#tf2 fanfic

[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!

[boredgrace23]

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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[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)

[hypernova-writes]

Meant To Be

Pairing: Older!Scout x Reader.

Synopsis: You and Scout have recently started dating again after not seeing each other in years. You're helping him set up Christmas, and caring for the children...with a surprise for your boyfriend as well~

A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONNNEEE you all have made the second half of this year very special for me!! I joined this fandom in July thanks to my friend and I've had a wonderful time so far!! I can't wait to see what the future holds <3 hope you enjoy~!

"JR! No come back here!"

Childish giggles filled the house as you chased Jeremy's youngest, Jr around trying to make sure he was properly dressed before Scout's Ma came. She was coming to spend time with her grandkids since Jeremy already hosted the mercs on the 24th.

You finally caught up to the little runner and swept him up into your arms, kissing him on the cheek and making him squeal as you placed him down.

You watched as he ran to tackle one of his sisters as you feel Jeremy wrap his arms around you.

"You're doing so good Babydoll..Such a good momma.."

You chuckle as he sways with you in his arms. His face in the crook of your neck.

The two of you had been dating for a year after rekindling with each other, with you having retired before the rest of the mercs. You and Jeremy were always close, and played around with dating before but now that you were older, you two wanted to make it official.

Jeremy chuckled as he watched his two oldest run by before he places his hand on your lower stomach.

"I can't wait til we can have one of our own Dollface..they'll look just like you, and I'd love them all the same.."

You smile softly and turn in his arms, kissing his cheek, then his lips, hearing a chorus of 'ews' come from the children who were peeking around the corner.

Jeremy was about to playfully scold them before there was a knock at the door. The kids all went scampering towards the door yelling "GRANDMAAA!!"

Cathyrn barely had time to make it through the door, as all 7 of her grandkids were attached to her. She giggles as she shuffled through the small crowd of children before coming over and kissing Jeremy on the forehead, then pulled you into a hug.

"Ahh! You two are so cute together~! Jer! You better keep this one, I like her alot."

Jeremy smirks as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to his body. "..I plan on it Ma! She's my world..and I let her go once.." He leans so that your heads were touching.

"And I'm not lettin' her go ever again. She's perfect."

You blush bashfully and avert your gaze from your boyfriend which only made his Mom giggle.

"Well come on! I brought gifts for the kiddos and you two!"

You all head into the living room where Cathryn handed gifts to all of the children, you sat on the couch with Jeremy watching as the kids happily squealed and started playing with the toys gifted to them by their grandma.

You motion for Cathryn to hand you a small from under the tree with Jeremy's name on it. Jeremy seemed to have the same idea, as he got up, excusing himself to get your gift.

You carried on a conversation with Cathryn, who was holding Jr, who was playing with a stuffed animal that she gave him. The two of you talked until Jeremy came back in.

"Ahh Babes. Can you close ya eyes for me? I want this to be a surprise."

You looked to Cathryn, then smiled, closing your eyes as he asked.

Hearing him shuffle, before he cleared his throat and spoke. "Hey..you can open your eyes now."

When you opened your eyes, you gasped as your hands flew to your mouth, "Oh..Jeremy..."

Jeremy was down on one knee, that same adorable smile that you loved on his face, with a ring in his hand.

"Listen..(Y/n). I was naive then, I let you go, but now that I have you now. I don't even want to let you go.."

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before finishing:

"Will you marry me?"

You nodded happily, holding out your hand so he could slip the ring on your finger. You pulled him into a tight hug and rocked him from side to side for a bit.

His mother, who was moved to tears wiped them away as she smiles at her son. "Oh Jer..I just know you two are gonna be so happy together.."

Jeremy chuckles as he pulls away from your hug, and tilts his head. "Soooo, how about your gift babe? Whatcha got for me?"

You giggle as you grabbed the box from beside you, before holding it out to him.

He takes it from your hands, being slow to pull the bow off of it before he opened it. Inside?

A positive pregnancy test.

Jeremy froze for a bit and it concerned his mom before her showed the box to her.

"Oh (Y/n)! Youre-!" She clapped her hands excitedly as Jeremy pulled you into a tight hug, buring his head into the crook of your neck.

You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back, was he..crying?

"Baby? Are you crying?..."

"Hell yea I'm crying! You..You..you just became my wife..and gave me another kid! These are tears of joy!"

Jeremy pulls you into another kiss before turning to the kids and clearing his throat.

