jermer10

[jermer10]

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

TF2 stealing heavy's clothing

18+ only, afab reader | i fucking LOVE heavy

drabbles under the cut :P

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[jermer10]

Hello! Could you write for some enemies/rivals to lovers with sniper? Thank you in advance and remember to stay hydrated!

TF2 enemies to lovers sniper

suggestive, gn reader | thanks anon!! i have my water bottle next to me at all times :] i apologize for how long this has taken!! <3

drabbles under the cut :P

- Sniper hated you, he made it so obvious the rest of your team couldn't even stand staying in the same room as the two of you - he sits there, glaring daggers into your face, arms crossed over his chest - you take no notice, carrying on with whatever menial task you had been performing - you knew what he was doing, but you also knew that if you were to meet his glance with anything other than an equal match of hatred to his, it would bruise his pride - so you didn’t look at all, and there was one thing he hated more than you; your ignorance - truth is, you didn’t hate him in the slightest, you didn't even dislike him - you couldn’t even place where exactly this feud started, let alone why Sniper seemed to despise you so much - you could go as far as to say you found him quite…appealing - you often found yourself thinking of him during your daily activities, fantasizing about what you thought he would like and dislike, how your lives would mesh together - so his perceived hatred towards you felt so unfounded when you had been anything but aggressive towards him - Sniper didn’t really hate you either - having a crush was so foreign to him, he knew he wanted you in a way that conflicted with the way he treated you, but vulnerability never came easy to him - and eventually someone had to say something - "why do y'all even hate eachother?" engie frowned - "fucked if i know..." you mumbled, taking a sip of the water in your glass - Sniper rolled his eyes, "they're a stuck up bitch..." he mumbled - you felt enraged, seriously you had been nothing but cordial with him and YOU were the stuck up bitch? - "are you fucking serious?" you returned a look to his already scowling face, it must have taken him aback because his tough guy demeanor fell for a moment, a look of surprise came from both of the men in front of you - engie awkwardly shuffled out of the kitchen, the tension so thick you'd have to use a chainsaw to cut it - "i've been nothing but fucking cordial with you, you're the one who started giving me dirty looks, cockhead" you spat - "oh fuck off, you ignore me every chance you get" he retorted - you only ignored him because he kept looking at you like that, like you had killed his parents or something - "whatever jackass" you begun to walk off, face flushed in anger - he grabs your wrist, you flip your head around to look up at him - and...he kisses you? - you're confused, even more angry, but above all else...turned on? - you lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck - he pulls away after a moment, looks at you with something you can't place, and he walks away - "asshole!" he doesn't even spare you a glance

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[jermer10]

YOU DO OSOMATSU-SAN?!?!?

YES!!!!!! do NOT be afraid to send me reqs for other fandoms i love ososan

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[jermer10]

guys i am working on my reqs i SWEAR im just real busy w work rn studying nursing is legit so mentally straining i will post some stuff this week

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[jermer10]

BESTIES NOW ILY

ILY2 😘

#ask

[jermer10]

just read ur pyro headcannons. HOLY SHIT I WANNA KISS ALL THE WRINKLES ON YOUR INCREDIBLY MASSIVE BRAIN

youre just like me fr.....

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[jermer10]

Would you be cool with any Pyro x reader headcanons maybe?

TF2 pyro headcanons sfw + nsfw

nsfw, gn reader | thanks for the req anon!! i headcanon pyro as a sex positive aroace person, so this will be written around that :]

drabbles under the cut :P

sfw: - loves doing anything as long as it’s with you - meaning you’re brought with to run every errand, help with every shopping trip, and DJ every car ride - will take you out wherever you want to go! they absolutely love dates and want to spoil you <3333 - they’re insanely good at picking out gifts, they have every little thing you say memorized - you mentioned that you wanted these shoes? they bought them the day after. you want that shirt? no question they already have it in their cart - they aren’t good with emotional intimacy, they find it really hard to vocalize their feelings and would rather physically hold you to show you they care about you - they struggle to say the big “i love you” until much later in the relationship (trust me they do love you, they are just incredibly insecure and need to be sure that you love them back before saying it) - furthermore they will not show you their face unless you’ve known them for years, so if you’re here for the face reveal, you’re here for the long haul! - you often just sit on the couch or one of your beds and cuddle the day away, team movie nights are the best because you always end up with the entire couch to yourselves and the freedom to choose movies you actually like by the end of the night - although they barely experience romantic attraction, they still find you attractive - they will compliment you until you’re begging them to stop, seriously, they think you’re the cutest thing ever! - you are important above all else to them, they will always be the first person there for you, no matter the risk

nsfw under here!

nsfw: - pyro rarely feels sexual attraction, and therefore they won't ask you for any kind of sexual intimacy - on the off chance they do become aroused, they deal with it themself - HOWEVER they very much enjoy pleasing you - that includes lazily fingering you in public places, the thrill of getting caught excites them, and seeing you embarrassed is very cute - very into the idea of free use, specifically you sitting in their lap and cockwarming them whilst they work - light bondage kink, they enjoy seeing your hands tied or having been tied up themself - could give you head for hours just to hear your sighs and moans <33 - pyro typically bottoms, they find topping super awkward as they tend to play a more passive role during intimacy - don't confuse passive with submissive, they are anything but submissive - they like tugging on your hair and biting you, playful notions during sex come often, they will do anything to elicit a reaction from you - sometimes they'll flip you over and destroy you just for the dazed, cock drunk reaction you provide afterwards - loves giving you aftercare, wrapping you up in blankets and cuddling with you whilst peppering your body with kisses

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[jermer10]

yo, if you’re not open for rqs now feel free to ignore/delete but i’m begging you to expand more on Scouts fake relationship in order to make ms pauling jealous yk. I’m stuck between the reader already having feelings for him and feeling bad during the relationship or the reader also developing feelings for scout when they realize that he’s not so bad… sometimes

TF2 scout fake dating trope

suggestive, gn reader | anon i want you reveal yourself /j

tw: violence, sliiiiight angst but not really teehee, swearing

drabbles under the cut :P

You sometimes regret ever taking this fucking job. You could prepare for a fight, being blown up, being shot at. There was no way to prepare yourself for Scout. He was simply always there, causing this feeling of disgust mixed with...lust? As dirty as that felt, you couldn't say you denied it. He paid you the time of day that no man ever really had, flirting with you relentlessly, defending you against anyone who opposed you, confiding in his struggles to you. And yet he still wanted Pauling? Any merc in their right mind could tell that Pauling was gay. As a matter of fact she had confided this in you months ago, gushing about her feelings for her boss. So when the offer to be his partner in order to make her jealous arose, she wanted you to take it.

