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5eraphim · 7 months

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who do u think is the biggest brat tamer? my money is on sniper but i feel like if you tried hard enough u could get engie to snap 🫢

It's interesting you suggest Engie first because, in my opinion, he's in the top three of characters who come to mind right away when I think "brat tamer," but for some reason I would bet Administrator and Solly are more intense tamers than Engie.

Characters: Soldier 🦅, Administrator 🕷️, and Engineer 🦫 (Team Fortress 2)

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: M (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, humiliation, brat taming, slight dumb-ification, edging/denial, roleplay, gender neutral reader

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

Soldier

In general, Solly is remarkably impatient and has little tolerance for being teased; once he's frustrated, it doesn't take much more than that until he snaps and decides to put you in your place right then and there.

Part of what makes dominating you such a turn-on for him is his pride in his physically imposing stature. It's cute, in a way, to see someone like you trying to disobey the likes of him. Solly is taller than average and abundant in bulky muscle, in addition to his generous amount of adipose. Nothing turns Solly on more than getting to use that against you.

Solly's always kept a close eye on you, and you've got another thing coming if you think he doesn't notice you slacking off during tainting, it's like you're practically asking him to go over to call you out in front of everyone, and he's more than happy to oblige. Though this is nothing compared to what he'll do to you once he gets you alone.

Just because he's off the battlefield, it doesn't mean he's ready to put away his trusty riding crop quite yet.

It's such a power trip for Solly to watch you go from mouthy, rebellious, and resilient to whimpering and begging for mercy; drool trickling down your chin, eyes glazed over as he stretches you out with his fingers or as he spreads your thighs as far apart as possible before pounding you relentlessly into the bed.

Refuses to give you a moment's rest until you've verbally apologized, sworn it will never happen again, and/or tell him whatever else he needs to hear to be convinced you've learned your lesson. Solly's also got a soft spot for listening to you call him "Sir," so you'd better be ready to do that as well.

As overly intense and overbearing as he can be in the moment, Solly's quite good at winding down responsibly with you after all the excitement. He'll tell you how proud he is of you, how strong you are to have endured all that, and will help clean up with you. While Solly can get cruel and even sadistic sometimes, he's not entirely unfair. Nor is he the type to leave you high and dry.

Administrator

She's always had a secret fondness for the "rebellious types."

Not because she wants to see you get away with acting out or mouthing off to her, but the more stubborn the brat, all the more satisfying to watch them fall.

There's something about watching some newbie with a little too much confidence try to get away with giving her attitude that really gets her going. It's cute watching you walk around like you're any better than the rest of the other people working under her. Helen knows it's only a matter of time before that little mouth of yours gets you in trouble, and she can't wait to be the one to put you in your place.

Likely, you won't even know when she decides it's time to humble you. Maybe you were just a little too messy on a mission or made some thoughtless comment to the press, foolishly thinking you had the choice to leave the mercenary business whenever you wanted, subtly implying a lack of control on her part- Something she refused to let go unpunished.

Admin is easily the most intense and uncompromising of all the doms in TF2, and if you try to act out around her or assume she'll offer you any kind of slack just because she thinks you're bangable, you would be sorely mistaken.

When she finally gets you alone in her bedroom, expect not only to be edged into oblivion but denial as well.

Admin will leave bruises all over your waist, hips, thighs, whatever she can get her hands on, as she forces you to take her strap, fucking you down while refusing to let you come. She wants to see how painfully overstimulated you can get while remaining completely unsatisfied as you beg for mercy, knowing it won't change a thing.

Aside from all that, she loves to draw blood with her long fake nails as she drags them over your naked body.

Admin is relentless when she wants you to suffer, and she won't let up until you've been reduced to a miserable, wet little pulp. Helen takes immense pleasure in seeing the look on your face at the end of the night after you've endured hours of torture. Seeing how exhausted and delirious you look, knowing whatever rebellion you once had has been thoroughly extinguished. While you can do nothing but whine and flinch at her every move.

Don't expect any special treatment at the end of all this either. You're sleeping on your own tonight, without so much as a kiss goodnight. Helen knows what she's doing is cruel, but as far as she's concerned, you brought all this on yourself. (Also, considering how much she gets off on her own cruelty, it's not like acknowledging her maliciousness would change anything.)

Engie

Unlike the other two, while Engie absolutely gets off on being a brat tamer, it takes a lot more to bring out this side of him. Not because he's a pushover, not at all; it's more a matter of protecting his "nice guy" reputation.

In general, he's rather generous in bed. He is a Southern gentleman, after all, but when he's in the mood to inflict a bit of punishment, he's an entirely different person.

While he would try to remain mellow and appear unaffected around others, taking any back-talk or misbehavior from you with good humor, it's all because he's trying his best to suppress his anger, forcing himself to wait until he knows how to punish you before acting.

Most of the time, he's capable of maintaining control until the two of you are alone at night, where he knows there's almost no chance of you getting interrupted; much unlike the other two, he's not into public humiliation, much less being the one to enforce it. Though if he's feeling a little extra dirty, he likes the idea of forcing you to cockwarm for him while he finishes up his daily work in his shop. (Engie likes the concept of spitefully humbling you for having the audacity to come between him and his work.)

He's not quite as into the physical pain aspect of brat taming. What he likes much more is witnessing you lose your mind pinned under him on your shared bed, going cock-drunk while he continues to pound into you. Slightly into the idea of a pleasure-induced mind break. As you go from confident, almost arrogant, and defiant, and fucking you into brainlessly submissive brainless whore. Babbling mindlessly and unable to resist him, even if you tried.

"Aw honey, you ain't lookin' so good down there. Did you ask for something? Need to take a break? No... nothin'? Guess I gotta keep goin' then."

Will offer mercy in the fakest, most condescending voice. He intends to prolong your suffering as much as possible, far longer than he ought. But the longer he looks at you like this, his mindless little doll flushed with need, clenching against him, the harder it is for Engie to call it quits.

When he does settle down, he'll get you cleared up and put you right to bed or walk through your nightly routine until he's ready to tuck you into bed. As much as he gets off through the act of dicking you down until you learn how to behave, Engie also gets off on your compliance and how dependent you can be on him to take care of you. While you had your fun playing independant, Engie knows you don't have a prayer of ever truly escaping him, not when he knows exactly how to break you until you're feeding from the palm of his hand.

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redamoureux · 5 months

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hi!! could u write yandere scout <3 prompt is all yours 🫶 love u

╰﹒RED FACED LOSER!

Yandere Red/Blu Scout headcanons/short

↳ content warning: yandere themes, some fluffs? obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, implied invasion of privacy and cloth stealing, implied future forced relationship, ooc?, not proofread

↳ genre: romantic

↳ a/n: Hi! Sorry this took pretty long, didn't have much time and motivation to write so i wss just able to write it just and it's sorta crappy :")

It was long ago, Jeremy first met you when he was on yet another run from his brothers and wasn't paying attention where he was going, causing him to bump into you and throwing the both of you onto the ground.

He'd hastily help you up and picking all the things you had dropped and hurriedly saying sorry before running off. You could only gawk slightly before snapping out of it and continuing with your day.

After weeks, you had almost completely forgotten about the encounter until the day you finally met your roomate. And it was that boy again! He seem also surprised meeting you aswell making your first introduction bit awkward but eventually you both melt into a good long conversation. You two quickly became good friends and you'd often help him with his assigments he couldn't do. At times he'd get bit embarassed and tried to repay you with a box of pizza in return.

When you're working on some project, he'd be a little stubborn and try to persuade you to join him instead for the evening to go hang with his other friends, though you'd often decline.

Sometimes he'd also borrow your jacket with the excuse his is on the laundry. Or even using some of your stationary and more often than not even forgets to give it back, so you'd always have to remind him.

Though once you lost your jacket, jeremy was quick to give you the biggest puppy eyes he could do and convice you that you'd probably forgotten it somewhere when you just asked if he knew where it is-

Jeremy would definitely take you on various 'hangouts' (it's really is a date but he's too embarassed and bit shy to tell you at the time) like watching a drive in romantic movie or trying to share the same milkshake with you. He'd even put his arm around your shoulder, you didn't think much of it, but his heart is thumping real hard.

As time went on however, you notice he was slowing stopping and skipping his classes. It was abit subtle at first, telling you that he was simply feeling unwell. Though overtime, he began skipping whole one, two and so on. Soon you'd hear several rumors from other students that he'd drop out. You feel a little saddend, his disapperance was so sudden! And when you returned back to your dorm, most of his stuffs were missing, save for the few insignificant things here and there. You were baffled and wished he could've said a goodbye but you finally accepted it and went to try moving on. Mysteriously though, some of your belongings seem to be gone too, and you can seem to find them anywhere.

Years passed and today you're going to finally start your first day of your job. You felt little nervous as you walk down the hall. after all you are still quite unexperienced. And hearing about the guys you're going to be working with from your contractor doesn't make it any much better. They said some of them were rude, easily hostile and even insane. Or dumb. You tried reassure yourself, it couldn't possibly be that bad. Your contractor is probably just exaggerating bit too much, you thought as you open the door.

Seconds after that you heard an audible gasp and fast footsteps, before you know it, hands yanked you closer to the person's body and giving you the tighest hug ever. "Ohh babe! I thought i'd never see you again!" Said the man- and you instantlu regonized that voice. Even after years, his voice still hasn't changed much. You pulled back a little, flabbergasted. "Jeremy??" You questioned. He finally let go of you saying, "Hm? Yeah sweetheart? Ohh don't say you'd almost forgotten me there!" He exclaimed as if he had not just suddenly disappeared years and just went back from playing the arcade he usually hang out in. "What are you doing here?-"

"Tthat's a question i should be asking, Why are you here? Didn't you finally got your dream job? But anyway, i'm just happy that you're here!" He replied. You let out a sad sigh at that, "well yea-i mean no.. it's pretty complicated."

"Hey hey don't be upset. Sorry, i really didn't mean to ruin the mood. So listen, how 'bout we get some milkshakes huh? I'll pay for the both of us!" Jeremy declared. You thought for a second. "That.. would be great. Thanks jeremy." "Just call me scout, sweetie. That name is for the old me." He half joked. After all, his old self is just so stupid and childish for letting you go and even upsetting you for not even saying a goodbye or even able to confess before leaving. Well, don't worry now. He's new now. He would finally confess his habored feelings and he'll never be stupid enough again to ever say goodbye, ever.

REBLOGS/ FEEDBACK/ COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

@redamoureux

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ablobwhowrites · 3 months

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Since requests are open, may I ask for something for a Demoman!Reader with a Yandere team? The idea of Reader being absolutely DESTROYED on alcohol while trying to hit an enemy soldier that's right in front of him (and missing repeatedly) while his entire team is just watching silently while their brains just goes "Ohhh I can't not fuck him" like that one Neiil Cicierega comic lol.

Demo!Reader: Is pussy...just a myth?

Medic, who was tending to his injuries: ...what?

Demo!Reader, getting dragged away by his team's Pyro: Yer arse's arse and I'm the grass man, punk!

The Enemy!Sniper on the other side of the gate: 🧍????

Demo!Reader, clinging to "Soldier" desperately while crying on the crook of his neck: *sobs* Everyone thinks I'm just a- *sobs* one-eyed bloody monster God damn it! *crying*

The Enemy Spy disguised as Reader's Soldier, trying to decide what the fuck is he feeling rn: 👁️_👁️

Demo m/n: “like sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t drink..”

Blue demoman: “you realize your kidnapped in blue territory right?”

M/n: “I am?”

Demo m/n: “oh this is fantastic pyro” *m/n is holding what pyro sees as a flower crown but is actually organs he took from someone on the battlefield*

Pyro: *hmph, hmph, hmph* ‘okay, wear it!’

M/n: “…I know I have to but I kinda don’t wanna”

Medic assistant M/n: “god, these willie wonky bars are terrible this is my fifth one”

scout: “why? I heard it’s the best chocolate around”

Medic assistant m/n: “don’t know, it just taste paper yet hard? Let me che-“ *it’s a half eaten golden willie wonka ticket* “oooohh shit, that’s why the other four didn’t taste good”

Medic assistant m/n: "I should have stayed in college, I could have graduated by now"

Medic: "oh trust me, you'll still be here even after college"

Demo m/n and medic assistant m/n definitely watches MLP friendship is magic with pyro

(If robots had teeth would be considered grillz?)

