#engie x reader

[miintsprigz]

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!

[prettyboypistol]

How the Mercs Like to be Topped || TF2 x M!Reader +18

You see that 18+ and read more tab so minors fuck off

Scout

If you can actually convince him to bottom, he LOVES to be babied

"Good boy, Jeremy." "Oh come on darling, breathe for me?" are his FAVORITE

Caress him, kiss him, love on him!!! Scout loves the gentle touches and reassurances. You know he's always a little worried about bottoming, so you alwasy being there for him greatly eases his worries.

Yeah he'd like you to be a little rough and manhandle him, but you know he's far too flighty to handle a rougher touch. The most you'll do is pull his hair and push him deep into the mattress.

Soldier

Same hesitantcy as Scout, sees it as "unmanly" to bottom. (brother you are dating another MAN). But unlike Scout, Soldier loves to be ordered around in roleplay.

His favorite is commander/private with you acting as a drill sergent. Replace spanking with pushups!

Prefers no penetration but is open to blowing you/touching you/grinding

Isn't opposed to being hit with his crop but y'all haven't gotten there yet.

Pyro

Pyro likes to be on the bottom most of the time, but the dynamic you two have is that you must be blindfolded to not see them without their suit.

You two are actually really conversational about your sex life and open about each other's boundaries. Pyro likes to be topped and cared for, but they are massively uncomfortable being seen.

They love to be praised and gently guided as they worship your body. Pyro guides your hands to their hips as they ride you, from the noises they make, you know they're wearing the mask.

Bro this mf gives the most IMMACULATE head you're convinced under the mask is a tentacle mouth.

Demoman

Y'all do a coin flip to determine who tops lmao

The dynamic doesn't really change much between topping/bottoming unless you guys plan it beforehand to be kinky and even then the kink is just like, mild bdsm

He loves how playful and nonserious you are during sex, it puts him at ease. Tavish doesn't think sex should be all that serious, it should be fun!

Doesn't mind a bit of roughness around the edges, especially when you grab him by his face and demand he looks at you when you two are kinky. Instant bust.

Engie

Just a matter of personal preference- he likes to top more than bottom, but he isn't completely opposed to bottoming once in a blue moon.

He'll never admit it, but Dell loves when you "seduce" him in his workshop when he's working, especially since nobody comes around to hear how loud he gets.

Dell likes when you tease him a bit for being so loud! Call that cowboy a whore!!!

Secretly enjoys the shame of being filled up with cum and having made a mess of himself.

Heavy

He didn't think he'd like it at first, but the feeling of you spreading his legs and filling him up was fucking amazing.

Mikhail loves when you bite/mark him up! He can take the roughness of haphazard thrusting and god he loves it when you lose yourself inside him.

Watching you try to dominate him is adorably hot to him. That isn't to say that he thinks less of you, but the situational cuteness of a man smaller than him actual all macho-

Although, seeing you so serious and dominant is rather sexy. Heavy had always liked the serious types in bed.

Medic

Medic is so down to let you top, especially when he's feeling rather fiendish and coy. Sometimes he wants to be pushed against against a wall and taken as he playfully resists is just what he needs to destress.

Ludwig is so fucking down HORRENDOUS for you beating him the hell up during sex. Slap his face. Tie his hands up. Edge him and drive him insane.

If you're not feelings rough that night, Ludwig also enjoys the loving and languid sex that just takes joy in your company.

choke this bitch. do it.

Spy

Yeah he's a vers, but the vulnerability of letting you domtop would be too much for him. If he bottoms for you, you're the one begging for him.

Watching you hungerly look over him, seeing the lust in your eyes turns him on more than he can describe.

Handcuffs are a favorite of his, especially when you struggle against them to beg to touch his hips as he rides you.

Secretly fucks himself to fantasies of you ravaging him and ruining his pretty and put together facade.

Sniper

Whatever gets his rocks off the best is what he's down for.

When you fuck him, expect your back to be marred with scratches and your shoulders riddled with bite marks and hickeys.

Mundy is suprisingly whiny after a good while, eventually breaking to growl and whimper for you to "just get on with it, you fucking tease!"

Likes to go multiple rounds and has the biggest libido out of all the mercs. He's a self-aware needy man and will give every alleyway and storage room a once over when you two are walking together.

[2frosty4you]

Hello! I wanted to ask if you would do the Mercs w a gender neutral reader who finds a stray animal (like a dog or cat) that somehow wandered into their base and BEGGING the Mercs to keep it. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too many, then just Scout, Spy, and Engie please! Thank you! ♡

Convincing them to keep a stray animal [Headcanons]

| Scout, Spy, Engie x GN!reader | 334 words | | masterlist | request-box |

Couldn't feel up to writing all 9 so these three as you wanted anon :) Tysm to my gf for her stamp of her approval ╔═════════════════╗

Scout:

The moment you show him the dog he wants it

No convincing needed, he's always wanted a dog

Now both of you have to convince Engineer and Medic to keep it.

Which was easy

This dog is going to be spoiled by you and scout

He goes on his morning runs with it

Instead of a collar it has a bandana wrapped around its neck

He tried to name it bonk and you immediately declined and threatened to lock him out of the base

Engineer:

When you found a small, skinny brown cat hidden behind a few crates you were in love.

Taking it to engineer quickly and begging to keep it, he looks uneasy (cat could have fleas, or ringworm and you're here touching it)

You and the cat convince him quickly, you with your puppy eyes and the cat with its.. uh cat qualities.

Medic gave it a small look over, it doesn't have fleas or ringworm.

He doesn't want it inside his workroom in case it gets too close to the machinery.

He'll sneak the cat some food when he's cooking meats.

Spy

"non"

You did not even SHOW him the cat and he was saying no.

You found a skinny black cat on the battlefield, took it and ran straight to spy to show him.

He doesn't want a feline shedding fur onto his suits, furniture or himself.

You keep the cat either way

The cat is very laid back, an older feline who just enjoys being in the sun.

He'll like the cat one day, but not early on.

The cat loves him though, always wants to be inside of his smoking room and wanting to lay in-front of the fireplace.

He'll buy it expensive cat food, if its going to stay in his smoking room it won't be eating cheap, disgusting smelling cat food

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Posted 5.03.2024

[twistedgameswewrite]

The Mercs with Energetic s/o Headcanon, please? :)

𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚂/𝙾 PT.1

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Request? [yes] [no] Notes||𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝙵𝟸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. Synopsis|| Tf2 character x energetic reader headcanons Warnings||𝚂𝙵𝚆-♡|𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵-❀|𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂-✰|| Word Count||400

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Lord have mercy on this group of mercenaries....

Everyday with you two the teams thinks you had a 6 pack of bonk EACH at all times

On the low-key kinda scared of you if you're the really loud energetic even though he cant talk since hes the chatty energetic

You both talk each others ear off

You two spend most of your time harassing and pranking the other mercs, if not that then usually eachother

At least the other mercs are thankful you two are harassing each other and chasing one another around the base instead of scout annoying them until they do

This usually results in you both passing out on the community couch with you both draped across eachother haphazardly

At

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Someone as

Hes bestfriends with soldier ffs and is use to Demo's drunkenness and Scouts+Pyros antics so yea, I'm pretty sure he can handle you

This southern gentleman usually always laid back but he adores you cute little antics while he sits back and watches

Tbh he would say some say some country ass shit like "Ya more hopped up than horse on sugar!" which inevitable ends up with you and the nickname "sugarcube~" (but its cute and even sweeter than the nickname itself)

He has a little area in his workshop that has a cot for when he use to pass out and couldn't make it to your room for when you eventually tucker yourself out

ᴅᴇᴍᴏᴍᴀɴ---------------

You two get up to some WEIRD ass antics together

Plus add +alcohol to the equation which makes you two an ungodly force to be recon with

At first he would offer a sip of his scrumpy which is normal until you both wake up passed out

You two would make up face down on the roof top with Demos wrist broken and you with a cut on your forehead and the team huddled in the corner TERRIFIED and pointing an un(reasonable) amount of guns at you two

You both wake up with splitting headaches but hes perfected the perfect cure for hangover and some pretty tender "aftercare" until the next time you have your energy up and hes ready to get drunk off his ass again

Well...atleast you two have your fun <3

Woooo i havent wrote in a while but it was worth it Thx for reading, see ya˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 7: Mechanical Intervention (Overstimulation)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Engineer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Engie keeps going to bed late in the night and decided to make sure you don’t feel neglected.

