#Engineer x reader

[scoutsbabygirl]

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

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

[bingleboy]

Hey there

*slides some lint, buttons and a very bent paperclip*

do you think you could do all Merc’s headcanon about what they would do for a nightly routine (maybe with the reader I dunnoooo 😋).

*flutters eyelashes cutely*

NO WAY DUDE I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS EXACT THING BEFORE..... GET OUT OF MY FREAKING HEAD

♡ TF2 Night Routines Headcanons ♡

Written as if they are in a romantic relationship with reader :3 teehee, all SFW. sleeping together but not SLEEPING together you freak

(under a read more just bc there's a lot)

⚾️ Scout ⚾️

Usually hates going to bed, even when he’s really tired. Just laying down and doing nothing is so boring. His mind wanders a lot, keeping him awake anyways.

He doesn’t always brush his teeth and wash his face before bad. He’ll do it more if you point it out though, or do it with him. He doesn’t really care if he’s gross, but he cares about what you think.

For pajamas, he wears a white tank top and red plaid pants. It's a classic

When you’re not there, he’ll stay up drawing, reading comics (looking at the pictures), or checking himself out in the mirror until he’s so tired he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

Oh, but if you’re there, it’s great!

Doing all those things is so much more enjoyable with company. Even if you’re not as hyper as him, he likes that you listen to him. Gives him that warm tingly feeling inside.

He's used to sharing his space, so there won't even be an awkward phase when you sleep over for the first time, just jumps right into it

If you get tired earlier than him, he might groan and tell you to stay up later so you can have more time together, but he feels bad when he sees you looking exhausted. In the end he sucks it up and goes to bed earlier. He definitely thinks you’re cute when you’re tired, he would tease you a bit about it.

Time for cuddles baby

He insists on being the big spoon if there is any spooning to be done. He likes putting his chin on your shoulder to press his cheek to yours and holding you tight.

(Maybe he'll let you be the big spoon if you've been dating a while. And if you swear not to tell anyone about it.)

Other times during cuddles, it’s not really a certain position, you’re just tangled together. As long as his arms are around you, he’s happy.

Cuddling with you definitely helps him sleep. Instead of his mind wandering to stuff that would stress him out, he’s just thinking about you and how nice and warm you are.

🥪 Heavy 🥪

Goes to bed relatively early. He has shit to do in the morning, and he is a responsible man who needs his sleep.

If you stay up late, he will not-so-subtly suggest you go to bed earlier too. He cares about your health, and if that means dragging you to bed, then so be it.

Ok he wouldn't literally drag you, but he would make you feel guilty for making him go to bed by himself

"Oh, is fine.... just me and Sasha again tonight..."

For his pajamas, I imagine a nice basic long-sleeve shirt with a collar and pants, maybe with stripes. I think he'd like to be cozy

Man is tidy. Face washed, teeth brushed, pajamas on. It's nothing fancy, but he has a good routine.

Most definitely reads before bed, he's an intellectual. He prefers reading Russian literature just to relax. It's always like a thick-ass book with a dusty cover on it

Idk if this is canon or not but I think he deserves to wear little reading glasses. It would be so cute guys come on

If you ask him to read out loud or to share the book with you, he'll be very endeared by that. Knowing that you want to share it with him is really sweet, and of course he'll read to you

You're cozied up next to him in bed while reading, maybe with some hot chocolate or tea :] AWWW

He loves it if you fall asleep resting against him, like with your head on his shoulder of his chest

He also loves it if you fall asleep first, because he finds it cute. He'll gently set his book down and turn off the bedside lamp before settling down beside you with a sleepy smile.

🔥 Pyro 🔥

Pyro looks forward to going to bed! They don't have a particular time they go to bed, but they have no problem relaxing, especially when you're there

They do take their mask off to brush their teeth and wash their face, but they will not do it in front of you. It’s not that they don’t trust you, it just feels like a private moment to them

Their pajamas could be one of two options: the blue striped pajama set + nightcap combo OR a soft onesie. My first thought was a unicorn onesie, but really there's many animal possibilities here

See "Cat's Pajamas":

When they sleep is pretty much the only time they take off their mask. It would definitely take a lot of trust for them to show their face to you

Even when they get comfortable being "bare" in front of you, they tend to be more quiet when their mask is off, like they're not used to their words being unmuffled by it. They talk softly, which is actually very comforting

After the self-care and changing is done, they go back to their room, light a scented candle, then tuck their many plushies into bed. If you’re sleeping over, you’ll be lined up with them and getting tucked in too, no way around it.

Pyro would slide into bed with you, getting cozy with the blanket up to their shoulders and turn to you.

They’re a cuddler, usually, but they really just like a simple hug facing you. Facing away from you while cuddling just feels weird.

They like listening to you talk about your day, nodding along as you speak. They might fiddle with your hair or the edge of your pajama shirt too

Now is also a good opportunity for them to talk and actually be understood! They like telling you about their day too

I think they would usually fall asleep first :]

🗡 Spy 🗡

Definitely has a velvety soft maroon robe to wear in the evenings, and besides that, it’s a silk pajama set with matching slippers. Obviously. He would tolerate nothing less.

If you're really getting serious, he'll offer you a matching robe. He's so extra he'd get your robe like embroidered with your initials on it

Yay, you get to see him with his mask off!!!

He likes to spend a long while relaxing before even getting into bed, like drinking tea or wine while reading in front of the fireplace

He takes a lot of care into making sure you're comfortable too

He's not personally into face masks or that beauty-centered self-care stuff, but he finds it endearing if you are, and will supply you with only the best products to use

He likes seeing the difference between your 'professional' self and your relaxed self when it's just the two of you. It reminds him that what you two have is special

Speaks French more often while you're winding down. He'll usually translate for you if you ask, but sometimes he'll tease you by refusing to

He's more comfortable giving affection than receiving it, though he's good at hiding that under the guise of just being a generous lover

He'd give a killer shoulder massage if you're tense. He feels proud when he can make you melt into the bed

He's not super cuddly, but he does still enjoy it if you are. He prefers sleeping on his back, so he likes to put an arm around you while you lean into his side

He could fall asleep first if he wanted to, but he keeps himself awake until he's sure you're asleep

He snores a little bit guys. It's not that bad, really, but, it is noticeable

🎯 Sniper 🎯

Just sleeps in his black boxer briefs. It’s comfortable.

Okay, if you're around (depending on how long you've been together), he might be a little more shy and wear pajama pants, but still no shirt

(biased bc i wanna see his chest teehee)

Similarly to Spy, he likes to spend his evening relaxing. He's outside on his plastic lawnchair sippin' a cold beer with the boys

He doesn't have a set time for going to bed, he'll go to bed when you do. When you're not around, I'd say 10pm is the average

He'd usually prefer sleeping in his van to sleeping in the base, just because of the noise of the others, but he finds staying in your room kind of nice too. He likes poking around your things, it's sort of like looking into your head

Wherever you sleep, he fucking loves a little bit of ambience to fall asleep to, like crickets or rain on the roof. If those aren't present, maybe the radio playing quietly

He likes holding you while cuddling, but if you want to hold him, he's kind of shook. He didn't know that was an option

He likes being held by you when it's time to sleep though. Let him put his head on your chest and he will pass out

Especially if you pet his hair?!?!?! ITS OVER

May or may not drool on you a little bit

🔧 Engineer 🔧

Wears an old t-shirt and boxers/ boxer briefs. Also a good robe and slippers enjoyer, but he usually wears those when he gets up the next morning

SILLY HEART BOXERS

He does get wrapped up in work/tinkering with things for fun, but I think he would get tired towards 10/11pm, so he's not too bad about staying up too late

He'll also go to bed sooner if you do, no questions asked. He greatly prefers going to bed together

That also means he will insist you go to bed when he does

Won't leave you alone until you agree to go to bed. Very firm on his stance, crossed arms and everything

He likes literally going through your routine together, like sharing the bathroom while washing your face and brushing your teeth :] he likes that sort of domestic comfort

He also really like seeing you in your pajamas, whatever you choose to wear. You're so pretty/handsome when you don't even try

I don't think he would usually read before bed, he wants to give his brain a little break

He'd unwind by having a soft conversation with you as you two settled into bed, go over the day and maybe make some plans for tomorrow

He always compliments you.

"You did a real good job out there today, sweetheart. You've earned some shut-eye. Sweet dreams, darlin'."

Yeah this guy fucking cuddles

Let him be the big spoon he deserves it

He logically knows you're not small or weak, you certainly don't need his protection, but like... when he holds you he just gets that warm feeling of protecting someone he loves. Like, you're safe. :] D'AWWWW

💉 Medic 💉

Also a contender for the striped pajamas + sleeping cap combo. If not that, he would wear a nice button-up pajama set.

You would think he would have a good routine since he understands order is important, but... no. No, he doesn't.

He goes to bed at wildly varying times, from between 9pm to 4am, depending on how tired the day made him and how much "important work" he has to get done

One thing he puts more care into though is the night routine for his doves. He feeds them their seed and pets their little heads before he closes the cage up for the night. He kind of thinks of it as saying goodnight to his children, and it definitely makes him smile

He has a bad habit of falling asleep at his desk. Come get your man please, he's getting back problems

💜 Miss Pauling 💜

Okay, a lot of the time she falls asleep in her day clothes. Sometimes she actually wears a nightgown- light pink, long, loose and comfy.

She finally lets her hair down and she looks so cute when she's tired (which is unfortunately a lot)

By god, does this woman need sleep.

She pushes aside her own self-care for work stuff often, but she does try to at least brush her teeth every night

By the nature of her job and just her own personality, it can be hard to relax. She's always planning ahead and thinking of the next thing. She might definitely needs your help

This would happen once in a blue moon, but her ideal night time routine is finally taking an evening to fully relax with you

Bath, scented candles, face masks, painting nails, all of it

Well, actually minus painting nails because it wouldn't last long anyway. But all the other stuff!!!

She'd also enjoy cuddling with you on the couch while watching a movie and munching on buttered popcorn. I think she can appreciate a fun rom-com, but she usually prefers more gritty action movies. She would love Mad Max I know it

More often what happens is she comes home late, groans while she kicks her shoes off, brushes her teeth, and flops into bed where you already are

At least she still gets her cuddles

🇺🇸 Soldier 🇺🇸

Sleeps in his US flag boxers and that's it

Has an alarm set for 9 o'clock, at which IT IS TIME TO GET READY FOR BED MAGGOT

you do have to go to bed at the same time as him, he is yelling at you

you take turns brushing you teeth and flossing at the sink so he can (lovingly) yell at you through that too

He's being motivational!!

"THAT'S IT SOLDIER, I WANNA SEE SMALL CIRCLES!! SMALL CIRCLES!! BARE YOUR TEETH LIKE A REAL AMERICAN"

another alarm at 10 o'clock when you should be FIRMLY tucked in

You know how kids pretend their bed is like a fortress or a castle they need to protect? I think he's like that but for real

You will be getting aggressively tucked in and kissed on the forehead

"GOODNIGHT CUPCAKE!!!!!!!!!!!"

