Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink
Day 17: Dom Drop (Aftercare)
🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞
Pairings: Engineer x Reader (no gender specified!)
Summary: Engie needs some reassurance after a particularly rough session with you.
Tags: Aftercare, dom drop, nothing really explicit, mentions of rough play
Word Count: 1.6k
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You weren’t sure how long you were laying limp on the bed, face buried in a soft pillow. You barely had the strength to turn your head to the side and take in much needed breaths of fresh air. Your whole body trembled, your ass stung, and coming down from the rush of such a splendid high had left you feeling strung out and dizzy. It was almost like being hungover, but mercifully lacking the throbbing headache. You were pretty sure you had started crying at some point, but you soon lacked the energy even for that.
Only when Engie returned to the bedroom with a cool glass of water did you start to come to your senses, his soft voice coaxing you back to reality. “Come on now, you need to drink, sweetheart.
You rolled over and sat up with a groan, wincing from the aches and stings that spread through your body as the pain killing endorphins that had flooded your bloodstream mere minutes ago began to ebb away. The only thing motivating you to sit up at all was your thirst, which you were suddenly very aware of. Taking the glass, you gulped the water down like your life depended on it. The cool drink soothed your throat, strained from just how loud you had been moaning- well, more like screaming.
“Thank you,” you gasped, having drained the glass within seconds. Engie managed to take it from you moments before you collapsed against him. With a soft chuckle, he placed the glass on the nightstand before wrapping his arms around you, looking down at your downright blissed out expression. “That was…” you muttered, failing to find any fitting words. “…Wow.”
Engie chuckled, guiding you back down to lay on the bed. “Just ‘wow?’”
“I’m not good with words right now,” you said, rolling out of Engie’s embrace to press your body into the bedsheets. They were soft and cool against your skin, soothing the lingering pain.
“You’re still okay, right?” Engie asked, laying down next to you. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“It was perfect,” you mumbled, cuddling up against your partner. He pulled you in again, unwilling to keep his hands off you for long. He trailed his fingers up and down your back lazily, slowly beginning to venture lower. A sharp inhale from you made him freeze. Your ass still stung, even with the most gentle of touches.
“Damn it, I’m sorry!” Engie pulled his hand away quickly.
“It’s okay, just be careful. I’m probably going to be sore there for a while.” You gave him a reassuring smile. He didn’t seem convinced.
“You’re sure you’re alright, darlin’? I went pretty hard on you-”
“I promise. I’m okay.” You looked up at Engie, examining his expression. He looked concerned, obviously, but there was also a trace of what you could only describe as guilt. “Dell, are you alright?”
“Pardon?”
You repeated yourself. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, don’t go worryin’ about me now, sweetheart. You’re the one who-”
You were quick to cut him off. No partner of yours was going to put aside his own comfort on your watch. “It doesn’t matter if I was the one ‘taking it,’ Engie. We were both involved, so we both need to check in with each other.” Your voice softened. “Now, are you alright?”
Engineer stammered, paused for a long moment, and then finally spoke. “I don’t know.”
“That’s okay,” you said. “Do you want to talk about it for a bit?”
There was quiet for a while, heavy with unspoken words, but you didn’t pry. Engineer would talk when he was ready, and you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. You felt him breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling a few times before he finally broke the silence.
“Being rough with you, having so much control, it was like a high.” He took another deep, shuddering breath. “And now, I don’t know. Something just feels off, I should be all happy, but…”
He trailed off, at a loss for words, not sure how to describe this feeling. Luckily, it was something you were quite familiar with.
“You’re dropping,” you said, mentally kicking yourself for not realizing it sooner. Engie nodded. That was the best way to describe it. “That’s normal. Adrenaline is one hell of a drug.”
“This was all so new,” Engie said. A bit of guilt still marred his expression, but he was also looking quite relieved to know that this was a normal occurrence. “I felt bad for being so rough on you, and for enjoying it so much.”
You nodded, listening intently. “What can I do to help you through this?” you asked. There was a chance you wouldn’t be able to do anything more than stay by his side for now, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.
Engineer thought for a moment before responding. “Maybe you could, I don’t know, tell me what you liked? Specifically?” His face flushed red. It would have been cute if he wasn’t obviously having such a hard time right now. “I just want to know that you enjoyed yourself.”
“Oh, where to start!” you said with a laugh, immediately lightening the mood. If he wanted to know what you enjoyed, you could go on for hours. “Well, I never knew you could be so assertive! You’re usually such a gentleman, it was nice to be ordered around for once. Oh, and you’re much stronger than I thought, just throwing me around, using me like a toy…” You shivered at the memory, a wide, wistful grin stretching across your face.
“Well, I am used to lugging around a heavy toolbox almost every day,” Engie said, shrugging. Already his voice seemed lighter, more cheery. He almost sounded proud of himself.
“What else…” you murmured, mostly to yourself. You had so thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience that it was difficult to single out specific things. Oh, but there was one moment that had been a particular favorite of yours. “Honestly, I really liked it when you spanked me. I didn’t even need to tell you to do that! Fuck, it was hot.”
Engie chuckled, giving you a knowing look. “I thought you might enjoy that.”
You had no clue how Engie had pegged you as a masochist, but he had, and now you had the subtle sting and red marks adorning your ass as a reminder. You liked to think it was because the two of you had some kind of special connection. That, or he had just paid attention to your reactions in the past, like when you would get on top and he would lose himself, clawing at your thighs to get you to go faster. You always did seem to come so much harder when he did that.
Still, he was a bit hesitant with outright spanking, his primary concern being that in the heat of the moment he may accidentally use the Gunslinger hand. That would have been very bad, and most likely would have resulted in a horribly embarrassing trip to the medbay.
“I don’t recall ever telling you I enjoyed pain,” you said. “Am I really that easy to read?”
“Well, you ain’t exactly subtle. You always moan louder when I graze my teeth along your neck”
“Oooh, maybe you can bite me next time!”
Engie gave a nervous chuckle, but his smile didn’t falter. “Maybe we’ll work our way up to that.”
“You really do make me feel so good,” you said. You were completely genuine, and you wanted to make sure he knew that. “Thank you for doing this with me, Dell.”
“Well, I aim to please,” he said, turning his head away to hide the warmth rising in his cheeks. It wasn’t very effective. He always got flustered when you used his real name.