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bonkbeliever · 8 months

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Getting off to the thought of you ── ★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! [NSFW Solo!Scout x GN!Reader]

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his pov, masturbation, object humping, excessive cum, overstimulation, anal fingering, sub scout/dom reader, reader isn't in the room, long oneshot, sort of dumbification?

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For the first time in a while, RED lost and Scout had no idea who's fault it was, but honestly? He couldn't care less. He was way too tired out of his mind to remember how many times his team had to respawn thanks to BLU, and was more annoyed over not getting to use his bat throughout that entire mission.

He plopped onto his bean bag.

Might as well clean his bat anyway, just to kill time before dinner, despite it being perfectly fine.

After a few minutes or so, he started getting extremely bored. As he typically does.

Scout sighed, feeling content with the job he's done so far, and got up from his seat.

"A-ah!"

He paused.

His eyes widen from that sudden chill.

He looked down to see his bat wedged in between his legs.

He pushed the bat down.

Then up.

Then down.

Then up.

The cold metal sent shivers down his abdomen.

He did it again,

And again,

And again.

Until he was now shoving the bat in and out, sliding it rapidly against his clothed cock.

His face quickly relaxed and his eyelids gradually lowered to a halfway point, knowing that with every hump he shoved into his baseball bat, his lips would automatically wet themselves with drool.

God, he became horny fast.

Like, really fast.

He plonked back on his bean bag and was already spreading his legs far and wide in the air, pumping the bat in an influx of upward and downward motions.

He thrusted into every part of it: from the spherical top that kneaded his balls, to the clyindrical middle that aroused his penis with lubricious rubs, to the bumpy bands at the bottom that gave his foreskin that extra friction.

The pleasure was indescribable.

Scout stuck the head of his dick into the concave dent of the bat, and his whine was instantaneous.

That was definitely his favorite spot.

The way his whole cock just glides onto it, up-and-down, side-to-side. Man, if he were forced to go through respawn over stealing medkits just to experience this high for the rest of time? He absolutely would.

It felt so good to a point where he laid his body further into the bean bag, imprinting his silhouette.

So, he stayed there.

Simply humping it.

Meanwhile, his entire body began to shake and with how fast he was going, it made the bat feel like a proper vibrator, prompting his skin to just sweat more and more, making his clothes cling to him like vines on a brick wall — and the wet fabric made it feel all the better.

The variations of sharp edges and soft curves made his dumb brain go haywire.

It reminded him of you,

So, so much.

Detailed memories of your supple curves came surging into his brain. He loved your raw and rough skin, and how they contrast your fluffy rolls.

Oh how he wished he was going into you, desperately fucking your insides like the rabbit he was. He wants to be all hot, sweaty, and messy whilst you remained in your perfectly dreamy state, softness written all over you, which was enough silent praise for him to absolutely lose it.

God, you're so beautiful to him

You turned him on like crazy.

Though, the bat does pale in comparison to you. Obviously an inanimate object could never do the things you did, but it met his needs for now.

He pushed his slit into the edges of the dent, imagining it were your nail ruthlessly teasing him.

He thought long and hard about this sex position he was desperate to try, but feared it would be too embarrassing.

He imagined himself being craddled in your arms. You carried him bridal style as you sat comfortably on the bed, the pillows cushioning your adorable ass.

He scrunched his eyes, picturing you toying with him. Playing with the precum that slicked his dick by pumping his phallic penis at an agonizing pace, but momentarily award him with the fast motions of your hand once you reached his tip. Echoes of genitals squelching mixed in with the faint noises of his whimpers and your loving laugh. He wished he could record that, play it on repeat as a constant reminder of who he belongs to.

He wanted to lap his tongue onto your nipple, senselessly suck on it. He wanted your ridges and bumps to be soaked in his spit, to rid him of any air when he suctions his lips on your chest. The idea of you abrupty sucking in your breath because of his saliva made Scout ooze clear, colorless, viscous fluid.

Imagining your bewitching eyes looking down on him as you instructed him to stare back into yours, saying that he must beg for the right to be kissed if he wanted a mere peck of your precious lips.

And he wanted all of that to happen with his wrists and ankles bounded by strings of rope.

He was so desperate to be tortured and teased by you, wishing he were immobile so he'd be forced to enjoy and endure everything you gave him — whether it'd make him pray for more or whine for less was all up to you.

Scout clung to all the erotic things you did to make him excessively cum everywhere on his pretty body. And because of that, he willingly gave you full control of his autonomy.

He loved it when you gave him orders, told him what to do 'cause there's no one else he'd oblige to. Like, what position he should be in or when he was allowed to cum.

However, outside of you two, he hated it when others felt entitled enough to do the same — with tasks unrelated to sex, of course — because it was downright annoying. He hated how small it made him feel.

Scout being the youngest and the one who's bossed around the most because he's the youngest didn't help his case, and he knows how everyone around him takes advantage of that.

But when you were bossing him around? Oh, it was all he ever wanted you to do.

He didn't know how you managed to get him to do as you pleased, partially because his brain was feeling too good to care, but it honestly fascinated him. To turn his horrifically 'macho' ego into one of pure devotion was something only you had the power to do.

Probably because you were never harsh with him, never belittled him if he did something slightly off or embarrassingly wrong. You showed him kindness like no other and he's not gonna lie, your patience is insanely attractive to him (on top of everything else that he finds attractive about you).

Whenever you asked him to do the simplest things from grabbing your towel to extreme ones where you made him put his ass up in the air with his face down in a pillow, it was always in this gentle tone that made him feel so incredibly loved.

Scout broke out of his thoughts and stopped humping the bat.

It wasn't as satisfying anymore.

He needed skin.

He wanted yours on him but you weren't here.

So, his would just have to suffice.

Scout threw the bat to the side, making it clang onto the floor, and quickly unbuckled his belt to let his masculinity free.

He watched it for a moment, his precum spewing and spurting out on its own, trickling its transparent, watery substance down his penis.

The fact you weren't even physically here but the thought of you alone managed to make Scout's dick overflow with pre-ejaculatory fluid was insane to him.

Now, with his pants on the other side of the room and his buck teeth digging into his shirt, he revealed his chest to the open air. One hand squeezing and pulling his nub, the other jerking his dick at a god knows what speed.

His hand was a blur, and everything was going way too fast, but all he knows is that he's dripping wet, moaning as loud as he possibly can — not giving a single shit if anyone heard him — and on the brink of cumming all over himself.

He can feel it.

The hot liquid making its way through to the outside world.

His hat flew off of him, unveiling the brown hairs that stuck to his sweaty temple. His face, the same shade of red as his shirt. His dog tags jingled with the rise and fall of every huff he took, and he moved the finger that toyed his nipple to instead play with his slit, imagining it was yours.

Fuck, is this what you felt?

The perfect warmth of his glans, the silky precum blanketing his entire tip and the intense joy of seeing more of it squirt out with every press and pull. No wonder you loved handjobs.

Scout was nearing the inevitable, and swore to overwhelm himself over and over again once he came.

And overwhelm he did.

Because the moment he envisioned the ghost of your lips wrapped around his dick, a flood of cum came pouring out and a guttural groan broke out from the depths of his lungs.

But he didn't stop.

No, he kept at that same swift pace and went so fast, he literally rolled off the bean bag and onto the cold floor.

Just cumming everywhere.

It was a never-ending stream of semen, and the only thing that muffled the sounds of it splashing onto the wooden tiles were his wanton whines.

Now he was 100% sure that everyone at the base could hear him, and was 1000% sure that they'd all give him shit about it tonight.

They wouldn't understand, 'course they can't. Only Scout was lucky enough to be yours, and the others could never find someone half as perfect as you are, it was near impossible.

Actually, scratch that — it was impossible.

Scout compared you to those one-of-a-kind, limited edition Tom Jones figurines that people would have to actively kill for to even be deserving of it.

But he knew that all he had to do was be your good, obedient boy.

And as your boy, he knew he didn't have to care about how the others felt.

How could he when he's on the floor, masturbating like he's an animal in heat, too dumb to think of anyone but you. Not even realising that he's been moaning your name this entire time, begging for you to touch him, pull his hair, and let him cum as if you were there all along.

So much so, he began to prod at his own hole. Scout smarmed his middle finger with his cum and tried to get an inch of his finger inside him, barely managing to push any of it in but he reached for his g-spot anyway.

He fingered himself simultaneously with the pumps of his penis. Every jerking motion fuzzed his brain, and his walls would tense and contract, blocking out any movement but he still curled his finger deeper into himself. Strangely enough, he found himself enjoying the coarseness of his bandages when they lightly grazed his ass.

Then he found the spot,

And he pressed down on his prostate hard.

All Scout could see was his final blow of cum explode out of him, it sprayed all over his stomach and specks that flew into the air landed on his face, eventually descending into the back of his throat.

His middle finger left his insides with a 'pop' and he carefully let go of his still-erect dick, and both sensations left him whimpering.

Scout blinked and a satisfied tear rolled down his cheek, one that was coated in a mix of sweat, drool, and cum.

His eyes drifted to the clock and realised that he had been going at it for over an hour now.

How no one walked in the middle of all of that was beyond him. He honestly expected someone to barge in and tell him to shut the fuck up already (had it been you who said that, he definitely would've cum more than he already has).

His stomach growled, as if it knew what time it was.

Scout sighed, ruffled his hair with his hand, which was still drenched in sperm, and sat up.

Oh, fuck.

Everything from his legs to the bat to the surface he sat on had traces of him smeared all over them.

He tried to get up but his feet gave way, all his attempts had him wobbling on the floor as if he were suddenly made of jelly.

Speaking of which, jelly does sound real good right about now.

He miserably reached out for the tissues on his bedside drawer, acting as if his legs were completely severed.

Then suddenly, a noise.

Many noises.

Noises that sounded like footsteps.

Fuck.

Several footsteps.

All of which were coming towards him.

ShitShitShit!

And as if God came to punish him, his door knob turned.

"Ah, crap..."

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And that's how Mad Milk came to be! JK (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖ hahahaha

But wow, I wrote all of that solely because I saw this really cute drawing of Scout humping his bat and I couldn't not write something based off of it (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Also thank you to the first person who reblogged my last smutshot! I realised that some of my ideas work better with a gender neutral reader, especially since they focus more on Scout's physical pleasure instead of the reader's, so I'll try and do that more often if the reader being afab makes no difference to the story!

I'm so into the idea that Scout's libido is crazy high and has so much pent-up cum stored inside of him, so to make him overstimulate himself like that was sooo adorable for me (๑>◡<๑)~♡ I just love guys like that, hopefully I get to have one irl ( ˶•̀ _•́ ˶)!

[Update: I found the drawing again! Thought I'd share it with you guys <3]

(I'm trying to think of ideas where the reader is recieving but because I'm such a giver, it's hard for me to come up with anything ;_; AHH I can't help but think of ways to ruin Scout (×_×;) Sorry, you guys </3)

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jermer10 · 3 months

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Oh god.. this is a bit depraved but here we goHello! Uh if you are taking requests right now, could you maybe make a spicy TF2 mercs x male!reader where the reader is into weapon play (could be their reactions to simple things .. like a gasp from the gun touching their skin to something more smutty, your pick!)It'd be nice to have all mercs but if too much sniper, soldier and engineer would the the 3 favs!

