#tf2 mercs plush

[yyoshiaa]

TF2 Mercs Plush ✨

look at them, I’m really proud I find them really cute.

this time was really cool and a really peaceful moment, it’s a real pleasure to draw again.

I can’t choose one of them they are iejsjdbaknskansks cute ✨ and also i make them on stickers

[niblets-criblet]

I'm so happy that I got to gift my plushies to the Team Fortress 2 voice actors! Seeing their faces as they open their gifts makes my heart swell. 💖

[emotionally-clumsy-soldier]

*Standing ominously nearby with a jug of milk*

1/10

better view of jane below

[jermer10]

Hey, I've got a TF2 request, if you don't mind! Mercs with a s/o who accidentally falls asleep with their head on the mercs shoulder. (Very cliche, I know...) I'll let you pick who you want to write for, no pressure! PS, I think your writing is phenomenal, and I anticipate whatever you might post next!

TF2 falling asleep on their shoulder

gn reader | ahhh tysm!! this message means so much :) i decided to write for all the mercs, hope you enjoy!!!

temperatures are in celsius

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: "Move ova'!" Scout pushed his way onto the already overcrowded couch, disregarding the protests of the other mercs. Tonight was movie night at the red base, and he would be damned if he couldn’t use this as a moment to try and get closer to you. "Hiya toots," he flirted, stretching his right arm out to rest around your shoulders. "Hi Jeremy." You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. Scout had been crushing on you for a while, every chaste touch and every flirty interaction had culminated in something that far outweighed any feelings he once had for Pauling. The movie had long since started, and mercs were continuing to file into the living room, squishing themselves onto the lounge or plotting themselves onto the floor. He couldn't remember the genre let alone the name of the film, all Scout could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat and the feeling of uncomfortable itchiness in his throat as you cuddled into his side. An hour in and your eyes began to grow heavy, breathing slowing in tandem. Jeremy glanced down at you, his palms moist and his face flushed as he wrapped his arm around your waist, attempting to focus on the movie and not how cute you looked like that. He was definitely asking you out in the morning.

Soldier: Everyone felt hot, sweaty, and exhausted as they slugged themselves back to the blu base. The mood hung heavy, no one seemed interested in Soldier’s usual antics - all except you, of course. You feigned a smile as he ranted about team ethic and the "American spirit", some mercs scowled at the man and others mumbled profanities and sauntered off. A light breeze came in through the afternoon air, Soldier sighed in the smell of Spring. “Hey, we should sit out here for a bit,” you squeezed Jane’s arm, pulling him towards one of the wooden benches placed just outside of the entrance to base. He felt his heart swell, not only did you want to hang out with him, but any touch from you made him absolutely crazy. “AFFIRMATIVE CUPCAKE,” Soldier responded, allowing you to lead the way. You audibly sighed as you sat down, just looking at you it was obvious you were exhausted. “Better luck next time, huh?” you joked, Soldier chuckled and stared out at the afternoon sky. You sat there together for a while, until he felt a sudden, yet small pressure on his shoulder. You had fallen asleep on him, and with anyone else he would have woken them up immediately, but you looked so peaceful and….pretty in a way? Soldier glued his eyes to the afternoon sky, he could think about these feelings later, better to let you rest after a long day.

Pyro: Being friends with Pyro was exhausting in of itself, and they knew this. But they couldn't help wanting to invite you along to their errands, you were their best friend and any time spent with you was time spent well. By the end of the day, you were both well past exhausted. "You're lucky I like you so much, otherwise I would never go on an errand run with you again." You teased, slinging an arm around their shoulders as you both trotted up the stairs to the base entrance. Pyro flushed under their mask, muffling out a "Yeah, yeah whatever, you love me." and rolling their eyes. You chuckled, opening the door to base and dragging yourselves to the living room. Pyro plopped onto the couch, sinking into the plush cushions and removing their mask. They knew the rest of the team wouldn't be back for a while, and the heat of the day had done a number to both of you. You took your seat next to them, sitting back and resting your feet on the coffee table in front of you. "Wanna watch tv?" They asked, grabbing the remote. "Yeah whatevs" You responded, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. An hour of mindless game shows, and you had passed out, head falling on their shoulder. Pyro chuckled, turning the tv down and dimming the lights. They pecked your forehead, and cuddled into you, making themself comfortable.

Demoman: Demo certainly didn’t take you as a drinker, let alone a party animal like himself! You go out for a couple drinks together after a team winning streak and manage to arrive back to base blasted out of your minds, clinging onto one another for dear life in your drunken stupor. “IIIIII LOOVE YOU DEMOOO!!!!” You proclaimed, enveloping your arms around the Scott’s neck. Grinning and face burning, he wrapped his arms around your waist, attempting to gently guide you back to your bedroom. His ongoing feelings for you had always been pushed down, and despite knowing that you were probably just super wasted and wouldn’t remember it in the morning, he didn’t want to waste possibly his only chance to spill at least some of his feelings to you. “Aye, i looove you too y/nnnn” Tavish slurred, poking your face in various places. You laughed and kissed the man on the cheek, “DAAATE ME TAAVAVVVV!!” You lamented, cupping his face in your hands. The sudden movement causing you both to topple over onto the floor of your room. Demo sat up and leant against the foot of your bed, you, laughing hysterically, joined him. Resting your head on his shoulder, your laughter dribbled off to giggles and you listened to his thundering heartbeat. "I really do like you, Tav.." You whispered, peering down at the floor, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over you. You nuzzled into his shoulder, and drifted off, leaving a beet faced Demo staring down at you.