Tags: Overstimulation, inappropriate use of the Gunslinger, vibrators

Word Count: 2.7k

The Masterlist

The oversized shirt you wore to bed was far more important to you than most would think. Having once belonged to Dell, you had ‘borrowed’ it from his half of the dresser one night when you happened to forget to do your laundry. Now it was an item of comfort for you. It made you feel like he was here with you, even though the two of you had been apart for so long.

You rolled your eyes, realizing for a moment how melodramatic you were being. It wasn’t like Engie had gone off to war. In fact, he was literally under the same roof as you, just a few rooms away in his workshop. However he had been holed up in there for so many nights now, working tirelessly on his sentries and dispensers, writing calculation after calculation, all of which you had no hope of understanding. To put it frankly, you missed him.

With a sigh, you opened the door of your shared room, glancing down the hall towards the workshop. You could see the light shining from under the crack in the door, indicating that he was still hard at work. You began to walk towards that light, unsure of what your goal was exactly. It wasn’t likely, but maybe you could convince him to turn in early for once. At the very least, it would be nice to pay him a visit.

You opened the door to the workshop slowly, finding Engie sitting in a chair, hunched over some blueprints with a half disassembled sentry at his side. It was a position you had found him in many times before. It was a wonder how his back wasn’t in constant pain. You walked up behind him, not realizing how quiet you had been until you wrapped your arms around Engie’s shoulders, only for him to jump before realizing that it was just you.

“Good lord, darlin,’ don’t sneak up on me like that!” he said, holding a hand to his chest. Engie was always weary about being approached from behind, especially with how often he was the victim of spies on the battlefield. That fact had apparently slipped your mind.

“Sorry,” you sighed, nestling your face against his shoulder. “I didn't mean to startle you.”

“What’s wrong?” Engie asked, noticing the twinge of sadness in your voice. “Aren’t you usually in bed by now?”

You held onto him tighter, biting your lip. Eventually, you decided not to hesitate and simply come out with it. “Come back to bed.” You could tell by the sigh you got in response that you weren’t going to get the answer you were hoping for.

“I’m sorry darlin.’ You know I have to get my work done first.”

You walked around to face Engie, giving the best damn puppy dog eyes you could muster. You weren’t too proud to beg. “Please, Dell?”

His eyes lit up at the use of his real name, softening as he reached out and pulled you close. “Oh honey, I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” he asked. You nodded, letting yourself be pulled into Engie’s lap. “You sweet thing.”

He leaned in to kiss you. You eagerly reciprocated, desperate for the sensation of his lips against yours. It was more than the two of you had shared in at least a week, and you were practically starved for it. You tugged incessantly at his shirt, a silent plea for more. When you parted for breath you pressed your face into his shoulder again, muffling a needy whine.

“Now, I might not be able to come back to bed just yet, but I know the perfect way to make it up to you,” Engie said, pulling at the waistband of your pajama bottoms. You quickly stood and removed them yourself, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and a loose fitting shirt. Before you could take off anything else you were pulled back into Engie’s lap. “You look cute like that, you know?” he said. “In nothing but my shirt and your panties, just lovely.”

You blushed, but gave him a confused look. “Well, the shirt can stay, but doesn’t the underwear kinda have to come off eventually?”

“Not necessarily,” Engie said with a hint of mischievousness in his voice. His gloved hand ran up your thigh, and you let out a soft sigh. His other hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you steady and secure on his lap. Your body was already beginning to heat up as he reached your hip, caressing you gently and making you whimper. Usually such a small gesture wouldn’t get a reaction out of you, but it had been so long.

It felt like an eternity before he finally moved to run his fingers over your clothed slit. “Oh fuck,” you murmured as the fabric slowly began to dampen. You leaned your head on Engie’s shoulder, eyes rolling.

“That’s it, just relax and enjoy yourself,” Engie whispered into your ear, placing soft kisses on your jawline and trailing down to your neck. You moaned softly, unable to resist the urge to roll your hips as his fingers found your clit. How were you already so close? You must have been really pent up. “Are you close already, sweetheart?” Engie asked, seeing how you were squirming in his lap.

“I think so,” you stammered, gripping Engie’s shirt as you tried to hold back. “Fuck, it just feels so good.”

“You poor, sweet thing,” he crooned. “Laying all by your lonesome for so long. I’ll bet you haven’t even touched yourself in the past week.”

He wasn’t wrong. Most of the time you just went to sleep, hoping you would get some attention the next day. It wasn’t that you didn’t have the desire or the means to get yourself off, you just wanted to let your need build. You knew that the more it built the more rewarding it would be when Engie finally made time for you, and in a way, you were now getting exactly what you had been craving.

“How about you just go on and come for me?” he said, smirking as he circled your clit with his fingers. “I know you want to, and I wanna see it. I don’t want you to hold back.”

The idea that Engie was eager to see you come coupled with the pressure of his fingers was enough to push you over the edge. You called out his name in broken syllables, gripping onto him tightly as you rode out your orgasm.

“Ah ah, keep those pretty eyes open,” he said. You hadn't even realized you had been squeezing your eyes shut until he pointed it out. “I want you to look at me, honey.” You groaned, opening your eyes with some struggle. The look of admiration on Engie’s face immediately made the effort worth it.

You were breathless, panting as he held you in his arms. Your face was flushed down to your neck and the fabric of your underwear was slick with your release. You looked like a proper wreck, yet you couldn’t be happier, especially since Engie hadn’t stopped showering you with kisses since you came down from your high.

“So pretty,” he sighed. “I want to see more. You can come again for me, right sweetheart?”

Oh, you liked the sound of that. You gave him a nod and a breathless, “I think so.” You lifted your head from his shoulder, pressing your lips to his in a surprisingly chaste kiss. “Just be gentle. I’m still sensitive.”

“Of course. Here, let’s get these out of the way.” He pulled your underwear down your legs, letting them drop to the floor. You spread your legs wider, watching as Engie removed his glove, revealing his prosthetic hand.

The Gunslinger had always fascinated you. In fact your inquiries about that marvel of craftsmanship was what had initially drawn you and Engie together. The metal glinted in the yellow glow of the workshop’s lights, highlighting every miniscule detail.

When those mechanical fingers ran over your thigh, you were pleasantly surprised to find that they weren’t cold at all. You had no idea how, but despite being made of metal, the Gunslinger always seemed to match an average human’s body temperature. Sometimes it could even be a bit warmer, which was quite comforting if you wanted some extra heat on an especially cold night. You whimpered as his fingers dipped between your thighs, slowly pressing into you.

Engie watched your face, checking for any sign that you were uncomfortable, that it was too much. When he saw none he continued, sliding his fingers into you to the last knuckle. That earned some louder sounds from you, especially when he began thrusting his digits in and out. You were lucky that no one but Engie came to this part of the base during this time of night. Anyone who overheard you would have immediately known exactly what was going on within the workshop.

“I love those noises of yours. I wonder how loud you can get?” he mused, watching your expression melt into one of ecstasy. Then those fingers curled inside you, striking that sensitive bundle of nerves that was guaranteed to have you moaning. And you most certainly did moan, bucking against his fingers with a harsh cry. However your sounds only reached their peak when Engie paired the curling of his fingers with the stroking of his thumb over your clit.

Your thighs shook as you came again, arching back as your fingers dug into Engie’s leg. You would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t for his free arm being wrapped firmly around you, keeping you seated safely on his lap. “God damn, that was intense,” Engie chuckled. “I must be doing a good job!”

“Don’t tease me,” you gasped, still trying to catch your breath as your orgasm subsided.

“I would never, darlin.’ But I can’t deny that you're boosting my ego a bit, and I appreciate that.” He waited for you to come down fully, your breathing evening out and your trembling beginning to subside before he continued. “Now, there was one more thing I wanted to show you, if you’re up for it. You see that button at the base of the Gunslinger?” You nodded, following his gaze and immediately spotting the red button where metal met flesh. You were pretty sure it had always been there. It never even occurred to you to ask what its purpose was. “How about you go ahead and press it,” he suggested.

That was all the temptation you needed. Nervously, you reached out and pressed the button, only to let out a startled gasp when the metal appendage started vibrating. “Holy shit,” was all you managed to say in response, making Engie laugh.

“Yeah, that was about the reaction I expected,” he said. “I’ve been working on this in my free time. It was originally gonna be a Valentine's Day gift, but I just couldn’t wait to show it off.”