TF2 male s/o with a weapon kink

18+ only, male reader | tried to add some heavier nsfw, i hope you enjoy anon!

includes: soldier, engineer, sniper tw: sexual content, weapon play kink

drabbles under the cut :P

Soldier: - Soldier knew about this kink long before he had started fucking you - he may be stupid, but he knows what an erection looks like, and you were always rock hard after watching him bash an enemy to death with his market gardener - so he decided to confront you, like any concerned teammate would - ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO ME, MAGGOT?", he pressed the shovel into your throat, backing you into a corner - subtly isn't his strong suit - "what the f..fuck..?" your skin crawled with arousal - you couldn't speak, let alone think with the rusted edge of the weapon tugging at your skin - "why do you ask?" you choked out, face flushed in embarrassment - Soldier shamelessly palmed your erection, "THAT'S WHY." - you groaned, jaw slack and eye brows furrowed. you expected Soldier to relent, yet he continued to stroke you through your pants. - subtly DEFINITELY wasn't his strong suit, and to be frank you were enjoying the way he was man-handling you - "I SHARE THIS...ATTRACTION." a sickening grin plastered on his rough features and his shovel pressing harder into your trachea - his body was so close to yours, backing you against the concrete walls of the base and forcing himself onto you - your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to grope at your cock - "fuuuuuck Soldier p..leas..e..." your voice was gruff, the words seemed to be drawn out of you "PLEASE WHAT, CUPCAKE?" you didn't take him for a tease - "fuhck me!" you plead, throatily moaning at the cold, stinging sensation of the shovel cutting into your throat, your cock throbbed, the fabric rubbing your dick raw - you didn't have to ask twice, Soldier pushed you to the ground, ass up, knees scraping against the concrete floor, and market gardener pressed strongly between your shoulder blades

Engineer: - he would never admit it, but if he had a dollar for the amount of times he spent fucking his fist thinking about stuffing you with the muzzle of his shotgun, he would be rich - so when was walking past your room and noticed your door ajar, hearing the unmistakable slick sounds of masturbation, he couldn't help but peer in, hoping to get some new material - and when he saw you fucking yourself with a pistol and breathily moaning his name, he knew that he had to help - "hey darlin', seems like you were callin' out my name?" he knocked on the doorframe, smirking at the way you scrambled to cover yourself - "now don't you worry, y/n...i'm here to help," your face was burning - he positioned himself behind you, leaning against the wall and pulling you into his lap - Engie pulled the gun out of your puckering hole and began thrusting - your slutty moans, accompanying the praising whispers and sticky noises of the gun and your asshole meeting repeatedly, bounced off of the walls in your bedroom - Engie, feeling the high from the moment and the power he held in his fist, clicked off the safety on the gun - you began to shake, adrenaline coursing through your veins and the fear that at any moment the trigger could be squeezed - he lazily stroked your cock with his right hand as his left drove the gun into you - even if he did kill you, you would just respawn with no memory of the last hour or so, but he wanted you to remember everything - it was all becoming too much for him, he could feel himself reaching climax as your writhing body pressed into his chest and crotch, and when he finally came, you came with him - ropes of cum lathered his hand and your bare chest, Engie was impressed, to say the least - but despite your joint climax, he wasn't finished with you

Sniper: - Sniper's hide site was in a heavily concealed room sitting atop a random abandoned building - where he was and what he was doing didn't matter, you had been targeted by the enemy team's Sniper, and despite the fact that from where he was perched you seemed clearly annoyed, he couldn't help but see the redness in your face as the other Australian cornered you time and time again with his kukri - countless backstabs from Spy, bonks with Scouts bat, nothing came close to the way your face would go beet when he held the knife to your neck before swiftly ending you - Sniper wanted to try it for himself, clearly you had some sort of attraction to him - and he would be lying if he didn't find the idea of forcing you to suck him off while holding a blade to your throat hot - he signaled you to come up to his spot, making sure no one followed you - "hey, what's up man?" you huffed, you looked exhausted - Sniper felt awkward, but the erection in his pants was unrelenting and the way your eyes met his with a sort of nervous lust didn't help - "on your knees." he simply stated, unsheathing the kukri from his belt holster - your face went blank, did you hear him correctly? was Sniper wrong about his assumption? - "oh god, you saw me with the other Sniper..." realization hit your face, and so did an embarrassed flush - you bashfully knelt, doe-eyed looking up at the New Zealander-Australian man - Sniper unbuckled his pants, his cock springing out into your face - he held the knife up to you "suck." he commanded, his face flush and his palms sweating profusely

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #ask #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 soldier #male reader #jermer10 #tf2 smut #smut #tf2 x reader smut #tf2 x you smut

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isaactheterrible · 6 months

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Masterlist

Team Fortress 2:

Sniper And Demo Talking About Cryptids

Sniper Appearance Headcanon (Art)

Tf2 Main Cast Relationships With Religion

Tf2 Side Characters Rejecting Your Love Confession

Tf2 Main Cast Rejecting Your Love Confession

Soldier x Pyro

Soldier Nsfw Headcanons

Medic Nsfw Headcanons

Tf2 Main Cast Accepting Your Love Confession

Tf2 Side Characters Christmas Presents

Main Cast Christmas Presents

Main Cast Yandere Version

Tf2 Main Cast Queer Headcanons

Tf2 Main Cast Ideal Dates

Tf2 Side Characters Relationships With Queerness

Tf2 Main Cast Relationships With Queerness

Creepypasta:

Jeff x Nina Nsfw Headcanons

Jeff x Nina Accidental Pregnancy

Jeff x Nina (Smut)

Call Of Duty:

Ghost x Male Reader (Smut)

141 x GN Reader Surprise Birthday Party

141 Omegaverse Headcanons

Baki:

Hector Doyle NSFW Headcanons

Retsu Kaiho SFW & NSFW Headcanons

Rules For Requests

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beastyboyxx · 4 months

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A Boy Crush ★

Warnings: Dialogue Heavy, Crushing Scout, Nervous Scout, Poor Flirting, Having A Crush, MLM, Blunt Reader, Antisocial Reader, Funny Scout, Kissing.

Characters: Jeremy (Scout)

Category: One-Shot (Series ???)

Series: Team Fortress

Word Count: 1150

After a successful day at protecting the intelligence and keeping the facility safe the team could finally kick back and relax. Celebrating at their hard work with a small party.

Scout tapped his foot repeatedly at the ground, unbeknownst to him. His eyes darting around the room in search for a specific person. That person being you.

“There he is! Have any drinks yet youngin?” Dell strolled up to Scouts side. Patting him on the back with his free hand holding onto a beer.

“Nah, just lookin’ for someone.” Scout rolled his shoulders. Trying to ease his nerves.

“Whats that? Have your eyes on somebody. Huh.” Dell paused, his eyes trailing off into the crowd of the team. Suddenly he let out a wheezing laugh. “Oh I remember. The new guy!”

“It ain’t like dat!” Scout nudged the engineers hand off of his shoulder. His eyebrow twitching with slight annoyance.

“Look, I don’t think he’ll show up. Not to burn your barn or anything.” Dell took a swig of the beer. “He’s sorta shy. At least I think?”

“Tch, Kay thanks for the intel.” Scout took off leaving the party behind in search for his secret boy crush.

The party went on. It could be heard from almost any nook of the facility. The halls were empty with not a single soul around besides all getting drunk together. All besides you and Scout. It was unknown as to where you usually hid, but Scout was confident he could find you in a blink.

…

An hour had officially passed. No sign of you and no luck for the speedy Scout. He was about to drop it all and give up, maybe drink himself to bed to forget his loss at finding you.

Just then the timing perfect like fate was toying with the boy crazy man. You had just walked out of the kitchen room. Two soda cans in hand. Your eyes immediately fell on Scouts. The poor guy stood there dumbfounded.

“Uhh… hey! Whatta you got there?” Scout straightened his back. His fists at his hips.

“Soda.” You replied. Lifting one can.

“Why ain’t you at the party? It’s pretty cool… right now.” Scout swayed his arms. Trying to loosen his nerves.

“I don’t like parties.”

“Cool…! Yeah neither do I. They’re too loud n’ too dumb or whatever.”

“Okay.” You stared. Like an owl, not really knowing what to say. “Bye.” You turned, beginning to head down the hallway.

“Hey wait! I was lookin’ for you!” Scout quickly followed after you. Jogging up to be at your side as he matched your pace.

“Why are you always hiding? Do the other guys scare you?” Scout laughed a bit.

“No. I just don’t like to be social.” You shrugged.

“It’s been like that for a while.”

“Well you can be social with me! I don’t bite…unless you want me to.” Scout slid up. Stopping you in your tracks. His hand on the wall beside the two of you and his other resting loosely on his hip.

You looked him up and down. Not amused. “Cool.” You stepped past him and continued walking.

“Ah okay wait… that was bad. Look I just… I ain’t never liked a boy before y’know. N’ you especially, you’re like Batman.”

“Batman…?” You stopped, turning to face him in the hallway.

“Jus’ look. I think you’re cool, and I like you.” Scout rested his hands on his hips. His head dropping to look at his shoes. “Like like you.”

“You are very bad at this.” You shook your head.

“Hey!” Scout shot his eyes up to yours. His expression of shock.

You couldn’t help but smile. Turning back to face the hallway and continue your journey to hide somewhere and enjoy some alone time to yourself. Unless the boy decided to chase his crush, you wouldn’t mind it.

Scout stood in the hall. A bit heartbroken from your bluntness. You stopped, turning back to face him, nodding your head. “You coming?”

He was like a puppy the second you tell them you have a treat. His back straightened, his eyes widening and his smile growing. Scout needed no further explanation as he jogged up to your side once again.

The two of you began to run around the halls of the facility. It reminded you of how young you used to be. It was a sweet childish moment the two of you shared. You showed Scout a side of you that nobody had ever seen. The night was young and so were the two of you.

Eventually you both wound up on one of the roofs of the facilities buildings. The stars twinkling high in the sky. Scout humming some song while tapping his foot to some imaginary beat.

The party was still going on. Just under the two of you. Men laughing and shouting while music thumped throughout the building.

Scout sat down on the edge of the building. Just next to you. “Y’know… would it be rude to ask why you’re so quiet?” Scout drew his attention to you.

“Not really. I like you so it wouldn’t matter.” Your eyes dropped to meet his.

“An honest answer is I just don’t find my words to be meaningful. My actions are more important.”

“So like, if you punched somebody in the face you’re saying you hate em’ rather than just sayin’ it?” Scout talked with his hands.

“… I feel like anybody who got punched in the face would rightfully assume that person doesn’t like them.”

The two of you laughed together. Scout enjoying the moment with his whole heart. Both of you in unison cracking open the sodas and clanking them together before drinking them down.

Scout let out a burp. Jeez he was such a kid in a man’s body. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Why do you like me.”

Scout almost choked on his soda. He coughed before quickly recovering. “Why? Well… I dunno… you’re like somebody I wanted to be I guess.”

“That’s impossible for you.”

“Ay, let me finish.” Scout pointed at you. “Not that, I have never liked guys before. But the first day you came to work for us. All I could think was ‘wow’…”

“You want to see a good example of my actions meaning more?” You turned to Scout.

The man smiled, nervously. His hands beginning to fidget. He knew, and you knew. Slowly you leaned in. The two of you closing your eyes as you shared an electrifying moment. A moment passed and you both pulled back.

“You wanna be my boyfriend…?” Scout blurted out. His face a bit red.

“Absolutely.” You turned your attention to the sky once again. A small smile snug on your face.

#m4m #male reader #x male reader #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 scout x male reader #tf2 #fluff

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meiliarotten · 9 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 21: Improvise, Adapt, Overcome (Frottage)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Heavy x Male!Reader

Summary: Sometimes a difference in size requires one to get creative.

Tags: Frottage, outercourse, oral, size difference, grinding, aftercare

Word Count: 3.1k

The Masterlist

“You would not be able to handle it.”

You stood perfectly still, taken aback by Heavy’s response. You had prepared yourself for a whole myriad of reactions when you finally worked up the courage to invite him back to your room. However, the blunt statement that you ‘couldn’t handle him,’ was not one of them. It was just so deadpan, so matter-of-fact, and he said it with such confidence that you almost wondered if he had said this to other potential lovers in the past. Technically, it wasn’t an outright rejection, and the implications of what he had said only intrigued you more.

“If you don’t want this you can just come out and say it. You don’t have to try to scare me off with some cryptic warning,” you said, finally regaining some composure and trying your best not to sound too wounded.

“Нет, I am being honest.” He gave a nervous chuckle, a noise that sounded entirely foreign coming from the confident and clamorous man you imagined him to be based on what you had seen on the battlefield. “I want this,” he motioned towards you. “But you would break.”

“What, do you have a bit of a sadistic side?” you asked. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you, let alone deter you. However, the large man shook his head, immediately dashing the multitude of fantasies birthed from that possibility.