Heavy: Visiting Heavy's home during the middle of a Russian winter was a less than ideal scenario, but the team had wanted to see what a "real winter" was like, and now here you were trudging 2 foot deep in snow towards the wooden lodge. Heavy opened the door to the sight of 9 freezing mercs, and scoffed. "Inside." He commanded. You furrowed your brows and complied, shivering from the contrast of hot air. "Drink." A mug of hot coco was given to you by the gentle giant. "T-thanks.." You mumbled, walking over to the fireplace and sitting cross legged in front of it. Most of the mercs were directed to their rooms, some lounged around in the kitchen or dining area, having quiet conversations. Heavy sat next to you, mug in hand. This was already too close to comfort for you, and he could tell. Whilst he had been crushing on you for a while, he was oblivious to whether you returned those feelings - believing that you were scared of him. But right now your tired eyes and pink cheeks said otherwise, seeking some form of comfort from the man. "Come, I will hold you to warm you up." Mikhail gave you no room for choice, and you were still freezing. You complied and scooted closer to Heavy, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. In an instant, you had fallen asleep, curled up on Heavy, the body heat shared between the two of you giving more warmth than the blazing heat permeating from the fireplace in front of you.

Engineer: Even after hours of battling, the match on 2fort had yet to finish. Scouts from both sides rushing for the briefcase, only to instantly die from sentry guns, Spies in disguise, or a Heavy hopped up on ubercharge. You were ready to drop, the respawn machine healing your wounds but doing nothing for your exhaustion. You knew that Dell was stationed in the intelligence room, sentry setup so anyone who trespassed would be delt with. The perfect place to catch a few z's before heading back out to the fight. "Yo Dell, can I maybe rest down here for a bit?" You implored, watching the man upgrade a dispenser. "Sure darlin'," He smiled earnestly, you gave him a look of relief. Curling up under the desk, you attempted to sleep, but the lack of cushioning made it an impossible task. Dell noticed, and gave the dispenser one last 'clonk' with his spanner before accompanying you under the table. "Here," He scootched up next to you, "You can rest on me if you'd like." You looked up at him, his cheeks felt hot. "Wow - yeah, thanks Dell." Blood rushed to your face as you situated your head on his shoulder. "Anytime, pumpkin." He muttered. Sleep was instantaneous, Engie held his breath until he was sure you were out cold, letting out a deep sigh and smiling down at the floor. How did he get so lucky?

Medic: Medic suffered long nights in the infirmary, and during those nights you would often visit him to keep him company. It was routine - you would saunter in around 9pm, sitting on the edge of the operating table, your feet barely touching the floor, chin resting in the palms of your hands as he tinkered away. He reveled in it - he had grown attached to this schedule, and by extension, you. Your mere presence made him giddy, seeing your sweet smile before he put you under anesthetics made his heart swell. The best nights were the ones where you would let him operate on you, he would be able to enact out his writings, throwing things at the wall and seeing what stuck. Then, you'd either walk out around 3am, or respawn from a botched surgery, and go to bed. Tonight, however, you had proven to be far too tired for a surgery, let alone a full night of softly rambling to Ludwig about whatever crossed your mind. You had pulled up the operating chair and sat next to him, eyes flickering between him and the notes he had been writing in his medical book, slowly drifting off. Your head fell on his shoulder, fast asleep. Medic peered down at you from over his glasses, breathing a lovestruck sigh. Maybe these were the best nights.

Sniper: The middle of the day in Sniper's van was akin to hell. The air smelt stale, windows wide open, no aircon, just the both of you sweaty, sticky, and half clothed. This would usually have embarrassed the two of you, but the 40 degree weather and sound of the other mercs outside attempting to cool off using a singular hose had you both choosing to stay indoors, not wanting to get involved in the argument currently taking place between Demo and Soldier. Heat fogged your brain, you felt so tired, your body sweat all of your energy out. "Fuck, why couldn't you get an AC installed?" You groaned, lazily shutting your eyes and fanning your face with your hand. Sniper shrugged, and despite not being able to see the motion, you scoffed. "Dunno," Mick responded nonchalantly. He trailed off, seemingly succumbing to the same heat induced exhaustion you were fighting with. You opened your eyes slightly, confirming your suspicions that Sniper had also closed his. Arms crossed, head pointing downwards, God, he looked so comfortable. Mick could tell what you were thinking, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to you, but he couldn't bring himself to move. You were close like that, almost reading one another's minds at times. So you made the first step, sliding over to him and laying your head on his shoulder. Sniper was uncomfortably hot, yet refusing to move an inch as you slept on him. Eventually, he couldn't help but nod off alongside you.

Spy: The drive back from your mission was excruciating. Sniper and Medic sat in the driver and passenger seats respectively, the only sound was the droning radio hosts on the van's radio. You had failed, and you knew Spy was seething from the loss. You, however, were so tired you couldn't even stand. Partially from the bullet lodged in your calf, partially from the athlete level running you had to do in order to get back to the van after the high elected government official had caught you in the act attempting to steal nuclear launch codes. Spy was the one to snatch the codes, but you had still been seen, and that in of itself was a failure. Incidentally, Spy had been the one to offer you aid once you were safely in the van. Your arm draped around his shoulders, wincing at the sharp pains running up your leg. As much as he tried to hate you, he just....couldn't. You were too sweet, too kind. So, he opted instead to blame Medic and Sniper for being unable to damage control the situation better. You were slipping in and out of consciousness, head slowly rocking towards Spy's shoulder, and then awkwardly leaning back towards the wall of the vehicle. "Rest your head on me, mon cher. Otherwise you are going to break your nose." He grunted. In an instant you had passed out on him, breathing in the strong scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne. He sighed a breath of relief, enjoying your gentle pressure on his side. Smitten was an understatement.

[jellyfishoreo1206]

I'm unsure if I'll consistently write for TF2 but omg has this been rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken from Costco

MEDIC, SNIPER, ENGINEER EATING YOU OUT

NSFW MDNI

Includes: a smidge of consensual somnophilia, fingering, tonguing, overstimulation, mention period blood/blood consumption (?), breeding if you squint

S/O is afab with fem pronouns

MEDIC

We can all agree he is a FREAKKKKKK

Now lemme say this

HE LOVES WAKING YOU UP LIKE THIS

Like seriously

He could do this forever

The soft/breathy moans you let out whenever he goes down on you

And how your body responds to his actions??