You were both impressed and baffled. “Are you telling me this is what you’ve been doing in this workshop these past several nights?”

“Not entirely,” Engie said. “Like I said, it was just a pet project.”

You sighed, knowing that you were still recovering from your second orgasm. A third would be a difficult feat, but you couldn’t deny your own curiosity. Where else would you find a man who would literally program his own hand for your pleasure? Plus, you liked the idea of a challenge. “Well, how about we take this little innovation for a test drive?” you asked, giving Engie a seductive look.

He mirrored your expression. “I was hoping you would say that, sweetheart.”

Engie took everything much slower this time, only circling around your clit. Any direct stimulation would surely overwhelm you, and he didn’t want that, at least not yet. Still, you immediately started trembling, not at all prepared for the intensity of the vibrations. That’s not to say it didn’t feel quite nice though. You bit your lip, stifling any moans that tried to escape.

“Don’t start holding back on me now, honey,” Engie said the moment he noticed you were trying to keep quiet. “I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He began kissing your neck, rubbing firmer circles until your muffled whimpers turned into full on moans once again.

His fingers slipped into you, offering a whole new range of intensity as they curled and thrust against your most sensitive spots. You rocked shamelessly against his palm, forcing his fingers deeper. It was exhausting yet so immensely pleasurable. You bucked and he worked his fingers, both of you ever so gradually working towards a third orgasm.

When you finally did come it happened rather suddenly, starting as a small building of pleasure that quickly escalated until your thighs were quivering and your back was arching. The sound you made when you climaxed was more akin to a sob than a moan.

“Good girl. There’s even more where that came from,” Engie said, not even pulling his fingers out. The implication was clear.

“Dell, I don’t know if I can,” you whimpered.

“Just one more time for me, darlin’,” Engie said between soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “I know you can do it.” His words and his touch were paradoxically comforting and overwhelming. Still, you were effectively tempted to try, signaling your willingness with a shaky nod. Even so, you couldn’t stifle your rather harsh reaction to the feeling of the vibrations becoming stronger.

“Dell! Oh fuck!” Your body sizzled, every sensation feeling like electricity on your skin. If your mind had been clearer you would have been astounded at the effort it must have taken to add not only a vibration function to the Gunslinger, but also multiple settings for said vibrations. However your mind was anything but clear. Engie may have been speaking to you, perhaps crooning words of praise, talking about how much he enjoyed your sensitive body, or how helplessly adorable you looked when you squirmed in his lap. Whatever it was, it all faded into the background as your other senses began to take over.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure became overwhelming, almost unbearable. It was a constant barrage of touches, moans, and trembling bodies. There was barely any buildup to the fourth and final orgasm, only an unwavering sensation and a sudden, shaking, screaming climax that seemed to hit you out of nowhere, leaving your body as an over sensitive wreck, squirming and reaching for anything to ground yourself.

That thing you were reaching for ended up being Engie himself. You clutched onto him for dear life even long after the aftershocks had faded, still shaking, face red and hot from a few tears that managed to escape. “I’ve got you, darlin,’” Engie whispered, keeping you steady even as your body trembled beneath his touch. The last thing he wanted was you falling off his lap. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Slowly, your body stopped shivering and your death grip on Engie’s shoulders finally loosened, leaving you to go limp in his arms. Your tears dried and your heart rate dropped, the rush of adrenaline fading until all you were left with was blissful relaxation.

“I’m guessing that you’re more than satisfied now, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Engie asked, allowing himself a smug look once he was sure you had recovered enough. “Did I manage to make up for all the nights that I missed?”

You let out a weak laugh. “God, you definitely did. I just hope you don't expect me to go back to bed. There’s no way I’m going to be able to walk back to our room after that.”

Engie chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Of course not, honey. Just relax here.” His hand rubbed up and down your back, a soothing and welcome sensation to your still quite sensitive body. “Just close your eyes. If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you back to bed, alright?”

“And you’ll stay, right?” you asked, looking up at him hopefully. He gave you a soft smile, brushing your hair out of your face and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Of course darlin.’ I’ll stay.”

[junkratswifey]

Hello! Hopefully I'm not too late for the ask thing- I hope you don't mind headcanon stuff cause I've had an idea boggling around my head for a bit: What S/O would need to do to have the mercs like- happy crying, angry crying, sad crying etc. You can make it angsty or as wholesome as you want. (Hopefully I worded my ask right ^^') Oh, and gender neutral please. :)

OH MY DAYS. YES MA'AM, SIR, AND NON-BINARY FRIEND.

Contains: Happy tears (I can't write angst to save my life), Demo, Soldier, Scout, Sniper, Engie

💣Demoman💕

I find that when sober, you could just hug him and he'd melt.

But when he's drunk, he will be crying.

Like y'all could be having a conversation, just hug him, and he'd be like

"QUIT DOIN THAT, YOU ALREADY MAKE ME WANT TA FOCKIN CRY CUZ A HOW GREAT YE ARE"

Any sort of affection when he's drunk works 💕

🪖Soldier🫡

He tries not to cry, because he probably thinks he's not allowed.

But when you softly tell him you love him and then show any sort of affection, he's quite literally sobbing.

"THANK YOU CADET, I LOVE YOU TOO. (sobs)"

Please treat him well, he is so soft 😭

⚾Scout🏃🏻

You know when you stretch, sometimes you'll groan from comfort? And y'know how some people do that when they hug their partner?

He cries every time you do that.

He likes to know that you're comfy, especially in his arms.

"Are you cozy?"

"Mmm, yeah"

"😭"

Big softie, give him hugs 💕

🇦🇺Sniper🦘

He sometimes struggles with picking up on romantic qualities. He doesn't mean to, he just isn't used to it.

I likes when you give him small kisses on his cheek, and when you fall asleep on him/in his arms.

I imagine one time you dozed off in his lap, and you woke up to him sniffling and rubbing his eyes.

"Snipes are you okay?"

"(sniffle) Yea—Yea, mate, I'm alright."

🧰Engie🤠

Engie is a very loving significant other.

He treats you well and makes sure you get lots of attention.

Sometimes he might let you help out in his little workshop.

If you ever work on something yourself, and you do that hot thing where your sleeves are rolled up and you wipe the sweat off your forehead, he is BAWLING.

"Engie! Are you okay???"

"Y-yeah-I just—(sobs)"

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS 😭😭😭

[lunchbox-for-gays]

May I request some Engineer nsfw please? as you mentioned wanting to write more of that in your post {I've never sent a request before, and it shows}

WOOO TIME TO FUCK MEN (ENGINEER)

Good length and beautifully thick, but unfortunately doesn't like to show himself off

Actually very shy about his body, he loves himself but letting people see what's under those layers is intimidating...

Doesn't get off, like at all. He actually doesn't like touching himself and would rather actually have sex than imagining such

Loves lingerie, doesn't matter if it's on someone else or him, he loves how charming yet simple it can get

Doesn't tend to remember to remove his gloves or goggles, you'll have to remind him to take them off even to go to bed some days

With being both busy 24/7 and sleep deprived, he doesn't get around to too much sex, but he's happy to let you touch him while he works

Don't expect him to give in easily! Whisper filthy words and ideas of what you could do to him, touch his chest and pull up his shirt a bit. Soon he's going to want some action

Will happily fuck in his workshop, but always wants the doors locked so nobody can access a dirty little secret

Vanilla, with a love for exploring new things, he just has a personal want for average things. You most definitely will change that if you have more kinky desires...

Like I said, loves to explore, even if he's pretty sure he won't like it, he's up for a least a few sessions of whatever you have in mind

Actually loves being edged during work hours, let him know what you have planned for later, and make him wait patiently for it too

Isn't super loud, but he mostly holds back on noises. If you ask nicely he will moan like a virgin getting head for the first time

Speaking of head, he can give some pretty good oral. It's not like he's actually practiced but it comes from his heart, he wants everything to feel great

Squirms when you give him oral, it's just so new to him...

His thighs are hairy, and so is most of his lower chest. Has a nice and dark happy trail, but most of his pubes and other such hairs are brown

Oh boy is his prostate sensitive, but he can hold off for quite a while.