Heavy laughed again, as if it was his default reaction to nervousness. “It is simpler than that.” He looked you over with a sigh. “You are very small.”

“So? Everything is small to you, you’re fucking massive-” You stopped in your tracks, eyes going wide. What he was trying to imply finally dawned on you. Whether it was embarrassment, a language barrier, or even just an attempt to be delicate that kept Heavy from outright saying that he thought his dick was too large for you, you didn’t know.

When you finally worked up the nerve to look him in the eyes, he simply gave a solemn nod, confirming that you had indeed connected the dots accurately. Still, a little voice in the back of your head reminded you that you still hadn’t been rejected. In fact, you were emboldened by the fact that Heavy had outright admitted that he did want you. So, with a smirk, you continued, albeit a bit more cautiously.

“I’m not a weak willed man, Heavy.” Your words earned yet another laugh, and you knew the heat in your cheeks was turning your skin a bright shade of red. “I mean it! I want to try, and I think you do too.”

Heavy took a deep breath, his face going serious. For a moment, you thought you were finally going to be dismissed, but what you got proved to be the exact opposite. “You will say if it hurts.” His tone made it clear that this wasn’t a request, but a necessity. You nodded, taking a few steps closer to him. “You will say if you need to stop.” He was guiding you to the bed now, an arm wrapped around your back. It seemed you would be staying in his quarters, his bed being larger and more comfortable. “You understand?”

You were giddy with anticipation, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t clung into every word. You were in the bed now, looking up at him from where you were seated on the mattress. “I understand, Heavy,” you said. It was only then that he joined you, climbing onto the bed next to you and pulling you into his lap with ease. Your heart raced and it took you a few moments to do the obvious, leaning forward to close the distance between the two of you. That first kiss was quick, almost chaste as you parted moments later with a sigh and a sultry whisper. “I want you.”

One hand came up to cradle the back of your head as you pressed your lips against him again, trying to trail down further along his jaw and neck. Heavy seemed to have other plans however, taking your chin and tilting you back up to his mouth, encouraging you to slow down, to savor this. Going slow would become not only a luxury, but a necessity if he really was as large as he claimed. That said, you still couldn’t resist the urge to squirm in his lap to take the edge off, which eventually turned into outright grinding against each other while still clothed. You moaned, letting Heavy deepen the kiss as he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your confidence began to waver when Heavy suddenly bucked up against you. His cock was straining against the fabric of his pants, and even while still in its confines you could tell that you may have underestimated the challenge you had undertaken. You tried to take solace in the slow pace, in the way Heavy worked his lips against yours, letting yourself believe that your nerves were simply getting the better of you, but a nagging little voice told you that you had to be sure.

You pulled away with a gasp, not realizing how long you had gone without parting for air. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling it rise and fall beneath your palms before you were tugging at his belt, unfastening it with far less finesse than you were going for. Every movement felt clumsy and awkward, making your face burn as you tossed the belt aside, unbuttoned his trousers and finally freed his cock.

Oh fuck.

You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t stare, that you would maintain some semblance of dignity at the very least. Still, you couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight. “Oh, wow. That’s…” you trailed off, floundering with your words until Heavy mercifully finished your sentence for you.

“Large?” he said. You managed to tear your gaze away to look up at him, being met with a smug expression that could only be translated as ‘I told you so.’ The worst part was, he was right.

You knew Heavy would be big. Even if he hadn’t warned you, the man was essentially a giant, especially compared to you, so you could have inferred as much. Yet the reality of seeing him hard and flushed for you was beyond anything you had imagined. Shaking your head, you pushed your concerns aside, at least for now. After all, there were other ways to pleasure someone.

“I was going to say impressive!” You lied through your teeth, reaching forward to grasp Heavy’s cock. Once again your confidence wavered as you noticed that your hand could barely wrap around him. Still, you continued, stroking Heavy firmly, listening to the soft groan he tried to choke back. “Very impressive,” you whispered again, mostly to yourself.

After eliciting a few more groans your confidence began to renew itself. You let yourself go faster, and even get a bit rough at times. Then again, for Heavy, what you considered rough probably wasn’t much more bothersome than a fly. On the other hand, you got plenty of time to get up close and personal with what you would be dealing with later, and it quickly became apparent that he wasn’t yet completely hard when you first unfastened his belt.

“You are shaking,” Heavy said, distracting you from your musings. There was a hint of concern in his voice. At first you were confused, but a quick glance at your hand showed it to be true. You hadn’t even noticed until Heavy pointed it out, but your hands were trembling and a perpetual shiver had overtaken your body, leaving goosebumps over your skin and a nervous chill running up your spine.

“It’s probably just anticipation,” you said, only to find that even your voice was beginning to shake. It wasn’t entirely a lie, there was definitely some anticipation in what you were feeling, but anxiety was certainly the more dominant emotion. You stroked him faster, quickly distracting Heavy from any further concerns he may have had. The low groan and the way his length throbbed under your touch was quite rewarding, and you managed to regain some confidence. “That feels good, doesn’t it? I’m good with more than just my hands.”

You were quick to demonstrate just that, leaning down to take Heavy into your mouth as deep as you could, stopping just short of gagging. Using your hands to stroke whatever you couldn’t take in, you set to work, bobbing your head while Heavy moaned and gripped the sheets hard, relishing the feeling of your hot mouth on his cock. He was exercising a remarkable amount of self control, not daring to buck up into your throat. You were especially thankful for that. While you may have been able to eventually work Heavy past your gag reflex with enough time and patience, you knew that if he were to outright facefuck you, it would probably be a far less pleasant experience.

You probably wouldn't be able to get Heavy to treat you that roughly even if you asked though. He had been shockingly gentle with you throughout this. Considering he had tried to scare you away at first, you would have expected something a bit more intense. Perhaps you wouldn’t have minded that, as you realized that Heavy could probably manhandle you with ease if he wanted to.

The very thought made you moan around him, feeling yourself grow achingly hard at the thought of that even as you tried to focus on your current task. You licked up the shaft, teasing the larger man before plunging him into your mouth once again, not letting the taste of precum on your tongue bother you one bit. You were so focused that you may have just sucked Heavy to completion then and there if he hadn’t taken you by the hair, gently tugging until you had been pulled off of his cock with a soft whine.

“Your turn,” Heavy said, moving to undress you. His fingers tugging at the waistband of your pants. He was still so gentle, as if worried that the smallest wrong move would hurt you. When he finally managed to unfasten the buttons and zipper, you knew you had to admit defeat.

“Heavy, I…” you stammered. Heavy immediately stopped, looking up at you, waiting patiently for you to continue. You gave him an apologetic look. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

You knew your skin was flushed. You could feel the heat in your cheeks and you avoided looking him in the eye, embarrassed at how in over your head you were. You opened your mouth to apologize when you felt Heavy’s hand on your cheek, caressing softly as he turned your gaze back to him.

“There are other ways,” Heavy said. “If you still want this.”

“I do,” you said, leaning into his touch.

“Come, sit here.” You were pulled into Heavy’s lap again, one arm hooked around your back. Before you could ask what the plan was you were cut off with a gasp, feeling Heavy take hold of your cock and begin to stroke. His hands were so large, practically engulfing you. You cursed softly, instinctively trying to thrust up into his fist only to be held still. “Нет, do not move yet. Let Heavy take care of you.”

You tilted your head, a little confused. Then again, you certainly weren’t opposed to the idea of being taken care of. So you let yourself be pampered, resting your head on Heavy’s chest as he began to pump your cock faster. You moaned, grasping his shirt in your fists, bracing yourself against him. For now, he was your rock to cling to.

“Heavy! Oh god, Mikhail!” You felt him shudder slightly at the use of his real name, and for a moment you were worried you had crossed a line. However, a quick glance up at his face proved otherwise. For the first time, you had managed to make Heavy blush. Still, he met your gaze with a calm smile.

“You make pretty sounds.” It was a simple statement, one that made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t even realized how shameless you had become with your moans. Either you had stopped caring the moment Heavy started touching you or you had lost the ability to even try to stifle yourself. Whatever the reason for your lack of volume control, you could at least take pride in the fact that Heavy enjoyed your reactions. Still, you couldn��t help but feel that you were being far too passive.

“Wait, it’s not fair that you- fuck!” You stammered between moans, trying futilely to string your words together coherently. You placed your hand on Heavy’s, making him pause and allowing you to finally speak. “I want you to feel good too.”

Heavy opened his mouth as if to speak, and if he was about to protest, you didn’t give him the chance to, catching him off guard with a heated kiss. You managed to take control for a time, feeling him release your cock. You nearly melted at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you firmly against him, but you couldn’t let yourself lose focus yet.

You could feel him against you, the need he was denying. He was still slick with spit from earlier. With a soft sigh, you began to move your hips against him like before, feeling your own cock press against his as you bucked forward, sliding against his length.

Heavy gasped and you leaned back, clutching onto his shoulders for some sort of leverage as your hips canted, grinding against him and relishing the moments when you were able to get some soft noise of pleasure from the surprisingly reserved man. Given how he was in battle, you would have expected Heavy to be louder, but so far he had managed to truly defy all your expectations.

He let you buck against him for a while before pushing back, and for a moment you were afraid you had done something wrong. Those thoughts were quickly put to bed when he proceeded to wrap his massive hand around both your cock and his own. A harsh gasp escaped you as Heavy pumped the two of you in unison, his breaths growing ragged and uneven. It was even more evident when he spoke, his voice low and gravelly. “Feels good, да?”

After a few moments of trying and failing to respond with any coherent words, you gave up and simply nodded with a dazed moan. You barely saw the satisfied smile Heavy gave you, enjoying the sight of you shuddering in delight, resisting the urge to buck into his fist. It was clear that you had completely forgotten about the slight hiccup in your original plans. So what if you couldn’t take him? This unique sensation was even better than what you had originally hoped for, so new and deliciously pleasurable for the both of you.

You threw your head back when Heavy picked up the pace, letting out breathy, pant-like moans as precum began to bead at the tip of your cock. “Whole base will hear you,” Heavy warned, although by the way his breath hitched, you had a feeling he didn’t really care. You didn’t care either. You were far too close to give a shit about who heard you screaming in ecstasy. It felt like you could come undone at any moment, muscles spasming and trembling as you frantically chased that high until the sensation of Heavy’s thumb running over the sensitive head of your cock finally brought you over the edge.

Heavy stroked you in long, languid motions as you rode out your climax, letting your release spill over his knuckles, slickening his touch. You were bucking against him now, having fully lost the will to keep from moving, and the feeling of you thrusting against him coupled with the ministrations of his own hand was what made him come undone not long after you. He was surprisingly reserved, his climax signaled with only a low moan, his hand going still only after you began to whimper from overstimulation.

Almost immediately you collapsed, landing on the plush pillows with a thud and a groan. You were spent, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed about it, the afterglow leaving you in an unwavering state of euphoria. Your eyes shut and you were immobile, boneless in a way that would usually leave you feeling vulnerable, but you knew there was nothing to fear. You weren’t sure how long the silence had stretched for when you finally spoke.

“Fuck, that was really good,” you muttered, not even caring about how cliché it sounded. You didn’t get a response, and you opened your eyes to find that Heavy had left the bed, cleaning himself up and retrieving one of the water bottles that were distributed among the mercs. When he was back at your side he lifted you upright, pressing the cool bottle into your still shaky hands.

You barely managed to get the cap off as Heavy gently encouraged you to drink. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the feeling of being cared for. “Thank you, Misha,” you said after taking a long drink from the bottle, nearly downing half of it once you realized how thirsty you were. He made a soft sound of acknowledgement as he began to clean you up to the best of his ability, letting you relax comfortably once you placed the bottle on the nightstand and collapsed back onto the bed.

It didn’t occur to you in the moment that with you splayed out on the mattress, Heavy couldn’t exactly fit next to you. However that problem was solved with little effort when he simply maneuvered your aching body for himself, making you gasp as you were essentially placed on top of him, draped over his immense body.

“Is this comfortable for you?” you asked, raising your head as much as your energy sapped body would allow you to. “I mean, I’m literally about to fall asleep on top of you.”