He's okay with cuddling or not, but it's very black and white. Either he is beside you, stiff as a board, or wrapped around you leaving no possible escape

Either way, he doesn't move much in his sleep

Snores. Loudly. :(

Also wakes up at the asscrack of dawn, so look forward to that

💥 Demoman 💥

For pajamas, he wears a t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, very comfy

He likes being involved and helping with your routine if he can, like fixing you tea to drink together or brushing your hair for you

He'll shower you in compliments! YOU ARE SO STINKIN' CUTE LAD/LASS

Of course, there are plenty of nights when he is entirely too drunk to go through his routine

You can try to lug him to the bathroom and help him brush his teeth, but he is gonna be laughing and leaning on you, making it very difficult

The cuddling he likes is like. One of you is just a blanket for the other one

He really doesn't mind whether its him or you on top, he just likes it ok. It's nice when you're on top because he can rub his hands over your back

If he's drunk, he may be exhausted but he will still be yapping for a good 15 minutes

Sober demo: gentle, soothing cuddles :]

Drunk demo: vice grip you are never fucking escaping

Also lots of kisses on your face, drunk or sober

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :]

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

[multifandomthoughts]

Support Team + Engineer with a Plus Sized Reader

Medic

Actually prefers larger people (heavy) and absolutely adores you for it. Despite being a bit awkward with his compliments, he absolutely tries his best. You may have to ask him to repeat what he says again because it’s so quiet and spoken under his breath.

When you have to do a physical with him, he makes sure to give you your space and find ways to make you feel better in what is considered a stressful time. When the results come out and aren’t what is considered normal for BMI, Medic immediately rips up the paper. He thinks it’s absolute nonsense since your blood work looks fine.

Whenever you have an issue physically, he does his best to take you seriously, and find the root of the problem, rather than explain it off on your weight. He wants to make sure that you’re healthy and that you aren’t pushed to the size because of your weight.

If anyone ever makes fun of you for your weight or dares to say anything about it, expect to find that person in a body bag, or used for parts for his new experiments. If you catch him in the act, all he does is smile and wave at you.

Spy

He has been with many people of all different backgrounds and sizes so he loves absolutely every single part of your body. Is another person who does not take kindly to you insulting your own body.

Has more than once transformed into you with his disguise device just to show you the specific parts of the body that he loves so much. Definitely has done it when you’re away just so he can stare at your body. Also sometimes when you’re out shopping, when you’re not sure how something looks, he’ll use his disguise kit to show you.

He’s an amazing cook. Anything your heart desires, he can make. You want an omelette for breakfast? Done. A rare steak? Enjoy it. He just wants to make you as happy as he possibly can.

Absolutely ravishes you behind closed doors. He’ll kiss any part of your body that you don’t love about yourself as well as trace his fingers down the specific area. Also insists on showing you how much he loves you with gentle massages.

Sniper

Sniper is a family man, and everyone who’s met him knows that. So when wants to introduce you to his family, he’s nervous about what his parents will think about you. To his delight, they love you, and don’t judge you for your size. They’re just happy that he has someone he loves that has a relatively normal job and life. (They’re bound to find out the truth later.)

He loves having you in his camper, hanging out with him and bothering the shit out of him. (Affectionately.) It used to be pretty bare bones, but now it has a bunch of things that remind him of you, and a bunch of little snacks for when you come to hang out.

When he’s sniping and you decide to come along, he makes sure that the spot he’s in is comfortable and safe for you to be in. He doesn’t want you to get stuck, or be an open shot for an enemy. It would kill him if anything happened to you.

He loves knitting you little things, and it makes you happy because sometimes it’s hard to find clothes in your size. Now you no longer worry about it, because you know that if you ask, he’ll make you something.

Engineer

Engineer absolutely loves serenading you with his guitar, and wants you to feel as special as he possibly can. He does it even more so if you’re ever feeling insecure or upset about your body.

Loves having you in the workshop with him. Because you’re larger, you’re able to lift and hold larger things, taking a lot of the weight off of his shoulders. It also means he doesn’t need to worry as much about you getting hurt as you’re larger.

He loves having you to his big family outings, as it’s boisterous and a bunch of fun. And because of the amount of people, and because he’s Texan, you never ever go hungry.

He loves having campfires, just the two of you. It warms his heart to have the person he loves spend time with him. You help him make the fire, and he either roasts marshmallows, or roasts sausages, whatever you’re in the mood for.

[awkward-writes-shit]

Mercenaries x Reader on Laughing Gas who calls them handsome

In this order; Heavy, Medic, Spy, Sniper, Scout, Demoman, Engineer, Soldier, Pyro

Heavy

“You’re handsome…”

The man was too stunned to speak. Medic told him you were going to be real honest when under laughing gas, but he wants expecting THIS.

He finds you adorable like this. You’re absolutely smaller than him (Unless you’re a tall queen/ruler/king, in which we stan * finger snaps *) and carries you around until you’re able to think straight again.

10/10.

Medic

He puts you under just for fun because he finds you cute like this, so he’s gotten used to your loopy speech

“You’re handsome…” “Danke Taube.”

Still makes him giddy every time you compliment him though. Watches you stumble around the room like a toddler.

7/10

Spy

”You’re handsome…”

He knows. He appreciates it, but he knows.

“Merci. You’re a mess…”

Finds your loopy behaviour cute and slightly entertaining. Wouldn’t actively go out of his way to help you, but will keep an eye on you so you don’t end up killing yourself.

6/10

Sniper

“You’re handsome…”

He’s flustered immediately, does the awkward pulling hat down to cover the blush move.

“Thanks Sheila…”

Probably gonna get baby locked in his van due to him not wanting you to get hurt, but also having no idea how to care for you.

8/10

Scout

“You’re handsome…”

Stop inflating his ego, you’ve doomed the others for the next hour.

“YA’ HEAR THAT BUSH MAN?! MA GIRL THINKS I’M HANDSOME”

Bro probably puts you on one of those weird monkey leashes that you put bad kids on (Couldn’t be me…) and just watches you with so much entertainment.

8/10

Demoman

“You’re handsome…”

Dude’s drunk 24/7 so you’re basically the same person at this point.

“No, YER handsome… Beautiful… Pretty… Yeah…”

He’s constantly taking care of his mom, so you’re in good hands. No sharp objects, no fire, no Pyro, absolutely no Pyro, you’re safe.

10/10

Engineer

“You’re handsome…”

So much blush on that poor Texas man’s face.

“Aw… Thanks sweet pea… How ya’ feelin’?”

We stan a man who’s concerned about you. Keeps you in his workshop while he works. More than willing to explain to you what he’s doing like you’re 5.

10/10

Soldier

“You’re handsome…”

He’s a really loud person so everyone is going to know that you called him handsome.

“OF COURSE I’M HANDSOME! I AM THE GREATEST AMERICAN ON EARTH!”

Dude would have no idea what to do with you. Heavy just ends up taking care of you.

2/10

Pyro

“You’re handsome…”

‘Happy Pyro noises’

Definitely not the best at taking care of people, but in you’re loopy state, he’s amazing.

Y’all are absolutely gonna do stuff like colouring, playing with his unicorns, and absolutely cuddling.

[literallypyro]

Ello there! I like your perfect pair series, can you do the deffense classes as well?

Absolutely! Who doesn't love having the complete collection?

As with any response, hope you enjoy!

The perfect pair Pt.3

Demoman:

He's another one who wouldn't be too picky with requirements. Personality flaws are fine, as long as they are willing to acknowledge and work on them. Doesn't care if they aren't a stand-up citizen, as long as they aren't just an outright evil or sour person.

I think he would actually be attracted to things others would consider physical flaws. It "adds character" in his opinion. Bags under their eyes? They must be working so diligently on something that they stay up a couple hours longer than they should. Stretch marks? How are those a flaw?! Those are like adding veins on a leaf painting, beautiful attention to detail on his favorite work of art! Crooked teeth? Oh, come on now. It's just cute.

He would probably like someone who doesn't have to be around him 24/7, especially when he's experimenting with his bombs. That just means they aren't codependent and there isn't a chance they get hurt if he messes something up while inventing new types of bombs.

I think he would also like someone who likes parallel play. Not sure why, it just sounds right to me.

I feel he's one of those people that the saying "the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach" applies to. It's definitely not a requirement, but it's a lot easier to fall head over heels if they can feed him some good food.

I could also see him going for someone a little bit shy and easy to fluster. He wouldn't overdo it, but seeing his effect on them would ironically have him wrapped around their finger. Not even he knows why it works that way. Maybe it's because he and his partner understand the limits and don't let anything settle into discomfort.

He would also like someone who can help him out of his insecure moments, yet they don't feel like it's their obligation. Someone who helps because they want to for his sake, not because they have to because they're with him.

All in all, he doesn't have super high standards, but he won't settle for less than he deserves.

Heavy:

He would probably be into spunky, tough people. He'd avoid people who actively seek out fights. However, if they only get into fights for valid reasons, he likes when they're resilient and resourceful enough to win every time. Not a requirement, but definitely bonus points if they tend to be smaller than their opponents.

I think part of the reason he'd be attracted to these types of people is because it would give him some peace of mind and make it easier not to subconsciously try to protect them all the time.

I think he would probably have a thing for people with visual art talents. Whether it be painting, graphite, or even graffiti, he would love to be able to see what the inside of their mind looks like. To him, each artwork is another piece of their personality he can cherish. That being said, he definitely leans more towards the expressive artists rather than ones who make still life pieces or photorealistic pieces. Those already exist. He understands it takes an insane amount of skill, and he can respect it. He just prefers those who can pull something completely new and original from their mind.

I could also see him pining for a dancer. He would be their #1 cheerleader, and wouldn't be shy about it either. Why would he be embarrassed about others seeing how much he supports and loves his partner? It would just be weird if he tried to hide his enthusiasm for them doing great things and being happy.

I think it would relax him if his partner didn't want kids. It's not that he doesn't want any, but the thought of his partner being like "kids or I'm gone" just doesn't sit right with him. He helped raise his sisters for a good portion of his life. He's already been a dad, in a sense. While, yes, that makes him very well equipped to raise more kids, that doesn't mean he has to want kids, y'know? Basically, he would want a partner who wouldn't pester or pressure him for kids. Chances are, his perfect type isn't sure if they want kids or not, just like him.

He would like someone he can cook with. Big emphasis on "with." He loves quality time and sharing skills and interests with each other. If they can teach him something completely new to him, bro is DOWN HORRENDOUS. Teach him more. He loves to learn things from the people he loves.

Engineer:

Ah, the good ol' country boy. Call me basic, say I'm sticking with stereotypes, whatever, but this man could never turn down someone who embodies southern momma energy, regardless what gender they identify with. I'm just a firm believer that every southern hospitality sweetheart needs their southern sass spitfire! They don't even need to be southern, to be honest. They just gotta have that energy, that zing.

Someone who, when he's trying to spare someone's feelings, will chime in with a brutally honest version that people can't even be mad about. I mean, they're right, aren't they? Someone who can be the spice to his sugar, the clarity to his kindness, the fire to his candle.

Now let me step away from that since I know he's an open-minded guy. He could also go for someone who's more like him. The type I mention above is more like "same sentence, different font" but the type I'm talking about now is more like "same font, different sentence."

Just as an example, he's humble and good with machines, so maybe they could be humble and good with nature. He's smooth on guitar, they're smooth with singing. He's drinking beer, they're drinking relatively cheap wine. You get what I'm saying.

I guess, when it comes down to it, he wants a partner who's just like him on this half of his personality, but the complete opposite of him on that half of his personality. Like a book. The front cover looks totally different from the back cover, but they're the same piece of leather.

[hypernova-writes]

headcanons on how the mercs would react to giving reader a belly bulge ?

is my size difference kink apparent with this ask

gn pronouns with afab reader if possible

a/n: ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVEEEEEEE. Heavy, Engineer and Demoman for now, But I'll probs do the rest soon!

Heavy, Engineer and Demoman reaction to a belly bulge.

Heavy

❥ Heavy already knew this would happen. He knows his side and he knew that he was going to cause a bulge. ❥ But fuck was it different to actually see...Seeing your smaller frame struggling to take him sent him wild. ❥ The two of you finally had time alone together after the busy schedules the two of you had. You were an assistant to the administrator and you finally had time to be intimate with your partner. ❥ You didn't want him to be gentle either, despite the eyebrow raise and his concern for you.