"Alright! Everyone! From now on, (Y/n) is staying with us..and..you're getting a new sibling!"

It took the kids a minute to process but they soon exploded into cheers and all of them came running over to You, you did your best to hug them all as Jeremy looked down at you.

"Thank you Babe.."

"No need, Jer..you said it before..we were meant for each other..now we're expanding our family.."

"Yea..we are..— wait! Jr no! Don't eat that!! That's an ornament! Ma! Get him!"

"I got him!"

You chuckle as you watch your new Mother in law and your future husband chase around the 3 year old.

You had a family, your not so little family.

With the one you were always meant to be with.

Happy Holidays!!! 💞

[prettyboypistol]

Team Fortress 2 Masterlist!

Mercs Being Called Daddy! 18+

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

[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.

[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. 

[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...

[ello-meno-p-tf2]

I don't know, it's open to requests for sadder stories, but I'd like to see sniper comforting Spy after December 4th (scout's death)

;_;

Sniper fidgeted with his tie, straightening it out, then loosened it a little bit. Everyone else had left. He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets, then pulled one out and let it hover over Spy’s shoulder before putting it back in his pocket.

“The gravestone is not ready yet. It will be another few weeks before it’s placed.” Spy said.

He didn’t sound upset.

Throughout this whole thing he’d been fine. At the wake he made appropriate small talk, during the funeral he sat in the front row and helped Scout’s mother console the kids, he threw his handful of dirt on the casket at the burial without so much as a second glance.

Despite Sniper’s aversion to emotional displays and heavy conversations, he wished Spy would have an outburst. This lack of reaction felt so much worse.

“Uh, do you want to head out? The repass is back at his house, um, the kids would probably want you there.” Sniper looked away, unable to even look at the back of Spy’s head.

“No, I’d like a few more minutes here…with Jeremy.” Spy shook his head, “Well, I suppose that’s impossible now.”

Sniper took his hand out and confidently placed it on Spy’s shoulder. “It’s not.”

“It is. That is…that’s not Jeremy, it’s just a body.”

“No, that’s not what I  mean,” Sniper said softly, he stepped closer to face Spy. “I know you don’t like when I bring this up, and I know you don’t believe me but, it’s real, love. You’ll see him again. And you’ll get more than a few minutes, you’ll get a whole eternity.”

Spy paused and took a deep breath before speaking. “Mick, even if it is real, I would not end up there.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I’ve done too many terrible things.”

“Well,” Sniper took Spy’s hand in his. “You’ve still got time to set it right. Start with those kids, they’re gonna need their grandpa around.”

[junos-jrabbles]

oh god oh no there's a small angry man in a small angry car watch out!!!

authors note except all i say is im using a comically long lead to get wifi from my phone because my laptop absolutely HATES this internet, it's like a handbag chihuahua that's used to brita filter water like no. please. i need to use tumblr stop doing this to me. anyway!! cw// you guys get hit by a car but its fine, the other possible ending involved a penny farthing, so prompt from scealaiscoite's november prompt list! (hope that hyperlinked right)

November 1st - Traffic Lights, Sniper x reader, 1.2k words

Dimmed headlights whizzed by opposite you two on the long, two lane road. It wasn't late, not particularly, but with it being early winter, the nights had began to grow much darker and colder, much quicker.

It was only maybe… You look down at his wrist, hand laid listlessly onto the rim of the steering wheel, and manage to make out that it was only about five in the afternoon. “The shop’ll be shut in a bit less than an hour, how long until-”

A short cough interrupts you, and blue eyes, muddied by orange hued aviator's flick your way. “Not long, s’third time you've asked. In a rush to get the boys their dinner, ey?” The base had run out of the basics. Soldier, of course, preferred practicing the precise art of rocket jumping over doing the weekly shopping.

“Well, yeah, there's at least three of you who'll kill me if they don't get their milk in their tea or coffee, and I'm sure even you can appreciate a good tray of lasagna, of which we've run out.” No lasagna sheets, a travesty, of course you were eager for a shopping trip.

The camper's less worn passenger seat still creaks beneath you as you adjust, the sound barely audible over the engine's low hum, but you feel it against your backside. “Hey, who knows, maybe this was actually a ploy to hang out with you for twenty minutes.” He doesn't respond, and you think your attempt at a joke had fallen flat until a small, low chuckle rumbles out to your side.