Omg he could just stay there

Doesn't care if you lock your thighs around his head, that's what the respawn machine is for

Loves it especially if you're having a wet dream about him, gives him an excuse to eat you out

Will love it even more when you're on your period/ovulating

Just the taste and smell of your blood and arousal mixing on his tongue and how much more fertile you will be when your period/ovulating finishes

It drives him INSANE

Will literally groan into your pussy from the satisfaction of your taste

Maybe whimpers/begs if he's pussy drunk

"Mein liebe! I can't get enough of jou..pleaze let me taste more of jou.."

If he's REALLY pussy drunk, he'll start speaking in his native tongue

Likes to think he's just helping you with your cramps (in which case he is :3)

He leaves bite marks on your thighs, it's canon I don't make the rules

I feel as if his tongue is more wetter than most, maybe a little slimly

And on the semi-thicker side

Would use his fingers to watch you flutter around them as he presses kisses into your skin

Then pull several orgasms from you via mouth until the only thing you are screaming is his name

"Scheiße.." Ludwig whispers to himself as he drags his hands slowly up and down the plush inner thighs of yours, observing the scarred skin as a trail of goosebumps followed right after as a breathy moan left his lips. He originally came in to wake you up as it was nearly time for breakfast as knowing the others, the food will probably be gone in just a matter of minutes. But a certain smell hit his nose when he approached the bed, one that made a unmistakable shiver of excitement go through his body.

The smell of period blood.

It wouldn't have been the first time he has gone down on you while on your menstrual cycle even you were while sleeping, but everytime it always brings him as sense of extreme arousal whenever he gets a whiff of the metallic scent. He would never tire of the smell or taste of it, not even after having tasted it 1,000 times would he never tire.

His breath comes out heavier as he drags a finger from your hole to clit, voicing his pleasure as he sees just the amount of blood and arousal that gathered on his finger from one stroke alone. Something in him went feral as he saw how your hole seemed to flutter, begging for him as the slightly quiet moan of yours left your lips. With no hesitation, he dove into your folds, hungerly lapping up your arousal as he groaned, eyes closed as he savored the flavor of you on his tongue as he thrusts it into you at a semi-fast pace. He made sure to pay attention to your clit, bringing his fingers up to gently rub at it to add to your pleasure.

A buzz went through his body as he continues his actions, his free hand anchoring itself onto your thighs as they twitched. The world seemingly disappeared around him as he made out with your pussy, blood and arousal smearing onto the lower half of his face as he angled his tongue to reach the right places inside you. A stream of whimpers were leaving your mouth, an absolute musical to his ears as he drinks you, a mixture of saliva, blood, and arousal slowly drip down his chin and onto the pristine white of his collared shirt. The other mercs might notice it, if they're observant enough, but to hell with them.

It wasn't long until your insides clamped tightly around his tongue as a long moan left your plump lips, walls pulsing as gushes of your arousal cover the entirety of the lower half of his face as well as the top part of his shirt and vest. Pulling away was a struggle, moans leaving his mouth as he humped the bed, lapping up the rest of your arousal with a hunger, merely pulling away when your twitches increased. He was somewhat surprised when he made eye contact with sleepy eyes, observing how flushed your face was and the dripping sweat begining to form around your hairline as your lidded eyes observed him, chest heaving heavily as you attempted to catch your breath.

God you are going to be the death of him.

The stinging pain of his hair being pulled snapped him out of his trance, your hand fisted in his hair guiding him back down to where he was before previously. He lets out a low groan when he sees just the absolute mess that he left. He needed no words when you pulled him closer, his breath fanning your heat as he watched your folds flutter from anticipation.

"Meine Liebe, du machst mich absolut verrückt.."

ENGINEER

All I can say is

HE IS A TEASE

AN ABSOLUTE TEASE

Like, he will basically make out with your pussy

Full on french kissing it

And when you're about to come, just sooo close to that edge, he just pulls away

And he will MAKE you beg for him to let you come

But will then make you come over and over again, chuckling whenever you try to ask for him to slow down

Dw you guys use the stop light system

He's not Engineer w/o that gentleman in him

"What's the matter, darlin'? Thought you wanted this~"

The main reason he does this? To see you squirt

No joke, he thinks you become more attractive when you're squirting

His mouth is so warm

AND HE HAS A THICK AND ROUGH TONGUE

He knows how to use that thing

And he knows very damn well

Prideful bitch (I love him)

Will more than likely use the Gunslinger when going down on you too

Inserting those metallic fingers inside you as he slightly nibbles at your clit, enjoying those small yelps you let out

His fingers are pretty thick too

Always cleans up/showers so you don't have to worry about oil or smth like that

I've seen this around whenever reading anything smut related about Engie, but he adds a vibration setting to the Gunslinger

It just makes sense

He would absolutely love to bite around your thighs, placing his hands on your love handles to keep you from squirming away from his touch as he continues his teasing

Bc he's in the workshop most of the time, he'll sometimes forget to come to bed most of the time and that ends up with you pretty needy

So to make up for it he'll eat you out with a passion, going slow and taking his time to work you up to that point, dropping some praise here and there as he kisses bits of your skin as he licks at your core in long strokes

Or just eat you out while you're sleeping, it's a 50/50 with this man

Also doesn't care if you clamp your thighs around his head, do it however much you like cause his mama didn't raise no wimp

Gives so much praise

Like so much it's sickeningly sweet

If he's still in his work clothes, he'll put his helmet on your head before going down

"Keep tha' safe f'me, yeah?"

He's a cowboy and a gentleman through and through

Will sometimes go down on you in his workshop if he's desperate enough

Which has led to some unfortunate walk ins (poor pryo will never see you guys the same anymore)

"Fuck! Dell slow down!"

Despite your pleads, the engineer between your legs didn't bother to stop, seemingly just going faster, his tongue lapping at your pussy like a dog. The only indication you had that he heard you was the slight chuckle vibrating against your core, moans slipping past your lips as you felt yourself nearly tipping over the edge, the temperature of the room seemed to rapidly heat up the more that thick tongue of his teases itself inside of you.