"are you sure about this? I do not want to hurt you." "Mik...baby, after the day I just had..I need it."

❥It would boost his ego a little more, even though he knows he'd cause one. ❥"You take it so good. Tell me how good it feels for you." ❥ definition of size kink just has a picture of heavy beside it lmao-

Engineer.

❥ Talk about a man nearly about to lose his shit-. ❥ Engineer likes to be very intune with you when it comes to sex, he like to ask you if you alright and make sure you feel as good as he is. ❥ You would bring it to his attention, moving his hand to feel the lower part of your stomach. ❥ he would feel it and look down, before a deep groan would leave his mouth. He wouldn't be able to control himself.

"S-shit..look of you darl'..look at that..shit.." "takin' my cock like you were made for it.."

❥ Oh yea, be prepared to be fucked silly by him so he can see it more. Bottoming out repeatedly so he could hear your moans and feel how deep he could get inside you. ❥ Definitely leans into the breeding kink this man has, even if he can't get you pregnant he is going to make sure you feel full of him.

Demoman

❥ Another one that would boost his ego. ❥ He wouldn't notice it at first, he knew he was pretty big compared to you. and he would chuckle as he watched you struggle to walk or sit down the next day after the two of you go at it. ❥ It would be one day you would be riding him, his hands would be on your hips, running them across your lower stomach as he would buck up into you. when sudden he would stop. ❥you were confused at first until he runs his hand along the bulge, moving slowly so he could see it move. ❥ It unlocked something in his mind, suddenly you would find yourself on your back, and Tavish would start moving faster than he ever did before, On top of getting to hear your sweet sounds he got to see what it did to you.

"seeing me..so deep in you..hope you don't have anything planned.." "Cause i'm not lettin' ya up from this bed.."

Hi everyone!! I missed writing for you all!! I apologize if this is not as good as my previous writing as i am trying to get back into the swing of writing! Enjoy!!

[supernova41st]

ok but like I loved ur mercy!reader post and considering my love for crossovers ESPECIALLY character interactions I was wondering if u could do more???

Nerf this! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎

Tf2 x Dva!Reader

A/n: If you’re not familiar with Dva then I suggest watching the Dva Cinematic. It’ll sum her character up and she’s a fun one at that ^^. A lot of my tf2 x ow fics are platonic so unless I outright say that it’s romantic you can imagine it however you’d like, enjoy <33

Warnings: None

Divider creds: Sister-Lucifer on Tumblr

Engineer

Since you guys were forced to share a workshop it looks pretty similar to the bedroom from Sam and Cat, one side being dull and grey with little to no decorations while the other is pink with cute plushies/figurines around the place.

After a bit you grew closer, sitting around in silence while working on your projects got pretty awkward so it was about time before someone broke the ice.

“You ever name your bots?”

“Huh, don’t think so.. you?”

“Yes! I call her Tokki, she’s cute isn’t she?”

“And one hell of a shade of pink”

Engineer is really competitive when it comes to you, being that you both are engineers/inventors. You guys have fun 🫶

“That’s 10 kills! Can you do that grandpa?”

“Haha! Just wait til’ you see what my other babies can do”

Will gladly show you some old tricks that he’s learned over the years since he’s more experienced. Plus he’s the only person you’ll ever trust your dear Tokki with.

Speaking of which-your self destruct sequence is always done by him, any of the other mercs will FUMBLEEE

“how do I friggin do this?? Is there like a joystick I can move around?”

•

“Too many dæm buttons on this zing! I zon’t know what I’m doing”

•

“pulls out glasses your mouse controls the small pointer on ze screen, use it to-WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS MEAN?”

“IT MEANS YOU’RE STUPID HEAVY.”

Interactions/Voicelines 🎤

Team kill with Self Destruct

“How’s that for a shade of pink?”

•

“Definitely haven’t seen somethin’ like that in my years.”

•

“Thanks Tae-I mean!-Engie!!”

Domination

“Too slow, peepaw!”

•

“Hope that wasn’t hard on your arthritis -3-“

Medic

Medic gets so excited when you’re on a mission with him. Loves pocketing you, partly because you’re the nicest when it comes to asking for help

“CMON THEN DOCTOR”

“heal me pussy.”

“DOCTOR, HEAL NOW”

“heals plss 😚”

He also enjoys how you’re full of surprises, he thought you were gonna die when your mech broke down but no! You jumped out that thing and pistol whipped the whole team’s faces off like the diva you are.

“PISTOL TO THE FACE!!”

“Y/n slow down 🙂”

He loves you but you overstimulate him.

Interactions/Voicelines 🎤

Ubering

“LETS GO!”

•

“RAHHH!! GET OUTTA MY GAME!”

Spawn Interactions

“Vill you surprise me out there, Hase?”

“Of course! You know I always do ^.^”

•

“Nett mech”

“Nett coat!!”

“Aw, vy thank you”

Spy

This ho won’t stop talking shit. Every time he opens his mouth about you it’s him complaining about how “you’re too young to be on this team” or “your ‘experience’ with video games doesn’t serve a war” or “stop playing video games y/n we’re in the middle of battle”.

He avoided you for the most part until you decided to make some small talk while you both awkwardly stood in an elevator, big mistake 😬

“I bet your gun does a ton of DPS”

“Must you always muster up your video game vocabulary with reality?”

“Must you always be so petty?? 😒 old Frenchie fuck you and your dps gun”

Clearly he’s not fond of youngin’s joining the team. Though he does find you more “tolerable” than scout since you at least have some experience with fighting in a war (kinda)

He hates that he has to crawl to you for tech help, he doesn’t know what he’s doing-you’re the tech expert!!

“Y/n.. something is wrong with the radio.”

“..oookkayyy??”

“Can you help?”

“LOL!!”

Meetings with you always end up in him taking your game console away, he just won’t leave you alone 🙄

“Hey! I was in the middle of beating a boss!!”

“You’ll have it back once you listen to what I have to say, girl.”

“Ughh fine”

Interactions/Voicelines 🎤

Spawn interactions

“Don’t you think your little pink robot will be a distraction?”

“That’s.. just the way I like it!”

Blaster light gun kill

“See that, Spy? Pure skill.”

Spy callout

“Ping!Ping!Ping! Spy around here!!”

[redamoureux]

Can i request some tf2 headcanons of some of the mercenary boys (it can be anyone i dont mind and i honestly have a hard time pick also i dont know if you have a character limit)developing a crush on someone from the enemy team(reader), who found the respective merc injured in a corner, and instead of finishing them off they hand the merc a nearby health kit and just tell them to be safe before running away. Hopefully that's something you'll do and thanks for letting me request! I really like your writing style and your little art doodles are always a pleasure to see!! Thanks again byebye hope you have a good day!

╰﹒ARE YOU FALLING IN LOVE?

General Red/Blu Engineer, Sniper, Spy headcanons/short

• genre: romantic

• a/n: Hey! Sorry for the super late answer- this was just kinda stuck in my draft so sorry for that! ( >_<) Also, glad to hear you enjoy my doodles :) also i like your idea, it actually reminds me alot of how i potray my verison of reader so that may have made me a little carried away while writing this- And yeah, i apologize if my rules aren't very clear, the character limits are around 3-4!

Engineer

Dang nabbit!

That stupid snake spy was up to it again. Sapping his buildings and hiding like a coward. A few fragments of the broken sentry manage to crash on his leg when he tried to fix it but it suddenly exploded likely due to misconception in the system.

Engineer groaned as he try to remove the metal off him which only resulted more pain to his crushed leg. Earlier on, the spy was able to land a few shots which he was able to barely survive from by pretending to be dead.

He was seriously going to get back at him at the next round. He vowed and began forming some sinistrous plans mentally as he still tried getting back up again.

As he looked around the surroundings, his eyes snapped to the health kit nearby. He knew it's hopeless at this point, but he tried just once again to reach it.

Suddenly, the sounds of distant shouting caught his attention. He looked at the corner where the noise was coming from and froze, hearing footsteps and a shadow coming closer to where he is.

Engineer could only stare, taking out his pistol and ready to give his best.

He was about to shoot when he sees your head peeking out the corner and the two of you lock eyes.

You gasped faintly, retreating back your head again, making engineer drop his gun down a little. For a while he only observes, expecting you to pop out again and this time with a weapon.

To his surprise however, you only slowly came closer with your medi-gun and stood infront of him, this made him distracted and you looked to the side seeing the health kit. He also look at the direction you were looking and then you two look back at each other.

You walked towards the kit and picked it up and came close to him as he watches closely, loosely letting the pistol down. You kneel down beside him and handed him the health kit, to which he can only gawk at for a moment before accepting it. You then peer at the metal scrap crushing his leg and motion to him to push it off while you try to lift it up.

At last, with some struggle, you succesfully were able to remove the scrap off.

He thanked you, feeling certainly grateful for your aid. You only smiled and nodded making engineer blush. Then you stood back up, picking your medi gun and gave him a final glance and a wave on your way back to outside.

He can only gaze at your frame leaving, still blushing and thinking about what just happened even while fixing himself up.

Sniper

Ah, piss.

Sniper was so close on pulling the trigger on a enemy's head when he just had to be shot a few times near his chest and shoulder by another sniper.

Now he's currently sitting on the floor, unable to really move due to his wounds. The medic is obviously too busy and far from his spot so all he could do for now is keeping his guards up while trying to ease the pain with some bandages he had.

As he's paying close attention to the ongoing battle, His eyes landed on you emerging from behind a rock, healing your team's scout with your medigun while charging forward.

Now his interest shifted from the enemy's fighting to just paying attention to you instead. He'd seen you time to time through the scope but usually you'd stay behind as extra help. He wasn't sure why sometimes when he aims for you, he'd hesitated. It's almost somewhat wrong.

His thoughts were interrupted by the stinging pain in his shoulder as he groan and lean closer to the wooden window. Suddenly your team soldier's shout rang aloud alerting about his presence.

Sniper panicked as he push himself far away from the wooden window, hearing fast footsteps rapidly approaching his spot. He took his kukri and prepare himself to fight.

Shortly to his surprise though, only you were the one who came. He was really close to attacking─ yet there it is again. The odd hesitating feeling. While being confused with his own choices, you took the medkit you found just outside and offered it to him. While you only smile, sniper is left dumbfound. By the fact that you're not trying to kill him here and there, but also because he did not notice there was even a health kit literally sitting feets away from him.

As he took the kit from you to heal himself, you also proceed to use your medigun to slightly fasten his healing process before you hear your name being called. You call back to them, confirming that you're okay. You gave him a wave and a warm smile before you quickly ran out to your team.

Sniper only sat down there at one of the crate boxes as he proceed the aimless thoughts in his mind about this encounter with you. Well, atleast now it seems like he knows the reason why he's so hesitant to hurt you.

Spy

Oh it's just perfect.

Spy sighs deeply in annoyance as he sat down in a corner with his burnt leg, arm and wounded stomach. His broken Invisibility watch in his hand as his attempts on turning it back on didn't work as it only let out a few sharp electric sparkings.

Great. His invis watch is broken and he is still in the enemy's section with the high possibility that anyone could easily figure out where he is. He feels oddly dreadful about this whole situation as he imagined the worst scenario that could happen in his mind.

It was all oddly quiet at first before he heard a few distinct voices and footsteps passing by. He tries to focus more on where the steps are heading to so he could escape before they caught him first.

