Christian Brutal Medic

This is an ask/RP blog for TF2 OC Christian Brutal Medic. You must be 18 + to interact with this muse. Follows back from GemstoneHub

[brutalmedic]

Name: [REDACTED]

Alias: Christian Brutal Medic

Nicknames: CBM, Brutal Medic, Mad Doctor, Twisted Doctor, Broken Doctor

Weapons:

Primary: Crusaders Crossbow

Secondary: Blutdieb (Blood Thief) Medigun

Melee: Vita-Saw

Personality: Merciless, Blood-thirsty, Quick witted, Smooth talker

Likes: Blood, gore, killing all in his path, bondage, dominating others, human flesh.

Hates: Peaceful people, bunnies, bright colours.

Bio:

CBM was once a normal RED Medic. One day, after so many deaths and his team calling on him endlessly, calling him a bad medic, he snapped and murdered his entire team before doing the same to the BLU team. Since then, he’s gone base to base, slaughtering the mercenaries and feasting on their flesh.

[roleplaystartermemes]

Come into my ask box and interrogate my muse. This is your chance to ask them anything you ever wanted. On or off anon

[brutalmedic]

"How curious.."

The scent of the other medic was what the cannibal detected before hearing his voice, his mouth watering from under his elk skull. Piercing red eyes locked onto the BLU as he chuckled darkly.

"Was haben wir hier?" He practically purred. "A BLU Medic. Come to sacrifice yourself, Geringerer Arzt?"

[sadisticmedic]

The tall male. But shorter than him grinned slightly as he put his finger to his lip." Bitte. Sacrifice meinself? I'm not doin any such thing. I'm merely observing an animal eating zere meal." The bearded male hummed.

He was looking at the very thing that killed his team. He didn't care in the slightest. He was more or less interested in what this anomaly was. His eyes mere pinpricks as he cocked his head." Gorgeous.."

[brutalmedic]

“An animal? Me?” An idea quickly formed in his twisted brain. A hidden, bloodied smirk grew on the taller man’s lips. “You know vhat animals tend to do after zhey feed?” He started a slow approach toward the small BLU. “Zhey tend to look for a mate, und since I’ve hunted everyvne else here, I only see vne potential mate~”  He brought a bloody palm up to caress the other medic’s cheek. Maybe he’d be able to snag a bite off this man, see if he was going to prey mantis him when they were done.

[brutalmedic]

"How curious.."

The scent of the other medic was what the cannibal detected before hearing his voice, his mouth watering from under his elk skull. Piercing red eyes locked onto the BLU as he chuckled darkly.

"Was haben wir hier?" He practically purred. "A BLU Medic. Come to sacrifice yourself, Geringerer Arzt?"

[horrificmemes]

Reblog if your muse has ever tortured someone.

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Send “Collared!” to see my muses reaction to yours putting a collar on them!

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[brutalmedic]

Moan

Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed

Upon stepping into the now dead Red Medic's lab, the broken doctor spotted the BLU Scout tied down to a medical bed, his clothes having been completely removed from his form.

"Vell, vell~ Vhat do ve have here?" He chuckled darkly. "Looks like zhat pathetic excuse for a medic actually managed to capture somevone after all." He approached the restrained American and stood beside the bed, his one of his bloodied maroon gloves came up to caress Scott's chest and stomach.

"You'd make for a perfect dessert, meine leckere Tarte."

[running-in-blind]

A sensation of dread welled up in the mans stomach when not only did he hear gunshots but the Medic whom held him here with the promise of a good time hadn't returned after going off to get something, that's when the doors swung open and a set of unfamiliar eyes fell upon him.

"Woah! Who da hell are you?!" He shrieked out as he tried to close his legs to give himself some sort of decency, only for the restraints not to give him an inch. Panic was shooting through the nervous rabbit as he was touched and blood was smeared across his bare torso. "Where da hell is da doc?!"

[brutalmedic]

The man in black simply chuckled at the American’s panic and his pathetic attempt to obtain decency. “Who am I?” He leaned forward. “I am your new doctor~ Are you prepared for your...” His voice dipped lower. “...Examination?” When asked where the other medic was, he brought a bloodied and up under his skull mask and licked his fingers. “Zhat other doctor? He vas delicious, zhough he did put up quite zhe fight~”

He straightened his posture and moved to the far end of the bed, crawling onto it and between the scout’s legs. “How could I possibly resist such a perfectly displayed snack?”

