I love you, EXACTLY the way you are <3 (Medic TF2 x reader) non-binary friendly
Medic's Pov
I noticed Y/N acting..off lately. They haven't been accepting physical affection or affection at all the same as they used to. Is it my fault? I don't really know, but what I do know, is that I WILL find out why. I was intensely determined to figure out the cause was.
"Greetings and salutations, has anyone seen my Darling anywhere?" I asked the base. "Saw the lass go up to the rooftop I think " Damon said which was unusually helpful from him "sincerest thanks" I finished while walking up the staircase.
"My darling, darling, where are you?" I called, finally at the roof. Then I heard crying "Y/N?" Then I saw them balled up shaking to the beat of sobs. "What happened?" I asked rushing over beside them. "I-I-" then they continued to cry in my arms. My blood starting to boil, I wanted to hurt whoever did this but I couldn't figure it out with Darling sobs blocking their sweet song that most will call a voice. After some uncontrollable sobs later which I'm usually uncomfortable and awkward when people are crying but...with them it's different, everything was different with them, everything IS different with them, and I plan to keep it that way forever.
My darling soon confessed a nosy someone told her that I wasn't good for her; in other words that I, me, her lover was
Out of her league....
"Now let's think rationally, med school helped us with that one huh?" I whispered I'm starting to feel that voice again, trying to convince me. "Hold on loebe I need to think" I say letting them slip from my hands. "Think about what?" My Dove sweetly asked. "Hold on"
'Screw it. SCREW THEM! THOSE SAD EXCUSES FOR A "DOCTOR". I HAVE LEARNED NOTHING I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT ON. MY. OWN!
With my great doctoring skills, I'll make sure the sorry, sorry person will be out of everyone and EVERYTHINGS league...'
*sigh*
"Okay liebe my dear, I'll handle it. I'll make sure they will never again..
-have the mere confidence to
-ever confront you again...,
-I promise.."
"Your side is coming out again, Listen to yourself" I reasoned with him
'I'm done having conversations in my own head about what's good for my darling. We SHARE her. If and when something hurts her it's MY job to make it better so shut. up.'
I am THE cruel, evil, twisted, demented, unreasonable,
Medic...
"I heard you were talking to my darling, Told her something unbelievably stupid, sounds about right?" "Look I didn't mean it like that she's too sensitive" he said while rolling his eyes. My job is to protect Y/N, my job is to know that he told her that because he had feelings for me and wanted to sabotage our love for each other, my job is to take care of him and take care of my darling in a complete different way. My job is to kill what other me can't, who Y/N can't. My job is to kill
I plunged the knife in his stomach causing the waste of space to collapse. 'Ill do more with him later ' I thought to myself. He kept on groaning and cursing wishing some sort of horrible unspeakable pain onto me.
Little does he know..
He'll be taking that same fate he speaks.
I get him into my basement then run back to the roof to my lover.
She's gone
"Y/N!?"
I rush to their room and desperately knock for them to open up their day. I feel desperate to see them even though I couldn't figure out why, I didn't care. Just wanted to see them
"Ye-?oh hi. Why did you leave me alone up there like that? It- nevermind"
"Apologizes Y/N. I'm coming back slowly I'm going a little off the rails"
"You were supposed to comfort me what the hell?"
"Again I'm sorry I wasn't there I wasn't feeling like myself but I did take care of it. If it'll make you feel better, we can hug all day if you'd like" I offered with a smile, returning to my normal self. "Really?! Yes, yes,yes one hundred percent yes!" We cuddled and played their favorite YouTube videos which I wouldn't like to admit, I wasn't very interested in. "Babe I know you don't like watching them I can tell, I'll turn it off when it's done" "no, no that won't be necessary there are some...funny parts......sorta" "SEE I knew it! You don't like it" they said sitting up from laying on my chest. "I.. uh okay well maybe I don't but you do so it doesn't matter. I have to catch up with something later anyway" after that their jaw drops and they stare. "What?" "You said you'd cuddle with me allllll day" "Oh I did? I forgot I said that last part...heh" I nervously laughed but their face was unamused. "Fine!"