He feels rather confused and irritated by the random noises and constant back and forth steps, combined with the pain he's feeling makes him want to just scream but he holds back. He takes deep breath and stood up and accidently hitting his wounded arm which he let out a yelp before he shuts himself up.

It was too late though. He heard some yelling and a brief talk before he hears footsteps once again. He tries to get away but it seems like he was not fast enough as by then, you appeared by the entrance.

You two stared at each other for a moment before he took out his revolver and aim it at you, but you quickly shot it away with your syringe gun.

Spy only looked at his hand then at you in shock. And he realizes that he's basically helpless at the hands of the enemy now.

So close to accepting this defeat, he stumble back and sat down with a tired and dejected look, closing his eyes.

Instead of a quick shot in the head, he felt something being dropped on his lap and a sudden soothing sensation enveloping his body. Confused, spy opens his eyes to see you standing infront of him, using your medigun on him and a healthkit on his lap. He's left baffled by this and was about to ask just what you were doing but you only shush him by nodding softly.

So the two of you only settled in silent as your medigun continue to help speeding up the process. He decided to take out another cigarette, placing it in his mouth and was about to light it up, but he wasn't able to find his lighter anywhere. Just then a lighter reached near his face and lighten the cigarette up for him. Your face was close to his, with the flame illuminating the small details on your face as he stares at you with wide eyes.

Even when you pulled away, spy was still stuck in daze for a moment before he blushes in embarrassment at the gesture. Thankfully you weren't able to see his face with that mask.

He cleared his throat and thanked you in an almost sheepish manner and you smiled in return, giving him a thumbs up. Then you used your syringe gun and shoot at one of the empty bottle laying around before you wink and walked out hurridly.

REBLOGS/ FEEDBACK/ COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

@redamoureux

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

The Mercs take Y/N to a nearby carnival in the badlands

WARNING: Chaos ensues. Why the fuck would you take them anywhere?

Scout:

- He’s fine with this. He used to love going to carnivals. It was all him and his family could afford on weekends.

- You’re somewhat bothered by the heat but he’s resilient as fuck. “You want me to grab you some water, babe?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer. Returns in fucking milliseconds with water. You don’t know how he’s so damn fast.

- Sits on the fariswheel with you, he had planned this to be super romantic but he feels awkward. He tries to lighten the mood by standing up in the car and whacking his ball into the poor crowd of people. “Watch this. This is for you, babe.” The sandman ball hits a guy in the face and probably kills him. You’re pretty convinced he’s not alive anymore. “Home run!” He calls out. “Woooo!”

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Solider:

- EXCITED. EXCITED. EXCITED. If he were a dog he’d be wagging his tail. For all the wrong reasons. You know full well you’re in for a ride. It’s not a thrill ride.

- He takes the shooting games way too seriously. Gets mad when he doesn’t get the plush toy prize and pulls out his actual stock rocket launcher to rely on pure splash damage. (Where the fuck did he even hide that?) They’re forced to hand him his prize in fear for their lives.

- If you lose a game, he beats the shit out of the person running the stall. He insists it’s their fault and the game was rigged. Your shot is flawless.

- You leave him alone for TWO SECONDS and he’s already harassing a random bird on the fence he believes to be a Russian drone. Children are staring at him. You can’t take this man anywhere.

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Demoman:

- He’s not used to this. He went to the Highland games as a kid. Never really had a carnival around his village. He experiences a bit of awe and intrigue as you walk the streets with him. He’s still in his vest and the people of Tuefort are heckling him. They know he’s one of those annoying mercenaries. He thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- He hates the food though. Eugh. He discovers pretty quickly he has a dislike for fried chicken. Insults America’s tastes to hell and back. Almost fucking vomits when he tastes the mac and cheese. What the fucking hell is wrong with you people?

- “Err.. Dontae think those rides are a bit dangerous?” He asks, jutting his thumb behind him. He doesn’t notice the kiddy rollercoaster breaking into pieces behind him followed by screaming families. He’s probably too used to that sound to process it coherently.

- Suspiciously eyes the men setting up the fireworks for tonight. He glares at them while sipping the cheap alcohol he begrudgingly bought at one of the food stalls. Nitpicks them for setting them up wrong. He sets them up himself but the fireworks nearly kill everyone. Turns out he made them more efficient. By that I mean deathly. “No, sweetheart. they’re FIREWORKS. FIREWORKS.” you tell his drunken stupid ass.

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Engineer:

- Oh fuck he’s excited. He had good memories going to carnivals as a kid. Eats like a fucking beast and doesn’t hold back. You watch this man consume more than his own body weight.

- Goes straight to the mechanical bull. Asks you to hold his cowboy hat he wore on the way here. “Sit back and let a big man like me show you how it’s done, darlin.” He doesn’t even fall off once. It looks like he’s barely even moving. He stands up on the fucking bull and flips off the last guy who ate shit on it. Embarrassing him in front of his kids.

- As you’d suspect he’s sort of insulting the lack of regular maintenance on the rides. Whilst in line for the Zipper he shakes his head like a disappointed father and scraps the rusted paint off the ride with his glove. Crushing it to dust between his fingers. Shakes his head some more and sighs.

- Congratulations. The state of these rides have broken this poor man. He can’t take it anymore. Take him to the petting zoo with the farm animals right now before he suffers a brain hemorrhage.

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Heavy:

- “What did little baby say about carnival?”

- He’s heard of carnivals in plenty of books but his life of isolation has prevented him from ever experiencing such a thing. The concept is almost alien.

- Well, he goes with you and he hates it. He looks like an incredibly discontent kitten the entire time. As you ride with him in all the kiddy rides, he looks even more pissed as he just so happens to break one of the rides upon sitting in it. The consequences of being a giant mass of muscle are truly unfortunate on this day.

- His face brightens up a little bit as you buy him a footlong sandwich. He’s never seen a sandwich this big before. He eats the entire thing within’ minutes.

- Finally you find a place in the carnival he somewhat enjoys but pretends not to. He hits the high striker so hard the bell fucking breaks and goes flying. He complains that this game is too easy — until he’s handed a cute little toy bunny of course. “I have been gifted rabbit?”

- Everybody is now batshit afraid of him.

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Pyro:

- YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Bouncing in the car the entire way there. Miss Pauling had to drive you two there because Pyro doesn’t own a vehicle. She sighs in exasperation and asks pyro to“please quiet down, sweetie. Pauling is thinking.”

- You have a massive dog jumping off the walls of the car right now. They can’t sit still. Pauling is miserable. In other words, water is wet.

- Once she drops you off she makes you both swear to not catch anything on fire. It’s bad for business and doesn’t give them a good look. Pyro has no intentions of listening to her and heads straight for the fire eating performance. In their point of view; these people are somehow consuming rainbows.

- They do all sorts of things with you. Allowing you to lead the way to any attraction you felt drawn to. Whether it be trying to get dolls or getting on a ride. They seemingly want to do as much as possible before the sun goes down.

- after you tell them it’s late, they groan in despair but nod obediently. Prioritizing your guys’ shitty adulthood of work was sadly something that had to be done. They held your hand on the way back. Carrying a shit load of plush dolls in the other massive glove.

- “Did you two have fun?” Miss Pauling asks, you swear she puts on a motherly voice just for pyro. He excitedly claps his hands and agrees with her. She blinks though and sees the chaos behind you. You trace her gaze with confusion, wondering what she was gawking at. For some reason the entire carnival was on fire and you didn’t even notice on your way out that it spread to pretty much every corner.

- You both look back at Pyro. They’re holding a match. Of fucking course. Miss Pauling rubs her face. “I’ll call the firemen..” She sighs in defeat.

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Sniper:

- “Carnivals are stupid.” He says, a lit cigarette between his teeth. “Jus’ mediocre entertainment. Not even good. Believe it or not I have standards for my own personal pleasure as well. I’m not going to some stupid thick headed colonel sanders’ freakshow to eat hot grease n’ Emu legs.” You have to correct him that it’s technically turkey legs. “Whatevea mate.”

- You somehow manage to convince him anyway. But he was doing this only for you. He growls as you drag him by the hand onto the carnival grounds. Wishing he was back in bed. He glares at everybody who even dares breathe in his direction.

- He likes the farm animals well enough but quickly diverts his attention away in slight intrigue upon seeing the shooting gallery. You are thrilled and BEG him to win a prize for you. “There’s no way in hell i’m doing that, love.” You want to see this guy in action and the look of shock upon everybody’s faces as Sniper beats multiple children.

- Well.. Okay. But only because you keep inflating his ego with your compliments. He goes up, gives the person in charge his money, and brings the scope to his eye. Multiple kids are in the gallery next to him and missing every single shot on the fake cardboard animals. He mutters an insult to their ineptitude. He doesn’t even have to look to know they didn’t land a shot.

- Sniper takes down literally all the targets within’ seconds. Including the ones that the poor children were shooting at. Every. single. cardboard animal.

- The person running the stall begrudgingly gives him the biggest teddy bear they have. The Teddy bear that multiple families present were wanting to get in the first place. Kids are complaining and parents are complaining. Life’s suddenly great. Sniper looks amused at the amount of attention and cracks a smile at you. He wonders how you knew this would make him happy.

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Medic:

- “Ack! what complete nonsense! I am far too busy of a man for such boyish games!” He acts dramatic about it. Crossing his arms and turning up his nose.

- “Yeah but— what if somebody dies on the broken ass rides? That’s like free organs right there.” You say.

- “Hoo. Well, you do have a point. Alright! I’m convinced. But only this once.”

- Medic is actually rather terrible at the gun related games. He can’t aim precisely. At one point you found a crossbow related game and he held his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Realizing he had managed to hit everywhere but the desired target. You joke that hey— at least a life isn’t on the line this time. He passive aggressively slaps you over the head lightly with his glove and moves to the next game.

- You go to the bathroom and come back to see him dragging a bloodied dead body into his car. “Ah, I’d explain but it’s a rather long story!” he says enthusiastically. Accidentally holding up his equally bloodied ubersaw, and then immediately hiding it behind his back.

- He won’t go on the rides. He’s bold and brash but he isn’t an idiot. He knows full well those things aren’t structurally sound. He stands up tall in his usual thinking pose. A finger to his chin as he takes in the sight of the rides. “What are you thinking?” You ask him. He grins at you. That disgusting, devilish, i’m-making-an-evil-plan grin. You are now scared.

- He steals an entire fucking carnival ride for less than moral medical purposes. The ENTIRE FUCKING THING is in the back of his car and the car is chugging along. Wheezing and trying to get this thing back to the base. He’s going to break it apart and sow the parts onto a Frankenstein-like creature.

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Spy:

- Mother of god, can’t you guys go on a more relaxing date? One with less screaming, noisy music, and people? What about a nice five star restaurant? Or the park?

- He refuses to eat any of the food. At all. He’d rather starve in a ditch than eat such filth. Not even bothering with the alcohol. He avoids people like the plague and you’ll turn to ask him a question and WHOOOOSH! he won’t even be there until you reach your hand out and blink his invis watch by poking him. “Stop cloaking, pussy.”

- He literally begs you to choose another place. PLEASE. End his suffering. You swear you’ll find something here he enjoys though.

- You were standing in line for a ride and once you got to the front he had stepped out of line and said “Oh! after you.” In typical gentlemen fashion. Letting you go on the entire ride by yourself. You glare at him from the ride and he’s smirking mischievously. Waving his fingers to greet you.

- For the rest of the night he takes it upon himself to mess with you. You offer him some cotton candy and he hands it to a little boy in a stroller instead while nobody was looking. You saw that in the corner of your eye. “Im not fucking blind, Spy.” You say. He puts his hands behind his back innocently. “Oh, what? I consumed the wretched morsel like you asked!” “No, you didn’t Spy.”