“I see that blush!” you giggled. “I think you like it when I praise you!”
“Ah, come on, don’t tease me now,” Engie said, awkwardly trying to hide his face against the pillow.
“It’s cute! You’re adorable when you get all red like that!” You nestled against his side, watching as he blushed right down to his neck. “I’m guessing you’re feeling a bit better now?”
Engie nodded, finally turning to face you, even with his face still rosy as ever. “Very much. Thank you, darlin’.” He placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I really don’t deserve you.”
“You’re the one who agreed to do this with me, Dell. I should feel lucky to have you.” You rested your head on his chest, yawning softly. “Ready to get some sleep?”
Engie nodded, brushing a stray hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. You blinked away sleep to look up at him, smiling warmly. “I don’t know how I’m going to feel tomorrow, darlin’. I might need some more reassuring, I hope it ain’t too much of a bother.”
“Not at all,” you said, throwing your arms around him like he was an oversized teddy bear. Engie welcomed the embrace, pulling you to basically lay on top of him. You closed your eyes, feeling the texture of his flannel sleep shirt on your cheek. “You can come to me with whatever you need. Like I said, we’re in this together.”
You could feel Engie sigh. He played with your hair absentmindedly. It felt nice. He seemed better now, but you still tried to stay up, just in case he needed you. Only when his breathing evened out did you let yourself drift off, giving in to the pull of sleep, feeling rise and fall of his chest, and hearing the steady beat of his heart beneath you.
the mercs realize it's your bday and you didn't tell anyone because your family doesn't do birthdays
I’m so sorry this is a mess between British and American english. I have an American parent and a Canadian one so it messed me up lolll
if didn't include a Merc you wanted, feel free to request and I'll try and add them :]
includes: Miss Pauling & offense classes
cute platonic, gn!reader
warnings: n/a, this is basically all fluff
You'd rather not make a big deal of it being your birthday, even though it is you were taught that birthdays aren't a big deal and your family never really did them.
You kind of wish someone would care but you feel guilty about that so you choose not to tell anyone about it
The only one of these who actually knows it's your birthday is Miss Pauling, who’s seen your personnel files
Miss Pauling
She knows it's your birthday, and instead of ignoring it she decides to at least discreetly make it a good day for you
She arrives on base for a routine inspection, clipboard in hand, but once she's done with the main thing, instead of leaving, she comes to your room
"I saw that it's your birthday today. I don't know if you celebrate, or anything, but, uh, I thought you'd like a gift. Maybe."
She hands you a box, inside are some candy bars and a plush of a bear
"I know it's not exactly the nicest thing, and I know it's kinda... stereotypical... but, y'know, I thought you'd like something. So, happy birthday. From me.” She’s really shy about it, you get the feeling she didn’t--probably still doesn’t--really get to celebrate birthdays either.
She offers you a ride on her motorbike, something nice, on the open road--away from this base for a little while. You accept, taking a seat behind her, enjoying the open air--though it is pretty hot out. You guys talk, just enjoying the time.
She smiles at you as you get back. “Happy birthday. You deserve it.”
You thank her and even give her a hug. It’s nice that you got this for once.
Scout
He has no idea whatsoever that it’s your birthday. He’s interacting with you like usual, teasing you, just hanging out. You’re happy as you talk that day; he’s always good at making you laugh and smile.
At some point he notices that you’re a little down, as much as you may try to hide it, he can tell. You’re his friend, and even though he might act like he doesn’t care sometimes, you know he does. A lot.
You tell yourself you don’t want anything on your birthday, that it’s easier if no one knows, but secretly, you do.
“Hey, what’s up? C’mon, ya know I can tell when something’s wrong.”
You tell him it’s nothing.
“You sure? Really? You’re kinda… I dunno, sadder than usual.” After he asks a few times, you finally come out and tell him. You don’t say much. Just “It’s my birthday.”
“No kiddin’? Well, why didn’t ya tell me?” He comes off pretty strong. You feel kind of apologetic for mentioning it, and look away from him. “Aw, hey. Y’know what--it don’t matter. I’m gonna throw you a party like you ain’t never seen, believe me.”
You try to tell him you don’t want a party--well, you do. Maybe. No you don’t. Well, sure. But not a big one. He’s really sweet and enthusiastic about it. “Someone like you deserves a big birthday--but if you don’t want it, dat’s okay. Ya know, we could just hang out, or somethin’. You n’ me, yeah?”
You tell him you’d like that a lot. You both find a quiet spot in the base where you can just talk. He messes around, too, and pops in a Tom Jones record.
He’s a little shy, a little embarrassed, but he even sings happy birthday to you. He just seems glad no one can hear him. He doesn’t have a gift handy for you, but he ends up scribbling you a quick doodle of him telling you happy birthday. It’s misspelt, but the drawing is cute, and you keep it. “I hope ya had a good day. I’m just sorry I didn’t know sooner.” You tell him that it wasn’t his fault, how could he have known?
After all is done, he gives you an awkward hug. You smile and return it.
Soldier
He’s a little crazy so he’s just hanging around base, today he had the idea to strip and cover himself in honey, so everyone has had to convince him to please not do that, and now he’s just moping around, muttering about how anti patriotic this all is.
You sit next to him and mope as well. Unlike him, no one knows the reason you’re moping. To anyone else’s point of view, you’re just comforting him--for whatever weird reason. But he sees that you’re just as sad as him.
“What’s wrong, maggot? Is there someone who needs to see my fists meet their face?”
You tell him no, no one did anything. You’re a little intimidated by him, and you don’t see much reason to tell him anyways. But it’s nice sitting with a friend.
“If it’s not a person, then… it must be an object! Give it to me and I will destroy it immediately.” He’s being as sweet as he can, you smile and shake your head.
You sit there for a bit, smiling as you watch the other mercs come and go. Today isn’t a bad day, just a little sad. Later, you plan to find some kind of sweet treat to eat alone.
Soldier stands up, at attention, and points at you. “MAGGOT, AS YOUR SUPERIOR AND SENIOR, I ORDER YOU TO TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG!”
With a sad smile and a chuckle you finally tell him.
“Your birthday?” Soldier seems genuinely surprised. He places a hand on his chin and thinks. “We cannot go without celebrating! This is momentous!”