I watched YouTube until they fell asleep and started to drool.
"Sweet dreams, Y/N"
"Now it's time to punish the waste of space, trash."
I went down to the basement and saw the bloody wreck in the corner he leaned closer to the corner frantically pleading me to not kill him. "I will kill you, unfortunately for you but first I'll need to make you REGRET ever speaking to her..."
The next day, Darling was fine and happy like usual. No weird sleeping patterns of going to bed at 8, avoiding me and others ect she's just... herself. I'm glad and if anyone tries to mess with her, with our happiness,
Omg that medic wedding fic was so mf CUTE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 do u think we can get a wedding night one?
i was lowkey hoping youd ask for a wedding night one lolz but yeah pls enjoy anon ily <3 (also sorry it took me so long i was trying to figure out christmas presents — so merry christmas from me 2 u anon!)
cw // passionate (and rough) love making !! honeymoon sex ftw, hes so turned on over the fact he can call u his wife like oh my goddd, some cute continued dialogue from pt 1 that might make a bitch cry 😈, pure fluff with a wee bit of angst hehe. some reference to in game lore (scout having a camera for a weapon).
<3
“Danke, meine Frau.” He said for the hundredth time tonight as I opened our front door and shut it behind us. His hands full of things, as he looked for a place to set some things down.
His suit jacket and my wedding dress were thrown over the couch, items were falling out of Ludwigs arms and he refused to let me help while a container filled with wedding cake laid balancing on top of it all. I slowly picked up the dropped items after him and placed them on our kitchen bench, as he placed everything on the large island.
He took a small piece of the wedding cake and opened Archimedes’ cage, placing it in his food bowl before putting the rest in the fridge.
“You need to relax a little.” I said, pulling him away from the pile of things he was trying to organise. “It’s our wedding night, I’m not letting you spend it by being a neat freak.”
“But first—” He said, cutting himself off by placing a quick kiss on my lips as he squeezed past me from the kitchen into the living room, he grabbed his suit jacket and my wedding dress, and folding them neatly and putting them where he’d remember to send them to the dry cleaners to get boxed.
“Let me just finish up, liebling.” He smiled, as he walked back towards me and placed a quick kiss on my forehead.
“We’ll do it tomorrow.” I said, grabbing his tie to pull his face closer to mine before he could walk away. “It’s the start of our honeymoon. You have 2 weeks off work, it’s time for you to relax and do your husbandly duties.”
“Ja, after we clean, we can relax without needing to do chores.” He said blanky, ignoring the memo entirely and pulled out of the loose grip to continue moving our things around.
He picked up the bottle of champagne signed by Miss Pauling and Mr DeGroot and tried to place it somewhere before I pulled it out of his hands, he immediately went to pick up the picture book (that Scout was somehow in charge of) before I also pulled it out of his hand.
“Ludwig.” I said sternly, staring at him as he picked up yet another item.
“Mrs Ludwig?” He responded sweetly. I placed the items back down and sighed, his stubbornness winning once again.
“C’mon, love.” I frowned, guilting him into stopping his actions, “Let’s go to bed, we’ll do it tomorrow.”
He sighed, I understood his way of thinking, if we got it done now, we don’t need to do it later, and it’s easier in the long run but it’s already been a long day. He’s so wrapped up in making everything perfect, the idiot is just too sweet for his own good.
“Let’s just go to bed, okay?” I repeated, and then it dawned on him what I really meant, having an audible ‘ahh, right, that’s what you meant by husbandly duties’ moment, he started picking up the pace as he walked towards the bedroom behind me.
Once we reached the bedroom, he closed the door behind him and walked us to the edge of the bed, making me sit as he stood above me, leaning down to kiss me as he reached behind me to unzip my dress while my fingers reached to unbutton his shirt. I pulled away from the kiss to pull off his shirt completely, as well as slip out of the dress.
