You don't have to stay if you don't want to.)

"I'll stay for a bit. You need your rest and.. I wanna make sure you're okay."

That sentence could make them melt if the heat wasn't already doing that to them. They let out a hoarse giggle. You always made them swoon, even if the things you said weren't overly romantic. It always meant a lot to them, as they never really had someone who cared.

That noise always made you smile, as you stared down at them. It was silent for a while as you two looked at each other. Even under the mask you could tell they had a smile. You've only ever seen that smile once, and the thought of it makes your heart race. You soon broke the silence, slowly getting up.

"Drink your meds and get some sleep, okay?

• As you left, they couldn't help but smile. They got up to lock the door, before taking off their mask and flopping into bed. Not forgetting to do as you said, they fall fast asleep with you on their mind.

Even in their dreams your their, and even with this small, common gesture of caring for them, they cant help but feel a bit weak in the knees when they think of you. They thought the engineer was sweet, but you? They should call you sugar.

It was the first time they had someone worry so much, the way you frowned at them made their chest tighten, and weirdly, in a reaffirming way. In a way that made them realize they weren't so bad, and they were capable of being cared for.

Maybe they were getting too into it, but they didn't care.

♡♡♡♡

I did not expect pyros to be long. Like I was writing and suddenly as I was looking back I realized how much I was yapping. Shit. Anyway, defense and support classes will be written by tomorrow, probably the one or both. Yay!

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 15: A Tactile Experience (Blindfolds)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Pyro x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pyro doesn’t like to take their mask off in front of others, so you come up with a clever little work around

Tags: Blindfolds, nonverbal Pyro, they/them Pyro, nonverbal communication, oral, praise

Word Count: 2.2k

The Masterlist

Pyro’s room was the warmest area in the base. During the day it was insufferable, nearly sweltering. Only Pyro themselves could stand it. However, at night when the desert grew cold, there was nowhere you would rather be. Tonight you were especially grateful for the warmth. You would certainly be shivering otherwise, having stripped off all of your clothing. The only scrap of fabric left on your body was the one that was currently being tied over your eyes.

The blindfold was soft and silky. You couldn’t help but wonder where exactly Pyro had managed to acquire one of such high quality. There was a gentle tug at the back of your head as the blindfold was secured in place. A gloved hand came to rest on your shoulder. Here was where the difficult part would begin. Sign language was how the two of you would usually communicate, but it would prove useless without your ability to see, so you would need to rely on touch alone, as well as the occasional murmur from Pyro. You were never one to back down from a challenge, though.

“Go on,” you whispered. You placed your own hand atop Pyro’s squeezing gently, letting them know that you were alright, and ready- eager, even- to proceed.

Pyro kept at least one hand on you at all times as they moved, letting you know where they were. Eventually they had made their way in front of you, taking your hands in theirs and guiding them forward until you felt rubber and metal. You ran your fingers along the zipper of Pyro’s suit, following the seam upwards until you reached the top.

“May I?” You asked, caressing the side of Pyro’s mask with your free hand while giving the zipper a gentle tug. You heard a soft murmur and felt them lean into your touch with a nod.

You pulled the zipper down, stopping once you reached the bottom. For the first time since starting, you felt lost without your sight, unsure how to proceed. Hesitantly, you ran your hands up Pyro’s body, and muscle memory soon kicked in. You lingered on the edges where the familiar texture of burn scars gave way to smooth, untouched skin. While the scarred flesh itself didn’t have much sensation at all due to the damage, the edges were surprisingly sensitive. With a gentle touch, it could be quite pleasurable.

This process was your favorite part. The sex itself was nice, amazing even, but warming each other up like this was something else- nothing but slow, soft touches, steady and relaxed, pure tactile sensation with no expectations. It was like a ritual, both of you finding comfort in the routine, going through the motions in near-silence save for soft gasps and sighs.

You weren’t sure when Pyro removed their gloves, only noticing when they rested their hands on your shoulders, calloused and rough from handling heavy equipment day after day. You reached up to guide them down to your chest, a soft smile on your lips. You felt them jolt slightly, unused to such a brazen display from you. Pyro always started at your shoulders, and usually you would glance downwards with heavy lidded eyes, a silent request that gave them permission to venture lower. With the blindfold, you needed to be a bit more bold.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” You leaned into Pyro’s touch as they began to caress your chest. They made a sound akin to a hum before squeezing your breasts suddenly. You yelped, hearing muffled laughter that you couldn’t help but join in on once you had regained your composure. “Well, I guess we’re even now!”