[running-in-blind]

"Woahwoahwoah! Yer not serious are ya?!" His voice was still rather shrill as he continued to struggle, his chest heaving as he was basivally hyperventilating. Then he froze on the spot as he realised what the other meant, his face going pale as it felt like he was going to throw up. Oh god, he gad to be joking right?! "Y-you ate him?"

The Americans voice croaked out, barely above a whisper as those vibrant blue eyes follow the man to the end of the bed where he opted to crawl between his legs. he was frozen on the spot, too scared to move in fear of angering the man.

[brutalmedic]

“Now do I look like somevone who vould make jokes?” He asked, lifting his skull mask and glaring at the vulnerable scout. “Zhe doctor vas very tasty, pure dark meat. But I expected as much, He vas very muscular.” He dragged his tongue from Scott’s naval up to his collarbone. “Unlike you, Herr Scout. Zhough, you look like you’d taste so much sveeter.” 

A hand came to caress the smaller man’s hip, slipping down to his thigh before moving inward. “You must understand zhat I cannot allow such a prime opportunity slip by. I must take vhat zhe old medic left behind~”

[running-in-blind]

Those robotic toes of his curled as he inhaled sharply through his nose as he was stared at directly by those intense red eyes, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed a lump in his throat as he couldn't help but whine. Upon that warm tongue running along his stomach and chest, the Scouts body trembled in response and his face dusted a light red. "I dink I'd just be tough n chewie, nothin appetizing."

He then gasped at the hand making its move on his muscular thigh, his ever eager need culminating in his cock twitching as it anticipated some stimulation.

[brutalmedic]

“Mmm~ I vill be zhe judge of zhat, mein Blaubeerkuchen~” His hand moved to fondle the restrained scout’s package as it swelled with arousal. A pleased smirk grew on his lips before he dove down and started to lick and bite Scott’s neck and chest. His teeth sharp enough to puncture his skin. Any beads of blood that surfaced were quickly licked up by the twisted doctor. 

“Mmm~ For somevone who learned zhat zheir lover had been eaten, your getting quite worked up.” He teased, wrapping his fingers around the BLU’s shaft and steadily stroking it as it hardened further. 

[brutalmedic]

((Sorry if I already sent you one, I'm kind of forgetful))

Moan

@meetthenurse

@meetthenurse

Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting, kissing, etc.)

The demented doctor had slaughtered his way into RED base with ease. His keen sense of smell had detected a tenth person in the base. He was so use to there only being nine mercenaries so when he smelled a tenth, he had become quite excited to 'meet' them. He followed the scent all the way to the medical ward.

"Hmm~ A coincidence? Or a nurse?" He wondered to himself before kicking the door down and stalking inside. "Hallo? Ist anyvone zhere? I can smell you~"

[meetthenurse]

Nurse swiftly emerged from the examination table he was hiding behind, a pistol aimed at the invading doctor. His whole body shook with fear, his gun aimed unsteadily as his hands shook. He gulped, "s-stay back!" He warned with a crack in his voice, "i-im armed! I'm not afraid to use this thing!" Insisted Nurse, even though he very obviously sounded too afraid to use his weapon.

[brutalmedic]

A mere pistol? The doctor in black had survived direct blasts from rockets and a barrage of stickies at the same time. He knew a pistol would do nothing to him. But, he decided to play along, dropping his vita-saw and crossbow while storing his blutdieb on his back. 

“Oh, how terrifying.” He had made an attempt to sound scared but he just couldn’t, instead sounding sarcastic and cocky. “Please, Herr Nurse, do not shoot me. I am but a veak doctor~” He soon caved and started to howl in laughter. “Mein apologizes, but I could not hold it in any longer.” 

Like lightning, he charged at the smaller man, managing to get behind him and wrap his arms around the smaller form. “Now if you behave, I might not devour your flesh~.” He whispered, his breath ghosting across the nurse’s neck.

[brutalmedic]

((Sorry if I already sent you one, I'm kind of forgetful))

Moan

@meetthenurse

@meetthenurse

Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting, kissing, etc.)

The demented doctor had slaughtered his way into RED base with ease. His keen sense of smell had detected a tenth person in the base. He was so use to there only being nine mercenaries so when he smelled a tenth, he had become quite excited to 'meet' them. He followed the scent all the way to the medical ward.

"Hmm~ A coincidence? Or a nurse?" He wondered to himself before kicking the door down and stalking inside. "Hallo? Ist anyvone zhere? I can smell you~"

[brutalmedic]

moan ;)

Two: My muse will get down on their knees for your muse

He had spotted this woman some time ago and had been hunting her down for just as long. She looked so weak, so feeble, he just had to claim her. Finally he had cornered her, there was no where to run and nothing she could use to defend herself.