"I mean, clearly this can segue into some sort of relationship, right? Like, guy realizes he has what he wants the whole time kind of thing." She spoke matter-of-factly, typing away on her computer as you leaned onto the space next to her desk, arms crossed over your chest. She didn't look up at you while she spoke, but you could tell this was more for her than you, I mean, finally having this guy off of her back? A dream for her, even if she had to put up with the 'I'm sorry Miss Paulin'! I found someone else, but don't let me break ya heart, plenty o' fish in the sea!' speech. "Yeah, I'm sure you know what being second best feels like." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off of the table and walking towards the exit. "Oh- come on y/n! Don't be like that!" Pauling turned, yelling out to you as you left her office. Maybe you were a bit harsh?

You knew why he had asked you of all mercs. You noticed the way he had become more flirtatious, more physical when Pauling was around. He had been trying this for months- to elicit some sort of reaction from the young woman, but to no avail. This was just his way of taking it all to the next step. But would it really be that bad to pursue something? Having at least a chance is better than not trying at all. You entered the dining room, gently shutting your eyes and running your hands through your hair, breathing in the stale air of the base's living quarters. This was home for you, a place where you could relax from all of it. "Sooooo, have ya thought about it?" You heard a voice come from the couch and jumped slightly. There he was, laying back into the corner of the lounge, legs spread and hair messy. He wasn't wearing his usual uniform, opting for some pale red basketball shorts and a plain white tee. How could someone so annoying be so attractive? "Yeah, fuck it. Couldn't hurt."

It wasn't long before your dynamic had shifted. During movie nights he had started cuddling up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and allowing you to fall asleep on him. Throughout battles he would tourniquet your wounds, appearing genuinely upset when you had gotten hurt. You had even started sleeping over in eachother's rooms, passing out whilst reading his comics. The other mercs noticed this shift in behaviour, and without telling them, they had assumed you were a couple. Making kissy noises when you were seen together, patting him on the shoulder and complimenting his ability to bag you. He never refuted it. Never once looked disgusted. Never laughed it off.

You started to wonder whether he was doing this for Pauling at all? Or whether he was just trying to make this whole thing seem realistic to the others enough that she would believe it too. It didn't really matter to you, you figured you could enjoy the attention while it lasted, and eventually move on. That part stung. The moving on portion of the fake dating. The aftermath. The inevitable rejection- "Hey, Pauling here," The crackling of your radio knocked you out of your contemplation. "I have a job for you and Scout. Meet me at..." You could barely listen to her, the only thought running through your mind was the fact you would have to sit there knowing any and all affection he showed you would be for her. If only they had put this in the job description, maybe you never would have applied.

Scout was already there when you arrived, yapping as usual. You were out of earshot, but could only assume he was flirting with the poor girl. Only this time Pauling was...smiling? You felt like you had been punched in the gut. "I have a job to do." You mumbled to yourself. Knowing Pauling didn't like him didn't help with the deep rooted feelings of insecurity you had around the topic. Scout noticed you walking towards them and grinned, "There they are! My partner in crime." He chuckled, slinging his arm around your shoulder. "Hey, Pauling." You forced a smile. She noticed, giving you a look you couldn't place. Did she know something that you didn't?

"Shall we?" Scout opened the side of the van door for you, allowing you to climb inside. You smiled genuinely, even if it was all fake, he still had you charmed. The ride to wherever Pauling had wanted you to work was long, and Scout was nowhere near as chatty as you had assumed he would be. He sat opposite from you, bouncing a baseball off of your side of the van. You made light conversation with Pauling, asking about work and the Assistant's conference she attended with Bidwell. You were particularly interested in Bidwell, being close with him before joining the mercenaries, and were surprised he was even still working for Hale. Scout's once peaceful expression twisted into something that resembled annoyance every time you spoke of Bidwell, and a part of you liked it. You feigned ignorance as you gushed over your friendship with the man, Pauling doing nothing to downplay your praise. Eventually you had stopped at a cave, several warning signs littered the entrance. "I need you to go in there and kill a couple of nosy tourists."

"You coming?" She peered up from her clipboard at you, eyes flickering between the brooding boy off in the distance and you. "Do you need my answer to that?" You laughed. "I'll see you when we get out." She hummed, engrossed in whatever paperwork she had been doing. Scout was definitely mad, silence was a telltale sign of his upset. You wanted to ask, to hear him say it with his own words that he was jealous of Bidwell, but you knew better than to pry. You were good at reading him, and now wasn't the time to cause an argument. The cave was deep, and even with the expertly drawn map that Pauling had given you, you felt lost. It felt like an hour had passed until you found the tourists, they were horrified, staring down at the bodies of hundreds of high ranking officials, other mercenaries, and assassins. Even regular people like them were scattered among the pile. This was clearly where she had been dumping the remains of people, and suddenly the deterring signs out front made sense.

You tried to make their deaths quick, but life doesn't really work out that way. There were three of them, two of which you and Scout had taken out at the same time using your guns. That left the third person, a man, likely in his late 20s? His large hiking backpack, boots, and layered clothing made it clear he wasn't from here. His face resembled Bidwell's in a way? You felt dizzy looking at him. He ran, traversing deeper into the cave. You were aggravated, but it was nowhere near the level of anger that radiated off of Scout. He tackled the man, beating him repeatedly. By the time Scout got off of him, you couldn't even recognize the man. He swore, wiping the spray of blood off of his face.

You tried to be scared, you really did, but the way he stood there, bat in hand, covered in gore, eyes boring into yours? It was a huge turn-on. "Let's go." He commanded, pushing past you. You obliged, and followed him silently. Eventually you had to ask, it was eating away at you, and you figured he had released most of his rage onto the poor man lying deep in the cave. "Are you okay?" It came out a lot meeker than you had expected. "What do ya think? Ya think, 'Oh Scouty is gonna love hearin' me gush about that Bidwell fucker!' when you're supposed to be my partner?" You didn't expect him to be so blunt, let alone so rude about it. Other times you had seen him jealous over Pauling he had been whiny and pathetic. This time was completely different. "Yeah, your fake partner. To make Pauling jealous. I'm not your second fucking option, Scout! You don't like me! Do you know how hard it is for me? I have to see you sit there flirting with a girl who will never like you back when I'm right here!" He stopped walking, and turned to face you. He looked hurt, and you knew you had messed up.