You could tell from the heat rising in your cheeks that you were already going red, a bit embarrassed that simply having your tits squeezed could catch you off guard. Then again, everything seemed so much more intense when you were deprived of your sight. It was like all your other senses were trying to fill in the blanks, compensating for the loss with heightened sensitivity.

Pyro continued to play with your chest for a while, drawing soft moans from you. “I want-” you cut yourself off with a gasp when Pyro let their nails graze your skin, just enough to leave goosebumps in their wake and send a shiver down your spine. “I want to kiss you,” you said, the slightest hint of desperation in your voice. “Please.”

They stopped short. You held your breath for a moment, wondering if you were moving too fast. You felt Pyro’s hands brushing against the fabric of the blindfold. “Don’t worry. It’s on nice and tight,” you reassured them.

Pyro took your hands in theirs again, and you were surprised when they guided you up towards their neck until you were touching the smooth rubber-like material of a gas mask. The message was clear enough. You carefully slipped your fingers beneath the edge of the mask, pulling it upward, letting Pyro adjust your grip every so often until you felt the mask come away, hanging loosely in your hands. Pyro took it from you, presumably laying it aside.

Their breathing came hard and heavy, much like it did beneath the mask, but the sound was clearer. That would take some getting used to. Pyro didn’t exactly speak, at least not in any conventional way, but even so, their unmuffled murmurs and laughter may be jarring. Yet the thought of hearing it, and even moreso, that they trusted you enough to let you hear it, brought a smile to your face.

You draped your arms over their shoulders, leaning forward until you were chest to chest with them. Pyro cupped the back of your head in one hand, letting the other wrap around your waist to pull you even closer. The first kiss grazed your cheek before they moved quickly towards your lips. Those first pecks were shy, chaste, and tentative. You felt them shudder when you let your lips part, taking the first step to deepen the kiss, but they didn’t pull away.

You pressed on, flicking your tongue gently against theirs while they cradled the back of your head so delicately, as if afraid you would break. After letting you take the lead for a bit, Pyro began to kiss back. They were uncoordinated, but what they lacked in grace they made up for with pure enthusiasm. It wasn’t long before you had to part for breath, the fervor leaving you panting. You brushed the back of your hand against Pyro’s cheek, finding that the scars even extended up to their face. They leaned into your touch, humming softly. The sound reminded you of a cat’s purr.

That thought alone made you wonder, just how touch starved was Pyro after spending most of their days clad head to toe in thick, flame resistant material? Slowly, you moved your hand up to weave through a mop of tangled hair. You couldn’t tell for sure, but if you had to guess, the texture was slightly curly. That gesture caused Pyro to pull you against them, pressing you against their chest. Their grip was so tight, you could barely squirm. That alone answered your question- they were very touch starved indeed.

Hell, even on prior occasions when the two of you had been intimate, that mask had never come off. Feeling you kiss and caress their face must have been overwhelming. You stayed like that for a while, running your fingers through Pyro’s hair, being careful not to accidentally pull at the tangles and knots. They hummed louder, and you could feel the vibrations in their chest which only strengthened your earlier comparison to a purring cat.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that before Pyro began to push you back, slowly laying you down on the bed. The pillow was cool against your cheek. You rubbed your hands along the bedsheets, trying to reorient yourself. “Pyro?” you said, voice barely above a whisper. You had lost track of where your partner was until you felt their hand on your thigh.

They squeezed gently, as if to reassure you that they were still here. After that Pyro made an effort to stay in contact with you, whether it be a hand brushing against your leg or a soft murmur that could indicate where they had moved. They were moving lower, you realized, descending down your body until you felt the subtle brush of an exhale against your inner thigh.

“Fuck,” you sighed, feeling a shudder of anticipation run through you. You hadn’t even realized just how aroused you were. When did you become so wet? Probably when the two of you were making out. To be honest, finally being able to kiss Pyro was quite exhilarating, and what was about to happen would be even more so, if they would only get on with it. “Please,” you whimpered, trying your best not to squirm too much.

That was all the encouragement they needed. Pyro didn’t hesitate, diving in with unmatched enthusiasm. You nearly bucked forward and the sensation of their tongue, their hands latching onto your hips and holding you still at the last minute. While they certainly lacked experience, they were a quick learner and quite attentive when it came to taking directions.

“Just a little higher- yes, yes, right there!” you whined, clutching the sheets in tight fists as they began to caress your clit with their tongue in a gentle, pulsing rhythm. “Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

Pyro moaned against you, those subtle vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. Oh, they were weak when it came to praise. Even on the battlefield, when you or one of the other mercenaries complimented their work, they would puff out their chest, practically beaming with pride through the mask they wore. It only made sense that such a trait would translate into the bedroom as well.