Although you try to protest, he turns to the base, stating to every other merc, “LISTEN UP! IT IS Y/N’S BIRTHDAY AND WE WILL CELEBRATE!”
He makes it his personal mission to decorate for a party that very evening, even gets a cake and everything. He makes every other merc sing happy birthday with him. Maybe this isn’t so bad.
You give him a big hug, and he is surprised at first, but proceeds to give a gentle laugh and hug back.
Pyro
You see Pyro colouring with crayons and coloured pencils on their break, and you sit by them. You don’t really understand what they’re saying a lot of the time, but you enjoy hanging out with them. It’s a long period of silence before you join them in colouring. Regardless of your artistic skills, they’re impressed and encourage you, and are very happy when you show them what you’ve been working on.
After a little while you get kind of bored and sad. You’ve tried to enjoy this day but it’s another bittersweet birthday. You’re happy to hang out with Pyro though, even though they don’t know what day it is.
Pyro notices that you’ve stopped colouring with them, and that you’re looking at the ground instead, messing with the cracks in the floor.
“Huddah hrmmf mmmrph?” You don’t understand what they’re saying exactly, but you smile at them. They seem to be asking what’s wrong, why you stopped, why you seem so sad.
You hesitate for a moment before finally confessing. They seem to mostly understand what you mean, and they lean back, thinking.
After a few seconds, they stand up and help pull you off the floor. They point to their room, and you follow them. It’s an odd combination of scorch marks, colourful drawings, weapons, and art supplies. They lead you to a wardrobe and pull out a box.
Surprisingly, you can see that it's fully wrapped. Did they somehow know it was your birthday? Do they keep these gifts on hand for the mercs?
You won’t get an answer, but they excitedly push it out and offer it to you. “Huddah hmmph!” They sound almost like they are smiling behind the mask. You take the box and open it. It’s got crayons, pencils, and… wow, that’s a drawing of you and them.
You smile, almost ready to tear up, and thank them. You give them a hug, and you notice that they’re hugging you back even harder. Maybe they don’t really understand, but this is sweet.
Detriment x reader fics...... I would actually die for that omfg I'm begging if you do actually write them to make one for merc 🙏🙏🙏 i love him smmm
A/N: I WILL TRY MY BEST, BUT I SUCK AT WRITING SO PLEASE GIVE ME CRITICISM ‼️‼️‼️ (also, very sorry that it took like a year for me to respond to this..)
Character: Merc (ROBLOX: Detriment)
Content: Merc denying his feelings for you, ASS writing, cheesy??? Fluff (I think???), SOME GRAMMAR MISTAKES SORRY BRO, Merc degrades you a few times 😓, ooc Merc BECAUSE THERE IS BARELY ANY LORE ON HIM
Merc knows that the classes below him are trash, he always knew that.
His personal life had taught him that.
If you were to tell him that he would have gone extremely soft to a middle-class person of all people, he would have laughed in your face and called the proper authorities to humiliate you.
At least... that's what he thought he would've done.
Oh, how Merc's old-self would have slapped his current self in the face ten times more than the collected limiteds he has stored somewhere in his over-complicated, secured, apartment.
Merc would've shot himself in the head as well with the way your head nodded off to sleep on his now-stiff shoulder, drool creeping at the corner of your lips and— and your eyes fluttering closed as you rested easily on him.
All while your face was at the perfect range for him to draw a classic mustache and overly thick eyebrows accompanied with round glasses with the marker that was beside him on the couch.
— or... a perfect aim for a stolen... NEVERMIND, OKAY.
This should be your fault for making him feel this way to an absolute trashbag like yourself.
Listen— there's really nothing good about you!
Sure— maybe the way your face was sculptured would best against the beauties of Fluorescent District, or— or that your voice could lull even the infected to, sleep or uh— your body being a source for warmth on the chilliest of nights—
—That he could uhm... hold you and ah... kiss your forehead and... —whispersweetnothingstoyou—
—BUT YOU'RE STILL ANNOYING. In— in a way, he guesses.
Annoying with the way that you still tolerate him even when he acted cynical, saved him a bunch of times from those red-crystaled freaks, and... still acted kind to him—
Your soft, illegible murmers broke him out of his train of thought.
Right.
He was at your apartment, that you offered to let him stay at.
And you two were watching a cheesy movie (that wasn't even good to begin with) on the couch.
And... you fell alseep on his shoulder.
HIS shoulder, no-one else's.
He shifted a bit to see if you were awake, thankfully you weren't, because if so, he would've came up with a half-assed excuse as to why he was blushing red as a pomegranate with the way you snuggled up your head to his shoulder.
WOW, he wanted to comBUST on the spot right then and there. He was SO grateful that the lights were off so you could rest easier.
Not that... he would care of course. You're trash, a pretty... trash... that its value couldn't even compare to his own limitedd that he worked his butt for...
Okay, WHY are you making him feel like this is his first crush ever???? In high school???? It is NOT— and if anything, people were CRUSHING on HIM! He's been in TONS of relationships (none that worked out, mind you) but... you made him feel like he could die on the spot with the way your warm breatha tickled his skin throigh his red VIP shirt.
ALIRGHT STOP.
Merc, the GREAT Merc, living in Fluorescent District, among the richest robloxians, would NEVER fall for a middle-classer like you.
But he did. And oh, how grateful he did.
He was so distraught and grateful he fell for you, even if he doesn't know that you feel the same way with him— this feeling as unlike anything he's ever experienced.
So he'll cherish it. He'll cherish you.
Merc stiffled a snort as he pulled you a bit closer so that he could lean on your head that leaned on him, sighing in content with how your warmth seeped through his skin as he himself tried to get rest, away from his annoying thoughts.
Maybe you knew how he felt, or maybe you didn't (Merc will sell his red and white tophat for any amount if it was the first one, he does NOT want you to see himself fumble around you)
He hopes that you do feel the same, at some extent.
Show him in any way, verbal or non-verbal, just PLEASE
Anything is good enough for him, so long as it's you.
Hi I'm new to your blog but I'm already addicted with your writing!!! It's so good!! 💗💞 If request is still open, may I request Naib x Reader? Let's say Naib has some difficulty in sleeping because he got war flashback and so reader tries to help him fall asleep? Thank you so much!