You kept walking, neither of you needed the map or torch any longer as the light from the entrance lit your surroundings. The afternoon sky was a watercolour mixture of purple and orange, the sun set fast behind the mountainous terrain you found yourself standing in front of. Had you really been in the cave for that long? It would have been beautiful if not for the shitty mood you had found yourself in. "Hey! How did you gooo....." Pauling stopped herself. You gave her a look. That's all she needed to know before offering you the passenger seat. The ride back to base was uncomfortably quiet, the baseball that Scout had been using to bounce off of the wall rested in his palm. The future had never felt so uncertain in that moment.

You sat awkwardly at the right end of the couch. Scout on the left. The room was dark and movie night was coming to an end, mercs slowly filing out of the room until the two of you remained. He put on some random romantic comedy and relaxed into the lounge. Your whole body was tense. The events from earlier in the night had still weighed heavy on you both. And surprisingly, Scout was the first to speak. "So....you like me?" He grinned slightly. You were taken aback, that's what he got from your fight? "Yeah, don't let it get to your head, asshole." You mumbled, staring straight at the tv screen.

"I like you too. Have for a while now." You turned to him, wide eyed. "What?" He seemed embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess that's why I was actin' so weird about the Bidwell shit," He fidgeted with his dogtags. "I started the whole fake datin' thing to make Paulin' jealous, but it stopped feelin' like that the moment I actually started to spend time with ya...." Scout stumbled over his words. He wasn't very good with expressing himself verbally, despite his flirtatious nature. "I'm....sorry.." He mumbled. You scooted closer to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry too." He leaned down to kiss you. It was long, sweet, and everything you had ever dreamed of. "Be my partner for real?" You laughed. "After all of that? Would be crazy if I said no." Maybe he wasn't all that bad.

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[jermer10]

i really liked your yandere sniper! could you do a oneshot? fluff or smut is fine and you don't have to do it :) -

TF2 yandere sniper smut oneshot

18+ only, afab reader | thank you so much for the ask anon!!!! i am NOT the best at yandere, but i put my heart n soul into this for u <3

tw: sexual content, somnophilia, stalking, yandere, noncon that turns consensual, hunt/prey dynamic, kidnapping

drabbles under the cut :P

He could stare at you for hours. Hours, and hours, and hours. You were pristine, soft, clean. You keep yourself looking good for him, he knows it. He sees the way you strip to nothing in your room, tits bouncing as you squeeze into your cute little pyjamas. You lived with your curtains wide open, something he had a love-hate relationship with. How many other men sat in the apartment across the street, staring at your figure through the scope of a gun? Probably not many, but the thought still enraged him. Mundy wanted you all to himself, he wanted to earn you, to indulge in the hunt. He didn't want you to gift yourself to him, not like you had to the other people in your life. He amount of people he killed for you, for less than cheap sex, for less than treating you shitty. For less than a dirty look.

Tonight was the night he was going to win you. He had begun to make himself known, lingering too long in your peripheral vision, becoming sloppy when exploring your apartment, leaving your window open, using your shower. He reveled in the way you begun to take precautions, and the way he had managed to avoid getting caught. You setup cameras, looked over your shoulder more often, made sure to check your locks multiple times. Tonight, it would all become worth something. He knew you were asleep, 2 years of monitoring you and he was certain of your sleeping patterns. The window slid with ease, you had likely forgotten to lock it, but to him this was a sign of surrender.

Mundy entered your room swiftly and quietly, making sure he had left the window opened slightly. If you did awake, he would need a quick exit strategy. He couldn't bring it to himself to kill you, so getting caught and running away whilst you were still in a groggy state was preferable. The smell of perfume hit him first. Then the feeling of the carpet beneath this shoes. Then the sight of you. Your face was scrunched in a sort of desperate, needy way. Eyes shut tight, hips grinding into the pillow between your legs. His cock stood at full attention, uncomfortably rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He wondered if you were dreaming about him? He wondered if the excitement of having a stalker ever turned you on? He crept behind you, sliding his pants down to his ankles, pulling his throbbing dick out from his boxer shorts.

He spat in his hand, and began to stroke the length. It was all too exciting for him, his breath came out short and hot, light sighs and moans extruded from his throat. This wasn't the first time he had masturbated over your sleeping form, but it was the first where he had the intention of fucking you. Precum dribbled from his dick into his hand, which he used as lube. He didn't typically enjoy edging himself, but the thought of finally being able to feel you wrap around him almost pushed him over. He had to regain his composure, cock twitching in dissatisfaction. "Lucky fuckin' pillow..." He mumbled annoyed, listening intently to your quiet moans. He was sure you were close, he had to act fast.

The creaking of the bed under his added weight should have been enough alone to wake you. He cringed at the sound, but your moans did not cease. Mundy almost ripped your shorts off of you in anticipation, the sight of your bare pussy up close could have made him cum then and there if not for his unwavering determination to fuck you. You were already slick with wetness, and Mundy was sick of waiting. He slid his length in, one hand on his cock and the other on your hip, slowly and deliberately. You stirred, mewling as he stretched you open. You felt so gummy, so tight around him. Mundy couldn't take it, this was his one chance and he wasn't going to waste it. He thrust into you sharply, you cried out. It was a wonder how you were still sleeping during this, he considered it a miracle.

Well, he knew you weren't going to be asleep for long. He thrust into you a second time, cock spasming at the sound of your throaty moans. Then again, and again, and again. He couldn't hold back, hands ravaging your body. He laid behind you, on his side, and as uncomfortable the position was, he didn't care. Mundy was pussy drunk, unrelenting and cruel. You shortly awoke, feeling his hands gripping onto your tits and the feeling of his dick rearranging your guts. You wanted to scream, to cry, to fight off the man behind you. You knew it was him, your stalker. But a part of you found the whole ordeal....exciting. More exciting than any mentally sound person should.

Mundy didn't notice you, and if he did, he didn't seem to care. He drove into you, the feeling was unbearably harsh, you were unbearably warm, you were in pain, and yet it all felt so good. Moans drawn from your already sore throat, your hands gripped the side of the bed and your eyes squeezed shut as you began to hit your orgasm. A low, reverberating moan from the stranger behind you and you were undone, walls spasming around his cock, a high pitched squeal emitting from you. Your breathing was heavy, exhausted. Mundy came shortly after, pulling out and spilling onto your back and bedsheets.

You were an even better fuck than he could have imagined, how could he bear to let anyone else experience you this way? To let anyone else have you? And so, a calculated decision was made. You awoke in a room you had never seen before, arms and legs bound to a beam in the middle of the cold, plain room. A stranger walked in, no, not a stranger, it was him.