“So good, you’re so good to me,” you began to ramble, chasing more of those sweet moans that felt heavenly against your clit. You had never gotten this close so fast before. You were panting, pleading, right on the edge of bliss, and despite all your attempts to hold back, to make it last just the slightest bit longer, your body eventually gave in.

You trembled, your voice surprisingly soft as it seemed you had suddenly remembered that there were in fact other people living in the base. You pressed a hand to your mouth to stifle the few louder moans that did manage to escape as you rode out the aftershocks. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that before your muscles went slack and practically sank into the plush mattress. Absentmindedly, you reached up to touch the blindfold, feeling the soft material beneath your fingertips. To think such a little strip of fabric could make everything feel so intense. You could certainly get used to it.

Pyro stayed where they were for a moment, holding your thighs, squeezing them as they trembled in their grasp. So soft and plush. They loved all the nice, squishable, soft parts of you, from your chest to your stomach to your thighs. From the moment they first laid hands on you, they had wanted to kiss all over those parts, and now, they realized that they could.

You giggled as Pyro pressed soft kisses against your inner thighs, trailing their way back up your body at a leisurely pace. “That tickles!” you said as they reached your jaw, only to be silenced when they finally reached your lips again. “Pyro,” you sighed between kisses, dazed and high on the afterglow. “That was really fucking good.”

Suddenly you realized something, and a pang of guilt hit you. You sat up suddenly, almost toppling off the bed from the wave vertigo it caused. “What about you?” you said. “It’s only fair that I help you out too.” You rested your hand on Pyro’s chest, feeling the gradual rise and fall of their breath, descending downward towards their crotch until-

Pyro whined, quickly pulling your hand away with a shudder of discomfort. You tilted your head, confused. Pyro hated being overstimulated, and you were familiar with the signs that indicated they were in such a state. But how could that be when you hadn’t even…

“Did you already…?” You tailed off, unsure if your suspicions were correct. Pyro mumbled something, and while you couldn’t make out any concrete words, you could tell their tone was bashful. If you could see their face right now, they would probably be going red. “Just from eating me out?” you chuckled. “That’s kind of hot, actually.”

Pyro pulled you into their embrace suddenly enough to send you both falling back against the bed with a yelp. You didn’t mind a bit though. You could easily fall asleep right here, the afterglow beginning to fade and exhaustion taking its place.

“You know, this blindfold is really soft. I could wear it to bed, so you don’t have to put your mask back on.” You didn’t receive a response, but after a moment Pyro pressed their lips to your forehead, and you could feel the corners of their mouth turned upward in a smile. That was all the confirmation you needed. With a sleepy smile of your own, you settled in for the night, letting sleep take over.

[jevilowo]

So we all know Running Blind is pretty much The Speeding Bullet Fic (and if you didn't, well you do now).

But what about the other popular ships? Wacky coincidence, the most kudosed Heavymedic fic is also by Triggeredhappy (writer of running blind), although the Heavymedic is merely tagged as implied.

So what do you denziens of the internet think The Heavymedic Fic is? Also for like Bloody Suit, Boots n Bombs, Urine Sample, Swordvan and Napoleon Complex ?

(Actually now that i think of it would the infamous Pink Popsicle comic count as a fic? I'd say that would be at least The Heavymedic Something)

[kult-of-s4lvia]

Aaah yes the creepy little baby...

[hypernova-writes]

MEDIC SMUTTTTTTT. Medic x Reader smut where Medic is just absolutely enamoured by Reader and wants to fuck her into an oblivion. :)

a/n: Of course you can!!

Obsessed. [Medic x Reader]

To be honest. If someone were to ask Medic when he started feeling the way that he felt about you. He would simply say it was since day one.

Never had he seen someone so beautiful, so amazing, so fiesty until his gaze landed on you.

He witnessed you just blitz through the enemy team one match because they insulted your teammates. The blood that stained your clothes, the way it splattered on your face had his heart going 90 mph.

After he healed you that match, he went into his office and tried to calm himself down. But he couldn't he kept seeing those images of you flash in his eyes.

"Fuck..Fuck..Why can't I get zhem out of my mind! Zhis is not professional!" He tried yelling to himsefl, but his mind was running laps already.

"Oh Luddy..Darling~" He could imagine you, sitting on his examination table, half dressed, ready for him to...examine you. You would beckon him forward...blood on your body, probably from your enemies.

"Come here...I need a doctors touch~" And he would come, all you would have to do is say his name in that little tone you would always do.

Oh the things he would do to you if you'd let him.