Can go multiple rounds, and loves when he doesn't even have to take a break between them

Has a few toys, more for experimenting. he will let you watch him ride a dildo if you don't feel like actually having full on sexy time and just want to masturbate together

Doesn't cum much, but after the first round, he'll cum a bit more the second time

Really wants to be tied up, gagged, and helpless with you doing exactly what you want. It's rare he actually ponders on it but I popped up one day and stuck with him

[i-luv-sweets]

|My hat is better| Engie x reader

(IM DEAD! IM DEAD! Im- oh wait im alive? Well I guess i’m alive. Hope yall know the saying wear the hat ride the cowbo-)

Rummaging through your closet you searched for something suitable to wear. Dell was taking you out on a bar date to celebrate your dating anniversary. The warm fluttering feeling of your heart moved in your chest. It was as if you could see the nervous and blushing texan asking you out for the first time. A small giggle escaped your throat at the memory. Seeing as it was a bar that you were going to, you settled with some jeans and a shirt. After brushing your hair you felt two arms snaking around your waist. “Ya look beautiful darlin.” Engie mumbled with his face buried in your shoulder. “Well you look very handsome yourself Dell.” You mentioned placing your hands on top of his and turning around. He was wearing a red shirt with a brown vest and a cowboy hat.  “You’re going full cowboy on this date?” You jested with a teasing tone. He chuckled and shrugged walking you out of your home. “Why not? It was this cowboy who swept you off yer feet.” A gentle kiss on your cheek was felt before you entered the car. The bar was decorated and themed texas. The colorful lights were focused on the band that was playing in the bar. The soft chatter of customers and service workers were heard as well. Along with the cheering of some people who were chugging drinks. Dell lead you to a counter seat and the both of you ordered your drinks and snacks. “How’s your team by the way? You’re on break right?” You asked with curiosity. The texan took a sip of his drink and hmmed. “Well they’re visiting their homes. Ah’m not sure how long our break will last though. There was ah bread problem with the base.” Raising a brow you gave him a quirky smile with a raised brow. “A bread problem? Something like, too much bread? Or not enough?” He rubbed the back of his neck and moved his other hand in a sort of motion. “Ah would say it was a bit too much. But ah reckon it will be fixed soon.” Your face fell a bit at the mention. Though you and engie were dating, you didn’t see each other as often as you had hoped for. Dell didn’t fail to see your expression and read into it. He scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your body. “Ah know ah’m gone fer a long tahim. Ah’ll try ta convince my boss to let ya visit on ceasefires.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed. “Will they let you though? Isn’t that against the rules?” He chuckled and pet your hair gingerly. “They kinda need mah help. So no worries Y/N.” With that the mood lifted once more and you both chatted happily together. However Engie excused himself from you to use the bathroom.  Waiting for Dell to return you sipped your drink slowly and looked at your feet. A soft weight was then placed onto your head. Looking up it was a black cowboy hat. Turning to whoever placed it on your head it was a stranger with a grin. You waved shyly at the man. “A girl like you should have a hat on yer head at this place.” Tilting your head you shrugged and thanked him awkwardly.  “Want your hat back sir?” He shook his head and leaned his body against the counter. “Nah ah think it looks better on you.” He said with a wink. Before you could say you already had a boyfriend, the hat you were wearing was hit onto the ground and was replaced with another. “Sorry there partner, this gal is taken.” You heard your boyfriend say through a smile and gritted teeth. The man put his hands in the air and grabbed his hat. “Alright man, I was just leavin anyways.” He said walking away and disappearing into the crowd. Tilting your head you turned to your boyfriend. “What was that about?” You questioned before Dell pushed the hat down onto your face playfully. “It’s just a thing between cowboys. He was basically trying ta claim ya as his girl.” The sentence nearly made you choke on air at the sudden information. “Well that’s news, his hat wasn’t that bad to be honest. It was fluffy on the insi-Ack!” Once you lifted the hat back up to your head, Dell pushed it down to your face with a chuckle. “Well mahine is better.”

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Yknow what?

Yandere Engie Headcannons

Tw: Kidnapping, condescension, victim blaming, not babying not mansplaining but a secret somehow just as bad thing, attempted kissing w/o consent

•He would plan long and hard about how to get you home: in the end he decides the best thing for the two of you is a road trip.

•He gets you all cozy for this trip, plenty of food, good music, a cozy mattress put in the back of his van. You think this is just gonna be a little vacation between two friends.

But you’re dead wrong.

•It all seems normal until you go to leave his house to grab your stuff out of the car and find Engie has some Uber complex lock on his door.

•When you ask him about it from his spot on the couch he tells you not to worry about it. It’s not really your concern anymore.

•Asking him to elaborate on this will only make him sit you down and explain it to you, almost tediously what it’s there to do.

•This behavior is totally out of left field so it’s easy to take it as a joke-

Of course it’s a joke why wouldn’t it be? Then again- what reason does he have?

•Oh but it’s just as soon as y’all sit on the couch and he tries to kiss you, you push away. Jokes can be taken too far! So you tell him. Then he just laughs at you.

•He’s far smarter than you, likely much stronger. And a hell of a lot more liked among those with power. There’s more chances to survive a nuke than there is getting away from him and he lets you know.

•As far as he’s concerned you’ve only got two ways to sink, surrender or force.

•Sureender has you living your best life, just with Engie at your hip this time. Nothing lost but your singles status!

•Sinking is much more painful, a brutal. Slow twist. One where he keeps you in a room, talking slowly while walking circles around you. Telling you about all the signs your little mind didn’t latch onto. How it’s your fault you got here. That you should know better than to go runnin off with someone whose barely told you about his family.

•All in all- Dell is going to have you. There’s no way to run. Or hide, or pray for anyone. And really there’s no need. It’s life as usual unless you slip up and start oggling someone else.

[redmarqar]

Can i... Can i kiss engineer on the cheek?

sure thing dear!

oh no! counterattack!

[crabonfire]

☆ Would merc still like you if merasmus turned you into a worm 🪱 ☆

characters: all mercs

tags: crack but not really I'm taking it kinda seriously, reader has a platonic relationship with the mercs

note: maybe someone's done this before idk I felt compelled to write something tf2 related and this is lowkey all I fucking got lmao

Also this is ridiculously long for a fic that was supposed to be crack so my bad (this was longer actually, but I cut out a bunch of yapping)

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• I feel like Scout's first reaction instead of panicking is to curse and threaten Merasmus.

"OUT OF EVERY SHITTY THING YOU COULD'VE DONE, YOU TURNED THEM INTO A FRIGGIN' WORM?!"

• He's yelling, so much to the point where Merasmus just teleports away and ignores it, finding it funny (of course he finds it funny what a dick)

• He realizes that when he was so busy yelling at Merasmus, he had lost you. He panicked, looking around the ground with a horrified frown, cursing to himself as he started to dig, looking closely. When he finally found you, he placed you on his hand with a frown, looking at how you moved against his fingertips. He wanted to cry a little, he really didn't know what to do.

• He's placing you under his hat. Usually he'd find worms or maggots gross as hell, and if he was going to be honest he still found you gross, but it was you, so...

• Then he rushes back to base, the panicked look on his face never leaving him. He alerts all the other mercs, making a huge fuss over how, you're a worm now, and they need to help him get back at merasmus to turn him back.

He's holding you in his palm, and you're just wiggling around like nothing is wrong cause you're a worm now. And the rest of the mercs look at him like he's crazy.

• Spy, Sniper, Medic, and Heavy are convinced he's lying. Demo believes him a little since he's experienced Merasmus' antics. Soldier automatically believes him fully since the worms there, but you're not, so that must be you. Engineer is just trying to keep the peace, trying to calm scout down, but it doesn't work as no one is listening to him.

• The team is skeptical, thinking that this is some elaborate prank and that, you're just out for a couple hours. But when you don't return tomorrow for the fight, or return after, that raises some suspicions on where you are.

• Ms. Pauling doesn't know where you are either. So is it true? Are you really the worm?

• A meeting is held, everyone stands around the rounded table, the light shining down on you. You're in your little wormy home, slithering and worming your way through life, forgetting your identity, eating leaves and sleeping in dirt.

The mercs watch as you're doing your worm thing.

Engineer clears his throat, making the attention go to him. He turns to Scout, and the confusion in his voice is evident as he speaks.

"Scout, you're absolutely positive that, this worm is (y/n)?"

Scout responds with an aggresive nod, the slight panic and frustration shown in his expression.

"I told you, its them! I saw it happen with my own two eyes, Merasmus found em, they got zapped and poof- they're a worm! A freakin' worm!"

• The team continues to look at you, so peaceful, so calm, being a worm. They don't know why, but, now it was much easier to believe him. The worm was just like you, chill and...cool...and awesome...and wow... amazing..