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[jermer10]

HEAVY TF2 TUMMY ‼️‼️‼️

TF2 HEAVY TUMMY!!!!!!!

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[jermer10]

Heya! Was wonderin if ye could do a little drabble for Scout with a GN!S/O who's like pretty new to the team but is hella smug and overall just sorta acts alot like him but more chill and laid back? If this isn't exactly yer cup 'o tea or ye just dunno how to write this request, feel free 'ta ignore this!:]

Have a nice day/noon/afternoon/evening/night !!

TF2 scout with a smug s/o

gn reader | as a scout enjoyer myself i LOVE this ask! i decided to write it as more of a slow burn-ish fic, it's long asf. hope you enjoy, anon!

drabbles under the cut :P

He had to rack his brain for reasons he was supposed to hate you. The team loved you, how could they have not? You radiated an energy Scout had only attempted to project his entire life. Maybe that's why. Maybe it was jealousy, how you managed to embody everything he wanted to be and more. But he couldn't really hate you, not in the traditional sense. You were still the last thought going through his head every night, the first person he wanted to see every morning, the person he assigned to the pillow he would squeeze to his chest late at night. He had even stolen one of your shirts to use as a pillowcase. Yeah, a better term for what he was would have been whipped.

It felt routine, waking up, walking into the kitchen, and seeing you and some other teammate laughing up a storm, getting closer, feeling his own presence in the structure of the team becoming increasingly irrelevant. If he wasn't the cocky asshole, who was he? This morning was different. He had awoken early, around 5am, as far as he could make out on the alarm clock next to his bed, anyway. He couldn't bother getting dressed, the only mercs who he knew that would be up wouldn't care, the last thing on his mind right now was you. His throat was phlegmy, a sour taste permeating his tongue, and all he wanted was to brush his teeth and drink a cool glass of water.

The stairs from the team barracks to the kitchen creaked under the weight of his footsteps, it's odd that he never noticed it before. He had become a lot more perceptive after meeting you. Turning into the kitchen/dining area, he spots you sitting on a barstool in front of the kitchen counter, mug in one hand and some random comic in the other. His face heats up, you turn and smile at him. A warm smile, the kind that makes every muscle in his body soften. The safe kind of smile that you wouldn't expect from someone so energetic and lively. "Morning," You spoke in a low tone. Scout was taken aback, sure, everyone was still asleep, but you were being so....so caring? And to him of all people? Weren't you supposed to dislike him as much as he disliked you?

You continued to stare, a slight nervousness in the way your eyes creased, your smile had began to falter. Something he had never seen from you before. Then he realized he had been staring at you, inner monologuing for far too long. "Oh, uh, g'mornin', sorry I didn't think anyone would be up this early...." He trailed off, trying to come up with some excuse as to why he was standing in the kitchen he had been dining in for years longer than the person in front of him. Your face softened at his answer, "Oh! It's fine.....I don't own the kitchen." You laughed on those last words, eyes resting back onto your comic. Scout felt the heat rush back into his face, yeah, this is why he didn't like you. You were quick tongued, always having some sort of smart assed response to him. It's clear why you and Spy got on well.

His face twisted into something between a frown and a scowl, you took no notice, sipping whatever liquid was in your mug. It smelt of coffee, and the deodorant you had been using since you begun working for mann co. He knew it was yours, the smell comforted him, if anything. The shirt he had stolen from your laundry basket in the downstairs washing room was beginning to lose that smell, and he had considered returning it for a while so that he could steal it back after a couple of wears. God, he was such a creep. "Are you going to continue standing there staring at me, or are you gonna grab something to eat?" You smirked to yourself, eyes flickering up at him before returning to your reading material.

"Fuck off." The words came to him before he could even think, he clasped a hand over his mouth in shock. You looked up. But you weren't upset, you seemed more amused if anything. "I beg your pardon?" A grin graced your features, Scout swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing, hands becoming clammy with the heat his body gave off. "Fuck...off..." Scout could barely get the words out. He was nervous, if you were as chill as you presented yourself then surely you wouldn't really care, that you'd just laugh him off and return to your book. But you didn't. You continued to stare, eyes boring into his skull, grin growing wider. "I like you, Jeremy." You spoke sweetly, not a trace of anger in your words.

A week later he had continued thinking about that interaction. He avoided you like the plague, the only words spoken in your presence being on the battlefield. Surely, you couldn't have meant it like that. Surely, you had been teasing him, trying to make him uncomfortable, one of the other mercs must have tipped you off on his crush, despite the fact that no one actually knew. Until he woke up again, this time around 2am. Obviously, you wouldn't be awake. It was the middle of the night, and even if he did encounter you he could just ignore you. His bedroom felt far too warm, and his bedsheets felt far too heavy. He decided he needed to get up and grab a glass of water.

There you were, sitting in your usual bar stool, upper body draped over the counter, staring at the mug in front of you. You looked up tiredly, eyes resting on the boy, and giving him a weak smile. "Hey, stranger." He ignored you. Well, he tried to. He could feel your eyes on him as he grabbed the glass from the cabinet, and filling it with lukewarm tap water. "It feels waaaay too hot tonight, right? Like it's the middle of February, it should be way cooler than this," You mumbled he found himself agreeing with you. Wordlessly nodding his head, eyes glued to the linoleum flooring. "Are you mad at me?" You finally asked, cutting whatever tension he perceived to be between the two of you with a butchers knife.

"I dunno....I guess?" He felt annoyed, of course he was mad at you. Was his ignorance and one word responses not obvious to the fact? You looked....hurt. Something that made him feel sick. He didn't want to hurt you. "What did I do?" You were quick to the point. "Does it matter? Nothin's gonna change even if I do tell ya', and besides, you didn't seem to have a problem with me ignoring ya' before." The word vomit was rising in his chest, one backhanded or smartassed response from you and all of his feelings for you would spill out. That's not how he wanted to tell you, not like this, not when you're hurt. Not when he's upset. You must have gathered as much, because you stood up, the legs of the chair making a quiet scraping noise against the floor, and you walked out.

It wasn't until a month later when he met you in the kitchen again. You seemed off, still your usual smug self with the other mercs to a point, but when the topic of Scout would come, that confident demeanor would falter. He felt like he was the only person who noticed it. It was 4am, he had been waking up every other night in the hope that he would see you there. Tonight he got lucky, you were rummaging through the fridge, the light illuminated every inch of your skin. Scout went flush, obviously you hadn't expected anyone to visit the kitchen, that, or you weren't planning on staying in there for long. Your underwear looked good on you. "Oh- fuck! Scout, you scared the shit out of me!" You closed the fridge with a start, seeing the boy looming over you.