Of course! I hope I tackled this well 6o6/
Words: 1158
Pronouns: They/Them
(Y/N) - Your name
The manor was quiet, only the light rain was heard silently drumming upon the roof and the wind whispering as it passed through. The sun was long gone and the moon hung up high in the sky with a blanket of stars twinkling as brightly as ever above the stormy clouds. All survivors and hunters, the butlers and the maids… all were sound asleep within their rooms.
At least, they should’ve been.
(Y/N) was kept up due to the passing storm that had decided to grace Oletus Manor with it’s presence. They sat in the small library in a comfortable chair holding a book they’ve longed to read for quite some time now. Every now and then, a bright light would fill the room followed by the thunder’s low growl. If the window was not their primary light source, (Y/N) would’ve already long pulled the velvet curtains to mask the lightning.
(Y/N)’s only company was within that old clock that ticked on without a second thought. How envious they were of how it was able to keep to a perfect schedule even in the middle of such a storm. That it was able to do it’s daily job of chiming every hour without flinching at mother nature’s fury.
(Y/N) paused from their reading to take a sip of tea- chamomile as recommended by Fiona herself to assist in the battle against sleep. Yet, the taste had long grown cold. How long had (Y/N) been reading?
Sighing, they promptly put their bookmark within the pages, closing the book, and placing it under their arm before taking hold of the cup and saucer, already planning a trip to the kitchen to make a fresh cup.
Shadows danced on the walls every time another lighting bolt decided to quickly pounce on the ground before jumping away as quickly as it leapt before. Yet, there was a strange shadow coming from the doorframe…
It spooked (Y/N), but the sudden noise that followed caused some concern. It wasn’t them who had yelped at the lightning…
Curious, they carefully walked into the kitchen.
Lo and behold, there was the Mercenary himself. Naib Subedar. He lacked his signature green, tarnished jacket. Not the only familiar part of him that was missing either… (Y/N) was used to that hidden scowl of his, eyes that seemed to glow under the hood as they stared daggers at anyone who dared to cross his path. That silent and rather deadly aura that Naib usually held was non-existent in that moment.
For once in their life, (Y/N) saw a fearful mercenary before them.
“...Don’t sneak up on me like that, (Y/N).” He scolded, averting those eyes away from them and off to a wall.
“Apologies, but… I wasn’t expecting to find you here…” A look at the clock gave (Y/N) the clarification that it was not morning yet, so early exercises being Naib’s reason were out of the question. “Can you not sleep either?”
Naib was able to relax a bit, perhaps finding comfort within a trusted companion’s presence. A sigh escaped his lips before words followed. “I can, but… that’s just it.”
“What is the-” Before finishing that sentence, something clicked.
That title; Mercenary. That itself spoke about fear and bloodshed. Of hired assistance in eliminating unwanted foes. Dirtied hands for equally filthy money, quite typically for war (Y/N) knew.
The price paid was not of the other party in the form of money, yet by mercenaries of their minds.
“Is something the matter?”
(Y/N) was shaken out of their thoughts by Naib’s voice. “N-no, I… had simply realized why.”
“I see.” Naib ran a hand through his mop of hair, shifting under (Y/N)’s gaze. “Surprised, this is usually when someone apologizes to me about it.”
“Well,” (Y/N) put the cup and saucer on the counter, daring to get closer to the Mercenary. “It is… done and done, as harsh as that sounds. Yet… in the present now, I want to know one simple thing: what can I do to help?”
Eyes widened in surprise at the words, yet Naib tensed up. “...There’s not much you can do, (Y/N).”
“What if you had someone in the room with you as you slept?”
“That’s dangerous.” Naib quickly responded. “I might hurt you. Waking up from those… nightmares is never a peaceful awakening, mind you.”
(Y/N) shook their head before putting a hand on their chest. “I trust that you wouldn’t. I’m willing to put myself in that situation if it means helping you.”
“(Y/N)-” Naib went to refuse, but the words couldn’t quite get out. A part of him just couldn’t- especially not to (Y/N). Even if he could, it seemed like they were more than ready to insist.
In a way… it reminded him of himself.
“...Fine, but if you get hurt I’m responsible, alright?”
“That’s fine.” (Y/N) nodded before following Naib down the hall and to the Survivor’s sleeping quarters.
The walk was silent, save for the light tapping of rain and distant thunder as the storm finally released Oletus from it’s grasp…
A wooden door creaked open after the lock was undone by Naib, who allowed (Y/N) to step in first. The Mercenary’s room was, surprisingly, well kept. It was like all other survivor rooms: a bed, a desk, and either a closet or a dresser. The rest was provided by the survivors themselves in the form of keepsakes or even furniture tailored to suit their tastes as an attempt to make one’s stay at the manor a comfortable one.
A click announced the door was now shut tightly. Naib already went over to his bed and sat on the side. “You’re brave for offering to do this, you know that?”
“It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do.” (Y/N) joked, a smile faintly visible through the moonlight that was able to escape from the window.
“Just be careful…” Naib warned as he took hold of the sheets and got comfortable.
(Y/N) gave a nod before retrieving their book from before and cracking it open, hoping to get some more reading in as Naib dozed off.
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A bright light caused (Y/N) to slowly open their eyes. When had they fallen asleep…? There wasn’t much they recalled, yet the book was gone from their hands… this bed wasn’t their own, they knew that. These most certainly weren’t their arms around themselves either- they were too toned and much more scarred-
Ah, now (Y/N) remembered.
This was Naib’s room. They had offered to assist the mercenary in his attempts to catch sleep by making sure he wasn’t alone and that there was someone there to comfort him… It was hard to remember when he had finally fallen asleep, nevermind themselves.
Yet, a sleepy, satisfied smile was placed on (Y/N)’s lips.
if you're taking felix requests still can you do felix where he flirts with the reader and she couldn't care less for him except when he's playing with his knives cause she has a bit of of knife kink. i hope that's okay and makes sense.
“Do you seriously think that you scare me?” You laugh, raising your arms in front of your face ready to push him away. Felix shrugged with a smirk, his fingers teetering on a sharp object. You shake your head, you were both in the middle of training and of course Felix’s usual play of things was to catch you off-guard with his flirting -- of course it failed, every single time and you’d just laugh.