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

✵Under the hood.

✦ Pairing: Modern!Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader ✦ Summary: A beautiful day quickly turned into a very shitty one when your car broke down in the middle of a mountain road. Thank Goodness, a charming cowboy luckily crosses your way and talks you through fixing your fussy engine. ✦ Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI!! Not properly speaking sexual intercourse, but this contains sexual themes. "Talking you through it". Dirty talk. Mechanical sex metaphors if that's even a thing??? Sexual tension. Arthur is a smooth b*stard. ✦ Words: 2,3k (once again relying on @arthurmorgan-vp for this gorgeous pic of Arthur!)

Sooo! This was initially an ask for my mini prompt sprint from @cloudywithachanceofcrisis (awesome url btw), and it turned into this whole fic because I'm too deep into modern Arthur and I just couldn't stop writing. Basically, the ask was for Reader's car to break down and for Arthur to talk her through fixing it, "Megan Fox Transformers" style. 😏 I had too much fun writing it. Enjoy!

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A creaking sound of metallic agony rings out as you pull your car's hood up, quickly followed by a horrible smell of burnt pieces of metal and plastic.

Shit.

This really wasn't what you had planned for today. A barbecue party at your best friend's ranch, cold beers, the smell of grass mixing with seasoned steaks and hay. And laughter, and horses, and riding. The sun embracing your face as you and her would gallop through the fields, just like when you were kids. The real start of summer.

That's what you had planned this morning when waking up. Now the sun is roasting your neck, your car is stopped, front pitifully open as a wounded animal you would have just hurt, along one of Wyoming's lonely rocky mountain roads. Needless to say, you were in deep trouble; no network, traffic as low as the school's road on holidays.

Except for other locals, of course.

After long minutes of panic and desperate calls into the void of a connectionless dial tone from your phone, you finally heard your salvation from the other side of the road. A blue Chevrolet pickup truck, some Creedence Clearwater Revival bursting through the windows, sunrays gleaming on the immaculate bodywork.

The truck slows down and stops right next to you. Window down, its owner smiles at you with an unmistakable smirk and blue eyes shining almost as much as the perfectly polished metal of his vehicle.

"You alright there, sugar?"

Arthur Morgan. Another ranch owner from your valley. He's bending to your direction, turning down his music, and you notice the pile of country and rock albums on the countertop. You internally chuckle; it fits his character way too well. You knew him a little; all the breeders know each other in the valley. Most of them, as with your family and his, have beneficial relationships, like symbiosis in nature. Clownfish and anemones. Trees and lichen. Make yourself useful to the other party and you'll never fight again. Instead of destroying yourselves over a piece of land, you've learned to take advantage of each other and to prosper together. The Man is an animal, after all.

You had very good memories of the time you had spent at his ranch, usually for the breeding season. He owned one of the finest horses in the whole county and rode them like no one else could. And you would have lied if you had said you didn't find him handsome, in this typical cowboy rugged charm. Always wearing jeans, sometimes chaps. Tight, simple black or white shirts that were always stretched around his biceps or pectorals. Never without a pack of Marlboros that smelled like fresh nights, talking about life under the porch. A leather hat and jacket for riding, a cap when around his ranch. Today is a baseball cap type of day too, it seems.

"Of course not, Morgan! Do I look peachy?! My car broke down and I can't fix it." You explain, hands on your hips.

"A chance I was passin' by then." He smirks even more, readjusting his position in his seat. "Don't worry darlin', we'll get it in mint condition no time."

With a smooth move of the wheel with one hand, he pulls over just a few meters from you. Your hear the old truck turning down, the door opening; he grabs a toolbox and a bottle of water before joining you in front of the open hood of your poor suffering car.

"Here, first, drink a bit. Don't want ya droppin' dead in the middle o' nowhere."

You chuckle as you take the water he's handing to you, the coldness of it on your palms enough to make you feel at ease. "Would be hard to explain to the cops eh?"

"Sure would." He concedes with a snort, his left hand taking support on the hood as he bends towards the engine. After a few seconds of him probing the wound with an expert gaze in silence, he turns to you. "Ya know what? You're going to learn and fix it yaself. I'll teach ya. That way, you won't have to wait on a... dirty cowboy to save your ass next time you break down."

You smile, amused and somehow grateful for his proposition. You definitely should have known better in cars already, considering how life was demanding in those wild plains.

"Alright then, let's hear what the "grand master" of cars has to say." You joke, and just for the way his crinkles showed more in the corner of his eyes, the smile it brought to his face, it was worth it.

He takes a dirty piece of fabric and puts it in the back pocket of his jeans out of habit, before giving you a pair of gloves from the toolbox, greasy and used, and you put them on without complaint, hard, used cotton surrounding your skin.

Your eyes involuntarily notice how his neck is more tanned, compared to a part of his torso you can catch a glimpse of. His forearms, too. The veins that run through them are like great streams that sublimate his muscles. He really is cut out for the hard life on the ranch, even more than most people you know.

"First, you need t'find your brake cylinder. Check the fluid level in it." He points at the plastic reservoir and waits.

You bend towards the engine too, and touch the cylinder. It is one of the only things you knew about.

"That's right, that' thing. Does it look full?"

"Yes."

"Good. 'Could be leakin', though. Brush your hands under it..." He commands, one hand still on the hood and the other holding his belt. He looks so casual, as if he were giving mechanic lessons every day. "Come on, don't be shy, darlin'."

You do exactly as he tells. You don't know why, but there's something suddenly extremely intimate in this whole situation. The way you're both bent inward, bodies close, way closer than how you would stand next to someone. The way he speaks those orders, his voice even more gravelly, rasping, almost purring in your ears. Deep, so deep, and the way his accent is eating half the words in that southern drawl is doing things to you. Stomach fluttering, you try to keep your head cool and actually focus and fixing your damn car.

"So? S'it wet?"

Jeeeesus, he's not making things easy. Making violence to yourself not to answer yes on instinct, you force out a too casual "Nope."

"Alright, now do the same with the coolin' system. S'right next to it."

You bring your hand to the other plastic cylinder, wrapping your fingers under the round pipe coming out of it. Your muscle memory is stronger than your rational thinking. You can't help but imagine how it would feel to have them wrapped around something else, something just inches away from your own hips right now. Something you knew would be undoubtedly big considering the way that man is carrying himself, the way it shows when he's riding, big and heavy and obvious through his jeans. You close your eyes, unable to keep those unholy ideas away.

"No leaks, sir."

"Perfect. Oh, ya should always check up for leaks first, but never open this damn thing with your engine still runnin', ya hear? Could splash hot chemicals all over ya."

"Copy that."

"Good girl." He drawls in a satisfied praise, his left hand tapping on the hood in a satisfied way. As if he had just finished with you and would pat your ass contently. You shiver, his words and the fucking delicious way he said it igniting and unresistable fire between your thighs. "Now let's check the engine fluid. Pull out the dipstick from it."

You slowly remove the long and thin wand from your car motor, and to your surprise, you feel one of his big and rough palms on top of your glove to help you carry it, as his left one finally leaves its perch and grabs the top of the stick.

"See the fluid? If the thing looks like you have just shoved it in an oil fryer, you're good. But if you notice some other stuff like... somethin' that looks like thick water, or a creamy stuff right here, it ain't good."

Fluid. Shoving. Thick. Creamy. There's no way he isn't aware of what he's doing. The way his gigantic hands handle yours and the stick. The way you can smell his strong perfume, petrolic reek of the damaged engine long gone, replaced by heady notes of sweat from the scorching sun making him pearl, mixing with remnants of his cologne. Or was it woods? Cedar and pines, with hays, and faint traces of this so specific scent that farms and ranches have.

"Darlin'? Ya got it?"

"Y-yeah yeah. Oil good, creamy stuff isn't." Oh my god, you sound so dumb you're almost embarrassing yourself.

"That' right. Now the filter. See that big fan underneath? We have to make sure it's perfectly running and sealed, overwise your engine is pumping stuff from nowhere and ends up damn dirty."

He arcs himself completely, lying his side against your car to slip his hand under the piece of metal, and grabs a pipe you can't see from where you stand. He probably tests the solidity of the thing, but all you see is him wanking a fucking engine. Does he handles his cock like that? Does he jerk it slow and steady like he rides his horse in an elegant walk? Slow but deliberate, meticulous like he is with his own truck? Or is it all the contrary, does he treat it rough and quick? Like an urge he needs to get out, contrasting with his precise and conscientious work? Does his shaft fuck his fist, jerking off so fast he's almost done in a few minutes? Does his-

"Here, I need to show it to ya. Come."

Oh. You're dead on the inside, your pussy isn't even trying anymore, burning without any restriction and you're happy it's a hot day because at least you have an excuse to be sweating that much. He's still leaning his side against the car, arm folded, and he gestures for you to join him in the same position. Throat hoarse, legs mushy as if they were boneless, you get closer and lean on your side too, your back touching his chest. You two are basically spooning on your car right now. He removes his hand from the engine.

"See? S' that one, right there. Go on, grab' it."

Jesus all I want is to fucking grab it you complain in your head. He must realise this is extremely erotic, right? You couldn't be imagining it on your own. You hope not, or else it means that you're completely crazy. Your body is entirely tensed as an arched bow, you bring your own hand to the filter pipe.

"Now... shake it. T'make sure it's sealed."

His breath is almost brushing against your ear. His deep raspy tone, resonating through his chest when he speaks, scratching against his tongue, feels like honey and whiskey both at the same time. Languorous and coarse. It swirls and rolls all against you, coating you as if you were a candy waiting to be eaten whole. You shake the metal piece, trying at all costs to push away the sinful thoughts the gesture is bringing to you.

"Thaaat's it... How does it feel, girl?"

"F-feels good to me." You're blushing, you're sure you're blushing. You know you are, cheeks burning at the double meaning this whole conversation is holding. You hear and feel him humming a positive, deep sound in answer.

"Well, if it ain't mechanical, it's probably your electrical darlin'. Let's look at that battery o' yours."

He finally gets up, pushing on his arm. You're almost sad not to be turned the other way, you could have witnessed the way his biceps had flexed, veins popping for a few seconds, grease and oil now painting his skin and beautifully emphasizing his muscles, a perfectly shaped and shaded Greek statue.

You start to get back up too, and suddenly feel the weight of his gaze and you. You were bent, half folded just a few seconds ago, basically presenting your ass to him. Oh, you congratulate yourself for having chosen to wear these little shorts this morning. There was no way he could have looked at something else. Once fully up, you greet him with a not-so-innocent smile, fixing a strand of your hair behind your ear. A vein on his neck shows as he reciprocates your smirk, and his own body tenses. He's enjoying this whole situation.

"Mmh. I can already tell ya, she's the one causing trouble." He states, pulling his cap back in place with two hands. You're not even sure he's actually talking about the car anymore.

"H-how do you know?" You didn't want your voice to sound that weak. This man had the effect of disconnecting every basic function from your biology; except all the ones related to sex of course. Those, those they were on fire, on the verge of fucking overheating.

"Look, it's loose." He explains slowly, voice drawling, each word slurred in a husky rumble. He's saying it like that on fucking purpose. "Some bolts must have blown out. So, that littl' bitch bounces as you drive, and it ends up disconnected. All... messy, 'n overused..."

You religiously nod at his godly speech. Your eyes are fixated on his hands moving the battery in periodic movements, repetitive sharp snapping noise filling the air, fingers sliding in between the pieces of metal.. He could have well been thrusting his hips into it, it would have had the same effect on you.

"Now... let's get this bad girl to behave." He adds, devilish smirk on his face, a hand leaving the battery to pull a wrench and a few new bolts from his toolbox.