"Uh, sorry." He cursed himself for the lackluster response, and for scaring you. "Can...can we talk?" He felt awkward, talking was his strong suit in some ways, and his hubris in others. "Yeah, uh, just lemme pour us some water..." You looked away, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. Scout sat at the bar stool this time, twiddling his thumbs together in anticipation. You stood before him, sliding the glass across the counter towards him chastely. You didn't seem to care that he saw you like this, he supposed that it came with the personality. "Look, I'm sorry for bein' such a douchebag, I just...." He was looking for the words in your eyes, he could see something swelling in them. Love? Hopefully.

"I have a crush on you, dude." You spoke for him, looking down at your own cup. Your face was red, and with the way you started fidgeting with the hem of your underwear, it was clear you had begun to feel insecure. Scout knew the feeling, but this being the third time you had seen him topless, with only his socks and boxers on, he didn't really mind. "Yeah." He managed to breathe out, setting the glass down on the table and resting his hand on his chin, hand covering his mouth. He stared at something, anything other than you. "I've liked you for a while....I just- I know you feel....threatened? by me. It isn't a nice feeling. I can't control my personality....I just..I saw you and I thought that maybe we were the same? And when you started to ignore me...I dunno. It felt like that small confession I made just...made shit awkward."

Jeremy couldn't help but grin. Here you were, the ever confident y/n, wearing your heart on your sleeve for him. You knew how he had felt, he didn't even have to tell you. You just knew. He felt like an ass, but the slight power trip he had knowing that he made you feel just as nervous as you did to him....it was relieving in a way. You looked at him, grin coming to your face in turn. "God, I feel kinda stupid now." You laughed lightly. Scout's heart felt like it was going to explode. "We should make out." It didn't mean to come out like that, but you weren't deterred. He leant over the table, disregarding the empty glasses and pulling you in.

You felt soft, your lips tasting like whatever lip balm you had been using, the smell of your deodorant overpowering his senses. He tugged lightly on your hair with his right hand, his left grasping at the back of your neck in a desperate way to keep you close. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh, feverishly you moved your lips against his. It felt like a dream to Scout, the way he had finally gotten you here, now. "D'you...wanna......date....." He managed to get out between kisses. You pulled away, eyes heavy, face red and messy. "Yes." And you pulled him in again.

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[jermer10]

Hi!

I was wondering if you could write for the mercs (all if possible, if not it's your choice who) dating a enemy reader. Headcanons or a drabble are fine.

Love the fics!

TF2 mercs dating an enemy reader

suggestive, gn reader | thanks for the ask anon!!

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - the least caring about the fact that you're an enemy merc - "game is game!" you want to strangle him - would make a point out of trying to dominate you during a match, specifically seeking you out just to kill you over and over again - if you're dating scout you're likely just as competitive - and you're also likely to win these little games - "scout! come here for a sec~" he is already half way there, under the assumption that he was gonna 'get a piece' of you - you're 5 seconds into your makeout session, his hands ravaging your body, when you raise your gun and shoot him straight through the chin - he is fucking fuming, you're laughing your ass off - holding it over you if he wins a match, becoming super pissy if he doesn't - the only way to calm him down to shower him with compliments

Soldier: - the hardest to win over, he is patriotic to his heart and also incredibly stupid - would genuinely assume that your flirting is malicious, trying to rile him up and confuse him into surrendering - it's not until you have him cornered, he's ready to fight with his fists or go out trying, when you ask him out instead - he will decline, and you shoot him cleanly in the head before skipping away - but it sits with him - and he starts to notice every little thing you do, internally praising your usage of weapons, your pure bloodlust - he corners you and....proposes? - "oooone step at a time bud" - will still kill you during battle, but does so in a loving way instead - whatever that even means

Pyro: - it's not hard to befriend pyro - they treat their friends and enemies quite similar, hell, they even attack their own teammates sometimes - so when you approach them outside of a battle, how could they say no to a new friend? - the enemy team hates this, believing the only reason for your presence to be malign - eventually everyone grows used to you, you even begun repping their colour when you were there as not to stand out too much - on the battlefield you two often sneak off together to light shit on fire or prank other mercs - they find hurting you......undesirable? so it seems? - they tend to focus on everyone else around you rather than harming you in any way - really a sweetheart under all of that...fireproof asbestos lined suit?

Demoman: - finds the idea of dating someone who's supposed to be his enemy very hot - he meets you on the battlefield, drunkenly flinging everything he has at you, and somehow you're avoiding all of his attacks - explosions erupting from behind you, it's something like a scene from a movie - he is obsessed with you - you don't officially declare your relationship at first, sneaking off to screw and make out instead of doing typical couple things - eventually, he has to ask, "what are we?" you just laugh and lean in for an uncharacteristically passionate kiss - that's all he needed - you're attached to the hip, but you're not against murdering him either - your team hates him. just straight up.

Heavy: - absolutely refuses to engage with your flirtatious behaviour - you're immature and desperate, he tells himself - so why does he lay there late at night thinking about you? - it becomes harder to hide his apparent feelings for you, leading to some heated sexual tension - he wants you, bad, and here you were defenseless, cowering with a nervous grin and spewing your usual sickening ramblings - he can't help but kiss you in the moment rather than what he should be doing which is shooting you - he doesn't even care, he just needs this more than anything - and this becomes a regular thing until you ask him out - "are we not already in relationship?" - your team is too scared of him to say something about his involvement with you, and his team....is also too scared of him to say anything about you

Engineer: - he can't keep his eyes off you, he can't even bring himself to attack you, and worst of all he actively disables the rest of his team trying to protect you - you cared so deeply for your teammates, even a blind man could see that in the way you fought so fiercely for them - engie is absolutely smitten - they push him into telling you, lamenting about needing their engie to focus in battle and that maybe confessing would itch the scratch - it does not, in fact, itch the scratch - he told you, the dynamic between both teams shift - you become the parents of both teams, having large group hangouts and dinners together - no one really wants to...kill eachother anymore..? - of course it's still your job to kill one another, but now it feels more like a game between buddies than a real fight

Medic: - he becomes completely obsessive over you, becoming enraged at the idea of his teammates killing you - he is the only one who should be able to kill you, and he wants it to hurt, he hates you, and he hates the way you make him feel - his teammates catch on rather quickly and decide to put it into perspective for him, making him realize that he really just has a crush on you - he will only slightly change his behavior after this, now he flirts with you right before he kills you (awwww!) - when you ask him out, he's shocked! - obviously he says yes, he wants you more than he's wanted anyone - there's a passion there that both of your teams are incredibly disturbed by, so they try to ignore it the best they can, which is not very well - at least this brings them closer? i guess??