"So...what? They're just a worm now?"

Sniper said, picking up the jar you were in, looking at you curiously.

"I don't think they'll be too happy stuck like that."

Engineer spoke once again, "If they got turned into a worm, there's...probably a way to turn em' back, right?"

��� That was enough to bring hope to Scout's mind. Of course! That was it, if he could find Merasmus and maybe force convince him to turn you back, everything would be okay! All his sadness had dissipated, and he was quick to start making plans.

• So they did, the team would go hunting for Merasmus, and make him turn you back. In the meantime, they'd take turns taking care of you.

• Scout liked to hang out with you, pretending like it was just like before, where you and him would sip sodas together and talk about anything and everything. He'd pour some soda in the dirt you were in, not really caring of the consequences and thinking everything was the same with you two. He really missed having someone to talk to, though.

"Man, I hope you can hear me. It'll be like, super fuckin' weird if I've been talking to you and you're not even in there.."

• Pyro wouldn't really see a difference. That sounds mean, but its really nothing personal. Though now that you were a worm, you weren't as scared as them as you usually were. They'd sit you down, with their plushies, having a nice tea party, watching carefully as you'd just slither about as a worm.

• Soldier was...confused. You, who once was a brave and selfless fighter, was now a worm. It fascinated him and scared him at the same time. He'd get awkward around you, wondering if you remembered him. He'd talk to you mostly, sometimes petting you...He'd try to.

"EVEN IF YOU'RE A WORM, YOU'RE STILL STRONG TO ME!"

"...You're still in there aren't you?"

• Demo wouldn't really know what to do with you either. He finds it kinda funny how you got turned into a worm. Unlike Scout or Soldier, he doesn't really panic, knowing you'll probably be fine, worm or not. He does miss having you to talk to, like scout. Sometimes he'd just be in the living room, and you'd be by the table in your little jar. He'd just watch curiously, but wouldn't really do anything.

• Same thing goes for Sniper. He legit doesn't really know what to do or say. But, he is a little afraid that you won't turn back into a person. Unlike Scout, he found that you weren't 100% obnoxious or annoying, someone to have chill conversations with after battle. He'd keep watch over you, letting you sit with him as he's chilling on top of his van. Sometimes he'd even bring you out with him in battles as he's camping out enemies during fights. He always makes sure you're safe, though.

• Heavy really liked you. He found you someone worth talking to, and a solid member of the team, so it was a bit jarring to see you turned into a worm. He'd keep his hopes up, though, talking to you like normal. Sometimes he'd watch you like Demo did, curious about you and your little world. It was weirdly calming, after battles he'd be worn out, and when he'd see you worming your way through leaves and dirt, it relieved him a little.

• Engie was a little off put by it, the same way soldier felt. You're just...a worm now? Huh. He doesn't really know what to say to that. Medic and him share the same thought, and that thought is, are you concious? Are you aware that you're a worm? Or are you mindless?

They can't help but think of it that way, in a practical sense. Medic would have to hide you from archimedes and the rest of his doves, who would love to eat you at any given chance.

Sometimes they'd do tests on you. Nothing painful or dramatic but, tests to see if you're still in there. They're really overthinking it.

Engie likes having you in his workshop late at night, makes him feel less alone when you're just worming. Medic keeps you at a distance, just to make sure he doesn't lose you or, have one of his doves eat you.

• Spy, is, kind of grossed out. Nobody has a close relationship with him. He did have a lot of respect for you, both on and off the battlefield. You were just a decent human being who he found a liking to, now you're...a worm. A gross, slimy worm.

He never let you into his smoking room, actually he never even let you out of your jar. He liked you, respected you, but liked you more as a person.

He feels pity, honestly, and just wants you to either be out of his way, or back to normal.

• When you do eventually turn back into a worm, they're all pretty glad. They all have questions, ranging from "Were you really in there? Like were you- aware?" And then "Was it nice being a worm?"

I'm sure you can tell who's asking which question and such.

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[miintsprigz]

Hello!! What would Spy, Scout, and Engie be like with a s/o who is startlingly good at voice impressions?

Dang, Anon, kept ya waitin’ long enough?

Thank you for your patience! I hope that this brightens your day.

Gonna do bullet points for this one just because I think it’ll work better. Apologies that this one isn’t as long, this is a really creative prompt! I just didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer. 💚

Mercs With A S/O Who Does Voice Impressions

Characters: Spy, Scout, Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: none come to mind

Spy 🥖

•Spy discovered your hidden talent one day when you were asking him if he wanted to accompany you out for a quick grocery store run…on what happened to be a rather rainy day.

• “(Y/N), mon bijou, as much as I love being around you, the rain will—”

• “… ‘ruin the new shoes I just got, and I can’t have this suit getting wet either’.” You’d been working on that one for a while. Spy stared at you, actually slightly slack-jawed.

• “…pardon?” “Didn’t know I could do that, did you?” “…no, no I did not.”

•Honestly? He’s just a little jealous. That was kind of his thing? I dunno, man just wants to be a bit special.

•That being said, as you start implementing this into your talks with him more and more, he finds it to be yet another quality that makes you lovely.

•He’ll tease you at times. “How can I be sure you aren’t an enemy spy?” You laughed at this, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I dunno, do these feel like the hands of an enemy spy?”

•Biting back a laugh, he shakes his head and pulls you closer, dipping you into a kiss. As he draws back, he smirks. “And those feel like the lips of my love…very well. You must be the real one.”

Scout ⚾️

•You actually first utilized this ability of yours as a hail-mary during a fight. Scout was close to bringing the briefcase to safety when the enemy Scout suddenly charged.

•Seeing this, you looked over at Heavy, hoping he would be okay with this. “‘GOOD TIME TO RUN, COWARD!’”, you mimicked. Instinctually, the enemy Scout flinched in terror. Giving yourself just enough time…

• “Heavy! Thanks for the help, man.” “Scout, I was not over there…” “But I heard you right behind me…” The gears in his head visibly turned.

• “Oh! That would be (Y/N). They are very good at that.” Jeremy’s mouth dropped open, only to immediately curve into a huge grin. “(Y/N)…for real??? Do it again!”

• With a proud grin, you obliged. “‘(Y/N) can sound like giant man!’ See?” Scout howled with delighted laughter.

• “Whoa-ho-ho, that’s freakin’ SICK, (Y/N)! Why didn’t you ever show me you could do dat?” “I dunno, it never really came up in conversation.”

•From that point on, he’d ask if you could “do the thing” all the time. You almost always agreed, his reactions were the cutest. He’d actively show it off, with your permission.

• “Yo, my baby here, watch ‘em. …ain’t that cool?!”

•Scout was actually pretty decent at impressions himself (you already know where he got that from), and sometimes the two of you would go back and forth for a while, cracking yourselves up.

•There came a time where you rolled your eyes at one of his requests. That seemed to make him a little nervous.

• “Hey uh…(Y/N)…do you want me to stop askin’ you to do the voices?” “Huh? Oh…I mean, if I’m tired, maybe.” “Arright…I know you’re probably sick of doin’ it, but I just think it’s so cool.”

•You giggled. He looked all lovestruck even now. “I’m glad you think so~” “You really are the coolest, babe, you know that? All around. I’m the luckiest guy in this whole place.” “Awww~”

Engineer ⚙️

•The first time you did this, it was to try and mess with Dell just a little.

• “‘Needa dispenser here!’” “Scout? Where’d you need that dispenser?” “I have no idea whatcha talkin’ about.” “What? But I just heard ya!” “Hardhat, I wasn’t even over there!”

•You only got away with this a few more times before he caught you midway through. His head turned quick enough to see your mouth moving.

•With the way his goggles and hardhat covered up some of the more expressive parts of his face, you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely mad or not. “(Y/N), that’s you doin’ that, ain’t it?”

• “Yeah…” Your face flushed slightly with embarrassment. “…sorry. Got carried away.” Shaking his head, the serious expression began to break somewhat, chuckling. “Ah, no harm no foul, I s’pose. Just uh…not while I’m workin’, maybe?”

•With a smirk, you mimicked him perfectly. “‘Alrighty, partner.’” “Hoo, that really is uncanny, ain’t it? How do you do that?” Holding a finger to your lips, you snickered, and you could tell he was rolling his eyes at you.

•A week or two later, while you were on break, you heard him calling you. “Engie?” Following his voice to his workshop, you looked for him. He was nowhere to be seen in here…but you’d sworn his voice had come from here.