"Come now, fraulein. Am I really that intimidating?" He toyed, approaching her slowly before kneeling down in front of her, looking her dead in the eyes.

[brutalmedic]

Moan

Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed

Upon stepping into the now dead Red Medic's lab, the broken doctor spotted the BLU Scout tied down to a medical bed, his clothes having been completely removed from his form.

"Vell, vell~ Vhat do ve have here?" He chuckled darkly. "Looks like zhat pathetic excuse for a medic actually managed to capture somevone after all." He approached the restrained American and stood beside the bed, his one of his bloodied maroon gloves came up to caress Scott's chest and stomach.

"You'd make for a perfect dessert, meine leckere Tarte."

[running-in-blind]

A sensation of dread welled up in the mans stomach when not only did he hear gunshots but the Medic whom held him here with the promise of a good time hadn't returned after going off to get something, that's when the doors swung open and a set of unfamiliar eyes fell upon him.

"Woah! Who da hell are you?!" He shrieked out as he tried to close his legs to give himself some sort of decency, only for the restraints not to give him an inch. Panic was shooting through the nervous rabbit as he was touched and blood was smeared across his bare torso. "Where da hell is da doc?!"

[brutalmedic]

The man in black simply chuckled at the American’s panic and his pathetic attempt to obtain decency. “Who am I?” He leaned forward. “I am your new doctor~ Are you prepared for your...” His voice dipped lower. “...Examination?” When asked where the other medic was, he brought a bloodied and up under his skull mask and licked his fingers. “Zhat other doctor? He vas delicious, zhough he did put up quite zhe fight~”

He straightened his posture and moved to the far end of the bed, crawling onto it and between the scout’s legs. “How could I possibly resist such a perfectly displayed snack?”

[running-in-blind]

"Woahwoahwoah! Yer not serious are ya?!" His voice was still rather shrill as he continued to struggle, his chest heaving as he was basivally hyperventilating. Then he froze on the spot as he realised what the other meant, his face going pale as it felt like he was going to throw up. Oh god, he gad to be joking right?! "Y-you ate him?"

The Americans voice croaked out, barely above a whisper as those vibrant blue eyes follow the man to the end of the bed where he opted to crawl between his legs. he was frozen on the spot, too scared to move in fear of angering the man.

[brutalmedic]

“Now do I look like somevone who vould make jokes?” He asked, lifting his skull mask and glaring at the vulnerable scout. “Zhe doctor vas very tasty, pure dark meat. But I expected as much, He vas very muscular.” He dragged his tongue from Scott’s naval up to his collarbone. “Unlike you, Herr Scout. Zhough, you look like you’d taste so much sveeter.” 

A hand came to caress the smaller man’s hip, slipping down to his thigh before moving inward. “You must understand zhat I cannot allow such a prime opportunity slip by. I must take vhat zhe old medic left behind~”

[brutalmedic]

Moan

Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed

Upon stepping into the now dead Red Medic's lab, the broken doctor spotted the BLU Scout tied down to a medical bed, his clothes having been completely removed from his form.

"Vell, vell~ Vhat do ve have here?" He chuckled darkly. "Looks like zhat pathetic excuse for a medic actually managed to capture somevone after all." He approached the restrained American and stood beside the bed, his one of his bloodied maroon gloves came up to caress Scott's chest and stomach.

"You'd make for a perfect dessert, meine leckere Tarte."

[running-in-blind]

A sensation of dread welled up in the mans stomach when not only did he hear gunshots but the Medic whom held him here with the promise of a good time hadn't returned after going off to get something, that's when the doors swung open and a set of unfamiliar eyes fell upon him.

"Woah! Who da hell are you?!" He shrieked out as he tried to close his legs to give himself some sort of decency, only for the restraints not to give him an inch. Panic was shooting through the nervous rabbit as he was touched and blood was smeared across his bare torso. "Where da hell is da doc?!"

[brutalmedic]

The man in black simply chuckled at the American’s panic and his pathetic attempt to obtain decency. “Who am I?” He leaned forward. “I am your new doctor~ Are you prepared for your...” His voice dipped lower. “...Examination?” When asked where the other medic was, he brought a bloodied and up under his skull mask and licked his fingers. “Zhat other doctor? He vas delicious, zhough he did put up quite zhe fight~”

He straightened his posture and moved to the far end of the bed, crawling onto it and between the scout’s legs. “How could I possibly resist such a perfectly displayed snack?”