Felix pulls out a knife and teases, running his fingers up and down the blade. Your heart begins to beat out of rhythm and your stomach grows tight. Fuck. Knives were your weakness... but not in a bad way. “Felix, you don’t want to do this,” You warn, you could already feel the tension between you and the knife growing heavier and closer.
“Oh?” He smirks, walking towards you with his fingers curled around the handle of the knife. “Is Miss Y/N scared of knives?” He mocks, you look at him with cold dead eyes. “Scared? Scared is an understatement buddy,”
Felix raises his eyebrows, breaking his menacing facade for a moment, you swallow the bubble in your throat still making eye contact with Felix as you lower you arms. He had you at a standstill. “You’re into knives?”
“Tell anyone and you’re fucking dead Gates,”
“Felix to you,” He points the knife towards your neck, flashing his teeth. “Actually, knife master to you.”
You shake your head, your eyes still glancing on the silver blade, glistening in the sunlight.
“Can we take training... uh elsewhere?”
“Meet you at my quarters in 10,” Felix smirks, you turn around and start running towards the dorms -- Felix was right behind you.
i need the insight of the tf2 smut expert (complimentary) on this one... which of the mercs prefers tits and which one prefers ass?
First off- I am honored to be considered the tf2 smut expert. Now- on to the ultimate question.
🍑 or 🍒?
🔞MINORS DNI🔞
The Masterlist
👟 Scout 👟
Oooooh I had to ponder this one for a long while. Now, I personally headcanon Scout as bi (like me), so I finally decided he likes both, but specifically tits for women and ass for men. If you’re non-binary it’s a coin toss. As in he’ll probably literally flip a damn coin.
🦅 Soldier 🦅
My reasoning here literally had me looking up muscle groups in the human body. Soldier strikes me as a man attracted to strength. Literally look at Zhanna. She definitely pegs him and he’s not ashamed of it. As such, I think he’s an ass man- largest muscle in the body, y’know? Yeah. My high school biology teacher would be proud to see what I’m doing with that hard earned education.
🔥 Pyro 🔥
Pyro likes any squishable soft part of your body- tits, ass, belly, it’s all fair game, but if they had to choose, they would go with tits. They’re the easiest to squeeze if they hug you from behind, they like the way they feel when you’re cuddling and they’re pressed up against them, big or small, breasts are just perfect! Plus, if you have an especially sensitive chest, Pyro will definitely take full advantage of that during foreplay
💥 Demo 💥
For Demo, it comes down to what’s easiest to grab in the moment- and that tends to be your ass. It’s easy to give it a quick squeeze in the corner of a bar or even in passing on the battlefield, just to tease you a bit- tits aren’t nearly as subtle. So yeah, it’s ass all the way for this one.
🥊 Heavy 🥊
I struggled with this for a long while but I finally settled on tits. Heavy is much bigger than most of his lovers, and so he prefers for them to ride on top so that they can take him at their own pace. This position makes it pretty easy for him to caress your chest or simply watch the way your tits bounce as you ride him. It’s a view he can’t get enough of!
🔧 Engie 🔧
Ass. I had to consult a fellow smut expert on this one cause I was stuck, and they’re reasoning basically boils down to a particular smutty scenario where Engie bends you over his desk and goes to town- hence resulting in the ass preference. I also personal feel like he wouldn’t be shy about spanking either.
🏥 Medic 🏥
Assl Tits. THIGHS. I will perish on this hill, Medic is a thigh appreciator above all else. Mans will go down on you for hours just to be cushioned between a pair of thighs. He’ll leave bite marks on the soft flesh. A pair of thigh high stockings will fucking slay him, as illustrated in this fic by lil ol me.
🦘 Sniper 🦘
Ass for sure. This might have something to do with the “wild man” energy Sniper gives off. Something about him just screams feral, and that includes taking you ass up and face down whenever the mood arises.
🌹 Spy 🌹
Tits, especially if they’re accentuated with some fancy lingerie. Spy will gladly worship your chest if you want him to. He’ll even buy you outfits that show off your curves with plunging necklines just for him to admire you in. Kinda like a sugar daddy
So yeah, those are my hot takes on what each merc prefers. You want a source? My source is that I made it the fuck up
Jk, this is all in good fun, and I’d love to see y’all’s opinions as well! These are the discussions we should be having, people!
Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink
Day 16: Hysteria (Medical Kink)
🔞MINORS DNI🔞
Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Medic decide to enjoy a little role play scenario.
Tags: Medical role play, toys, fingering, begging, overstimulation, biting, aftercare
Word Count: 3.2k
The Masterlist
Medic paced in front of you, boots clicking against the tile floor of the infirmary. He tapped his pen against a clipboard, brows pinched in concern. You watched him from your seat upon the examination table, kicking your legs lazily and waiting for him to speak.
“I see,” he muttered. “Stress, anxiety, inability to concentrate- these are the symptoms you listed, ja?”
“That’s right.” You nodded, even though Medic never looked up from his clipboard. He mused over his notes for a while- which you found funny, given that you hadn’t seen him take a single note since the two of you had started this little roleplay. In fact, you were pretty sure the pen he was holding was out of ink.
The infirmary doors were locked for the night, and the exam table you sat on came with soft pillows that were far more luxurious than any doctor's office would deem necessary. You tapped your fingers on the edge of the table, a look of mock concern on your face as you waited for your beloved doctor to deliver a diagnosis.
Said beloved doctor however proved to be quite the actor, dedicated to the character enough to stare at what could very well be a blank sheet of notebook paper while making inquisitive noises for a good ten seconds. You cleared your throat, which finally prompted him to speak.
“I see… there’s only one thing it could be,” he said, placing the clipboard aside. You glanced at it and saw that, yes, there was indeed a blank sheet of paper pinned to it. It took every bit of your will to stay in character and not start laughing.
“What’s the diagnosis?” you asked, eyes wide. You even let your voice shake a bit for effect.
“I’m afraid it’s hysteria, my dear.”
That was it. You cracked, a harsh cackle escaping you before you could even process what he had said. “Hysteria?” you gasped between fits of laughter. “Seriously?”
Medic was holding back his own laughter, with far more success than you, although a soft chuckle or two could still be heard. “Come now, I thought we were staying in character?” he playfully scolded you.