“This is fine,” he said with a smirk, seeming to find the very idea that you could make him uncomfortable to be humorous. “You are like a…” he thought for a while, searching for the right term, before his eyes lit up. “Weighted blanket! Very comfortable.” He draped an arm over your back, keeping you securely pressed against him as if to emphasize his point.

You chuckled softly, finding yourself at peace with that explanation and letting yourself relax, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Heavy’s breathing under your head. If you listened closely enough you could probably make out the steady beat of the ubercharge heart, a staccato rhythm that lulled you to sleep within moments.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #heavy x male reader #heavy x reader #tf2 heavy #heavy tf2 #heavy team fortress 2 #male reader #masc reader #kinktober

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lastchancestardomm · 3 months

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If I had a cock I would let Spy from TF2 step on my balls

#tf2 #team fortress two #team fortress 2 #team fortress spy #tf2 spy #the spy #spy x reader #tf2 spy x reader #spy x male reader #trans

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popawritter12 · 18 days

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Amo tus escritos! Estaba buscando algo así desde hace mucho.

Quería preguntarte- ¿A qué yanderes les importaría tu consentimiento y a quienes no?

Si te hace sentir incómodx escribir algo así, puedes ignorarme.

Author's note: Anon, ¿puedo decirte que te amo?

ADORO ESTA IDEA, Y SIEMPRE LA QUISE HACER PERO NO ENCONTRABA UN BUEN CONTEXTO, PERO ¿EL CONSENTIMIENTO? DIOS QUE BUENA IDEA.

/english: Anon, can I tell you that I love you?

I LOVE THIS IDEA, AND I ALWAYS WANTED TO DO IT BUT I DIDN'T FIND A GOOD CONTEXT, BUT CONSENT? GOD WHAT A GOOD IDEA.

Also, thank you so much for your very original request <3<3<3!!!

So, with your amazing idea, let me open a new series of posts that I have long needed to do.

It will be called

“In each situation, how would this Yandere react?”

In this case, let's start with 5 archetypes: -Is not interested in your consent. -It's important, but in an extreme case may not need it. -Thinks it is important only in sex. -Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick. -Does not understand what consent is

And, since you didn't specify which fandom, I'm going to list some of the ones I'm in! <3

Let's start with the soft.

Without your consent doesn't even touch you with a stick.

League of Legends

Alistar, Bardo, Blitzcrank, Braum, Ivern, Kalista, Kassadin, Maokai, Nautilus, Rakan, Shen, Soraka, Taric, Wukong, Yone, Karma.

Kengan Ashura

Yoshinari Karo, Haruo Kono, Jun Sekibayashi (<3<3), Mikazuchi Rei, Mokichi Robinson, Suekichi Kaneda, Agito Kanoh.

Stardew Valley

Krobus, Willy, Linus.

Team Fortress 2

Engineer.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Erina, Jonathan Joestar, Speedwagon, William Zeppelin.

Part 2: Smokey, Wamu.

Part 3: Joseph Joestar

Part 4: Tonio, Reimi Sugimoto, Koichi,

Part 5: Doppio.

Part 6: Foo Fighters

Part 7:Lucy Steel.

Demon Slayer

Ozaki, Genya, Nezuko, Mitsuri, Tanjiro, Gyutaro, Gyomei, Tamayo and Yushiro

TMNT: MM

Mikey (<3) April.

Mortal Kombat 1

Liu Kang, Geras, Smoke, Baraka, Asharh,

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

BladeWolf.

Thinks it is important only in sex

League of Legends

Akshan, Aphelios, Camille, Ekko, Ezreal, Darius, Hwei, Illaoi, K'sante, Leona, Nilah, Pantheon, Pyke, Riven, Ryze, Yoeick, Yasuo, Xhin Zhao, Sarah Fortune, Taliyah, Ornn, Tryndamere, Nami, Janna, Kai'sa, Kindred (sheep), Senna, Udyr, Varus, Garen, Lee Sin, Master Yi.

Kengan Ashura

Kaolan Wongsawat, Saw Paing Yoroizuka, Gensai Kuroki, Ryo Inaba, Seishu Akoya, Takeru Kiohzan, Jerry Tyson, Niko Tokita, Adam Dudley, Ren Nikaido, Takeshi Wakatsuki, Ryo Himuro, Marvelous Seki, and Ichiro Nakata.

Stardew Valley

Maru, Emily, Marnie, Sandy, Caroline, Harvey, Robin, Marlon, Rasmodius, Clint.

Team Fortress 2

Heavy, Scout, Soldier and Spy.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Lisa Lisa, Joseph Joestar,

Part 3: Kakyoin, Avdol, N'doul, Mariah, Hol Horse.

Part 4: Shigechi, Jotaro, Okuyasu.

Part 5: Bucciarati, Giorno, Fugo, Risotto Nero, Pesci, Trish Una, Squalo, Tiziano

Part 6: Hermes, Weather Report.

Part 7. Gyro, Hot Pants, Funny Valentine, Pocoloco.

Demon Slayer

Giyu, Yorichi, Kyojuro, Urokodaki, Kanae, Kagaya Ubayashiki, Kanao, Muichiro, Obanai, Akaza, Sabito, Murata.

TMNT MM

Leonardo and Donatello.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kung Lao, Raiden, Syzoth, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Sindel, Li Mei,

Metal Gear Rising

Armstrong, Boris, Sam, Raiden, Courtney, Kevin.

It is important, but in an extreme case could “forget” about it

League of Legends

Ahri, Akali, Azir, Caitlyn, Fiora, Irelia, Jarvan IV, Jayce, Kayle, Kayn, Morgana, Quinn, Rell, Sett, Shyvana, Sona, Swain, Sylas, Twisted Fate, Luxana, Vayne, Victor, Xayah, Zeri, Alune, Olaf, Seraphine, Ashe, Diana, Lucian, Nasus, Sivir, Talon.

Kengan Ashura

Cosmo Imai, Tokita Ohma, Muteba Gizenga, Sen Hatsumi, Naoya Ohkubo, Keizaro Sawada, Julius Reinhold, Sen Hatsumi,

Stardew Valley

Abigail, Alex, Elliot, Gunther, Haley, Leah, Kent, Jody, Penny, Sebastian, Sam and Shane.

Team Fortress 2

Demoman and Sniper.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Straizo.

Part 2: Stroheim, Esidisi. Caesar Zeppelin

Part 3: Polnareff, Jotaro, Vanilla Ice.

Part 4: Josuke, Yuya Fungami, Rohan,

Part 5: Mista, Ghiaccio, Narancia, Abaccio, Prosciutto.

Part 6: Anasui, Jolyne, Pucci.

Part 7: Dio, Jhonny Joestar.

Demon Slayer

Zenitsu, Kokushibo, Sanemi, Uzui, Daki, Shinjuro.

TMNTMM

Raphael.

Mortal Kombat 1

Kitana, Mileena, Kuai Liang and Rain.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Sundower, Moonson.

Is not interested in your consent

League of Legends

Aatrox, Bel'veth, Brand, Cassiopeia, Draven, Elise, Evelynn, Gangplank, Graves, Jhin, Katarina, KKhartus, Le Blanc, Lissandra, Mordekaiser, Nidalee, Quiyana, Renata Glasc, Renekton, Sejuani, Singed, Syndra, Thresh, Urgot, Vi, Virgo, Vladimir, Xerath, Zyra, Tham Kench, Malzahar.

Kengan Ashura

Karla Kure, Raian Kure, Setsuna Kiryu, Hajime Hanafusa and Yohei Bando.

Stardew Valley

Mr. Qi and Morris.

Team Fortress 2

Medic.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Dio .

Part 2: Kars.

Part 3: Dio, Mariah, D'Arby,

Part 4: Yoshikage Kira, Yukako, Akira Otoishi,

Part 5: Cioccolata, Melone, Formaggio, Illuso.

Demon Slayer

Douma, Enmu, Muzan, Shinobu, Gyokko, Hantengu, Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Zobakuten, Uzami, Nakime and Kaigaku,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

Bi Han, Shao Kang, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, Nitara, Reiko and Havik.

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance

Mistral

Don't know the concept of consent

League of Legends

Briar, Dr.Mundo, Galio, Gwen, Hecarim, Jinx, Lillia, Neeko, Orianna, Rek'sai, Rengar, Shaco, Sion, Skarner, Trundle, Vel'koz, Volibear, Warwick, Zac, Aurelion Sol.

Kengan Ashura

(none)

Stardew Valley

(none)

Team Fortress 2

(none)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 2: Santana.

Part 4: Mikitaka.

Part 5:Secco.

Demon Slayer

Inosuke,

TMNTMM

(none)

Mortal Kombat 1

(none)

CON ESTO TERMINAMOS

Fue hermoso, espero que les haya gustado leer esta pequeña lista salida d mi creatividad y del pedido de este anon ;)

/ english

WITH THIS WE END

It was beautiful, I hope you liked reading this little list from my creativity and this anon's request ;)

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prettyboypistol · 2 months

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How mercs would react after having a wet dream

TF2 Mercs' Wet Dreams! ||TF2 x M!Reader|| +18 obviously

Scout

He imagines you shirtless and on his bed all cheesy porno style, you coax him over and pull him to the bed, kissing over his chest and murmuring about just how badly you need him.

He loves dreaming about you riding him and sucking him off, especially when you suffocate him in your chest and hold him close.

He has a recurring dream of you breathing heavily, panting out "Scout, Scout! Scout!" as you jerk yourself off as you ride.

Cums in his sleep and jerks off in the morning, sneaking away to wash the sheets early that morning.

Soldier

Solly is inspecting your dress code and orders you to attention for the formal inspection.

"Private! Will you do anything for your country?" "Sir, Yessir!" "No matter the cost, will you defend this base?!" "Sir, Yessir!" His voice a little quieter, yet slightly commanding as he leans into you. "Then show your major just how much you need his lead."

God, he loves imagining you in formal military dress as you kneel before him, praising his battle tactics and mouth full of dick.

Doesn't cum in his sleep, but it's a 70-30 shot that he'll grunt your name into his pillow as he ruts against his mattress.

Pyro

They imagine you as an angel, dawned in gloarious robes and with a halo and wings. Pyro isn't worthy- not a monster like them that can barely stay sane- yet you invite them forward and kiss their mask's forehead as you hike up your robe to expose yourself. "It's alright darling, you can touch me."

Secretly, Pyro wants to deflower you. They know you're probably not a virgin, but the idea of spoiling your virginity is so hot to them. The first one to touch your body, the first one to ruin you.

Pyro kneels and nuzzles your thighs in reverence as they touch you the way they desire. Their touches leave purple-black marks wherever they touch, actually staining you with sin. They feel so guilty about ruining an angel like you, but you're allowing them to!

Pyro does cum in their sleep, whimpering and writhing against their suit.

Demoman

Tavish's wet dreams start out like normal dreams- in a bar, drinking his heart out back in Scotland with his friends. Then he sees you from across the room. You give him a look that invites him over as you bite your bottom lip.

"Hey there sexy, you look like you could use some company." You flirt, petting Demoman's bicep. Tavish laughs and escorts you to the back of the bar, magically turned into a nicer bedroom as he lays you down.

It's a bit of a haze, but Tavish remembers thrusting into you and imagining how tight you mush be, he dreams about fingering you open with the hilt of eyelander if he's feeling a little fantasy-based rather than in the year of the lord 1971.

Sometimes he dreams of you fucking him, and those are the dreams that wake him up to stained sheets.

Heavy

In the cold russian nights, you knock on the door asking for a place to stay. Mikhail ushers you in and offers you a warm bath, which you graciously accept. Little do you know that there is a little hole in the wooden walls, where Heavy keeps an eye on you.

Mikhail touches himself to the sight of your naked back, as you seen to have the same idea in the bath, reveling in the now warm touches of your hands against your skin.

He hears you moan out his name as you masturbate, and that only fuels his fire more. He usually climaxes to a particularly loud and desperate begging from your lips.

Wakes up with a raging boner that he mostly will ignore, but will rarely take care of himself to the thought of you.

Engineer

You're kidnapped, tied up by the enemy- but you're naked and begging for someone to touch you! Engie is there to rescue you, but you look so handsome all vulnerable like that- you understand, don't you, darlin'?