“Yeah well… it's a good one, I s’pose. Wouldn't take much bribery mind, had to tell you not to bother with gas money a few too many times anyway.” He chortled softly, and cocked a leg to the side, knobbly knee bapping against yours over the low center console. In response, you roll your eyes and knock his leg back.

“Alright, alright, I'll make sure to beg you to take my ten bucks even harder next time.” And with that, a lull in conversation develops. There wasn't really much to talk about, anyway. The view wasn't exactly spectacular, the seats, and even the camper itself were a bit stiff, jostling as he'd adjust his foot on the accelerator.

The night sky and air filtered in through the barely rolled open window in a low whistle, tone fluctuating with the speed, radio crackling away in the background as you look out your window, barely making out the shadows and shapes of the rolling, sandy hills.

Five, maybe ten minutes pass of comfortable silence between both parties, until the camper whistles to a stop at a red light. You drum your fingers against your thigh, and huff a small sigh.

“I didn't say it quite right.” He's looking away as he speaks, words nothing much more than an airy utterance, rolling a bead of torn faux leather between the fingers of his gloved hand, he continues, “I really don't erh… Mind… You. Y’know?”

Whatever he's trying to say still isn't coming out right, and you’re staying quiet. He knows you're trying to let him get his words out, the look on your face says that much, but there's not enough air in here, so he rolls his window lower.

“As in, I don't mind you coming in here, like, to chat, or hang out or whatever–, I know you've seen me shoo Scout out a couple times,” He sounds more nervous than usual as he laughs, shifts, and leans forward to look up at the light, still glowing a deep red. “And that's cause he's a prick.” He clarified with a huff, and sits back.

“You're a bit less of a prick.”

You've sat back too, by this point, arms crossed over your chest, body turned towards him, attentive to his words. You didn't see him this… Concerned over his words often. For someone who's usually quite cool, calm and collected, especially with his marksmanship, he sure seemed a little muddled.

“You're lucky I don't take offense to that.” You laugh softly, reaching over and patting his arm. He seems to flinch at the touch, but relaxes quickly. “A bit less of a prick, yeah, fuck off dickhead.” You push him lightly and lean back, huffing with faux indignance.

“Thanks, though, I mean…” You knew no one really came up to hang out with him, but had always assumed he just didn't really like the company much. “Thought it'd be a bother if I came around. Plus, I'm not eating feckin’... Rabbit on a stick, or whatever you have for dinner, sorry mate.”

You laugh, he laughs, and clarifies. “Lizard, actually.” You shudder.

“Yeah, well, I'm not eating lizard either- You should come eat dinner in the base sometime.” You remember seeing him eat dinner with the rest maybe… twice? Usually when you all have to move to a new base, he'll come down, help set stuff up, have dinner, then go back to the camper.

“Engie makes the most fucking spectacular short ribs ever, genuinely, I bet you'd like ‘em. They're not emu ribs or nothin’, but they're real good.” Suddenly, a car which neither of you had realised had pulled up behind you, starts absolutely sounding away, blaring the horn and making wild gestures out the window.

“Bloody- Feckin' yobbo- Right!” He huffs annoyedly, shaking his head as you both realise the light had gone green, the camper snorts back to life, jittering as you two skid forward, your hands instinctively reaching down to grasp the sides of your seat.

It takes a minute until the camper settles back into a normal pace, and his shoulders can relax. “I'll try ‘em sometime. Who's cooking tonight?” Longest traffic light of your lives, you're sure.

“Me, or– Well, it was going to be Pyro, but, given how the morning's pancakes went,” Charred, maybe possibly entirely inedible, even if they'd tell you otherwise, “I thought it'd be best to take over… I'm sure I can convince Engie to make his ribs if you're wanting.” You hum, and settle back into the seat, glancing back over your shoulder to see the small, black car eagerly tailgating you two.

“What're you making?” He asks, voice as clipped and curt as usual, before he clears his throat.

“I’ll come down for tonight, seeing as you're all clearly missing me.” He chuckles, but it's halfhearted, you meet the laugh halfway, nerves stir in your stomach as the car continues to beep behind you. You're trying to psychically explode the driver's head.

“Well, f’course, you're part of the team, you've got your own room n’all.” You mutter, eyebrows furrow, and you reach forward to dial the radio louder, trying to drown out the incessant beeping.

“Fuckin' bed's probably gone mouldy mind–” Another red light, great. The camper jitters, slowing with the quiet squeal of brakes, when, suddenly— BANG– You both jolt forward, Sniper slaps one arm across your chest trying to hold you back, winding you somewhat in the process as he darts forward, a loud, droning growl of a groan rolling from him.