The dress stayed pooled at the foot of the bed while his shirt and tie got thrown onto it. Noticing the shirt had a familiar tag, I furrowed my eyebrows at him. He did NOT wear his uniform shirt to our wedding. “Is that your uniform shirt?”
“Apologies, meine frau, but it’s a comfortable shirt.” He tried to keep a straight face as he apologised but I could tell he thought it was hilarious, I sat there in shock, open mouthed as he tried not to laugh. Admittedly, it was a bit funny. He smiled to himself before speaking, “I could think of a better way to use that mouth.”
His hand trailed my jaw and he kissed me strongly, pressing our bodies together as he continued to tower over me. He hummed softly as he ran his hands up and down my skin, before reaching behind, hands on my back and pulling me closer into the kiss. It was intimate; sweet. The act of someone sitting bare in front of someone you love, and for them to only want to display their affection, ignoring any trace of
lust.
He pressed deeper into the kiss as we moved in sync as his hands reached to unclasp the bra, pulling it off without breaking the kiss and his hands lowering down to my hips, fiddling with the band of my underwear. He eventually pulled away, with slight gasps for air as he admired the way I sat in front of him.
His large hands ran up from my hips to my breasts as he began to massage them gently, sighing at the red marks the tight bra had left, his head burying into the crook of my neck again, leaving small, wet kisses as he continued massaging. I moaned softly into his ear, causing him to groan in response.
“Mhm, need you.” He spoke desperately, “meine frau, want you so bad.”
I hummed in response, my fingers tracing down to his trousers, fiddling with the button and zip before pulling them just far enough down for access. His face stayed buried into my neck as I tried to lower his pants as far as I could, Ludwig too busy kissing and nipping at my skin to step out and remove them.
“I want you too, love.” I pleaded with him, trying to get his hardened dick out of his tented underwear but struggling with shaking hands, which pulled him out of his trance as he leant away from my neck and kicked off his pants, they fell to the floor as he began to move us up the bed.
I sat leant against the pillows as his arms tried to lay me down as he leant over me with a hard kiss, my hands snaked their way underneath his arms and clung onto his back, I tried pulling him closer to me but his strength kept him in place.
“Gottverdammt, meine frau, wanna fuck you so bad, wanted to all day.” My wife, he hadn’t stopped saying it since the ‘I do’s’, and now it made sense.
“I want you to fuck me, please, I want my husband to make me feel good.” My words fell from my mouth like stones and it almost turned him feral, I could hear a groan escape his lips as he tried to hold himself back.
I could see the guilty look on his face as he positioned us, there was little to no preparation (though we didn’t need it); he loves taking his time but all he wants right now is to take me, as his wife. With an angry grumble, he pulled away from my neck and aligned himself before entering with one swift thrust, bottoming out immediately and earning long moans from the both of us.
He sat at a leisurely pace as he stayed towered above me, his perfectly straight teeth forming a lop-sided, love-struck, dumb smile. The pace was sweet, but not enough to get either of us off, it was for the intimacy of it.
“Is this how you fuck your wife? If so, might need a better husband.”
He groaned with furrowed eyebrows, rolling his neck as he restrained himself yet again, though, began picking up the pace, eliciting soft moans from me as he tried to control his jagged breathing. I reached to my surroundings with one hand while still keeping a tight grip on his shoulder. My hands grabbed Ludwigs loosened tie and threw it over his head before tightening it again, pulling him closer like a leash while grinding against him desperately.
Whines escaped my lips as he slowly but surely began moving faster and harder while keeping it passionate. With a gentle tug on the tie, he gripped the sides of my hips hitting just the right spot as he began to thumb my clit
“C’mon, liebling.” He beckoned sweetly, his actions becoming harsher and more desperate. I could tell by his actions he was nowhere near close; just desperate for my own pleasure. He began thrusting deeper into me, a gasp leaving my throat as he did so. My hands fell from his tie and shoulder onto the sides of his arms as I gripped tightly, trying to hold onto my surroundings.