[brutalmedic]

MOAN

Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing

The twisted doctor, from under the elk skull he wore, smirked as he looked the other Brutal over, debating what article of clothing to remove. He could remove the hat, but that was far too tame, besides he liked how the sniper looked with it on. There was the pants but that was far too direct. He stepped closer and grabbed the lapels of the Australian's vest, pulling them off his shoulders and effectively removing the clothing from his person. Though that wasn't what he had chose to remove. instead he grabbed the waistline of CBS' shirt and pulled it over his head, being mindful of his hat. He tossed the shirt aside and slipped the vest back onto the sniper.

"Mmm~ viel besser." He purred, admiring the other man's chest with his ruby eyes.

[brutalistsniper]

His eyes pinned on the Medic as the cold air of ge night rushed and kissed his scarred bare chest like a cold blanket taken out of a cooler. His most prominent scar was the one on his chest. Where his heart would be. Torture scars no doubt from his past he couldn't remember. But all he had that remained was his necklace that held a cross. Simple. Gold in color. Nothing too special about it but pressed against that deep scar like something. A symbol?

A cocky smirk formed on his lips. Hell he had no idea what he said but the more the Medic spoke it made him wild and almost salivate with lust. Truthfully he was hoping for the pants. But foreplay was something Brutal could handle. That's what really made sex fun. Not the climax. But the fun just before penetration. His unnatural blue eyes stared back at him. Hell they almost glowed as he gripped at the Medic's shirt. He was so tall. Big. He wanted him to take him.

"Mate I don't say this to many blokes..but fuck me if I say this..yer someone I want in me~ take me. Don't even be shy about it ya bloody nurse!" He was almost threatening as he looked deep into his eyes having to look up at him. Drool almost escaping his lips.

[brutalmedic]

His hidden smile grew as he watched the other claw at his shirt, watched him practically squirm with lust. He took great pleasure in the show that the sniper was putting on for him, pleading to be dominated, to be used as the doctor saw fit. It was this kind of foreplay he enjoyed, the teasing, the begging, the denial, making his prey wait in torturous need.

Gripping the nose of the animal skull, he lifted it up to reveal his face to the other Brutal, his unnatural crimson eyes becoming lidded as he leaned down. "You vant me inside you? To use you however I vant? To fuck you raw and rough?" He teased, using his free hand to grab and squeeze the snipers ass, pulling him close and making their bodies press together. "You vant it so bad, don't you, mein fuck toy~?"

He adjusted the skull so it sat firmly on his head, making sure it wouldn't fall off, and used both of his hands to grab and spin CBS around. He pressed the shorter man's body against his again and started to caress and fondle his partner's chest and abdomen, fingers dipping under the waist line of his pants. He pressed a firm lick and a rather hard bite to the bushman's neck before speaking again. "You vill not get any varning vizh me, liebling." His hand then fully slipped down the sniper's pants and groped his manhood roughly.

[brutalistsniper]

Yes! Once the other revealed his face and said thoes dirty..filthy words towards him the Sniper was more than just ecstatic. He was in pure ecstasy. His cheeks red with pure lust for the other. Usually being the dom one was his thing. But with this Medic. He was hungry to be utterly dominated himself. A fuck toy as he said. Truth was. Yes. He wanted to be his fuck toy much like a certain purple Spy.

But when the abrupt turn and forceful position he was put in made him gasp. Rolling his head back till a growled Yelp left his lips when the other bit down on him like a vampire. Drawing blood no doubt as his eyes rolled back. Gasping in surprise to the sudden hard grip that was placed on his manhood almost instantly melting.

"Oh..jesus fuck.." he moaned deeply as he rested his arm against the wall. His head looking directly to the hand that tightly gripped him." N..no warnin's eh..?" He asked breathlessly with a sharp chuckle." Just how I..fuckin like i-it.. common Doc? Yer handlin me like a nurse! Really lay inta me~!"

[brutalmedic]

The way the other man challenged him made the mad doctor chuckle darkly. As he promised, there was no warning when a once gloved hand was suddenly bare and sharp nails dug into the Aussie’s chest. The other hand yanked down the sniper’s pants before moving to the German’s and undoing them, releasing his surprisingly already hard shaft. “You vant me to ‘lay into you’, Herr CBS~?” He pressed the tip of his shaft against the needy bushman’s entrance, teasing him with it. “I’m not sure you vant it bad enough~” He taunted, biting his prey’s neck again but harder, his still gloved hand fondling the other Brutal’s balls, giving them a hard squeeze every now and then. It would be too easy for the broken medic to castrate this man with only his hand, the thought was very tempting but he felt as though he’d need CBS’s jewels intact in the future.