“Oh for fucks sake!” He cries out. You're clutching the seatbelt, glad you'd been clever enough to put it on when you'd gotten in, hissing in pain from the friction of it, and praying the other car had crumpled like a tissue. ~~~~~~~ the end !! this has literally taken me an hour to try and sort out on this laptop god help me i love and hate this thing,, anyway enjoy this mid little thing you can definitely tell i haven't written in ages LOL they definitely did not get to the shops in time, rip 2 lasagna night

[boredgrace23]

Kith And Kin, chapters 11-15

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

[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 :)

[hypernova-writes]

KinkTober Day 7

[Public Sex - Sniper]

“Gotta be Quiet ‘roo don’t want the fellas to know how much of a slut you are..”

“Are you sure about this ‘Roo?..”

“Yes, Please Sniper..I promise i won’t be too loud..”

Sniper chuckles as he smirks at you. You joined him up in the watch tower today as the battle was going on, wanting to be close to your partner and frankly being tired all together.

You were quiet most of the time, but then you started paying more attention to your boyfriend. You always think that Sniper looks hot when he’s sniping. The concentration on his face, the little smirk he does when he lands a shot or the growl of frustration he lets out when he misses has you clenching your legs.

“Mick..” You start off softly and he hums in a knowledgement, meaning ‘Continue he’s listening’.

“I know this is a terrible time to ask..but”

“You want me to fuck your brains out. Don’t You?”

You turn a bright red and look away slightly in embarrassment, it left you Stuttering and He only laughs softly.

“I-is it that obvious?..”

“Sheila you keep staring at me like I’m a fresh pack of meat…Yea it’s obvious.”

You watched as he moves back to sit on the wall. He smirks as he starts unbuttoning his pants, shimming them down just enough so you could watch his cock spring out, precum already oozing from it.

“C’mon..ride me. We got time..match is slow anyways.”

“W-wait huh?..”

Sniper tilts his head a bed, before beckoning you forward. You bite your bottom lip and you finally make your way over to him, you slowly removed your bottoms and found yourself hovering over his cock.

“Mick..are you sure babe?..I Mean I-nigh..fuck~!”

You didn’t get a chance to continue as he grips your hips, bringing your down on his cock, bottoming out fully. You lean forward on him as he guides your movements, setting the pace for you. All you could do was whimper and moan as you bounced on him.

“Look at you, comin’ up to my watch tower, with those little fuck me eyes..”

“Now you’re a moaning mess, riding me, moaning out like our team could hear you..”

“But you’d like that wouldn’t..my little fucking slut..You’d like the other mercs hearing how well you take cock..”

You whined as his words were going straight to your cunt, Sniper chuckles as he smacks your ass, enjoying the little yelp that left you.

The gunfire and screaming were loud in your ears, but not as loud as Sniper’s growling in your ears.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck and just let him take control, the way he bucked his hips up into you had your mind fuzzy and all you could think about was Sniper.

“Mhm..felt ya tighten around me..You gonna cum baby? You gonna make a mess on my cock?..”

“Ngh..fuck imagining you..alll stuffed full of my cum, having to go back to battle like nothin’ didn’t happen up here..ngh..fuck..”

“M-mick~!..”

“Yea..yea..? Scream my name some more Sheila..let all of the fucking base know who’s fuckin’ you like this..”

Your eyes rolled back as you grind down to meet his thrusts, your orgasm washing over you like a harsh tidal wave, and the moans that left your mouth were down near pornographic.

Sniper followed soon more, bucking up into you one final time as he hugged you close to him, ensuring that he filled you to the brim.

When the two of you finally came down from your highs, Sniper chuckles as he kisses your forehead.

“You still with me Sheila…?”

You mumble something and he shakes his head, “Don’t worry, match is damn near over, although..i think your moans might’ve been hear by the enemy team.”

Sniper sits up to grab his rifle, firing and hitting the BLU Scout who was down there listening. “Gotch. Nosey fuck.”

He then looks back at you, who’s curled up wrapped in a little blanket he kept up here for you, you looked adorable. With your cute little fucked out face, he could see his cum leaking from you and he groans in irritation.

Fuck he’s hard again.

“Sheila…You up for a round two?”

♡ hii hope you guys enjoy this one~ Sniper is my husband/hj,

so I kinda went ham on this one—