Dell fucks you as you're tied up in the chair and mutters dirty things that make his sleeping body blush as he promises to fuck you in every way he can as he fucks you like a desperate man.

The feeling of your tightening around him and begging to let you cum, please don't call him daddy, he'll stain his sheets!

Is massively ashamed to touch himself when he's awake to thr thought of his coworker

Medic

You. On his operating table. Bound by the belts and struggling to escape as your dick is hard and tied with a little bow at the base. "To Medic" the gift tag says. Wouldn't it be rude to not use a gift?

He imagines you drunk on lust as he injects both you and himself with an aphrodesiac. Hazily, you two fuck on base instincts for hours as he shoves his cock deep into you over and over again, orgasm after orgasm until he was thoroughly used.

But you break your restraints, pin him against the table and fuck him from behind. It's your turn to use him like the cocksleeve he knows he is. Use him like a fleshlight, just as rough as you always imagine!

Doesn't cum in his sleep but jerks off into a test tube for research purposes later.

Spy

You and Spy are making out in his smoking room before you lay him down onto the couch, unbuttoning his suit and kissing all the skin you can reach as you undress him.

You finger him lazily with one hand, pouring him a glass of wine with the other. The glass is left on the side table as you suck hickeys into his thighs before you thrust into him.

It starts off slow- as it always does, you're always gentle at first- then you pick up the pace, drilling into him with reckless abandon as you chase your pleasure.

Spy sleepily jerks himself off from over his pyjama pants, more asleep than awake as he dreams of you absolutely wrecking him.

Sniper

He imagines you fucking yourself with your fingers in his Sniper Nest, holding his shirt close to you. You fuck yourself stupid as you moan out "Mundy, oh god, Mick- please fuck me!"

Mick loves watching, just like the creep he is. He loves the shame of watching someone through a sniper scope, even if he's not watching intimate moments like that. During missions, he likes to rub one out as he watches people do mundane things.

He fucks his fist in his sleep to the sight of you seducing him- the idea of you wanting him just as much as he wants you drives him insane.

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NOT SURE IF ANYONE ELSE REQ THIS.... nsfw yandere emesis blue Medic please !! He was literally so caring and kind at the beginning and watching him delve into madness and being like.. that ...was so hot and so good for yandere material! thank u :D

ALRIGHTY! so this one's a little different than what I usually write, and honestly, Medic doesn't have much yandere-behavior until the final scene, but I hope you enjoy, thank you so much for the request!

(This is meant to take place during chapter 5, after he tries to revive Scout in the respawn machine, sees himself over Scout's Ma's body, gets burned by Pyro and is hiding out in a Chapel. And before he's found by Spy and Soldier.)

Title: Heaven Waits

Character: Emesis Blue! Medic 🕊️

Rating: X, MINORS DNI! GO PLAY OUTSIDE!

Content Warnings: Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death

Word Count: 5.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive." Laurie Anderson explaining her Attraction to Moby Dick

"Is this a dream?" You wondered as you listened to your footsteps echoing in the hollow nothingness stretching endlessly around you. If all this was a dream, you wanted to wake up again. What felt like hours had passed since you woke up in the fetal position on the ground with no memory of how you got here and a full canteen of water strapped around your neck.

While you weren't hungry, thirsty, or tired, you were overwhelmed by a bewildering sense of loneliness, an anxiety in isolation that only intensified the longer you plodded along. You were almost sure this was a dream, given the surreal lack of life around you, no other humans, no buzzing insects, chirping birds, or scurrying of some mammal- just you and the sound of the wind. The world around you appeared hazy, shrouded by dark shadows, making you wonder if you were lost in civilization or the wilderness.

Every now and then, you could hear something in the distance, some nondescript moan or growling sound like nothing you couldn't imagine making you freeze up and feel all the more helpless. But just as you were beginning to wonder if you'd been walking in circles, you could see what appeared to be a little urban outskirt in the darkened horizon. And before you could even consider if you were about to run straight into danger, you found yourself racing in the direction of quasi-familiarity. Specifically, something called you toward a squat derelict chapel a distance from the rest of the buildings. Something deep down urged you forward- convinced you were meant to go inside. Like someone was in there waiting for you, someone who could cure you of the crushing loneliness.

The sight of something recognizable filled you with hope; not only was it an actual building, but you could swear you saw the outline of a person inside. You spotted a massive hole in the building beside the shoddily boarded-up door and windows just big enough to crawl through. The chapel appeared rickety by age; the outside was veined with cracks and spotted with gaping holes of missing walls, making the building appear even more fragile. You couldn't guess how long this place was abandoned, but the idea of no longer wandering the darkness lost and alone gave you all the incentive needed to investigate the inside.

Standing on the other side of the drafty chapel stood a tall man with a familiar silhouette, facing away from you, breaking the silence with a whisper hardly loud enough for you to hear. "Gott hilf mir."

"Medic, is that you?" While you were hopeful, the idea of finding a friendly face in the confusing nightmare you'd awoken in seemed too good to be true, and you were careful not to get too close to the figure before discovering precisely who it was. As you drew closer, inch by agonizing inch, you held your breath, biting down on your lower lip nervously. Too scared to get any closer, you watched with wide, terrified eyes as the figure turned to face you, revealing himself to be exactly who you hoped, though now that you could see his face, you were struck by just how different he looked.

"I am here." Was all he had to say as you paced across the uneven chapel floors in his direction. Not only did he look different, but his voice sounded horse, hardly like the man you knew.

Medic looked years older. The bags under his eyes seemed heavier in the low lighting, and the sweat coating his face emphasized his fine lines, somehow making his face appear more gaunt. You could tell by the way he was facing the light something was off about the half of his face concealed by shadows, but you couldn't quite see. More disturbingly, as you looked down, you realized blood drenched his bare forearms and hands, staining them bright red; his vest and shirt were so soaked with blood it formed little red rivulets trailing down his pants.

You couldn't imagine what he'd gone through before you found him. To your disappointment, he hardly reacted to your presence, watching you with dull eyes, arms slackened at his sides as he stared straight ahead through the window on the far wall.

Pausing a few paces away, you wrung your hands together nervously, fiddling with the canteen, listening to the water quietly sloshing inside. "Medic, what happened to you?" The question was so blunt you almost felt embarrassed saying it out loud. He sighed heavily, breaking away from the window, taking a seat at the nearby pew, which creaked as he sat, slumped forward, burying his head in his hands.

"It's Fritz."

"Huh?"Timidly you approached the bench as though waiting for permission before sitting down, though, to your disappointment, he continued to regard you with little more than melancholic disinterest. Still, he didn't pull away, which you took as an invitation to sit beside him.

He took his glasses off, leaving them on the side of the bench away from you. Fritz used his hand to rub the sweat from his tired eyes. "It's Fritz now. I have no right to call myself a Medic. Not anymore."

You were about to say something, but he spoke first, "I can't save anyone."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing; sitting beside him on the bench with the canteen on your lap, you whispered, "You don't really believe that do you?"

"I know so." He responded, pressing his lips together into a hard line as though trying to hold in tears. Clearly, he must be referring to what he'd been through before, whatever it was you hadn't witnessed, but thinking back a little further, you remembered how hard Medic took Scout getting laid off. But you were told it was a complication regarding the respawn machine, and you couldn't understand how Fritz blamed himself for this.

"But, Medi- sorry, Fritz, you don't really blame yourself for what happened to Scout, do you?"

He nodded once solemnly, "I do."

"It wasn't your fault, I don't… Fritz, I don't understand why everything's gone insane since the respawn machine went down, but none of this is your fault! I don't know what's going on around here, but let's try and find our way back home; if we work together, we could-"

He shook his head, furrowing his brow, groaning in frustration, "You don't understand! You haven't seen what I've seen. If you knew what I've done- what I did to that poor boy, you'd never want to see me again." Fritz's voice cracked with emotion, like even saying Scout's name hurt him.

There was no way he would tell you what he'd seen, but you refused to believe his words. "That can't be true."

"I made Jeremy go through respawn! I knew it was dangerous, but I forced him through anyway! I was reckless- I was stupid! I'm the one who turned him into a smear of blood on the floor!" His hands balled into fists, clutching the fabric of his pants as he shouted. You could feel your stomach drop imagining what happened to Scout in this awful place, but you also felt all the more compelled to get Fritz out of here.

Turning to lean closer to him, you reached out to touch his blood-splattered arm, pleading, "Fritz, please, don't talk like that. I don't know what you're going through, but I can't stand by and let you give up like this! Come back to base with me, I know we don't know how to fix this yet, but we can't do anything sticking around here! We need to move now!"

He looked up, eyes unfocused and haunted, speaking in a hoarse croak. "For God's sake, he was so young- He had his entire life ahead of him, and I took all that away. If his mother knew what I'd done-" His voice broke off into a choked sob, "Oh God, his mother-"

Fritz held his head in his hands as he began panting erratically, almost hyperventilating, his knuckles going white as he fisted his hair, his terror was impossible to understand, and you were almost too scared to get any closer for fear of intensifying his anxiety, but seeing him tormented hurt too much. Leaning close enough to feel his breath on your face, you placed your hands over his, gently pulling them from the sides of his face to your lap over the canteen. Fritz wouldn't meet your gaze, focusing squarely on the sight of your hands wrapped around his, trying to calm his trembling. A part of you wanted to know exactly what happened to Scout's mother, but you doubted Fritz was in the state to talk about it.

"Fritz, we need to get you out of here before-"

To your surprise, Fritz began to laugh wildly between his dog-like panting, the sound giving you goosebumps, "Before what? Before I'm killed again? Can't you see- there is no way out!"

Your mouth went dry. "Killed… again?"

He didn't answer, rocking back and forth as he laughed. You shouted desperately, squeezing his hands between yours, "Fritz, what's happened to you?"

He laughed maniacally for a moment until it quieted to a chuckle, "Maybe you're right… None of this is real. None of this makes sense, none of this means anything, and it's all a matter of time before I die for good. If I were you, I'd run. Save yourself from me while you can!" His grin terrified you, the expression so frightening it made him appear even less like himself. Only now, with your forced closeness, registered the scar of burnt tissue from his left ear, down the side of his face, almost extending down his neck. Once you noticed the blotch, it was impossible to look away.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced yourself to speak. "I don't understand any of this more than you do, Fritz, but I won't leave without you. I would never leave you behind. I don't care what you've done here, for God's sake- you're a good man! You don't deserve to die alone here!" You could see his face visibly sour when you called him a 'good man.'

Drawing a deep breath, he slouched back a little, reclining against the pew but keeping his hands on your lap. "Do you believe there's another side? Will there be an afterlife when you die? Will there be any mercy for people like me? Or is this my eternity?"

Hearing him admit defeat like this was so unlike the Fritz you knew; it was almost insulting to hear. "Stop talking like that! You're not going to die, and you aren't dead yet; please, let me get you out of here!"

His eyes narrowed as he finally looked you in the eye. "Do you remember how you got here?"

You blinked, "What?"

He continued in a sharp tone, "Do you know how long you've been here?"

"Fritz, what do you-"

You could feel his fists tightening between your hands as he continued, "Tell me, how do you know you're not already dead?"

Your eyes widened hearing him say that. No matter how hopeful you tried to sound, you had no answer for him. Fritz was right. You had no idea how long you'd wandered the darkness trying to find another living person, how you got here, or why you were brought here. You genuinely had no idea how you came to wake up here, and you couldn't entirely deny the possibility you really were dead.

You felt so cold, while you could feel your heart beating, your hands felt numb, and you felt yourself swaying in your seat, unable to remain steady as Fritz continued to question you. But it couldn't be true. You refused to let yourself believe it was so!

There was no getting through to him like this, pushing the canteen off your lap onto the bench to stand up facing him. You closed the distance between the two of you until you were close enough to crawl onto his lap, legs straddling either side of his body. He looked slightly baffled but didn't make any effort to pull away. Cupping the sides of his face with the palms of your hands, you forced a small, compassionate smile. He pulled back slightly, pressing his back harder against the bench, though he made no effort to push you off. "Fritz, no matter what happens to us or what you do, I'll always wait for you. I will always try to find you."