Sniper: - he would have been stalking you through the scope of his rifle long before you asked him out - and you knew this, testing him by walking through his line of sight, taking an excruciatingly long time to kill one of his teammates, bending over a lot more than usual - you reveled in the way he would intentionally miss his shots, his way of flirting with you, beckoning you to come say hello - and when you finally do it's the kickstart of a relationship that no one sees coming and that you don't keep as secret as you think - you often sneak off to rest up in his sniper nests, sharing some kisses before returning to the fight - you practically live in his van outside of work, some of your teammates just assume you're off training or running errands, the more observant ones having sneaking suspicions that you're skipping off to see your star-crossed lover

Spy: - he actually does hate you at first - spy is very competitive, in ways that aren't always obvious to others - you're racking up kills, he's been dominated by you at least 20 times, and he's growing increasingly aggressive - eventually he lands a hit on you, slashing your arm pretty bad, your gun skidding across the cement, too far out of reach - and instead of killing you, he kicks your gun back over to you with a heavy sigh, you're at a loss for words - "fuck you for making me feel zhis way" he pulls you up by the collar and next thing you know you're both sneaking off to screw - he tells you this was a one time thing, but it's evident that he doesn't really feel that way - not with the way he looks at you, the genuine love he has for you is so foreign to him that he often mistakes it for lust - you take it slow, and you do it quietly, it's your own little thing

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[jermer10]

Helloo can I have the mercs taking care of a very sick gn reader?not feeling very well so some hurt comfort could help if you can! Tyyy

TF2 mercs taking care of a very sick reader

gn reader | i hope you get well soon anon! thank you for the ask :)

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - most likely just as sick, if not WORSE - he already can't keep his paws off you, he'll wanna smooch your sick little face until you feel better - he will bundle you up in blankets and cuddle you whilst you watch movies <33333333 - he runs out to get you a warm drink from your local cafe, tries (keyword tries) to make you your favourite warm meal - he will burn it, doesn't matter what it is, and you are forced to try and scoff down the meal - you throw up shortly after and scout just chalks it up to you getting even more sick - it's all in vein when he wakes up a couple days later feeling worse for wear and is stuck in bed with you - medic opts to take care of you - you both decline

Soldier: - he would firstly encourage you to work it off, trips to the gym, pushing you into battle - when he realizes that the respawn machine isn't fixing you, he forces you into bed rest - you play up your resistance, he pushes you further - "YOU MUST REST THIS INSTANT, CUPCAKE!" "auuughhh noooo i think you're riiiiight" - you giggle to yourself when he leaves the room - that amusement is short lived when he soon brings back some unidentifiable, viscous, black liquid in a small ceramic bowel - he says it's supposed to be soup - you throw up then and there from the stench - cooking isn't his strong suit, so he opts to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight - you graciously sleep off the illness

Pyro: - they're surprisingly good at taking care of you whilst sick - they, first of all, provide you with actual medicine, then they make you some soup and bread - you're pampered like royalty, your every little request answered by the pyro - they watch movies with you, cuddling you from behind - opting to keep their mask on, of course, to prevent the illness from spreading to them - that doesn't stop them from lifting it up slightly to peck your head as you sleep in their arms <33333 - gives you back massages, foot massages, traces their fingertips along your flesh - like i said, you are absolutely pampered. the other mercs would be shocked to see this side of them - you recover quickly!! all thanks to pyro <3

Demoman: - opts to leave you alone so that you can actually get some rest - when you do see him, he's bringing you medicine and food, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and leaving the room - it makes you a bit upset, you haven't really spent time with him in days!! :( - you wake up sometime during the night to find him curled up next to you, arms wrapped around your frame and nuzzling into you - you figure he's already going to get sick from this, so a couple of little kisses couldn't hurt - "mmm that tickles y/n...." he mumbles tiredly, giving you a squeeze - he soon wakes up, groggy and half drunk, to the feeling of you squeezing him back and peppering kisses all over his face and neck - "i missed ye too, lovey" - in his attempt to stay away from you, he ended up smothering you anyway, such is the way of demo

Heavy: - takes every precaution - growing up in the middle of russia with harsh winters that often left his sisters sick and vulnerable, with no easy access to medicine, it's a wonder that he would even let you get sick in the first place - so if you manage to, he is doing everything in his power to help you heal - he won't even let you get up to pee by yourself, you'll need him to carry you there so that you don't use your energy - well he's joking about that....partly... - absolutely refuses to have any physical intimacy with you whilst sick, he is the beating, murderous heart of the team and can't risk an illness - he still lets you know that you're loved, of course - showering you with words of love, providing you with all the care within his means <33

Engineer: - knowing engie, he would be too caught up with work to provide extensive care for you - he provides medicine, cooks you warm food, makes you warm drinks, etc - essentially the bare minimum of taking care for your sick partner - you don't mind, you know he's busy, but you still miss his warm touch and sweet words - "eenngggiiiieeeee plllleeeeaaasseeee taake caaaaree of meee" "i'm comin' darlin', just gimme a minute..." - he is NOT, in fact, 'comin'' - at least not for another hour or so because he is stuck in whatever he's working on - you are forced to drape yourself over his desk, immediately grabbing his attention, and passing out from the exhaustion - he carries you back to bed, feigning annoyance at your antics

Medic: - he's....literally a doctor - and an experimental one at that! - medic will give you plenty of different medicine, not entiiiiirely legal medicine, or medicine that has been tested in any capacity...but still medicine! - you're likely to end up more sick after letting medic take care of you - but he makes up for it! - you're petting archimedes whilst medic's cooking you a warm meal - is this what heaven feels like? - and then he feeds you another mystery pill and you're back to shitting your guts out and oh your skin is glowing! like nuclear green glowing! - yes you died from the mystery pills - but upon respawning you're....cured? - "zhe pills may need some more workzhopping!"