God he's been going at it for so long. The insides of your thighs are literally dripping with your previous orgasms, thighs shaking as you attempted to keep them from clamping them around his head as he drinks up your arousal.

But right when you were just about to come, just right at the very very edge, he stops all movement. Whines and gasps left your mouth as you begged him to keep going, to not stop, all attempts futile as he was pulling away from your core with a sly smirk on his face, using his tongue to lick up the extra fluids that collected around his mouth.

"What's the matter? Isn't that what you wanted, Honeybee?" Oh you could just slap that smirk off his face if that throbbing desperation of yours wasn't bothering you so much.

"Fuck please don't stop! Please!" Desperate pleas fell from your lips as you begged for him to continue what he was doing, begging him to just keep going despite your earlier complaints. Though what you weren't expecting was the sudden intrusion of his thick finger, a pleasured yelp leaving your mouth. The mechanic pumps his finger at a deliciously fast pace, the semi-rough texture of it providing a sensation that has your eyes rolling back as it scrapes against all those good spots within you, fingers gripping at the bedsheets when it hits a particular spot within you.

"That's it, let yourself go for me, Honey." His words effortlessly drip off his tongue, his eyes watching as his finger gets covered in your juices in seconds, adding a second one with ease to the first, watching how you squirm underneath him. Though he noticed how a little bundle of nerves was being neglected, and being the man he is, decided to fix it as he leaned down and gently takes it into his mouth, sucking it in a soft manner.

That seemed to have been enough to pull another orgasm from you, strings of moans leaving your lips as the mechanic listens in satisfaction as he drinks. You. Up.

Your mind was completely fogged with pleasure, small twitches here and there as you attempted to get your breathing under control. In the midst of that, Dell pulled away being careful to not overstimulate you any more as he pulled his fingers out, peppering your thighs with kisses as he waits for you to come back to earth, a smile on his face.

"You alright, darlin'?"

It took you a few seconds to process the question, only mustering up a nod, that was enough for him though as he leaned up to place a careful kiss on your cheek. "Okay, Hun. How does a nice warm bath sound?"

God I love chubby strong men

SNIPER

He has fangs

He will use them (gently) whenever he can

Nibbles at your clit/folds or your thighs whenever he goes down on you

I feel like he has a smell kink

Oh who am I kidding he DEFINITELY has a smell kink

Like, look at him

He's obsessed with the smell of you

To the point he kinda steals a few pairs of your underwear from your dirty laundry to keep for himself

Okay moving on

Has wandering hands, he cannot keep them in place

Very shy when it comes to it, and awkward for the first few times

But after a few encouraging words and teases he gets right to it

His tongue is a little longer than the other two

It's not as thick but omg can he reach allll those good spots in you

Maybe a smidge less wetter than Medic's

A little submissive, considering he's very touch-starved

Fastest to become pussy drunk too

So many whimpers and moans are falling out of his mouth and into your pussy

"Ohh bloody hell, Roo.. I can't stop.."

Denies that he even got pussy drunk (liar)

A little cautious whenever your thighs are slightly squeezing his head

Cause my man is HELLA skinny

A stick if you will

Head would easily collapse compared to the other two

One time you squeezed your thighs a bit too hard, and he ended up with a cranium broken into several pieces

That was fun explaining to the Medic

When the others found out they never would let him live it down

Poor guy :[

His fingers are longgggg and have a good amount of thickness to them

Like he spends more time watching his fingers stretching out your cunt

If he feels adventurous enough (or brave) he'll want you to sit on his face while he eats you out

You swear he gets more vocal when you sit on his face

So. Much. PRAISE.

He accidentally edges you without knowing it sometimes, but he always makes up for it <3

"Fuuuck, Roo.. You look so pretty spread out on my fingers.." The temperature in Mick's camper seemed to increase rapidly despite it being chilly in the early morning of New Mexico. The sun was barely peaking from behind the mountainous region, the interior of the van being dark due to the lack of light as you watched the outline of the sniper's frame above you with breathy moans leaving your lips as those deliciously thick fingers of his pump themselves into your heat.

His sunglasses were still on the small bedside he had in his camper, giving you a clear view of his eyes as they were intensely watching how his fingers disappeared into your heat with a erotically wet 'squelch' filling the space of the camper.

"Mick! Je–sus don't stop!" The knot in your stomach seemed to be getting tighter, steadily building up in pressure the more time that passed as his fingers dragged deliciously against the ridges of your walls, shocks of pleasuring shooting out through your nerves.

Though it seemed like his fingers inside you weren't enough, as he lowered his head to be leveled with your sopping wet, hot core.

Removing his fingers, whines left your mouth, about to ask him why he stopped before keening at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit and the feeling of his warm tongue pushing itself into your hole.

"Fucking shiT–!"

His normally cool and calm facade quickly broke down the moment he had a taste of you on his tongue, whines and gasps leaving his mouth and into your core, making it more pleasurable for you as your back arched up from the bed, your hand shooting out to grip at his hair as an anchor.

The action alone pulled a loud groan from him, his tongue seemingly going at a faster pace, messily lapping at your flowing juices as it covers every inch of his lower face and the inside of your thighs.

His hands soon began to wonder, various places of your body did he squeeze gently, what was once steady hands were shaky and unsteady as they continued to roam your body feeling every bump, scar, and crevice underneath his fingers tips.

Everything started to become fuzzy from the constant pleasure and sensations, to add to it Mick hasn't stopped those beautiful moans of his as your cunt muffled them, you could faintly hear some words, most likely words of praise. You could see the top half of his face through teary eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as sweat dotted here and there on his face, hair messy and pointing in nearly every direction, god he was just so handsome.