His movements somehow felt concisely pre-thought while also feeling spontaneous, as if he’d memorised all the perfect spots, nooks, crannies. He began to slow, making me whine. His thrusting pattern changed completely as his finger began rubbing my clit harder. Once his thrust was all the way inside, as deep as he could go, he began to grind his hips into mine, poking at the utmost deepest part of my insides.
He leant forward and wrapped
his arms around my back, lifting me up and changing our positions; he still sat on the bed with his knees spread, my legs still by his hips as he angled me upright enough to be sitting directly on top of him as he stayed as deep as he could; the change of position had me groan at the sudden fullness and new depth.
His head dipped into my neck once again as he placed soft kisses on my throat and neck, enjoying the warmth around him as I desperately clung to him and tried grinding down on him. His hands returned to my hip and began to alter between rocking me against him and moving me up and down on him like a personal fleshlight. My head falling back and eyes rolling out of my skull as he nose-exhaled into my skin.
My nails dug into his flesh, feeling the urge to just drag them down his spine and mark him, I restrained. Like a mind-reader; he began thrusting even harder, letting out a loud scream of his name. My fingers dragged themselves down past his shoulder blades before the strength in my hands went limp.
He hissed a moan at the feeling and began rambling, switching between German and English about the pain feeling good, his stomach muscles tensing and untensing against my clit as he got used to the stinging.
“Feels so, so good.” I spoke between pants and gasps, desperately needing to hold onto something, gripping onto his tie once again as the other laced its way into his hair. “I wanna cum, please, Ludwig, ‘m so close.”
He nodded with a shaky breath, letting me know he’s close too, unable to process english words he began rambling in german. “komm für mich, meine frau.”
“a-are you gonna cum with me?” I pleaded, trying to keep my eyes open for longer than 3 seconds as we made eye contact that we were both straining to maintain.
“Gott, Yes, yes.” He began to chant, his actions turning properly sloppy this time; though he didn’t need to keep it up for long, feeling the build up spill towards the edge.
I let out a long high-pitched moan that could pass as a squeal as I tightened around him, aching as he continued to thrust through the shock. My body seized, feeling like explosions before slumping over completely; it was pretty much all it took because the second I stopped clenching around him, he tipped over the edge too.
His warm cum spilling inside me with a string of German curses leaving his mouth before he cut himself off with a loud moan, muttering ‘meine frau’ and almost collapsing as well.
I loosened the tie once again and pulled it over his head, throwing it god knows where as Ludwig softly laid us onto the bed, keeping our general position as we laid on our sides, arms around each other holding as close as we could, his now softened cock staying still deep within my warmth. He whispered words of praise and general sweet nothings into my ear as he held me close, reminding me just how much he loves me. It was a comfortable quietness until he finally spoke at regular volume.
“Thank you.” He said through his tired voice. Something else he’d been saying the entire evening, something I didn’t quite understand.
“Why do you keep thanking me?” I nose-exhaled and smiled, furrowing my eyebrows. He only let out a hum, too exhausted to speak. “Love, you’ve been sayin’ it all day. What’s to thank?”
He exhaled and loosely stretched, opening his eyes and forcing himself to speak. “You always put up with me. I know I’ve got a hard job.” He spoke, trailing off into mumbles as a more evident frown grew.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I’ve always expected you to leave me for someone who has more time for you.” He repeated louder, “I didn’t expect you to want to marry me or even go through with the wedding.”
I frowned at him softly as his sentence lingered in the air as one of his hands reached up and began stroking my hair softly, he hesitated to find the next few words.
“I didn’t expect someone so amazing to come into my life.” His words slurring, tiredness consuming him enough to be unable to speak in coherant words.
“I love you, Ludwig. Wouldn’t want anyone else.”