"Why?" He muttered.

"I care about you; I always will. There is nothing you can do to change that." You had no idea if you were saying the right thing or not, but to further convince him, you pressed a loving, almost parental kiss to the top of his head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, gently pressing yourself as tight up against him as possible, signing in with content and relief when you felt his arms numbly wrap around your waist. His body felt cold, and you suspected yours did too, but up against each other like this, at least it would be easier to warm up.

Fritz felt so small and vulnerable in your arms, more fragile than you'd ever seen him before. The feeling of his weak arms wrapped around your body was as sweet as it was heartbreaking. He squeezed you tighter as you pressed your forehead against the top of his head, rubbing tiny circles into his scalp with your fingertips as you hummed quietly.

Touching his cheek with a trembling hand, you inquired gently, "What happened to your face?"

His lips pressed into a hard line as he turned his face, pulling away slightly, "It's nothing... It doesn't hurt." You could tell he didn't want you to worry about him, but your eyes drifted down as you got a closer look at how roughed up he really was.

"Your hands are covered in blood- Is it… yours?"

He shook his head, "The Conaghers."

Blood splattered from his fingertips to elbows and caked the front of his vest and undershirt. Placing both hands on the top buttons of his vest, you began undoing the buttons.

"What are you doing?" He sounded dazed but didn't try to stop you, which you took as a sign to continue, trying not to get too grossed by the dry, crusted blood stains that stiffened the fabric.

"You're filthy. I'm going to clean you up." Hopping down from his lap, you worked to completely undo his vest; you helped him shrug it off, placing it beside him on the pew.

"What's the point? You'll just waste your water." He sounded pessimistic but compliant as you undid the buttons on his undershirt. As you suspected, the blood seeped entirely through the fabric, crusts of blood getting caught in his chest hair, staining his skin, and you couldn't help but worry for a moment you wouldn't have enough water to get the job done. While you'd seen him covered in blood countless times before, seeing him so beaten down and depressed while enveloped in gore made it hard to look at him.

Forcing half a smile, you replied, "C'mon, don't worry about that. Let me do what I can to help."

Without another thought, you stepped back a little, pulling off your shirt, pouring out most of the water in the canteen to drench the fabric, then pressing the wet cloth to his shoulder. "This will probably feel a little cold. Just try to relax, alright?"

You could swear you saw his eyes lingering on your exposed body for a moment before nodding, letting his eyes drift shut, and sighing softly as you began to work the cold cloth against his chest.

Trying to remove all the blood coating him was a tall order; Fritz was a big guy, and you only had so much water at your disposal, but you couldn't help but notice the tension slowly draining from his face as you continued to wipe away the blood. His breathing began to deepen and slow as your fingers crept from his chest lower down. It would be easy to try and get even lower, but you wanted to keep Fritz mellow and take as much time as possible. After you'd cleaned his upper chest, you drapped the cloth around his neck and began massaging the taunt muscles in his shoulders, trying to work some tension from his upper back.

Fritz's head lulled a bit further back as you pressed your fingers harder into his flesh. You could watch him like this forever, but you forced yourself to focus on where he was the dirtiest, his hands. You wrung out the rag and dowsed some more water on it before kneeling down. Creeping closer to plant yourself between his spread legs, taking his right arm with yours while you used the other arm to swab the carnage from his skin. Working with the utmost care, you tried your best to clean the filth from the creases of his hands, from under his nails, and out of the hair coating his arms, trying to ignore the putrid smell in the process.

Doing the same to the other arm, you were honestly amazed at how much blood you'd managed to scrub away, though without soap, you couldn't do anything to clean up the red residue plastered across his arms and chest. Staying put on your knees before him, you knew the right thing to do was re-dress him and look for a way out now that you'd gotten him as clean as possible. But the sight of Fritz, half undressed and finally relaxed, made you pause. "Would it really be so bad to stay just a while longer?" You wondered.

You didn't want to awaken him from the calm trance he'd fallen into, so you began to advance with feather-light movements, placing one hand on the top of his knee, the other on the bare skin just above his belt. You whispered, "Can I get these off too?"

Looking down at you through half-lid eyes, he hesitated momentarily before nodding, "Please."

His face was flushed, and you could tell he was already semi-aroused from the massage. Fritz watched as you undid his belt, unfastening his pants, shifting in his seat as you pulled them down to his ankles. Despite his encouragement, for a moment, you were too scared to touch him, as though all it would take was one wrong move to shatter the peaceful mood. All you wanted to do was make Fritz feel relaxed, content, and loved; now was your moment to do just that.

Leaning in closer, you kissed the skin on his belly when your hands just were, feeling Fritz stiffen above, inhaling between clenched teeth. "So far, so good." You assured yourself as you inched your hands up from his knees to his thighs, kissing lower and lower until your lips hit the waistband of his briefs. You were about to ask again if he was alright with this, but he moved first, shucking off his briefs just enough to pull his cock out.

The moment you saw it, you knew you were officially out of patience, and your need to please Fritz took over entirely. Closing your eyes, you connected both hands with the base of his shaft before kissing his head with parted lips. The impact made him throb against your mouth and grab a fist of your hair on impulse. You opened your mouth wider to take his head, parting your lips further, letting your tongue roll out to feel the vein along the length of his underside.

You had to force your mouth open even wider as he mindlessly bucked forward slightly into your open mouth, the movement taking you by surprise but exciting you even more. Running both hands along the sides of his hips, you could feel muscles tensing under your fingers, Fritz writhing in his seat as you continued to coat his length in saliva, the slick mixing with the few dribbles of precum he'd begun to release. You couldn't help but be surprised at how fast Fritz was coming undone; he must've been more pent-up than you thought. Not that you minded any.

Just as you were sure he was about to come, you felt Fritz tugging your hair, forcing you to disconnect. Confused, you looked up at him, momentarily worried you'd done something wrong. Fritz let go of your hair, pushing himself further upright on the bench. The sight of the man from below, fully erect, coated in his own sweat with his thighs spread wide, made your mouth water and your heartthrob.

After taking another second to compose himself, he rasped, "Please, let me feel all of you! God, I'm so close, but please! I need you!"

Needing no further invitation, you nodded eagerly. Bracing yourself on Fritz's bare legs as you got to your feet, trying to ignore the annoying ache in your knees after being forced against the stone floor for too long. Cynically you realized riding Fritz was the most purpose you'd felt since waking up in this terrible place, but you didn't care. You felt a throb of pleasure as you felt his eyes on you as you fully undressed, as he pushed his briefs all the way down, stepping out of them as he mindlessly spread his thighs a little wider in anticipation.

You could tell he was trying to restrain himself as you took your time sitting on his lap, spreading your legs over his; Fritz wrapped both arms around your back as you eased closer.

Pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, he spoke, "If we get out of this, will you wait for me- you wouldn't leave me behind, would you!?" Fritz looked at you with wild eyes, his pupils blown out, face flushed bright red with a neediness that bordered on insanity. He was irresistible.

You couldn't help but grin, "Of course, I'll owe you after you waited so patiently for me."

Using the top of the pew's backrest, you gripped tight, grinding your sex against his cock; Fritz instinctively hugged you tighter with a strength great enough to squeeze the air from your lungs. The feeling was intense but not unpleasant. You felt a throb from below as he blindly attempted to guide you into place. His head pressed against the sensitive flesh between your legs, which felt heavenly. His body felt searing hot, all-encompassing, and desperate; you couldn't help but feel yourself locking up, blinded by the pleasure, your mind going blank as you listened to Fritz's choppy, heavy breathing as he too, felt pleasure overtaking his mind.

Fritz rolled his head back, eyes drifting shut; he reluctantly unwrapped one arm from around your waist, groping with his hand until he found the top of your hip. Watching him so high out of his mind with pleasure was amusing, as he tried to guide you. But you were too turned on to sit back and watch for too long, and the feeling of his dick coated in precum and spit against your entrance let you know he wouldn't last much longer anyway.

"J-just a little more-" Fritz looked pleadingly up at you, needing just one nod from you before thrusting up. He was painfully horny but still unsure how much you could handle. But you weren't about to let him down now. When you mounted him, he was fully aroused, and you knew taking him fully inside wouldn't be easy. It stung slightly, forcing yourself to stretch to accommodate him, though as you rocked against him, the easier it became.

Stealing a kiss as you wrapped both arms around his neck, you felt him pushing deeper inside, increasing the friction, forcing you to brace all your weight against him as he thrust up.

The feeling of Fritz's teeth biting down harshly on your neck made you wince and mindlessly clench down even harder against him, the sensation only incentivizing him to continue. His mouth biting against sensitive skin, his hips rolling against yours, feeling absolutely feral with lust caught up with you fast, and as you ground against his lap, you felt a dawning climax. You couldn't get enough, wanting to feel him deeper, feel every inch of his body against yours; even as you came, you continued to grind, wanting to ride out your high as long as possible. As Fritz felt you coming on his lap and saw your face awash with pleasure, he felt his heart throb, and as he watched you coming down from your high, he picked up the pace, watching your limp body moving in rhythm with his thrusts as he came deep inside.

Your head felt heavy and fuzzy; the world was still blurry as you felt yourself coming down; carefully, you separated from his dick, trying not to think about the mess you'd made after just cleaning him up. You were too spent to worry or do anything about it, and it didn't seem like Fritz was concerned either, allowing you to sit back down on his lap, securing both arms around your waist, and keeping you from going anywhere.

Even after the two of you managed to catch your breath, neither of you tried to separate; it felt too good to finally have a warm body to hold and feel wrapped around yourself after spending so much time lost and cold in the dark. Now, no amount of noise the unknown malicious creatures made bothered you. So long as you could feel Medic's body under your own, nothing could scare you. He held you tight, like a child holding a teddy bear after awakening from a nightmare, it wasn't painful, but you could tell he was still terrified.

Quietly you spoke, your head still resting against his neck, "Do you really think we're dead?"

Fritz sighed, "I wish I knew." He sounded frail and defenseless. Emotionally devastated but too exhausted to really care. "If this is hell, I know I deserve it."

You buried your head deeper into the crook of his neck, shaking your head, muttering "No, you don't." under your breath. Before now, you hadn't considered this place could be hell; even now, you stubbornly refused to believe it.

"Maybe it's not hell. All this loneliness and wandering in the dark, it feels more like purgatory than hell." You hated how bleak that sounded. Even as you were trying to inspire hope, there was no ignoring the morbid reality of the situation.

Fritz pulled away slightly to face you, his brows furrowed slightly with curiosity. "You think there's a way out?"

"In Paradiso, the souls in purgatory are forced to repent for their sin before entering heaven. Maybe that's how it really is… I guess wandering around, all the fear, could be some kind of penance. " You broke eye contact, looking down, feeling less and less confident with your words the longer you went on.

"So you think there's hope we can get out of here?" Fritz remained still as a statue; you could feel his eyes on you as he spoke.

"Well, yes- but it depends. I mean- people who were less sinful in life usually weren't stuck in purgatory as long as people with more or more severe sins, but I have no idea what to make of anything around here…" You trailed off, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say next, let alone something he wanted to hear.

He huffed, "If you're right, I'll be stuck here for ages. If I ever do, get out."

He finally slackened his arms, letting them fall to his sides, limp as you embraced him. As you remembered all you went through to try and lift his spirits, to give him hope to come home- you couldn't help but feel, despite your best efforts, you failed miserably. He opened his mouth to say something, but you interjected,

"Although, it's been said when the living prays for the souls in purgatory, they progress remarkably faster. No matter the sinner or their sins, there's hope so long as you're in purgatory."

"Redeem ourselves? All I've done is take advantage of you- You shouldn't try to save me; I'm never getting out!" Once again, you could see his eyes water with tears as he clenched them shut. You couldn't bear to watch him cry, rising to a kneeling position and straddling his legs. With one arm around the top of his head and the other around his neck, you gently pulled his head against your body, hugging him tightly into your chest as his shoulders shook with sobs.

It took all your resolve to keep from crying yourself; despite trying to affirm some hope for Fritz, you felt just as helpless. But you consoled yourself, knowing even though you had no idea where the two of you were or how long you would be here, you loved him. That much you knew would never change. With a heavy sigh, you separated from him, sliding down from the pew and kneeling beside him on the stone ground, resting your cheek against his bare legs as you looked up at him. "There's nothing you can do to make me hate you."