All your life you had prided yourself on being a strong and independent woman. The ranch chores? No problem. Riding? Easier and funnier, even barrel racing. Lassoing, helping a cow give birth? Done and done. Not that it was easy, but you could handle it yourself, and pretty damn well on top of that.

But right here, right now, this ego is crushed under the dirty boots of this Appolon of a cowboy, odd but unforgettable mix between a rough rancher and a mythological God, palming a car battery as if it was your ass. You could have done anything if he had ordered you to, you had never been weaker because of someone. You would have been on your knees, God, you wish he'd let you get on your knees for him.

With just a few turns of the wrench, the temperamental car is repaired. He tests the engine from the conductor seat, and it works perfectly fine. It's almost humiliating how easy it was. He gets out, pulls the hood down for you, and stands tall, satisfied with his little intervention.

"You're good t'go, darlin'."

"Thank you so much, Arthur." You don't know if you should be thanking him for the battery or for the litteral porn show he delivered you for free. It had been years since your hormones had gotten that wild.

And they weren't about to stop, considering how he had taken back his water bottle and drank straight from it, some of it beautifully streaming down his scarred chin, then his throat before getting soaked up by his already sweat-drenched shirt. He takes some of it in his right hand and wets his neck, and you have to contain a sigh. The base of his hair, all wet like this, makes you want to run your fingers through it more than ever.

"T'was nothin'. Am happy t'help a pretty girl in need."

There are a few seconds, just a few, hanging in the thick air between the two of you, where you both look at his other, his abyssal marine blue eyes sinking so deep into yours you're almost surprised he's not falling right into your soul. Maybe he is. But his gaze doesn't waver for a single second, not even by an inch, and you realize that only he maintains such intimate contact for so long without showing the slightest sign of nervousness. No one else does. For him, it doesn't have to be a source of discomfort like most people, and it becomes so intimate that you feel your legs weaken once again under the weight of that gaze. Just the two of you. Fucking with your eyes.

He gets closer to you, and you move back against the front of your car. You don't say a word. Neither is he. There's just his deep breaths and the deafening beating of your heart. He raises his arms around your waist, as if wanting to lean on the hood, trapping you. Your thighs and your aching core between them are just a few torturous inches from his jeans-covered crotch. You want to take a quick peek, burning to know if he's indeed painfully hard, if the blue pants are as tight as his shirt is on his bicep. But you can't, unable to break his eye contact, sucked into those blue seas. There's a small grease stain on his cheek you'd like to cover with your lipstick. You hold your breath. Your whole body freezes, which made no sense at all to you, considering how hot you were feeling, how ardent the atmosphere was with him almost bent on you. It's like those mind-numbing summer days, when the air is so hot and heavy and full of electricity that all you want is for the storm to finally break, never mind if the lightning strikes your whole body.

All the better if it does.

He grabs his wrench he had forgotten behind you, and pulls back. In an instant, it's winter. You don't want it to be. He looks at you with this knowing smirk, this hard jawline almost cheeky, this goddamn ballcap like a crown.

"H-hey uh -" You cough, unable to let things end like this. Searching for the thunderstorm. "I was... I was going to the Miller's Ranch for a barbecue. D'you wanna come?" You bite your lip at yet another double entendre. Shit. "I could... Offer you a beer, for all of that?"

Gently pulling the working gloves off your hands, he answers, taking his sweet time, his face holding this repressed mischievousness and desire, well hidden behind his smug expression.

"Well... I'd very much like to come. Thank you, sugar."

✧.*

Well, thank you for this amazing request that sparked this obsession in my brain I guess, Rhae! Also I won't lie to you guys, I was clearly inspired too by these amazing art pieces from @/altergoat02. Check out their blog, all of their art is prodigious.

And if Modern Arthur is your kind of boah just like me, I highly recommend you to check out Evie's Takin' care of business!! And yes I've completely looked for a tutorial on youtube about car motors. I'm just that ignorant.

tagging the sweeties who had shown interest in this/my work: @stottlemorgan, @moons-honies, @arthurmorganist, @redwritr, @cloudywithachanceofcrisis, @a-court-of-valkyries

[wisteriaiswriting]

S/O Who Flinches Often

Words: 455

Request: Omg hiiiiii!!! I’m in love with your blog at the moment and was wondering if I could send in a request for tf2? Where m!reader (is that how you do it?) just flinch’s a lot a lot, say when you start a conversation, when you touch their shoulder ect and it’s due to a bad experience with maybe a ex or their parents with different mercs (?) like for spy it’s ex and for sniper it’s parents? (If it’s okay to ask I was wondering if the characters could be medic, engi, spy and sniper? Of course if that’s too many then sorry) make sure to drink water enough and have a good day/evening/night byeeeeeeee!!!! Requested by: @vxnom100

This can be read as gender neutral as I couldn't really fit the male part into it, although Spy uses 'beautiful' once

This man was kinda baffled when you first flinched, he had just brushed his hand across your back while walking past, he watched and felt you flinch.

Tries to brush it off as “You have such sensitive reflexes! No wonder I never need to heal you.” Though this causes him to watch you even closer now.

Is so cautious when approaching you now, as if you’d go running off when you see him. It’s weird, but also somehow respectful? In his own way…

But eventually he’ll corner you in the infirmary, making sure you know that he knows, how much he has been watching you. And that you can come to him for almost anything, once again keeping a careful eye on you.

Look, he wasn’t the kind of man to go around startling people, he didn’t even like it. So when you flinched as he lightly tapped your shoulder, he froze.

Apologizes to you every time it happens, making sure you realise it wasn’t on purpose. “Sorry there darl.” “Didn’t mean to scare ya’ there.”

He is a smart man, we know this. So quickly he started changing his tactics when it came to approaching you. Calls your name, walks, talks and even puts things down louder than normal.

Soon enough it’s very clear when it’s him coming up behind you, he makes sure of it.

He only meant to get your attention for something, opting to reach out while saying your name. Almost offended when you jerked away, not that you would notice.

“Ah… I’m sorry, beau. J'aurais dû le voir...” Being in his job for as long as he has, he understands and expects people to flinch, but when you do? It silently breaks his heart, he never expected it from you.

Does his best to comfort and assure you, this comes in words and actions.

Being noticed isn’t his strong suit and he’d rather not, but for you he calls out your name, tapping the walls and doors.

He was never the touchy type of man, but the first time you flinched when he simply said your name, it was like a punch to the gut.

Anyone could notice the shift in his voice, suddenly becoming slightly softer but loud enough for you to hear him.

Really treats you like a skittish animal, no more sudden movements, no raised voices. If you ever apologise he tells you that it isn’t your fault, “It aint your fault love, you deserved much better.”

Never pushes you to talk or anything, but he always leaves the option open to you. Leaving cups of coffee or anything else you drink, a small nod of acknowledgment when you meet his eyes. Nothing that pushes your limits.

[prettyboypistol]

Hi, first. I just want to say I love your blog! And I also wanted to request, how the mercs would react to an M!Reader with a daddy kink

TF2 Mercs Being Called "Daddy" || TF2 x M!Reader +18 MDNI

Scout

More confused than anything at first. You're no girl, after all. It weirds him out a little when you pull him to bed and call him Daddy.

It takes him a second to really understand that "oooooh this is a domination thing." and then he hops right in on the kink with gusto.

Honestly? Is more down to call you Daddy rather than you calling him that.

Pyro

Oh god, that's a weird one lol

They immediately start sweetly murmuring in your ear, gently feeling you up, and loving on you extra. It's like- they especially don't want to hurt you now that you've said that.

Is more into the caretaker role than you initially thought! Overall a wonderful experience for those looking for a soft dom!

Soldier

Doesn't like being called Daddy, prefers Sir if you're gonna be submissive.

"I'm not your sissy of a father, son! I am your superior and you will address me as such. Now, let me hear a "Sir, yessir!"

Will call you son/sonny if you're down for that, but if you're not, then just "private" is alright by his books.

Engie

Secretly has a massive daddy kink too, on the receiving end of it. As soon as you call him Daddy he's almost busted in his overalls as he stammers out excuses.

Has a bit of a kink for calling you his baby, his sunshine, and his little darling, etc. Things that make you feel smaller.

"Shh, it's alright sunshine, let Daddy take care of all them needs of yours."

Heavy

He doesn't understand at first, thinking that you have a thing for roleplayed incest. It's not the weirdest thing he's been down to fuck around with, but you're now high on the list.

Either way, he's down to clown around with you, calling you things like his little bear, his sweetness, and his little lover.

After you explain the details and intricacies of your kink, he understands it better and knows how to play the role a lot better than the first time.

Demoman(my beloved)

Laughs a little bit at first, but is absolutely down to be called Daddy.

"Looking for a shag with yer Daddy, huh? I can work with that."

Makes jokes about how he's an old man now, how his hips hurt from thrusting, and how "you young people and your libido" are gonna be the death of him. (all in good fun, of course.)

Sniper

Confusion, realization, and then the fun part- roleplay. He's one of the better daddy doms of the mercs when he's in the mood to actually give it his all.

Mostly, sex is a relief and a slow massage of tension out of him, so the intense stuff is usually once in a blue moon when he's really jealous, angry, or just pent up and needs to blow a load.

Will probably go in for a little bit of swatting on your ass as a playful joke, but if you're also into that be prepared to be tied by your wrists over his lap and spanked as you sob out for mercy.

Medic

He brings up Freud, and you cannot stop him. He asks you a million questions about how you first developed your kink, why does he exude the energy of someone you'd call Daddy, etc. (well, at least you're being open about your kinks before going to bed!)

Is totally fine with you calling him Daddy, hell, he probably gets off on it too!

I'm so sorry but he does hook you up to some medical shit and murmurs how "Daddy's going to take very good care of you." to see how your heartrate spikes.

Spy

Finally some good fucking food

He's canonically a semi-silver fox, so he loves to be called Daddy in the bedroom. To have you so submissive, so eager for him, it makes him feel 20 years younger but also 30 years wiser and more intelligent.

He like the feeling of control that comes with the title. It makes him feel like he doesn't have to be too vulnerable, only domineering and firm with you, albeit with a touch of kindness to keep you invested.

[arsonwithextrasteps]

A/N: this is the first fanfic I'm sharing out into the world so I hope you all like it! It's more general vibes then a real x Reader but it's still fun nonetheless :)

TF2 x (gn) Reader

Daily Diner Routine

You were a citizen of Teufort. Nothing special about you, you had a normal job working at a diner, you had a small house, nothing fancy, but it was home and you enjoyed the consistency of this rinse and repeat life. 

That was until things got…weird. Not just weird, just insane. These men - well most of them were men, there was this one in a gas mask who looked like an omen of something and a woman who constantly looked stressed about something. Anyways , this group of people…. Well the town hated them for one reason or another. You didn't see the big issue at the start, then they started to visit the diner after, what you assumed, was a day's work. 

You soon learned what that work was after having served them a few times and seeing their bruised bodies or the bits of blood splattered on their outfits. You'd often find yourself cleaning tables and booths around them slower, keeping an ear out as the loud Bostonian boasted about their skills or ragged on another coworker about their performance. They were mercenaries, known killers throughout the city , dangerous people who…

Well, you were confused. They all talked, laughed, joked like any other visitor to the diner, they had their own preferences to the food, what drinks they liked - you supposed this is what made them so dangerous,  they could fool anyone…or maybe that as the paranoia as you watched the Bostonian (which you've come to learn has the title of ‘scout’ thanks to how much the team said his name,) knock over his milkshake not only onto him, but the fancy looking man next to him dressed in a suit that could most definitely pay your rent for months.  