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry,” you said, finally catching your breath. This was fine, you could work with this. You could work with hysteria. The very thought almost brought you to tears once again but you managed to contain yourself, falling back into your role with a dramatic gasp. “Oh doctor! How long do I have?”
That little outburst actually did manage to make Medic laugh, but he regained his composure quickly. “Oh, don’t worry about that, dear. The treatment is very simple. However I must warn you, it’s a bit hands on.” His tone was suggestive, however Medic continued to smile brightly at you as if nothing was wrong. “Just relax while I retrieve my tools!” he said, cheery as ever.
Tools? Knowing Medic, said tools could be anything, and that set your nerves on edge. Should you have mentioned that lobotomies were a hard limit for you beforehand? Oh well, that’s what safe words were for.
Medic returned with a small box made of dark wood, so dark it almost looked like obsidian at a glance. He opened it facing away from you, blocking your view and building up your anticipation moment by moment. You tried to crane your neck to peak inside, and while the view wasn’t great, you could at least tell that there weren’t any shiny, sharp, brain poking tools to worry about.
“Now, I just need you to undress and lay back on the table for me,” Medic said. He watched you like a hawk as you stripped away your clothing, article by article. You were so obedient, only showing a hint of hesitation. It was all part of the game of course, you were playing your role- a shy patient with complete trust in her doctor. Honestly, it was an adorable look for you.
Once you were completely unclothed, Medic pulled his first tool from the box- a small rabbit vibrator. It was a solid, polished black, almost matching the box that contained it, with a delicious curve to hit all the right spots. “You know what this is, don’t you?” he asked, holding the device delicately in one gloved hand.
“Um- well…” you stammered, genuinely considering whether you should continue playing the part of a stereotypical hysterical woman and say no. Or maybe you were putting a bit too much thought into an act that was ultimately meant to get you laid. This was sex, not high class theater. Thankfully, Medic continued before you could consider it for too long.
“It’s something that will help rid you of those pesky anxieties of yours.” He set the vibrator aside. “Of course, we will have to prepare you first.”
He retrieved something else from the case, which you quickly recognized as a bottle of lube. You spread your legs while he squeezed the contents of the bottle onto his fingers. You saw his eyes dart towards you, a smirk spreading over his face.
“You’re already in the correct position for me. Good girl.” He set the bottle down. “Now, this may be a bit cold.”
You winced. ‘A bit cold’ was an understatement. Medic hadn’t bothered to warm it at all. Perhaps that was just another part of the roleplay, keeping everything clinical and professional up until the last moment. But honestly, how professional could you be when he was beginning to circle your clit with those slick fingers. You sighed and bit your lip when he ventured lower, spreading you with two fingers before plunging one into you with one quick, easy motion.
“How does that feel?” he asked, sounding far too casual for being knuckle deep inside of you.
You sighed, feeling him curl his finger within you gently, trying to coax a moan from you that you barely managed to suppress. “It feels nice,” you answered after a few steadying breaths.
“Perfekt. The comfort of my patients is my top priority.” He slide a second finger in as he spoke, pulsing them gently against that sensitive spot inside you. You shuddered, biting your lip to keep quiet. You didn't want to come undone so easily from just two fingers. “Don't be shy, fraulein,” Medic said, as if he had read your thoughts. “You’re far from the first to become a bit vocal during treatments such as this.”
“It’s embarrassing,” you whined, covering your face with your hands. Your cheeks were already burning, and your ‘treatment’ had barely begun.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed in front of your doctor, dear,” Medic said, keeping up his facade of professionalism even though deep down he wanted to tell you how adorable you were when you were flustered like this. You opened your mouth to respond and he chose that moment to press hard against your g-spot, turning any words you may have spoken into a wanton moan. “See? It’s easier to not hold back. No one will hear you but me.”
He couldn’t hide the slightly possessive tone his voice took on, clearly relishing the fact that your moans were for him and him alone. Medic’s free hand rested on your chest, feeling your pulse quicken beneath his palm. His other hand continued its shallow pumping, feeling you clench around his fingers. It seemed you were ready for the next step of your treatment.
He retrieved the vibrator, turning it on its lowest setting for now. You were so preoccupied with your own pleasure that you barely noticed the soft hum of the toy until it was pressed against your clit. You gasped, arching back, bucking against it before you even registered what was happening.
“Relax, liebchen. There’s no need to rush. We have all night.” Medic moved the toy in slow, gentle circles over your clit, watching you squirm beneath his expert ministrations. It was times like this when his knowledge of anatomy truly proved useful. With his free hand, he traced his fingers along your body, lingering on erogenous zones and areas that he knew were sensitive to you in particular.
Medic drank in every little reaction he drew from you- the quiver of your thighs, the way your hips twitched, your whole body shuddering as you got ever closer to tipping over that edge. How nice it would be to keep you like this forever, a writhing mess, pleading for release. That scenario would be stored away in the back of Medic’s mind for a later date. Today, he simply had to treat his patient.
“Now, I want you to let go for me, liebling. Let the pleasure take you.”
“Already?” you asked.
“Ja, come for your doctor,” his words were a clear order and he pressed the vibrator firmly against you, all of which made it quite easy for you to obey his command. You arched against the exam table with a cry. You thought you could hear Medic whispering praises to you, but with the blood rushing in your ears you couldn’t be certain.
You weren’t sure when Medic turned the vibrator off. Apparently he didn’t want to overstimulate you yet, carefully removing the toy and setting it aside in a sterile metal tray that was meant for surgical tools, and was most certainly not meant for sex toys. Then again, this was Medic’s infirmary, so he could use his equipment for whatever he damn well pleased. After all, medical exam tables probably weren’t meant as a place for you to languish post-orgasm bliss, yet here you were.
“You have done wonderfully, my dear.” His voice was fuzzy. You weren’t sure if it was because he was whispering or if you were struggling to hear him through the heavy afterglow that had settled over you. His hand was still on your chest. In fact it had never left, still feeling your heartbeat, now beginning to slow alongside the now gentle rise and fall of your chest. Slowly, he moved to caress one of your breasts, making your breath hitch. “However, just to be safe, perhaps we should administer a second dose?”
You chuckled. “You’re the doctor, sir. What do you think?”