He'd want to feel your body up, caress and woship at it like it was an altar he was praying to, and you were the goddess that was going to brighten his world.

He wants to feel your thighs wrap around his head, bury his face in your cunt and have a taste of that pretty pussy of yours. He wanted- no needed to hear you moan for him, because of him. He craved it like a person needs air to breathe.

And oh god when he would think about your pussy, wrapped around his cock, he could feel a shiver go through his body. He could imagine how you would look under him as he fucked into you, taking you against every solid surface in the med bay. From his desk, to the examination table, the floor, his bed, against the wall, hell he'll fuck you standing up. He has the strength.

He just wanted to pump you full of his cum, he just wanted to see his cum dripping from your just so he could fuck it back in-

"Oh Doctor~! I need you for a second!"

Medic snapped back to reality when he realizes that you were standing in his lab. Covered in blood from the previous match, and wearing that damned smirk.

"Hmm? And vhat can I do for you taube?" He asked as he tried to gather himself, he turned his back to you, before he froze upon hearing your next words.

"I need a doctor's touch~"

-> Hi everyone! I'm just starting to put my Kofi and my throne at the end of fics now because of my home situation. [See this post for context] You do not have to donate! It's just something i wanted to start posting this on my fics.

-> Kofi - Throne.

[boredgrace23-gracepotts]

Into the TF2verse (part 2)

I couldn't get this out of my head. The Scout therapy circle is desperately needed, because tell me why Scout is always brutalized in some way.

"Going Through The Motions" belongs to @aussie-bookworm "Anomaly Diversion" belongs to @oblique-lane "It Came With The Rain" belongs to @fivedollarfred "Running Blind" belongs to @thetriggeredhappy "Kith And Kin" belongs to me :]

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[honkshoo-zzz]

i didn’t wanna draw more saxwell,,,.,, but the parasites wanted to draw more saxwell.,…,…….

anyways go read my saxwell fic Don’t Go on AO3 :)

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Yooo can you make sum smut for engie?

(Love ur writing!!)

A/N: Hi! Engie is so cute I love him<3 and thank you very much for the kind words!

Bottoms up

Engineer x F!Reader

Cw:none, this one is pretty tame guys

It was a boring day. Just like.. yaknow. Everyday at the base. When you weren’t fighting to death over a briefcase, really, there wasn’t anything to do in order to keep yourself occupied. Unless you were workaholics like Engineer and Medic. But even then, Medic still knew when to take a break. Engineer, on the other hand, He probably didn’t even know the definition of a break. You were just trying to keep your mind occupied until your next mission, or at least until an opposing team member tried to strike. But this proved to be extremely difficult. So, you figured it was time to pay your lovely engineer a little visit. You shrugged and started your path to his workshop. You didn’t bother knocking at this point. So you barged in and slowly made your way over to Engie, where he was tinkering with God only knows what. 

“Dell, honey,” you mumbled into his ear as you leaned your chest against his back and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He hummed “How can I help you, ma'am?" He asked while still working on his little project. 

“After I finish this,” he didn’t even look away from his tinkering. 

You whined and pressed your chest against his back some more and placed more kisses. Leaving a little bit of lipstick behind as you did, “How about you finish something else?” You asked and let your hands slip under his arms and run down his torso.

“You know I can’t waste my time like that,” he said reluctantly.

You frowned. “A little fun won’t kill you.”

He stopped tinkering for a minute and swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath, and then slowly returning back to his work. He was visibly trying to restrain himself, so you pulled away and looked at him fully as he immersed himself in his work. Then you got an idea. You returned to him and pulled his arms away from his work enough so you could sit fully on his lap. Your chest against his and still placing kisses on his neck. You were pleasantly surprised with the reaction this got out of him. A nice bulge formed in his pants, and you took it as a sign to grind a little bit against him. Eventually he bit his lip and placed one hand on your lower back to support your movements. He had fully pulled away from his work now and lifted his goggles up to make eye contact with you. 

“You’re a naughty thing; you know that, Y/n”

You giggled and nodded. You thought you had finally cracked him..but then he lifted you up and began to put his things away. You huffed and crossed your arms.

“What’s the matter, little lady?” He asked as he put the rest of his things up and wiped his hands down. 

“Nothing." You huffed out. 

"Now that ain't true. I can tell something's bothering you" he mumbled. 

"I just don’t understand how you can always work so mu-“ You were then cut off when he pulled you to him and felt his lips make quick work of your neck and collarbone. You let a soft whimper leave your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting them rest there.

 “I’ll always have time for you, Y/n. You know that.”  