“ merde-! Scout, you idiot - do you have any idea how much this suit costs?! More than you'll ever seen in your-” 

“Hey! I brought you some paper towers and a cloth to clean up - the drink will be replaced too, since you just got it” your voice cut in before the older French man could cut into the nervous looking American any more then he had already. 

You helped clean up the table as the suited man grumbled to himself, taking off his blazer and giving it such a careful wipe down as Scout quickly got up to get a refill of his milkshake. Like a coward. 

You gathered up the empty plates and cups before looking around the table, giving a friendly smile. “ Anything else you'd like whilst I'm here?” you asked the table, notebook in hand. A few gave each other looks, a little mumble here and there for a moment before the bright eyed German doctor spoke up with an even brighter smile. 

“Ja , could we have a top up on coffee, a strawberry milkshake and two plates of pancakes with uh… Herr Sniper what did you want again- “ he muttered, staring at the man who was sitting inside with sunglasses on. The aussie gave a short, quiet reply back as the medic nodded. 

“Ja, okay - can we get the waffles with ice cream on?” 

You nodded along, writing down the order before giving a firmer nod. “Can do, is that everything?” the table all nodded. "Perfect! That'll be with you shortly” you flashed another simple smile before turning on your heels back towards the kitchen.

Yes, these were killers, strange people who were doing god knows what during the day, but right now?  They were just your weird regulars who sometimes showed up with a little too much dirt and grime on them, but they tipped well, treated you decently and well, that's all you could ask for. 

Mercs or not, you enjoyed their little routine of coming to the diner , it gave the place a little more life in your normal life, with your normal job. 

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 17: Dom Drop (Aftercare)

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Pairings: Engineer x Reader (no gender specified!)

Summary: Engie needs some reassurance after a particularly rough session with you.

Tags: Aftercare, dom drop, nothing really explicit, mentions of rough play

Word Count: 1.6k

Masterlist

You weren’t sure how long you were laying limp on the bed, face buried in a soft pillow. You barely had the strength to turn your head to the side and take in much needed breaths of fresh air. Your whole body trembled, your ass stung, and coming down from the rush of such a splendid high had left you feeling strung out and dizzy. It was almost like being hungover, but mercifully lacking the throbbing headache. You were pretty sure you had started crying at some point, but you soon lacked the energy even for that.

Only when Engie returned to the bedroom with a cool glass of water did you start to come to your senses, his soft voice coaxing you back to reality. “Come on now, you need to drink, sweetheart.

You rolled over and sat up with a groan, wincing from the aches and stings that spread through your body as the pain killing endorphins that had flooded your bloodstream mere minutes ago began to ebb away. The only thing motivating you to sit up at all was your thirst, which you were suddenly very aware of. Taking the glass, you gulped the water down like your life depended on it. The cool drink soothed your throat, strained from just how loud you had been moaning- well, more like screaming.

“Thank you,” you gasped, having drained the glass within seconds. Engie managed to take it from you moments before you collapsed against him. With a soft chuckle, he placed the glass on the nightstand before wrapping his arms around you, looking down at your downright blissed out expression. “That was…” you muttered, failing to find any fitting words. “…Wow.”

Engie chuckled, guiding you back down to lay on the bed. “Just ‘wow?’”

“I’m not good with words right now,” you said, rolling out of Engie’s embrace to press your body into the bedsheets. They were soft and cool against your skin, soothing the lingering pain.

“You’re still okay, right?” Engie asked, laying down next to you. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“It was perfect,” you mumbled, cuddling up against your partner. He pulled you in again, unwilling to keep his hands off you for long. He trailed his fingers up and down your back lazily, slowly beginning to venture lower. A sharp inhale from you made him freeze. Your ass still stung, even with the most gentle of touches.

“Damn it, I’m sorry!” Engie pulled his hand away quickly.

“It’s okay, just be careful. I’m probably going to be sore there for a while.” You gave him a reassuring smile. He didn’t seem convinced.

“You’re sure you’re alright, darlin’? I went pretty hard on you-”

“I promise. I’m okay.” You looked up at Engie, examining his expression. He looked concerned, obviously, but there was also a trace of what you could only describe as guilt. “Dell, are you alright?”

“Pardon?”

You repeated yourself. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, don’t go worryin’ about me now, sweetheart. You’re the one who-”

You were quick to cut him off. No partner of yours was going to put aside his own comfort on your watch. “It doesn’t matter if I was the one ‘taking it,’ Engie. We were both involved, so we both need to check in with each other.” Your voice softened. “Now, are you alright?”

Engineer stammered, paused for a long moment, and then finally spoke. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” you said. “Do you want to talk about it for a bit?”

There was quiet for a while, heavy with unspoken words, but you didn’t pry. Engineer would talk when he was ready, and you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. You felt him breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling a few times before he finally broke the silence.

“Being rough with you, having so much control, it was like a high.” He took another deep, shuddering breath. “And now, I don’t know. Something just feels off, I should be all happy, but…”

He trailed off, at a loss for words, not sure how to describe this feeling. Luckily, it was something you were quite familiar with.

“You’re dropping,” you said, mentally kicking yourself for not realizing it sooner. Engie nodded. That was the best way to describe it. “That’s normal. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.”

“This was all so new,” Engie said. A bit of guilt still marred his expression, but he was also looking quite relieved to know that this was a normal occurrence. “I felt bad for being so rough on you, and for enjoying it so much.”

You nodded, listening intently. “What can I do to help you through this?” you asked. There was a chance you wouldn’t be able to do anything more than stay by his side for now, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

Engineer thought for a moment before responding. “Maybe you could, I don’t know, tell me what you liked? Specifically?” His face flushed red. It would have been cute if he wasn’t obviously having such a hard time right now. “I just want to know that you enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh, where to start!” you said with a laugh, immediately lightening the mood. If he wanted to know what you enjoyed, you could go on for hours. “Well, I never knew you could be so assertive! You’re usually such a gentleman, it was nice to be ordered around for once. Oh, and you’re much stronger than I thought, just throwing me around, using me like a toy…” You shivered at the memory, a wide, wistful grin stretching across your face.

“Well, I am used to lugging around a heavy toolbox almost every day,” Engie said, shrugging. Already his voice seemed lighter, more cheery. He almost sounded proud of himself.

“What else…” you murmured, mostly to yourself. You had so thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience that it was difficult to single out specific things. Oh, but there was one moment that had been a particular favorite of yours. “Honestly, I really liked it when you spanked me. I didn’t even need to tell you to do that! Fuck, it was hot.”

Engie chuckled, giving you a knowing look. “I thought you might enjoy that.”

You had no clue how Engie had pegged you as a masochist, but he had, and now you had the subtle sting and red marks adorning your ass as a reminder. You liked to think it was because the two of you had some kind of special connection. That, or he had just paid attention to your reactions in the past, like when you would get on top and he would lose himself, clawing at your thighs to get you to go faster. You always did seem to come so much harder when he did that.

Still, he was a bit hesitant with outright spanking, his primary concern being that in the heat of the moment he may accidentally use the Gunslinger hand. That would have been very bad, and most likely would have resulted in a horribly embarrassing trip to the medbay.

“I don’t recall ever telling you I enjoyed pain,” you said. “Am I really that easy to read?”

“Well, you ain’t exactly subtle. You always moan louder when I graze my teeth along your neck”

“Oooh, maybe you can bite me next time!”

Engie gave a nervous chuckle, but his smile didn’t falter. “Maybe we’ll work our way up to that.”

“You really do make me feel so good,” you said. You were completely genuine, and you wanted to make sure he knew that. “Thank you for doing this with me, Dell.”

“Well, I aim to please,” he said, turning his head away to hide the warmth rising in his cheeks. It wasn’t very effective. He always got flustered when you used his real name.

“I see that blush!” you giggled. “I think you like it when I praise you!”

“Ah, come on, don’t tease me now,” Engie said, awkwardly trying to hide his face against the pillow.

“It’s cute! You’re adorable when you get all red like that!” You nestled against his side, watching as he blushed right down to his neck. “I’m guessing you’re feeling a bit better now?”

Engie nodded, finally turning to face you, even with his face still rosy as ever. “Very much. Thank you, darlin’.” He placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“You’re the one who agreed to do this with me, Dell. I should feel lucky to have you.” You rested your head on his chest, yawning softly. “Ready to get some sleep?”

Engie nodded, brushing a stray hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. You blinked away sleep to look up at him, smiling warmly. “I don’t know how I’m going to feel tomorrow, darlin’. I might need some more reassuring, I hope it ain’t too much of a bother.”

“Not at all,” you said, throwing your arms around him like he was an oversized teddy bear. Engie welcomed the embrace, pulling you to basically lay on top of him. You closed your eyes, feeling the texture of his flannel sleep shirt on your cheek. “You can come to me with whatever you need. Like I said, we’re in this together.”

You could feel Engie sigh. He played with your hair absentmindedly. It felt nice. He seemed better now, but you still tried to stay up, just in case he needed you. Only when his breathing evened out did you let yourself drift off, giving in to the pull of sleep, feeling rise and fall of his chest, and hearing the steady beat of his heart beneath you.

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Mercs x GN! reader who drew them (ALL NINE!)

This goes out to everyone, not just my artists.

But yes, all my fic material is extremely self-serving.

Big thank you to a dear friend of mine for helping me with mercs like Pyro, Engie, Sniper, and Medic when I got stuck.

VERY LONG POST INCOMING

Scout

• Well, he IS an artist himself, that’s probably how the two of you first started talking.

• Ran past one day, only to immediately throw it in reverse and go “hey whoa whoa whoa when were you gonna tell me you could draw?!”

•Naturally…it was only a matter of time.

•He was always so encouraging about your stuff, so…after working up the guts, you showed him.

• “Yo wait a sec…you drew me??? I…” For once in his life, he’s at a loss for words. He’s never been drawn—not even a self-portrait. For as cocky as he seems…well…

•He just…stares for a second. Marveling. Is that…really what I look like?

• “Do you like it?” “Abso-friggin-lutely, (Y/N)!!! You kiddin’? I don’t even look that beautiful in real life! And ya know, that’s sayin’ somethin!”

•You laugh, and he pulls you in so fast to hug you that you weren’t even ready. “But seriously…thank you. I’ve uh…I’ve never been drawn before. You did amazing. …you know I gotta draw you now, right?”

•And he does. He’s a complete perfectionist about it—he feels like he can’t replicate you, you’re one of a kind. (He actually does very well! But he’s so shy showing it to you…d’aww.)

Pyro

•Pyro was more of a doodler than anything. They loved color. And of course, you could resonate with that.

•Sometimes you’d draw designs and let them color it in. They giggled all the while…they just adored how creative you were.

•Being the most secretive about their appearance, they’re hard to nail down…even for you. Pyro is most themself in their full gear. You, out of everyone, know that best.

•So you took a…different approach. Abstraction.

•Their hands, the ones that so often seemed to be magnetically drawn to you.

•Their back, the strong shoulders when they just felt content to sit in the quiet with you.

•The brief glimpses you’d caught of their face—split second instances in shadows—those were easy, yet challenging. Their brief sightings made them easy to be abstract about, and yet, it made them harder to actually nail down.

•Conjuring a rather fittingly smoky composition, it had a dreamlike feel to it. Pure Pyro.

•You were only a bit hesitant to show them, but when they did see…they surprised you a bit.

•You could see them straighten up a bit…surprised. They craned their neck a bit, looking closer, gently curling their fingers over yours to hold the snapshot-like portraits with you.

• “Hmmm…” There was a sort of…tranquility to them. So unlike your little sparky fella.

• “Do you like them?” Immediately, the edge of their mask bumped against your forehead—your own personal way of kissing. That was all the answer you needed.