The knot in your stomach finally broke, waves of euphoria washing over your body in rapid paces, nerves sparking and lighting on fire as the sensation surges and crashes throughout. Unconsciously, you accidentally wrapped your thighs around the sniper's head, squeezing a bit too tightly for his comfort. That's if his mind was clear, he would've cared, though his top priority as of now was to clean you up off all those delicious juices spilling out of your core and onto his tongue.

It took him some time to pull away once your ecstasy has passed, removing himself from in-between your thighs, placing delicate kisses along the way as he pulled himself up to lay down beside you.

Silence for a few moments, before you began to giggle exhausted, wrapping your arms around him to huddle yourself within his warmth.

"Wha's so funny, Doll?"

"Do I really have that effect on you?"

"Wha'?"

"To make all those cute little noises of yours."

"... don't know whatcha talkin' bout."

"Liar."

AHHHHHH I WISHED TO HAVE FOUND A BETTER ENDING FOR SNIPER USUJJJJWHWIWHJEIE 😭😭😭😭 (probably will update it to fix that later tho)

[honeysparklesmash]

Your suggestions!

What should medic do with small plush Misha???

(Related to my previous art of plush mercs❤️ I marked this topic with the hashtag "plush tf2", by the way)

[prettyboypistol]

Hello! Could you possibly do Support Team (tf2) with a m!reader who gets tired easily??? Thanks!

Of Course!!! Love that chronic tiredness for me too lol

I'm writing this as tiredness that is linked to stress because that's how I experience my chronic fatigue.(Think like: whenever under stress/having to experience a big emotions, I get tired and space out)

Support Classes With A Chronically Eepi Boyfriend!

Medic

This man has the SOFTEST TITS. They're PLUSH. They're GRABBABLE. Top tier pillow fr and he knows it. If you start to space out, he'll just move you gently to his chest to help you nap.

If you're spacing out or avoiding deadlines though, he'll try to snap you out of it with coffee, tea, or (hesitantly) an energy drink. He won't be mean about the way he talks to you, but he'd be sternly loving.

Loves finding you asleep in his bed. PLEASE.

Will 100% pick you up and put you somewhere comfortable. Like you fall asleep at his desk??? Boom. You're on the couch. Spacing out in the rec room??? Already in his bed and cuddling.

Spy

He gets a little annoyed that stress makes you disconnect, but that is more a stress management difference rather than contempt. (sleeping is a hell of a lot more healthy than smoking, he'll admit though.)

Likes kissing the top of your head when he finds you sleeping. It's a reward for finding you!

Doesn't like then the other mercs offer to help you that much because he's a bit too possessive. Yeah, they don't know you two are dating, but Demoman carrying you to the couch lights a flame on him he can't quite quench.

Acts annoyed when you wake up/zone back in but 100% takes care of you. Gets you water, headache meds, anything you could ever need.

Sniper

Just sorta goes along with it. Doesn't even realize there is an issue until you apologize for constantly spacing out or sleeping when stressed. Just like "Oh i thought you were done talking and just wanted to be silent."

10000% cuddles you and naps with you, enabler ass fr. He doesn't mind because a sleepy boyfriend is usually a warm and cuddly boyfriend. Also, if you pass out on a job, he can assure that you are safe.

Uses you as a hatrack I'm sorry-

Is a bit of a joker if you two are alone. If you're spaced our he'll mime out booting you back on, reloading you, ringing your brain to put you on the line, etc. When you come back to reality, you'll usually find him in mid-gesture.

[aerowolf]

okay I need an intro post so finally yeah here we go

hi if you're curious i also run @thefencertf2 and @ilikeclipboards i have other blogs but those are my tf2 oc and miss Pauling asks blogs

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About Me

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About

hihi !! She/Her cishet demi-ace fem !!!! I am a teenage minor

Name is Jasper ( Jas for short ) ( or Ivy to any mutuals and friends ) and my brain is literally just Atla, BABYMETAL, Paramore, TV Girl, Zelda, Star Trek, XFiles, Ninjago, Audrey Hepburn ATSV and TF2 help it’s just brain rot eagggagahdhfjdjehebr

I draw sometimes I am also a MAJOR Scout simp like idk I'm mentally ill about this man please don't ask how many photos i have of him or how many times I've drawn him and definitely don't look up my tf2 art tag ( also bidwell kinda fine yk )

Miss Pauling is girlboss and deserves the world so do Scout's Ma, Zhanna and Mags. The administrator is womanfailure and needs to die.

all my art falls under either #ivytf2art or #my art

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i only write tf2 ATM. what I'll write and how to request can be found here

MASTERLIST:

romantic x reader:

the mercs realizing their s/o still sleeps with a plush

includes: Engineer, Heavy, Demoman, Medic, solo interactions | format: headcanons/story | warnings: alcohol/drinking/drunk mentions on Demo’s section, very minor mentions of cadavers, blood, saws, etc in Medic's | type: sfw fluff & comfort, merc x f!reader, physical affection, forehead kisses, pet names, established relationship

fem!reader meets scout's family for the first time

includes: Scout, Scout's Ma, Scout's brothers, collective interaction. | format: headcanons/story | warnings: n/a | type: sfw fluff & comfort, merc x f!reader, words of encouragement, affirmations, physical affection, established relationship

platonic x reader:

the mercs realize it's your bday and you didn't tell anyone because your family doesn't do birthdays

includes: Miss Pauling & Offense Classes, solo | format: headcanons/story | warnings: n/a | type: fluff

platonic canon x canon:

romantic canon x canon:

nonship:

Dadspy Headcanons

includes: Spy, Scout's Ma mentions | format: headcanons, no story | warnings: absent father/abandonment etc | type: mostly just fluff or sad fluff

FULL FICS

Army Dreamers

Scout's mother, Marie Jones, receives a letter telling her that her son, her beloved Jeremy, is coming home early from the war, riding in a pine box.

WARNING: there will be thoughts of suicide. it will not occur, and the character will be comforted.

[pyroland-freak]

Was gonna post this to my side blog but decided to post it here

Tf2 agere headcanons!