•Looking down, you saw a new machine on his desk. Looking closer, you saw a speaker.

• “Checkmate, darlin’!” With a hearty laugh, Engie leaned in through the doorway. “Okay, you got me…” It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

•The two of you actually would utilize this on the battlefield if you had the energy for it, getting the other team mixed up. Both of you got quite the laugh out of it.

•He never really asked you to do any of that on your own time though.

•One night, he even took you on the side after using that technique. “Hey, (Y/N)…you know I love hearin’ you as yourself more than any of your impressions, right?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

•Laughing, you rested your head against him. “Yeah, don’t worry, I know.”

• “Alright. Just wanted to make sure.”

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 x M!Reader|| How The Mercs Get Jealous!

You and the merc have just started dating, and have kinda kept it on the down low for the time being. While at a neutral zone bar, the Scout from the opposite tram decides to try and shoot his shot with you.

No dadspy.

Scout

He already doesn't like the fact that he is at a bar where BLU is drinking at, even if it was a neutral day! But what really got to him was how blatantly his (obviously inferior, duh!)counterpart started hitting on you! First it was a shot that he covered, then it was a joke that made you laugh a little too loudly. Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek and got between you two rather quickly.

"Hey. Back off freak! Like he'd ever want some knockoff, halfwit, loser lookin' Scout like you!"

You couldn't help but choke back a laugh as the BLU Scout gave Jeremy a once over, then backed away with a sneering of something under his breath.

"Hey, whaddya say!? Say it to my face, punk!" Jeremy shouted. Before he got up from his spot next to you to beat the BLU's face in, you put a hand on his shoulder.

"Jer, please. Like you said, why would I want a knockoff over the #1?"

Jeremy turned to you with a look of confidence- but you knew him well enough to know that he was clearly hiding a but of insecurity.

"You're my Scout." You assured sweetly, "accidentally" brushing your hand against his. That seemed to put his spirits back up.

Soldier

"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, SON! THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS RED PROPERTY! IF YOUR SCUMMY BLU HANDS EVEN TOUCH HIM, YOU'LL WISH SOONER THAT YOU TRIED FOR OUR INTELLIGENCE!"

Scout gave you both a weird look and backed off, hands up in a sign of defensiveness. You nudged Soldier's shoulder before quickly whispering in his ear.

"Solly! You're gonna get us to lose bar privileges this week!" You remind him, rather sternly. It had been a while since you had socialized in a neutral zone, after all!

"Why? That Scout was clearly looking to upset the neutral agreement!"

"He asked me about weather probabilities to see if he was going to have to fight in the rain tomorrow! We broke BLUS weather detection, remember?"

"Hmph! Sounds like worming his way into our intelligence! You're lucky I was here to stop him, private!"

You rolled your eyes with a tired smile as you went back to your drink, but felt the hot breath of Soldier in your ear as he bent over you to whisper.

"I caught him making eyes at you and I didn't like it. I don't trust him."

Aww, you couldn't help but find that sweet.

Pyro

You know that one scene from the comics where Pyro cuts a goddam bear in half? Yeah, same thing here. They see you and Scout at the bar, just casually chatting, then when you turn away, the Scout bites his lip and looks at your ass blatantly. To Pyro, Scout morphed into a big, bad wolf. You? You sprouted cute little sheep ears! Pyro wasn't about to let the cute little sheep get eaten, so they lunged at the Scout out of nowhere, the only thing that stopped them from decapitating the poor guy was you swiping the axe from Pyro's hands at the last second.

You profusely apologize to the Scout as you pull Pyro off of him and whisk yourself and your partner away to one of the more quiet corners. You hold Pyro by the hands and direct them to breathe. Once, twice, and a third time, before you let them start to explain themselves.

Once the situation was explained, you kissed their forehead and nodded in sympathy. You knew your partner thought you were in danger, and hell- you would do the same if you saw Pyro in danger they didn't notice! Nonetheless, you thanked Pyro for the protection and talked them down from their worries. You asked your Engineer to explain the situation to the enemy Scout, who refuses to even look at you again.

"Thank you for protecting me, that means a lot that your first instinct was to look out for my safety."

Pyro nodded and pulled you into a hug. They were just worried for you! They knew that there wasn't a good chance that the danger was real- but Pyro was not about to take that chance. Not after they had lost that gamble before.

Demoman

He slammed his hand down between the both of you as Scout leaned in for a whispering in your ear and announced a drinking contest. Whoever lost had to pay the tab! Yeah, the RED Scout was annoyed, but noreso at your blatant advantage! Demoman probably had your insane Medic sew him an auto-recovery from alcohol! That wasn't fair!

So, you and Scout decided to pace yourselves against each other, with Demoman as the judge. As the flirtatious tension morphed into that of competition, Demoman seemed to smile proudly at his work. He didn't mind if people lusted after you- that was a compliment to the fact that he snagged you first! It was only an issue when you didn't notice. That's when he felt he had to intervene.

You had scraped the win by a hair. While you clearly had a lower tolerance than the Scout, you had remembered a few tips and tricks to keep your wits about you longer that the judge himself had taught you! Although, there was no satisfaction of RED paying your tab, as you both had forgotten that the night out was a Mann Co. Sponsored event.

The next morning, Demoman tended to you extra sweet with little possessive nicknames such as "My boy", "my champ", and "Blu's finest". He never mentioned why, though, so you assumed that it was to apologize for the wicked hangover you had.

Engineer

He sits back and watches, but not without ill intent. No, this man plotted that little twig's demise at least 10 times in his head as you two sat a little too close together, as you two got so lost in conversation that you switched beers by accident, how you two seemed to get on a little too well. In fact, Dell had only realized that he was stewing when his mechanical arm cracked off a bit of the table that he had been grasping for dear life.

The noise certainly got both of your attentions, and if it didn't, then the loud curse in a familiar southern accent did. Engue usually kept an air of politeness about him, so you automatically knew something was up as he walked- or rather stormed up to the two of you.

He greeted the Scout with a forced and sickly sweet smile, and he introduced himself quickly before he asked to steal you away for all but a moment. You excused yourself quickly and followed Engie to the bathrooms, where your boyfriend started rambling things you couldn't quite hear. All youu knew was that whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant and it was all directed at that Scout.

"Dell, what's going on? Did that Scout fuck with one of your sentries?"

"No, no. I-" Dell took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again. "No doll, he was making googoo eyes at you, and I don't think I appreciated that kinda disrespect."

You nod, with a hum of acknowledgement. Now that you thought about it, he was acting rather familiar...

"Sorry, I guess I didn't realize how close we were while it was happening. Do you want me to steer clear of him for the night?"

"Well-" Dell said, clearly wanting to say yes. "You're your own man, I don't wanna step on your toes or nothin, it's just that- he uh, he's got some bad intentions with you. I can tell."

You smile sweetly as you give your boyfriend a gentle kiss. "I'd much rather spend the night with you, anyways."

Heavy

Scout barely had the time to get a word out to you as your Heavy scooped you up in a seemingly sudden victory cheer. In one of his hands was a drink, so you assumed that your boyfriend had wanted to congratulate you on something that you had done recently to impress him.

"Tiny man! Come here, I have gift for you for being best teammate!" Heavy announced as he brought you over to a booth and started speaking to you in Russian. Yeah, you could swing your way around Russian well enough to understand certain words. You could make out "no", "bad", and "dangerous" vaguely, but the body language made more sense to you. Heavy didn't trust that Scout too well. He seemed fine with you talking to the RED Engineer, but not the Scout?

"What's wrong?"

Heavy kept his voice low and quiet, for your ears only.

"Scout wanted to make sex with you. Look at his eyes." He muttered with a quick glance to the lithe man. He was more built than your scout, speckled with more freckles and dark blue eyes instead of your Scout's light blue eyes.

"I'd smash his head in if he made a move on me, I promise." You assured your boyfriend sweetly, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"No no, I will bash his little brains in." Heavy assured.

Sniper

Stalks both of you like a shadow. He allowed Scout to buy you a drink, he allowed him to entertain his boyfriend, hell- he even allowed Scout to put his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder! With a downing of beer, a fast and powerful dart knocked Scout's hat off his head and pinned it to the wall. The look Sniper gave nearly made the Scout drop dead from the venom.

"Missed."

Scout knew damn well that he missed his head, not the dart board. Scout nodded you a quick good evening and scampered back to his team as Sniper looked to the outside. He just wanted to talk, in private.