•They couldn’t verbalize it, but…seeing beauty in images of themself. The same beauty they saw all around them…it made them see themself in a way they never had before.

•And of course, it made them fall even deeper in love with you, the one who cared for them so much that they took the time to look so deeply.

Heavy

•Heavy is a very intelligent man, but he’s never had much gift for creative work. Even his insults were kind of just the same thing repeated, when the other mercs made it an art form.

•So he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your artistic endeavors and how much work you put into them.

•He loved to see you covered in your medium of choice, your passion for it. Made him lovesick. How lovely you were doing what you loved.

•If he could paint, he would have wanted to paint that. So he could look at it forever.

•So of course, imagine his delight when you decided to draw him!

• That roaring laugh you so enjoyed boomed immediately, just elated.

•“Ohhhh…look at that! You captured me perfectly! Beautiful!” You couldn’t help but beam with pride.

•“Can Heavy keep this?” “Of course you can, hon.” This warranted a sudden barrage of kisses to your face, which cracked you up of course.

•“Very happy to have such talented artist as yourself to love. But to me? You are most beautiful. In all the world.” Despite being more eloquent in his native language, Heavy could still get you to turn red. “Oh gosh…” “Is true!”

Demoman

•Tavish had always been a pretty sentimental fellow. He really did enjoy artwork, but didn’t talk about it much.

•Once he discovered that you were an artist, he was over the moon. Finally, he felt, he could talk to someone about art without them possibly poking fun.

•He’d never go in your sketchbook unless you allowed him to, but he always looked with such admiration in his eyes. “That’s bloody brilliant. So long as ya luv it, never stop doin’ this. Cuz I’ll never stop lookin.”

•One day, you told him you had a surprise for it. “I dunno if I like surprises…” “Oh trust me, Demo,” you chirped, “I think you’ll like this one.”

•As you held up the finished product, his mouth went agape. Almost instantly, he began to smile.

•“Well aren’t you just the sweetest!! That’s me there???” “Yes, love. I uh, I hope that you like it.” His gaze shifted over to you, and you could see his eye had grown somewhat misty.

•Demo was at a loss for words. He had never thought of himself as particularly good-looking, certainly not good enough to be drawn. And yet. You had drawn him. Drawn him very well. And he liked how he looked. Was that how you saw him?

•“Aw, Tav…you okay??” He blinked quick, trying to keep composed.“Never better…c’mere, you…”

•Wrapping his arms around you, he gave you a kiss, just about taking your breath away.

•“My little artist…ya made me look so good.” You caught him rubbing his eye a bit. “I just drew what I saw.” “Well, ya see a work of art in me. And that? That’s the best surprise of all.”

Engineer

•With how much designing went into his machines, Dell could always appreciate the skills of an artist. So when he learned that you were one, well, that only sweetened an already sweet deal.

•You were a little self-conscious at first about him watching you work. You tended to just work parallel to one another, both lost in your own stuff.

•You’d sometimes stop what you were doing to follow his hands as he put the pieces together, fingers wandering as they looked for the correct tool.

•When the inverse happened though—when Engie watched you work—he admired your spontaneity. You could start off with a total wild card and somehow managed to pull it all together and make it work, in a way he never could have come up with.

•Being rather rigid in his own trade, that was something Dell couldn’t help but be dazzled by. Very smart man for sure, but rather by-the-book. Not like you. He saw genius in the way your mind worked.

•So, one day, as the two of you perused each other’s handiwork a bit, you shyly revealed the piece you’d made of him—hard at work on an updated sentry model.

•His lips parted a little like he was about to say something, but nothing came out.

•“I know it’s a little rocky…I’m not the best at drawing machinery.” Gently, he took ahold of the sketchbook and gave it a soft tug, nonverbally asking for permission to hold it. You let him.

•As he looked closer, a warm smile crept across his face. “Well, well…wouldja look at that. That’s me alright.” He chuckled heartily, but you realized it was from admiration, not amusement.

•“Look at you, (Y/N)! Saw me all covered in dirt an’ said ‘yeah, I can make art from that’. I love it…shucks, darlin’, I can hardly get my eyes off of it.”

•He looked back at you, still all aglow, only to find you blushing to the point of near luminescence. “Aw, c’mon now honey…no need to be all shy. You’re incredible, ya know that?”

•An arm slunk around your shoulders, pulling you fast to his side, quickly pecking the top of your head. “I love it, and I love you.”

Soldier

•Soldier was a brave man, that he was confident in. But even he was self-aware enough to realize he wasn’t the sharpest.

•Anything he’d ever drawn looked like kids’ stuff, so to see what you could make? It blew his mind.

•Jane tried not to stare while you drew—you’d gotten all nervous when you’d caught him, and he was trying to be courteous—but he couldn’t deny how it captivated him.

•“Whatcha workin’ on now?” “I’m drawing those two goofs.” You motioned to the Spy and Scout bickering as they often did. “Why them, of all things?” “I just like capturing the moment sometimes.”

•One day, as you sat while he drilled the rest of the team, you started to do just that. You found it hard not to chuckle just a little as the others groaned and rolled their eyes.

•Sure, you got their annoyance, but you couldn’t help but be pulled in by Jane’s excitement and hot-bloodedness.

•“Seemed pretty lost in your work there, or I woulda asked you to join in.” A strong hand ruffling your hair snapped you out of your daze. “Capturing the moment again?”

•“Uh-huh. I think this is my best one yet.” You turned the book around to show him, and you saw his lips part slightly in surprise before he suddenly laughed. “Haha! Look at that! It’s me!”

•You laughed with him, just happy to see him so tickled by it. “I think I really captured you.” “I’d say so, kid! I’d say so…wow.” The amusement gave way to what you realized was…almost awe.

•“I look…strong. Proud.” “Yep.” “…I look good.” “Of course you do.” He nudged his helmet down a bit with his hand, chuckling to himself. From what little bit of his face you saw…was he blushing?

•Imitating him playfully—it was something you two tended to do, he found it cute—you joked, in your best impression of him, “‘Are you going soft on me, maggot??? You’re red as a tomato!’” “Noooo…oh, (Y/N), what am I gonna do with you?”

•He caught the side of your face softly and pecked you on the cheek. “But…really. Thank you, sweetheart. I think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever made.”

Sniper

•Truthfully, Mick had never given a lot of thought to the arts before he’d met you. What really caught his eye was the amount of time you put into it.

•Sniper knew better than anyone that holding still, completely focused on your task, being all but absorbed in it…that was respectable.

•The fact that he could leave for work and come back to find you in the same spot? It was just very attractive to him.

•You stopped by to watch him sometimes, very discreetly, on less busy days, although he wouldn’t lie, it got him nervous. He trusted in his own skills plenty, but…you weren’t just anyone. He couldn’t have you getting hurt.

•So one day, as he finally wrapped up, he saw you, still hard at work. He didn’t want to interrupt you, but if it was time to go, he wanted to go. Giving you a light pat on the shoulder, he chuckled. “Almost done there, darlin? Quittin’ time.”

•“Just a bit more…there. Perfect. Check it out.” You held up what you’d been working on: a full sketch of him invested in his own work.

•It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but once he did, he couldn’t help but be amazed. Slightly slack-jawed, he looked up at you, the faintest trace of a smile.

•“Never considered myself the modelin’ type, ‘specially not out here, but…wow. Ya really did it. And I look bloody good, too!” “Well duh!” “Oh, stop—” Oh, that got him. The Aussie was surprisingly easy to fluster once he’d fully grown comfortable, and you loved it.

•“Awww, are you blushing?” “Just a little…now c’mon.” Taking your hand, he helped you up, quickly hugging you around the shoulders, catching you somewhat off-guard.

•“But really. Great job there. Thanks…it’s an honor, ya know that? To be drawn by you?” “Gosh—” “Heh, now you’re the one goin’ all red.” “Oh, stop—”

Medic

•The good(?) doctor first learned of your artistic prowess when he caught you trying to draw the charts he had on his wall. “Ooh! Very impressive.”

•Medic could do a lot of things, but drawing wasn’t really one of them. He couldn’t resist watching you work, even though he knew it was a bit touchy.

•“Poetry in motion, Liebe. Really.” Simp. “Oh, come on—” “I mean it! You have such precision, such grace…it’s a sight to behold!”

•So of course, when you were working on something that you absolutely would not let him look at, he wanted to see even more.

•“I promise that whatever it is, I will find it as beautiful as you!” “It’s not that, silly—it’s supposed to be a surprise!” He seemed almost sulky about it…it was kind of cute, although you did feel a bit bad.

•Eventually though, it was done—him, with Archimedes on his shoulder. “Okay, honey, you can look now.”

•One hand comes up over his mouth, audibly gasping. “Is that…? It is!!! Haha!”

•You had never seen him this happy, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, (Y/N)! Look at that…and Archimedes too!”

•Perhaps unsurprisingly, he brings the bird out to show him too. It’s hard to gauge the response from a dove, but the tranquil cooing seems to suggest that he enjoys it.

•The doctor catches you off-guard as he sweeps you into a kiss. “Oh…danke, Schatz (treasure). May I keep this?” “Of course~”

•Best believe this man is showing your art off to EVERYONE who he treats, going on and on about what an incredible artist and person you are.

Spy

•This guy is a man of culture, he can appreciate good art. And good artists, wink.

•But in all seriousness, your attention to detail was incredibly attractive to him. After you’d been together for a while, the two of you would sit in his smoking room and relax together once the work day was over.

•Sometimes he’d be off to the side just doing his own thing, reading, but other times he’d actually sit beside you and watch. There was an intimacy to it, one you took time to grow fully comfortable with, but he was patient.

•So when you were very secretive one night, it caught his attention. Nothing slipped past him—not even you. You sensed him behind you surprisingly quickly though, and quickly closed the project up.

•“Shy tonight, are we? So unlike you, mon bijou (my jewel)…” “Hehe…be patient, babe, it’s not done yet.”

•His arms wrapped around you from behind briefly…gosh, it was difficult to keep anything secret from this man. “Very well. Keep your secrets…for now.”

•But he respected that you didn’t want him to see it just yet, and so he waited.

•“…Okay, you can look now.” In an instant, he was behind you again. It was hard to even look up at the guy right now, but once you did…there was this sense of wonder in his face that you hadn’t seen before.

•It wasn’t often that Spy looked at himself unmasked for longer than a few seconds—he’d almost forgotten his own face by now. For spies, he reasoned, it was better that way. But the way you had captured every detail of him…

•“Oh, what a handsome devil…wonder who that could be…” Was he trying to brush off his own flustering? Maybe a little.

•You couldn’t help but giggle as he almost hurriedly sat down next to you, quickly drawing you in close as he continued to look. Almost entranced.

•That element of intimacy I mentioned before? It was his turn to feel it now. Not even in a physical way, which is what this Casanova is so used to.

•No, the fact that you had clearly just…looked at his face, so intently. There was something raw and vulnerable to it. And as much as he wanted to look at it even more, his eyes were magnetically drawn to you.

•“I wouldn’t have ever asked it of you, but…I always wondered what it would look like if you drew me. I…”

•Glancing back down, he found that he couldn’t even come up with anything to say. The act of love had rendered him speechless. YOU BROKE HIM OH MY GOSH/j

•“…Do you like it?” Before you could say anything else, you were swiftly kissed, and I mean kissed.

•Spy always looked at you with a sort of passion, but this was different. He had never felt so much love for someone. Felt like a young, hopeless romantic boy all over again.

•“I adore it…and most of all, I adore you, mon cœur (my heart).”

AAAAND IM DONE. WHEW. That was fun!