“How am I to know just how much you vant me to fill you? To fuck you? To make you scream~?” His voice was low and growly against the sniper’s neck. His teeth dug into the flesh and tugged. Oh how he wanted to feast on this man’s flesh, taste his meat, have him become one with his body through digestion. But he knew that if he wanted to continue to play with this man, he needed him alive.

[brutalmedic]

MOAN

Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing

The twisted doctor, from under the elk skull he wore, smirked as he looked the other Brutal over, debating what article of clothing to remove. He could remove the hat, but that was far too tame, besides he liked how the sniper looked with it on. There was the pants but that was far too direct. He stepped closer and grabbed the lapels of the Australian's vest, pulling them off his shoulders and effectively removing the clothing from his person. Though that wasn't what he had chose to remove. instead he grabbed the waistline of CBS' shirt and pulled it over his head, being mindful of his hat. He tossed the shirt aside and slipped the vest back onto the sniper.

"Mmm~ viel besser." He purred, admiring the other man's chest with his ruby eyes.

[brutalistsniper]

His eyes pinned on the Medic as the cold air of ge night rushed and kissed his scarred bare chest like a cold blanket taken out of a cooler. His most prominent scar was the one on his chest. Where his heart would be. Torture scars no doubt from his past he couldn't remember. But all he had that remained was his necklace that held a cross. Simple. Gold in color. Nothing too special about it but pressed against that deep scar like something. A symbol?

A cocky smirk formed on his lips. Hell he had no idea what he said but the more the Medic spoke it made him wild and almost salivate with lust. Truthfully he was hoping for the pants. But foreplay was something Brutal could handle. That's what really made sex fun. Not the climax. But the fun just before penetration. His unnatural blue eyes stared back at him. Hell they almost glowed as he gripped at the Medic's shirt. He was so tall. Big. He wanted him to take him.

"Mate I don't say this to many blokes..but fuck me if I say this..yer someone I want in me~ take me. Don't even be shy about it ya bloody nurse!" He was almost threatening as he looked deep into his eyes having to look up at him. Drool almost escaping his lips.

[brutalmedic]

His hidden smile grew as he watched the other claw at his shirt, watched him practically squirm with lust. He took great pleasure in the show that the sniper was putting on for him, pleading to be dominated, to be used as the doctor saw fit. It was this kind of foreplay he enjoyed, the teasing, the begging, the denial, making his prey wait in torturous need.

Gripping the nose of the animal skull, he lifted it up to reveal his face to the other Brutal, his unnatural crimson eyes becoming lidded as he leaned down. "You vant me inside you? To use you however I vant? To fuck you raw and rough?" He teased, using his free hand to grab and squeeze the snipers ass, pulling him close and making their bodies press together. "You vant it so bad, don't you, mein fuck toy~?"

He adjusted the skull so it sat firmly on his head, making sure it wouldn't fall off, and used both of his hands to grab and spin CBS around. He pressed the shorter man's body against his again and started to caress and fondle his partner's chest and abdomen, fingers dipping under the waist line of his pants. He pressed a firm lick and a rather hard bite to the bushman's neck before speaking again. "You vill not get any varning vizh me, liebling." His hand then fully slipped down the sniper's pants and groped his manhood roughly.

[brutalmedic]

Moan

Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed

Upon stepping into the now dead Red Medic's lab, the broken doctor spotted the BLU Scout tied down to a medical bed, his clothes having been completely removed from his form.

"Vell, vell~ Vhat do ve have here?" He chuckled darkly. "Looks like zhat pathetic excuse for a medic actually managed to capture somevone after all." He approached the restrained American and stood beside the bed, his one of his bloodied maroon gloves came up to caress Scott's chest and stomach.

"You'd make for a perfect dessert, meine leckere Tarte."

[brutalmedic]

MOAN

Fifteen: My muse removes one article of your muse’s clothing

The twisted doctor, from under the elk skull he wore, smirked as he looked the other Brutal over, debating what article of clothing to remove. He could remove the hat, but that was far too tame, besides he liked how the sniper looked with it on. There was the pants but that was far too direct. He stepped closer and grabbed the lapels of the Australian's vest, pulling them off his shoulders and effectively removing the clothing from his person. Though that wasn't what he had chose to remove. instead he grabbed the waistline of CBS' shirt and pulled it over his head, being mindful of his hat. He tossed the shirt aside and slipped the vest back onto the sniper.

"Mmm~ viel besser." He purred, admiring the other man's chest with his ruby eyes.