As soon as you followed Sniper out of the bar, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into the alleyway, pressing you up against the cold brick wall as Sniper kissed you deeply.

You were only given a small moment to breathe as Sniper leaned close to your ear. "Don't you ever let someone touch my boyfriend again, got it?"

"God, you're hot when you're jealous."

"I'll drag you back to my camper if you keep misbehaving." Sniper 'threatened', smiling far too excitedly to be angry at the idea. You took your opportunity to grab him by the wrist and drag him to his van.

Spy

He found it funny and cute in a way, how the RED Scout tried to hit on you. A young man with laughable experience tried to charm a man who had the best of the best that gave him attention? Spy had nothing to worry about. Although, the accepting of the invitation to dance drunkenly made his stomach turn sour. You and Scout laughed and stumbled around each other haphazardly, moreso slapstick joking rather than dancing. At least Scout kept his hands to himself.

Scout started to ask you genuine questions over a calming drink, and that is where Spy snapped. He sauntered over to you with a look of importance as he tapped you on the shoulder.

"Ah, I must steal you away. Miss Pauling had an important message for you." Spy whispered into your ear, his eyes glared with a gloating essence at Scout.

"Well, I'll catch you later, okay?" You smile sweetly to Scout, who waved you goodbye as Spy whisked you away to the other side of the bar before he cloaked himself as he pressed you against the wall. His body was flush against yours, with his hot breath on your neck.

"So, younger men catch your eye? I can be him for a night, if you're curious?" Spy hummed, as you practically heard the Cheshire grin of teasing in his whispered tone as you blushed red. At least you could blame it on the booze.

"No Spy, he's just an old friend. Coincidence that we both work at Mann Co." You whisper back as Spy worked his hands over your body, brazenly groping your chest, legs, and ass while he remained unseen.

Medic

Medic watched as the RED Scout performed a silly little knife trick to impress you, and Medic knew exactly what he was doing. Scout was a puffed up bird, trying to gain your interest. Really, even Archemedes had more of a pretty routine than Scout did! In fact, Medic approached you, with Archmedes on his finger to lure you away from the failed suitor.

As you cooed and doted on the dove, Medic shot Scout a scarily smug look as you were completely distracted with the bird that absolutely loved your affections.

"You know, you're the only one Archemedes ever loved for affection from! Well, aside from me of course! I think he's got a little crush on you!"

You giggle, scratching behind the dove's head with little kisses to his soft feathers. "Ah yes, the bird love of my life. He's so caring. I'd be a housewife for him!" You teased to Medic with a little wink. "He's almost as jealous as you, with how he puffs up when I kiss you."

"You have two jealous men vying for your affection, whoever will you choose?" Medic hummed dramatically.

"Well, Archemedes would never take blood samples to see if we are biologically compatible."

"That was only once!"

[2frosty4you]

Mon ami, will you please write us some tf2 crushing on you with my boy Engie? Please 😳💗

Crushing on You [Engineer Headcanons]

TEXAN MAN WOOOOO

| Engineer x Fem!reader | 360 words | masterlist | Ask/Request-Box |

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🔧 Engineer and you have been friends since the day you joined the team, and through that time he has slowly begun to grow feelings for you

🔧 It’s when you bring him food or drinks while he’s working that causes his heart to flutter and skip beats.

“Engi take a break, plus im bored and scout is outside with a rocket launcher and i bet you want to see him eat shit” “Well uh, aight I’ll be out soon”

🔧 As i have mentioned engi is not sane, he cut off his god damn hand ffs. So even if he’s not the same as medic or spy he is very calmly obsessed with you.

🔧 But it's nicer, knowing everything you need and all your likes and dislikes. He’s a busy man but he makes time for you.

🔧 Makes you little creations, and if you have the skills and do the same he keeps them in his workshop proudly overlooking his work.

🔧 Likes to have you in the room while he does work, whether pyro is with you or not just spending time with you makes him happy.

🔧 You know his teddy bear cosmetic? If you make clothes for it he will have to stop himself from breaking down as you offer him the set of small bear clothes.

🔧 He calls you darlin, sugar, pumpkin and other southern esc pet names in passing. If you do the same you will make him explode.

“Oh thank you darlin’“ “No problem sugar” 

🔧 For a man with 11 PHDS he could never find a solution for how his body shut down when you called him that. No mater if you are cringing at it he is red in the face.

🔧 Loves to play his guitar for you, it would be you two (and pyro at times) around the campfire next to his truck as you two drink and he strums the guitar strings. 

🔧 If you use weapons that can remove sappers consider him yours the instant you save his sentry when it's on 3 health.

🔧 Being a southern gentleman he gets you a bundle of flowers, each of meaning and gifts them to you alongside a profession of his love for you.

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[twistedgameswewrite]

Team Fortress 2

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[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress Two Kinktober Time: Return of the Kink

Day 3: Happy Aniversary (Lingerie)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Engineer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Engie surprises you with a vacation for your anniversary. You have a little surprise planned for him too.

Tags: Lingerie, anniversaries, makeouts, aftercare, praise

Word Count: 2.6k

The Masterlist

You had told Engineer that he didn’t have to do anything special for your anniversary. You were always a bit awkward when it came to receiving gifts, and events like birthdays and Christmas already made you anxious enough. Plus, it was just a one month anniversary. Maybe if it was a year, or even six months, you could understand, but one month just seemed like a rather short amount of time to be worth celebrating.

Of course, he went above and beyond anyway, deciding to celebrate your anniversary with a surprise getaway to a remote vacation home in the woods. If you didn’t know how to respond to birthday gifts, then you sure as hell didn’t know how to respond to this. Maybe you just weren’t used to being doted on, and Engie sure did love to dote. If a one month anniversary gave him an excuse to do that, then who were you to stop him?

Admittedly, the duration of your relationship didn't feel like a month. It felt much longer, but not in a bad way. It was like the two of you had known each other forever, and in a short amount of time the level of comfort between the two of you grew and became more natural. Perhaps a little trip together wouldn’t be a big deal at all. That said, you still wanted to give him something in return, and that ‘something’ occupied your mind throughout the whole drive to the vacation home.

The crunch of gravel beneath the truck tires signaled your arrival. The home was a spacious, but not too large log cabin sheltered within the shade of the forest. It was quite modest, that is until you were inside, where you were greeted with a fully stocked kitchen, a living room complete with a fireplace, and countless other luxuries. The whole place was illuminated in gold hues by the setting sun, shining in through wide windows that offered gorgeous views of your surroundings.

“Oh Engie, this is…” you couldn’t find the words.

“A lot?” he asked, setting your suitcases on the floor near the entranceway.

“Well, yeah, but also beautiful,” you said. “I can’t believe you set up all of this for me.”

“Technically, it’s for both of us, and the groundskeeper set it up. We’re both gonna be spending the week here, after all.”

You nodded, starting to wonder if your surprise was going to measure up. Speaking of your surprise…

“I’m going to take a shower. I need to freshen up after being cooped up in a car for so long,” you said suddenly, grabbing your suitcase and shuffling to the bathroom, which was just as nice as the rest of the cabin. Engie thankfully didn’t question why you were taking your suitcase into the bathroom with you.

You locked the door and quickly opened the suitcase to reveal a white chemise neatly folded among far less conspicuous shirts and jeans. It stuck out like a sore thumb. You didn’t bother to stare at it, opting to strip and put the thing on before you changed your mind. The silk shifted smoothly against your skin and you dared to peak at the mirror.

The chemise was short, very short, the skirt barely disguising the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear. The collar was low cut and lined with subtle lace to draw the eye towards your cleavage. You fiddled with the thin straps for a while, trying to decide if leaving one off the shoulder would look more tempting or if it would just make it look like you hadn’t bothered to put the chemise on correctly. You decided to take the safest route, leaving the straps in their rightful place before taking a deep breath and exiting the bathroom. There was no need to actually shower. If this all went to plan, you would just be working up a sweat again anyway.

Your footsteps were quiet on the hardwood floor as you returned to the living room. Engie was on the couch, resting his eyes, no doubt recovering from the fatigue of the long drive. The suitcases remained unpacked. The sun had almost completely set now and the overhead lamp was dimmed, bathing the room in a soft orange glow. The glossy fabric of your chemise reflected it slightly. You cleared your throat and Engie’s eyes opened slowly, then snapped wide.

“Oh my,” he whispered to himself before giving you a small smirk. “Well, what’s all this?”