Medic set the vibrator aside before leaning down to kiss you suddenly. His answer couldn’t be more clear. When you parted he was breathless, and a glance downward proved that he had definitely been holding his own desire back for quite some time. You palmed the hardness straining against his pants, and he gave a sharp inhale, barely holding back a moan.
“This isn’t very professional, is it, doctor?” you asked.
“Nonsense, liebchen. This is common procedure,” he said, ever committed to the bit, even as he undid his belt. Once his pants were off he didn’t bother with his coat or vest, climbing atop the table with a speed that betrayed his impatience to get to the main event. The examination table creaked softly with the added weight, but held fast.
Medic situated himself between your legs and you shuddered, feeling his cock pressed against your thigh. “Please,” you whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, doctor.”
“Oh, you poor thing. You really did need this, didn’t you?” He pressed his cock against your entrance, pausing for an agonizing few seconds just to hear you whine. “Well, let’s not delay any longer then.”
You moaned, but Medic’s own sounds nearly drowned you out as he buried himself within you, pulling out almost completely, and then bottoming out again. His pace was slow, and he made a point to revel in every second, his eyes fluttering closed with each languid thrust, a look of torturous bliss crossing his features. He may have needed this even more than you did.
Wrapping your arms over his shoulders, you pulled him down into another kiss. He moaned against your mouth and you drank in his sounds, swallowing them like medicine. You wanted more, biting his lip and savoring the gasp it drew from him, running your hands up his arms and feeling the muscles shudder as if your very touch made him weak.
Medic pulled away from your mouth suddenly, panting, apparently realizing that he did in fact still need to breathe. “Liebe, I think you’re forgetting that this treatment is for you,” he said, a slight tremor in his voice not going unnoticed..
“I like to touch you,” you said, reaching up to caress his cheek, feeling the subtle prick of stubble. He leaned into your touch instinctively, although he continued to playfully scold you.
“Well, like you said, it’s not very professional, but I’ll allow it.” He was so easy to read when he was worked up like this. You could tell Medic was thrilled at the thought of you touching, stroking, and caressing him as he fucked you senseless, the wandering of your hands becoming less coordinated the closer you got to orgasm.
You clutched onto Medic’s coat, pulling at the fabric until he was unable to stand the extra layers and shucked it off, leaving it to fall to the floor. You alternated between digging your nails into his back and running your fingers through his hair, disheveling the normally well groomed locks. All the while Medic maintained a steady, albeit far too slow pace. You wanted more, letting your need be vocalized with a desperate mantra of “harder, harder, harder!”
“Beg for it.” Medic’s voice was low and lust ridden as he spoke between suckling kisses to your neck, leaving plenty of marks in his wake. His breath tickled your neck and sent shivers up and down your spine.
“Is it a common procedure for a patient to beg for their treatment, doctor?”
Medic groaned, although it sounded more akin to a low growl. “Are you questioning my medical expertise, liebe?” His teeth grazed your neck.
“Well, you did lose your license…” A firm bite against your collar made you gasp and you fixed your attitude quickly. “I mean, of course not sir! Please! Please fuck me harder, I need it!”
A chuckle was your only warning before Medic braced himself against the edges of the exam table. As if a switch had been flipped, he began thrusting into you hard and fast. The shift was sudden and intense. It was almost enough to give you whiplash.
“Gott, maybe I really did need this,” Medic groaned, mostly to himself. You had heard him loud and clear though, and it led you to wonder if this was now some kind of mutual medical procedure.
You didn’t get the chance to ponder that for long before Medic was on your lips once again, kissing you hard, any semblance of professionalism officially slipping away. Your breath hitched and the few words you could manage to get out were soft and quivering, cut off by moans. For the most part you were unintelligible, but Medic recognized the signs well enough.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” He asked. He received no discernible response, not that he expected to. “You don’t have to answer, liebchen, I know I’m right. Your doctor knows your body better than anyone. Bitte, wrap your legs around me.”
You were more than happy to do just that. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he thrust into you, your legs wrapped tightly around those strong hips. Your lower body was elevated just enough for Medic to hit that sweet spot dead on. It was what finally pushed you over the edge.
“Look at me,” Medic said. “I want to see you come on my cock. I have to make sure your treatment is carried out in full.”
One of his hands gripped your hair in a tight fist, making sure you couldn’t turn your face away. Your muscles spasmed and you cried out as you came, bucking uselessly against him, trying to prolong this feeling. You wanted it all, as much as he could give to you. Medic fucked you through your orgasm, and beyond. Even as your high began to ebb his pace didn't falter.
He let go of your hair, letting your had fall to the side. Your cries had diminished to soft whines and whimpers as he overstimulated you, chasing his own release. In fact your sounds only seemed to spur him on faster and faster until he doubled over with a low moan. He thrust into you unevenly a few more times before going still, the sound of heavy, gasping breaths being the only noise that remained.
Medic’s grip on the table remained firm. He was using the last of his strength to keep from collapsing on top of you. Getting up wasn’t an option just yet either, as you didn’t seem too keen to let him go.
“Stay,” you whimpered, legs still wrapped tight around his waist, keeping him buried within you. “Please.”
“This isn’t the most comfortable place, meine liebe. Wouldn’t you rather come to bed?”
You groaned, not wanting to admit that he was right. You would much rather enjoy the afterglow in a nice, soft bed. Reluctantly, you let him go, ignoring the ache in your legs as you untangled them from around his hips. .
“Let me clean you up first,” Medic said, leaving you to lay on the exam table, spent and now woefully empty until he returned with a moist cloth. He wiped the sweat from your brow, traveling further down your body down to the most delicate parts. He was gentle and diligent, making sure to be especially cautious around areas that made you wince, still sore from your previous activities.
When he was finished he tossed the cloth aside before lifting you into his arms. He wouldn’t dream of making his beloved patient walk after such a strenuous treatment, after all. You were so tired, heavy and limp in his arms. The plush sheets you were laid upon were a welcome change from the firm exam table.
“That was fun,” you yawned, curling up next to Medic when he joined you on the bed.
“You played your role quite well, liebchen.”
“You just fucked my brains out, you don’t have to flatter me too,” you said. “I know my acting leaves a lot to be desired.”
“I personally enjoyed your portrayal of a naive 19th century maiden.”
You scoffed. “That wasn’t even what I was going for, at least not until you diagnosed me with hysteria.” You were still endlessly amused by that particular aspect of the role play. “I can’t believe you did that. I thought you were going to go with, I don’t know, generalized stress or something.”