Scout:

Age regressor

Owns a plush squirrel that he loves dearly

Bonk! In a kids cup > Bonk! In the can

PBJ sandwiches are his favourite

Ball of energy

Soldier:

Flip

When he’s small he likes to play pretend wars with his toys

Likes drawin

Has a plush toy eagle

Still wears his helmet when little lol

Pyro:

Age regressor. No questions

Loves unicorns more than anythin

Likes to play with Scout

Campfires :)

Gives all the other mercs their drawins

Engie:

Caregiver

Gives good hugs

Late night talks are his specialty

Keeps a teddy in his office

Demo:

Flip but primarily caregiver

Fills Scrumpy bottles with juice

Tells little ones all about his journeys

Heavy:

Caregiver

“Heavy cares for tiny babies”

Makes sandwiches

Reads to little ones

Medic:

Caregiver 

Has a bag full of cute fun bandaids

Archimedes likes helpin

Sometimes has toys in his cupboard to give to little ones when they come for checkups

Sniper:

Age regressor and Pet regressor

Reads books on animals

Owns a bunch of plush toys

Pet regresses to a puppy

How does one man like animals this much

Spy:

Claims he’s not a caregiver but is

Sometimes can be seen tuckin in Scout

Doesn’t smoke around little ones

Secretly cares for Scout

[callmegkiddo]

How was the Mercs from TF2 react to the reader buying your favorite food/sweet treat in order to get in good with them or let them know about the crush they’ve been harboring.?

 Ohhh, a request from someone I didn't threaten to steal their teeth... AWSOME :D

Ohhhh, thank you for this request! I usually do this too sometimes-

Off we go!

Also please check my pinned post, I have a character limit, please check it next time before you post

Sniper:

Surprisingly he like to eat baked potatoes, it was his moms specialty back home.

He’ll take it with slight surprise, no one had ever thought of giving him gift before, unless your Pyro of course.

He’s hesitant, he’s a professional he can’t accept feelings as sappy as love.... But he appreciates it. He really does, he will eat and savor the taste of the baked potatoes you gave him.

He won’t accept your confession that easily though, your gonna have to work for it.

He will find it heartwarming though, to see you trying to gain his approval and affection. It makes him feel special, and not even his parents make him feel that way....

Scout:

He likes chicken, and he buys chicken to flirt with any women he thinks is hot.

Soooo, seeing you do the same to him? Hooked, frickin hooked-

He will chow down and even offer you some of that sweet delicious bucket of chicken

Just know though that just because he has accepted your offer of chicken, doesn't mean he will see you as highly as he does for Ms. Pauling.

Your gonna have to work your way to the top. Unless of course you already have and he's been pinning for you and Pauling, so it's a win for him really.

Over all he will be cautious, but he'll start pinning for you if your continue with this chicken offering thing.

Spy:

He loves croissants, yeah shocking, he’s a french who loves croissants-

But he doesn’t just love croissants, he loves chocolate filled croissants. The delicate and gooey filling of melted chocolate oozing out of the crispy and buttery bread.

He drools slightly at the mere mental image of it. And the fact the closest Bread bakery that sells his precious croissants are 6 miles away? Yeah he isn’t that willing to go that far...

So seeing you gift him not 1 but a basket full of chocolate filled croissants? Be prepared for a kiss to the back of your hand as thanks.

He will find it sweet how you go out of your way to bring him such delicacies.

He will accept your confession, only out of pity at first, but he will slowly warm up to you if you continue your acts of kindness.

Soldier:

Ah, barbeque, who doesn't love it? I don't, but Soldier? Jane fricking Doe? He loves that shit to bits.

And he will, he will bring you out for some barbeque if you do give him some.

He's good at grilling, but cooking in general in an actual pan or kitchen? Nah.

He's also pretty oblivious, so please just as your giving him the barbeque, please give him a racoon plush that's holding a heart. That'll get his gears turning. He may be stupid, but he isn't dumb.

He will question you on your view of america, do not lie to him, he knows when people are lying.

Buuut, if your view on america is good enough to him? He will accept you whole heartedly as his forever partner.

No exceptions. He will grill you whatever you want for any meal. Hot dogs? Already in a bun with your favorite condiments. Steak? Medium, Medium rare, Rare, or Well done cupcake? He will wait until you choose.

Pyro:

He likes Sweets, specifically Ice Cream, it was perfect, especially for the hot summers and heat waves of the base.

He would engulf you in one of the biggest bear hugs you have ever received. He will give you the best nuzzles and you will be twirled around.... Till the ice cream melts of course- Please buy him a new one.

He will gift you plushies and flowers, a sign of accepting whatever you have for him, your confession and love included.

He is such a sweetheart for you, he will make flower crowns and even rush over to give you a simple peck on the lips (with his mask).

So many gifts, so many treasures, all of which you might need a storage room to store in...

He won't stop showering you with affection, the closest Ice cream parlor was around 50 miles away, and expensive. So for you to buy him such exquisite delicacy was more than enough to prove your worth of being a partner to him.

Medic:

Surprisingly enough, he actually likes pastas. He mostly likes how fun and tasty the sauces are, and boy does he love the pastas itself. So many fun shapes to see and eat.

There’s this Italian restaurant that’s also around 50 miles away from the base, and he takes his sweet time to go there. He especially loves the lasagna they serve.

However, he won’t take the confession as normally as you think he would.

He’d either A. Experiment on the pasta, or eat it while working, or B. Gift you an organ as a thank you. The organ also depicts his answer to your confession. If it’s a not beating heart, he will accept your confession, but would like to take it slow. If it is a beating heart, he returns your feeling for he himself had feelings for you aswell. If the organ is a stomach, that means he will only consider you as a friend.

He’s just really glad someone else decided to give him food. Usually it was Heavy or Engie who gives him food. But you? That means it’s special.

And he likes it when his gifts are special.

Heavy:

It isn’t a surprise that he loves Sandwiches. Everyone knows it, even Ms. Pauling knows it, and she barely visits the base!