He stood up from the couch, looking you up and down as you came closer. “It’s just a little surprise,” you said, sauntering over to him. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you knew you could feel Engie’s eyes following you. He took in every detail, from your adorably nervous demeanor to the way you swayed your hips with the slightest bit of exaggeration. All these little things, just enough to catch his attention and make his hands itch to reach out and grab you until you were finally right in front of him, looking up with a playful smile that seemed to exude more innocence than it should. “I’m guessing you like it?”

“I do, I truly do. Damn, you’re so pretty.” Engie reached out tentatively. When he hesitated you took his hand yourself and put it on your waist before guiding it upwards. You let him feel the soft flesh of your chest, and only then did he break away from your guidance to pull you close.

You weren’t sure who was the first to completely close the distance between the two of you, who pressed whose lips to whose, but it didn’t matter. Once tongues slid against each other and hands were grasping at supple flesh, the matter of who started it was meaningless. Engie’s prosthetic, the Gunslinger, as he so lovingly named it, came up to cup your breast, squeezing slightly. You knew well that was a mere fraction of the device’s power, and the thought aroused you. It truly was a marvel of engineering. Despite being made of thin fabric, not a single thread of your chemise caught in the joints of the Gunslinger as it descended to your hip.

“And to think, you said one month anniversaries weren’t a big deal,” Engie said with a smirk.

“I had money to spare,” you said, shrugging. “And I happened to come across this. I’m glad you like it, though.” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth on your lips. “I was a little nervous about packing it for tonight.”

“Whatever for, darlin’?”

You shrugged again. “I don’t know. I kept having second thoughts.” You decided to leave out the fact that you felt like you looked more silly than sexy. “I kept questioning if it fit right, and I thought about returning it, but then I realized stores don’t usually take returns for items like this- and honestly why would they? That would be-”

Engie cut you off with a kiss which you eagerly returned. When he pulled back you sighed, squirming a bit from the sudden and very apparent heat between your legs. “You ramble when you’re nervous,” he said.

“Sorry.” Your voice shook slightly.

“It’s alright. Come here.” Engie’s voice dipped, low and seductive. You let him guide you back to the couch, certain that you would do anything so long as he kept using that tone. When he pulled you onto his lap, the silk of the chemise bunched and flowed around your waist. Engie could feel your skin growing warm beneath his touch, and now that your lingerie was gathered around your waist, he could also see how wet you were, practically glistening in the low, ambient light of the room. “Is this alright?” he asked suddenly, motioning vaguely at the couch. “I don’t think I can wait to take you all the way to the bedroom.”

“This is perfect,” you said. “I don’t think I could make it all the way to bed either. I want you.”

You felt Engie shudder as you whispered those last three words into his ear. You felt his chest rise and fall with a deep breath as he steadied himself. “Good. Now, let me pamper you, sweetheart.”

Engie began to kiss at your neck, suckling small hickeys onto the delicate skin. His hands wandered freely, squeezing at your chest and ass, mapping out all the most sensitive parts of your body. You tried to hold back any sounds at first, but it was a doomed effort. Soon you found yourself moaning as Engie grasped your thighs, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. Your keens and whimpers seemed to awaken something in Engie. The noise that came out of him could only be described as a growl, and you felt his teeth graze your neck, causing you to shudder.

“Fuck, I need you so bad,” he whispered. He bucked his hips slightly and you could feel how hard he was.

You pulled back to meet his gaze, trying to mirror the determined, lustful, and near feral expression that he currently had. “Then take me,” you said, miraculously managing to keep your voice from shaking.

Engineer didn’t need to be told twice. For a moment you thought that he would tear his pants in the rush to remove them. You giggled when he almost tripped over his own briefs in the frenzy. When the both of you were back on the couch, you were beneath him. The minute Engie was between your legs, you hooked a knee around him to pull him forward with a playful smirk.

He caught himself on the top of the couch, barely avoiding falling on top of you. You thought he was about to scold you once again saw that telltale lust in his eyes. “You’re so pretty like this,” he sighed, taking the time to admire how you looked splayed out under him. “I mean, you’re pretty all the time, but something about this just seems special.” Engie brushed his fingers against your cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from your skin. You smiled, leaning towards the surprisingly gentle touch. “All dolled up, just for me. How did I get so damn lucky?”

You didn’t get to answer him, any words being cut off by a gasp when you felt him running his cock over your slit. He shot you a glance, and when you nodded, he slowly entered you until his hips were flush against yours. Every move was gentle and cautious, at least for now. You squirmed a bit, making yourself comfortable before you gave Engineer the go ahead.

He began moving, slowly at first but soon picking up the pace, especially when you begged him to. “Dell, harder! Please, I can take it!” Engie’s only response at first was a groan. Suddenly, he leaned down to kiss you hard before sitting up and grabbing your hips. You gasped as he hoisted them up slightly. Fuck, you always underestimated how strong he was.

“You let me know if I’m being too rough, alright?” It took you a second to register what he said. Finally, you nodded and Engie took that as his signal to proceed, now pulling your hips up to meet his with every forward thrust. You found that you quite liked the feeling of being manhandled a bit, but even better than that was the change in angle. This new angle felt so deep. Your eyes rolled back as Engie managed to hit all the spots that made you see stars. “You take me so well, sweetheart. Damn, I can feel you clenching. You’re getting real close, aren’t you?”

Engie barely paused to speak, keeping up his relentless pace all the while. You could barely respond. The only words you were able to get out were a string of curses and a desperate repetition of his name as you got closer and closer to your peak.

“It’s alright, honey. I’m close too. Go on and come for me.” You only now noticed that he was speaking through clenched teeth. He was struggling to hold back, making sure that you would come first. It wouldn’t be long before he got his wish, as with a few more well placed thrusts, you felt your orgasm overtake you.

Your back arched involuntarily, every muscle going taut as you let out a strangled moan. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you continued to chant Engie’s name, almost as if you were pleading for something. You didn’t know what for. You couldn’t imagine what else you could possibly want right now, other than for this moment of pure pleasure to last forever.

Engie rubbed circles over your hips, feeling the way you writhed and shivered your way through the more overwhelming waves of release. “I’ve got you,” he stammered. “I’m here sweetheart, just let it all go.” His voice was definitely strained now, and you realized he was talking you through your orgasm as he rode out his own. Even in the throes of pleasure his focus was on you, making sure you were alright, and offering praise all the while. “Good girl, breathe nice and slow. You’re alright.”

You laid there in silence for several moments, trying your best to follow Engie’s instructions about breathing. It was difficult, but eventually you caught your breath. Still, when you finally spoke, you could only manage to murmur a soft “woah.” That at least got a laugh from Engie, who had begun to worry he had somehow broken you. “I didn’t expect to get so overwhelmed.”

“That was good, darlin,’ really good,” Engie said, already sounding tired. “You’re so damn pretty.”

He kissed you again and you bit gently at his lip. You were sure he could feel your smirk against his mouth. His lips parted and you let him taste you. Your movements were slow and lazy with little intent behind them other than to be as close to each other as possible. Both of you were high on a combination of passion and post-orgasmic bliss.

“It’s kind of funny,” Engie said when the two of you parted for air. “I went into this expecting to be the one seducing you.”

“Oh?” Your interest was instantly piqued.

“Tomorrow I figured I’d throw it all together while you were in the shower,” he explained. “By the time you came out you would be met with candles, rose petals, the whole nine yards! But it seems you beat me to it.”

“You got rose petals?” You were amazed by the extravagance he was willing to go through for you. “We could still do that, you know. I’ll just act super surprised!”

Engie chuckled. “Alright, sweetheart, but on one condition.” He toyed with the hem of your chemise, feeling the silk slide between his thumb and forefinger. “I want you to wear this again.” You immediately agreed, and the way Engie’s eyes lit up made your heart soar. “Thank you, honey. I really do love it,” he sighed, still admiring how the chemise draped so nicely over your curves.

You rested your head against his chest with a yawn, becoming very aware of just how tired you were. A full day of driving followed by an evening of indulgence had left you quite tired. “I’m just going to rest my eyes for a bit,” you said, even though you were practically asleep before you even finished your sentence, snoring softly and barely even stirring when Engie maneuvered you into a more comfortable position, cradling you much like a doll.

Your chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm. You muttered to yourself every so often, perhaps already in the depths of some dream. Engineer decided he would carry you to bed once he was sure the action wouldn’t wake you up. For now, he was perfectly content to let you drift off in his lap, watching over you as you got some well deserved rest.