He smiled contently, letting out a hum, “I love
you too, meine frau.” He mumbled before softly drifting asleep, myself following quickly behind.
hehe this tickles my brain methinks , rlly hope u enjoy this anon <3
[part 2]
cw // pure fluff man, ive never been to a wedding before lol, i did so much research for it, i decided to keep it sfw bc it was just too cute to make sexy :) + miss pauling is the only reason the event didnt fall apart, reference to the comic lore.
<3
I stood at the end of the aisle as I watched Ludwig stand in the middle waiting for me, he was anxiously looking around to see the other mercs with a few other friends and family though it was kept scarce. Travish sat on the piano, playing a majestic soft song as I slowly began to walk down towards the man I love, the one I’m about to marry. It’s nerve wracking, really. Sure, without a doubt, we both knew we’d spend the rest of our lives together with or without a wedding but it was still terrifying.
Slowly getting pulled away from my thoughts as Ludwig, unsurprisingly but also as a failed surprise, had his doves make the scenery look like it was unreal, which meant a lot since this was a small wedding with nothing over the top. Given his job, it’s not like we had much of a choice; though there weren’t many complaints to be had. The location was nice and the thought put into it made up for it, though I’m sure just going down to sign the papers and leave married would have worked just as well.
Since it was a little under planned, there was no seating arrangement, no bridesmaids (unless you count Miss Pauling) or best men (and unless you count Misha), but it was representative of our friends and lives.
Reaching the middle of the aisle with a harsh stop as I turned to look at Ludwig, standing in a black suit with a team coloured tie.
“You look beautiful.” He whispered, hooking our arms and continuing to walk down the aisle.
“The doves were a little cliche.” I smiled. He looked back at me, pretending to be offended. “What? Everyone always wants doves at their wedding. Didn’t think you would too.”
“Took me a week to teach them that!” He quietly joked, before reaching the minister, who has his book ready to read from. Miss Pauling organised most of the wedding, including hiring the said minister, who looked young and spoke professionally.
He welcomed everyone as he read out slowly, stating the purpose of the ceremony though it was more than obvious, before turning to me, “Your vows?”
I pulled out a small slip of paper, glancing over the traditional vows.
“I take you, Ludwig, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health;” I cleared my throat, “Especially if for any reason you want to dismember me for your science—”
Ludwig glared at me with a soft smile, “Continue the vows.”
“But I also take you to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” I snickered at the ‘death’, given the incident with Mundy, death would not be what parted us.
Ludwig smiled adoringly, before pulling out his own ‘traditional’ vows from his front pocket, adding his own snarky comment about promising to always reattach my limbs, unless he doesn’t want to. He also struggled to keep a straight face while saying ‘till death do us part.'
Before the minister could ask for the rings, Miss Pauling rushed up with them both, stunning him before he began his speech about how significant the rings are as Ludwig took my hand as he began reciting the words that the minister told him to.
“I give you this ring, as a symbol of our love, for today and tomorrow,” He spoke through his thick accent, though it seemed to roll off his tongue as if he wasn’t being told what to say, “and know that my love is present, even when I am not.”
Once the ring was placed on my hand, the minister glanced towards me as I repeated the actions, taking his hand, reciting the words and placing his respective ring on his hand.
The minister gestured towards the both of us once again, “Do you, Ludwig, take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
He tried to contain a wide smile, “I do.”
“And do you, y/n, take Ludwig to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
This is it, this is the moment that defines the rest of our semi-immortal lives.
“Yes, I do.”
“By the authority vested in me by the state of New Mexico, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He spoke, giving a soft smile to Ludwig; “You may kiss the bride.”
He was giddy and full of energy, he pulled me into an excited hug while
kissing me, spinning us around in his childlike energy as his large body engulfed me wholly into the embrace.
“Ich liebe dich, meine frau.” He smiled; I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy, his words barely audible over the sound of everyone’s applause and cheers. “Thank you.”
“I love you too.” I said, slightly struggling against his grip. “Can you please let me go, seriously, I want to get out of this dress, it’s very uncomfortable.”
He let out a slight chuckle as he unwrapped his arms from the tight embrace, as we walked into the building and began the recessional.