But it was Heavy who always made his sandwiches, not you, the last time someone made a sandwich for him without him asking was his Mama.

He fees warm inside... Seeing you give him a display of various sandwiches is so domestic and lovely. He can’t help but scoop you up into a hug!

He will gladly make you sandwiches in return, as snacks on the field or when you need some brain food.

He will be rather warm and accepting of your confession, he finds it cute how shy you are when you gifted him the sandwiches.

He’ll be gentle towards you, and slow, he wants you to be comfortable around him. So feel free to tell him what you want him to do or give you in return.

Engineer:

He actually quite likes soups! They're so comforting to him, remind him of his home back in the farm.

He especially loves soups that have carrots and mushrooms. He remembers his mama making him types of soups with them specifically when he felt under the weather.

So seeing you gift or even just cook for him any type of soup with carrots or mushrooms? Please marry him-

He’ll blush like crazy, and go “d’aw shucks” on you.

He’s so grateful for your efforts, and he feels especially flustered over your confession.

He might even bake you your favorite cookies, yes he knows how to bake. He decorates the cookies carefully with a heart, this shows him accepting your love.

As said before he’ll accept your affections and confession, but please let your relationship go slow. He’s a first timer in being a romantic partner.

Demo:

He likes churros, that's it, he once visited this restaurant near his Mama’s place that sell churros, and he ate some with his Mama.

Both him and his Mom loved them, and whenever he visited he would buy some to eat with her.

And churros can be bought at the same place Spy’s croissants are made. So he’ll be pleasantly surprised to see you with a bag filled with various flavors of churros.

He feels like a kid at a candy store. He’s all over the churros, his drunken arse having sobered at the smell of the delicious sugary bread sticks.

Give him a bit to compose himself. He’s too busy eating on some custard churros to properly comprehend anything else.

When he does end up composing himself, he will wrap you up in a tearful hug. With slurred words he will thank you, please hug back, he’s overly appreciative of your gift.

He will hesitantly accept your confession, he’s distant, but please be patient, he just doesn’t want to end up with a broken heart.

[leorawright]

Hii! Its me again,secret anon. Anyway,could you make mercs from tf2(and maybe Miss Pauling-) x reader,who actually florist and love honey and bees. Yeah,some soft stuff)

Thank you beforehand!

Yes of course Ms. Pauling! Changed it to a crush because I feel like a little extra loving🥰

Mercs with florist crush

Scout

He happened to stumble into your shop as immediately enamored by the bright flowers and of course by you

He learned a lot about flowers mainly from wanting to talk to you

When he learns you like honey he brings you some as a little gift

He tries really hard to remember which flowers mean which when he buys you a bouquet so he doesn't accidently insult you

Soldier

He didn't go into your shop for a long time because he's never really been around flowers

But one day when he had free time he decided to talk to you

Now he's there every week its a part of his schedule

He somehow gets you a beehive when you mentioned you like bees and honey and you don't know where it came from

Demoman

He knows a little bit another flowers so he decides to send a bouquet to his mom

You helped him pick out the flowers and he was impressed with your knowledge

He often goes to your shop to talk to you but gets embarrassed if some of the soot on him from his bombs gets on the flowers

He'll surprise you with some little bee charms or something as a little gift in hopes you'll like it

Pyro

You best believe they went into your shop the moment they saw it

They were fawning over the different flowers and pretty colors

When they saw you they asked about each and every one and it was nice to see somebody who appreciated flowers as much as you did

They also loves bees as well so they surprise you with a bee plush they had lying around in their room

Heavy

He was surprised to see something as delicate as a flower shop so he decided to go inside

It was certainly a surprise to see someone as large and intimidating as Heavy asking you about different flower meanings

Heavy is really curious about flowers and plus he gets to talk to you

He also does his own research and gets you a bouquet with special flowers

Medic

He's never been a big flower guy but you were the one that drew him to the shop

He slowly begins to love flowers as he had conversations with you about them

He considers making you a flower out of body parts but he scraps that idea pretty quick lol

He's clueless about flowers so he goes to Heavy for extra information so he can have more to talk about with you

Sniper

Sniper knows some basics about flowers but certainly not as much as you

He silently writes down all the flowers that have romantic meanings so he can send them to you the next week as an anonymous gift

He's surprisingly subtle about it as well

He also ends up making you an origami flower as a little extra special gift

Spy

He's such a romantic that he knows a lot about flowers

You and him end up trading facts back and forth

He'll definitely use his knowledge to get you flowers that express his feelings

And you know he knows what the flowers mean so it doesn't take long for a confession to occur

Mrs. Pauling

She was super stressed out and ended up in your shop to hopefully relax

That's when she met you and she began coming back more often

She enjoyed hanging out with you because your presence and the flowers helped her stress problems

Most days when she has time she'll surprise you with a flower or bee charm and take time to chat with you

[yyoshiaa]

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hey ! I’m back on. tumblr (i’m not dead XD)

I’m back with my stickers !!!

I really like to create the design and make stickers !

It’s good to make these, but if I want to make more stickers, I need to sell them.

I really hope you like this ! so if you want something, come in my DM to tell me what you want ! (or if you want more informations)

[niblets-criblet]

Yellow rain. 🍋

[riverscuomoyaoi]

Which tf2 merc is most likely to fist fight a toddler for a Bluey plush?

Idk scout maybe?? Or soldier???? And spy would just stab the child

[jermer10]

(I'm new here so if you have done this already, MB) could you write heavy x reader when reader finds heavys clothes and wears them and heavy catches them?? I would like reader to be gender neutral or female and it can lead to NSFW if you want it too 🥴 thank you (ignore if needed) 💛💛💛

TF2 stealing heavy's clothing

18+ only, afab reader | i fucking LOVE heavy

drabbles under the cut :P

Every merc had a designated job in order to keep the barracks clean, and yours happened to be the bathrooms. You absolutely hated this job. Ten mercs living under one roof where 90% of you were men? Yeah, those bathrooms were feral, and after having to scrub them clean 2 times a week for months, you were beginning to grow exhausted. So when Medic offered to swap the laundry job with you for a week, you took full advantage of his generosity. You had no idea how much laundry 10 mercs produced in the span of a week. The first night is when you saw Misha's sweater in the dryer. It was massive, the biggest piece of clothing you had ever seen, red and adorned with black stripes and diamonds across the chest. It smelt of washing detergent, the musk of old clothing, and a hint of the lemongrass cologne he had been wearing that hadn't been washed out in the machine.