Sniper: - has pretty much no idea what to do - he doesn't really get sick, and when he does he does not give a shit, he will work in health and sickness - so when you're sick, he just grabs you some painkillers and tells you that you'll be alright, to take the day off, and drink some water - when he comes back from the match and you're lying in bed, pale, sweating, and shivering, he realizes that maybe you're a bit worse for wear - he consults an actual doctor, not medic, he has more common sense than that, and manages to get some advice for looking after you in this state - whilst he adores you, he can barely take care of himself, let alone you on top of that - awkwardly tries to make you feel better through cuddling and acts of service

Spy: - another merc who prefers to leave you to essentially take care of yourself giving the bare minimum to support you - he loves you, but he doesn't want to get sick and he doesn't really have the time or capacity to take care of you in a personal, meaningful way - so he will opt to giving you meds and nice foods, will occasionally kiss your head and stroke your hair, but that's the furthest he will go in terms of providing for you in this state - he will feel bad about it, often contemplating telling the other mercs to piss off and sitting with you, missing out on work to take care of his partner - he probably gives in eventually, especially if you're acting like you don't need him, it makes him want you more - will end up smothering you slightly, helping you heal whilst pampering you with kisses in a fake begrudging way

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[jermer10]

hi! Would it be okay if you did a weapon kink scenario with medic like the other ones? If you're okay with requests right now! /nf

TF2 medic having a male s/o with a weapon kink

18+ only, male reader | i actually intended for medic to be apart of the original post, so here's what i had written for him! thanks for the ask anon!!

tw: sexual content, weapon play kink, implied necrophilia, murder

drabbles under the cut :P

- anyone with a brain and one eye could tell Medic had unconventional kinks - most were disturbed by this, resulting in his sexual encounters becoming very unsatisfying, and very limited - until he met you. the way you gasped and groped at the operating table as he attempted to extract a stray bullet hole in your chest was....distracting.. - distracting enough that he had to adjust his painfully stiff cock each time he looked at you, never mind the whorish noises you were producing - it all became too much when he had stabbed a bit too deep with the scalpel and you had mewled his name. not 'Medic', not 'doc', 'Ludwig.' - that was all it took for him to climb onto the operating table, dropping his equipment onto the white linoleum floors in the process - he was on top of you, holding the instrument to your neck with a crazed look in his eyes - "i apologize, meine liebe, but you vere teasing me too much. let me do zhis, please." you could feel blood dribbling down your neck, and something stirred in you. the knife was a threat, sure, but the unbearable feeling of fear was more of a turn on - "fuck, Medic, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to turn you on, i just- i-" he shushed you by pulling your pants down, your half chub disappearing and leaving an erection in it's place - he grasped at your left side, his right hand occupied with maintaining a strong grip on the scalpel, unrelenting and violently, he lifted you by your hips, lining his dick with your entrance - waves of pleasure washed over you both as he entered, the blade slowly cutting into your skin, beads of red dripping onto the infirmary's bed, Medic lapping up the sweat and blood coating your neck - your throat was hoarse, you were a slut, bouncing on Medic's cock like a good boy, a string of precum leaked from your length onto your stomach - he grew close, embarrassingly quickly, and with one swift movement he plunged the knife into your right carotid artery, you flailed around in distress, struggling to breathe, bringing Medic to climax from the sensation - you awoke in the respawn machine three minutes later, naked, confused, and covered in blood "what happened?"

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[jermer10]

Hi! I absolutely love the falling asleep on the mercs' shoulder headcanons!

May I request headcanons for the support mercs, where the reader wakes them up in tears from a terrible day that caused terrible dreams, and asks to stay with them for the night?

TF2 support mercs with reader who experiences nightmares

gn reader | thank you sm anon!! i really enjoyed writing this one!

includes: medic, sniper, spy

drabbles under the cut :P

Medic: - he was difficult to wake up, initially swatting your hand away and mumbling something in german - medic already doesn't get enough sleep, being an insomniac, and it was one of those rare nights he had managed to pry himself away from his desk before passing out - once he heard your quiet sobs though, he sat up, rubbed the sleep away from his eyes, and immediately began questioning you - "vhat's wrong y/n? are you alright? are you hurt?" - you looked so tired, face red, hair a mess, shirt sticking to your skin with sweat - "i've had such a shitty day, i-im just so upset and tired, then i have this sh-shitty dream." he hums empathetically as you sobbed out an explanation - "vould you...like to sleep here tonight?" you look up at him, eyes still wet with tears and face puffy, nodding, you crawled into bed next to him - it felt awkward at first, having the man wrap his muscular arms around you, but eventually you melt into his warm embrace, softly drifting off - he didn't know why you came to him with these troubles, but the way your chest moved as you breathed, the pieces of your hair framing your face, the smell of your skin and hair, it was worth his loss of sleep - he was absolutely enamored with you

Sniper: - the trek to the van from the dormitories inside base was terrifying, adding onto your already heightened senses from the nightmare you had just experienced - this wasn't the first time you had gone to him for a coffee after hours, just as the other times, the outside light of his camper was on - you knocked on the screen door, the sound rattling into the silence of the night, you grew even more paranoid - "who's there?" he growled, it made you wonder if he had encounters with no so friendly faces out here before - "um, it's just me, y/n..." you sniffled, patting your hair down in an attempt to make yourself look more presentable - he opened the doors swiftly, allowing you to step inside - when he noticed you had been crying, he motioned for you to sit in his bed, and walking over to start the kettle - you talked about your nightmare, how shitty your day had been, you laughed at jokes, gossiped, and drowsiness overtook you - "d'ya wanna sleep here tonight? it's gettin' pretty late." he seemed embarrassed at his own question, waving a vague gesture at the bed - you smiled, accepting his request, and getting comfortable next to the australian - he couldn't help but stare at you, taking in your features, the way you rolled around in your sleep, how your body seemed to twitch with every subtle movement made his heart race and his skin hot - sniper wasn't going to sleep that night, he didn't need it

Spy: - sometimes you wondered if the man ever slept at all, you would often walk past his study and see him up, reading or lounging around - so when you awoke from a particularly dreadful nightmare, you knew who to look for - he had been up for hours, sleep beginning to take hold until he heard the shaky knock on the wooden doorframe - and he looked up, book in hand, to see you - spy beckoned for you to enter, a tired smile graced his sharp features, he looked so different without the mask - "um, i was just wondering if i could stay in here tonight, i've h-had a pretty bad dream and-" he cut you off by holding a finger up - "of course mon amour, come." he pet the space next to him on the lounge, you obliged and sat, peering over at the novel he was reading - "would you like for me to read it to you?" you nodded, barely making out the words in your tearful, drowsy state - the words of the novel swam in your head, each pass of the tide pushing you into slumber - he stopped reading after he was sure you had fallen asleep, placing the book on his stained mahogany coffee table, retrieving a blanket from his room to place over the two of you - spy spooned you from behind, gently holding you in place on the couch, you were so peaceful, so beautiful - he would ask about your nightmare in the morning, but for now, he wanted you to sleep

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[jermer10]

This might be a weird request but can you do one where you're dating the Mercenaries and you figure out your pregnant so you tell them?