He looked forward, staring at nothing in particular, his face unreadable, "Have you ever heard of a soul in purgatory to send another to heaven?"

"I mean, it's possible." Was the best you could answer.

He buried his head in his hands, working his fingers through his hair, "Were you really searching for me the entire time you were awake out there?"

Without hesitating, you answered, "You were the first thing on my mind. I felt so lost and alone; I knew someone needed me. I didn't doubt for a second it would be you."

Fritz didn't appear convinced. "Why didn't you give up after you couldn't find me?"

"You were all I could think about." You answered honestly.

Forcing himself to look at you, Fritz spoke, leaning forward, propping his head up with one hand, pressing his chin against his fist, "If you're right, if we are in purgatory, if you do get to heaven before me- do you promise you'll wait for me?"

Picking your head up from his lap, you straightened, resting your hands on the pew, "For you, I'd wait forever."

He nodded, "For both our sakes, I hope you're right."

Before you could ask what he meant by this, Fritz was leaning over you, close enough to press a quick kiss to your forehead, and only a second to register what he was doing before grabbing your neck in both hands. He tightened his grip with all his strength, making you cough and choke on your saliva in shock as he forced his trembling hands to squeeze even tighter.

You tried to resist for a few pathetic moments as though you were any match for him physically, let alone while he had you like this. You could feel his hands slickening with the sweat which still coated the back of your neck from earlier, though this did nothing to weaken his grip. The pressure made your head pound, completely disorienting you. Despite your continued struggle, you knew you wouldn't have much longer.

You feared it would come to this; Fritz was too far gone to save; he'd abandoned hope before you got to him. There was no way you could've actually managed to bring him home. The best you could do was offer him a moment of pleasure before he forced himself to forge ahead. His hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply. It hurt like hell, and you couldn't help but instinctively try to claw at his hands and shift your weight back away from him- as though it would do anything to slow him down. Fritz winced, listening to the sound of your choking, though his grip didn't budge.

Fritz couldn't bear to hear the sound of the life leaving your body, the broken, pathetic wheezing and coughing filling the abandoned chapel. He cried, "You said you'd never hate me- you promised you'd always come back for me! I swear I'm only doing this because I love you! And you shouldn't be here! Not with people like me!" Fritz fought hard against his emotions, keeping his hands locked around your throat as tight as possible. His vision was blurred by his own tears. Watching you suffer was agony, but he knew killing you was the greatest mercy he could offer you. He'd do anything to get you out of this terrible place, even if he had to do this over and over again. Fritz swore to himself he would. He was a wretched man. He deserved to be alone with the guilt of what he'd done forever. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you were in too much agony to focus on anything, not even the man trying to end your life.

"Please, please- you'll forgive me for this, won't you?! Tell me you understand!"

It was impossible to respond with his hands around your neck; he knew that, even if you could answer and miraculously tell him precisely what he wanted to hear, it wouldn't alleviate his guilt. All you could do was muster up the last of your dying strength to nod once, doing your best to communicate an "I forgive you." before everything went black.

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ghsotlv · 1 month

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HIII new writer alert...!!

HI im alphonse u can call me all!!! pls send in writing requests for TF2 x reader or overwatch please!!!! im starting with headcanons until i can learn to fully write fanficts !!

all mercs

very few overwatch characters, i will write for junkrat roadhog zenyatta lucio reaper sigma etc

#tf2 x male reader #tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #demoman x reader #spy x reader #medic x reader #engineer x reader #soldier x reader #heavy x reader #scout x reader #pyro x reader #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #overwatch headcanons

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amirsirwrites · 1 year

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Hey-hey! I got a request!! (Hope you’re feeling well!)

So.. Spy x Male!Reader oneshot, where the reader bottles up his emotions and hides his negative feelings. Then one day he breaks and starts crying in front of Spy..

Hey-hey, anon! I'm feeling well, thank you. I've finally finished your request, sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy it. :)

Spy comforts you ❤️

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Spy x M!reader

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Death and killing comes with the job of being a mercenary. Most mercs are completely fine with it. In fact, most enjoy it and make a game out of it.

However, there are exceptions to everything and in this case, you are the exception.

Seeing people get shot and torn apart almost every single day of your life has been taking a toll on you.

During some of the battles, you'll freeze and stare at the dead bodies on the ground as your breathing gets heavy and uneven. You know that they'll be fine and wake up in their Respawn point a few minutes later but still.. It doesn't take the pain of seeing them die in front of your eyes away.

One of the other mercs, more specifically your darling, Spy, often notices you doing this. He’s asked you on all occasions if everything is alright. You always wave him off and say you’re fine but until now, he’s not convinced.

Worrying that he might make you uncomfortable, Spy doesn’t try to push any further after that question. However, he’s also noticed that it’s getting worse every single day to the point that it affects you even outside the battlefield, and because of this, he feels that he’ll need to confront you about this issue very soon.

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It’s another day at Gorge. BLU took a huge beating and you won with ease. You were put off the entire time as usual. Everyone was doing their own thing while Heavy and Medic packed all their equipment into the van.

Scout and Soldier were chasing each other.

“Get back here, maggot! I’ll make you regret the day you were born!” Soldier screamed at the top of his lungs, waving his shovel around like a madman. Scout just laughed and pulled a face, pissing him off even more.

Nearby, Demoman, Sniper and Engineer were having a friendly chat together over a couple of beers that Demo had brought along (despite Medic very clearly telling him to try and lay off the alcohol). Pyro was there as well but they were focused on playing with their favourite brand of matchsticks.

Somewhere closeby, you were seated on the ground, knees to your chest, deep in thought. Your eyes were fixated on the blood-stained grass in front of you. It quickly made you feel sick, reminding you of the unpleasant battle earlier. You closed your eyes, trying to think of something more pleasant.

Just then, Spy sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and giving you a kiss on your temple.

“Salut, mon beau. You seem bothered. What’s wrong?” he asked you in a gentle tone.

You looked to him, meeting his eyes.

You really wanted to tell him what was going on but you felt so ashamed. Everyone else was fine with all the killings, why weren’t you? You don’t want to appear silly to Spy or the others so you always bottle up your negative feelings and just do your job.

You thought that you’d get used to it eventually but you were dead wrong. It’s been eating away at you. Most nights, you struggle to fall asleep and even stay asleep due to recurring nightmares. The lack of proper sleep has given you bags under your eyes and constant headaches throughout the day.

During mealtimes, you picked at your food and ate very little, having lost your appetite to the disturbing images that are stuck in your mind - bloody, beaten bodies with lifeless eyes. It made you feel like throwing up your guts.

“I..” you bit your lip, turning away from Spy’s gaze, “It’s nothing, darling.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder tighten a little.

He gently guided your face back to look at him with a hand, “You always say that. I don’t believe you, mon cœur. Please.. tell me the truth. I’m not going to judge you, I swear on my heart.”

He smiled at you encouragingly. You felt so vulnerable beneath his gaze.

Before you had a chance to speak, Medic called out, “Time to go home, everyone. Get in the van!”

The other mercs started to head to the van from their respective places and you quickly took that chance to escape the conversation you were having with Spy, getting up and following them.

Spy sighed as he watched you scurry away. He would have to ask you another time.

The drive back was uncomfortable for you and Spy. The air between you two was tense. The other mercs didn’t seem to notice, chatting away as usual.

You tried to run off to your room as soon as you arrived back at base but Spy pulled you to the side.

“Y/n, please. Just tell me what’s going on. I’m really worried about you.”

You shook your head, “I- I really need to go.”

Then you made your escape to the safety of your room.

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You decided to just skip dinner later on, partly because you couldn’t work up any appetite as usual and partly because you didn’t want to see Spy right now. Perhaps you’ll eventually tell him the truth of what’s going on with you, but for now, you just wanted to be alone.

Wrapping yourself in the warm covers of your bed, you closed your eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

…

You awoke with a start around a few hours later after a particularly bad nightmare. It was one of the terrible ones - back in the battle field, surrounded by dead bodies while you drown in your own guilt and remorse.

Clutching your shirt, you desperately tried to control your frantic breathing. Your chest and throat felt painfully tight as tears slowly ran down your face. Your hand went to the bedside table to grab your phone.

You brought it to your face, ‘2:48 a.m.’

You dropped your phone down beside you and rubbed your face, staying like that for a few minutes. The terrible sinking feeling in your chest wouldn’t fade away though.

Your mind drifted to the only person you knew could make you feel better - Spy. Knowing that he was most likely going to press you to tell him the truth, you hesitated going to his smoking room where you know he’ll be.

That didn’t matter anymore though. You just wanted to be in the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms.

Making sure to be quiet, you made your way to Spy’s smoking room. All the other mercs are asleep by this time, it’s usually just Spy who’s burning the midnight oil, reading and sipping on a glass of his favourite wine.

When you reached his door, you slowly brought your hand up and knocked.

Inside, Spy paused his reading and looked up towards the door. No one has ever come to his room this late and so he thought he might have imagined it for a second but he decided to call out just in case, “Who is it?”

You replied back, your voice hoarse from earlier, “Hey, it’s me..”

Spy already knew about your bad sleeping schedule so he was extra worried to find that you’re awake at this hour. He got up from his seat and rushed to the door to greet you. He pulled you into his arms the second he saw you.

Withdrawing a bit, he cupped your face in your hands and kissed your forehead.

“Did something happen, Y/n?”

You let out a small laugh of self-pity, “Just.. a nightmare.”

Without a word, he stepped out of his room fully and closed the door behind him. He took your hand into his and led you down the hallway to his bedroom. Inside, he took off his coat and shoes and laid down on his bed, signalling for you to come over and lie beside him by patting the empty spot beside him.

You climbed into it and sank into Spy’s open arms, sighing deeply when you felt his arms wrap around you tightly.

You two shifted into a comfortable position - both lying on your sides, facing each other with you buried in his embrace, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

He stroked your back comfortingly, allowing you to fully relax before he asked what was on his mind.

“So, Y/n,” he paused, making sure he had your attention, “It’s time to tell the truth.”

You winced at his sentence, knowing that he was right. It’s time you told someone what was going on instead of suffering in silence.

Whispering softly, you asked him, “Promise you won’t judge?”

Spy pressed a light kiss to your lips, “You know I won’t.”

A few more minutes of warm silence passed as you silently built up the courage to finally talk to Spy.

“I.. I really don’t want to kill people anymore, Spy. I know I said that I was completely fine with all the bloodshed and everything during my very first mission but I-”

You had to stop to let yourself breathe. Tears started running down your face once more, accompanied by sharp and painful breaths. Spy guided your head against his chest, letting your tears soak his shirt, still holding you close.

He finished your sentence from earlier, “But you lied, didn’t you?”

You spoke again, your voice rushed and raw with emotion, “I- I can’t stand it anymore! I hate it, I hate having to kill people! I go to sleep and all I can see is their lifeless eyes and blood, I’m sick of it!”

Your chest burned with shame, terrified of what Spy was going to say to you. You thought he might think you’re being ridiculous or stupid.

But no.

He just continued to hold you, rubbing your back soothingly and whispering sweet nothings into your ears. All the emotions you had bottled up over the past few months were flowing out now through pained sobs.

Once you had calmed down a bit, Spy spoke in a soft tone, “Don’t worry. You won’t have to anymore, okay? I’ll have a talk with Ms Pauling and the Administrator and we’ll find another way for you to help.”

You sighed in relief at his words.

You wanted to thank Spy, apologise to him for not telling him earlier, tell him you love him, but he shushed you, “Just rest, mon chéri. You can speak to me tomorrow when you have regained your energy. Je t'aime.”

Spy gave you a kiss on the head and with that, you drifted off to the most pleasant sleep you’ve had in a while, glad that everything would finally be okay.

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'Salut, mon beau' - Hello, my handsome. (French)

'Mon cœur' - My heart (French)

'Mon chéri' - My darling (French)

'Je t'aime' - I love you (French)

#spy x reader #tf2 spy #one shot #spy tf2 #male reader #slight angst #team fortress 2

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