This wasn't the first time you had seen the sweater, in fact he wore it often during the colder months, but it was the first time you had it in your hands, the first time you were able to smell it up close, the first time you were able to feel the plush fabric scrunched up in your fists. You felt dizzy, face flushing in both embarrassment and lust. Your crush on the older man had not gone unnoticed by him, and his small advances had done nothing to aid the sticky wetness which gathered in your underwear whenever he had gotten too close. You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of him, hands inching to the waistband of your shorts.

"YO! MEDIC! I NEED SOME UNDERWEAR!" A voice boomed from the entrance to the laundry. You snapped out of your trance, and threw the sweater back into the laundry basket. Scout came swiftly around the corner, towel wrapped around his lanky hips. "Oh! Uhh, hey y/n." He grinned, blush dusting his cheeks. "Hey man, underwear is in the basket. I'm not finished sorting through them yet so you'll have to search for 'em." He nodded, scavenging through the clothes. 'I need to get my shit together, that was so gross..' you thought, the blood rushing to your face once more as you began to toss the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Night three you had seen the sweater again, and this time it was in the dirty basket. You couldn't help the perverse thoughts, gingerly picking the piece of clothing and setting it aside. You figured you could get a couple of loads on before washing it with the last of the clothing, then you would have adequate time to...do what you needed. It was dirty, the way you continued to glance over at it even after you had resigned yourself to doing your job. You needed to smell it, the blood entrenched in the fibers of the fabric, the lemongrass stench that you could pick up from across the spacious room, the smell of Heavy, his natural odor alone set you off.

"Fuck," You breathed out, feeing your fingers slide into your pants as you held the sweater to your face. You could cum there and then, imagining him as the person touching you. It wasn't enough, you needed to wear the sweater. You needed to feel him wrapped around you. It slid over your head with ease, the sleeves far too large, the bottom hem of the sweater reaching well below your knees. You came hard, muffled noises of moans as you shoved your face into the bunched up fabric. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" You clasped your face in your hands.

It was Sunday, the final day of washing clothes before you would have to go back to the bathrooms. The week had been slow, and you were certain Misha had picked up the change in your behavior. You were skittish, face red whenever you saw him, and whenever you saw him swearing that god forsaken sweater you couldn't even bare to stay in the same room as him for longer than a minute. That fucking sweater. Sitting clean, in the dryer, waiting, no, begging, for you to put it on. You obliged, slipping into the cloth eagerly. You stood there for a moment, smelling the fabric, taking it in. This was the last time you would get to do this. The last- "What are you doing?" You heard the thick Russian accent of the man behind you before you even heard what he had said.

You couldn't even look at him. You didn't have to, you could hear his menacing footsteps walk up to you, and then you felt his large hands grasp your hips. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. "Heavy has been waiting for opportunity like this. This is why you have been so scared of Heavy hmm?" His tone was hot, heavy, and laced with false concern. "Uhh, yeah I guess." You mumbled awkwardly. He laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that made your knees weak and your eyes squeeze close. "Come, little голубь." You felt yourself being lifted into the air and placed on the folding bench in front of the machines.

Heavy stripped your shorts from you, leaving no time for you to process his actions before your bottom half was completely naked. "Heavy came here to talk, but fucking you will get point across much quicker." He grinned, a lovestruck, sadistic grin. If you had been wet before, you were soaked now. He knelt down face lined up with your sobbing pussy, his tongue prodding at your entrance before his mouth absorbed your sex. "Ohhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkk" The moan drawls from your throat, its raw and guttural. Your body writhes and shakes under his gentle touch.

His tongue snakes it's way onto your clit, gently sucking and prodding at it with his lips. You're getting close, your fingers gripped onto his face, pulling him in closer, begging for release. He pulls away, and before you can produce a whine of protest, he pushes his index finger into you. It's enough to stretch you, to fill you up completely. He thrusts his finger in twice, placing his mouth back onto your pussy, and you cum hard. He pulls away licking his fingers clean, you're a heaving whining mess. "Wear Heavy's clothes more often." He states simply, standing up and smacking your ass before kissing you passionately and walking out. You should swap jobs with Medic more often.

[limey-writes]

TF2 Matchup?

I'm a gender anomaly studying meteorology and emergency management. I like natural disasters and psychological horror. I like analog horror, ARGs, serial killer documentaries, and other creepy internet stuff. But I also really love cute things like Hello Kitty and kittens.

What in the fuck would I be paired with? XD

Sounds fuckin cool ngl homie, who doesnt like a bit of horror every once in a while (:

I pair you with...

Heavy!

Can you blame him for liking you so much? Your interests intrigue him and he feels so special when you let him learn about the new thing you've learned about! On occasion he will listen in to your documentaries if you'd allow him to, whether it's something he listens to on the side or listening along as he holds you in his arms, he simply appreciates the time he gets with you. He's a bit confused with all the creepy internet stuff, but definitely asks about them and might ask if you could tell him a few stories while he's working or reading.

Heavy is the type of guy to look big and scary and yet melt at the sight of a little itty bitty kitten, so he's in the same boat when he gives you kitten themed gifts, plenty of hello kitty items for you to enjoy. Hell, he probably even finds a way to hand-make you a little plush of it for you to carry around. Eventually he'll end up telling plenty of stories that you share with him to the other mercs, and definitely makes him feel even scarier when they shy away from the new information he knows about with the killer documentaries (whoops). Though at the end of the day, as long as he has you in his arms he couldn't be happier! <3