TF2 mercs with a pregnant s/o

afab reader | this req wasn't weird at all! thank you op, and i apologize for it taking so long to write! <3

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - being the youngest of 8, he wasn't exactly aware of pregnancy signs first hand, though he had heard things from his ma and brothers - so when he noticed you had been sicker, sleeping longer, and having food aversions to things you would otherwise love, he had slowly put pieces of the puzzle together - doesn't wanna bring it up with you, he doesn't want to alarm you, and slyly implies getting a pregnancy test after he sees you vomiting for the 3rd morning that week - when he finds out, he is ecstatic!!! <33333 - would LOVE it if his kids were into baseball, definitely the playing catch in the yard kid of dad - has always been big on having a family, but can't help but also feel incredibly nervous??? - his dad was never there, would he even be a good dad? spoiler alert, he is an amazing dad

Soldier: - completely oblivious to the idea that you could be pregnant, and instead sends you to the infirmary thinking you had just eaten some bad bread - to his complete and utter shock, you came out pregnant - "honey, no, i was already pregnant..." there's no use, he doesn't care who made you pregnant, he was going to be a dad! - is already picturing your white picket fence american life together with 2.5 kids and a dog - doesn't believe in maternity leave, will try to get you onto the battlefield despite the fact that you are seven months pregnant and can barely walk (medic has to explain why you cannot, soldier is outraged) - the kind of guy who really wants a son but is blessed with a daughter instead and ends up having more in common with her - "CAN WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE?" he is so sweet like actually <333

Demoman: - demo is always sick, it comes with the alcoholism - but when you're sick? he is worried, like, extremely worried - at first he thinks it's the flu, maybe gastro? anything but what all the signs point to, please don't be pregnancy - when you show him the positive tests, he holds you and cries - he is so terrified at the idea of being a father, he's an alcoholic, he's never had to take care of anything in his life, not even himself - god, he couldn't bare having to explain the egregious duty of abandoning their child until they come of age, like his parents had done to him, and theirs to them - but, he also really wanted a family with you - he saw how happy this baby would make you, how excited you were to have one with him - when he sees his baby for the first time, he knows that he made the right choice

Heavy: - having three younger sisters, he knew what pregnancy was like - and when his father was executed, he knew he had to protect those sisters as if they were his own children - he absolutely loves the idea of having a small family with you, a peaceful life without bloodshed - so when you come to him, teary eyed, holding what looked like a pregnancy test, he didn't hesitate to embrace you in the most suffocating, loving hug he could muster - "У нас будет ребенок!" he is so incredibly happy - he treats you like royalty, spoils you so hard (as if he didn't already) - his mother and sisters knit you baby clothes!!!! <33333 - will not let anyone near you, he absolutely refuses any harm to you or your baby, if you get sick he ails your illness, if you are hurt he treats your wounds - you are the most precious thing to him, and now so is your baby

Engineer: - it wouldn't come as a surprise to him at all, as you had likely discussed having a baby and trying for one multiple times beforehand - that doesn't stop him from bawling his eyes out anyway - you hold each other for hours, happily crying and giggling about how your future together will look - designs all the baby furniture with added features to make your life easier - feeding bowls that prevent food spillage, chairs that are completely non slip, a baby cradle with an inbuilt monitor and mobile with little wooden tools and machinery - the most proactive father any child could ever want in their lives, he will drop everything to support you and this baby - invests in his kid's hobbies, shows up to every baseball game, every recital, every play

Medic: - medic's never really thought about having kids before - he could honestly live without ever having them - he's giving you a physical, when he notices some of the telltale physical pregnancy signs and decides to give you a test - oh fuck! you were pregnant! - immediate panic mode, he has no idea how to be a father! he offers multiple options for you to undergo surgery to remove it - if you are insistent on having this baby, he decides that he has no choice but to be a dad - at first he ignores this kid, i mean, he is a busy man after all and he never wanted this child in the first place - but this kid follows him EVERYWHERE, and he just cant help but adore the little guy - "ah, it was inevitable really, zhe little scamp just vouldn't leave me alone!" "you know you're allowed to love our kid, right?"

Sniper: - has never wanted kids, it wasn't you, really, he just didn't find them practical - i mean, he lives in a van?? where would you even fit a kid? and surely it wouldn't be healthy to raise one in that sort of environment - he sort of supposes that seeing you holding your baby would be cute, and he wouldn't mind having a little family someday - when you break the news to him, you look visually nervous - shaking, eyes wet and red, probably from crying before you even told him, it breaks his heart seeing you this way - when you finally ask what you should do, despite all common sense, he tells you that he wants to keep the baby - your reaction was all worth it to him - you immediately plan to upsize, looking for a small house together and moving in shortly before the baby is born - he fully comes around to the idea of a child after meeting his own

Spy: - the thought of having a kid turns him off, he is far too emotionally unavailable as it is - you know about scout, and you know the immense guilt and pain spy felt after abandoning him - so when you tell him that you're pregnant, he calmly asks you what you are going to do - he won't talk you out of having the baby, but he will not be active in his child's life whatsoever - you bet that he will, and so, he takes you up on that bet - he has no intent on leaving you despite not wanting this kid, if anything the idea of proving you wrong amuses him more - then, when you aren't around, he spends time with the kid, clothes it, feeds it, plays with it - and when you come home and see them together, it's safe to say he had lost the bet

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Fanfic Masterlist !! ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

a collective of all the fics i've written, updated as i post! ★ blog intro ★

list under the cut :P

Team Fortress 2: ★ TF2 mercs with a pregnant s/o | afab reader ★ TF2 support mercs with reader who experiences nightmares | gn reader ★ TF2 mercs taking care of a very sick reader | gn reader ★ TF2 falling asleep on their shoulder | gn reader ★ TF2 scout with a smug s/o | gn reader ★ TF2 scout fake dating trope | suggestive, gn reader ★ TF2 relationship hcs + miss pauling | suggestive, gn reader ★ TF2 mercs dating an enemy reader | suggestive, gn reader ★ TF2 yandere sniper drabbles | suggestive, gn reader ★ TF2 enemies to lovers sniper | suggestive, gn reader ★ TF2 sniper angst </3 | suggestive, gn reader ★ TF2 pyro headcanons sfw + nsfw | nsfw, gn reader ★ TF2 stealing heavy's clothing | 18+ only, afab reader ★ TF2 yandere sniper smut oneshot | 18+ only, afab reader ★ TF2 male s/o with a weapon kink | 18+ only, male reader ★ TF2 medic having a male s/o with a weapon kink | 18+ only, male reader

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