You swallowed thickly, and you could already feel something hardening against your thigh. You pressed your thigh against the feeling, and your suspicions were confirmed with a low growl from him.  He continued to kiss your neck, now leaving small bites here and there, and his hands made work of your bottoms. Tugging them down and following them as he fell to his knees and gripped your thigh with one hand and undid his own pants so his hard cock was on display already. You shivered as he looked up at you. Then he dove in and licked a stripe up your slit and lapped around your clit teasingly. His hand was on his cock, and he pumped at the same pace as his licking. You lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder and arched against the table as he used his tongue on you. Assaulting your clit now with sucking. It was incredible hot to see this. His hand working himself; you could already see his “working demeanor” fade away while he pleasured you. He liked it like this. Pleasing you is what got him off the most, so this was perfect, and your soft whimpers and moans weren’t helping him any to keep ahold of himself. His licks began to feel more desperate. Your slick and his spit covered his lips and chin, and you were practically teetering on the edge. What the hell? You guys just started.. but hey, who were you to complain over someone giving you an orgasm early?

You gripped the table with a white knuckle grip and bucked your hips uncontrollably as your orgasm made itself more known. His was definitely around the corner too, you could tell by his low grunts and heavy breathing. He slipped his tongue inside of you and then turned his attention back to your poor clit. You threw your head back and moaned out as you began to cum hard against his mouth. He continued to lap at your sensitive bundle of nerves until you were finished. You watched intently as he continued to lick up your juices, and he became more needy than ever with your eyes on him. He was still painfully hard as he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you. He wiped his mouth on his hand and stood up. He turned you around and pressed you down against the table. His cock was pressed against your slick, glistening cunt, and he slipped in the tip with a groan. You bit your lip as he settled in completely. Wasting no time with slamming his hips against yours. Rocking the table beneath the two of you. He moaned and groaned as he listened to your overstimulated whimpers. Your legs trembled, and he seemed to find amusement in that. Chuckling in between thrusts and sharp breaths.

“You’re a good girl for me; look at you.. so sweet, huh?” 

You just nodded sluggishly as he continued to assault your clenching and quivering cunt. He fucked into you with more hast now. Chasing the orgasm he has built up, and it felt like you were about to cum again too. You were about to burst, it felt like. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt like you could pass out for how this felt. His cock hit your spot in every good way possible. 

“Fuck, you like that, Y/n? You like when I fuck you like that?” He said as he hit a particularly good spot that sent your head reeling. You nodded frantically now. 

“Right there, Dell! Fuck, don’t stop!

He chuckled. “Didn’t plan on it, sweetheart.” He said and continued his actions, not switching a thing until he felt you clench tighter. That earned a wonderful noise from him, and you felt his pace seemingly switch up without him even knowing. 

“Gonna cum..” he grunted out. 

You bit your lip and felt him reach one of his hands down to swipe at your clit. You saw stares and shook as you came right then and there. He finished too, pulling out and gasping as he pumped himself to completion, cumming on the small of your back. You both caught your breath, and he let out a little chuckle. 

“S’that what you wanted?” He asked as he got himself cleaned up and situated.

You nodded tiredly. “But I still wanna hang out with you..” you grumbled under your breath. “Well, how about we go ahead and head to my room for now? You rest up and we can spend some time together, yeah?” He grabbed a nearby tissue and wiped off your back.

You agreed and tried to stand up, but your legs gave out. He felt a little bit of pride strike up inside of him.

“Let me help you, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping an arm under yours and held you to him. You allowed this, and he helped you slip your bottoms back on. 

He led you out of the workshop, and it seemed like you guys caught the attention of the medic. 

“What is wrong with her? Is she hurt? She seems so drained.” He asked and pushed up his glasses.

“Nah, she’s just tired, is all.” He mentioned and looked at you with a little smirk tugging at his lips. 

Medic paused and looked you both up and down. Realization seemed to hit him and his eyes widened. "Ah, I see.. well, uh. I’ll be- going back to my office then,” he said and made a quick exit. 

Engineer just chuckled to himself and helped you to the room. 

[treatsf]

just had an idea for a lil pootis fanfic / fan animation / etc. where scout gets sick— like, “i can't get out of bed” type sick— and nobody seems to notice his absence, so pootis goes to try and alert people. meanwhile, medimedes, on one hand, is content the situation and thinks about how to kill scout, but on the other, realizes how distressed pootis is and decides not to try and kill him. just this once. eventually, pootis (with the help of desk engineer) manage to get engie to check up on scout, and then pootis and desk engie (relinquished of his duties by engie) end up trying to help medic take care of him. medimedes is not content with this outcome.