“It fit the situation. Vibrators were invented to treat hysteria, after all,” he said.
“So were lobotomies, probably.” You yawned, not really caring what vibrators or lobotomies were meant for at this point. Exhaustion was beginning to replace the afterglow with every passing second.
“You’re getting tired, aren’t you?” Medic brushed a strand of hair out of your face, watching your eyes begin to drift shut. “Rest here. I still need to clean up the examination table.”
“It’s okay if I spend the night in your room, right?” you asked, even though you knew the answer would be yes.
“Of course, meine liebe.” he chuckled, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of your palm. “I think overnight observation would be wise after such rigorous treatment.”
Honestly I see scout as the kind of guy that gets worked up if you just happen to wear a bra and panties that match.
He just likes the idea that you put thought into what you were gonna wear for him
If you really wanna play to a fantasy though…
Playboy Bunny suits
It’s stereotypical, but people find those outfits sexy for a reason, so can you really blame him?
Favorite colors- he would claim to like the typical red and black, but I honestly think he has a soft spot for pink.
And he definitely doesn’t know shit about lingerie styles (tbh, neither do I. I’m looking at charts and cosmopolitan articles as I write this) so a simple bra and panty set suits him just fine
🦅 Soldier 🦅
Just dress up as the Statue of Liberty, he’ll be all over you
Ok, I’m kidding. Kinda. On to the serious stuff.
I think less is more with Soldier. I’m thinking vintage pinup aesthetic really gets him going
I know it’s not technically lingerie, but hear me out
Wear a dress or top that shows off your chest or “accidentally” drop something only to bend over in a skirt that’s conveniently just a bit too short
Bonus points if your wearing some actual lingerie beneath that skirt, flashing a bit of lace
Tease him, see if you can crack that strict drill sergeant demeanor he tries so hard to maintain
Once you're in private just know he’s not going to hold back on you.
favorite colors are red white and blue. No, I will not be backing down on this.
🔥 Pyro 🔥
the more colorful, the better with this one!
That goes double for frills.
Honestly the two of you could probably make a whole day out of you trying on different outfits and strutting around like a runway model, much to their delight
Pyro is like your own personal cheerleader
May also enjoy sexy costumes (nurses, French maids, etc), but I don’t see them as being much into roleplay, so those are probably more for fun
The fashion show usually ends when an outfit is just too hot for them to resist 😏
Because Pyro fucks and I will die on that hill
Their favorite colors for lingerie would be shades ranging from fire red to pastel pink
Favorite style is either babydolls or rompers. They just think you look so cute in them!
💥 Demoman 💥
He probably has the most ‘traditional’ lingerie tastes of everyone
Nothing too fancy, just a silk chemise or a pair of lacy black panties will do just fine
He definitely loves being surprised with it now and then. Undressing you to find that you’re wearing something special is always a turn on
Sometimes he’ll even save up to buy you a pair for special occasions like anniversaries.
He always gets super flustered when giving it to you, though. It’s really freaking cute
That said, if you really want to get him going, wear a pair of his boxers
You know those guys who think it’s hot as fuck when their partners wear their boxers or briefs?
Yeah, Demo’s one of those guys, 100%
Plus, you get to wear comfy, loose underwear. It’s a win-win!
🥊 Heavy 🥊
Heavy doesn’t have any need for fancy lingerie
Honestly he’s kinda terrified of tearing it. That stuff is expensive!
That said, he does enjoy the way you look in a teddy.
When he learns the name of the garment he’ll call you his “little bear.” It quickly becomes his favorite pet name for you
Favorite colors- doesn’t really have any. He thinks you look pretty in any hue.
That said, one thing that gets him even more worked up than lingerie?
Is when you wear one of his shirts- obviously way to big for you, fitting you like a nightgown- and nothing else.
🔧 Engineer 🔧
this is gonna be stereotypical as hell
And honestly he’s very aware of how stereotypical it is and he’s a little ashamed of it
But if you wore a sexy cowgirl costume he would be on you in a nanosecond
But let’s run with that- I think Engie likes costumes
This man has a secret knack for roleplay, I’m telling you
Naughty nurses, feathery show girls, a college student with a low cut blouse who would do anything for a passing grade
He does have some more vanilla tastes as well though. For example I think he loves the simplicity of a camisole or nightgown
Favorite colors would include white and baby blue
🏥 Medic 🏥
I will PERISH on this hill- Medic is a thigh man.
He LOVES the way stockings hug your legs. (In fact I’ve written a fic about this exact scenario)
He would also go feral over a sexy nurse outfit. Is it stereotypical? Yes. But it is also very hot. (I have also written a fic about this)
He’s definitely bold enough to just outright ask you to wear something for him, perhaps a blood red bustier and some matching garters (to play into that thigh kink I mentioned)
However he leaves it up to you when you will be wearing said thing, maintaining some element of surprise.
Once he actually sees you in it, perhaps waiting for him in his private quarters after a long day of work, he will take his time to admire you, making you do a little spin for him
He’ll definitely tease you and refuse to undress you until you're begging for his touch on your bare skin.
🦘 Sniper 🦘
Sniper is not a picky man when it comes to sex
That said, lingerie is always a welcome surprise
His only preference comes down to the style of the lingerie- he prefers crotchless designs.
He doesn’t see the point of wearing something sexy if he has to take it off to fuck you
Styles where the bottom of the panties can be easily pulled to the side also work for this
I think he also enjoys silkier textures.
He’ll run his hands over the fabric both during and after sex, almost as a way to soothe himself and come down from the high
Neither of you really know why this calms him down so much
🌹 Spy 🌹
Spy has sugar daddy energy and will probably buy lingerie for you
Expect the fanciest, silkiest garments that money can buy.
Chemise, robes, and negligee (which is basically the “wealthy widow whose husband died under mysterious circumstances” robe, according to the internet)
Most often they would be in traditional black, but I feel like a deep violet or midnight blue could also be appealing to him.
Oh and get ready to be teased to hell and back.
Spy likes to take his time, especially when you’re wearing something nice for him. After all, what’s the point if he just strips it off of you immediately? (plus this stuff is expensive so he’s gotta get his money’s worth out of this.)
